Hard as Stone

by Cynthia Sax

  Hard as Stone

  Cynthia Sax

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  Hard as Stone

  Cynthia Sax

  Nothing is rougher, tougher, or harder than a mountain god.

  Mountain gods are the hardest beings on the planet. Their foundation is rock. Their roots are in the earth. They are immortal and unrelenting. Nothing can make a mountain god harder than he already is… or so Acon thinks. When he travels to a remote island to capture a fearsome beast, he discovers a woman so beautiful he instantly submits, rock hard body and soul. Is this love at first sight or an unfeeling creature’s cruel weapon?

  Chapter One

  “Where are you, monster?” Trellos bellowed like a wounded bull. At well over six feet tall, he was large for a human. The muscle bound warrior kicked an unlucky predecessor, grimacing as his boot made contact with the stone.

  He was also an ass. Acon leaned back against the rock outcropping, gaining strength from the connection. If the gorgon didn’t arrive soon, he’d smite Trellos himself.

  The rock sang of her approach. Acon felt its joy, a tingling sensation rolling over his skin.

  “Leave me be, warrior.” Her words drifted like a summer breeze around them. They originated from everywhere and nowhere. “I have no grievance with you.” He breathed deep, inhaling her sweet voice.

  “I have a grievance with you, creature.” Trellos rattled his sword. Acon shook his head at the stupidity. The idiot planned to fight a gorgon with a sword. This was no Medusa, handicapped by the frailty of mortality. This was her daughter Kyma. She had the blood of her father -- the god Poseidon -- flowing in her veins. No sword could kill the immortal. “Show yourself, you demon spawn.”

  “I would rather not.” His brothers of the Ourea labeled Kyma an unfeeling monster, yet she endeavored to spare the fool. “Return to your people, warrior. Love well. Leave the joyous legacy of children. In them, your name will live forever.”

  “My name will live forever for having killed you, fearsome beast!” Trellos roared. His face was red. Veins stood out on his bald head. “You will fight me! Now!” He swung his sword with both hands, slicing the stone statue in two.

  Acon flinched. The drone of a hundred hisses filled the air. “You dare to disrespect the dead!” A tall, slender form entered the clearing. She walked like a queen, her backbone straight, her stride smooth. A black hooded cape covered her from head to toe. “I am warning you for the last time, human. Leave this place.”

  “I will leave after I kill you.” The warrior raised his shield. “For glory!” Trellos ran, twigs crunching under his boots.

  “For peace.” She calmly untied her cape and let the fabric fall to the ground. The impact was instant and overwhelming. Acon was a mountain god. Stone was his foundation and Kyma’s naked, toned body radiated minerals. He convulsed with pleasure as he absorbed the particles, taking tiny pieces of her deep within him.

  Trellos was made of more fragile materials. The human skidded to a stop, his face contorting in horror. A hard gray matter formed over his skin.

  “Glory is not worth dying for.” Kyma lifted her face to the sky, and Acon’s breath hitched. She was beautiful. He had lived an eternity and never had he seen her equal. Snakes with red, yellow, and black banding sensuously twisted and curled around her head. Her skin was the color of the black onyx found in his homeland. Big brown eyes filled with pain and regret surveyed the newest addition to her collection.

  “I am sorry.” She reached up, cupping the warrior’s stone cheek.

  Acon felt envious of the dead man. He wanted her fingers on his body. She stroked the human’s bare chest, removing the loose stone, and Acon’s cock twitched. She bent over, picking up her cape. Her ass was gently rounded, a soft cushion for an exiled god. He hardened.

  He should take her now. Her defenses were low, and his brothers expected her capture. They would trade her for a seat on Mount Olympus and a voice in the new dominion.

  She drifted away, her cape billowing like a shadow behind her. Her presence lingered in his veins. He would keep his word and secure the gorgon, but that would not happen today. He would study his beautiful opponent first.

  Chapter Two

  All she wanted was peace. Kyma sat upon the hill, watching as a couple, walking hand in hand, slipped into the darkened grove. That was not truthful. All she wanted was love. The man pulled the woman to him. She could not hear his husky words. The woman laughed.

  Kyma came here after each death. It was the site of many a clandestine meeting. The couples thought themselves undetected in the dark. Kyma with her gorgon eyes could see them clearly. They reminded her that not all humans hated.

  The lovers kissed, the man’s hands tight on the woman’s ass. That was what she needed to see. She was tired of the senseless hate. The man lowered his head, nibbling along the woman’s neck. Kyma tilted her head and traced the same path with her fingertips. The man tugged the woman’s bodice open. Large breasts with nipples the color of ripe plums spilled out. Kyma let her cape slide off her shoulders, onto the rock around her. The cool night wind swept over her skin.

  She was naked. There was no need for clothes. Anyone who saw her face turned to stone. She cupped her breasts, imagining it was a man’s rough hands weighing them. The man dropped his breeches, while the woman’s skirts were gathered around her waist. Kyma spread her legs, her pussy humming with need. Skin smacked against skin as the man fucked the woman.

