Familiar Pleasures

by Jory Strong

  The kiss started out as one of comfort. It rapidly became so much more. She whimpered as his hands retraced her body as they’d done by the stream. She wanted to be as naked now as she had been then.

  Thoughts of his male companion tried to interfere, but almost as though he was reading her mind Savant’s lips and tongue and fingers keep her from pulling away, from retreating. She’d hungered for a man’s touch for so long, had been curious for so long that it was hard to battle both her own desires and his.

  His cock was a rigid, insistent pressure again her belly and she wanted to touch it, explore it, to know what if felt like to have it pressed inside her. She wanted him to thrust in and out of her as that long ago warlock had done to the dairyman’s daughter.

  “Savant,” she whispered when his kiss ended.

  “Say it again,” he said, his voice like fingers stroking her wet, swollen folds.

  She struggled to think. To remember what he’d called his companion and it came to her along with the sense that it was the leopard’s memory and not her own. “What about Sunder?”

  “He’ll join us when the time is right.”

  Savant kissed her again before she could truly make sense of his words. His tongue twined with hers, battled with hers as his fingers made quick work of the ties keeping her dress in place. It fell to her feet and she cried into his mouth when his hands covered her breasts, when his fingers took possession of her nipples.

  He was her dream lover made flesh. His touch real where the other had only been imagined.

  Moisture flooded her channel. Arousal soaked her underwear and filled the air with its scent.

  Savant groaned and nearly ripped the scrap of material in his haste to bare her to his touch. He’d been aroused since first coming upon her naked in the water with the leopard. But each moment in her presence, each glimpse of her courage as she accepted what Sunder’s bond would mean to her, drove the lust higher.

  His body barely felt as if it belonged to him. His cock throbbed like a second heartbeat. The pulse beating in his shaft sending waves of nearly painful need through his balls.

  He was starved for the touch and taste and feel of a woman’s body underneath his own. Not just any woman—but Aysa. The familiar bond with Sunder made it impossible for Savant to want any other but the woman in his arms.

  He hadn’t doubted the leopard’s ability to know its mate, but the leopard’s needs weren’t entirely the same as a man’s. Until this moment, he hadn’t realized how worried he was about his promise to accept the cat’s choice.

  Aysa’s courage and beauty, her strength and acceptance had set that worry aside. “Aysa,” he groaned, leaving her mouth in order to trail kisses to her ear as he crowded her, forced her to step backward until they got to the sleeping mats.

  He sank to his knees, driven there by the need to bury his face between her thighs and taste her woman’s flesh. She jerked in his arms with the first foray of his tongue along her slit and over her clit. He moaned and freed his cock from the confines of his pants. She was a sweet, wet heaven that he never wanted to leave.

  “Savant,” she cried out and he knew he would never grow tired of hearing her call his name as he pleasured her.

  Her knees buckled and he eased her to the mats, his face never lifting from the slick folds that held him entranced. His hands gripped her thighs to press them open, to leave her completely exposed so that everything was his to claim.

  Savant feasted on her as thoroughly as the leopard would feast on a doe it had taken down in the forest. He licked and sucked and wallowed. His hunger was like a living thing and only when she screamed and thrashed in release did he realize how completely the leopard had moved through the familiar bond.

  This was the leopard’s price for letting Savant be the first to mount Aysa physically. He would have her body before Sunder did, but it was the leopard that had claimed her first—with the familiar bond and with pleasure.

  Savant struggled out of his clothing. Was already panting when he crawled up Aysa’s body, kissing and biting and licking his way to her breasts. “Beautiful,” he growled before latching on to a pink nipple and sucking.

  Exquisite sensation and pounding heat poured through Aysa. “Savant,” she whimpered, her fingers twining in his dark hair as she ground her feverish pussy and clit against his muscled abdomen.

