by Folsom, Tina
He let his hands roam over her back. One drifted down to her ass, cupping her with his large palm and pressing her closer into his hips. He felt his twin erections press into the soft flesh of her stomach, while her full breasts flattened against the hard planes of his chest. Everything felt so right. She was the perfect woman, the yin to his yang.
He speared his tongue and dove into her, dueled with her, stroked, nibbled, and sucked. Her soft moans were music to his ears, her hands on him encouragement to continue with what he was doing. Already Maya had pulled his shirt from his pants and was now sliding her hands onto his naked chest, making him hiss in a much needed breath.
“Now show me what you’ve got,” she whispered against his lips, breathing as heavily as he did.
“Impatient?” He kissed the side of her mouth.
“Curious.”
“Scared?” His lips trailed to her neck where he felt her vein throb under his lips.
“Eager,” she pressed out between soft moans.
“I hoped that this time I could have offered you a soft bed.” The first time he’d taken her against the wall in the living room, and now? He would have liked to make this more special for her.
“I don’t care.”
“It won’t be very comfortable for you.”
She pulled his head to hers and looked at him. “I don’t want comfortable. I want you.”
He lost himself in her dark eyes. “And I want you. But this time, you will come with me if it’s the last thing I do.”
“Male pride?”
It had nothing to do with pride. “Survival instinct.”
She raised an eyebrow, not understanding, so he explained, “I won’t have you leave me because I can’t satisfy you.”
Her lips curled up, and she pressed her hips provocatively against his groin. “You might just have what I need.”
“Hold that thought.” He pulled himself out of her embrace and went for the supply cupboard.
“What are you doing?”
Gabriel opened the cupboard and examined the contents. “Making us more comfortable. I can’t get you a proper bed, but at least I can provide some of this.” He pulled out a couple of thick blankets, which had been shrink-wrapped to protect them from dust and moisture. He ripped the plastic open and pulled them out of their protective covers.
With a few steps he was at the corner where several cots were stacked up. He pulled one aside and spread the blankets onto it to provide more cushioning.
“You’re a very practical man,” Maya commented.
He turned to her and smiled. “You’ll find out over time that I do have many other useful qualities.”
She hummed. “Mmm, hmm. Two in particular.” Her eyes dropped to his crotch. Heat instantly shot through his body. She was direct, and he appreciated that in her. There was no beating around the bush about what she wanted. And what Maya clearly wanted right now, was him –
or rather his two very erect and eager cocks. And he wasn’t going to deprive her of that pleasure, or him for that matter. Even if he was a little apprehensive about his own desires right now – his own very dark and very forbidden desires. Because surely a woman like her would never agree to –
“Have you changed your mind?” she asked and stepped closer, her enticing scent instantly drugging him.
“Not a chance.” Gabriel reached for her hand and pulled her toward him. “May I undress you?” For some reason, he felt nervous. This was a big step. If she didn’t like what he was about to do, she could still leave him. And he wouldn’t let that happen. No, he’d keep his own dark desire hidden so he wouldn’t frighten her away. Even though he knew exactly what he wanted. The thought of taking Maya from behind with both cocks thrusting into her, one in her sweet pussy, the other in the dark and forbidden passage he suddenly craved, made his erections throb uncontrollably.
“If I can undress you at the same time,” she answered then, interrupting his debauched thoughts.
His hands went to her t-shirt and slowly he pulled it out of her jeans.
When he tugged on it, she lifted her hands over her head and allowed him to free her from it. She wore no bra.
* * *
Maya felt a whoosh of cold air against her naked breasts and sensed her nipples tighten. Yet she knew it wasn’t the cold air that excited her, it was the way Gabriel looked at her: with barely leashed desire. He was hungry for her, just as hungry as she was for him. The things he’d told her about him and about herself suddenly all made sense.
p. Her unexplainable fevers, her insatiable need for sex, and her inability to feel satisfied with the men she’d been with. Would that all be different now? Would he satisfy her?
Maya reached for the buttons of his shirt and eased one by one open, exposing his muscular chest. As soon as she stripped him of it, she went for his jeans. Beneath the denim, the bulge had grown to massive proportions.
Two cocks. She knew instinctively what that meant. What was supposed to happen. He would take her with both of them. The desires she’d never been able to put into words and express finally lay within her grasp. She knew what her body had always craved, yet at the same time her brain had tried to push away. To feel two cocks in her at the same time. Here was Gabriel, part vampire, part satyr, who could give her what she’d never dared to dream about: the sexual satisfaction she’d always craved, the dark desires she’d never allowed herself to voice.
When she eased the top button of his jeans open and slid the zipper down, Gabriel exhaled sharply. With both hands she pushed his pants over his hips, then down his legs where he quickly chucked his boots and stepped out of his jeans.
Maya’s gaze went back to his boxers, which tented in the front. She slid her hands between skin and waistband and pushed the fabric down, finally exposing what she’d wanted for so long. She barely noticed as he freed himself of the boxer shorts and his socks, so fascinated she was by the sight in front of her.