  There was a rumble of desire. Kyma stilled. It came from behind her. “You approach at your peril.” She pulled her hood over her head, covering her face. How had he come so close to her without detection? Even now she struggled to feel his presence.

  “If you are concerned about my peril, beautiful” -- the intruder’s deep voice lilted with an accent she could not place -- “you will allow me to please you. I shall perish if you do not.” He stood at her back. He was a large man. His shadow stretched long upon the moonlit rock.

  The loneliness was great and his offer of a quick embrace in the dark was tempting. “You cannot look upon my face,” she warned.

  “Then I will not look upon your fa
ce.” Strong legs straddled her. He was naked. His cock was hard against her cape-covered ass. “My goal is your pleasure. I am yours to command.”

  She stared at his big feet. He was a giant. “For truth?” He’d allow her to command him?

  “For truth.” Large, callused hands rested on his knees. “You are my queen, and I am your servant. I submit to your desires.” She watched fascinated as he stroked his own flesh. “I will not caress your breasts if you do not wish.”

  She sucked in her breath at his forward words. “I wish,” she whispered.

  He slid his hands underneath her cape. She trembled. It had been so long since she’d felt another’s skin against hers. Blunt, coarse fingertips drifted over her breasts, circling her nipples, teasing them. “I will not tweak your nipples unless you ask, my queen.”

  “I ask.” She squeaked as he squeezed them into pointed peaks, kneading them into a frenzy of feeling. “Oh, yes, I ask.” She leaned back, her hooded head resting on his shoulder. Her hair hissed in protest, the snakes rearranging themselves.

  He did not notice the sound. He brushed her thighs, his hands in constant motion, exploring her. “I dare not spread your legs.”

  She spread them for him, exposing her pussy to his rough hands. His fingers traveled down her stomach, over her hairless mons. “Fucking you with my fingers would be more than I could hope for.”

  “You may hope.” She arched her back. His fingertips grazed her pussy lips, stroking back and forth, back and forth. “I need you inside me, servant.”

  “As you command, my queen.” He thrust into her with two thick fingers. She cried out. “Easy, beautiful.” He kissed her neck as he slowly pumped her. “You are so tight.” She twitched as his thumb swiped her clit. “So wet,” he rumbled into her ear.

  She tensed as he lifted her, tugging up her cape. “I have to feel you,” he explained. His big cock slid between her ass cheeks. They were flesh to flesh from the waist down. “That is better.” He sped up the tempo, his fingers ravaging her pussy.

  “Better.” She moaned her satisfaction. She raised her hips, his cock rubbing against her spine. He was as hard and smooth as stone. “But not best.” She pushed back. “I want your cock in my pussy.” It was risky. The last man she fucked had looked upon her face and died with his cock inside her. She tugged her hood down until she was swathed in cloth. Her face flushed with the heat. “Will you fuck me?”

  He drew her up, tilting her forward, until his cockhead teased her entrance. “Are you certain, beautiful?”

  “I am certain.” He called her beautiful as though he meant it, yet he would never see her face. “Fuck me, servant.” She pushed away regrets. A normal relationship was not for her.

  She whimpered as he lowered her. “Easy,” he murmured. He was thick and stretched her so tightly, she fancied she would break into two. “That’s it.” The long slide continued. “Almost there.” Gods, he was huge. He tapped against her womb wall. “Perfect.” He kissed her bare shoulder. The act of affection made her heart flutter.

  Her pussy beat a more primal rhythm. Her mystery lover filled her completely. They sat in silence as she adjusted to his size. His arms were wrapped around her, holding her close to his chest. His strength was reassuring.

  It was also deceiving. He was human and he was fragile. She felt for her hood.

  He caught her hand in his. “Unless you give me leave, I will not look, beautiful,” he assured her. Their fingers intertwined.

  “My name is Kyma.” Her cheeks heated. She fucked a man, and she knew not his name.

  “I am” -- he paused -- “Acon.”

  “Acon.” It was an unusual name, and he was an unusual man. There was no softness in him. It was as though she sat upon a marble sculpture. She braced against the ledge, lifting her ass. His cockhead rubbed against her pussy walls. He groaned. “I am ready to fuck now, Acon.”

  “As you desire, Kyma.” He rocked her forward until she was positioned on hands and knees before him. “Is the stone too unyielding?”

  Kyma blinked. Did he refer to the rigid staff filling her? He slid a rough hand under her knee. Her lips curled upward. No, his concern was the slate floor she braced against. “Stone is my element.” It was her connection with nature.

  He drew his hips back. “Then we are well matched.” She did not know what that meant. Before she could question his reply, he slammed into her, his balls bouncing against her ass. She gasped, all breath knocked from her body.

  “Was I too hard?” He covered her, his chest rubbing against her back.

