by Mima
She shrieked with the burn as he clamped her nipples at the same time, then her breasts came alive with the sensation of faint, shivering pleasure as his nails dragged across their slopes. The clawed alien hands doing a knifedance over her belly and breasts mesmerized her eyes, as his mouth pulled at her blood in a burning suction. Rylan’s Beast was claiming her and she'd never been more free. The suction at her throat twisted her belly, making it feel empty.
Then his hands pulled away, and he was shoving her shoulders down. She accepted the submission easily. It was Rylan. His thighs moved to the inside of hers, and his cock was pressing, pressing, probing, trying to gain access to a channel swelled too small for it.
She braced herself with arms outstretched against the base of the wall around them for leverage and he finally burrowed in using short digs, his nails ripping into the skin at her hips as he roared in triumph. For one moment he held himself poised with his groin pressed tight and his cock thick satisfaction deep inside her. She moaned, feeling her clit swell. Then he went wild. The light flared white instantly as he began to pummel her in a rhythm that was more of a deep desperate grind than true thrusts.
KarRa screamed again as a firemage's heat erupted against her hips beneath his hands, and she thought she heard Grif cry out as well. For one eternal dizzying second she was a length of aching steel sheathed in soft, warm, wetness, a core of pleasure coiled tight at the base of her spine. She heard the whisper of a forest around her. Ghostly feathers brushed her deep inside. Then all was lost to her as every muscle in her body tightened and twisted and held, held, held, then sprung apart in a screaming wash of blue heat.
When she awoke, she was raw with overexposed nerves, yet utterly lax in more pleasure than she'd ever dreamed. She was on her back, her arms outspread, and the light seemed glaringly, embarrassingly bright. She could feel every hair of the furs beneath her, and her hips ached. A mage bent over Merk, collapsed and fallen half into the circle, shouting at him. Another was shouting at Xu to “open the damn door” somewhere out of sight, and Grif was repeating a grated steady roll of words, “Come to me. Come to me now. Now Rylan. Kneel at my side.”
Rylan was crouched between KarRa's legs, and when she glanced at him she saw he'd gone to full battleform, the most extreme she’d ever seen him. If she didn’t feel his soul so completely inside her, she would have thought he was something out of a nightmare.
His mouth was now protruding like a snout, the nose flattened and the lips longer to accommodate the fused teeth that appeared beak-like beneath his lips. His black claws were the curling talons of an Owl, two of his fingers fused so that his hands resembled the Owl physiology. His neck was as thick as his head, and his shoulders hunched and bulged. He was licking and sucking between KarRa's legs, along her hips, which seemed awash in blood, and occasionally leaned up and swiped at the fine bloody lines that decorated her chest. He was continuously growling low and menacingly in his throat. He utterly ignored Grif.
KarRa moaned at the feeling of his tongue, seemingly twice as long, firmly pressing up the length of her folds. She lifted her hips in response to his seeking tongue, encouraging it to go deeper.
Grif barked, “She's awake.”
One of the men shouted, “By the Flame, KarRa, don't move! Can you try to rouse Merk with your magepath? He has to be the one to open the door!”
Her breath hissed in at the sting of the sweep of Rylan's tongue over a particularly deep puncture at her hip and she closed her eyes. Grif resumed his steady commands, trying to connect with Rylan's Beast.
KarRa tried to go to her mists, but felt utterly lost. She couldn't focus. She was a melted puddle of pleasure and simply couldn't summon any distress at the situation. She tried a mental call, imagining a pale magepath to Merk. She let the thrill of the feeling of Rylan's beak drag over her stomach add to the push.
At once Merk sat up, coughing and choking, rolling away from the circle. KarRa moaned when Rylan returned to her cunt, his tongue swirling and curling through her sopping curls, grunting with pleasure. She could feel his fearsome claws along her inner thighs. The other mage was cursing the elements steadily and finally both mages managed to pull Merk to his feet.
Merk croaked weakly, “Now.”
All three intoned, “Rylan is claimed by KarRa. KarRa is claimed by Rylan.”
