Ain't Your Bitch (Interracial Urban Erotica)

by Asia Marquis

  He takes his hand away and I hear him fumbling with his pants and belt, and in an instant he's pushing himself into me. I look up to see the air hostess is watching us, a hand down her skirt. Being viewed while being fucked is super hot.

  I moan, and he answers with a grunt and a deep thrust. The plane begins to descend and makes my heart flutter, and right then Fox cums within me. I cum with him, gasping and moaning as I do. My cunt milks his cock of every last drop of his cum.

  He pulls out. I turn around, looking for my clothes, but they have been replaced with a black dress. Fox hands me a towel.

  “Clean yourself up. I'm going to show you my house.”

  The house is a mansion, but it's not gigantic. It's tastefully decorated, with more of a zen feel than anything else. Most of the walls are bare and few of the surfaces are covered.

  I'm given a quick tour of the outside gardens before I'm ushered inside. Fox slaps my ass as I go through the back door. I answer with a yelp and a giggle.

  Inside, I find another man. He's handsome and sharp looking, younger than Fox. He's taller, too, with a round German jaw. His brown hair is cut short, like he's in the military. Or was.

  “This, my dear, is my opponent in this year's election. And with the help of your cunt, he's willing to throw the race for me. Of course, I had to pay him quite a bit as well, but when I told him I had found the best cunt in the world... well, he had to have a taste.”

  “She looks as intoxicating as your said, Fox.” The man's eyes gleam. “If she feels as you said, then we'll have a deal.”

  “Well, have at her, Eric,” Fox answers lazily.

  The man picks up scissors from the table where he was standing and comes towards me.

  “Hey! What are you doing?”

  I back away until I bump into the wall. Squeezing my eyes shut, I whimper. I hear a snip, snip, and my dress falls to the ground. Brand new. I didn't even get to wear it for an hour.

  Then the same happens to my bra, and my panties. Eric's hand presses against my head and pushes me down. I look up at him. He seems to expect something from me. I improvise. Taking his pants in my hand, I pull them down. His boxers, too. He smells good, like aftershave. And his pubic hair is neatly trimmed.

  He presses my head towards his already stiff cock. He discovers quickly that I have no gag reflex, which makes him grunt his approval. I suck on his length with varying strength, licking his shaft too. His balls, big and heavy, slap against my chin slightly each time he pushes himself into my mouth.

  “Fuck, I'm going to cum soon.”

  “What? But you haven't even fucked her yet.” Fox pulls Eric away from me. A bit of spit connects me to his cock until it's stretched too far. I pout up at the two older men. “Stand up.”

  I can't disobey Fox, of course. So I stand up, avoiding eye contact. I stare at the floor, instead, my large breasts in my view. My nipples are stiff.

  With a quick motion, Eric swings my feet away from the floor and holds me in his arms! I expected him to be strong, but I am kind of large. It's a surprise to be suddenly in his arms. My stomach flutters and my breath catches in my throat.

  “Bedroom,” Eric grunts. Fox leads the way, up a set of stairs. A door is opened and I am thrown roughly onto Fox's large bed.

  Eric's hands grab a handful of my breasts, kneading them. He's rough with me. Tweaking my nipples between his fingers, I arch my back in response.

  God. He knows all the right ways to touch me.

  Eric's mouth latches onto my breast. His tongue dances against my skin, teasing my nipple with its rough but wet surface. With his lips gently pressing into my breast with each suckle of his mouth, he makes me squirm under him. His tongue lashes at the most sensitive part of my tit.

  Small pseudo-orgasms start to ripple through my body. His hand presses against my other breast, pulling at the nipple. His teeth graze my skin, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. I gasp.

  The bed moves. Looking down, I see that Fox is joining us on the bed, his eyes wild with lust. His hand runs up my thigh. Eric crawls closer to me, between my legs while spreading my knees. He has a perfect view of my pussy.

  Pulling them apart with two fingers, Eric blows softly against my clit. I lay my head back down. This feels so good. Fox kisses my breasts while Eric pays attention to my pussy more. They're both using my body for their pleasure.