  “Not… hard… enough,” she panted. She yearned for unrelenting strength and she knew he could satisfy her.

  His chuckle was low and deep. “Perfectly matched.” He gripped her hips, pulling her toward him as he thrust. Her teeth rattled. Her snakes hissed.

  “Harder,” she called out. She needed to feel this for days. She knew not when she’d be touched again. He met her demand, grunting as he rode her, pounding sensation after sensation into her skin. Her pussy welcomed the passionate abuse, quivering under his unrelenting onslaught until her entire body shook.

  “Come for me, Kyma.” He reached around, his arm surrounding her, and pressed his thumb against her clit. With each thrust, he rubbed that bliss-laden nub.

  The pleasure was too much to manage. Her orgasm came fast and fervent, overpowering her senses. Kyma tilted her head back, her face bathed in moonlight, and shrieked her satisfaction. He thrust once, twice more, before joining her, her name shouted to the stars, her pussy filled with his cum.

  “Kyma.” He collapsed on top of her. She crumbled under his weight. A human woman would have protested being sandwiched between a rock ledge and a muscular man. Kyma welcomed the feeling. She was surrounded by stone.

  They rested in quiet companionship. Kyma reveled in his breath upon her neck, his heart beating against her bare back. This was how normal lovers lay, their bodies spent from making love. For this moment, she was not a monster. She was a woman.

  “I will see you the night next.” He lifted his body from hers, bracing himself against the rock.

  He could not see her, ever. She felt for her hood. It had dropped to her shoulders, her snakes freed. She hastily pulled the fabric back up, covering her face, thanking the gods that had protected him. With one quick glance, he could have been turned to stone. “You cannot, I beg of you. If you see me, it would end in your death.” She could not bear that.

  “I will wear a blindfold so I cannot see you.”

  He would do that for her? He’d put his life in her hands, trusting her not to harm him? Kyma worried her bottom lip between her teeth. A blindfold could work. She had not tried that with a lover. “If you remove it, you will die.”

  “Then you will bind my hands and remove the temptation.” He stood. She shivered in the night air, missing his body heat. “I will see you tomorrow at the ancient ruins when the sun hits the trees. Resign yourself to that meeting. We are lovers until I say we are not.” His bare feet smacked upon the slate as he stomped away.

  They were lovers. She rested her cheek upon the cool rock, a smile in her heart. She had a lover and he would see her again.

  Chapter Three

  “Are you to sleep all day, Aconcagua?” One of Acon’s feet was kicked.

  He opened an eye. Mercedario grinned down at him. The irritatingly cheerful god was supposed to be continents away. “Piss off, Merc.” He covered his eyes with his arm.

  “Awww…” Wood groaned as the mountain god sat down. “Is that any way to speak to your brother?”

  Acon wouldn’t be getting any more sleep this morning. “My little brother.” He sat up, the bed sheet falling to his waist, exposing his bare chest. “You are not to be here. I was to bring the gorgon to you.”

  “Change of plans. It was decided that we would assist you.” Merc’s eyes narrowed. “You look different.”

  Acon felt different. He stood, reaching for his clothes. “Who is we?” This smelled of
Everest’s interference. As the largest of the brothers, he fancied himself their leader.

  “Everest, McKinley, everyone.” Merc waved his hands dismissively, unconcerned that they were about to be besieged by a range of moody mountain gods. “What happened to your leg?”

  Holy Hades. Had Kyma scratched him? Acon looked down and frowned. “I see nothing.” There wasn’t a mark upon his skin. He pulled up his breeches.

  “Exactly. You had a scar there from the mock battle we engaged in centuries ago. I delivered that particular piece of pain myself.” Merc puffed up with pride. It had been a lucky blow.

  The healing was Kyma’s doing. Acon rolled his shoulders back. He felt like a newly formed mountain around her, molten lava swirling around his insides. “When do they arrive?” He distracted his brother.

  “On the morrow or the next. I hear Everest has issues with” -- Merc dropped his voice -- “climbers.” Climbers were the bane of all their existences. Their deaths weighed heavily upon them. Acon thought of Kyma and the pain on her face after the warrior perished. “I arrived early to help you take the gorgon.”

  Acon had taken the gorgon last night. He would take her again this night. His cock hardened. “I need no help.” He turned away from his brother under the guise of strapping on his sword. “The gorgon has no defenses other than her face and that has no effect on me,” he lied. Her face affected him deeply. He would never forget the sight of her as she came, her exquisite profile etched against the moon, her lush lips wet with wanting.

  “Is her face as grotesque as people say?” Merc’s voice brimmed with curiosity. “Does it make grown men scream in terror?”

  “She is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. “I must go.” Embarrassed, he stalked away without looking back.

  “Beautiful?” Merc followed, crashing through the underbrush. He had no concept of stealth. “If she has you smitten, brother, then I truly must see her. You do not sing praises lightly.” Birds scattered from the branches overhead. “Or at all.”