“The Owl sees! She’s yours Rylan. Come to me and let her be healed!” Grif barked out. There was a moment of silence as Grif's angry voice and Rylan's growls ceased at once. KarRa couldn’t contain her mewl at the loss of sensation against her raw center. It seemed to echo over the men’s harsh breathing.
Then Rylan slowly rose from his crouch between her legs, climbed out of the pit, and went to lean against Grif's legs, looking up at him and panting like a chastised monster puppy. Grif stared down, holding Rylan’s mage green eyes with his own, sweat rolling down the side of his face as the men went to the door and helped Merk roll it open.
Xu was in the pit in one bound, his hands lying on the punctured, scorched flesh at KarRa's hips. KarRa hissed as the pain snapped through her briefly before Xu banished it. She heard Rylan give a choked cry. She rolled her head to the side to see that he had returned to human form, but had hidden his face behind Grif's leg.
“Oh Elements! Oh KarRa!”
She heard the horror in his voice, felt his self-hate, and gasped out, “Rylan! I'll be fine! Rylan don't think that! I need you.”
Grif leaned down, his hand a benediction on Rylan's shoulder, “Go to her.”
He crawled forward, no longer a sexual predator, but a shivering, shocked man. He went to her, his eyes wet as they swept her scratches, the bloody bite at her neck.
“KarRa, KarRa, KarRa,” her name was a desperate chant.
He lifted her shoulders gently to cradle her head in his lap as Xu's hands moved slowly over her body, his fingers flowing through her hair over and over, just as soothing as the healer's. She wasn't aware of when the men left, but finally Xu spoke.
“KarRa, your most serious wounds were at your neck and hips. All your lacerations are closed, and the burns at your hips are healed, but may still be tender. I'll come by later tonight to check you.”
He looked at Rylan and ordered harshly, “Young man.” Rylan looked at him in dread. “Get that look off your face. You're thinking like a human. Your Owl has claimed a mate. No woman has ever been killed during a mating. It would be against our nature, and the Owl’s purpose. You are soulmates. Look to your bond.”
Rylan closed his eyes and KarRa sensed his clammy sweat of fear ease, felt her hair beneath his hands, and the love swell in his heart at her bravery. And Rylan was inside her, feeling her satiation, her lingering pleasure, and her utter acceptance at the minor damage he'd dealt her.
He bent over her, kissing her frantically, their mouths feeling odd coming together upside down. He tasted like blood. It sent a shiver of excitement through her.
When he finally rose back up, all the men were gone, and the lights were once more a faint golden glow. He gently urged KarRa to the side and took up the bloody fur under her and tossed it away. There were plenty more underneath. He came around to lie next to her. They held each other tightly, fingers petting, pressing, feeling.
“Am I going to lose sight every time we fuck?” KarRa asked with wry disappointment at herself.
Rylan chuckled. “Maybe now you can work on making me lose my sight instead.”
She shouted a laugh, delighted with the idea. Energy fired her body.
He rolled up over her, straddling her waist, his hands brushing her nipples gently as he looked down at her, his face awash in wonder. “When I saw your body laying there, sprawled loose, covered in blood, I thought…for a second…I thought…”
KarRa put her fingers against his lips and he instantly closed his mouth around them, licking, scraping her skin lightly with his teeth. KarRa laughed again, because she could.
He leaned down to her face. “I want to love you again, mat
e. Like a man this time. Now.”
She searched his eyes, and nodded shyly.
“It won’t be sweet. KarRa, I want to take you as far as you can go.”
She moaned, and stretched lazily, rolling her hips toward him.
She was to learn later that only an hour passed in that room after the bodymage Xu left. But for her, the memory of that loving in the deep furs lasted half a day.
His hands were firm then feathery, his palms gripping and stroking, his fingertips trailing and walking. His mouth was hot and wet, blowing cool air, spreading stinging nips, and settling to suckle deep on her most sensitive places until she was writhing. He suckled the length of her feather on her arm, tracing it with his tongue. She returned the favor, swirling her lips along the paths of wind on his arm. She left a sucking bruise at the base of his neck, her own mate mark.