  In her wildest dreams she’d never thought it would be like this between a man and a woman. She ached despite the pleasure that had erupted in a scream only moments ago. “Savant,” she begged, craving the feel of him suckling even as her channel spasmed and her cunt lips became almost painfully swollen, flowering open so her arousal flowed freely, coating her inner thighs and sliding over her back entrance. She ached with the need to have him push into her slit and possess her completely. To share the final mystery with her.

  He moaned against skin. His teeth on her nipple blurred the line between pain and pleasure.

  Her hands tightened in his hair, her message unclear even to her as she warred with the urge to pull his mouth to hers or hold it to her breast.

  Savant clamped down tighter on her nipple, lashed it with his tongue until she was once again writhing desperately underneath him, rubbing her mound and clit against his belly as she pleaded, whimpered. Her words were incoherent but their meaning easily understood.

  Only when she was sobbing, completely lost in what he was doing to her did Savant relent and settle between her thighs, his face above hers, his voice a harsh pant as he said, “Put me inside you.”

  Chapter Five

  Aysa reached for him then, touched his male organ for the first time. She wanted to explore, to stroke up and down the amazingly soft skin, but it was too late for that.

  “Put me in you,” he commanded again, his cock jerking and straining in her hand.

  She placed him at her entrance. Coated the head of him with her slick arousal.

  He grunted and pushed. Slid through her fingers and into her tight channel.

  She shivered. Loving the feel of him there.

  Her fingers had been a pale imitation of what a man’s organ felt like. She knew that now.

  Aysa arched and whimpered. She released her grasp on his penis so her hands could go to his shoulders. Her legs wrapped around his waist, trapping him, driving him deeper into her.

  Savant’s buttocks clenched as he fought the need to rut on her wildly. She was so tight, so wet, so responsive. “Don’t,” he said when her fingernails lightly scoured his back. The feel of them nearly stripped away his control.

  He was knowledgeable enough with the customs of the witch-lands to know she would have remained a virgin until she gained a familiar. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t.” Her legs tightened around his waist. Her pelvis tilted. “Please, Savant. I need you.”

  With a groan he covered her lips with his, tried to take her gently. Slowly. But her channel was like a hungry mouth sucking on him. Claiming him. Begging for him to fill her completely. To give her everything.

  He swallowed her whimpers and reveled in the way she clung to him, yielded to him, responded in honest passion and not because she hoped to gain a warlock’s service in exchange for the use of her body. Aysa. It became a chant as his hips pistoned. She became his entire reality as his control slipped with each thrust. As the need grew wilder, more demanding with each slide of heated flesh into wet folds.

  Their breathing became ragged and their skin slick as they touched, rubbed, two bodies so closely melded they become one. Her orgasm triggered his own, the release so fierce it left him pumping into her even after he’d spent his seed.

  Savant knew the moment Sunder shifted from leopard to man. Felt him drawing closer as he climbed the distance to the cave.

  Animal hunger filled the small space as Sunder stepped inside. He was naked from the change. His cock was already rigid, his desire to claim Aysa no less fierce than the leopard’s.

  Savant reluctantly rolled to
his side, leaving Aysa exposed though her eyes remained closed. “This is Sunder,” he said, fearing it was too soon to expect her to accept another lover, fearing that she’d recoil even at the thought of it, but there was no way to delay the inevitable moment of truth.

  Aysa scrambled to a sitting position and grabbed Savant’s shirt to cover herself. Shock coursed through her—not only at the sight of Sunder standing naked above her, but at the sheer exotic beauty of him. He was dark-haired and deeply tanned as Savant was, but his eyes…they reminded her of the leopard’s.

  Thinking about the leopard opened the familiar link. The cat was close by. Closer than where she’d left him. She felt his willingness to come if she called. She felt his desire to brush against her, to curl around her—protective and possessive at the same time.

  Dark undercurrents swirled between the male leopard and her. It was a sensual awareness that pooled the blood in her labia and made her cunt lips grow flushed and hot.

