Conquering Lyssa

by Jaden Sinclair

  Her hair was wet, a towel wrapped around her body as well, and she leaned up against the doorframe slightly bent over and breathing fast. Oh, the scent that came from her, it really did test him to a point that he bit the inside of his mouth just to still the animal. He must’ve made some kind of sound because she jumped and looked up. Panic was clearly in her eyes, that and maybe a bit of pain.

  “What’re you doing here?” she demanded, trying to straighten up and hold the knot of her towel.

  “Just thought I’d come and check up on you.”

  “I don’t need anything. I’m fine.”

  “Really?”

  Lyssa opened her mouth and ended up bending back over, groaning. “Go away!” She panted.

  “Why?”

  “Because you’re making it worse.”

  “Is that so?”

  “Please don’t do this to me.” She groaned and slowly slid down to the floor.

  “I’m not doing anything to you. I’m just lying here, hands to myself.”

  She shook her head. “You’re such a bastard.”

  “I did try to tell you what it was going to be like this month. You didn’t want to listen to me.”

  “Get out!” she yelled, coming back up to her feet.

  “Don’t want to.”

  She surprised him by walked up to the bed. “I said leave.”

  Daxis’s gaze roamed up her body. He even licked his lips before reaching her eyes. He opened his mouth to tell her no again, but stopped. Her breathing picked up, her nose flared and small drops of sweat fell down the side of her face. He affected her, just by standing next to the bed. Even her hands were starting to shake.

  “Why fight it?” he finally asked. “All you have to do is reach out, touch me, and that pain you’re feeling will go away.” She closed her eyes and shook her head now. He swung his legs over to her side, spread them and sat on the edge of the bed right in front of her. “Take what you need.”

  “I can’t,” she whispered.

  “Yes, you can. Don’t be stubborn. You want to. Your own inner animal is screaming for it.” God but he wanted to touch her. “Lyssa, open your eyes.” She did and he saw the glazed over lust as well as need in them. “Reach out and touch me.”

  A single tear slipped from her eye and then with one shaking hand, she reached out. It felt like forever just waiting for that hand to touch him. He almost hissed with pleasure when it landed on his chest, flat. He could almost feel the tremors in her hand.

  “Now what do you feel?” he asked.

  “I—I don’t know,” she breathed out. “It’s strange.”

  “The other one.”

  Her other hand left the knot at her breasts to join the one on his chest. She shivered. “I—I can’t explain it.”

  “Then don’t. Just do what feels right. Do what you need to do to ease the burn inside.”

  The way she frowned at him had Daxis thinking that she was going to pull away from him. What she did do shocked the hell right out of him.

  Lyssa lunged at him, which ended up pushing him down on the bed. She came over him, took hold of his face and kissed him hard. He kissed her back and started to wrap his arms around her body, only to have her push them away. She pinned them both up over his head, then let his lips go to lick and suck on his neck, moving down.

  Daxis lay there, watching her as she moved down to his chest. Now it was his turn to start to breathe hard and fast as well as fight to keep his own control. This was her time, and she needed to do what she wanted in order to ease her burn.

  At a nipple, she flicked her tongue over one, then sucked hard on it. He hissed then and arched up to the pleasure. When she bit him, he growled low.

  Lower she moved to his waist. She yanked open his towel and hot fingers started to tease at his cock. He stared up at the ceiling while those fingers teased the flesh, closed around the base and began moving up and down slowly. When he felt hot breath touch the head, Daxis sat up, grabbed her by the arms and quickly flipped her onto her back on the bed with him now hovering over her.

  “Not yet with that,” he told her. “Now it’s my turn to ease you the right way.”

  Bending over, he used his teeth and pulled the towel free of her body. Still no hands, using only his face, he rubbed one cheek on her hard nipple. Lyssa gasped.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it? Just one little touch and you instantly want more.”

  Her cheeks were flushed and she seemed to be panting. Even her eyes looked glazed over more than before, and from the strength of her scent, he’d guess that she was now in her full-blown cycle.

