Things That Go Bump In The Night

by Jaid Black

  Every waking moment for the past six years had been hellish, every hour had passed as an eternity, for the need to thrust into the warm, suctioning flesh of his destined mate had come upon him at hourly intervals, nigh unto driving him insane. Because the males of his species realized they weren’t likely to find their Bloodmates until much later in life, ‘twas the way of it on Khan-Gor to expend one’s seed within the bodies of the dimwitted yenni until at which time a Bloodmate was claimed. Even then a Khan-Gori male was expected to keep up the feeding of his pets until they were bartered at market, for ‘twould be cruel indeed to allow the beautiful creatures to slowly starve to death.

  Vorik harrumphed. He could never be so cruel.

  As is ever the way of nature, the system worked out just fine, for female yenni could not survive without feeding on seed. And so it came to pass through the perfection of trillions of Yessat years of evolution that the yenni provided sticky flesh to thrust into and voracious mouths to be suckled with whilst the Khan-Gori male provided his dimwitted pet with food. ‘Twas a perfect system. Or, Vorik mentally qualified as his lips turned down grimly, mayhap it would have been a perfect system had he been allowed to indulge of yenni from his twelfth year onward.

  By the tit of the she-god, he needed a suckling.

  A soft purring sound a mile away snagged Vorik’s attention, inducing him to smile slowly. He had heard that very sound many a time emitting from the pen his sire’s yenni were caged in. The sound always meant one of two things—the yenni had either fallen asleep after feeding well, or she was cleaning herself.

  His nostrils flared as he breathed in the scent of her. It mattered not that she was a mile off in distance, for the males of his species had the most acute sensory systems of any known creature in the seventh dimension of time and space. He could smell her skin, could smell her pussy, could smell the scent of her arousal…

  Fangs exploded into Vorik’s mouth as he shape-shifted back into his kor-tar form. Faster than an eye can blink, his skin dimmed from its usual golden bronze color to a translucent shade of silver ice. Talons that tore prey apart so easily spiked out from where his toes had been, and wings that spanned twelve feet across protruded from his back as he leapt skyward and took flight.

  At last, he thought as his manhood hardened, oh aye at last.

  He tracked her easily, a skill any Khan-Gori male perfected by childhood. Part and parcel of growing into manhood on his planet was learning to provide food for one’s family, and one could not provide food for their pack without a hunter’s skill at taking down living, moving prey. This yenni would provide him with no food, ‘twas true, for ‘twould be Vorik who provided her with much nourishment.

  Oh aye.

  He found the yenni cleaning herself near unto an ice-coated stream, her face lowered betwixt her thighs and her tongue darting out to lap at her own pussy. Vorik’s nostrils flared as he watched her, her pink tongue meticulously rimming the folds of her flesh, then darting up on a purr to lick at the bud nestled between the lips of flesh. She purred and cooed as she lapped at herself, and Vorik found himself simply staring at the beauty of the scene.

  This yenni female was nigh unto perfect in her beauty. Her creamy breasts were large, the pink nipples that capped them round and full. Her hair was long and dark, and looked soft to the touch. The only aspect of the she-beast he found to be a turn-off was the thinness of her form. ‘Twas obvious she was no alpha female for a dominant she-beast would better know how to feed on male seed.

  Well, Vorik grunted, verily it mattered not, for he would teach the she-beast whatever lessons she needed to learn in the art of feeding. ‘Twould be ideal if she already knew what she was about, but such was apparently not the way of it. So no matter how many sucklings it took to teach her how to get great spurts of seed in one feeding, he would be patient and understanding in waiting for her to catch on.

  By the tit of the she-god, he grumbled as he licked his fangs, he prayed she was as dimwitted as she looked.

  Vorik’s cock stiffened whilst he landed on his feet and shape-shifted into his humanoid form. His fangs retreated, his wings and talons seemingly disappeared, as he softly made his way through the thick of the trees to stalk and capture the yenni by the stream. He was careful to make not a sound as he prowled toward the open savannah from the forest, no cracking of ice under his feet, no rustling of branches overhead.