  Sunder’s nostrils flared as though scenting her arousal. He squatted in front of her and captured her with his eyes. “Beautiful,” he said, his voice a purring growl that lapped at her pussy and made her whimper. He reached for the shirt and easily pulled it from her resisting fingers.

  “You can run, but your leopard won’t help you,” he said, and something in his voice warned he would welcome a chase.

  “I won’t run,” Aysa heard herself saying above the wild race of her heart. The look in his eyes was every bit as dangerous and predatory as the big cat’s.

  Sunder tossed the shirt aside and licked his lips. His gaze roamed her body, devoured her as it halted at her breasts then dropped to her wet folds.

  She tried to close her legs but he stopped her, his hands dark against her creamy skin. “No,” he said, sliding his hands up her thighs until they framed her cunt.

  Aysa could barely breathe. Could barely think. She felt bespelled and yet she knew it was the power of lust that held her enthralled and not warlock magic.

  She’d seen male cats gather around a female in heat. She had witnessed them fighting for the privilege of mating and watched as one after another, the strongest of them had mounted while the weakest were driven away or left to hover in the shadows. She’d wondered…but she’d never thought such a thing might happen between men and women as well.

  “Let us give you pleasure,” Savant said as he rose from where he’d been lying and moved to kneel behind her, his front pressed to her back. “Let us both make love to you.”

  Aysa’s breath caught in her throat. Heat flared through her breasts and cunt when Savant’s fingers found her nipples. A small moan escaped when Sunder’s thumb brushed her slick lower lips before gliding over the tiny exposed head of her clit.

  She leaned forward and Sunder met her halfway. He touched his mouth to hers, his tongue to hers. She’d thought it would be a savage claiming. Instead it was a gentle greeting, a soft exploration at odds with the coiled tension, the fierce need radiating off him.

  He became more aggressive when her hands slid down his chest. He growled when she stroked his belly.

  Curiosity and the wild rush of newly discovered feminine power guided Aysa’s fingers to his cock. There’d been no time to explore with Savant, no chance except for when she had placed him at her entrance.

  She shivered when she reached Sunder’s rigid penis. Drew away from his mouth so she could look down as she measured his length and width, skimmed over his velvet softness before cupping and weighing his testicles.

  He was the perfect match for Savant.

  She continued to hold Sunder’s heavy sac in one hand as the fingers of the other encircled his penis. It pulsed against her palm, the reaction making her glance at his face.

  Erotic fear edged through her at his feral expression.

  Sunder growled, a low sound of warning he knew was barely human. His lips pulled back in a silent snarl as he fought the leopard for control.

  He’d intended to go slow. To take her gently. But the leopard remained too close to the surface and it needed more. It needed to bury its cock in a female’s wet heat.

  As if sensing the battle between man and beast, Savant used his hands to urge Aysa to lean forward, his voice persuasive, commanding as he whispered, “Taste him. Put him in your mouth.”

  Her gaze flashed to Sunder’s and his fingers went to her hair, released the casual knot she’d made of it before going into the stream. Savant’s joined his, undoing the braid even as Sunder guided her mouth to his straining cock.

  It jerked and leaked at the first touch of her tongue, her lips. A growl escaped from Sunder, this one an equal mix of man and leopard.

  She explored his heated, rigid flesh as thoroughly with her mouth as she’d done moments before with her fingers. She licked and sucked along its length as she continued to fondle his heavy testicles. Her unbound hair added to Sunder’s torment as it brushed against his thighs.

  He held himself tightly under control. Concentrated only on the feel of her lips and tongue, the small sighs of pleasure that escaped from Aysa as he coaxed her to take the exposed head of his penis into her mouth and begin sucking. Her touch was gentle, tentative, so different from Savant’s.

  He loved Savant and would forever crave the other man’s hands and mouth on his cock, but this… A softer growl escaped as Aysa took more of him, took him deeper.

  Sunder’s buttocks clenched and his hips pumped. Fire raced up his spine, rippled along the leopard’s backbone so that inside him it arched like a male mating his female.