Even when he helped her get out of her own pants and shoes, she could not take her eyes off the sight.
“Gabriel, you’re beautiful,” she whispered, her hands reaching for his cocks. Each of her hands grasped one erect shaft, felt the smooth skin and the hardness beneath. Their purple heads pumped full with blood, primed to explode, pointed at her, fairly asking for attention.
“Fuck!” he gasped breathlessly. “Baby, you’re robbing me of my control.”
She let a wicked smile curve around her lips as she looked up in his face. “Isn’t that the point?”
“No, the point is for me to satisfy you first.”
Before she could react, he picked her up in his arms and carried her to the makeshift bed. He gently lowered her onto it. She stretched her naked body out, appreciating the softness the two blankets underneath her provided.
With one leg braced on the floor, Gabriel lowered his body, one knee wedged between her legs. He began kissing her neck. His lips trailed along the sensitive skin just below her earlobe, then further down where he hovered over her pulse where her neck met her shoulder. He suckled at the spot.
Then his lips traveled south, reaching her breasts and the hard nipples that topped them. He palmed one globe and sucked the tip into his mouth, his moan telling her how much he enjoyed the action. Her body heated under his caress, her core turning to liquid and pooling at the apex of her thighs.
Maya shifted, opening her legs wider to allow his hard shafts to rub against her as she wiggled.
“Getting impatient?” he whispered as he licked leisurely over her breast.
“I want you inside me.”
“I’m not done here,” he claimed and continued torturing her breasts in the most delicious way she’d ever been tortured by a man. His hands kneaded one peak while his mouth suckled on the other almost greedily as if he couldn’t get enough of her.
“You can have more of that later,” she coaxed him, “but right now, just give me what I want.”
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p; He glanced up at her, and his eyes blinked in agreement. “Only because you’re asking so nicely,” he joked.
Gabriel shifted his body and suddenly his lower cock nudged at the entrance to her moist channel, while his upper cock was poised at her curly triangle. With his finger he touched her folds. “So wet, baby.”
Then he dipped into her wetness and spread the moisture over her clit, eliciting a strangled moan from her throat.
But before she could press against his finger, he’d withdrawn his hand. Instead, he guided his upper cock to her clit and rubbed over the now moist button. “Now I’m ready.” His voice was a rough rumble coming deep from within his chest.
The moment he thrust forward, his cock drove deep into her, while the second one slid over her clit, stroking her with perfect pressure. He filled her, stretching her so she could accommodate his size. He felt larger than he’d felt that time in the living room, but maybe it was just the position she found herself in: imprisoned underneath his large body, his thighs rubbing against her, his cocks thrusting in concert with each other.
She’d never felt anything this perfect. With wonder, she felt her body join his in perfect synchrony. Her breathless moans mingled with his, their bodies writhing against each other, dancing on a cloud of weightlessness. She felt like falling, yet knew she was safe in his arms, safe underneath his strong body as his thrusts intensified and his rhythm became faster.
With every stroke and every slide, her core heated, her heartbeat raced in a frantic beat toward the inevitable. Gabriel never once broke eye contact, but kept his gaze locked with hers as if to assure he could read what she wanted, what she needed from him. His skin glistened with sweat and his hand came up to stroke her face. “Maya, baby.” It looked as if he wanted so say more, but didn’t.
Maya felt her clit swell further with every slide of his cock over it.
She sensed the start of her climax in the soles of her feet. And as the ripples travelled upwards, her breath came in shallow pants. She caught Gabriel’s smile a moment before the waves of her orgasm hit her. A scream left her throat of its own volition. She’d never before screamed during sex. And she’d never come with a man’s cock inside her. “Oh, God.”
On the last wave of her climax, she felt him stiffen and a moment later his cock pulsed violently inside her, shooting his seed into her. At the same time she felt a wetness on her stomach and registered that his second cock had exploded at the same time.
“Oh, God, baby!” he ground out, his eyes mirroring the disbelief in his voice. Even as he collapsed on top of her, he braced himself so she wouldn’t carry his entire weight.
He leaned his forehead to hers and breathed heavily. “I had no idea.
Maya, I’ve never come like that. Never so intensely.”
She smiled and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. “Neither have I.”
Gabriel kissed her deeply, his tongue sweeping against hers in long and commanding strokes. When he released her lips, his mouth trailed down to her neck again, suckling at the same spot where he’d suckled before. But this time, his teeth gently grazed against her skin. Out of nowhere a vision entered her mind: of him sinking his fangs into her and drinking her blood.
She gasped and felt him pull back. “Did I hurt you?”
Maya looked into his passion-clouded eyes and swallowed hard.
And before she could stop herself, she expressed her deepest wish. “Bite me.”
* * *
Gabriel groaned. She wanted him to bite her? She was dangling his greatest temptation in front of him when he had no right to take this much from her. Not with what was going on inside him right now, not
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with the urge that had started boiling up in him, the urge to do unspeakable things to her. Things no decent woman would allow a man to do, things even most whores would refuse.
