by Lola White
He bent his head, taking her nipple into his mouth, suckling. Gentle, fierce, his lips wrapped around her flesh, his tongue dragged over her. Her taste exploded across his taste buds, and again, he was intoxicated.
Long minutes passed as he licked her, laved her. He couldn’t get enough, couldn’t sink her taste deep enough into his senses. He switched his attention to her other breast, where his fingers had squeezed and flicked as they would. He took that nipple too, and bathed it with his heat.
She pulled back, catching his hands again, sending them down over her ribs to settle at her hips. He held her, fingers clenching on her curves as she reached for the button of his pants.
She unwrapped him slowly. David’s breath locked in his chest, the muscles of his lower abdomen rippled as her fingers drew lazy circles under the loosened material. In no hurry, she caught the fabric of his pants and underwear, pulling until they dropped to his knees.
“Shoes,” she whispered.
He toed them off and she followed the material as they flowed down his legs. She dropped to her knees on the forest floor, helping him keep his balance as he kicked out of his pants.
She leaned back to study him, her eyes traveling over the length of his legs until her gaze narrowed on his cock. Anticipation nearly slayed him while she licked her lips. As he watched, her rosebud mouth softened, swelled, the small swipe of her tongue painting them with moisture that sheened in the moonlight.
She leaned forward, purring as her hands lifted to rub high up on his legs. His cock became impossibly harder, stretching and lifting to greet her. She pressed a gentle kiss to his left thigh, turned her head and bit his right.
The sharp pain had him jerking, but the smooth heat of her tongue eased the ache. The contrast enthralled him. She smiled up at him before she scratched long, sensuous trails over the insides of his thighs. It was delightful torture, the pressure and the fine edge of pain. He groaned, his back arching, fighting to keep his balance.
He shifted his stance wider. She took immediate advantage, sliding closer, smoothing her hand up his leg until her fingers closed around his heavy sac. Her touch was perfect, firm and warm as she settled to play, fondling and squeezing his balls until his teeth clenched.
Gently, she pulled his thick cock away from his abdomen, leaning in to lick a long, wet swipe over his entire length. She rolled her tongue over the ridges, pausing at the heavy beat of his pulse to give it extra attention. She learned his shape from base to tip with mouth and hand, stroking him, fisting him in her delicate palm. She pulled back to taste the flushed crest.
She murmured at the taste of the salty drop that rose at her command. She flicked her tongue over the tip of him, demanding more. Another swipe, a kiss, then her rosebud mouth opened to swallow him whole. She drove down on him, taking most of his length. David’s skull nearly exploded as he was wrapped in hot, wet velvet.
His hands rose to clench in her hair while she worked her mouth over him. Her head bobbed as she lowered and lifted, stealing his last remaining wits. Her tongue smoothed against him, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard. Sharp pleasure contracted around his nerves as she flayed him, quick flicks alternating with wide, hot strokes of her tongue.
The pressure was amazing, the heat from her assault surged up his cock and slammed a hard fist into his belly. His muscles flickered and locked, fighting to keep his strokes even and restrained so as not to hurt her. She didn’t seem to care, taking even more of his rigid length into the depths of her mouth. Sparks of lightning buried themselves in his spine as he moved faster, as she pushed him to move faster.
He retreated, only to return slowly, but she was having none of that. She growled, the vibration running his length and sparking against his balls. She took him further, until the head of his cock nudged the satin tissue of her throat. She swallowed against him, rippling fine muscles over his tip. The friction was nearly unbearable, threatening to bring his release.
“Wait,” he groaned, fighting for breath.
She stripped him of it. Incinerated his control. She lashed him, whipped him with her soft touch, pressed against the tip of his cock. Her fingers worked busily, kneading and stroking, learning his shape and texture. They flowed down to his balls, pulling, scraping the edge of her nails against him, an erotic tug he felt in the base of his melting spine.