He rolled her onto her stomach and swept her back with touches and kisses, pulled her onto her knees to worship the firm globes of her ass with hands and teeth, turned her over and swept up her body with a hundred mouths to turn her breasts into the most sensitive flesh she'd ever known.
Leaving her own hands in place to continue the feeling, he curled his hands around her shoulders and covered her hips with his, pressing with gentle strokes until he glided into her as easy as if he was born to be there, which she knew he was.
Soon the easy rhythm frustrated her and her hands were grabbing at his ass to press him deeper, harder, faster, her mouth desperate on his neck above her, but he took her hands and she let him pin them to either side of her head.
“Just what I've always dreamed of,” he whispered, keeping the same maddening, gentle, even pace, “making you take the pleasure from me.”
He pulled out to the tip, swirling it around her entry tauntingly. “Just take it. Mine to give and yours to get. Feel my key in your lock. Feel yourself opening. Feel yourself, how wet you are, with our come swimming inside of you. Mine. My cream in your body. Your blood in my body.”
His words were hot against her face, her eyes tearing from the fierce wonder on his face.
She mewed suddenly, writhing her hips desperately against his.
“My KarRa. My cunt. I want to drown you in pleasure.”
He eased his length in by impossibly small measures. Now she was so wet their joining seemed impossibly smooth, his barest shallow dips floating his cock inside her, slow, slow, slower. Her teeth threatened to gnaw through her lip with frustration.
When his tip finally pressed against her womb, the pressure she had been reaching for shattered her.
KarRa arched, screaming hoarsely, “Rylan!”
He murmured his praise, his hands leaving hers, now laying limp, to pet her hot hair away from her face, sipping kisses along her jaw and neck. “So beautiful. Good girl. You take my cock so easy. Now you'll take it again.” His voice was crooning.
And when she moaned at his words, her breasts swelling until her nipples ached so much her hands had to go to them, he praised her again. “Yes, you can take as much pleasure as you need. Pinch them hard, KarRa. Make them burn.”
He was kissing her mouth hungrily, pulling back to direct her desperate fingers with a confident voice that made fire erupt in her belly. Planting her feet up by his hips, she slammed her pelvis up, trying to force him to move.
“Oh, you're ready again? You ask nicely.”
He took his hands and pushed her knees down, withdrawing to the very tip. “You ask, KarRa. Tell me you want this cock.”
She didn't even try to resist. “Rylan! I want your damned cock! I want it deep, and hard and now!” She was so sensitive she could feel the bulb of his head catching on her entrance, perfectly balanced at her clutching rim.
He smiled an angelic smile that seemed thrillingly dangerous. Rearing back on his knees and pulling her forward by the thighs, he rested her pelvis high on his folded legs. His cock popped out of her, but was caught in the hood of her clit. He used one hand to direct himself gently over and over that tight throbbing ball of flesh.
“KarRa, who controls your pleasure here? Who?”
KarRa moaned, her head thrashing, her fingers closing furiously on her nipples, which had spread deep red.
“Who KarRa? Tell me. Whose clit is this?”
“YOURS!” She screamed. “I'm yours, Rylan.”
He took his thumb and pressed hard in a swirl over the tight little nub. “Yes, baby, yes. Here’s my thumb. Don’t fight it. Rise for me, baby. Rise!”
KarRa’s hands twisted helplessly in the air, too weak to make the distance to Rylan’s wrists as the pleasure broke, leaving her gasping, shuddering. Her legs and arms fell to the furs. Her strength was gone, but Rylan’s wasn’t.
“I knew you could do it. So strong, so beautiful…” His voice was rasping now, still soft and full of pride at her deep moan. His fingers were driving her mad, their gentle petting plucking at her curls, barely feathering over her throbbing clit.
“Please…” she breathed. She was drowning in the scent of sex.
“All right. It’s all right, KarRa. You’ve done so well. Once more, sweetling.” She moaned, overwhelmed. “Oh yes. You can. My KarRa.”
He pushed her knees wide and up, doubling her over so that her thighs were pressing her breasts together as her knees rested against her shoulders. His eyes, molten gold, were directly over hers and her cunt was screaming with agony at being so exposed, stretched wide and empty.
