by Marilyn Lee
She grabbed Rechazes’ hands. “And to you who met us and offered hope when there was little, I pledge my life and eternal service. If you ever need my help, you have but to call and I will come, sister.”
Rechazes smiled, squeezing her hand. “You are born of she the Alantee revere. It was my duty and my pleasure to be of some little service to you. Until we meet again, Kyla, born of the brave and noble Takira, live, love, and remain free, my sister.”
Kyla watched them go through tears. When their vehicle disappeared around the curve of the driveway, she turned her face into Eros’s shoulder. “It’s not a dream. Is it?”
He lifted her chin, pressing a soft kiss against her mouth. “It’s not a dream. We are all free, Kyla. What shall we do first?”
He spoke against her lips, stirring her passions. She leaned into him, cupping her hands over his ass. She rubbed her lower body against his. “My pussy aches.”
He nibbled at her lips. “So does my ass.”
Her dick jumped to attention. Arms around each other, they walked into the house. Aware that they had no need to restrain their passions in any way, they only made it to the foyer before they pulled each other’s clothes off and fell into each other’s arms.
Eros lay on top of her, his hard chest muscles crushing her breasts, his lips devouring hers. Rubbing his cock against her dick, he kissed the breath from her lungs and sent the heated lust rushing through her, filling her cunt with need and juices.
She stroked down his back to his ass. “Fuck me. Please. Fill me with cock and fuck me again and again.”
He sucked her tongue into his mouth, lifted his hips, and thrust down. His cock slid quickly into her pussy. She lay under him, moaning softly, slowly rotating her hips, in an effort to ensure she had every last inch of him inside her. There was no feeling in the world as wonderful as Eros’s shaft buried balls deep in her aching pussy.
Moving his head down to suck at her breasts, he reached behind his body. His fingers closed over her dick. She moaned against his lips, tensing. He placed the head of her shaft against his ass. Unable to control herself, she slid her hands down to his ass, parted his hard cheeks, and pushed upward. Her dick powered past his puckered opening. With just the head inside, she paused, savoring the feelings of bliss thundering through her. By the goddess, she loved forcing her dick past that delicious tight hole and into his ass.
Breathing deeply, she eased forward, slowly pushing her length deep into his warm, tight, hot ass. Within moments she was in danger of losing her mind. They moaned in unison, then began to fuck, cock and dick shooting deep within respective pussy and ass. They timed their movements until they achieved a sweet, natural rhythm few lovers could hope to experience.
Their fuck was at once fierce and needy while being both tender and loving. Feeling totally in tune with him, she kept a rein on her desires, determined not to come before he did. When she felt the tremble in his body and shudders shaking his ass, she knew he was moments from coming. Pumping her dick deep and hard in his ass, she tightened her inner muscles around his cock. He groaned, clutched her tight, shooting jet after jet of delicious seed deep into her pussy. Clutching him close, she pulled her hips back, then drove her dick deep up into his wonderful ass, sobbed as an incredible climax crashed over her, and pumped her seed into his warm, quivering ass.
After enjoying their exquisite afterglow, they pulled out of each other. She picked him up. He lay contentedly in her arms, sucking her breasts as she carried him to the nearest bedroom. There, they fell onto the bed. To her surprise, he spun her over onto her stomach, positioned himself between her parted legs, and began eating her pussy. Her pussy burned and her ass began to secrete its own natural juices. As she was about to explode, he withdrew his mouth, rose over her, pressed his cock between her quivering nether cheeks, parted them, and thrust forward.
Pain and pleasure shot through her as he forced his big cock past her protesting hole. She sobbed, reached back to part her cheeks as far as she could, and pushed her hips up, forcing her ass to slowly take his length. He grabbed her hips and shoved roughly, shooting his entire length deep within her.
She cried out in pain and came, her pussy and dick both gushing. He laid his big body tight against her body, growled, bit into her neck, and fucked her into one incredible climax after another before he finally cried out, and shot his seed in her.
With pussy and ass full of her lover’s seed, Kyla surrendered to the bliss thundering through her. Whatever their future on Earth held, she would bravely face it with her beloved sister and her wonderful lover at her side. No one could ask the goddess more than that.
* * *
A few hours before dawn, Enola returned to the pier where they had tracked Susoma earlier. A lone figure dressed in black stood at the edge of the pier, staring down into the water, shoulders shaking. From several yards away, he felt her pain and guilt at what had befallen her partner.
Keeping to the shadows, he closed his eyes, extended his hand, and reached out with his mind. It took several attempts before he was successful in touching her thoughts. He probed gently, trying to be as noninvasive as possible. A surge of pain, guilt, and regret shot from her into him.
He absorbed the raw emotions, feeling them stabbing into his body. Controlling his breathing, he kept a tight rein on his own emotions. Then he spoke. Myrika, born of Jaharra, what happened to Barroni, born of Tessia, was not your fault. You have a right to pursue happiness and determine your own sexual reality. Let go of the guilt. Release the rest of your pain to me and I will bear it for you. Seek comfort in the arms of one who will welcome you. Live, love, and stay free, Myrika.
He felt a faint, confused acknowledgement. Moving further into the shadows, he watched her straighten her shoulders and walk quickly away from the pier, wiping at her damp cheeks.
A measure of pain and regret remained, but at least she would now be able to cope without contemplating tossing herself into the nearest river. Satisfied he had done what he could without her consent, he sighed, breathing slowly and deeply. As he often did after a spiritual intervention, he felt weak and emotionally needy himself.
