by Unknown
She’d never heard a sweeter invitation. A jolt of need shuddered through her as she sucked him slowly into her mouth. Closing her eyes, she savored the taste and texture of him sliding between her lips and over her tongue. Delicious. She wanted more.
Cupping a hand under his ball sac, she spent several minutes gently sucking him.
His deep groans and frequent shudders spurred her on. When he placed his palm on the back of her head, she squeezed his nuts and sucked harder.
He uttered a profane word and pushed his hips forward.
She felt his pubic hair on her face. Inhaling to fill her nostrils with his musky scent, she reached around his body to part his hard cheeks. When she thrust a finger against his anus and into his ass, he howled and abruptly came.
Within seconds, powerful explosions of seed shot from his cock and into her mouth.
Sliding her palms over his ass, she eagerly and greedily swallowed until he stopped coming. Removing her mouth from him, she sat back and smiled up at him.
He exhaled slowly before reaching down to lift her to her feet. She couldn't read the expression in his eyes but when he brushed his lips against her cheek, she sensed a tenderness in him that made her long for the impossible—a future with him. She quickly dismissed the thought. He surely viewed her as nothing more than a quick thrill and a large credit payday. Weaving romantic fantasies around him would only lead to heartache and disappointment—when he attempted to turn her in for the rest of his bounty.
That certainty sent a rush of sadness through her—until she reminded herself that she was no better. She'd get a huge infusion of credits once she betrayed him.
Adarinas engulfed her in his arms and pressed his face against her neck.
She wrapped her arms around him, enjoying holding him close.
He inhaled several times before he turned her back to his front. Nibbling at her neck and ear, he positioned himself at her entrance. “Are you ready for me?”
The question surprised and touched her. Her clients weren’t given to worrying about her feelings or if she were ready for them. When they were ready, they plunged in and pumped away until they came—all without any consideration for her needs. Adarinas’s interest in her pleasure endeared him to her further.
As she felt the big, thick seeping head inching into her, she reached back to clutch at his naked thighs. “Yes. Oh, yes.” A feeling of exhilaration and freedom filled her. That first sweet slide that ended with her pussy filled with hard, hot cock fully atoned for the long years spent sexing men who left her physically and emotionally unmoved.
This wonderful feeling and exquisite sensation must be why most sensual empaths happily embraced their natural instincts. To experience this delicious delight over and over again must be a joy beyond compare.
When he finally stopped pushing, her world revolved around the big shaft in full and complete possession of her pussy and through it, her entire body. Certain he could bear her weight she leaned back, grinding her ass against him.
Cupping a palm over her stuffed slit, he used his other hand to turn her head. Feeling his warm lips sliding up her neck, across her cheek to her lips, she trembled with pleasure. But she didn’t turn her head. While she worked, her clients had access to her entire body. Her ears, cheeks, neck, breasts, and even her pussy were theirs to lick, kiss, suck, and touch as much as they liked. But her lips were off-limits to her clients.
She had broken her rule earlier, but couldn’t again for fear she’d fall for a man she meant nothing to. To appease him, she offered him her neck and squeezed her vaginal muscles around his big, luscious cock to encourage him to fuck her.
He held himself still and nibbled at the corner of her mouth while his hand remained on her face.
She kept waiting for him to start sliding in and out of her. Her mother had been a latent sexual empath. Although her mother had never practiced the art of sexual empathy, she had done her best to instruct Parmia in the art practiced by many members of their family.
Parmia had learned well enough to ensure she’d always managed to please her clients—even as she herself never felt more than a few moments of pleasure. From experience, she knew once most men were inside her, they lost control and pumped away until they came—without giving any thought to how she felt.
Since he had pleased her on the stallion without getting anything in return, she felt hopeful her last job would be one she could remember with pleasure—if he’d only fuck her.
She slowly ground her ass against him and squeezed her pussy around his cock.
He groaned and shuddered. But instead of pumping into her, he turned her head and licked at her lips.
A jolt of desire shot through her along with the realization that he wanted something she had never ceded to any other client—complete control of their sexual encounter.
Although he wasn’t a client, he was quickly becoming an obsession. Overcome with a desperate sensual hunger she’d never expected to feel, she eased off several inches of his shaft before slowly pushing herself back onto it. And still he remained unmoving inside her. “Give me what I want,” he ordered.
Finally, she bit her lip and turned her face, bringing her mouth closer to his.
His lips, warm and insistent, brushed across hers.
She kept her mouth closed and waited for the movement of the cock she now craved.
Instead of giving her what she wanted, he continued to worry her mouth with his lips, tongue, and teeth.
After several moments, his attention to her mouth bore fruit. The muscles of her stomach clenched. Gasping, she parted her lips.
“Finally!” Sliding his hand up from her pussy, he cupped her breasts as he thrust his tongue into her mouth.
The feel of his tongue touching hers set her body on fire. She shuddered and moaned as he pulled her tongue into his mouth and then finally…blessedly began to fuck her with long, slow, deep thrusts.
An even greater flame than she’d felt while he pleasured her on horseback raged through her. It engulfed her entire body until she felt as if every molecule of her being was on fire for him.
