by C. R. Moss
After several long up and down sweeps to Jack’s cock, Kol flicked his tip with his thumb, then glanced up. “Ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever—” Jack sucked in a stream of air as the man latched onto him and engulfed his full length in his warm, moist mouth. Kol’s head bobbed up and down, his tongue tantalizing him, the hairs on the top of Kol’s head tickling his lower abdomen. He couldn’t help but moan.
One word kept running through his head … wow. It wasn’t like he hadn’t ever been blown before by some amazing mouths, but what the man between his legs was doing topped them all. Desire pulsed through the rigid flesh of his cock. Each stroke of lips, every lick of his tongue sent a thrill of ecstasy up and down his body.
If Kol was this good with his mouth and on his knees… My God, what would he be like in bed? The thought made his sac tighten. His cock throbbed with the steady build up that happened just before release.
“Kol,” the word came out as a breath.
The dancer removed his mouth and sat back. “I’d love to take what’s going on between us further if you’re up for it.”
Further. Pretty sure Kol meant sex, he glanced down at the man who appeared eager but patient. Am I up for it? Jack’s cock twitched, an indication that part of him was. But did the rest of him feel the same way?
A breeze blew across them. The scents of sandy earth and sage filled his nostrils. His skin cooled and tingled from the airy caress. The answer came to him, and it was yes. He wanted Kol’s warmth and his touch. “Yes, okay.” Jack swallowed hard. “Let’s go for it.”
“Fantastic.” Kol hopped to his feet. “I promise that if you’re uncomfortable we can stop at any time.” He held out his hand to Jack.
Jack threaded his fingers in his and stood. Kol led him over to an extra-large lounge chair and directed him to sit on it. He was glad the material that made up the cushions of the outdoor furniture was cloth and not vinyl. Less chance of his ass sticking to it all.
“Will you suck me, Jack?” Kol palmed his cock, presenting it to him.
He blinked. “Um… Well, when you said take it further, I thought you meant—”
“You thought I meant that we’d just fuck.” Kol laughed, bent forward and placed a hard, quick kiss on his mouth. When he pulled away, he kept his face a couple inches from Jack’s. “If you’re not ready to taste me yet, that’s all right. But tell me, what do you want Mr. Jack Vorst?”
“I want your warmth and touch. I want…” Jack wasn’t sure if it was the morning sun adding to the heat in his body or Kol’s proximity or if it was a combination of both. Either way it seemed to be addling his mind and stopping him from voicing his thoughts.
“Yes?”
Jack swallowed again, took the moment to gather his courage, then blurted out the statement that summed up his deepest desire. “I want you to make love to me.”
Kol’s eyes darkened. Once more his mouth swept over Jack’s, capturing his face in his hands and probing his tongue within. His demanding lip lock reignited the simmering fire in him to a full blaze. Reciprocating the urgent kiss, Jack growled low in his throat and gripped Kol’s ass cheeks.
The dancer trailed his lips and tongue along Jack’s jaw to his ear. “I’m going to lube you up and fuck you. I’ll feel you around me as I pleasure you like you haven’t been pleasured in ages. And, like I said, we can always stop if you need to, though I hope that once I get going you won’t want to.”
Feeling a crazy mix of anticipation and fear of the unknown, all Jack could do was nod.
Kol pushed him back onto the lounge and crawled over top of him. He kissed Jack’s chin as he squeezed his breasts. “Oh God, Jack, I can’t wait. I wanted to spend a leisurely time with you, exploring each other’s bodies, loving you over and over again, but…” With a snap of his long fingers, he conjured a lotion tube and a condom packet. After he sheathed his cock and put a gel-like substance on the ends of a couple of his fingers, he instructed Jack to spread and lift his bent legs in the air.
The position was a bit awkward, reminded him of a frog on its back, but once Kol touched his puckered hole and eased one slicked finger then another into his ass, all qualms about comfort and awkwardness left his mind. He’d become one raging hormone.
