by Rede, Lily
Lea spread his shirt wide, her soft hands learning the hard muscles of his chest and the contours of his rigid torso. He clenched his hands at his sides while she undid the buckle of his belt, and then started on the hook of his trousers. Her fingers trembled slightly as she worked the zipper down over the bulge of his dick. He knew he was big, but her wide-eyed pleasure stroked his ego as her fingers stroked his length from root to tip through the soft cotton of his boxer-briefs.
“Take it out,” he ordered, gritting his teeth as she tugged the elastic waistband down to free him, and then wrapped both hands around his straining shaft.
“You’re huge,” she murmured.
“On your knees, Lea.”
Kirk held his breath, wondering what she would do, half hoping she’d slap him or run, if only to put an end to this insanity. Instead, he felt every muscle in his body go tight when she slowly lowered herself to her knees, and administered a gentle lick to the head of his cock, followed by a tentative exploration of the wide collar with petal soft lips.
He wanted to howl, to grab her head and plunge his hard length down her throat, but he forced himself to stay still and let her explore. She was clearly a novice. She couldn’t have done this many times. Her delicate eagerness shouldn’t have him fighting to hold back. Kirk slid his hands into those glorious golden curls as she rubbed the sweet spot under the head with her thumb and slid her wet tongue over his crown, humming in pleasure as she lapped up the moisture she found there.
“So pretty,” he managed.
She found a particularly sensitive spot and suckled gently. His thighs trembled.
Her fingers cupped and stroked his tight sac, gently stroking the soft skin behind. Kirk muffled a whimper and positioned his crown at her lips.
“Suck,” he ordered, the tone brooking no refusal.
The siren smile that curved her lips set off a strange warmth in the vicinity of his heart, but before he could examine it, her mouth opened over his crown and she drew him in.
THIS WAS EXACTLY WHAT she wanted, Lea admitted to herself. Kirk, bare and hard, at the mercy of her hands and mouth, telling her how to pleasure him. She shuddered with the intensity of it as his cock slid over her tongue, and she drew as much of him into her mouth as she could, savoring his taste.
“Just like that, baby,” he murmured, his voice tight.
She set a rhythm that he seemed to enjoy, a tremor snaking up his body as she sucked the captive flesh. Lea loved that she could make him tremble.
“Look at me.”
She looked up, drowning in the heat of his eyes as his hips thrust with shallow strokes that stretched her mouth and sent an answering pulse down to her pussy. Soon, soon she would feel all of this velvet steel heat driving into her softness, satisfying the ache that beat between her thighs. She sucked harder, and his head fell back as the pleasure overtook him, and the hot rush of his seed filled her mouth. Lea held on, lapping at him until he pulled back with a jerk, still hard. She wrapped her arms around his hips and nuzzled his abdomen, catching her breath while he did the same.
After a long moment, he pulled her to her feet. She thought for a moment that he would kiss her, but he only buried his face in her throat, running his hands over her curves.
“Any more surprises, Lea?”
“Maybe one or two.”
He nipped her collarbone, and then raised his head, turning her to face the desk, pressing gently until she was facedown, her cheek pressed against the warm wood. The position raised her ass, and a drop of moisture slid slowly down her thighs as he unceremoniously kicked her legs apart.
“I still haven’t punished you for deceiving me.”
He snapped the fragile silk of her thong with two quick jerks, revealing her pussy to his gaze. She knew she was wet and swollen, her clit hard and aching. For a long moment he was quiet, so quiet she started to worry. She’d waxed, since all succubi were naturally bare, but this kind of exposure to a lover was new to her. That’s when she felt his tongue, warm and wet, exploring her softness, dipping briefly into the tender slit, and then curling around her clit for a teasing suck. Her hips jerked.
Kirk tsked and straightened behind her.
“You don’t get to come yet, baby. First you need to be spanked.”
Spanked?!?