Her lips tightened around him, holding him captive in sweet torture. He thrust, tugged at her hair, desperate for her to release his cock. He wanted more, to slide into her hot pussy and find his pleasure there, not in the tormenting depths of her mouth.
She rolled her eyes to look up at him, purring another sound that sent shockwaves through him. Her lips clamped down on his flesh, the force of her suction around his dick increasing to a level that sent fire spinning up his back.
Sweat beaded on his brow, his body locked up, tightening until he was certain his nerves would snap like rubber bands. The muscles of his thighs turned to granite, those of his arms stood out in sharp relief in the dying moonlight. His spine was rigid, jerking with heated pulses of ecstasy. His skin rippled with a sensitivity that threatened his sanity.
Her fingers clamped down on his balls and pulled. Her mouth closed, fierce and hot, sucking ever harder. David was lost. He let the pleasure find him and shoot fireworks up his spine, over his electrified nerves. His back arched as he drove deep, touching her throat as he released a hot spume into her slick mouth. The intensity rolled over him, knotting under his skin before gently fading.
His knees buckled just before the world dissolved.
Chapter 4
He felt the cool earth under his back. He smelled the crisp pine scent of the forest around him, still rich with the teasing scent of flowers, redolent with the smell of sex, a woman’s pleasure. There was a soft weight on his lower abdomen. David opened his eyes.
She was smiling at him as she straddled his waist. She was splayed, completely open to his view. Her knees were to either side of him, baring her curl-shrouded folds to his sight. He could see the droplets of moisture that beaded between her legs, shimmering in the weak light. They called to him with a siren’s song, tempting him to taste them, to feel their creamy texture on his tongue. David clenched his fists at his side.
Her hands were gliding over her own body in lazy patterns. She trailed her hands over her throat, down to cup her breasts. It was the same course she’d requested of him earlier. She stroked her nipples, pulling and pinching much harder than he had done. His fingers itched to help her, his belly burned with renewed need. Her hips bucked and rolled in time to her fingers’ motions, a shifting weight that sent the curve of her ass to caress his cock.
She watched his response as her hands drifted lower, stroking her hips before angling toward her thighs. She rubbed the long muscles, slowly tracing up toward their apex. Her fingers dipped, pushed against the small tuft that couldn’t hide her slick flesh from his view.
She circled her clit as it rose and swelled, peeking from within the creamy folds of her sex. She flicked it, patted it. She caught it between her fingers and rolled it, tugging and pulling like she had with her nipples until the dew that coated her curls ran over her thighs to pool on his abdomen.
Lust clawed into him, need was a ravening beast. His cock flexed and filled with urgency, wonderfully painful as it reached for his navel, only to find the curve of her ass in the way. The thick crest brushed the crevice between the satin globes, spreading pleasure over his weeping tip. She smiled and arched, cuddling his dick with her bottom, spreading her juices over his abdomen. He watched avidly, eyes locked between her legs, as her fingers shifted.
She pressed two into her body, filling herself as David’s cock responded with a hard jerk against her ass. She wiggled on him, spreading her legs wider, offering him a better view. Pink and glinting, honey running from her pussy as the delicate tissue stretched around her knuckles. He was captivated as her fingers withdrew, shining with her own need. The scent of her pleasure, sweet and e
arthy, teased his nose. She pushed in again.
His hands finally rose to cup her hips. She lifted to her knees and slid back, angling until his cock was tormented by her heat. Her fingers pulled from her body, wet and warm, reaching to trace her honey over his length. Fingertips swirled over sensitive skin before she gripped him, moving to rub his crest between her folds, over the slippery flesh, her hard clit, imprinting her silken texture deep into his soul.
She teased them both with long, smooth glides. She dipped the very tip of him in her wet heat and guided him over her flesh. He groaned as the hard bud of her clit caught a knot of nerves just below his flushed head. He reveled in the feel of her, the pressure of her long fingers clenching his dick.
