by Cynthia Sax
“If you return, and Globum is there, he’ll kill you, and there will be no one to rescue Miss Keisha, will there?” Thorne’s logic made sense, but it didn’t ease Pierce’s anxiety. Keisha was alone and needed him. “Two more minutes.”
The next two minutes were the longest of Pierce’s life. “Destroy the dagger, Thorne,” he instructed when the time had finally come to cross over. He peeled off his clothes, standing in front of an unseeing Keisha. If the goblin was there, they’d have to fuck fast, giving Keisha the physical connection she needed, and get the hell out of there. “…if we don’t come back.”
“I will.” Thorne’s voice faded as Pierce shifted fully into mist form. “Eventually.”
Pierce shrugged away the worry Thorne’s conditional agreement caused him, concentrating on finding Keisha. Guards were positioned outside the treasure room. They’d expected him to return. He hesitated. Globum’s goblins were quick, and would capture him before he fully connected with Keisha. He needed a distraction and -- he grinned -- there was no bigger distraction than himself.
He split into two. One half passed before the guards. The goblins looked at him and then at each other, before leaving their positions to chase him. The remaining part of his mist swept under the door.
Keisha sat on the cold floor, looking so lost and forlorn that he wanted to call out to her, but he couldn’t. Globum would hear any words spoken. Instead, he wrapped around her, stroking her, touching her, comforting her.
“You came back.” She sighed, arching into his touch. “I knew you would.”
There was a noise outside the door. The other half of his mist had dissipated, rejoining his, the molecules spreading so thinly that the guards could no longer see them. The guards would return to their posts. They might open the door, so he had to be quick.
Pierce pushed Keisha onto her back, hastily stripping her of her clothes, and covered her with a body resembling his human form. She gasped at the rough treatment, and he surged into her mouth, filling it with mist. He plunged in and out, in and out, sucking up her moisture, nibbling on tiny tastes of her, adding it to his mist.
In this dimension, he felt her, all of her, against all of him. He had never experienced anything like it with any other being, and he couldn’t get enough of her.
He couldn’t savor the moment. He heard growling at the door. Had Globum found out the guards had left their stations?
Pierce pulled Keisha toward the other dimension, but their connection wasn’t yet strong enough, and she didn’t move. He needed to touch more of her, quickly. Continuing to explore her mouth, he pried Keisha’s clenched thighs apart. They hadn’t much time. She required a cock, his cock, inside her, and he longed for the warm wetness of her pussy. He probed between her pussy lips, positioning his cock at the entrance of her tight hole, and thrust with all the power of his mist.
She cried out, bucking upward, and he drove into her again, harder, smacking her ass against the stone. They struggled for dominance. She pushed up, trying to quicken his pace, and he flattened her body with his thrusts, capturing her between his hard body and the even harder floor.
They fucked fiercely, madly; the small room filling with their sounds. Pierce grunted with each push. Keisha panted, her mouth taking more and more of his mist. The slapping of flesh against stone punctuated each surge of his cock. As they connected, soul to soul, body to body, Pierce tugged on Keisha, pulling her farther and farther into the human dimension.
When the door finally opened, Globum’s furious face blurred from view. There was darkness, and then the dim lighting of the warehouse, but Pierce’s relief was superseded by the joy of their fucking. Keisha was under him, laid out in all her naked glory, his mist securing her wrists and ankles, her beautiful face strained with her rising passion. He pumped into her, driving his cock farther and farther into her snug channel until each thrust squeezed his balls. She was back, she was safe, and she felt so damn good. He clenched his teeth, willing himself not to come first.
He snapped his hips, rotating them in a circular motion, grinding her ass into the warehouse floor. Keisha screamed. “Pierce!” She flew against him, her breasts flattening against his chest, her pussy vibrating around his cock.
It was too much for Pierce. “Keisha!” He added her name to his, surging forward, releasing his worries, his love, his cum into her trembling body. “Keisha,” he mumbled into her neck.
“I’m here. You saved me.” She clutched him to her, her fingers threading through his hair.
“I’m here also.” A deep voice banished all intimacy.
Pierce raised his head. Thorne sat in a folding chair, his gun over one shoulder, flipping the dagger into the air and catching it. “Fuck.”
“That it was.” Thorne grinned. “A glorious fuck. Y’all put on quite a show. I was tempted to join in.”
“Like hell.” Pierce glowered at his friend, as Keisha stiffened under him. “I don’t share. Find your own woman.”
“Perhaps I will.” Thorne stood, tucking the dagger into his belt. “What was the name of that coffee place you met Miss Keisha at?”
“Café Midnight.” Pierce covered as much of Keisha’s naked body as possible. Sending Thorne on the impossible task of finding another Keisha would give them some much-needed privacy.
“Café Midnight.” The big man nodded. “I’ll get us all coffees and meet you back at your place, unless I get lucky.” He walked away, chuckling.
“Quick. Hand me my phone.” Keisha reached out her hand.
The phone had fallen out of her pants pocket. Pierce picked it up, dusting off the grime of the warehouse floor, and handed it to her. “Who do you have to call?”
Keisha pressed two buttons. Whoever she was calling must have been programmed in. “I’m ensuring we have the day to ourselves.” She held up a finger. “Yes, it’s me. I know. I’ve been busy. Remember what we were talking about last week? Yes, yes, that’s the conversation. I’m thinking you need to check out that new coffee shop, Café Midnight… right now. Yes, now. You won’t regret it.”
Cynthia Sax
Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren’t all bad, angels aren’t all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever.
Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research. He receives a daily briefing on what every character is doing. You can also learn what Cynthia Sax’s characters are doing by visiting her website at www.CynthiaSax.com or emailing her directly at [email protected].
