Her Imaginary Lover

by Doris O'Connor

  "We can't. I didn't come here for this, Macie."

  Macie paid him no heed. She tightened her thighs around him and rubbed herself up and down his thick erection. His hands dug into her butt cheeks with enough force to leave bruises, and she reveled in that imperceptible loss of the iron control she sensed in him. The fact that he seemed to want her as badly as she wanted him was a heady aphrodisiac indeed.

  "Why can't we?" she asked. "We're both adults, and I need this. Please, help me to forget. Every time I close my eyes I feel their hands all over me, that vile tongue in my mouth, I can't—"

  His kiss stopped her, and she opened to his gentle probing immediately. Kaylom sipped from her lips as though they were the sweetest nectar. He explored her mouth with infinite slowness. Yet, as gentle as he was, there was no mistaking his dominance. This was more than a kiss. It was a brand, a stake on her very soul, and he played her lips and mouth like a fine conductor would, never once breaking contact. He didn't let her gain the upper hand, until all she could do was submit to his hot, firm lips, and let him fuck her mouth. It left her breathless, wanting, and so aroused, she knew the crotch of her fine linen trousers would be soaked through with her arousal.

  Never had she been this turned on just by a kiss, and when he finally let her come up for air, she snuggled into his neck, not wanting to ever let him go.

  "You smell nice," she said, and Kaylom's amused laugh trembled through her.

  "And you taste delicious, but we still can't do this." She pouted her annoyance, and he kissed her nose. "You need to heal properly, and there are things about me you need to know, before…"

  "Before what? I don't care about that, and besides I need to come so badly right now, I'll self-combust if I don't, and the endorphins will be good for me. Please … Kaylom, I need you."

  ****

  Damn it all to Athuron and back if her pretty little pleas didn't make him harder than he'd ever been. He wouldn't, couldn't seek his own relief in her body, but there was no reason why he couldn't give her what he needed. Her scent was driving him insane, and he needed to taste her, to see her fall apart under his tongue and fingers, and yes, to replace her bad memories with cries of passion, as corny as that sounded. Wordlessly he carried her through to her bedroom and placed her in the middle of the double bed. She was so beautiful laid there like some silent offering, and he fisted himself slowly to relieve some of the tension in his balls.

  How often had he jacked off back in his realm to images of her spread-eagled on the bed just like she was now? The wetness between her legs called him. It stained the material of her trousers, and he pumped his hand faster. For the life of him he couldn't stop, and her ample breasts heaved in tune with his hand on his cock, as though she knew what he was doing. And perhaps she did know. Macie had always sensed his emotions and needs, as much as he could sense hers. Their connection had been established during those years of their childhood when they'd grown up together, until his burgeoning awareness of her as a female had driven a wedge between them.

  However, she was right. They weren't children anymore. His throat went dry when she pulled her t-shirt over her head and then fumbled with the snap of her bra. Her breasts fell free, and he groaned and pumped faster still.

  The heavy globes would spill over his hands were he to touch them, her areolas like large beacons for his hungry gaze. Her nipples hardened in front of his eyes, and his balls drew tight to his body. Images of spilling his seed over those luscious curves battled the inside of his brain. He wanted to leave his mark on her, a sign to anyone that she was his.

  With an impish smile she brought her fingers to her lips, licked the digits and then circled each pink nipple slowly, and Kaylom had to warn her.

  "Macie, baby, I'm gonna come so fucking hard just from watching you do that. You have no idea what you're doing to me, here."

  The little minx's grin grew, and she arched her back and thrust her breasts into the air, whilst grasping her puckered tips.

  Every pull of her fingers shot straight to his cock, and throwing caution to the wind he jumped onto the bed and replaced her fingers with his own.

  "You asked for this, babe." He growled the words into the valley of her breasts, and her breathless reply was just what he needed to hear.

  "Yes, oh yes, please."