  One of Eric's soft fingers runs down the velvety inside of my pussy lips. He strokes each side, gently. Then he presses ever so softly against my sensitive nub. With his fingers swirling and alternating pressure, I moan and squirm.

  He suddenly buries his face in my cunt. Tossing my legs over his shoulders, he dives in and sucks my clit into his mouth. His lips knead my clitoris.

  I try to sit up, shocked by the sudden sensations, but Fox holds me down. With each movement of his tongue, Eric sends me into throbbing, moaning ecstasy. Sitting up a bit, he pulls me up with him. My back is almost completely off the bed as he eats me out, his tongue darting in and out of my hole when it isn't pressed hard against my clit.

  Running his nails up the back of my thighs, I feel my skin raise with goosebumps and a shiver works its way down my spine. Eric pulls away for a moment. Panicked and full of hungry desire, I cross my legs around him, trying to hold him close to me, to pull him in closer still. He's too strong for me.

  Fox's mouth now moves to my other breast, his tongue working its way over my large nipples. His saliva slides down my breast. He sucks on me and gently tickles my stomach with light strokes.

  Unable to hold back my passion, I bellow, “Fuck me!” Fox growls. The sound resonates through my entire body. Eric pulls my pussy back onto his mouth. He sucks on my pussy lips roughly, drinking in my girly juices as I twitch and spasm against him. His tongue flicks into my hole while his nose is nestled against my clit.

  He flexes his tongue so that it's harder, pressing it into my sensitive nub while his strong hands grip my ass. The mixed sensation of Fox pulling and biting my nipples while Eric orally fucks me is proving to be too much now. As the small orgasms subside, a larger one is growing.

  My moaning grows louder, more high pitched as I lose all control over my body. My juices spill over Eric's face as wave after wave of orgasm forces itself on me. Stars burst in my eyes, before finally I come down from my orgasm. My breathing slows. It's only then that I realize Eric has let me back down on the bed. Eric and Fox are both preparing to fuck me.

  I watch with growing hunger as these two men toss their clothes to the side, their old but strong bodies on display for me.

  They unleash their cocks. Comparing them next to each other, I stifle a giggle. Eric's cock is slightly bigger around, but Fox? Fox's cock is long. I remember how it felt having that monster in me. I'm practically salivating at the thought of having it again.

  “Are you ready for more?” Eric asks.

  I nod excitedly, a grin forming on my face. “Yes! Please, take me!” I say, half moaning at the thought of being used by both men at once. Fox climbs onto the bed again, crawling over to me. His hairy chest glistens with sweat. He straddles my chest before lowering his prick into my mouth.

  Fox is positioned perfectly for me to be throat fucked. As he slips down my throat, he humps himself against my face. His pubic hair brushes against my nose.

  Eric rubs his prick against my slit. My juices coat his soft skin, slicking his shaft up. He'll slide into me easily. Or maybe not, considering his girth.

  As he pierces through the veil of my pussy lips, Fox forces his cock even deeper down my throat. He only barely thinks now and then to let me catch a breath, but it's often enough. Eric's huge cock humps into me, the upward curve of his manhood making his cock head rub up against a very pleasurable spot.

  Fox continues to hump my face, his balls slapping my chin. I'm coming closer to another orgasm. Eric suddenly pulls out, spraying his cum on my abdomen. I moan in disapproval.

  “Why are you wimpering?” Fox asks, pulling hims
elf out of my mouth. He's out of breath as he flops onto the bed for a moment. I watch his chest rise and fall.

  “I didn't get to cum!” I pout.

  “Sure you did. And you will again soon. Eric, I'm sure you can see yourself out.”

  Eric nods his head and makes his leave as Fox stands up. He goes between my legs and pulls me down to the edge of the bed. “Now it's my turn to have you. You'll be pregnant with my cub in no time.”

  I take a deep breath, looking up into his dark eyes before nodding my head. He pushes some hair off of my forehead and kisses my nose before pushing his hard cock into me.

  His penis is engulfed by my warm, moist flesh. At first I lay still, letting him slowly rock into and out of me, but then I start to ride him. With my ass wiggling, we both pick up speed, driving ourselves to orgasm.