  Daxis raised up on his hands, head down. He licked just the nipples, then a little between her breasts, then down over her belly, moving lower. To the floor he went, kneeling down. Taking both of her legs, he rubbed his face on the inside of one thigh. Her skin was hot to the touch. Draping both legs over his shoulders he skimmed his hands down her legs to her hips, took her ass into his hands, one cheek in each, then pulled her close, right to the edge of the bed. He felt as if he was on fire and just as hot as what her skin felt under his hand.

  Foreplay seemed to be out of the question right then. No point in even trying to ease her into anything really. Lowering his head, he licked the folds of her sex and moaned low and deep at the exquisite taste that greeted his tongue. Another lick and he heard the sharp intake of air into lungs coming from her. A moan from him, and Daxis dove in like a man starved for a treat he hadn’t had in a very long time.

  He licked, he sucked, then plunged his tongue into the depth of what felt like her soul. When he closed his lips on her swollen clit and pulled, Lyssa screamed and climaxed. Her whole body shook, knees tightened around his head, and still he sucked on her. He just couldn’t seem to get enough of her taste. He felt starved and only she could still the hunger inside him.

  He was just about to slip fingers into her, to bring on another orgasm when she somehow managed to pull away from him. Daxis frowned, looked up and said nothing as she quickly came up to her knees, breathing hard. Their eyes locked and he stood up. Once he did, she went to him, hand going around the base of his cock again and this time her mouth quickly sucked the head inside.

  He hissed, then moaned as she sucked only on the head, teasing it with her tongue. On her knees, bent over, Lyssa took from him, just as he told her to. Biting his lower lip, Daxis bent over to give her backside a small bite before rubbing her back, then sliding his hand down all the way, reaching between her legs once more. She surprised him by parting her legs, letting him touch her. As she sucked on his cock, he played with her pussy, pushing two fingers in as deep as he could. With a moan from her, more of his cock went into her mouth and he almost lost it when he touched the back of her throat. That was enough for him to pull away from her before he came right then.

  A push from him, and Lyssa fell backwards. Daxis crawled back onto the bed and was starting to position himself between her legs when she shoved him back. He went falling to his back and she was instantly on top of him once more.

  Again their eyes locked, and then she reached down, under him, took his shaft and placed it right at the core of her sex. Daxis slowly reached up to her hips and parted his legs a bit more. With a nod from him, she lowered herself down and her eyes closed as well.

  “Sweet, fucking mercy,” Daxis growled.

  The heat that wrapped around his cock was nothing he could have ever prepared himself for. And neither was her need and urgency. The mere second she had all of him deep inside her she moved and moved fast and hard.

  Like one might ride a horse or more like run one, Lyssa took him just like that. She moved her hips fast, back arched and mouth open with eyes still closed. Hands were gripping tight to his legs as she moved and all Daxis did was fist his hands into the bedding and try like hell to hold back his climax.

  “Tou—touch me,” she panted. “I—I hurt.”

  And he knew just where she might hurt. Daxis sat up and closed both hands on
her breasts. He gave the nipples a hard squeeze, which he felt on his cock. When he squeezed them, she squeezed his cock.

  “You keep that up, and I’m going to come real fast,” he told her. She did it again. “You little shit.”

  He bent over and gave a nipple a nip and that trigged it for both of them. Lyssa cried out, slammed herself hard on him and contracted around his cock. Daxis didn’t hold back either. He squeezed both breasts and put his face between them both. As her pussy contracted, it felt as if it milked his own orgasm. He pulsated with each contraction from her and strangely enough, when he had no more seed to give, his damn cock still contracted.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, dropping down on the bed, spread out under her, breathing hard, eyes closed. “Shit, don’t move. Please don’t move yet.”

  “What, can’t go again?” she asked, sounding like she was out of breath now.

  Daxis opened one eye to look at her. He was still hard inside her and her need was still there. Sitting up, he turned her around, held her up enough to tease her some with his cock this time.