  Her head thrashed from side to side, and he sucked one hard peak into his mouth while rolling the other through his fingers. Kaylom pulled hard until he had a good handful of her breast tissue in his hand, too.

  Macie's hips bucked off the bed, and she made a keening sound in the back of her throat. Hands tugging at his hair she held him in place, and he sucked harder, blown away by her responsiveness. He placed one of his legs between hers, and she ground herself against his thigh in rhythmic movements as her whole body trembled in need.

  "Yes, oh, yes, I'm so close. I'm … oh." Kaylom pushed his hand into her trousers, and when he found her clit and rubbed, Macie came apart. Her little pants and murmurs proved his undoing, and he spilled his seed all over her fingers when she wrapped one of her hands around his shaft.

  Spent, they lay and caught their breath until Macie's giggle brought Kaylom's head up.

  "What's so funny?" he asked.

  "I think we made a mess," she said.

  Kaylom grinned and dropped a kiss on her cute little nose.

  "I'm afraid we did, baby. Let me run you a bath, and I'll get this cleaned up." Macie looked all set to argue, but an almighty yawn stopped her protest.

  "Okay." He almost didn't hear her sleepy protest. "Promise me you won't leave though."

  His amusement fled, and dread settled in his stomach like a lead balloon. He wasn't in any position to make those promises, so instead he did the next best thing.

  "I promise I'll be here in the morning."

  By the time he'd run Macie a bath, she was almost asleep, and his dick jerked awake with alarming proficiency when he pulled her ruined trousers and underwear off of her.

  Even though he'd felt her bare skin under his fingers, seeing her hairless pussy glistening in her juices almost proved too much for his self-control. The fact that she waxed sent him wild with need, and he couldn't help but bend his head, and lick the slick flesh. Macie mewled like a newborn kitten, and he grinned and kissed her pussy lips and then forced himself to place her in the bath. She roused enough to reassure him she wouldn't drown herself, and once he'd changed the sheets, he was back to wash her down, dry her off, and then tuck her into the bed. He joined her after a quick shower, and pulling his woman into his arms fell into a deep sleep himself, for the first time since he'd left her all those years ago.

  ****

  Macie slowly drifted into wakefulness, and when her hands found hard, male flesh she grinned to herself. She hadn't simply had the most erotic dream ever, then? Not judging by the way, Kaylom's hair roughened thigh imprisoned her legs. One of his brawny arms was slung over her midriff, and his hot breath skittered across her neck. No wonder she had slept like a log. Cocooned by his big body, she felt safe and cherished. Of course, the mind blowing orgasm he'd given her might have had something to do with that, too. His even breathing told her he was still asleep, and she let her hands explore the hard planes of his body. Her breath hitched, and her nipples firmed as she followed the trail of hair across his washboard abs down to his cock. Half erect already it sprang to life under her hands, and Macie wished with all her might that she could see to truly appreciate the beauty of his penis. She traced the thick vein underneath and smiled at his sleepy groan when she found his heavy balls and massaged them gently. His erection pulsed under her fingers, and his delicious spicy musk increased. A drop of moisture slid down onto her hands, and she brought her digits up to her lips to taste it. Salty, yet not at all unpleasant, his essence exploded on her taste buds, and Kaylom growled. Yes, that was the only way to describe the sound rumbling from his chest. It reminded her of a big predatory cat, and the thought of being his prey sent a rush of moisture
to coat her pussy lips.

  Macie renewed her exploration of his magnificent shaft, and acting on instinct she bent down until she could wrap her lips around the head of his cock. A sharp tug to her hair stopped her mid suck.

  "Fuck, Macie, stop. You have got to stop this."

  She used her teeth to graze his skin and swirled her tongue around his foreskin in answer, and Kaylom's hips thrust up in a jerky, uncoordinated move that told her how much she was getting to him. A rush of feminine power made her bold, and she relaxed her jaw to enable him to slip in to the back of her throat. Tiny spurts of his cum were her reward, and she swallowed around his head, causing him to swear and jerk again. His second hand wrapped into her hair, but instead of pulling her off, he held her head in place, and Macie gladly relinquished control to his thrusting hips.

