The taste was salty-sweet and she wanted more. Her mouth widened and took him deep, until he butted against the back of her throat. Knowing it would vibrate down the length of him she moaned as she sucked up and down his cock. He was so thick, she had trouble keeping her teeth off of him, but it was worth her aching jaw muscles to see to his pleasure. Her head bobbed up and down as she worked, and her hands came up to massage his testicles.
Obsidian trembled to feel her hot, wet mouth stroking his cock. In all his life he’d never had a more talented set of lips wrapped around him. It was all he could do to keep from falling in a heap on the floor. He looked down and saw her mouth full of him, lips stretching around his girth. It almost undid him.
“Stop, baby, wait.” His hands stilled her motions, though he couldn’t resist moving in her one last time. “I have other plans,” he promised. He pulled out of her mouth, with a popping sound her lips reluctantly set him free. “Wait here,” he instructed.
Cady rose to her feet as Obsidian turned and left the room. She barely had time to turn towards the bed before he had returned. She could see he had a handful of condoms and smiled. “Are you planning a long night for us then?” she couldn’t help teasing.
“The longest ever.” He grinned back at her.
“Gasp. Shock. I didn’t know you could smile without it looking mean,” she laughed out.
His eyes twinkled and he put the condoms on a stone pedestal by the bed. “There’s something I want you to do for me.”
“What’s that?”
“I’ve been thinking about your hairless pussy ever since I first saw it. I want you to spread out before me and stroke your luscious lips and clit until you orgasm. I want you to let me watch you come.”
That was something she’d certainly not expected him to ask. She’d never masturbated for an audience before. But the thought of being a bit of an exhibitionist thrilled her. She felt wicked just imagining his eyes on her as she pleasured herself. “Okay,” she agreed. Her voice was thick with her arousal.
Heart racing, she crawled onto the bed. Obsidian came up behind her as she bent over and nipped her buttocks with his teeth. She yelped. He helped her stack pillows behind her and knelt on the mattress between her feet as she settled.
“I’ve imagined you on this bed ever since that first night.”
“You mean when you stabbed me with your foils?”
“Don’t remind me of my foolishness. I am sorry for that. At any rate, I would rather have stabbed you with something else,” he promised.
“Me too,” was all she could manage. Obsidian’s hands had come around her ankles, nudging and spreading her legs wide. Never in her life had she felt so exposed. Burning yellow eyes seared her as he stared at her exposed femininity.
“You’re wet and ready for me.”
How could she not be? This was the headiest, most erotic experience she’d ever had. For a moment she faltered, growing shy.
“Touch yourself. Stroke your flesh and imagine it’s me doing it,” he demanded. His tongue moistened his lips, and his eyes never strayed from her wet heat.
With little breathless pants she obeyed. Her hands trailed down her body, pausing to tweak her nipples. Obsidian’s eyes flared up when she did, so she lingered. She plumped and squeezed her breasts, watching with delight as his cock bounced almost in time with her movements.
Slowly she stroked her hands over her body. Obsidian’s eyes never wavered and followed the progress of her explorations. Thanking her lucky stars that she was limber, she widened her legs further and heard him gasp. She moved her hands lower, watching him tense in anticipation.
One of her hands went beneath a leg and spread her cunt lips wide for his viewing pleasure. The other moved to her clit, where she massaged in a circular motion with her fingertips. Her flesh was tingling and swollen. Within seconds she lost her shyness, and began to move in rhythm to her strokes.
Obsidian watched the middle finger of her other hand thrust into her wet sheath, and groaned. He’d never seen such an arousing sight. Never taking his eyes from her, his hand moved to his cock and stroked. Timing his motions to hers, he soon felt close to the most explosive orgasm of his life.
Cady moaned and thrashed as she approached her orgasm. Her fingers increased their rhythm, one thrusting deep inside of her, while three others rubbed her clit in circles. Her hips pumped wantonly in time to her movements.