  “Oh baby, I can go again. I can go as many times as you need.” He rubbed the head of his cock up and down the wet slit. “You ready for round two?”

  She reached back with both arms and grabbed his hair, pulling it hard. He hissed, and then slammed her down, filling her with each thick inch of his flesh he had to give. Daxis wrapped one arm around her chest, filling the hand with a breast. He also moved her arm just so he could lick and suck on the mark upon her shoulder.

  “Bounce,” he ordered her.

  She did, and he moaned low in her hear. Reaching around with his other hand, he found her clit and started to rub it fast. He also gave it a slap, and that one slap had her climaxing.

  “Not yet,” he said as she started to collapse. Taking hold of her hips, he moved her hard and fast. He slammed her up and down on him, hissing at the intense and raw sensations and pleasure that raced through him. He only did this a few times before her moans turned into screams.

  Another orgasm hit and this time he bit her shoulder at the same time. That got a hard pull at his hair, which he didn’t mind. Before she came down from the high, he flipped them both over and had her on her hands and knees. His hands grasped her hips and Daxis took her hard, biting his lip again to hold back his own release just a bit longer.

  It wasn’t meant to be.

  One hard slam and his body took over. His seed shot from him in mind-blowing waves, stealing his breath. Holding her ass tight against him, he arched back and yelled, shaking at each pulse of seed that left his body.

  When the climax finally ended, together they dropped down on the bed, trying to catch their breath. Daxis didn’t think he could move. He lay on his back, staring at nothing, working to get his body under control.

  Then Lyssa moaned.

  That one little sound from her and his body responded. He got hard, another wave of energy seemed to hit him, and before he could think twice he was rolling towards her, then on top of her. Legs parted for hips, and with ease Daxis slipped right back inside her.

  Eyes closed, hands pressed into the mattress, he moved his hips steady. In and out, hissing every so often when she would nip at his throat, then lick.

  She dug her nails into his back, knees gripped his hips tightly and hips bucked up to match his thrust. She bit him hard on his chest and he picked up the pace. Those nails at his back scratched all the way down to his ass, cutting the skin. His response was to move faster, harder. To give her what little amount of energy he had left to give her. In the end, it wasn’t enough.

  Lyssa pushed and had him flipped back over on his back quickly. Hands now on her legs, he looked up at her. She still had the need written all over her face. Eyes were still glazed over and she looked drained, as he imagined he looked, as exhaustion set in. She arched back, hands on his legs, and moved fast upon him. She rode him like her very life might depend on it.

  Daxis reached up over his head and grabbed the bedding. He held on, bucking under her, eyes closed, biting his lower lip at the intense pleasure. Every nerve ending in his body seemed to be screaming and in tune with her. The old saying about hurting so good came to him, and he knew this would be the last ride from him tonight. His body wouldn’t be able to go on any longer. He prayed silently that his heat didn’t last as long as hers was. Already he feared she might make him so sore he wouldn’t be walking straight when it was all over.

  “Shit, shit, shit, shit...” He started to pant with each hard slam she gave him. “Lyssa, shit, Lyssa, oh fuck!” he yelled the last and exploded at the same time. Nothing could hold it back or stop it.

  It triggered Lyssa’s climax. She slammed down hard one last time and cried out. The contractions around his shaft only heightened his own pleasure to such a heightened point that Daxis wasn’t sure if he could handle it or not. Then again, he didn’t have much of a choice.

  Lyssa dropped down on top of him and there they stayed, in that position, for a very long time. When she moved from on top of him to his side, curled up with back to him, he didn’t know. Spent with the sheet over his waist, Daxis simply passed out.

  Chapter Seven

  Lyssa woke to a loud boom. Sitting up some in bed, looking over her shoulder, lighting flashed into her face and following it thunder. Turning a bit she saw Daxis in bed with her, sleeping on his stomach with the sheet barely covering him, his back looking like some animal attacked it.

