by Cerys du Lys
"I was worried," Evan said.
"Why?" I asked, gasping out the word.
"I don't usually do this," he said. "I like you, Sadie, but I don't have casual sex. I..."
"I'm sorry Evan but I can't think right now."
He laughed. "Alright."
I would've been completely content if he just stayed inside of me. He didn't need to move or do anything in particular to make me happy. He did, though. Easing himself out of me, his thick warmth heating my core, he settled the head of his cock at the entrance to my slit, then pushed right back in. A piston of fire, melting me inside and out. I tensed against him, squeezing my thighs shut, my inner walls clamping down tight on his cock.
Evan kissed me and held me and made love to me. His throbbing cock teased me into a heightened awareness of myself and my body. Everywhere he touched, inside of me or out, he left light tingles across my skin. I closed my eyes and focused on our intimacy.
Like small fireworks being set off inside me, his heat flared to the forefront of my thoughts. Crackling sparks shifted around me in my mind and I felt like we might ignite the bed and burst into flames if we continued. The bed didn't catch fire, but right then I doubted I would have cared if it did.
"Sadie," Evan said, his voice thick and heavy.
"Mm," I murred.
"I'm going to soon. I... you feel so good."
"It's alright," I said, feeling glassy and soft. "It's alright."
His very essence filled me, his soul, like a hearth, warming his body. He warmed me, too, built me up, made me feel wanted.
And hot.
I clenched around his cock, shivering in delight whenever he pressed through my defenses. So deep inside of me, tight and fiery, then slowly easing out. I gasped through ragged breath, shuddering at the sensation of our coupling. Soon, he said. I thought I was already there.
I started as kindling, but he fed me a spark. I savored it, tended to it, and when he gave me more I accepted it fully. Now I had a full blown fire, but I wanted more. I wanted a pyre, conflagration, burning combustion.
My body blazed and I spasmed as my orgasm overtook me. Quaking and clenching, clutching hard against his cock, I practically roared with each of his thrusts. High up now, soaring, I felt like some elemental being made of pure flames. Crackling, crisp and delightful.
Evan pushed hard into me and held himself there. I squeezed against him, massaging his cock with my frenzied climax. He pulsed inside of me, once, twice, and more. Deep and hard and, oh, so wonderful.
He came. His seed filled me completely, finding every possible spot that his cock hadn't heated already and finalizing my sultry fire. I shuddered and shook in his arms, blinded by the flickering firelight behind my closed eyes.
Evan held me tight, embraced me, squeezing me against him. His cock twitched inside of me as I coaxed forth more of his cream with my desirous climax. He held me and kissed my neck and my shoulders and strained to kiss my cheek. I nearly died; I felt so overloaded with pleasure.
This was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. I wanted more.
Evan softened inside of me and I fluttered down from my sexual high. Slow, gentle, still ablaze, I could at least think better now, though. I turned to him and pursed my lips and tried to kiss him and he slid forward and touched his lips to mine.
"I can think again," I said, giddy. "I'm sorry I interrupted you."
"It's alright," he said. "I can't say I minded."
"What were you saying about... about..." I remembered now. Casual, he said. Casual sex. This was that, wasn't it? I fell, dropped, cooled down suddenly.
"I don't want this to be casual," he said. "Sadie, I'd like to see you again, if that's alright?"
I spun around. His cock slipped out of my folds, leaving a taste of warmth and coolness where it had once lay inside me, but I didn't care. I hugged him and wrapped my legs and arms around him, pulling him to me. I kissed him, ignoring the tingling flares sparking along my lips whenever we touched. He kissed me, too, caught up in my passion.
"Is that a yes?" he asked when I finally let him free for a second.
"You'll really come back?" I asked, still unsure if this was all real or imaginary.
"I'd like to. I..." He paused and frowned. "I need to leave in the morning. If I don't, they'll send someone looking for me. I wasn't even supposed to be in the city today. I was supposed to be hunting. I'll come back, though. I promise."
I listened and nodded. I touched my nose against his and laughed at the tickling feel of it. He smiled and watched me with glimmering, happy eyes.