Releasing her face, he trailed a hand down to grip her hip. Still devouring her lips, he flicked the thumb of the other hand against her clit.
With rational thought no longer possible; she mindlessly exchanged hot, greedy kisses with him while wildly bucking her hips in time with his. She welcomed each thrust of his hard cock as he drove it into depths of her pussy that had never felt or known the pleasure of such deep penetration.
His insistent lips, his warm caressing hands, and his wonderful cock quickly combined to create a heat in her that incinerated her world. Incredible feelings rippled through her body. Lost in bliss and no longer able to control her passions, she exploded.
He continued to pump into her with a heated desperation that sent chills of delight through her. His relentless assault on her pussy ensured she experienced one searing climax after another. And still he kept pounding her pussy until her knees shook and she clung to him, feeling helpless and at the mercy of the exquisite delight he made her feel.
Finally, with her senses overwhelmed, she moaned, and slumped against him.
She was only vaguely conscious of him easing his cock out of her and lifting her off her feet. His warm lips brushed against hers.
Feeling safe and cherished, she cuddled close, trembling in his arms.
He whispered softly to her in a language she didn’t understand as he carried her back to the bedchamber.
After a moment of surprise that he was able to not only pick her up but carry her as well, she pressed her cheek against his damp chest. Sexually sated and emotionally satisfied, she drifted to sleep the moment he laid her on the bed.
* * *
With the onset of night, a brutal wind swept over the desert, sending the swirling blue sands hurtling across the moonlit evening. Sheltered within the observation compartment of the cruiser, Delsin stood staring up at the full moon.
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p; Memories of the countless nights spent running through the desert under a full moon with Daylon and Daria haunted him. Of the many cubs he’d been reared with, those were the two he constantly struggled to forget.
Home for the first time during a full moon in years, the blood raced through his veins until he felt as if he suffered from moon fever. A hunger he had struggled against and denied for so long overwhelmed him.
Somewhere in the night, he heard the wild call of one of his brethren in the grip of prowl heat. The primal call struck a cord deep inside him. He tossed his head back, opened his mouth, and answered with a howl dredged up from his gut. Staring up at the moon, whose pull he could no longer resist, he ripped off his clothes and slowly shifted to what he still considered his natural form—that of a big, gray wolf.
Feeling free of all cares and worries for the first time since he’d left home, he padded through the cruiser and out into the night. With the rays of the full moon washing over his body, he tossed back his head and gave voice to pent-up hungers.
With his balls feeling heavy with seed he needed to expend, he decided to race across the desert to the shifter den where he would find many females eager to mate with him. Instead, without conscious thought, he turned and ran back to the cruiser and to the woman whose body and blood he craved above all others.
* * *
When she woke, Parmia lay in a strange bed. Markes hovered in the air several inches above the bed. “Are you all right?”
After five-years of serving wealthy clients, she’d experienced her first cock-induced orgasm. She felt sexy, content, and eager for more—much more. She smiled, stretched, and slowly nodded. “Oh, Markes, I had no idea sex could be so wonderful. I’ve never felt so alive or so content,” she told him.
She felt some of his tension vanish. “Is this almost over?”
By the Goddess, she hoped not. “What’s wrong, Markes?”
“I don’t like him. He makes you moan and I’m never sure if I should kill him or not.”
Feeling a trickle of the hunter’s seed sliding down one thigh, she rubbed her pussy. “Not,” she told, Markes. “Definitely not. Whatever you do, don’t hurt him.”
“You like him?”
“I like his cock and how it feels thrusting deep and hard inside me.” She shuddered with remembered pleasure. “For the first time in my life, I understand the allure of sex.” The thought that she’d spent so long with clients incapable of providing a quarter of the pleasure she’d discovered with the hunter left her sad at all the wasted years.
“I don’t like him.”
“Don’t hurt him unless I’m in danger, Markes.”
“As you wish.” He rose in an angry arc and left the room, forcing Adarinas, who had just entered the room to dance out of his way while holding onto the tray he held.
As soon as she saw him, Parmia noticed a difference in him. His skin seemed wind burned and his eyes held a wild look that should have but didn’t give her pause. He was also stark naked and fully aroused.
Parmia, also nude, bolted into a seated position. His big cock demanded her attention. Her heartbeat quickened and her pussy flooded as she stared at it. It was long and thick with a dark pink head. His nut sack hung low and looked laden with seed.
She moistened her lips, unable to look away. Her overwhelming need was to have him ravish her until she couldn’t stop coming.
He gave Markes a weary look before crossing the room to the bed. “Is he under your control?”
“He won’t attack unless I’m in danger. Am I?”
“At the moment, the only danger you need worry about is that of having your pussy pounded to a pulp.”
She swallowed a sudden lump. She’d hoped for a much different, softer response. “And when you’ve had enough?”
He placed the tray on the table beside her before he joined her on the bed. “That’s not going to happen today or tomorrow.”
That implied that next week or even sooner, she might need to fear him. She could only thank the Goddess he was the real quarry. She lowered her lids, concealing her expression and the sudden ache she felt.