  "Can't … fuck … we shouldn't…"

  Despite his intermittent hoarse words he continued to fuck her mouth, and Macie hollowed out her cheeks and went to work in earnest. Witnessing him unravel by her hands and lips on his shaft was the hottest thing ever, and she clenched her thighs to relieve the resultant ache in her clit. She wanted nothing more than to straddle him and impale herself on his dick, but the iron grip he had on her hair made that impossible, so instead she hummed, and swallowed, and worked his dick, until he shot his load down the back of her throat in thick cords of cum. She swallowed every last drop and then proceeded to lick him clean. His hold on her hair turned into a caress, and when she finally released his softening cock he pulled her up his body and kissed her.

  "Minx, you're making it incredibly hard for me to do the honorable thing here."

  She rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at him.

  "Fuck being honorable. I want you. You want me. Who cares about anything else?" As she said that she frowned at herself. Was that really her talking? Whatever happened to not being a notch on a man's bed post? Macie was always sensible. She had to be. Her disability made sure of that. You couldn't run off half-cocked when you couldn't see what was coming your way, after all. She grinned at her choice of words. Already Kaylom's cock stirred back to life. She could feel his hardness poke against her hip, and she marveled at his recovery time. Then again, he wasn't a normal human though was he, if he even was human?

  That thought brought her up short, and she bit her lips hard enough to draw blood.

  Kaylom soothed the sting away with his tongue, and his groan of need stoked her own desire.

  "Fuck, Macie, I shouldn't do this. It goes against all the rules, but I can't help myself." He framed her face in his hands and proceeded to cover every inch of her skin in kisses, until he'd urged her back on the bed. She gasped when he grabbed her arms and pinned them high above her head. There was an audible click, and then something sharp scraped along her neck.

  Macie froze, and Kaylom swore and withdrew. Her bathroom door slammed shut, and then her shower came on, and she blinked back tears. What in the world had just happened?

  Chapter Four

  Kaylom let the hot water wash over his body and resisted the urge to smash his fist into the tiles. Somehow he didn't think Macie would appreciate the expense of needing her tiles replaced because he couldn't control his urges. Fuck it to Athuron and back, he'd almost bitten her. Even now his fangs pricked his lips, and he could still taste that spot of blood he'd licked off her lips.

  It would have been so easy. Every fiber of his being had urged him to drive his incisors into her neck. To mark her as his and to cement the bond between them—a bond that shouldn't exist, yet had done from the minute she'd asked him his name all those years ago.

  Kaylom thumped his head against the wall and screwed his eyes shut. He needed to get away, to put distance between him and the woman who called him like the old sirens of legend. She could never be what his soul told him she was. It wasn't possible. The slide of the shower stall made him tense. He didn't dare open his eyes and look. As it was his imagination filled the blanks in just fine.

  Macie's small hands slid up his back, and he let out a breath. Even that simple action had his cock harden to the point of pain, and there was no chance in hell she would miss his fangs. Maybe that's what was needed, though. Maybe to feel those lethal protrusions would make her see sense.

  If she told him to leave, if she ran from him in terror it would tear his heart to shreds, but it would keep her safe from him and his dark urges. She was human and fragile, and even if by some miracle, the elders relaxed their rules, there was no future for them.

  Macie deserved it all. She needed a nice normal husband she could take home to her parents, and who would be able to give her children. He smiled despite his dark thoughts. She would make a fantastic mother one day. There was a good reason her practice was thriving. She was a natural with kids.

  "Kaylom, what's wrong?" she asked, and he groaned as she pressed her breasts into his back, and hugged him close.

  "I shouldn't be here, that's what's wrong. I'm a fucking monster, and my kind screw with humans all the time. You can't see us, so that we can better fuck with your mind and bodies. We like nothing better than to have a little human sport. To see you jump through hoops and writhe underneath us, while we fuck your clueless brains out, and you think you’re just dreaming."