"You don't think I'm... strange, then?" I asked. "I know I'm different. I'm sorry about that, Evan. I don't look nice anymore. I can't help it but I'll try. I might be able to find some makeup to cover up my skin. It's this color all the time and I don't know why. I'll try to look regular for you. I'll..."
"Sadie," Evan said, shushing me by putting his finger on my lips. "I think you're beautiful. You don't have to do anything special for me. I like you the way you are."
Did he really, though? I thought about it while we huddled together, cuddling. Drifting to sleep, happy for the first time in months, I wondered if this could work.
Everything seemed perfect now, but what about when he left?
The haze would overtake me, spreading throughout my body. Coolness replacing Evan's warmth and confusion muddling my mind.
And then what?
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A Note from Cerys
I think this was the most different and fun story I've written in a long time. I want to thank you for reading it and I hope you enjoyed it. I'd love to write more about Sadie and Evan, but I don't know if this kind of story will be popular enough. It's one of those risks I take sometimes, you know? I know I can't please everyone, but I try to write the kinds of stories that people want to read. If no one's enjoying it, it makes it really hard to write more sometimes.
Saying that, I really hope you enjoyed this story. I want to write more of it, and I have so many ideas. I don't think it'd ever go this far, but I spent a few hours coming up with potential titles for a huge series following this story. I have tons of cover art ready and waiting to be used, too. I don't know if writers are supposed to get this excited about reading their own stories, but when I was reading this one over after I finished, I was giddy and smiling at my computer screen.
If you liked this story and would like to read more, I'd love to know. You can rate and review it wherever you bought it, or you can send me an email if you'd like ( [email protected] ). You can even leave a comment on my website if that's easier ( CerysduLys.com ).
I feel kind of silly now getting this excited over "Soulless," but I just really hope you've enjoyed it because I'd love to write more about Sadie and Evan.
Thanks for taking the time to read this. I appreciate it. Let me know what you think!
Sample
Please enjoy this sample from the contemporary BDSM erotic romance story, "His Absolute Conditions: The Billionaire's Ultimatum," by Cerys du Lys
"I'm so sorry, sir. Mr. Landseer, I apologize. I don't know what came over me. I..."
He turned to me, rage in his eyes. I could almost see a tiny spark of red lighting up the very center of his icy blue irises. Tossing the page aside, he grabbed my wrist and dragged me through the open glass door into his private meeting room.
"Sir, I--"
Without listening, he tossed me onto his meeting room table and glared at me. I wasn't sure what to do, wasn't sure what to think. What was going on? I inched away from him, my hands pressed into the smooth, alder wood table as I tried to get away. He would accept none of that.
Grabbing my foot, he pulled me back towards him. My skirt bunched up behind me, sliding towards my rear as he pulled me, leaving my pantyhose-covered crotch exposed to him. He gazed at me. His eyes seemed to rev
el in the surprised look on my face, the sight of my breasts heaving up and down as my breath quickened, and the tantalizing view of my exposed underwear. His hand traveled up my leg, caressing my pantyhose, exploring my thigh and moving towards my sex.
This was not happening, I told myself. But no matter what I told myself, it continued to happen. And, despite the fact that I was scared out of my mind, I was also uncontrollably aroused. There was a little part of me, that small heart-skipping pulse in my veins, that had never fully left. Upon seeing just what Asher Landseer was capable of, that part grew, stretched, until it was all-encompassing and demanding.
Asher smiled, watching me wriggle on the table, unable to escape him. He looped a finger into my pantyhose and peeled them down to my knees.
"Sir!" I screamed. "Asher! What are you—?"
(You can find the rest of this story here: His Absolute Conditions )
Sample
Please enjoy this sample from the fantasy erotic romance story, "Spark of Hope: The Monster Within" by Cerys du Lys
Gronch and Crunch led her through the Forest of Sacrifice. They pushed aside tree branches so she could walk past them without ruining her clothes and they lifted her up and over any fallen logs they encountered. At first it took some getting used to, and she didn't know why they did it, so she asked.
