Both catchers let out a sound of disappointment when the pitcher pulled out, but the disappointment was short lived. “Again,” Nanae commanded.
“I belong with you.”
Nanae, pleased with Izzy's capitulation, surged forward. Camilla, trapped against the door, gasped when Izzy slipped all the way inside her. It felt so good to be filled after all that denial. Inch by inch Izzy was filled also, the friction on both his cock and in his ass setting him up for a quick climax. Nanae set the rhythm and no one was left unsatisfied.
When they were close to finishing, Israel felt his incisors lengthen. Camilla stared at his mouth and then opened hers to reveal her sharp K-9's. Nanae instructed them, “Israel, drink from Camilla. Camilla, drink from me.” That way Israel would have both Nephilim and Sinnis essence pouring into him just as Camilla would have both her men's. They would seal this bond, close this circle with prana. Nanae straightened the arm around Israel's neck, leaving his elbow resting on the man's shoulder. Camilla angled her head, both to offer her neck to Izzy and put her face against Nanae's inner elbow.
Israel nuzzled her throat, kissing with lips and tongue, scraping gently with his dangerously sharp teeth. He did it because she wanted him to. Only when he felt the rush of her excitement around his thrusting did he penetrate her skin. He had only ever tasted Nanae's blood, so he was no expert but to him Camilla's tasted just like his maker's. Camilla poked one fang into the vein of Nanae's arm where a needle would normally go. Then she closed her lips around it and drew.
Panting, Nanae led them on a chain reaction orgasm. True to his word, Nanae was root deep inside Izzy when he came. His cock, jumping, pumping hot jiz into Israel, triggered the middle man's own pulsing dick. Camilla could feel the spurts of Izzy's seed against her cervix. As always she came when Izzy told her to, his words mumbling against her skin. The walls of her vagina clamped down on his still throbbing member. Her fluids mixed with his as she milked the last bit of seed from him.
Camilla rested her head on Israel's shoulder and Nanae wrapped his arms around them both squeezing gently. They stood pressed together, Camilla's chest to Izzy's, Nanae's chest to Izzy's back, until Israel felt a heaviness in the hollow of his throat. It quickly changed to a warmth.
Camilla laughed her tinkling laugh and dropped her legs down. She grabbed Izzy's hand and dragged him back to their bedroom to stand in front of the mirror. There they were. Both Camilla and Israel had matching birthmarks. Red glowing spots between their clavicles marked them. The necklace had sunk below the skin to find a home in their flesh. Camilla smiled at Israel in the reflection, “The birthmark wouldn't accept me alone.”
From the doorway Nanae finished his thought from before, “Camilla is my Sinnis, my woman from my mother's body. She has satisfied my hunger and banished my beast but she cannot give me all the love I need. Only you two together can do that. The stone knew that. I know that. And I am not so vain to think that I will ever be all that you or she need.”
Whether the birthmark Nanae had given Camilla split, dividing itself between Nanae's two loves or the Lilitu's body had sensed their desire for him to wear the same mark didn't matter. To Israel, both meant the same thing. He belonged with Nanae and Camilla. As long as he wore the same birthmark as she, Israel would never question his place again.
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Montana laid in his hotel room bed and stared at the television screen at the foot of his bed. The anchorman had breaking news about a massive natural gas explosion, a freak accident, that had destroyed a multi-million dollar residence in the hill country just southwest of Austin proper. There was no official report yet concerning it's residents. There was no estimate of casualties at this time. Viewers were to stay tuned to KVUE for updates on this and all their Austin news.
Montana hit the power button on the clicker and the T.V. blinked off. KVUE wouldn't have the details he needed. Montana knew the residents. He also knew it was no accident that the Paion compound had been destroyed. The Akhkharu were looking for vengeance and perhaps the DakuAhu They had gotten the first but not the second.