  “Help Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

  Vorik’s entire body stilled as the feeding call of an alpha female yenni reached his ears. The shrill cry of the dominant female caused the yenni he’d been tracking but moments prior to whimper and scamper away, and he found himself uncaring of the fact that he’d just been thwarted of his hunting booty for he was intrigued indeed by this unexpected happening.

  Verily, ‘twas hard to stalk an alpha female. ‘Twas even harder to track one who sounded to be desperately hungry for they tended to stay well-fed. Mayhap, he thought to himself, she had followed a Khan-Gori predator to a hunting perch in the hopes of getting a meal and had managed to snare herself into a nest from which she could not escape in the doing.

  “Help Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Help Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Help Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

  “Oh aye,” Vorik murmured, his man sac tightening. His acute silver gaze honed in on a mountain apex that looked to be a lengthy flight away. She was trapped alright—trapped and desperate to suckle a male nigh blind.

  Vorik swallowed a bit roughly as he considered just how good of a suckling the dominant female was likely to give in her crazed, nigh unto starving state. Feeding her would like as naught kill him for she would demand great spurts to sate her.

  His nostrils flared as he breathed in the crisp nighttime air. By the tit of the she-god, he was ready to die.

  Fangs exploded into Vorik’s mouth once again as he shot up from the ground, his body transforming into his kor-tar form as he leapt upwards.

  He would find her in all haste.

  He would feed her as any good master should.

  He could not allow an alpha female to suffer from hunger pangs needlessly.

  Ever thoughtful of others he was, he sniffed. Ever considerate of dimwitted creatures was he. Ever—

  Bah! He wanted the she-beast to suck him dry. Enough said.

  Chapter 3

  Groggy with sleep, her eyelids firmly closed, Nancy’s brow furrowed in incomprehension as she tried to figure out where the smooching sound she heard was coming from. It was a vaguely familiar noise, the type of kissy-fish lips, smooching, “here girl” kind of sound a person would make if they were calling a dog over to them that they might toss it a bone.

  Her eyebrows shot up as she continued to sleep. Weird.

  The sound was so bizarre to her in fact, so misplaced, that she rolled over onto her side with a grumble, and fell back into a deep, snoring sleep within seconds, her long skinny sword pressed against her backside.

  Moments later she felt a large palm settle on her belly, then reverently run over the excess flesh there. Even in her sleep, her lips pinched together in a frown as she groggily considered the fact that even two months of dieting and exercise hadn’t been enough to get rid of her belly. Or her thighs. Or her butt.

  Damn it!

  The feel of a solid piece of warm flesh tapping against her lips induced Nancy’s forehead to crinkle bewilderedly. The tapping, accompanied by the kissy-fish lips “here girl” sound, was finally enough to rouse her from slumber and cause her eyelids to slowly flutter open.

  Shit.

  Nancy’s eyes rounded in shock as she gaped up at the huge man kneeling down beside her. She had never—never—seen a man so gargantuan as this one. His body, which looked ominously long even kneeling down, was so thick with muscle that she wouldn’t have been surprised if he weighed in the vicinity of five hundred pounds. He wasn’t burly or stocky in the slightest, for his musculature looked right on him, but he was incredibly big in every way.

  Tap. Tap. Tap.


  Tap—tap.

  Tap—tap—tap—tap.

  Tap.

  “Whadddyaddnd.” Unable to part her lips to speak without a surprise visitor sneaking entrance inside, her nostrils flared incredulously as the big oaf continually tapped the head of his—extremely well endowed!—penis against the swell of her lips. The gargantuan’s own lips were still pursed in kissy-fish form as he slapped his manhood against her, while the “here girl” sound he was emitting grew louder and more demanding.

  The giant was treating her as if she were a dog and his penis a big bone to salivate over. Her nostrils flared even further. This was just too much.

  Damn it!

