by Ivy Barrett
Icy fear swept away the pleasure moments before it burst within her. She hissed out a breath and tossed her head. Would this never end?
Matt didn’t stop. His mouth moved against her, his tongue circling her clit. She tugged against his hold, more humiliated than afraid. “It won’t work.”
Ignoring her whispered protest, he thrust his fingers into her pussy. He lashed her clit with his tongue and flexed his arms, shifting her legs to his shoulders. Cream flowed through her passage, allowing his fingers to slide freely. She tightened her inner muscles as he pulled out and relaxed as he thrust in. Each stroke of his tongue hurled sparks of pleasure up through her body.
Close, so close.
Images flared, echoes and memories. With a cry of helpless frustration, she felt the tension bleed from her body again. She turned her head to the side and clenched her teeth. It was no use. She was broken, damaged, useless…
Without warning, he pushed to his knees and flipped her onto her stomach, then drew her hips up until her ass was in the air. She gasped, twisting her neck so she could see him. “What are you—”
His hand connected with her bare bottom, abruptly halting her words. He delivered six fast swats, alternating sides. She tensed, shocked and humiliated by the sudden aggression. Heat spread across her defenseless ass, but her mind filled with images of Kapali and Baylott. She saw the high priest’s hand firmly punishing his lover, saw the rapture in Baylott’s expression as Kapali finger-fucked his ass.
Matt rubbed her burning cheeks, spreading the heat and reigniting the sting. “Do you know why I spanked you?”
“No,” she whispered, trying to rid her mind of the unwanted images.
“I interrupted the cycle, distracted your mind with unexpected sensations.” His fingers traced her crack, his touch teasing and light. Then he pushed between her thighs, sliding easily toward her core. “Is this wetness from before, or did you enjoy the spanking?”
“It’s from before,” she answered immediately, willing the words to be true.
He spanked her again, much harder this time. She yelped and gasped, instinctively moving her hips in an attempt to avoid the hurtful slaps.
“Be still.” An especially hard swat accented the command. “You are not in control. For tonight, your body belongs to me.” As if to illustrate his claim, he spread her legs with his knees, then spanked her pussy just hard enough to make her gasp. “Say ‘yes, Sir’ if you understand.” He paused, clearly waiting for her response.
“I don’t think this will—”
He spanked one side and then the other, moving his hand back and forth until her ass was on fire and her core felt tight and needful. “You will not think. You will obey. Is that clear?”
“Yes, Sir.” It felt strange to surrender, to trust anyone, especially a man.
“Then turn over and open yourself for me.”
Slowly, awkwardly, she rolled to her back and drew her legs up. Then she opened her thighs, offering him her pussy. The cool bedding felt nice against her sensitized skin, but his gaze seared her as he looked at her sex.
“Your pussy is mine. Say it.”
She trembled, not quite sure why she was allowing this. “My pussy is yours.” The words felt right somehow, sent a strange peace undulating through her mind and body. She couldn’t explain why, but the more aggressive he became, the more secure she felt.
He caught the underside of her knees and spread her wider, angling her pelvis for a more intimate invasion. “Like this. Hold yourself open, like this.”
Her hands replaced his, freeing his to touch her. He didn’t caress, didn’t soothe. They were beyond tenderness. Their gazes locked as he pushed two fingers deep into her cunt. “Mine.” He moved his hand fast and hard, fucking her with his fingers.
She could do nothing but take him, submit to his penetration and the intensity of his gaze. Then suddenly he drew his fingers out and drilled into her with his tongue. The movement was so demanding, so possessive, she whimpered. She could still see his face, and his expression was every bit as savage as his actions.
“Keep your eyes open.” His lips moved against her sex as he made the demand.
His gaze bore into hers as he fucked her with his tongue. Her inner muscles contracted and her clit throbbed. Yes! The tingling pressure began to build again. In and out, in and out his tongue disappeared into her body then emerged coated with her response.