She pushed him back toward her pussy, lowering until her cream coated his tip and ran down his shaft. She fit him against her entrance as delicate muscle rippled around him, slowly giving way with teasing, suckling contractions. Unable not to, he lifted his hips as she bore down and he slid in like a dream, her pussy opening to receive him like his wildest fantasy.
She burned his length as she slipped down his flesh. She writhed and wriggled, sinking him mind-shatteringly deep, but David nudged deeper with a hard hold on her hips. He was enclosed in hot silk, the delicate muscles flexing around his width, clamping tight as the tip of him found the end of her. She was wet and ready, urgent as she shifted to take him a fraction further, cracking his already-compromised sanity.
Bracing her hands on his abdomen, she lifted, showing him the honey that flowed from her over him, coating his cock and easing his way. Her folds surrounded him, his tip was lost in her gently clenching entrance, disappearing into the slick pussy doing its best to drag him back inside. He’d never seen a more erotic sight. She slammed back down and pleasure caught him in a vice.
She leaned forward, brushing his chest with her engorged nipples. She rocked, stretching her spine until she could lick at his Adam’s apple and stroke the hard line of his jaw with the tip of her tongue. She grabbed his hair, using the hold to angle his head until she could rub her full lips against his, enticing him to allow her entry. She manipulated his body, and David only wanted more.
She dove into his mouth the instant he gave her access. He welcomed her eagerly. Her tongue twined with his, tasting of spring with the faint hint of the same flowers that teased his nose. They stroked each other, she nipped his lip, suckled his tongue. Sharp pleasure raced toward his toes.
Releasing his hair, her other hand smoothed up his body to gather his wrists. Locking her fingers around them, she anchored him to the forest floor with a strength that surprised him and spiked his lust higher. David’s cock flexed deep in her body at the dominating gesture. Her eyes glowed, she bucked against him, her pussy strangling his dick as more honey slid between them.
He made to move his hands, desperate to touch her, to tweak the hard nipples digging into his chest and slide his fingers through the thick cream saturating both their groins. She held him firm, her strength doubling without even a quiver in her biceps. The sensual fog David was wrapped within closed around him, dragging him beneath drugging waves of ecstasy. He moaned into her mouth and submitted.
She purred and rocked against him, circling her hips, lifting, sinking back down. She spread pleasure over his flesh from groin to collarbone, using her entire body to caress his. The soft undulations contrasted deliciously with the bite of her hands around his wrists.
Her mouth locked on his. A weight settled on his chest, soft, but deepening with every shift of her body. Hot and cold swirled through him, drilling into his bones with an ecstasy he couldn’t contain. It rose up within him in nebulous clouds, oozing past his skin to melt into hers, tingling in his throat as she breathed it in.
He struggled to inhale as the pleasure rose to swamp him. His hips churned, his body moving separately from his cotton-wrapped brain as urgency caught him, almost as fiercely as she had. Lightning raced over his nerves, shaking him, throwing him headlong into a bliss he couldn’t comprehend. It was so much, too much, more than he’d ever known. She quickened her pace.
Her pelvis ground against him, she groaned with a delight she didn’t attempt to hide. She worked his body, belly to belly, chest to chest, as she pounded onto his length until oxygen wheezed in his nose in hard, sharp gasps. She bit his lower lip, squeezed his wrists, clamped her inner muscles around his cock. The pressure destroyed him, ripped through his dick, exploded in his balls.
David was trapped in a vortex of light and fog. His lungs seized, burning with the need for air as Willa covered his mouth and sucked his tongue. His cock jerked with heat and hunger. An ecstasy far beyond the physical.
A dawning sense of fear added to his intoxication, his pleasure. Terror and lust combined to rip his soul from his body. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. His flesh was being used in wondrous ways, jagged shafts of bliss biting into his hips, burning his bones to ash. His wrists ached under her grip. His head pushed deeper into the soft earth beneath him as he tried to draw back, tried to find oxygen, even as his hips surged up to meet Willa’s hard, downward stroke.