He placed a hand under her chin and lifted her face. “Are you hungry?”
She’d satisfy her hunger for food after they’d mated for what she promised herself would be the last time.
Without waiting for her response, he placed the tray onto her lap.
“Yes,” she admitted. “I’m hungry, but not for food.”
“I was hoping for that response.”
And yet he’d brought food anyway. Even though she didn’t sense the tenderness he’d displayed earlier, she hoped there was still a part of him intent on ensuring she enjoyed their next encounter.
He placed the tray on the nightstand and kneeled on the bed, facing her. “What are you hungry for?”
She slid her hands over his upper body. After caressing and admiring his wide shoulders for several moments, she kissed a path down from his neck to his chest. “You,” she admitted.
His breathing quickened. “And I for you,” he responded.
The light matting of hair on his chest tickled her nose. “You’ve been out in the night wind.”
“It was either that or ravish you as you slept.”
His passion-filled voice increased her feelings of arousal. Clearly, his hunger for her mirrored hers for him. Lifting her head, she stroked her fingers down his chest and abs to his groin. Locking her gaze with his, she closed her fingers around his girth.
He inhaled sharply.
Feeling his balls swell under her fingertips, she rose to her knees to face him. Her nipples were tight and her pussy flooded.
His nostrils flared and his gaze shifted to her mouth.
She, who had so jealously guarded her lips from all other males, leaned forward with her lips parted, her fingers still wrapped around his shaft. “Kiss me and make me yours.”
He didn’t move.
After a moment of hesitation, she leaned close enough to touch her mouth to his. When he still didn’t respond, she stuck her tongue out and slowly dragged the tip of it along his lips.
“Yes,” he spoke in a voice brusque with passion.
Encouraged and hungry to feel him sliding inside her, she trailed her lips down the strong column of his neck to his chest. She teased at his nipples with her teeth and tongue.
His response was quick. He curled his fingers in her hair and drew her face up from his chest.
They gazed into each other’s eyes.
She didn’t know what he saw in hers, but the passion in his, deepened her need to be impaled on his long, hard cock. She slid her palm over his balls, squeezing them gently.
He reached between their bodies to finger her slit before slipping two fingers inside her.
She trembled, pressing her tongue against the top of her lip in response.
Slipping his arms around her, he palmed her ass cheeks.
Within the shelter of his embrace, she burned for him. When he touched his mouth to hers, she parted her lips, offering her total surrender.
Accepting it, he kissed her slowly, nibbling and biting at her lips several times.
Each foray of his mouth and tongue sent a fresh jolt of desire through her. Massaging his shaft and balls, she raked the nails of her other hand down his back. Encountering the hard muscles of his ass, she drew his big body closer.
He thrust his tongue into her mouth while probing her anal cavity with one finger.
Aroused and eager to feel him inside her again, she arched forward, rubbing her breasts against his chest and her pussy against his cock. “Take me,” she pleaded.
While scorching her lips with his hot mouth, he gently touched his finger to her anus. When he pressed against it with enough force to pierce it, she shivered, pressing her body back against the finger invading her rear.
He gentled his mouth against hers and fingered her ass.
She clutched him close, rubbing her flooded slit against the hard cock tra
pped between their bodies. “Give it to me…please.”
“Patience,” he whispered, fingering her bottom.
“I need you inside me now,” she begged.
Instead of plunging his cock into her, he slowly, skillfully set her on fire before lowering her onto her back.
She lay trembling, unable to look away from him. Her level of hunger to have him inside her shocked her. Extending her hands, she reached out for him. “Mate with me,” she said.
“Oh, I intend to.” He slipped his big hands down the length of her body, sending chills through her.
She whimpered and parted her legs. “Give me your cock…please.”
Bending his head, he seared a moist path down her body. After a brief foray at her nipples, he kissed his way over her belly to her pussy. Rubbing his face and mouth against her pubic hair, he released a low growl. “This is my pussy.”
Parmia moaned and curled her fingers in his hair, linking her legs over his shoulders. Her hips arched off the bed. “Yes. Yes. It’s yours.”
Slipping his hands under her body, he cupped her ass.
She closed her eyes and moaned as he began to eat her with all the ferocity of a sex-starved shifter.
He licked and sucked her clit until she cried out and shuddered to an exquisite climax that made her curl her toes. While she lay shuddering with her release, he slid up her body, parted her trembling thighs, positioned his thick length against her entrance, and quickly pushed into her with one hard movement.
Recalling their earlier trysts, she inhaled quickly and clutched him close—eager to be ravished. But she quickly realized their current encounter would be different. This mating bore no trace of the consideration he’d shown her earlier. Clutching her hips to keep her body still under his, he rutted into her with a fierce single-minded purpose that quickly moved from pleasant to painful. Mindful that any sounds of pain would trigger a rapid and probably deadly response from Markes, she bit her lip and clenched her hands into fists.
He fucked her for what felt like a long, painful eternity before he finally growled and detonated inside her. But even after he stopped ejaculating in her, he lay on top of her with his lips pressed against the side of her neck, crushing her against the mattress.