He turned and made his way from the pier. It had been some time since he had attempted two healings in such a short time. He would need to find a willing woman in whose arms he could lose himself and regain his full strength. Ideally, he required a woman capable of deep emotional giving for the fastest healing. But he would take what he could get.
He closed his eyes briefly, his thoughts on the delights of lying between the long, shapely legs of a willing, sexually unrepressed woman, kissing his way up her ankles on his way to devouring her pussy. While he loved women of all colors and sizes, when he was in need of spiritual replenishing, he had a special fondness for a well-endowed woman with large breasts, big legs, and a big, round ass he could clutch as he ate or fucked her fragrant slit.
He sighed softly, imagining his lips and tongue wet with the natural juices of a warm, welcoming lover whose lack of sexual inhibitions allowed her natural juices to flow thick and heavy. His cock stirred. He felt his shaft, stiff and aching, spread along one leg. He glanced around, wondering at the chances of finding such a sexually free woman on Earth. Perhaps it would be best to return home where there was no shortage of willing partners.
His need for sex and self-healing driving him, he climbed into his vehicle.
* * *
Lavea bolted up in bed, her senses alert. She glanced around her bedroom. In the early morning light, she saw she was alone. She listened intently, but could not determine what had disturbed her fretful sleep. She fell back against her pillow, staring up at the ceiling, willing sleep to overtake her.
The doorbell startled her, sending her leaping out of bed. Not bothering to cover her naked body, she flashed toward the front door. The peephole revealed a tall woman with dark hair and eyes, with a military style haircut. Heart racing, Lavea pulled open the door.
Myrika, her dark eyes haunted, her
face pale, offered her a box of chocolates and a bouquet of red roses. Lavea took them, placed them on the table beside the door, and pulled the other woman inside. “What’s wrong?”
“She’s dead.”
“Who?”
“Barroni. She’s dead and I didn’t do anything to help her!”
Lavea saw a level of pain in Myrika’s eyes that tightened her throat. She closed the door, lifting Myrika into her arms. Carrying her to the bedroom, she undressed her and then urged her into bed. She climbed in beside her, drawing her into her arms.
She kissed Myrika’s cheek. “Tell me about it, love.”
Myrika burrowed into her arms and the story came out accompanied by a surge of tears. Lavea listened, caressing the other woman’s shoulders and rocking her. Although the feel of Myrika’s naked body in her arms stirred her passions, she dismissed her own selfish desires. Myrika needed comfort, not sex.
Pussy drenched with juices of lust, and her body aching to taste Myrika’s blood, she rained soft kisses on Myrika’s hair and whispered words of comfort until Myrika drifted to sleep in her arms. Feeling as if she had finally found her one perfect mate, her bloodlust, Lavea slept too.
Several hours later, she woke on her stomach, a warm body lying on top of hers. Soft, insistent lips brushed against her neck. Strong thighs lay between her parted legs. A hard cock rested against her slit. Small breasts caressed her back.
“Lavea? I need you.”
Her bloodlust needed the comfort of her body and her pussy. Smiling, Lavea pressed her cheek against the bed. “Take me, my love, I’m yours.”
Myrika’s hard, thick length slid between her wet folds, filling and stretching her pussy. “Lord, Myrika, I love your dick.”
Myrika whispered against her ear. “It’s yours.”
“Then give it all to me, baby, but let me up first. I want to feel your breasts against my chest and hold your ass as I ride this lovely dick of yours.”
Myrika pulled out and rolled onto her back. Lavea stared at her lover, lying there with her long legs parted, her fragrant pussy exposed, her thick dick standing at rigid attention. Lavea climbed on her body, grasped her shaft, bringing it close to her pussy. She pushed her hips down, as Myrika’s dick powered its way deep into her pussy.
Myrika moaned. “Lavea… by the goddess, I think I was born to fuck you. I’ve never felt like this… I’ve always loved pussy, but I never dreamed it would be this… soul-destroying to slide my dick into a pussy. I’ve spent my entire life waiting to meet you. I love you… I love you and you’re mine! If need be, I’ll kill to keep you!”
Smiling, Levea looked down into dark eyes shining with love and lust. Lord, what a beautiful sight.
Closing her eyes, she laid her body on top of her lover’s. Rotating her hips and licking at Myrika’s lovely neck, she fucked herself slowly up and down on the wonderful length thrusting inside her. Overcome with love and lust for this beautiful woman, she gripped her hips, bared her incisors, and buried them in Myrika’s neck. Sweet, delicious blood rushed into her mouth, making her almost dizzy with delight. Her heart swelling with love, Lavea closed her eyes, sighing softly as the delicious dick of her lover thrust in and out of her, speeding them both on a quick trip to paradise only two people in love and bloodlust could experience.
The End… for now…
Marilyn Lee
Marilyn Lee lives, works, and writes on the East Coast. In addition to thoroughly enjoying writing erotic romances, she loves roller-skating, spending time with her large, extended family, and rooting for all her hometown sports teams. Her other interests include collecting Doc Savage pulp novels from the 30s and 40s and Marvel comics from the 70s and 80s (particularly Thor and The Avengers).
Her favorite TV shows are forensic shows, westerns -- “Gunsmoke” and “Have Gun, Will Travel” in particular -- and mysteries -- Marilyn loves the old Charlie Chan mysteries. Her all time favorite mystery movie is probably Dead, Again -- and nearly every vampire movie or television show ever made. “Forever Knight” and “Count Yorga, Vampire” are high on the list.
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