Lea opened her mouth to protest, but a lusty slap on one bare cheek turned the outrage into a moan as heat spread through her. Another tap on the other side rendered her incoherent. She’d never been spanked, never wanted to be, but lying on Kirk’s desk, spread for his pleasure, she was going to come harder than she ever had in her life. A few more hot little smacks and she was squirming, desperate, clutching the edge of the desk over her head.
“God, the way your skin blushes for me, baby.”
He caressed the warm flesh, his touch sparking and soothing at the same time, and then slid two hot fingers down the smooth crease of her ass before pressing into her dripping pussy, all the way to the palm. His thumb rubbed gentle circles around the rosebud pucker of her anus, and she felt a fresh shock ripple through her.
“Kirk, please – ”
“Patience, baby. You’re going to get everything you want.”
Lea’s heart clenched, knowing it wasn’t true, but she pushed the pang of emotion aside. There was no way Kirk would leave her hungry body unsatisfied, which was no consolation to her heart, but she would take what she could get. Pathetic.
“So tight and hot. No wonder you wanted a fuck. It’s been awhile, hasn’t it?”
Kirk thrust his fingers into her with a smooth, practiced stroke that had her toes curling. She sighed as he loosened her corset, kissing and licking the flesh he exposed as he slowly tugged her laces free. There was a reason she shouldn’t let him do this, but she couldn’t quite wrap her head around it. His fingers curled slightly, stroking a sweet spot high inside her, and she cried out. Kirk finally pulled the corset from her body, tossing it somewhere on the floor, and his fingers abruptly stilled mid-stroke. Awareness streaked through her.
Shit, thought Lea.
“Wings,” Kirk breathed, “You’re a pixie!”
She wriggled in his hold, but a sharp tap to her ass made her freeze in place.
“I can’t believe you hid this from me.”
“I’m only half. Pixies don’t get taken seriously, you know that.”
He humphed, but his fingers started moving again, Thank God, and she nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt his tongue stroking the ultra-sensitive spot between her wings.
“Do you want to come for me, little pixie? You’re drenching my hand.”
She couldn’t answer as he blew softly on the damp spot and his fingers worked their magic between her thighs, the tension working itself higher and higher until it burst, flooding her body with hot pleasure, leaving her limp as a wet noodle. Kirk nuzzled her wings and a jolt of pleasure zinged through her, making her whimper.
“So sensitive. Maybe I’ll stand behind you and make you come during the press conference next week.”
Lea was too unglued to answer, and she clenched hard when he flipped her over so she could watch him lapping her juices from his fingers, a mischievous grin on his face, as though he knew what the sight did to her. Unwillingly her heart rolled over. The sexual pleasure was expected, the sheer enjoyment and was that joy? in Kirk’s eyes was not.
His gaze dropped to her breasts. Lea didn’t know how she could still blush, but heat suffused her face. Her first urge was to cover herself, but then her own impish side took over and she raised her arms over her head in a decadent sprawl. The position pulled her nipples up, and she was more than pleased with his quick intake of breath.
“Don’t move.”
A FUCKING PIXIE. KIRK was kicking himself for everything he’d missed in the past few months. The brilliant woman who kept his life on track was secretly a gorgeous, lusty pixie with a body that brought him to his knees and fucking hot little wings. He had to be inside her. Right now. Kirk pushe
d her knees apart to make space for himself, his cock landing heavily against her damp pussy.
She couldn’t hold still, wriggling against him. That won’t do.
A quick thought, a swirl of magic, and then those incredible legs were pulled high and obscenely wide, held tight in an unbreakable grip by invisible hands, the strappy heels stretching her calves even further. Her arms were trapped tight against the desk over her head.
She gasped.
“Kirk! What are you doing?”
He grinned and traced the tight tendon in her thigh with one finger, all the way to her pussy.
“Just giving you the fuck you asked for. Any way I want to.”
He rubbed his fat crown against her folds, tapping it lightly against her swollen clit, making her hips buck up, but his magic held her fast. He slid in, just the head, and started fucking her with shallow strokes that worked the tight opening of her sheath over his wide head.
