by Tia Wylder
Jay parted her legs, letting one dangle over the edge of the sofa, and laid fully bare the pink and slippery young womanhood under the patch of black hair between them. He nuzzled with his nose at the lips of her sex and the bud where her pleasure was most concentrated, and inhaled the girl scent there. Then he licked her petals, making her body suddenly go into a little spasm of heightened pleasure. He licked at the female folds and the tender bud over and over, transmitting joy into and through her. Then, he carefully, tenderly used the tips of his fingers to open Tia’s sex as if it were a delicate flower and gaze at the maidenhood that it concealed.
This was the first virginity that Jay had known since his own first time when he was sixteen. He never thought he would see another girl’s cherry, yet here before him was the glistening and unbroken seal on Tia Swift, and it seemed to him the most special thing in existence. That, he thought, should not be touched by his fingers or tongue. That belonged only to what he ultimately wanted to give her the most; the thing that surged and strained for her in his own crotch. But it would have to wait a just a few minutes more—until he had her fully prepared for it.
Jay gently pressed the lips of Tia’s sex between the forefinger and middle finger of one hand, making sure her entrance was closed before he returned his tongue to licking at it once more. He brought to his oral pleasuring of Tia all the experience he had gained in five years of bedding girls on planets between here and Earth. And the way she writhed and whimpered at the wet and eager attentions of his tongue told him how well he was doing the job. With each stroke of his tongue tip and each lapping of the broad surface of his tongue, Jay showed Tia that she was being eaten out by an expert. Her whimpers turned to moans, and she raised the one leg that dangled over the edge of the sofa and wrapped it around his back. Jay responded by releasing her folds from his fingers and taking her entire flower carefully into his mouth. He sucked deeply at her sex and made her back arch. Tia poured out an incoherent sound of all-consuming bliss which reached a crescendo when he carefully, carefully went from sucking her entire womanhood to sucking only the bud that held her greatest pleasure. At last Tia made a sound that was almost a scream, and bucked and thrashed on the cushions, and slapped the back of the sofa with her hand, telling Jay that he had brought her to her first orgasm. With a last lingering lick of her labia, he pulled his mouth away from her dripping entrance and unwrapped her leg from around him. The thing he most wanted to do to her would not wait another second.
Jay climbed all the way up onto the sofa and rested on his knees. He brought both of Tia’s thighs up around his hips. Taking his club of hardened flesh in one hand, he leaned forward and supported himself on the sofa cushion with the other, whispering, “I’m going to put it in you now, Tia. Here it is…”
Tia almost seemed to hear a drumroll at the back of her mind at the feeling of a hot bluntness sliding up and down at the wetness under her pubic hairs—and then she felt as if she were going over a waterfall into a churning white foam of indescribable, inexpressible pleasure when Jay plunged his long, throbbing hard-on all the way into her. Enfolded by Tia’s inner wetness, Jay gave forth a groan of male satisfaction with the knowledge that he had just passed through her maidenhood and popped her cherry as the blunt head of his shaft made its way deep into her, reaching for the opening of her womb. Tia wailed in wonder-filled ecstasy at the feeling of being entered, stretched, and filled by an erection for the first time. She was united with Jay now, girl and woman joined with boy and man. He settled down on top of her, and she reflexively threw her arms around him, and Jay began to make the two of them one body and one being.