She wouldn’t let him draw back. She followed him, her teasing nips becoming sharp bites that drew blood. His nerves sang at the sensation, his lips lifted for more. His mind whirled, looking for something, anything, to hold onto, but his body drove him on, unwilling to lose the pleasure of the moment. The world narrowed until there was only her, her clenching pussy and the need pumping through him.
His hips drove into her and she clamped around him. He felt the spasm work through her, over him, into him. Shared between them. He felt her pussy tighten beyond what he could bear before she softened and eased, rippling around him as the pattern repeated itself over and over for an eternity. Her body flooded with smooth honey, burning him, coating him.
Addicting him.
She stole his breath. David’s blood heated with a spike of wicked excitement. Danger poured adrenaline into his veins, where it ran hot with the spice of adventure and combined with lust and pleasure into a force he could not deny. His heart pounded, his muscles flooded with energy. His body blazed with sensation, shuddering as he released in a hot wash that overfilled her, flowing out of her and onto him.
His eyes drifted shut as Willa drained him of both his lust and his life.
Chapter 5
The snap of a twig jolted David into awareness. The morning was a pale shroud around him, weak and watery, the light barely finding its way through the trees. His body was pressed into the soft, dewed ground in the center of a circular clearing.
It was difficult to move his arms and legs. His chest ached. Looking down, David noted the scratches on his chest, the bites along his naked torso, the two handprints etched into his chest. Red bruises ringed his wrists, a sticky film clung to his groin. His throat was raw, matching the ache in lungs that felt as if they’d been set on fire.
A shadow passed over him as footsteps thudded into the ground. David flinched, his cock jolted. He straightened with a surge of anticipation, only to fall back to his elbows as the old man from the inn’s taproom stepped around a twisted pine.
Henryk looked at him with pity and sorrow in his eyes. He knelt down until they were eye-to-eye, shaking his head. “I told you, young American, they will steal your breath, your soul. They disappear at dawn. You believe in the Vila now, don’t you?”
David stared at the old man for a long minute, willing the cotton from his brain. He fought for the memories, but they were hazy and submerged under a sensual wash of physical surrealism. “What happened?”
“Did you meet a woman last night?”
The image of a delicate beauty with flowing hair and moss green eyes emerged from the chaos in his skull. A body that matched his fantasies perfectly, a heat that seared his soul. A strength that defied his logic.
“I did, yes.”
Henryk nodded. He surged to his feet with an agility that took David by surprise and held out a hand to help him up. “Yo
u were either very strong, or she liked you. You survived until the dawn. That’s when the Vilas disappear.”
Slowly David got up, each twinge and ache in his body clarifying the events of the previous night. The pleasure, the danger, the need he had for the mysterious woman. A need that burrowed into the deepest parts of him to rearrange his perspective of the world and of himself.
He reached for his wrinkled, stained clothes with fingers shaking from exhaustion. Spied his camera at the base of a tree. “What did you call her, Henryk?”
“Vila.”
David repeated the word, the memory of the taste of Willa’s floral scent spreading over his tongue at the same time. “She called herself Willa. It’s not quite the same sound.”
“She can call herself what she wants.” Henryk shrugged. “Come, young American. I will feed you until your strength has returned and tell you about the spirits of the forest while you recover, yes?”
His feet leaden, David followed the old man from the woods. The sun was a solid presence in the sky when they finally reached the little town carved out at the edge of the tree line. Henryk took him directly to a small cottage, a cozy shack with a single, wide window facing the trees. A simple home.
Inside, Henryk pointed to the kitchen table as he moved to pull a pan off a hook. “Sit, American, and we will combine our knowledge.”
“My name is David.”
Henryk grunted, turning his back as he busied himself with breakfast. “Tell me what happened.”
David sat with a sigh, leaning his elbows on the table while he cupped his palms around his head. “I was in the woods, waiting by the pond. For most of the night, there was nothing. Then a swan came out of nowhere, flying so close to me I felt the feathers on my face.”
“Yes, they can take that form.”