  And when he cums in me, it's as wonderful as the first time. Orgasmic, but in a different way. It's hot and powerful, but sort of spiritual. It's hard to explain how wonderful it feels to have Fox's magic cum deep within me. It feel sloppy, but I like it. I hold onto Fox, holding him close as he grunts with his orgasm.

  He pulls away, and he gets dressed.

  “I suggest you get dressed,” he says.

  “Are you making me go back to the cave?”

  He looks at me, his eyes tired and bored of me. These are the eyes of a ruthless politician. The warmth of our orgasm washes away with a cold feeling.

  “Yes, of course I am. But once you've given a cub to each of us, you're free to leave and go back to your life. If you even remember that. I know we can cause amnesia.”

  My stomach is swelling, but something feels wrong. I wince. “And, if I choose not to go back? If I choose to stay with one of you?” I feel a twinge in my stomach.

  “Then you can stay. None of the others have, though.” He puts his coat on, and then lays an envelope on the bed. “Get dressed, then go to the driver downstairs. He'll help you back to the cave. I'll see you soon.”

  He leaves me alone with the pain of rejection. But that isn't the only pain. The swelling in my belly has stopped, and I fear for my cub's life.

  WITCHCRAFT

  Paranormal Royalty Romance

  Wren Winter

  Chapter One

  Terra-Catrice Neithercutt rifled through the papers she had looked through over and over again during her childhood. She preferred to be called Terra, just as her twin sister preferred to be called Helina instead of Helina-Catherine Neithercutt. The names weren't offensive to them, simply “too much for pretty mouths” as their adoptive father said when they were young.

  Terra, unlike her sister, was adventurous and brash. The sisters both had a fire in them, but while Helina preferred to be at Court, surrounded by politics and eligible bachelors, Terra detested the Court. She had spent her life consumed by only one interest: her mother, and the disappearance of both of her parents.

  Her mother, Anai Neithercutt, was the last really powerful witch, and still the reigning Witch Queen despite her absence, ageless and beautiful as the fairy tales go. The photos of Anai that hanged from the wall of her room attested to her beauty. Her diaries gave glimpses into who she was, when she wasn't on the throne. What kind of person she was.

  While she was a woman, who loved her husband and her nation, she was also powerful.

  She was the last High Witch, capable of stopping the war that was coming, the war between witches and vampires. So far, the war had been cold, fought only by spies and propaganda. Signs, dreams, and tarot readings told Terra that the uneasy cold war would soon turn very hot.

  That was why Terra was so intent on finding her mother. That was why finding her father didn't matter as much. The rumors were that he was weak, and only became king because Queen Anai truly loved him.

  So she needed her mother, the last witch capable of killing vampires. The Slaughterer, as she was known by the enemy. The Savior, as she was known by the witches.

  “Crap,” Terra complained, throwing papers off of her desk and onto the ground. They flitted back up to the desk and organized themselves in an orderly fashion. “Come on… Aha!”

  She held up the one paper she had been looking for, a diary entry with a name. Enot Craetr, Anai's closest adviser and a dear friend.

  Anai went missing before Terra and Helina were born. All of witchdom assumed the twins were lost, as well, until they showed up on the doorway of a fop, Anoud, who had once been a dear friend to Anai and her husband, Orussus. Unmarried and dreadfully unaware of how to care for children, he nonetheless tried and managed to raise them both to be respectable members of society.

  One could imagine his reaction when Terra refused a marriage proposal and immediately left Anoud's home, paying for her own apartment and rarely seeing the man or her sister.

  It wasn't pretty. There were many tears, even in Terra's eyes. She tried, from then on, to avoid Anoud. It hurt to see her adoptive father suffering.

  Terra and Helina were two halves, split evenly from their mother. Both as wild as she was, but neither were quite whole. Helina found happiness in trying to become queen, to fill her mother's shoes.

  Terra? Terra wasn't sure if she'd ever find happiness. All she had was purpose.

  With the name of her target, she gathered up her bag and stepped out of her old room, the one that Anoud had furnished lovingly and with much money. He kept the room clean for her, but it was otherwise untouched from when she left. It was because he was hoping, even still, for her to return home.