Kol plunged his fingers in and out, circled the area between his balls and hole with his thumb, and with his other hand he grasped and lightly stroked his cock. To him it seemed Kol was coaxing and caressing him as if they’d been lovers forever and not just one morning.
“I think you’re good and ready for me now.” Kol removed his hands and positioned himself between Jack’s legs.
The covered tip of Kol’s cock poked at his sphincter, then edged in a little. The dancer wrapped his arms under Jack’s knees, which helped him relax, and the moment he let go of the tension in his lower body, Kol slowly inserted himself.
Against his will, Jack moaned at the intrusion.
The dancer paused. “Are you all right? Did I hurt you?”
“Yes and no,” Jack ground out as he observed the feelings coursing through him.
“Okay. But you let me know if something’s up.” Kol slid out part way, took a deep breath, then eased back in.
Jack couldn’t quite explain the sensations running through his body as Kol worked his ass. On the one hand having a cock in him felt completely strange—after all, until now, it’d been an exit only—but it wasn’t bad, not in a moralistic way at least. On the other hand, being fucked in this manner and having it feel weird added to the enjoyment. The act seemed so primal, so hot … so right. Pleasurable groans, mutters and whimpers, noises that he didn’t even know he could create, escaped him.
“That’s it, love. Let go to the experience. Let it take over.”
Kol’s melted chocolate voice soothed his soul, and his pumping brought him to the pinnacle. Before Jack could stop it, he came and a moment later Kol stiffened, then collapsed on top of him.
Jack wrapped his arms around him. “Wow. I didn’t know that could feel so good.”
“Makes you wonder why you waited so long to appease your curiosity?”
“You could say that.” Jack shifted bringing Kol with him so they were both on their sides. “This is probably super bad timing, but I have to ask… Have you and Kristina been together outside of the room?”
Kol ran his fingers along Jack’s hip. “If you’re asking if we’ve had sex, yes we have. Jealous?”
Jack thought a moment. The idea of Kristina with another man would normally have had him roaring and fighting for her. Yet in this circumstance, the fact that she was with Kol just seemed right. “A bit, but I shouldn’t be because that’d be hypocritical now, wouldn’t it?”
“Yes, it would.” Kol quickly pressed his lips to his forehead. “I’d like to know if you could ever love me and also ask you to stay here with me, be my life partner, Jack.”
Shocked, Jack let go of him and sat up. “I don’t know. I think the answer would be no, Kol. I like you and all. You’re turning out to be a decent guy, but I have a life, a career I love back in the city. Vic and his wife are probably going crazy wondering where Kristina and I are as it is.”
“All right then.” The dancer stood and changed back into beast form. “And, speaking of our girl, I hate to say this cause I like being out here with you, but it’s time to go back.”
Chapter Eight
Kristina glanced at Jack, trussed up on the rack again and sleeping as if he hadn’t a worry in the world. He and Kol had been gone for quite a while that morning, then the moment they returned, Kol waved his hand, Jack dropped into a deep slumber and was confined to the contraption. Kol was one strong dude. She’d even been on the end of his brute strength a time or two when she made her escape attempts. Like earlier.
It wasn’t that she disliked his company or the kinky way he held her captive in his home, she did. She also didn’t mean to get into or cause trouble, and she did want to please Kol, but she wanted to leave because she really
missed her apartment, her friends, her job and being alone with Jack. If the beast asked her one more time if she’d stay, it was possible she’d lose her mind and tell him off. Yet she knew that wouldn’t be good. He’d warned her that him being mad wasn’t a good thing.
Kol cleared his throat. She looked to the beast. He held up the up the special nipple clamps—a pair of gold, spring jaw clamps with shiny beads dangling from their ends—and the soft leather lead he liked to use on her when he took her out of the room. She loved those clamps, just enough bite and pain to be utterly pleasurable.
“I have a surprise for you today,” he stated as he removed her from her imprisonment, released her ‘everyday’ clamps and screwed on the others to her erect nipples.
She sucked in a thin stream of air as the pinching of the clamps sent electric shocks through her breasts. “Oh, really now. Can you give me a hint?”