Obsidian suddenly wanted to do more than just watch.
Releasing his cock he moved his head down between her legs. He heard her gasp as he thrust a finger in alongside hers to feel for her g-spot. Darting his tongue out he licked her, long and hot. Her fingers stopped moving as he slurped her clit into his mouth. He pulled back.
“Don’t stop,” he commanded. She obeyed, zeroing in on her clit once more. Obsidian’s tongue worked around their moving hands and within seconds she was moaning and thrashing again. He felt her flesh spasm against his mouth as she came, and sucked on her hungrily. He thrust two fingers into her, stretching her, feeling her contractions.
He’d never felt such a consuming need for any woman as he did for her in that moment.
With a deep throb in his heart, he realized he wanted to make her feel just as moved. He decided to take it slow and tenderly this time. To imprint himself on her in such a way that she would never forget him. Never forget this night.
No matter what the future held, tonight she would be his.
Chapter Eleven
Obsidian moved up and over her. Their eyes met and held for several heartbeats, speaking volumes. No words were needed between them. They understood each other well enough without them.
Very slowly Obsidian lowered his lips to meet hers. He kept the kiss soft. Made it an exploration of the senses. A rediscovery. He learned the taste and feel of her mouth, and savored her as she deserved.
After what seemed like hours his lips left her mouth and traced the contours of her face. Her golden skin was warm and soft. He was reminded once more of caramels, and darted his tongue out for a taste. It was hard to hold back, but somehow he found the strength.
Cady wondered at his sudden change in demeanor. Until now he’d always been wild when they came together. Though she liked his unbridled, dominant nature, she found this soft side to be just as sexy. His body weighed heavily on hers, taking her down into the mattress. But instead of being threatening, his weight was sweet and protective.
Cherished. That’s how he made her feel. Hands touched and teased her naked skin and discovered her every secret. Lips brushed against her so lightly they felt like a whisper. Teeth nibbled at her earlobe, and she sighed.
“Do you like that, love?” His whisper breathed hot into her ear. The light laving of his tongue followed it teasingly.
She could only moan in response.
Hands came between them and cupped her breasts. Her body arched into his palms, thrusting her more fully into his grasp. Fingers kneaded the full globes then moved to pluck at her nipples. With every pull and tug of those fingers, Cady felt an answering pulse deep inside her womb.
Suddenly he pulled back. Before she could voice a protest, however, he tugged and pulled until she lay on her stomach. She sighed when he pushed her braid aside and laid his lips against her neck. It felt deliciously sinful.
Teeth suddenly sank into her shoulder and she squealed. Instinctively she knew he did it to brand her, and eased when he laved the pain away with his tongue. His hands roved over her lightly, raising goosebumps in their wake.
It was all Obsidian could do to keep from ramming into her on the spot. With her back curved and the plump globes of her buttocks rising in the air, his control was dancing a razor’s edge. She smelled fresh and sweet. Ready for sex. The taste and feel of her were even better.
He let his hands fall to her buttocks. They were plump and round, lush and soft. She had the juiciest ass he’d ever seen. He absolutely loved a woman with a big ass. His fingers dug into her, squeezing and part
ing her cheeks. Seeking the puckered flesh between them, he couldn’t resist a moment longer.
He buried his face in the cleft of her ass, ignoring her shocked gasp. He licked the sensitive flesh between her cheeks, darting it daringly into her asshole. Growling now in his passion, he lifted her against his face with his hands still at her rear. Raising her in such a way made it easier for him to move down to her cunt. He licked one of his fingers and gently inserted it into her. Then his mouth moved down to her slit.
Cady was shocked and stunned. No one had ever touched her this way. It was incredibly erotic to feel him tonguing her while squeezing the globes of her ass with his hands. She felt dominated when he lifted her, bowing her back. Her head was weighed down into the pillows. Submissive, she eased her protests to let him have his way. When his finger slipped into her she moaned and couldn’t help clenching against the delicious torment.
