by D. R. Rosier
Their bodies rocked slowly in perfect harmony. There was no lust left in that moment, since the lust had been spent in their first wild coupling. All that was left was the softer emotions riding on the currents of pleasure and awe that her surrender and supple body’s pleasures engendered in him.
She was beyond precious to him, and he felt the inadequacy of language to express it, so he told her with his body. He expressed it with the emotions in his eyes, and the incredibly potent and mind-blowing intimacy of their lovemaking.
He lost track of time as he brought her to orgasm after orgasm, each explosion around his cock was a little wilder, a little more intense, as she trembled and writhed beneath him and around him. He only released his tight control on his own satisfaction, when she was trembling with wide eyes between her orgasms, and she was obviously very close to overstimulation. He hadn’t wanted the intimate and loving moment to end, but he took his pleasure once again in her body, and the blissful assault was thunderous as it reverberated through his whole body, as he once again filled her with his potent seed. He felt like he might be emptying himself into her for eternity, but he fell from his heights far too soon.
Though, the deep intimacy and awe at his petite and sexy priestess didn’t falter at all, as they de-coupled and snuggled up together. Neither of them were ready to give up their privacy or the intimacy of what had passed. He could hardly believe that she’d committed so totally to him, and was his and Cassie’s for life, their permanent mate.
Sure, Kim and Lin were as well, but in some ways those two couldn’t walk away from him, ever. It wasn’t in their nature. Although, he could lose their love and respect if he took them for granted, but he knew he never would.
“I love you,” he said simply and sincerely, it seemed so inadequate, but the look in her eyes told him she understood, and that she felt the same.
He asked, “So, how many?”
She giggled wickedly, and said breathily, “How many do you want, master?” but that time he was pretty sure she was teasing.
He kissed her.
She relented, “At least two, but I’m hoping for one of each. I’ve always wanted a big family, and of course Cassie’s kids will be a part of that as well which means at least four if we both do two. So… I don’t know? How many do you want your poor wife to spit out?”
He snorted, “Two works, or more. We’re going to be around for a long while.”
She nodded, “I imagine our kids will be either life sorcerers or priest or priestesses.”
He raised an eyebrow, “It runs in families?”
She shrugged, “From what Sy’lia said the other day, I gathered. It’d be rare for two with magic to not have a magical child, while just as rare for two normal parents to have a magic child. A mixed couple could go either way. It’s an evolutionary thing I think.”
“Wait, what?”
She giggled, “Not all elves used to have magic, in the dim antiquities of their history anyway. They’re an older race, and according to Sy’lia they’re farther along in their evolution, and I don’t think that’s just the arrogance talking. It makes a certain amount of sense. Perhaps in another few thousand generations, non-magical humans will be the rarity.”
He looked her tight sexy body over with a faux leer, “Okay, I can buy that you’re more evolved.”
She blushed prettily, “So are you, love,” then despite the blush she stretched and arched her back rather seductively for him, obviously enjoying his eyes on her even if it made her a little self-conscious too.
“Goddess, I love when you look at me like that, master.”
He shook his head, “I was just teasing with that leer.”
She nodded and snickered, “I know, but the awed admiration in your eyes after that wasn’t a tease, just the creepy leer part.”
It was his turn to blush, she wasn’t wrong.
“Still, back to the point, that’s pretty interesting.”
She grinned cheekily, “I thought your hot eyes were pretty interesting as well, but I take your point. In the end though it’s just a theory, and even with your power chances are we won’t be around to see it in a hundred millennia or so.”
Yeah, he kind of got the idea he was immortal as a life sorcerer. Only in the way that he was immune to aging. His family and ladies were powerful, but it was just a matter of time before violence found him. Be it next week, or in a thousand years, nothing was forever. Still, he could live however long he had with his mates and in the prime of his life, until the end. Not a bad deal at all.
Who knows, humans weren’t meant to live forever he didn’t think, so maybe after a few centuries, or even a couple of millennia, he’d just stop absorbing assholes’ life forces and live out the rest of his life. He didn’t know. That wasn’t even on his radar yet though. In that moment he couldn’t imagine not wanting to live eternally with his mates, but the weight of time, losses, and memories would build up he knew, even if it was hard to see in that moment.
She suggested halfheartedly, “We should get cleaned up, and rejoin the others?”
He kissed her softly, “Not yet I think.”
She grinned as he pulled her tightly against him, and then sighed in excitement when he manhandled her to her hands and knees. Fuck, she was so hot, and so hot for him. They’d rejoin the family of course, they couldn’t hide and make love all day, but maybe after the third round. He really loved doggie style, and the way her tight little ass vibrated when she slammed her body back against him as he impaled his pleasure into her.
Turned out though, in the end, they rejoined the world after round four up against the tile in the shower under the hot spray…
Chapter Six
Carson nutted into the whore’s mouth despite himself, she was just too good of a cocksucker for him to hold back any longer. Like she’d been born to it.
Aurora stared up at him with lust-filled and almost loving eyes, as he pulsed into the little whore’s mouth, painting the back of her throat and her tongue as she sucked him and jacked him eagerly.