“All I can say is it’ll be something you’ll enjoy.” He attached a chain between the clamps and then the lead to that and tugged. “Come, dear.”
He led her up to the main floor, then up another flight of stairs and took her to what she assumed was his master suite. The grand room was decorated just as she imagined a rich man’s room would be—dark furniture, thick drapes, four-poster bed. On the far side of the room, a fire roared in the fireplace, in front of it laid a fur rug and near that was an over-sized claw foot bathtub.
At the tub, she gazed down at the mounds of fluffy white bubbles. How he managed to get them like that when there was no running water to the tub, she wasn’t sure, but she also didn’t care. He’d made her a bath. A relaxing bath was one of her favorite indulgences. She hadn’t unwound in one in ages.
“Thank you, Kol. This looks absolutely wonderful.” She sighed. “Do I smell roses?”
“You’re welcome, my dear. And, yes, I scented the water with a few drops of rose oil.”
“Lovely.” Kristina pointed at the tub. “May I?”
Kol removed the clamps. “Please, before the water gets cold.”
Kristina stepped into the water and settled within the liquid’s embrace until it was up to the middle of her throat. Closing her eyes, she sighed again.
“Kristina, dear, sit up. I want to see your breasts as you bathe.”
Slowly, she rose up. The water swished over her. Bubbles slid upon her skin, fizzing and popping in sensual movement as she repositioned her body so that her breasts appeared just above the foamy blanket. “Why haven’t you changed into your human form? Aren’t you going to join me?”
The beast shook his head. “Not this time. Right now I don’t have the energy to change and play.” With a claw tipped finger, he gently swiped away the bubbles lingering on her mounds and her areolas. “There. That’s better.” He took his place behind her and began brushing her hair.
Kristina closed her eyes again, relaxing to the warm water cocooning her and the sweep of the brush through her long locks. She loved when others brushed her hair and enjoyed being pampered. I could get used to this. It’d be great to stay, continue participating in Kol’s kinky ways, lounge around and be indulged. That was if she could wrap her mind around the idea of staying. Shifting and turning in the tub, she wondered what was going through his mind and decided to press the issue.
He let her locks flow through his fingers and cascade down. “Yes? Water getting cold?”
“No. The water is fine. I’m just puzzled.”
“About what, dear?”
She stared up at him, caught and entranced by his gaze. Was he enchanting her and Jack? Is that why they were succumbing to his wiles? He’d done it to his house, which is why she couldn’t just poof out of it. Kol also used some kind of magic to put them to sleep and in the beginning of their visit when he’d read their minds. It wouldn’t surprise her if there was some low-level sorcery going on all the time. “About why you want us here and what you’re doing to us.”
“Ah. Let’s move before the fire first.” Kol held up a long bath towel.
After rising and stepping out of the envelope of warm water, he wrapped her in the covering. The thick, soft material caressed her skin like a velvet glove. Desire pulsed in her veins, but concentrating on his fiendish form, she pushed the feelings aside for the moment.
He morphed into his human form, gathered her in his arms and carried her to the fur carpet in front of the hearth. As they settled, he placed her across his lap, stroking her hair with one hand and parting the edges of the towel at her legs with her other.
“What are you doing, Kol?”
Kol leaned toward her, his kissable lips close to, but not touching, hers. “I’m going to pleasure you, my dear.”
“But what about—”
“Shh… Just enjoy.” His lips feathered hers as his hand slid between her legs, a finger entering her pussy. He worked her clit with the ball of his thumb and probed her canal in time with his tongue snaking in and out of her mouth.
Flashes of electric stimulations bolted throughout her body. She tensed, not wanting to give in to the pending climax and orgasm—afraid that if she did let go and enjoy the erotic release, she’d lose more of her soul and mind to the beast.
“Don’t fight it, my beautiful Kristina. Come for me.”
Kristina shook her head, but her body turned traitor, overriding her logic. The turbulence of her passion arched through her, leaving her a quivering mess in his arms.