He grasped her hips, pulling her up off the bed as his mouth grew more aggressive. Suspended from him and controlled by him, she was left with no option but complete surrender. Anxiety crept in around her and he caught her clit between his lips, sucking on the sensitive bud until a red haze floated before her eyes.
Holding her steady, he began a rhythmic combination. He pushed into her cunt with his tongue then flicked across her clit. Flick, thrust, flick, thrust, over and over.
She tossed her head, lost in the sensual onslaught. He drove her beyond thought, beyond worry, beyond fear. She screamed and panted then screamed again.
Sensations blasted up through her then tumbled down, releasing a reservoir of suppressed emotion. Tears trailed from the corner of her eyes while her body shook. Hard convulsive bursts gave way to undulating swells. His mouth gentled, caressing her with slow, tender strokes. He finally lowered her hips to the bed and kissed his way up her body.
The sexual haze receded and Matt came back into focus. He stretched out on his side and slipped one arm beneath her neck. His other hand brushed along her hairline, wiping away the last of her tears. Desire smoldered in his eyes, yet his touch was soothing, his smile patient and pleased.
“Are you all right?”
It was a foolish question. He had to know she’d just had the most amazing orgasm of her life. She felt alive and happy and…ravenous for more. She wanted to experience all of the pleasures she’d watched others enjoy. She wanted to wrap her legs around his lean hips and feel that massive cock filling her until she screamed with pleasure. “I’ve never been better.” She rolled onto her side and pressed her body against his. Rocking her hips against his, she confirmed her suspicion that he was still hard. “When do I get to return the favor?”
* * * * *
A sharp rapping drew Drey Fon’s attention to the door of his secret cottage. He carefully draped a cloth over the ancient scroll before stepping away from his worktable. Had hunters stumbled upon his hideout, and if so, were they Wikoli or Perrlain? He’d put out the fire shortly after Ratauni transformed. Lamplight or lingering smoke must have alerted someone to his presence.
He crept toward the door, whishing he could see through the barrier. “What do you want?” he called out.
“I believe I recovered something that belongs to you.”
The male voice was familiar, yet he couldn’t identify the speaker. “Just leave it by the door.”
“I’m not sure it would stay.”
He closed his eyes for a moment, lifting his lids as he pulled the door open just wide enough to see into the darkness. His eyes adjusted, yet the hooded figure remained in shadow. The visitor raised his arms and Drey Fon’s heart lurched within his chest. Draped across the stranger’s hands lay a large hawk, the neck lolling at an unnatural angle.
“What have you done?” he cried, taking the bird from the stranger’s outstretched hands.
“I found her like that. Was I wrong to bring her to you?”
Drey Fon rushed into the cottage and the stranger followed him, barring the door once they were inside. “Lower your hood.” Drey Fon knelt beside the fire pit and carefully arranged the bird on the hard-packed dirt. “What makes you think this bird belongs to me?”
The stranger raised his hands and lowered the wide hood to his shoulders. Drey Fon fought to maintain an expressionless mask while dread and anticipation twisted within him. What was Kapali doing here?
“I recognized your scent on Serena the night of her ascension. I know you’re the renegade.”
“Why tell me? I
f you’re so certain, why didn’t you expose me to your elders or at least alert the others in your Order?” Drey Fon reignited the flames with a mental command.
“What makes you think I haven’t? Members of my Order could be surrounding this cottage even now.”
“I would sense such an intrusion. The Perrlain are not the only ones capable of casting protection spells.”
“You didn’t sense me.” Kapali crossed the cottage, his steps stiff and hesitant despite his brave words.
“If I sensed no impending peril, you are no danger to me. Why are you here?”
“Your illusions are flawless, but they are only illusions. That creature is not of this world. How did she come to be here? How far have your powers progressed?”
Drey Fon recognized the hunger in Kapali’s expression. This was far more than casual curiosity. Kapali was restless and discontent. Still, he was the Perrlain high priest. Shame and obligation could be powerful motivators. It would be foolish to reveal too much too soon.
“Thank you for returning my pet. You may go now.”