The town they’d spent three days in was good for all his men. His men were happy. They were all more relaxed if they’d gotten maybe a little too wild. They’d all enjoyed themselves, and the very talented and giving whores had eagerly served them in every way, from cooking to lying on their backs. It was almost disturbing in a way, how welcoming those young women had been to his men and himself. He’d even relaxed the guard restriction, the idea of any of the women attacking his men during sexual congress had been laughable.
Not one of the talented fuck toys had spoken a word of complaint of not getting paid, and if anything, they seemed to be grateful he and his men were here to see to their needs. It was… bizarre, and jarring, because he knew that was wrong and against human nature.
They’d even managed to keep the death count down in the town, though inevitably there were a few more examples needed. He didn’t mind a little violence of course, but only when it was truly needed to cow the rest of the sheep they lived off of. They’d loaded up their trucks with booty, and when he’d asked with a smirk for two ladies to accompany them as tribute to keep his men relaxed, they’d all volunteered to come with them.
Every single whore in the place had stepped forward with a smile, and then volunteered to come along to act as cum buckets for his men during the road trip.
Which… really, was fucking annoying. He got off best on a woman that was scared, even disgusted, while at the same time proving she was a whore at heart and rocking his world with pleasure to keep her family or loved one safe. His men had enjoyed the willing and eager women far more than he had, and he was pretty sure it was all thanks to Aurora, who was at the moment looking up into his eyes with wicked enjoyment as she sucked out the last of his sperm on the side of the road.
Aurora was… different. She was a solid ten, about eighteen years of age, with silky and shimmering long black hair, startling dark blue eyes, and an ethereally beautiful face that would’ve
set most supermodels into a rage of jealousy. She had pouty blow job lips, long sinful eyelashes, and high strong cheekbones. Her body was pure sinful delight, with thirty-six double D breasts that were impossibly firm and supple, a mouthwatering twenty-four-inch waist, followed by a thirty-six-inch sexy rounded hips. Her tight rounded ass was a work of art, and she was incredibly willing for it to be used, even if her mouth or pussy was full at the time.
In fact, she seemed to prefer it, when she could pleasure two or more of them at once with her sinful body and pretty face.
She was pure sinful seduction, and she dripped sensual sex appeal constantly. She was incredibly graceful and moved in ways that never failed to draw the eyes to her amazing tits, ass, or her smoldering blue eyes. It wasn’t… natural. He’d never caught her looking anything less than seductive and ready to spread her legs. Despite her being so disappointedly willing to fuck him with joy in her heart, she was just too good and wild a fuck for even that disappointment to stop him from filling her.
But… she pissed him off because of it. It’d ruined the stop for him, not being able to find a hot fuck like Tracey with disgust and hatred in her eyes, even as she did her best to give him pleasure. Even while she reluctantly enjoyed it herself. He… missed that.
He was so pissed that he wanted to punch the bitch right in the face, as soon as she’d popped off his cock with a bright smile on her face. Which… really wasn’t like him. He preferred mental coercion to physical, but her wanton willingness pissed him off that much. But it was more than that, she’d been the mistress of the house, the one in charge, and all the other women’s inspiration.
He grunted, “Take care of the men in the jeep,” he ordered before he gave into the temptation and put a bullet between her eyes.
The woman got up with a smile on her face, “Yes, sir,” and walked off, and despite himself he was staring at her perfectly formed naked ass until she hopped in the jeep, and her head disappeared into one of his men’s laps with a wanton willingness and need he was quite familiar with.
It was insane. Not only had she been like that, but Christie, the other whore who was currently in one of the trucks resting, was exactly the same. Not exactly like her, but as if Aurora was the leader of some strange sex cult. None of the other women, though some incredibly beautiful, had Aurora’s oddly compelling and seductive presence all the time. They were all incredibly seductive, but there’d been times that the others looked tired and wanted to rest. Even during those times, they tried and were sweetly accommodating, and they obviously followed her lead. He’d even found out the men in the community didn’t pay them coin at all, they were just a house full of hot chicks that would fuck anyone that came along. Not a true whorehouse at all. More like a slut-house. Though, they did accept supplies and foodstuffs as donations.
It was infuriating.
They were currently farther north of the town, in an old abandoned decently sized town along the interstate. The gas trucks were currently siphoning gas out of a gas station, while some of his other men were looting an old gun store for as much nine-millimeter and .223 ammo they could find. Not that they were running low, but more bullets never hurt. They also were going to grab some new cleaning kits.
Gasoline went bad of course, and it was five years since the world had gone crazy, but the trucks had those enchantments on it that somehow revived the gas even as it protected the pump and engine so the thing worked. It was what it was, he didn’t understand magic, but the old man had set them up rather well.
He sighed, and he mourned the loss of Tracey again. She was just a hot little slut, and he missed that hatred and disgust mixed with hot reluctant pleasure. Hopefully the next town would have a whorehouse that wasn’t run by… well he didn’t know what the fuck Aurora was. She was human but something else too he suspected. She had some magic too, but nothing that could harm them, it just kept her fresh, clean, and sexy as far as he could figure.