His tongue delved between the folds of her cunt as his finger moved gently in and out of her ass. Never in her life had she felt such a need to be taken. To be owned completely and utterly. It terrified her, but thrilled her all the same. She imagined how it would feel to have his cock inside her the way his finger now penetrated her and flew straight into a violent orgasm.
Obsidian felt her ass muscles clench when she came and twisted his finger inside of her. He knew it would make her orgasm exponentially more powerful. Her scream into the pillows was more than enough reward for his efforts. She was a goddess in her release, more than worthy of his worship. He would have done anything for her in that moment.
After she went limp, spent after her body’s release, he reached to the bedside for a condom. Within seconds he was sheathed in the lubricated latex. He felt a moment’s sadness to know there was a barrier, however thin, between her flesh and his. But as much as he wanted it, he couldn’t leave her unprotected this time. He might lose control, which was something he’d never even come close to with any other woman in all his life.
With gentle but insistent hands, he raised her hips once more. He positioned himself behind her, rubbing the head of his cock against her wetness. Then he entered her. Slowly, inch by inch, until he was seated to the hilt. She was tight and hot around him. He began a gentle rocking motion in an out of her sheath.
Cady sighed, feeling him stretch her over and over. His hands were on her waist, guiding her movements, keeping the pace slow and easy. She buried her face in the pillows, the linens cool against her flushed skin. With desperate hands she clutched at the covers, spasmodically opening and closing her fists as he rode her.
Her pussy made wet sounds as he rocked in and out of her. The only other noises in the room were those of their ragged breaths and the stirring of the mattress beneath them. A full, tingling ache washed through her and unbelievably she started climbing towards another peak. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and the feeling swelled until her heart ached with it too.
For a long, long time he rocked against her. His cock filled and stretched her but every time she reached the point of orgasm he stilled. His hands would soothe her until she came down from the peak, and then he would continue his thrusts. He was killing her with the exquisite pleasure.
It felt like hours had passed. Cady’s flesh felt heavy with her need to orgasm. Sweat poured from their bodies, making their skin glisten. Suddenly Cady heard Obsidian groan and felt him increase the pace of his thrusts. One of his hands came around her to caress her clit, while the other slipped a saliva-moistened finger into her ass again. She was lost.
The orgasm was so violent she thought she surely must have loosed her bladder on him. She could feel a gush of wetness washing out from her, and realized she had actually ejaculated. Even though she’d heard and read about female ejaculation, she’d never believed it existed.
Now she knew it did. Most assuredly it did, and it felt glorious.
Obsidian must have felt the same because he roared and proceeded to pound into her with the force of a battering ram. Seconds later he shouted again and Cady felt his pulsing orgasm through the condom he wore. He continued thrusting while he came, making her already sensitive flesh scream with the exquisite torment.
Moments later, he pulled free of her and turned her to face him. He kissed her mouth long and sweetly. “Thank you for that, my love,” he said before moving down, laying his head on the pillows of her breasts.
“Tryton and the tour of our city can wait a while yet. I’m claiming this time with you for myself,” he growled, nuzzling her nipple contentedly. In the next breath he was deeply asleep.
Seconds later, she too fell into a deep slumber with a smile on her lips.
* * * * *
Obsidian slowly awakened to the feel of a hot, wet mouth suckling on his cock.
His hands were buried in the silkiest hair imaginable. Groggy and fresh from sleep, it was all he could do to keep from thrusting deep within that mouth. As it was he couldn’t help moving slightly against the pulling, sucking lips. It felt far too wonderful to resist.
Soft, skilled hands played with his testicles, testing their weight as the mouth moved tirelessly upon him. He groaned and thrust tentatively deeper into the hot recesses, careful to keep his movements gentle lest the erotic torment cease. A deeply satisfied moan came from the throat that was working on him, vibrating his cock from crown to base.
With a hoarse shout he buried his fingers deeper into silken hair, and let his passions overtake him.