  What in the hell was going on? she mentally wailed. Who was this man? Where, she grumbled under her breath, had that witch whisked her off to? One thing was for certain, she hesitantly conceded, she had never—not even once—seen a man so large as this one in all of her life. She wasn’t sure it was even genetically possible for a human male to be so gargantuan in size.

  Frightened, Nancy’s eyes flew up to meet the giant’s, the expression on her face indignant regardless to the scare he was giving her. Never show fear, she staunchly told herself, remembering what she’d once heard on an Oprah show about deterring a possible assailant. Never show fear.

  Tap—tap—tap.

  Tap—tap.

  Tap—tap—tap.

  Unfortunately, she grimly conceded as the head of his cock kept up its tempo against her lips, her lack of exhibited fear didn’t seem to be impressing him all that much. And—eek!—she really wished he’d quit making that kissy-fish lips sound.

  Damn it!

  * * * * *

  Vorik landed softly upon two feet in the Khan-Gori perch, shape-shifting into his humanoid form whilst he entered the nest. His fangs retreated, his eyes shifted back from red to silver, and the wings seemingly dissolved from his back as the beast submerged in favor of the man.

  His breath caught when he saw her lying stretched out under animal hides in the middle of the nest, her saucy silver sword-like tail erect even whilst slumbering. There she was in all her suckling glory. The plump alpha female he’d tracked—and caught.

  “Oh aye you like to feed,” he murmured, his muscles clenching in anticipation as his eyes drank in her fertile form. He bent down beside her, kneeling close to her slumbering body as he brushed away the animal pelts, and ran a large hand over the soft skin of her full underbelly. She was fleshy, the dominant female was, and her love of eating was proof positive that she was to become a pet he would cherish and pamper for all time.

  Vorik closed his eyes briefly and took a steadying breath, for he was embarrassingly close to spurting before the yenni was even roused enough to suckle of him. His cock was as long and hard as ‘twas possible for it to be and his man sac was so tight that the excruciatingly exquisite feeling bordered on pain.

  By the tit of the she-god, her chubby form was nigh unto driving him daft with arousal.

  Pursing his lips together, his cock in hand, Vorik announced the arrival of a hearty meal to the dimwitted yenni with the traditional sound a male of his species makes in such a situation as he tapped the head of his staff against her lips, beckoning to her to eat. When her eyes fluttered open—by the ice of Mount Shalor they were beautiful!—he was certain ‘twas the need of a meal he saw in her rounded gaze.

  He tapped his cock harder against her mouth, nigh unto desperate for her suctioning lips to part. Sweat dotted his brow as he willed her mouth to open, as he prayed to the mating gods for surcease.

  Oh aye, he thought headily as his man sac tightened impossibly more, her nostrils were flaring, inhaling the scent of food no doubt. More aroused than he’d thought it possible for himself to become, his teeth gritted and his muscles clenched anticipatorily as he tapped his cock harder still against her lips.

  She would part them eventually, he knew, for the lure of a hot meal would be too tempting to resist o’er long.

  Vorik’s eyes flicked o’er her fleshy underbelly, grazed o’er her full hips and breasts.

  Oh aye, he told himself as his eyes glazed o’er in need, eventually the alpha female would part her suctioning lips.

  And when she did, she would feed.

  * * * * *

  “Whaddydndg?” Nancy asked furiously, her lips firmly clamped shut. She ignored the heated stare his silver eyes gave back to her and, huffing, pushed his manhood away from her face as she came up on her knees. “What,” she bit out, her teeth set, “are you doing?”

  Oh no, she thought, her forcefulness wavering a bit. His eyes—his damn eyes. They were…silver. Not grey, not light blue, not some murky could-be-human color, but sharp, piercing, acute…silver.

  She gulped, scooting back a bit out of reflex.

  The giant’s breathing hitched just a little as his gaze meandered up and down her body. Naked on her knees before him, his piercing silver eyes seemed to meld as they flicked over her face, then down lower to her breasts, lower still to her tummy, and even lower yet to her…

  “Shit,” Nancy muttered, biting down on her lip. She backed up a bit more, scurrying away as quickly as one could while on their knees. She had forgotten she was naked. How could she have forgotten that she was—

  Ggggggrrrrrr

  She gasped when the giant began to growl low in his throat, the sound he was emitting telling her without words that if she knew what was good for her, then she had best not move another inch away from him. Her jaw agape, her mind frenziedly trying to figure out a method of escape, she unthinkingly scooted further away from him until she had all but trapped herself against the far wall of the nest.