Kapali grasped his upper arm, bending down as he snapped, “She is no pet and her life force is nearly gone. Can you save her or not?”
Jerking his arm free of Kapali’s grasp, Drey Fon extended his hands. “I sense no life force left in her. Can you still sense her being?”
“Move aside.”
When he didn’t immediately comply, Kapali shoved him out of the way. Fascinated, Drey Fon watched the high priest. Demonic energy still pulsed through the hawk. Ratauni was in no danger. All Drey Fon had to do was saturate her with Wikoli energy and she’d return to her humanoid form. Could Kapali transform her? Would she respond to Perrlain energy when a Wikoli had summoned her?
Kapali chanted softly, his hands hovering over the bird. “I can sense her being.” He gasped. “She is ravenous. Transform her.”
Drey Fon pushed to his feet and snatched some firmine salve off a nearby shelf. Encased in a length of malignari intestine, the oily paste was most commonly used to protect wounds from infection. It also made a fabulous lubricant. “She responds best to sexual energy. I suggest you feed her.”
“But how…” Kapali made a helpless gesture toward the bird.
“You’ll think of something.”
With defiance blazing in his eyes, Kapali unfastened his robe and spread his thighs. He coated his palm with the firmine salve then took his cock in hand.
Drey Fon watched every move, reveling in his enemy’s humiliation. “Why are you here?” Facing Kapali across the fire pit, Drey Fon eased into his mind. His mental shields were strong. Drey Fon pushed harder.
“I might be interested in an alliance.” His hand slid up and down his thick shaft, his thumb curving across the tip at the end of each stroke.
“What can you offer that I cannot take?”
“Serena.” He paused and looked into Drey Fon’s eyes. “She is your ultimate goal, isn’t she?”
In an instant blur of motion, Drey Fon stood beside the priest, his hand grasping the back of his hair. “You stole her virginity from me! I should kill you for that alone.”
“I’ll lower my shields and allow you to share the memory. You can feel her tear beneath your first thrust and surround you with her hot pussy.”
Drey Fon growled, infuriated by the temptation. “I should not have to share a memory. I was meant to be her first and only lover. She was conceived to unite our tribes.”
“Then Gyan was her father. Even Naneka was never sure.”
He didn’t dignify the speculation with a reaction. What Naneka knew or thought she knew was irrelevant. Gyan was dead and his mantle had passed to Drey Fon.
“Any move you make against Serena will brand you a traitor. You’ll be cast out by the Perrlain and mistrusted by the Wikoli. Am I supposed to believe you’re prepared to make such a sacrifice?”
“I know you’re influencing one or both her guards. I suspect your success has been hampered by our protection spells.”
“You are not solely responsible for those spells.”
“No, but I can counteract them. I can give you full access to her guards and increase your influence over Serena herself. Because I am not solely responsible for the spells, no one will know how they failed to protect our precious Serena.”
Drey Fon thought about the offer. It made sense. Kapali could stand back and wring his hands, bemoaning poor Serena’s fate. No one would suspect his role in the outcome. “Feed my bird. I want to watch your face twist in horror as she transforms.”
Kapali’s hand resumed its steady pumping. “Is she that grotesque?”
“You will see for yourself as soon as you come.” He released the high priest’s hair. Perhaps he should scan Kapali’s memory. Serena’s virginity could never be restored. Reliving the event was better than… No! Memory melds were interactive. Kapali would have access to his mind for the entire time he was experiencing the memory. “Faster. You’re barely hard.”
“This is unnerving. I’ve never performed well on command.”
“You performed just fine the night of Serena’s ascension. You shuddered and complained while you violated my mate!”
Kapali stopped again. “You left me no choice. If I hadn’t completed her awakening, her gift would have slipped away. Serena is beautiful, yes, but I presume you are also interested in the power she possesses.”
Drey Fon glared at Kapali. “My interests are none of your business. What do you want in exchange for Serena?”
“I know what it’s like to long for someone you can’t have.” Kapali shifted his position slightly and continued stimulating himself. He used both hands now, pulling down on his balls before sliding his fist with punishing speed.