How much time passed, as he lay there in the delicious waking dream, he couldn’t have said. But the mouth was so skilled, so wet and hot, that he couldn’t have staved off his orgasm no matter how hard he’d tried. With a hoarse shout he spurted his semen into Cady’s throat.
He felt her swallow it down.
Obsidian’s eyes flew open. Cady was just licking away the last drop when he flung them both from the bed. She didn’t have time to savor the sweet essence of him before he forced a finger down the back of her throat. His movements were swift and though she tried she couldn’t fight him off.
“Cady! Baby, oh baby, what have you done?” His voice was a panicked roar as he bent her over with his fingers still down her throat, trying to make her spit up what she’d ingested. “No, please by Grimm, no,” he roared.
“What are you doing?” she demanded when she managed to pull his fingers from her mouth. “Are you crazy? Most men prefer women who swallow.”
“Oh Cady, baby,” he kept repeating. His voice was ragged and Cady realized it wasn’t from anger. But from fear.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” She was starting to get worried, too. Instinctively she knew Obsidian wasn’t the type of man to ever display fear. But his eyes were full of anguish and terror, plain for her to see. What had she done that was so wrong?
“Please spit it up, Cady.” Uh-oh. He’d never said please unless he was being sarcastic. The begging, pleading tone in his voice struck a cold shard of fear into her heart.
Obsidian’s voice shook. “You don’t understand. I’m so sorry. I should have told you why. This is my fault. My fault.”
“What? Tell me what the hell is making you look at me like that!” she yelled. She had to. His voice had become a roar as he repeated the same words over and over.
“Oh baby, I’m so sorry. I’ve poisoned you. Please, for Grimm’s sake spit it out. Spit it out!” He was shaking her as he yelled the command in her face.
“Poison? That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. Its just sperm, for crying out loud.”
“I’ve told you I can’t share my sperm with you. It is against our laws to share fluids, and I couldn’t tell you why for fear that you would turn from me in terror. My sperm is poison to your kind, Cady.”
“But how can that be?” she asked, though he was too far gone in his panic to answer.
“Why did you have to do this? You’re so stubborn, I should have known you would do this. Please, please…I can’t bear it. Do something…anything! Just get it out of your sy
stem.”
Suddenly she felt a coldness creeping outward from her middle. Her entire body felt as if it were freezing. As if her heart was pumping snow through her veins instead of blood. The sensation swept through her, making her knees buckle so she fell. He held her, kept her from falling, but she knew it wouldn’t have mattered. She felt the hand of death close in on her…and it was like ice.
“It…it’s c-c-cold,” she managed before swaying bonelessly in his arms.
“No baby, oh no. Please stay with me.” His voice sounded choked. Like he was crying.
“D-don’t be…s-s-sad. Not…your f-fault,” she stuttered. Her teeth were locked against the cold. She wanted to reach out and touch his face, to reassure him. Comfort him. But her vision was black, and her senses were failing. Her muscles wouldn’t respond.
The last thing she heard before the darkness claimed her was Obsidian’s shouts for her to stay with him. And his last roaring cry of…
“Tryton!”
Chapter Twelve
“Obsidian, let her go. Let her go, I’ve got her.” Tryton’s voice was calming. He was trying to pull Cady’s body from Obsidian’s clinging hands. “I can’t examine her if you don’t let go.”
“Please save her, for I cannot. She cannot be allowed to die,” Obsidian whispered as he rocked Cady’s still form.
Tryton’s eyes were dimmed with regret. “I don’t know if I can save her. But I will try.”
With effort Obsidian released her. Tryton gently lifted Cady’s small nude body and laid it upon the bed. “How did she…?” Tryton’s question trailed off.
“She swallowed it. I…I was asleep and when I woke up…she swallowed it. I tried to make her gag it up but it didn’t work. Then I called for you.” Obsidian thanked all the gods that ever were that Tryton had heard and arrived the second his shout had faded from the room.
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