  He grimaced at his crass words, but he had to drive her away, because he sure as fuck didn't have the strength to just leave her.

  Macie tensed slightly, but she didn't let go of him, and he felt her nod into his back.

  "I knew there had to be more of you, and I know not all of you are friendly."

  She took a step back when he roared and spun around.

  "What do you mean you know? Has some other Athuron been sniffing around you, because I swear I'll—"

  Her laugh interrupted his angry retort, and he glared at her. Her raven mass of hair clung to her overgenerous curves, and he couldn't help but follow the rivulets of water as they caressed her breasts, and then dropped along her long legs. Even her bright red toenails turned him on for fuck's sake.

  "You think this is funny?" He grasped her hand and brought it up to his mouth until she could feel his elongated canines. Heat rose in her cheeks, but instead of screaming in terror as any sane person would have done, she moaned and stepped closer to him. Tracing his fangs with her fingertips she looked a picture of concentration, and even his gruff warning to be careful didn't deter her.

  A heavy weight settled on his chest watching her innocent exploration of his teeth and mouth.

  "You're not a vampire?" she asked.

  Kaylom snorted in answer.

  "No, I'm not that, but my bite will change you nonetheless. It’s how my kind mates for life. It goes against all the rules to bite a human, and I almost fucking bit you back then. I can't … I won't do that."

  Macie blinked several times, and Kaylom switched the shower off and opened the enclosure.

  "Look, this is not the place to discuss this. Seeing you all wet and naked like this all I want to do is bend you over and take you right here against the wall like some fucking animal."

  Macie's little mewl in answer had him jump out of the shower as though the hounds of hell were after him, and she frowned when she seemed to notice his actions. He wrapped a towel round his middle, swiped the moisture off the mirror and grimaced at the sight of the seemingly floating towel. This right there was why Athurons could not wear clothes in this realm. It would send the humans screaming for an exorcist.

  Unfortunately the mirror also granted him the perfect view of a naked Macie climbing out of the shower, and he almost swallowed his tongue when she swung her leg out. The action afforded him an unrivalled view of her puffy little cunt and the feminine dew clinging to her nether lips. The shower had masked her scent somewhat, but now he got the message loud and clear. She was wet for him, and he cursed himself all kinds of a fool for not taking her up on her silent offer. To lose himself balls deep in her soft body would surely be worth any possible punishment.

  Before
he could make up his mind one way or the other, she'd pulled her bathrobe over her shoulders and hid her body from view.

  She glanced in his direction, and he wondered at the delicate blush that stained her cheek bones, until she pulled the toilet seat up, and the penny dropped.

  "Are you going to stand there and watch me pee, or are you going to give me some privacy?"

  He laughed, affection making his words come out choked.

  "All that running water, huh."

  He ducked the slipper she threw in his direction and grinned at her.

  "No need to get violent. I'll rustle us up some breakfast."

  "Good, and then you can explain why you seem so determined to scare me away. I don’t believe the fact that you're some kind of monster, for one second. If you were you'd have had ample time to simply fuck me like some animal as you put it. The thought of which, by the way, sounds mighty appealing to me." She smiled at his sharp indrawn breath, and continued. "So, by all means explain to me why other people can’t see you, and what your kind is really doing here, but you won't succeed in scaring me off. I know you, Kaylom. We grew up together, remember, and whilst I don't know what happened to you in the fifteen years since I last saw you, I do know that actions speak louder than words. You didn't have to save me from those thugs, and I'd have just about let you do anything to me last night and this morning when I woke up. If those are the actions of a monster, then just fucking call me Santa Claus."

  "No need to swear, munchkin. What would your mother say?" he asked and ducked the other flying slipper.

  "My mother would say sometimes swearing is justified. Now get out."

  She stuck her tongue out at him for good measure and gestured toward the door. Chuckling in wonder at her grit, he took the hint and went in search of some food in her small kitchen.