Kol removed his hand. “Can’t you ever love me?” he asked once she calmed and regained her bearing. “Please say you’ll stay here with me. Be my life partner, Kristina.”
“Oh, Kol. I wish I could, but—”
“Stop. Don’t say anymore. I know you’ll only tell me what you’ve been telling me all along.” A chill layered his words. Slowly, he transformed back into his beast persona and released her. His odd nostrils flared, and he glowered at her. Kol’s expression clouded as if he fought a storm brewing within him, and his eyes darkened to two inky black beads.
Her stomach clenched. Panic welled within her, causing her blood to run cold. She didn’t want him to be mad, but she also couldn’t retract her words and feel something she didn’t. “I’m sorry, Kol.”
In an instant, his demeanor changed, replaced with a glazed look of despair. “You’re sorry,” he repeated in a quiet voice. “I need to go think.” Waving a hand in the air, he said, “Sleep.”
She fell over in a deep slumber.
Elinor… The dark elf…
Back in the grand manor of the elves of the high mountain forest, she watched the young maiden in an intimate embrace with the dark one. He had her sequestered in a private alcove within the shadows of an abandoned hall. They were kissing, fondling each other. The elf lifted up her dress, seeming to have one goal in mind.
Kristina didn’t believe he was forcing himself on her. To the contrary, the maiden appeared to be a very willing participant, yet the whole situation didn’t feel right to her. To be bonded to a dark elf even if he was strikingly handsome? It wouldn’t bode well for Elinor. She called out in hopes to warn the young woman. Neither acknowledged her cry.
A sharp pain in Kristina’s side had her collapsing to the stone floor and squeezing her eyes shut to block out the pain. Once the stabbing sensations passed and she was able to breathe again without issue, she slowly opened her eyes. Gone was the mansion. In its place was a small cottage in the middle of the woods.
Elinor, looking frazzled and upset, stood at the doorway with a little girl who had hair just like her mother’s. The girl laughed as Elinor wagged a finger at her.
Kristina moved closer to the duo, hoping to catch what Elinor said.
“I know you’re lonely and wish for friends. It’s my fault we live so far from town. I shouldn’t have stayed so long with the elves, but they seemed so fond of me and had pleaded for me to stay. Who was I to refuse them? And that dark elf…” The maiden, now several years older, shook her head. “Good thing they filled my pockets with gold before I left. Who would
have guessed that in the time I was gone both master and mistress would have passed away, and I would have been cast out of my village.” She sat on the stoop and pulled the girl onto her lap. “It was due to the elves generosity I was able to buy this bit of land and cottage. I’m thankful because otherwise I don’t know how I would have been able to take care of you. But please, Kristina, I’m begging you, stop getting into mischief. I can’t keep paying for livestock and other items when you decide you’re bored and go out and cause trouble.”
Kristina sank to the ground. Mother. Elinor was her mother. Could the dark elf be her father? Yes. She knew it the first time she’d seen him. My parents.
More memories flooded her mind as her deepest desire—wanting to know about who she was and her past—came true. She’d been a troublesome elf most of her life, delighting in disorder. It wasn’t until one night she and some other human delinquents mistakenly set fire to a couple of houses in a village. That was when her father finally appeared in her life, not to lend a parental hand to her mother to help discipline her but to send her to the FEC—the Fairy Elven Council. That was where she was judged, sentenced and remanded to a man for punishment. That was where she’d learned to like bondage.
No wonder Santa hadn’t wanted to tell her anything.
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Once more Jack dreamt, finding himself in the winter wonderland. The young girl he’d found praying was still sitting on the ground looking up at him and assuring him she was comfortable.
He didn’t understand. He knew most humans were weak, only a few were good and kind, but none could remain in the cold, combat the power of his frost. After all, he was the king of winter.
“Are you sure you are all right, fair one?”
The girl smiled. “Yes, Father. I am quite well.”
Enamored by the maiden, he decided to take care of her and bestowed upon her silver and pearls and a trunk filled with luxurious garments.