“Oh Maya, you have no idea what you’re offering me.” Conflicting emotions warred in his mind: desire on one hand, caution on the other.
He couldn’t bind her to him when she might be running from him, recoiling from him when she found out what he wanted from her. To fuck her in the most bestial way. She couldn’t possibly want that.
“What’s wrong?”
“If I bite you while we have sex and you take my blood at the same time, we would create a blood-bond – Maya, a blood-bond is forever.
There’s no way out.”
Her response came faster than he’d expected. “You don’t want forever?”
He recognized the disappointment in her eyes, the hurt. He couldn’t let her believe that, not even for a second. “I want forever, but there’s something you have to know about me first.” He paused and closed his eyes before he spoke again. Laying himself bare was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but she deserved it, deserved honesty about the darkness inside him.
“I want to take you in the most bestial way you can imagine, and I don’t think I could suppress that kind of lust for long. Now that I know what I am, now that I realize what my body wants, I can’t hold it back much longer.” He opened his eyes. “Maya, I want to claim you with both my cocks at the same time, take your pussy with one and your – ”
He broke off and looked away, not wanting to see the disgust that would soon flood her eyes. “And your ass with the other. Don’t you see? It’s depraved. I shouldn’t want something like that, but I do. If you bond with me, you won’t escape that, you’d have to endure it.”
His heart beat frantically in his chest. What if she walked away from him now?
“Endure?” With her hand to his chin, she forced him to look at her.
“Gabriel, I want everything you have to offer. We’re both satyr. What makes you think that I don’t have the exact same wish? What makes you think that I don’t crave being taken like that?”
His eyes widened in surprise. “You want this?” He searched her eyes and couldn’t see anything that looked even remotely like disgust.
“Why else would a satyr have two cocks but to use them to satisfy his mate?”
First, she’d called him perfect, and now Maya offered to fulfill his darkest desire. In that moment, Gabriel knew he’d struck gold. She was the personification of everything he’d ever wished for: a home, a loving wife, a fulfilled sex life. And while life would be even more perfect if they could have children, it wasn’t important enough for him to give her up. His mind was made up – in fact it always had been.
“I pledge my heart and my life to you.” His voice almost cracked as he continued, “I want a blood-bond with you, but not here. I want you to have a memory you’ll always look back at as special.” He looked around the room to indicate that this wasn’t it. “When we bond, it will be in a room full of red candles. We’ll lie on crisp white sheets as we make love, and everything will be perfect. I promise you.”
She smiled at him. “Could it be that you’re a hopeless romantic?”
“Not hopeless. Hopeful.” He brushed his lips to hers. “Just promise me you won’t tell anybody. Otherwise it might undermine my position.”
She rolled her eyes. “Men!” And then she laughed. The sound went right through him and warmed his heart. Maya looked happy, and he promised himself that he’d do everything in his power to make sure she was always this happy.
She seemed to realize that he was staring at her and her laugh subsided. Her eyes locked with his and he felt as if she looked into his soul. “I love you.”
He choked back the tears that threatened to unman him at her unexpected declaration. “My heart is yours.”
The kiss that followed turned from sweet and gentle to heated and demanding in the blink of an eye. He was still inside her and growing hard again, having remained semi-hard the entire time they had talked.
He eased himself out of her hot sheath and broke the kiss.
“Something wrong?” she asked, her voice soft, almost sleepy. He recognized it as that of a very satisfied woman. And it sa
tisfied him to know that he’d been able to make her come.
“Nothing’s wrong, baby. I want to make love to you the satyr way, but I don’t want to hurt you.”
He lifted himself off the cot and marched to the supply cabinet.
Earlier, he’d seen medical supplies in there, and if he wasn’t mistaken there was a jar of Vaseline amongst it. It would have to do. When he turned back to her, the lubricant in his hands, Maya had turned onto her stomach. Gabriel sucked in a breath. She would be his undoing, for how would he ever make it out of bed in the next few hundred years with her by his side as his mate?
He let his gaze travel over the curve of her back, then over the soft swells of her round ass, before he followed her shapely legs. She had parted them slightly, allowing him to see the dark curls at their apex, curls that glistened with moisture. Her pink nether lips oozed with the seed he’d planted in her and he felt the urge to slide his cock back into her enticing channel so it would remain inside her. It was a silly thought because he knew his seed wouldn’t take hold in her. Even though –
hadn’t the witch said something about Satyr females being fertile? But there had been so much to take in that he wasn’t sure he’d heard right.
Without haste, he approached the cot and sat down at its edge. He wasn’t done admiring her beauty and counting his blessings. He’d been graced with the most amazing gift of his life: a woman who wanted him despite everything, despite the scar on his face, despite his two cocks and the dark desires they represented.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered and stroked his palm down the length of her naked back. “I wish I was a painter. I would paint you just like this.”
She turned her head to him and smiled. “I’d much rather you made love to me than paint me.” Then her eyes zeroed in on the jar in his hands. “Touch me.”
Gabriel inhaled deeply and dipped his finger into the lubricant. “I promise I’ll be as gentle as possible.”