  With each shallow thrust into Aysa’s mouth, each rub of cock against tongue and slick inner walls, the large cat became more satisfied. Accepted this as the homage due it and relinquished control to the man.

  Sunder’s eyes met Savant’s and their earlier conversation passed between them, unspoken but there anyway. We’ll have a wife soon. She’ll take us both in her body at the same time and we’ll know an even greater ecstasy.

  Savant moved away for a moment to get a potion he’d created. One that would help prepare Aysa for what was to come.

  Sunder’s attention returned to the woman on her knees before him. His hands went to her neck and shoulders, stroked her smooth skin as he began whispering words of praise. As he told her how much she pleased him.

  Aysa devoured Sunder’s words. She soaked in his praise and found she craved his approval.

  He was Savant’s lover. And now he was hers.

  She moaned when Savant’s hand pressed between her legs. He cupped her mound and rubbed back and forth, collected her arousal, stroking her clit as he did so. She didn’t resist when Sunder urged one of her hands away from his cock and guided it to the cave floor as one of his took its place, holding his organ so she could continue to suck.

  Savant eased her into a different position, forced some of her weight onto the one hand so her buttocks were in the air, her knees spread, her cunt exposed, open, available. He played in her folds, his fingers slid into her channel in the same rhythm as she sucked on Sunder’s cock.

  Aysa lost herself in pure sensation. Reveled in the sounds the men were making and in the way they made her feel utterly feminine, utterly desirable, utterly wanted.

  Something in each of them called to her and she didn’t allow herself to think of the future. Either hers or theirs. All that mattered was the here and now, this moment of giving and sharing.

  She jerked when Savant’s fingers left her slit and traveled to her dark entrance, played there with forbidden touches. But Sunder’s cock thrusting in and out of her mouth prevented her from protesting, questioning. And all too soon she was pressing back into Savant, shivering as a second finger joined the first, and then a third, burning her as they stretched her.

  She clutched at Sunder when he drew his penis from her mouth. But his hand on her hair kept her from leaning forward and recapturing the hard male organ.

  He laughed, a husky masculine sound of satisfaction that drew her gaze to his face. “Ano
ther time I’ll let you swallow my seed, little cat, but not now.”

  Desire uncurled in her belly at the name he’d given her. It made her see herself as a silky light-colored feline in the throes of first heat.

  Aysa’s cunt spasmed in reaction. She imagined lowering herself to her elbows and widening her thighs, inviting the males around her to investigate her scent, her wetness, her swollen folds.

  Embarrassment rose to her cheeks and she wondered if it was her own affinity for cats that made her feel so wanton, or if it was the leopard familiar she’d gained. She ducked her head but Sunder’s hand cupped her face and forced her gaze back to his. “I have yet to mate with you but already you please me in so many ways.”

  She turned her head slightly and pressed a kiss into the palm of his hand. She didn’t understand why his approval mattered so much. Why she already felt as though there was a connection between them. Maybe it was because he was exotic and beautiful, deadly, like the leopard. Maybe it was because he was Savant’s lover as well. It didn’t matter. She wanted him. She wanted them both.

  Aysa didn’t hesitate when Sunder settled on the bedding. She didn’t wait for him to command her to put his cock inside her as Savant had done.

  She crawled up Sunder’s body and guided him home. Cried out as his thick shaft filled her channel.

  Chapter Six

  Desire coursed through Sunder. Need unlike any he’d ever experienced. His fingers tangled in Aysa’s hair and drew her mouth to his.

  He could taste himself on her. Could taste the kisses she’d shared with Savant.

  He could smell the rightness of her even in his human form.

  The leopard was content for the moment. Happy just to be held tightly in its mate’s slick, tight sheath. It would insist on more later. On biting Aysa as it covered her while she crouched on her hands and knees.

  It would push the limits by rising to press against Sunder’s skin. By threatening to take its true form as it fucked its mate hard and fast and with little mercy.