  “Ahem,” came a voice from behind her. She stopped and grimaced. “Thought you could dash in and out of my house without even saying hello?”

  She turned to face Anoud. Though he was old, he was still unmarried and still very much a fop. Anoud was handsome, though in a garish sort of way. He liked colors, the brighter the better, and fashion was his true passion. He crossed his arms to seem stern and punishing, but she had never feared the man. Often, she found him rather pathetic, though she loved him as if he were her father.

  “Sorry, Anoud.” She hung her head in shame.

  He softened, opening his arms for an embrace she could not avoid. “Oh, I forgive you! Of course I do! I'm glad to see you, and I wish you would come by more often.”

  “Sorry.” He was holding her so tightly, nearly crushing her.

  “Your sister misses you too, in her way. She's so sore with you still for refusing that marriage proposal. Well, maybe she's mad that you got the first proposal though you're younger.”

  She was only younger by twenty minutes, according to her horoscope. “Sorry.”

  “We're having dinner next week with some fine gentlemen! Would you care to join us?” That meant she had another marriage proposal, in spite of being away from court for a long time. Another man for her to turn down. Another reason for her sister to refuse to speak with her.

  “Sorry, Anoud, I'm really busy. I'll come by soon for a longer talk! Bye bye!” She waved as she walked so fast it was almost a jog away from him. He had a confused and disappointed look on his face when she looked back before leaving the house.

  Once the door was closed, she leaned against it and sighed. Marriage would be nice, one day.

  Not today. Not when there was a war that needed to end.

  Terra's apartment was small, but that was how she preferred it. Small apartments were easy to ward against intruders and spies, and as a princess and the daughter of Anai, spying was a real possibility. Plus, it was just easier to keep clean.

  The vampires didn't have much going for them, as far as magical ability. Over the years, most had become not much more than stronger humans that drank blood. There were few families who kept their powers of seduction and shapeshifting.

  Some kept their mind reading. Few had all of their gifts, still, though the royalty still had much more power than even the strongest witches had. Aside from Queen Anai, at least.

  Many of the vampires had gone insane, or feral, either from hunger or old age. None, however, could stil
l contact their gods, and for that all witches could be thankful. For their gods were full of wrath and destruction, and saw the vampires as the true rulers of Europe.

  Their lack of magic didn't make them weak enemies, however. While those with weaker vampire lineages were able to walk in the sun, the race itself had spent millenia in the dark. They trained in subterfuge and their schools still taught how to mix poisons and where to find the ingredients for them. There had been more than one witch monarch poisoned by a vampire. There had been at least five attempts against Queen Anai, before she disappeared.

  Terra flung her bag onto her old, dusty couch and sat on a mat made of synthetic materials. The fake materials left the mat a spiritually neutral place to meditate and do dreamwork, since it couldn't hold memories or be possessed.

  With her legs crossed and her eyes closed, she willed herself into the deep darkness of her dreams. She chanted the name of her target over and over again in her head.

  Enot Craetr. Enot Craetr. Enot Craetr. Enot Craetr. Enot Craetr.

  Each intonation of his name drew her deeper into her dreams. Her eyes saw blackness, then red, yellow, green. She fell through each color of the rainbow, until she finally reached The Fates. The Fates were a barren land where the future could be seen in the stars, and few could reach them without the use of psychoactive drugs, which were heavily regulated to all but the priesthood.

  “I'm looking for Enot Craetr,” she said, looking to the skies. For a moment, nothing happened. All was silent, the only sound was her foot tapping against one of the knives on the ground. Then, suddenly, the stars shifted, the fog of space moved, until a sort of map with dotted lines formed. There, a house. Surrounded by nothing. In the countryside?

  Terra looked for a landmark near it, something to tell her where the house was in relation to her. A familiar building or statue. She scanned each star, until she noticed the brightest one planted exactly where Mindren Manor was. Anoud took Terra and her sister there many times, and she knew that the formation of the stars in the sky was exactly how they would form for that manor. Special landmarks had unchanging constellations.