Having not been inside a girl in so long, Jay pumped Tia with all the abandon of long-postponed desire. Hovering his face over hers, he grunted, “You’re so wet…so wet. You feel so good.” Tia was so consumed with the rapture of his stroking deep and fast inside her, she could not form words. She answered him at first only with a sustained moan. With his breath mixing hotly with hers, he groaned at her, “It feels good, doesn’t it? My thing inside you, it feels good. You like it, don’t you? You like what I’m doing to you now…”
And from somewhere deep inside a whirlpool of ecstasy, Tia moaned, “Yes…ooohhh, aaahhh… Yes…”
While pounding himself hard against her mound and banging his crotch hard against her, Jay pecked and sucked at Tia’s lips. “Yes… Oh, yes, you want this,” he groaned on. “You want this thing in you. I love sticking it in you, Tia… Mmm, yes…”
Tia tightened her limbs around Jay as if to squeeze the passion from his perfect, humping, pumping body. She drove him to hump her harder, faster, ramming himself all the way into her with every stroke. She felt as if they would both ignite, like the fire in the sunken hearth before them. Then Jay began to moan louder, “I’m coming, Tia… You’re making me come… I’m coming… UUUHHH…!!!” With one final, hard slam against her mound and into her depths, Jay brought himself to the summit of pleasure where he had taken her with his lips and tongue. Tia imagined something like a dam bursting from within him and knew, as their bodies locked together in a final prolonged penetration, that something very much like that was happening within her. Jay was pouring out the thick, white liquid tribute to their sharing of bodies, rewarding himself as he had rewarded her for their mutual surrender. For what seemed like an eternity they stayed locked together while Jay emptied every drop of his man-rapids into the riverbed of her no-longer-virginal womanhood.
They were so enwrapped in pleasure that the feeling of Jay eventually pulling out of her and lying beside her became a foggy sensation of skin sliding against skin. The room was quiet now except for the low crackling of the fire. They melted into post-coital touching and kissing, their fingers playing at the spent, slick wetness between each other’s legs. Tia glanced down Jay’s body at his flaccid but still impressive member, which was all the more impressive for what he had done to her with it. She smiled with a satisfaction such as she had never known. Here she was, touching a young man’s piece for the first time after having it in her. It was one perfect feeling among many.
Jay lifted her face to his and kissed her sweetly. “That was a good first time, then?” he asked.
“It was perfect,” said Tia.
“Was it everything you wanted your first lay to be?”
She sighed a bit and reflected on her answer. “I used to lie in bed by myself and think about how it would be: how it would feel to touch a naked boy, touch what’s down there, have him put it in me. You’re not really a boy anymore, but…what I imagined, it wasn’t even close.” She kissed him. “It was just so much more, having it for real.”
Stroking between her labia with one finger and making her wet again, Jay kissed her in return and said, “Take me to where you thought about it.”
They climbed off the sofa and bundled up their cast-off clothing, and Tia led Jay from the living room to her bedroom. They dropped their clothes, and they fell together onto her bed. Kissing deeply and urgently, they rolled back and forth on the bedspread, Jay putting himself on top and then bringing Tia on top of him. They grabbed and clutched at each other’s buttocks, pouring their need into every touch. Finally, with Tia on top of him and his arms tight around her, Jay asked, “You want to try going down on me this time? Want to try sucking it?”
Tia nodded yes. Jay relaxed his embrace and let her climb down the perfection of his torso until she reached the steely flagstaff of flesh that greeted her between his parted legs and the full pouch of berries at its base. She licked it up and down first, drawing a bead of pre-seed from the tip, which she lapped up with her tongue. “Mmm, yes,” he grunted. “Put it in your mouth now.”
Without hesitation, she did. She opened wide and descended three-quarters of the way down his shaft. It was so long that she could not take it all, and Jay did not seem to mind. She could sense his every muscle flexing and his toes curling. She began to move up and down his pole, savoring the way it throbbed against her tongue and the tremor
s of pleasure that rumbled through his body at her sucking. After long, long minutes of her devouring him, Jay said in a husky voice, “That’s good. So good. Now do my balls. Lick my balls.” Much as she hated to let his hardness pass from her mouth, Tia was eager for the experience of the softness that held his man-milk. She put her tongue to the task, tasting of his delicious pouch flesh, licking slowly and softly at first, then more hungrily, more voraciously. Jay grunted loudly with approval, spurring her on. She carefully took first one of his plums all the way into her mouth, letting it rest against her tongue, then the other. Jay’s bellows of pleasure reverberated off the ceiling.