Montana rolled his shoulder. It was nowhere near fully healed but it was coming along nicely. The Paion had paid for his joint replacement. The surgery was arduous but successful. The rehabilitation was slow and painful. He would get better. He had to. He was now the head of his Fellowship chapter. He needed to contact the nearest living member to gain access to the transmission he knew Brian would have sent cataloging their fight.
Montana patted the white weapon laying beside him on the tacky worn bedspread. Unable to help himself, he closed his palm around the hilt that warmed and hummed with his touch. He promised it that he would learn to wield it. He would use it to remove the scourge of half-breeds from this earth.
Thank you for reading the third installment of the Sinnis Series. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please feel free to look me up on facebook (Author Natalie Gibson) and tell me what you thought. I would appreciate you leaving a review on amazon.com also. My website ishtarbooks.com should be up and running in the next couple months.
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Ishtar Rising
book 4 of the Sinnis Series
by Natalie Gibson
Chapter 1
Tara Kay was running through the woods at night and she was naked. At least she wasn't in high heels like the idiot girl in a horror movie. She felt a laugh bubbling up but she stifled the sound. The trail mix of drugs she had taken was making it hard for her to think clearly or remember what she was running from but the noises coming from behind were reason enough to keep running. The men's heavy feet and taunting words pushed her forward. The last of the branches scratched at her bare skin as she broke free and tumbled into the clearing.
Directions played on a loop in her hazy head. 'Just get to the tree. Your tree will save you. Reach your guardian and you will be safe. Just get to the tree. Your tree will save you. Reach your guardian and you will be safe.' The voice was female but it wasn't her own. She felt sure she had heard it before but it was never this clear. She tried to remember when it was; her high made it impossible to reason. She shook her head in an effort to clear her mind.
The movement disoriented her and she fell. She panted, the cold of the earth soaking in. The ground cover where she'd landed was soft but that could be her mind playing tricks on her. It felt like a patch of clover but, as cognizant as she was, she could very well be laying on a bull nettle. The voice urged her forward again, ' Just get to the tree. Your tree will save you. Reach your guardian and you will be safe.'
She could see her tree straight ahead, silhouetted against the night sky. The waxing gibbous moon, fat with light, watched it all from it's position a little to the right. With her dilated pupils, Kay could easily see her path. She'd made this same trek a thousand times but never under this level of duress.
Hearing her three pursuers break through the edge of the forest, Kay knew she had to run, but her body wouldn't respond. Ashley Stout, her on again, off again boyfriend, spotted her ultra white skin in the near full moon's light and pointed her out. His half brother, Jackie, made an obscene comment about her being face down all sprawled out, waiting for them. Will still hadn't said anything, but when she looked back, their eyes met. He was silent but hungrier for hurting her than his friends. She and Will had a history neither of the other two knew about and it included her turning him down flat.
'Hurry,' the woman said. Kay thought about just laying there and letting them catch up to her. She was rolling and tripping so hard that what they wanted to do with her might even feel good. She hadn't liked the WAY Ashley proposed it. He had given her to his half brother and friend to do with what they liked. He'd said that it was to prove that she was indeed his, for 'a man couldn't give away something that didn't belong to him, could he?'. She had bolted not then but later. She had been kissed and caressed and undresse
d by them, seemingly agreeing to the proposal. She ran because of something in Will's eyes. He was going to hurt her, not if, but when he got the chance.
Then just as Will was close enough for her to hear him panting, she was up and running. She hadn't decided to get up. The ground under her had seemed to move, heaving her up. Behind her the three cursed and fell, claiming the ground had moved on them too. Only it had worked against them, when it's motion had helped her.
Her bare feet found better traction than their booted ones. She had country feet, as she called them. They were used to the hot asphalt, sharp gravel, poking stickers, and rough sand and dirt. They were also ugly as sin, but she didn't let it bother her. She liked having contact with the earth.