"You Queen," Crunch said, as if this was all the answer he needed to provide.
So, that was it? They helped her because she was the new Queen, the bride for the Demon King, Bastion. A simple courtesy and nothing more. Most likely they'd treat her differently once she arrived, when threat of the Demon King's disapproval was gone. The King, Bastion, was probably waiting at the entrance to the monster city. He'd want to see her, of course, and make certain Glenwood hadn't sent him some frail excuse for a woman.
And, really, if anything, Solace wasn't frail, so she didn't expect to disappoint him in those regards. She wore a ragged dress colored in a simple brown, and she was in a constant state of hunger because she never knew when she'd eat her next meal, but she was strong enough. She knew how to work and had spent her fair share of time cleaning. More voluptuous than muscular, but she could hold her own. And, despite everyone in Glenwood mocking her, she thought she looked pretty. Her hands were too calloused, but she had lovely honey blonde hair that ended in curls and the rest of her skin was soft and supple.
Not that anyone could see that beneath her dress. Except the Demon King might want to? She blushed at the thought of it. Wasn't that his right, though? As her husband obviously he'd want to see her body. And on their wedding night it was essentially a requirement. Would he find her attractive, though? Adequate? Since he was a demon, he probably had different ideas on what qualified a woman's beauty, and really, no one had ever called Solace beautiful to begin with, so she doubted he would. She liked to think she was, some prize hiding beneath a rough exterior and waiting for her one true love, but...
No longer. That wasn't to be. She was the Demon King's now, his wife, his possession. It didn't matter what he thought of her just so long as he accepted her as Glenwood's peace offering.
The idea scared her. She didn't want to be just a thing, an item to be owned.
"You slow," Crunch said.
"Yeah," Gronch agreed. He picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder.
Solace squeaked. "Excuse me!"
"Shh. Quiet. I carry."
"I don't think I need to be carried."
"No worries, Solace," Crunch said. "Gronch don't mind. He strong."
"It's not a matter of..."
(You can find the rest of this story here: Spark of Hope: The Monster Within )
Other Writing by Cerys du Lys
His Absolute Conditions
His Absolute Requirements
His Absolute Instructions
His Absolute Orders
His Absolute Desires
His Absolute Indulgence
His Absolute Impulse
His Absolute Passion
His Absolute Devotion
Princess Miri
Princess Miri's Wet Sticky Mess
Princess Miri's Naughty Notion
Princess Miri - Allysin's Sexy Side Story
Princess Miri's Indecent Desires
Princess Miri's Deviant Display
Princess Miri's Reluctant Confession
Spark of Hope: The Monster Within
Bolt of Trust: The Monster Within
Breath of Bliss: The Monster Within
Drop of Doubt: The Monster Within
Phantom Summoners - Intensely Eager Imp
The Prince's Pet
Hunted by the Beast
Claimed by the Beast
Taken by the Beast
Used by the Beast
Bargain with the Wolf
Moonlight Secret
Midnight Secret
Vanima's Messy Mix Up
Vanima's Dirty Dilemma
Dominant Dreams
Tart
Caitlyn St. Cyr
Burning Need
Sex Kitten
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About the Author
Cerys lives in the Greater Boston area in a small town in New Hampshire. She spends her days writing, reading, learning, and working. Some of her most favorite activities involve understanding and learning about the human psychology.
She enjoys pondering sexuality and human response to it. Most of her writing delves into this in some way, exploring reactions and relationships between different people. While she enjoys writing erotica, her goal is to also keep a certain literary appeal to the writing instead of something purely pornographic.
She prefers fantasy settings, with magic, monsters, intrigue, and epic adventures. Most of her writing includes some, or all, of these things.
Check out more from Cerys du Lys (here).
Afterwords
If you have any questions about this story, or requests for a future addition, feel free to email them to [email protected] . I can't promise a response to every single one, nor can I say that requests will be fulfilled, but everything will be read.
Table of Contents
Soulless (A Zombie Erotic Romance)
Midpoint