She writhed, desperately trying to pull him deeper.
Another swirl of magic, and a phantom tongue swirled around her clit in maddening strokes, causing her to cry out in helpless pleasure.
“Please, more, Kirk – I can’t stand it – ”
Kirk clenched his teeth and ignored her pleas. He wanted some answers, and now was the perfect chance to get them.
“You can have more, my sweet little pixie, when you answer a few questions for me.”
“Questions?” she panted, straining upward. He paused to enjoy the way her tits quivered with her movements. Magnificent.
“For each satisfactory answer, you get another inch of cock.”
“We’ll be here all night!” she wailed, and he grinned, tight.
“The sooner you’re honest, the sooner the torture ends, baby, for both of us.”
Her blue eyes were wide with lust and desperation.
“What do you want to know?”
“You were looking for me tonight, weren’t you?”
She hesitated, but the phantom fingers lightly squeezed her clit and she gasped.
“Yes!”
“Good girl.”
He slid in an inch further, stretching her, and she moaned.
“Why the ruse, Lea? Why go to all this trouble?”
“I didn’t think you’d agree if I asked you to sleep with me.”
He was about to protest, but then realized she was right. He’d have been shocked out of his skin. Amazing how one night could change everything. She squirmed as far as her magical bonds would let her.
“You promised!”
Obediently, he gave her another fat inch, pulling back to fuck her with slow, shallow strokes, not enough to get them off, but enough to keep them on a slow simmer.
“You’re killing me here,” she panted.
“Save your strength, sweet pixie. We’ve got a long way to go.”
“Bastard.”
He grinned.
“So you wanted me to sleep with you. Just like that? It can’t be that simple.”
Lea shook her head, her gorgeous lips tightly shut.
“I can wait, baby.”
“I’ve been honest with you. Can you please just fuck me and get it over with!”
The phantom fingers smacked her pussy with a light little slap, and she nearly went off right there. He felt her straining for it, and her wailed protest as he pulled back, denying her the satisfaction of even a tiny orgasm, sent a shiver of sexual awareness through him.
“Maybe I’m asking the wrong questions,” he mused, gruff, “Let’s start with something simpler. Did you enjoy sucking me off?”
“Yes.”
“What about this? Do you like the way I stretch you?”
“God, yes.”
“You feel like tight hot silk around me.”
He gave her three more inches, his cock hard enough to pound nails, desperate for relief. Her sheath was hot and wet and rippling as she clenched around him. This was only going to last for so long, but Kirk couldn’t bring himself to ask the question he really wanted to know the answer to – why him? Out of all the men she knew, why did she want him to fill her up, to the point that she would transform herself, afraid that he wouldn’t go through with it if he knew it was her? She could have anyone, and apparently he was the only one stupid enough not to see what was hiding in plain sight. Even Hunt saw past the ordinary disguise she wore every day. The truth was, the question scared him. Somehow he knew that whatever the answer, his carefully guarded heart was going to pay the price one way or another. So he avoided it, and instead, rocked the last few inches into her, gritting his teeth. Buried to the hilt, he stared down at where they were joined.
“You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
Her eyes were luminous in the gloom, the gold of her hair spilling down over the edges of the desk in a silky cascade.
“Does this mean you’re finally going to fuck me properly?”
“I’m not done questioning you.”
She tensed under him, but he started moving. The questions could wait.
LEA CRIED OUT AS he finally, finally started fucking her, the exquisite friction taking her breath as she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. His questions had left her feeling raw and exposed, and so close to admitting what she really felt for him, she’d felt a shockingly physical wave of relief when he let the matter drop and fed the last hard inches of his dick into her desperate pussy. He fucked her with smooth, deep strokes, the heat and hardness of his shaft pressing tight against the smooth walls of her sheath, filling her up with sensation that was indescribably good.
She was barely aware of the door opening, couldn’t make sense of it until –
“Hey man, a bunch of the Lycans are going to – ”
Lea saw Hunt’s handsome face in the doorway, his expression transforming from joviality to shock.