The path was clear. She ran. Just two steps before she would make her leap to the lowest branch, her toe caught on a vine that she would have sworn wasn't there before. Her momentum propelled her torso forward but her foot, trapped by the vine, took her down. She had just enough time to get her hands up, but not the strength to truly catch herself. Her face hit a root poking out of the ground at the base of the tree. She saw stars. Her lips, pinched between her teeth and the hard root, were pulverized. Her mouth filled up with blood and she was certain that she would loose a tooth or two.
The blood, looking dark but without color in the night light, dripped onto the root, staining it. Thankfully Tara Kay didn't lose consciousness. She got up quickly and made the familiar journey from branch to branch until she was in her favorite place, a high fork in the massive trunk that had a dip where she fit perfectly. She straddled it and leaned her head back to rest on one side of the fork.
She didn't close her eyes and as she sat staring at the bark, the drugs in her brain tricked her eyes into seeing a face there hidden in the tree's protective covering. She leaned forward and gave the hallucinogen-made mouth a bloody kiss in thanks. The three would be rapist had reached the tree but were finding it impossible to climb. Her blood colored the imaginary lips, making them more convincing than before. Kay leaned back, stretching her arms up over her head. Green leaves tickled and caressed her back, sides, neck and arms. She imagined a wooden tongue darted out to lick off the crimson and then the face disappeared.
She stared up at the moon peeking down at her amid the branches and she enjoyed the caress of her tree. Her guardian was more alive now than ever. Drugs very rarely gave her the religious connection to nature and others that her friends reported, but something was obviously different about the cocktail she'd taken tonight. As she peaked, Tara Kay became certain that the tree, her tree, was not only alive but a thinking being. The voice she'd heard tonight and other key time in her life was the great mother earth and this tree was her son.
The ruckus below crescendoed and then tapered off as if she were being removed from it. She heard a growl and shouting. Perhaps a wild animal had scared Ashley, Jackie and Will off, but she couldn't spare a thought for them now because the dose was taking over any and all thought. The bark beneath her and the branches above her changed.
This was some hallucination and she gave herself over to it. The face was back and she was being carried by a giant man. Her thighs were on either side of him, resting on his hip bones instead of the scratchy hard plant. She crossed her ankles behind his back and eased herself down to the tip his waiting erection.
The branches she nestled in became his arms wrapped around her and the leaves his fingers on her back. His grip tightened and pulled her torso close to his. She rested her elbows on his shoulders and brushed the hair away from his face. She traced his handsome features with her fingertips. “My beautiful guardian,” she said in a lover's whisper.
He said something in a language she'd never heard and didn't understand but it ended in 'Sin-eese'. She was struck by the quality of his voice. It was pleasant but rough and unused. A rusty virtuoso of a voice he had, like Pavarotti after breaking a year long vow of silence. It was more than that, otherworldly even. It pleased her to no end. Sexy, masculine, soothing and musical: it was a proper voice for an oak tree and a magnified version of everything she preferred in a lovers voice.
Then with hand at her waist and one palming the back of her neck, he pulled her down into a kiss even as he shafted her. The kiss was something unlike any before it. Soft but firm, asking and taking, needy but confident all at the same time, he kissed like he'd been drowning and she was air. He devoured her mouth, removing any trace of blood from her collision with his root. His hungry mouth managed to distract her from the fact that she was now humping a tree in a drug induced vision. She laughed into his mouth and he swallowed that up too. She lifted herself and then lowered back down around his shaft. Sure, she'd have scratches and splinters where the sun don't shine but even that wasn't a deterrent. This was her tree come to life just as she'd always wished it would. The pull was too strong to resist; she had to be with him like this.
She rode him slowly, trying to commit so many details to memory. She needed to retain this even after the delusion ended. Kay could feel every ridge and vein in his cock, the biggest she'd ever had inside her. It stretched her canal in the most satisfying way. Her skin tingled everywhere they touched: the backs of her arms on his shoulders, her thighs on his hips, the tips of her breasts on his chest. The tingle wasn't the only thing that seemed alien to her fuzzy brain. He was hot. Seriously hot. like a person burning up with fever. His hair was unbelievably rose petal soft and looked green in the moonlight. He was at least seven and a half feet tall and built like a linebacker. His facial features were perfect and his skin was without flaw. He was covered in a vine-like tattoo with conical flowers opened and reflected in the moonlight.