  “Oh my—eek!” Nancy’s hands shot up to cover her ears as his low growl evolved into a blood-curdling roar of anger. Her gaze widened and she gasped again when his eyes shifted from silver to dull-glowing crimson, fangs simultaneously exploding from his gums to expose incisors long enough to make a woman swoon.

  Her hands fell down to her sides, numb. She really should have taken that job in Anchorage.

  Silver eyes that turn red, she thought in dawning horror, growls that become roars, fangs that…well he had fangs!

  Hysterically deciding she at last knew how Fay Wray had felt when King Kong had plucked her from the sacrificial altar on Skull Island, she backed up on her knees all the way against the far wall of the nest while her hands instinctively flew up to shield her ears once again. “Heeeelp mmmeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

  Oddly, those shrieked out words seem to calm him, even satisfy him. “Huh?” Nancy’s eyebrows shot up uncomprehendingly, wondering as she did why he’d had such a positive reaction to the shrill sound of her wailing.

  The giant’s eyes shifted back from crimson to silver, and his fangs retreated below the gumline as though they’d never been. The muscles in his huge—and naked!—body seemed to clench as he stood up…up…way up…and slowly inched his way towards her.

  She harrumphed. He was grasping his penis by the base again and making those damned kissy-fish noises as he arrogantly strode to stand before her kneeling form. He was beckoning to her again, calling out to her as though she was a dog and he was offering her a supreme cut of beef.

  Damn it!

  She swept a hand about grandly, purposely ignoring the horrific manner in which the nest was beginning to teeter back and forth. “Forget it,” she sniffed. “It won’t happen. Not now. Not—eek!”

  Nancy screamed loud enough to wake the dead as the giant’s added weight caused the nest to teeter too far to the side—far enough that she got a bone-chilling look at how far she’d be plummeting to her death if he came any closer. Her heart rate soared. Sweat broke out all over her body. “Okay!” she shrieked, her breasts heaving up and down. “You win! For the love of God you win, but please quit moving!”

  Either he was purposely ignoring her words or he couldn’t understand what she was saying, but either way the giant kept prowling toward her, cock in hand. Nancy panicked when she felt the nest
sway down lower, and with a scream, she lunged up at the gargantuan male and jumped into his heavily muscled embrace, her only objective to keep him in the middle of the nest that the structure would remain perched upright.

  The giant laughed as he effortlessly caught her, dimples popping out on either cheek as he plucked her out of mid-air like a trite leaf and grinned down into her face.

  Their eyes clashed. Nancy’s breath caught.

  Damn he was handsome, she thought rather warily, not at all liking the fact that her skin felt tingly and alive when it brushed up against the giant ogre’s. In fact, she felt more than alive and tingly—she felt downright turned on. Huh?

  Damn it!

  Nancy chewed on her lower lip as she studied him, an odd and completely out of place premonition that everything would be okay swamping her senses. He wouldn’t hurt her—not like that, not sexually. Her forehead crinkled as she idly wondered how she could remain so calm and sure given the situation. But there it was. She was sure.

  And there was another feeling there as well, a gut instinct that shot through her and permeated her consciousness as her brown eyes shot up once more to meet his molten silver ones.

  She gulped roughly. She wasn’t certain how she knew, didn’t know what instinct or intuition was guiding her thoughts, but she was sure of one thing: the witch didn’t plan to let her leave this place or this giant.

  Ever.

  Chapter 4

  Nancy swallowed nervously as the giant laid her down upon her back and settled his huge form next to hers. He curled his muscled body around her in such a way that her face was kept close to his swollen penis. Her breath came out in a rush, and she was surprised to find that her body was reacting fiercely to his.