“– oh, shit, Lea. Sorry, I had no idea. Nice ass, by the way.”
“Out!” Kirk roared, never faltering as he powered into her, sweat glistening on his body, his abs rippling with the controlled movements of his hips.
“I’m going, I’m going. Have fun, you two.”
Lea caught a glimpse of him shaking his head in amused disbelief, muttering, “Spectacular tits.”
Kirk thrust harder, hands clenched on her inner thighs.
“You owe me for that,” he murmured.
“What? Why?”
“Maybe if you fuck me long enough, I’ll be charitable and forget the fact that he saw your bare nipples. Then I won’t have to kill him.”
Lea licked her lips, trying to maintain the thread of the conversation, which was difficult as heat coiled low in her abdomen.
“I thought you liked to…share.”
He snarled and the ghostly fingers on her clit milked her mercilessly, and then she was coming again as he fucked her harder, his balls slapping against her with every decadent thrust.
I THOUGHT YOU LIKED to share.
The words seared him from the inside out as he hung on, trying not to come while her spasming pussy milked his dick. Ordinarily, he enjoyed sharing a lover, and he and Hunt had pleasured women to exhausted satiation many a time. Now, the thought of anyone else laying their hands on Lea, seeing her come apart, was…odd…
MINE. The word whispered through his brain, and he was surprised to find that it didn’t send him into a panic.
Harder, deeper, he picked up the pace, letting the tension and heat wash over him as she came one more time with a shriek and he followed her over, a corner of his brain thrilled that the standard-issue magical contraception ensured that he could come in her every hour on the hour, and she still wouldn’t conceive until they both wanted it. He was definitely not ready for that.
“God, Lea – ” Her name ripped from his throat as he came in a flood, marking her as his own with the hot wash of his seed filling her up.
He collapsed over her, his damp chest crushing the sweet cushion of her breasts.
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nbsp; “You okay?” he murmured, licking the soft hollow of her throat.
“More than okay. You know, if you wanted to…share...it might be alright. As long as you’re there with me. Maybe.”
She nibbled shyly on his shoulder, and he was surprised when his tired dick twitched.
“We can discuss it, but I don’t need to.”
Unwilling to leave her just yet, he nudged his rapidly recovering cock deeper. Impulsively, he lowered his head to kiss her, but she turned away, leaving his mouth to brush the petal-soft skin of her jaw.
“You’ll take my dick to the tonsils but you won’t kiss me?”
Ouch.
Now he knew how it felt, why his lovers complained. He’d had her body, and his own still thrummed with satisfaction, but he wanted to get closer to her, craved the sweet intimacy of her mouth on his. The rejection hurt, and Kirk didn’t like the sensation one bit. For the first time in his adult life, it bothered him to be used like a sex toy. Churning inside, he was so out of sorts that he that he almost didn’t catch her soft response.
“It won’t mean anything to you…but it would mean something to me.”
And there was his why. She didn’t just want him, she cared about him.
Kirk released the magic that held her and she groaned as her stiff legs lowered. She propped her feet on the edge of the desk, cradling his hips.
“Wrap yourself around me, Lea.”
She hesitated, and then her legs and arms came around him, holding him close, his cock still trapped in her liquid heat. Bliss.
Gently but inexorably, he used two fingers to turn her chin to face him, and then lowered his head.
“It means something to me,” he murmured, his lips a breath away, and then his mouth came down on hers.
SWEET, HOT, DELICIOUS. LEA drank Kirk in like a woman dying of thirst, tangling her tongue with his, feeling her pulse race and the hard answering beat of his own against her breasts and where he was buried deep inside her pussy. She didn’t care that her feelings for him were on display, her heart laid bare for him. His mind was probably all fuzzy from spectacular, mind-blowing sex, or he wouldn’t be indulging her like this. She’d never seen him kiss anyone before. She pushed the questions aside to enjoy the moment. Right now, all she wanted was to stay here, cradled in his arms forever.