But his eyes! His eyes overshadowed all the other pleasant oddities. They were practically glowing. They were like jewel cut crystals or opals, facets catching the light and reflecting it back. She could see herself in them and she studied her reflection too. She didn't see any of the imperfections that usually plagued her thoughts when she looked in a mirror. She was beautiful, leaned back rocking herself up and down. Her own hair was green and straight in a shoulder length bob. Her skin looked smooth and creamy white. She could see the blue veins and pink arteries just below the surface. She had tiny pink nipples set high on round full breasts, a narrow ribcage and hips.
With one hand he held her up, aiding her rhythm. The other slowly explored her body. He slid it over her shoulder and then up over her throat, thumbing her pulse for a moment before sliding down over the swell of her breasts, flat stomach and hip bones before coming to rest at the place where their bodies joined. The sensations were too intense and Tara Kay stopped her movements to experience them.
He put his forefinger and thumb between her outer and inner labia, slipping up and down her folds that were stretched to the max by his invading member. Each time he reached the top and his fingers met on her clit, he rolled and squeezed it. Kay let her head fall back and she closed her eyes, but she snapped to attention when his dick moved inside her.
The man hadn't moved; his hips weren't thrusting, but it was moving inside her. It was rolling, almost fingering her most sensitive interior point deep inside even as his hand toyed with her most sensitive exterior spot. Then it began to move faster and faster she had no option but to climax. It was vibrating inside her, for goddess' sakes! Wave after wave of warm pleasure washed over her and her muscles clamped down on his pulsating penis.
So quickly they barely seemed to move, he turned her and she found herself on all fours in the soft grass. He never stopped stimulating her clit but was now also pounding her pussy from behind with his magical, somehow mechanical, member. It felt so exquisitely delirious, she fisted the grass and tried to stay conscious. She felt his free hand on her shoulder, steading her for his hammering, then it slipped down to trace designs on her back.
It took a second before she remembered her tattoo and realized he was tracing the picture of her tree there. It was a massive back piece that had taken four sittings, four hours each
. It was done from a photograph her grandmother had taken of Kay on the day she was first able to climb to her favorite spot. In it Tara Kay was perched high, almost hidden by it's branches and leaves, but her face was visible as she grinned at the camera in triumph. Kay shared so many of her milestone moments with her tree and she wished it was of one of those when she was older but that had been the only photo of her in her tree ever taken.
He hunched over her and his tongue replaced his fingers. His breath was warm on her back as his moist mouth painted the picture all over again. His pumping never stopped and she felt she'd been coming for hours. He wrapped his arm around her stomach and brought his kisses up to her shoulder. Kay heard the woman's voice again. It said, 'Give him permission to take what he asks'. He nipped at the place where shoulder met neck and she angled her head away, giving him access to her throat.
Tara Kay felt a sharp pain as he bit her but it passed quickly into ecstasy. Her hallucination has taken an unexpected turn but she was willing to follow whatever path it took. It, so far, had only led to pleasure. She didn't need the woman's urging to accept what he offered her next. His arm slid up to fondle her breasts for a moment as he finished sucking at her neck. Then he wrapped his muscled arm around her shoulder and brought his own wrist back to his mouth. When he placed it in front of her face, she could see the bite mark. A few drops hit the ground before she latched on to the pricks.
She didn't have time to wonder where the pillow below her came from. She took her first draw from his open vein and his cock jerked inside her. His heartbeat pumped blood into her mouth even as his orgasm spurted cum against her cervix. She lost all concept of time and space and all thoughts of reality vs dream. She swallowed his essence gulp by gulp and as the darkness took her, she heard the woman's voice again.
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