He hated her, even while in that moment he couldn’t wait until she was on her knees for him again. She was the most talented cocksucker that ever wrapped her lips around him. He knew he was more than a little crazy and off, but he didn’t care, he was really enjoying his life even with the setbacks.
He looked over to the setting sun, and decided they’d stay in that small town that night. There was a motel 8 down the block, they could kick the doors in and sleep on mattresses, after he’d set a night guard. Maybe he’d take another turn with Aurora and Christie at the same time, there were advantages to being the leader after all, and debauched threesomes was one of them.
He just… yearned for more, and wished they were a little bit reluctant at least. He’d even smacked Aurora once, just to see if it put fear into her eyes, but the whore had just gone with it like it wasn’t even a thing, or like it’d just turned her on. He hadn’t hit her again despite wanting to. He was enjoying himself though, and his men were as well, but there was a piece of him that knew there was more out there. Bigger things that he yearned to find.
Carson didn’t know where he was. It was dark as night, and the sky seemed empty above him, no moon or even stars in sight. The only light was from a grayish fog that hugged the ground a foot or so above it. It was eerily quiet and dark, and he couldn’t see farther than fifteen feet away despite the gently glowing fog licking his ankles.
He was also naked. He felt a bit angry, mostly because he was confused and scared, and he didn’t like being confused and scared. If Aurora had something to do with this then he’d fucking kill her. The last thing he could remember was nutting in her ass as she came around him powerfully, before he’d kicked her out and sought sleep.
A warm sensuous voice said, “I heard your call, and brought you here, Carson.”
He’d never heard a feminine voice filled with so much sexual allure before, not even Aurora’s naturally slutty voice, and he was suddenly as hard as a rock. It was more than that though, the voice and presence was also powerful, and made him feel small and insignificant even as he longed to ravage the speaker. He shook in fear which enraged him.
“Is this real, or a dream?”
The voice said in sultry amusement, “Yes.”
He squinted his eyes as the shadows moved, and the silhouette of a woman appeared walking sensuously in his direction. She was lithe and somehow ripe, athletic and somehow voluptuous, and her sinful body was sheathed in layers of diaphanous black flowing silk. If Aurora dripped seduction, this woman before him was seduction, and his cock was so hard it literally ached and pulsed with need. There was also more than that driving seduction that made him have to bury his cock in her, but a powerful presence and strength that was far beyond his understanding.
All he knew was he needed the relief only she could provide. He couldn’t possibly resist, but his fear kept him frozen in place as the diaphanous layered gown seemed to shimmer and move in mysterious ways around the most beautiful woman that he’d ever laid eyes on.
She chuckled knowingly, “Come, Carson. Ease your burden inside me and give yourself to me.”
He didn’t even give the second part of her statement a moment of consideration, what coupling with this… goddess, might mean for him. All he heard was the first part, which released him from his paralysis. He roared as he stepped forward and pushed her onto the ground roughly. He ripped away her black silk coverings as he took his place between her legs.
The soft chuckle was lost on him, as she opened her ripe legs and the scent of her arousal hit his senses. His cock ached painfully in need as he speared into her warm inviting center. The snug heat that wrapped around his cock was more pleasure than he’d ever felt before, as it impossibly sucked him in with milking convulsions of heat as a pleasurable storm of sensations thundered into his body.
Her heat rippled, convulsed, and milked him hard. It seemed to form a whirlpool of wet caressing silken heat around his head, and it was overwhelming. The relief of having his aching cock buried in her paradise was a two-edged sword, as a deman
ding need stormed through his chest, all he cared about in that moment was fucking her soft impossibly pleasurable sex until he’d exploded inside of her.
He slammed into her with growling need and raging heat as his heart pounded so hard in his chest that he thought it would explode. Her scent shifted randomly, from roses, to lilacs, and he twisted his nose in disgust as he scented burnt flesh and decay. Then gasoline and gun oil, then sweet freesia and honey.
The fear too, never left his heart, and he fucked her with a consuming lust, fear, desperation, disgust, and a powerfully undeniable need to finish in her luxurious sex.
Her gasps and sweet chuckles of pleasure also sounded of pain and torment, then agonizing pain hit him as the impossibly intense pleasure cross circuited his brain. He was in agonizing pleasure and sweet pain, yet he couldn’t stop driving his cock into her hard and fast as he was lost in the chaos of their coupling. Pain and pleasure, arousing and disgusting scents, random shocking sensations that didn’t even make sense.
Her twistedly seductive sighs, gasps, and laughs filled his ears and fogged his mind.
He grunted in fear, pain and pleasure as his legs turned numb, and his cock surged powerfully in her milking and convulsing pussy.
She said, “You serve me now, mortal,” with a seductive and threatening tone, as he started to empty himself in her.
The sensations of his orgasm were equally confusing, the highest height he’d ever reached as the bliss scrambled his mind, and the most pain as well, and every other sensation imaginable in between. The soft stroke of silk, the gentleness of velvet, and the sensation of sandpaper against his skin.
His mind… fractured, splintered into a million pieces as chaos flooded his mind, in that endless eternity of bliss, dread, and pain. As he came down, sanity didn’t quite return, not that he was all that sane to begin with.