He reared up on one elbow and beckoned her, “Let me screw you again.” Tia climbed up beside him and let him spread her legs and put them around his hips once more. Then he slipped his moistened rod back inside her and humped her with all the force and passion with which he had plunged himself in and out of her on the sofa. Tia clung to him, loving his body, loving his tool, loving all of him, taking all he had to give and giving her all of himself. Jay slowed down a bit and began to thrust more deliberately, seeking the one sweetest spot inside her. When she suddenly gasped and almost screamed, he knew he’d found it, as he had found it inside so many other girls before her. He kept his aim on that spot and banged away in and out of her with a rhythm steady at first, then gradually quickening, until Tia, laying under him and coiled about him, gave out a shriek of release that told him he had again gotten her where he wanted to take her. And at that, he released himself as well, pouring forth the milky celebration of their joining, filling her with it once again.
They wound up lying side by side on Tia’s bed as they had been on the sofa, kissing and fondling in the afterglow. Between one lingering kiss and the next, Tia said to him, “You made it perfect again, Jay. Thank you.”
“Thank you for letting me,” he replied, sealing it with another kiss.
They lay there cuddling and kissing, touching each other’s sex, for how long they didn’t know. Jay’s returning erection told Tia he was ready to be inside her again. But before he could put himself back on top of her, the glass covering of her desk began to trill.
She bolted upright on the bed with a frightened start, tearing herself from Jay’s embrace and kiss. Jay sat up beside her as she said, “That must be Daddy. If he’s on his way home… Oh no…”
Tia did not have to finish that thought for Jay. Though the Colony and its Chief, her father, had gone from treating him as a detainee to treating him as a guest, Jay could imagine Merrill Swift looking less than kindly on him coming into his home and deflowering Swift’s daughter. As Tia quickly got up from the bed and began to gather and pull on her clothes, Jay climbed off and began to do likewise.
Having thrown on her clothes, Tia sped to her desk, disregarding how disheveled she must have looked after everything she and Jay had done to each other, and tapped on the glass. She was careful to confine the display to 2D so that her father would not see the room around her and catch a glimpse of who was sharing it—and more—with her. “Daddy?” she asked, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “Is everything all right?”
“Everything’s fine,” said Merrill. “Are you okay? You look a bit…disturbed,” he added, for want of a better word.
“I’m fine,” she replied. “I just dozed off on the bed. I must have been dreaming when you called. Are you coming home?”
“In a little while,” Merrill said. “I was actually looking for Lieutenant Goodwill. We tried calling the place we assigned him and he wasn’t there. You haven’t seen him, have you?’
“No, Daddy, I haven’t seen him,” she lied, making her best poker face and hoping it didn’t show.
“He didn’t take a comm unit with him, which isn’t like a Stellarforce member. He should be in communication at all times. If you see him, let him know we need him to come in again. Interstellar Command has some news for him.”
“Okay, Daddy, if I see him I’ll tell him.”
“Thanks, sweetheart,” Merrill said. “I’ll see you soon.”
The Chief cut off the link, and Tia settled down on her desk chair with a long, loud inhale. Then, she looked over at Jay and felt a painful pang of longing at the sight of him fully clothed again. She still wanted him naked. She still wanted him on top of her, inside her. The wan-looking smile on his face told her he felt the same way. He held out a hand to her.
Tia got up from the chair and went to Jay, letting him gather her into an embrace and a kiss. “Looks like I’m going to have to go,” he said, his voice tinged with regret.
“I wish you didn’t have to. You’re probably going to have to leave Sigma Cygni, aren’t you?”
“I don’t want to,” Jay said. “I still want you. But I’ll have my orders.”
“Will you come back?” she asked.
“For you? To get some more of what I got tonight? Hell yes.” And he pulled her close into the deepest, hottest kiss of all, a kiss for all the light years they feared would soon be between them.