“How will an alliance with me help you secure this reluctant lover?”
“I know you can influence minds and create emotions.”
His compulsions were undependable. Ratauni was the one who could bend others to her will. Still, Kapali didn’t need to know the specifics. “Who would you influence if I taught you the spell?”
“You get the object of your obsession and I get mine. That’s all you need to know.”
Drey Fon watched Kapali’s cock harden and his features tense. Thinking about his reluctant lover was far more arousing than his own touch. “I want to know. Tell me or there will be no alliance.”
The priest growled in exasperation and braced his hands on his thighs. “I need to concentrate. Do you want your pet to die?”
“My pet is in no danger. I can transform her with relative ease. I’m just curious to see if she will respond to Perrlain energy.”
“This is an experiment?” He slapped the sides of his robe together and started to rise.
“If you get up, it will end our negotiation.”
“This isn’t a negotiation. You’re amusing yourself at my expense.”
Drey Fon shrugged. “You can make my ultimate goal much easier, I admit. But I have no doubt I can succeed, even if they find your lifeless body in the jungle.”
“Now you resort to threats?”
“You sealed your fate when you admitted you know I’m the renegade. You either work for me or you die.”
With his chest heaving and fury blazing from his eyes, Kapali parted his robe and reached for his cock. “Which dimension did you access, and what abilities did this creature bring with her?”
“You can ask her as soon as she transforms. Now tell me about your obsession. It’s another man, I presume.” He clasped his hands behind his back and thought about Serena’s ascension. Ratauni had shielded him from the Perrlain until the ritual was complete. They’d never even left the clearing. “Are you still lusting after Baylott?” Kapali’s gaze flew to his and Drey Fon laughed. “That’s pathetic. Baylott fucks anything that moves. Why would you waste your time—”
“He’s changed. Ever since Lutton took Baylott to his bed, they have only shared pleasure with each other. Baylott always claimed that he would nev
er be happy with one person, that his body demanded variety.”
“And while he buried his cock in any convenient hole, you didn’t feel cheated.”
“He lied.” Kapali closed his eyes and rocked his hips. A bead of moisture formed on the tip of his cock. “He can dedicate himself to one lover.”
“Just not you.”
Come streamed from Kapali’s cock, splashing on and around the bird. Blue light flashed through the feathers, brightest at each point of contact. Vibrations passed through the hawk. The neck straightened and the wings extended.
Kapali watched the transformation through wide, frightened eyes. Drey Fon was as intrigued by the priest’s reaction as he was by the familiar shift. Energy gathered, sweeping from the bird’s talons to her beak. The hawk disintegrated in a wave of sparkling light. Long supple legs framed the fire pit, spread wide as the blaze licked her pussy. She arched her back and clawed the dirt floor, arms spread out to each side of her body.
“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me now!”
Drey Fon laughed at Kapali’s startled gasp.
“She looks just like Serena.”
“I trapped her in this form during the summoning.” He grabbed her ankle and pulled her clear of the flames. “If you want more, fire whore, you’re going to have to suck me.” She didn’t hesitate. Rolling to her side, she got her legs beneath her and licked her lips.
“Is she always this demanding?”
She spread the lower half of Drey Fon’s robe and sucked his shaft into her mouth. “You have no idea.” He groaned as her hot, wet lips and swirling tongue went to work on his burgeoning cock.
It was a dangerous cycle. The stronger she grew, the more he lusted, which made her more powerful. Kapali trembled, obviously feeling the sexual compulsion as well. Sweat dotted his brow and his cock hardened with preternatural speed. He cried out, grasping the swollen appendage with both hands.
“Did you do this or did she?” Kapali’s tone was hoarse and disbelieving.
“She has a way of getting exactly what she wants.” Drey Fon took her face between his hands and thrust faster. Ratauni wiggled her ass, needful whimpers escaping around his shaft. “The pressure will increase until you’re in agony. I’d make use of that fine white ass if I were you.”