“Come into me, KarRa. That taste of you before wasn’t enough. I want it all. Open up, love. Let me in.” She locked eyes with him, opened their magepath, and fell forward. The room dipped and swelled as if she'd just drunk a pitcher of graperot in one instant.
When she focused, she was looking at her own sweaty face. Her teeth were bared in a grimace, her hair sticking up wetly every which way. Her hands were in tight fists on either side of her ears, and she smelled delicious—like sweat and woman and vanilla. Her throat was fascinating, small and strong, with an especially satisfying fresh red scar to the side at the base. And the hot steel between her legs wanted nothing but heat and wetness. It was so tight she thought her skin might split.
It was the most natural instinct in the world to thrust forward, and the tip probed until it found a dip to settle in. With a harder thrust, the top of her head lifted off at the sheer pleasure of that tight aching flesh being suddenly wrapped in even tighter, hotter, slippery skin.
She took a moment to savor the feeling, the satisfaction at having pushed through the clutching softness to settle deep, then she could not control the urge to thrust. Her hands were clenched around knees, small feet settled against her ribs, and the world shrank to the pull of the wet flesh gripping on a backstroke, and the drilling push as she drove back in.
She reveled in the feeling of her own hairs grinding against the other's, their bones pressed as tight as possible, hips sealed, some sort of extra pressure pushing back against the very tip of her oh-so-sensitive cock. There was tightness below her, hanging, burning between her legs. It pulled up her thighs, gathered in her spine, but she didn't want it to end, the pull, the push, the drag, the dig, the heat, the soft wet heat.
Then the other KarRa was screaming and clawing, gasping and writhing, her nipples tantalizing in their crushed space between her thighs, her neck beautiful and bare as it arched under her aching jaws. Every muscle in her body locked with the sudden explosion in answer to the woman's clamping squeeze, and then the fire came in a surge, surge, surge out her aching tip.
She collapsed onto the smaller frame, feeling the gasping, quivering body beneath her with utter satisfaction. KarRylan. She kissed up that throat, smelling the blood under the skin and thrilling with satisfaction and knowledge that the woman would give it to her anytime she needed it, and she settled into kissing the strong sweet mouth.
She got turned around again, tongues and teeth and lips working as one, and suddenly the furs were soft against her shoulders and ass, her cleft pulled open by her position.
Her hands were tangled in Rylan's silky golden hair, and her legs ached. She wiggled to get them out from under his torso, and sighed with satisfaction to tangle them around his taught thighs. His chest was comforting on top of her sensitized breasts.
He pulled up onto his forearms to look searchingly at her. “KarRa…You take me so completely into you,” he breathed. “That was incredible.”
She laughed her loud braying laugh and didn't care, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, and buried her face into his neck behind his ear. “Oh Rylan. I felt you too. The weird thing is that it was completely normal!”
She laughed again at his wry face at her comment. Energy infused every cell. “Let's go to your room and fuck all night!” Moments ago she had been overwhelmed at the onslaught of pleasure, yet now she couldn’t wait for more.
“Can't do it,” he said with mock sadness.
She grinned. “Are you tired?” she mewed in mock sympathy.
“I'm through with fucking. Never gonna fuck again.”
She blinked at him, her eyebrows twisting in disbelief.
He grabbed her face to place a smacking kiss on her forehead, “It's loving from here on out, KarRa. Only loving. So if you want to love me all night, then I'll race you to our robes.”
She won.
* * * *
The next morning, KarRa and Rylan met Vyur and Freezha at the door to a sifting room on level two. They came down the hall among a small group of Lizzeed warriors. The men dwarfed Freezha, who was wearing a long, hooded cape of pale pink silk, her face impossibly delicate, framed by a tumble of white blond tangles as if she had just risen from a wild night in bed.
She cried out and ran ahead when she saw them. She hugged KarRa tight, crying beautifully as they whispered their reassurances and goodbyes. Both women laughed shakily to see their fresh matching scars at the joint of neck and shoulder.
KarRa nodded to Vyur as he gently guided a still sniffling Freezha into the sifting room. She put her hand on the knife she wore in a belt at her waist, and caught the flash of pleasure in his eyes. He nodded back and turned away.