  Covering her mouth with her hand so she wouldn’t make any kind of sound, she stared at him a bit longer then turned back and sat up. With each movement she made she looked at him, making sure that she didn’t wake him. Man was she sore. Sore in places where she didn’t even think she should be sore.

  Carefully she slipped from the bed and prayed that her legs would hold her up. She felt so weak, so used that tears came to her eyes. With each step she took towards the bathroom she was reminded of what had happened between them.

  Thunder boomed again and she jumped with it. Looking again at the bed, Daxis didn’t move. That gave her some hope. Not turning on the light she grabbed her robe, slipped it on and held back the groan of discomfort from her movements. Once she had it on, she walked as quietly as she could towards the door, and slipped out, closing it behind her.

  The house was dark and quiet; the only light was the flashing from the lightening as she walked down the hall to his bedroom where her clothes were.

  In his bathroom, she cleaned up then looked at herself naked in the mirror and almost fell to the floor. Bruises were all over her body, answering the question as to why she was so damn sore. Finger bruises were on both breasts, more at her hips, and the mark on her shoulder that had fresh bite marks was now bruising as well. The sight had tears falling down her face.

  She stood staring at herself a bit longer then turned and went in search of some clothes. Most of what was sent was now hanging in the closet. She slipped into some cut off sweats that she’d turned into shorts and then a tight tank top. Lyssa also put a baggy t-shirt on and then slipped into some sneakers. Then before leaving the room, she wrote a small note to Daxis, leaving it on the nightstand next to his bed.

  Leaving the bedroom as quietly as she went in, she walked to the stairs and down quickly, to the front door. Opening it up she was hesitant when the rain started falling once more into a heavy downpour that would clearly drench her. But she wasn’t going to be swayed. She had to get away; had to leave before he really hurt her during his heat. If he bruised her this bad during her cycle, what would he do to her when his time came? It was a question to which she didn’t want to find the answer.

  Taking a deep breath, Lyssa went into the rain, into the night. About ten steps into it and she took off running. Where to, she had no clue. One thing for sure was that she couldn’t go home. Her father would just send her back, and not to mention the shame to the family for her leaving.

  Pushing it all aside, Lyssa ran and ran as fast as she could. She lost herse
lf into the night, into the rain, and prayed that nothing bad would happen to her.

  * * * *

  What woke Daxis from deep sleep, he didn’t know. Opening his eyes, he stayed still, listening, waiting for all of his senses to wake up and for his brain to tell him why. Lighting flashed into his eyes and thunder shook the house. Rain pelted the window and he turned his head to the left, in the direction of Lyssa. Only she wasn’t there.

  “Lyssa?” he called out, pushing up, then rushing to his feet.

  Frowning, he walked to the bathroom and pushed the door open. The room was dark, but her robe was missing. Not understanding where she might be, he turned and left the bedroom, going out into the hall and stopping. Sniffing, he could pick up her scent, and it seemed to come from the direction of his room. Still not understanding why she might’ve went in there, he started for his room, and with each step he took, his gut began to drop.

  “Lyssa?” he called out again, pushing his own door open. The bathroom light was on, so he went towards it and knocked. “You okay?” No answer. “Lyssa?” Opening the door, he was shocked to find it empty. Her robe was on the floor as well as a wet towel. So she came in here to clean up. Strange.

  Turning away from the bathroom with the thought to head down stairs and see if she might be in the kitchen something caught his eye. A note, on the nightstand. Going up to it, picking it up, he read it and then lost it.

  I’m sorry Daxis. I can’t do this. Lyssa.

  Daxis dropped the letter and rushed from the room, down the stairs and to the front door. He yanked it open, rain hitting him in the face. “Lyssa!” he yelled as loud as he could.

  * * * *

  Lyssa hugged herself as she walked down the dark street alone, the rain beating down on her head. Cold and numb, she walked not really paying any attention as to where she was going and she had no clue as to what she was going to do either. What she did know was that she couldn’t go home. Her father would just send her back without even bothering hearing why she left in the first place.