Chapter Seven
When Jay reported back to Interstellar Command, it was to learn the outcome of the conflict with the Dhurians—and the fate of those aliens who had nearly changed him from a protector of humanity to its foe. While Jay took Tia’s virginity and put her in a world of all-consuming pleasure, Chief Administrator Swift and the heads of the other Earth colonies had spent hours communicating with each other and Stellarforce Intelligence about skirmishes similar to the one at Sigma Pegasii and what Intelligence had learned about the enemy. The Dhurians, according to the findings of Intelligence, were a dying race. Their attacks on Earth’s stations and outposts were the last stand for them. They had depleted the resources of their home planet, their population had dwindled too much for them to harness the full resources of their home solar system in time for it to make a difference, and their attacks on human outposts were a last, desperate bid for survival. Stellarforce had met them magnificently, sustaining casualties among their forces and losing several stations. But the exosuit program and the officers trained to use the suits had met with success and quelled the invasion. Those officers who had been infected were being treated under maximum security conditions and were responding well. Human space was safe from the aliens.
As for Jay’s desertion, the circumstances had been considered carefully and no charges were being brought against him. In fact, he and the other exosuit officers who were not being treated were to go on furlough immediately until further notice and the issuance of new orders. Jay’s exosuit was to be returned to the nearest Sigma Pegasii, and for the time being Jay himself was at liberty. When he learned that Chief Swift was giving his daughter one last birthday gift of a trip by herself to anywhere she wanted to go in human space, Jay knew where he wanted to spend his furlough. He would meet her anywhere, on any planet, she decided to go. He would spend his days of liberty in bed with Tia, showing her how happy an interstellar fighter could make a young girl, lying on top of her between the sheets.
In the years to come, Jay and Tia would meet again and again as she went through college and he proceeded through his further Stellarforce career. Their shared bliss in bed would be a constant and a through line of their young lives. In time the two of them would marry, and their children would grow up in a galaxy that their brave father helped to keep safe.
Tamed By My Alpha Vampire
Chapter One
There’s this dream that I have almost every night. It’s so vivid and beautiful, but then it becomes a terrible nightmare just before I wake. I shed a single bloody tear each time I’m wrenched from my dream and placed back into my accursed existence. In my dream, I’m walking through the halls of my mansion. The windows are open and sunlight gushes through them in bright columns. I can see the particles of dust dancing through the light like fireflies. I step through the light and feel the warmth of the sun brush my skin like the touch of a lover’s fingertips.
I can feel my heart beating in my chest. Thunderi
ng forward like a proud stallion. I can feel blood coursing through my veins. I feel life bursting out from within my soul. I want to run, shout, dance, and see the world around me, but I don’t. I continue walking calmly down the hall. The house is empty, but for once I don’t feel alone. My heart races faster as I approach the intricate doors that lead outside. There’s a table to the left of the door. It has a painted finish that depicts vines growing across the surface and down the legs.
The vines portrayed on the table have the illusion of life, but they are not living. I, on the other hand, can feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I can feel my soul singing a song it had long forgotten. On the table is a pitcher filled with ice water. Droplets of condensation run down the sides of the glass like tears. I reach down and pick up the pitcher and the empty glass beside it. My parched mouth aches for water as I watch the liquid slosh into the cup.
I bring it to my lips and drink as slowly as I can. The crisp and refreshing taste of water splashes against my tongue and for the first time in hundreds of years, I taste it. My stomach clenches as if reaching out to take more of the water. My body begs for more of it, but I put the pitcher down.
I turn towards the door. My hands reach out, trembling as they touch the smooth metal of the elongated door handles. This is it, the moment that I reach every night, and every time I wonder if this is the only way it can end. My hands pull the handles down and the doors swing open. The morning sunlight rushes past me like a tidal wave. I feel the warmth spread across my skin. I close my eyes and smile as I bask in a light I had all but forgotten.
