by Ravyn Wilde
She grinned wickedly, and darted her tongue out to lick a drop of fluid from the blood-engorged tip, never breaking contact with his eyes. “No. Talk!”
His breath left his body in a convulsive rush at that torment. Talk. About what?
Her tongue licked him from base to straining tip, swirling over and around the head, slipping into its small crease. “Tell me of Dream Walking Mica, tell me while I make your dreams come true,” she moaned against him.
Mica started babbling. He would never remember what he said. He was sure none of it was coherent, but he talked. Growled. Gasped. Every time he hesitated, she stopped her sweet ministrations on his greedy body. So he chattered some more. He may not remember what he said, but what she did to him would be forever imprinted on his soul.
She had tightly controlled his struggling body with her thoughts. He lay in that clearing on the soft blue grass, his arms raised over his head and immobile, his feet spread wide apart with his knees slightly bent. He couldn’t move an inch. He couldn’t raise his hips seeking release; he couldn’t move his head to thrash. There was a small log beneath his neck, so that his head was at an angle that afforded him a perfect view of Tala, her naked body gleaming, and he could watch her as she used it to torment him.
Once he started talking, she moved away from his cock, to rest by one of his feet. She pulled his bent knee onto her lap and leaned over to lightly rub and stroke his instep with her hands. To keep him right at the brink of madness, she used the mental links. They vibrated incessantly, varying in speed and power. And with the links, she added the feel of several tongues, tongues that tormented both his nipples, and swirled over and around his cock. She brought her sizzling slick tongue down to his toes, using it to glide between them, to pull them into her mouth so she could suck and nibble on them. Her hand smoothed along his inner thigh, teasingly close to his balls.
His body burned, the combined sensations of Tala’s hand and tongue, and the links torment drove him so far beyond frantic that he had no idea what he was saying. He just knew he had to continue talking, keep her happy. Being bound so tightly with her will seemed to add a dangerous edge to his desire. He was totally under her control. She could do anything she wanted to him. And he was powerless to stop her.
She moved so sensuously up his body, inch by nerve-racking inch, he was torn between wanting her to speed things up and take him to the highest peak so he could scream his release, and wanting the incredible torment to go on forever. But she moved at her own pace. Slow.
That hot tongue was playing with his knees now. Goddess! With his legs thrown to the side and bent, she was crouched between them, inserting her tongue in the crease formed by the bend. She made sure both sides were equally stimulated. He could feel her searing breath, as she moved up the inside of his thighs, first one side, then the other, nibbling her way up. Sporadically, she would suck the skin into her mouth and bite, the stinging sensation added a sharp edge to his already raging hunger. He wanted to move. He needed to pump his hips and discharge some of this pressure. But still she kept him completely motionless.
While her mouth tormented his inner thighs, her seeking hands found his testicles again. She drew them away from his body gently, laying them in the palm of her hand, playing with the texture and feel of his pouch. They were tense and swollen, begging for her attention. And she gave it. First licking the skin and then sucking each one into the moist haven of her mouth, she rolled them with her tongue. Her breath scorched across the skin between his balls and his cock. It shot up and danced, begging for consideration.
Tala sat up, glancing first at Mica’s eyes. They were fire-blue, intensely ravenous. She shuddered. Glancing down, she licked her lips in anticipation. And studied him. He was perfectly formed, huge and hard with a throbbing vein. She increased the thrumming of the links at his nipples and smiled at his indrawn breath. “You’re not talking.” She said as she reached for him.
He exhaled on a moan. And talked. He was rewarded by her concentration returning to his straining sex. Her moist mouth closed around him, he relished the feel of her taking him in. He swelled unbelievably. He didn’t think he could get any harder than he already was but he did. Straining against her tongue, he didn’t realize he was shouting information at her. She was sucking the head, licking the tip and moving both hands up and down his feverish length. She removed one hand to squeeze the indrawn sac covering his balls. Ash… “Tala, stop. You’ve got to stop.” He chanted frantically. “I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t stop.”
She didn’t stop. Instead she opened the links wide between them. Fed his desire with the knowledge of how her body was reacting to his enjoyment. Let him feel how she gloried in savoring the flavor of him, was excited by the aroma of his desire. She pushed the pulsing links up past the gentle vibration, into a pounding throb. Caught in the cycle of escalating pleasure between link mates, she gasped around him. She could feel everything he was experiencing, and he could feel her body contract and pulse in tune to the throbbing links and her spiraling greed. For him.
Being a part of her through the link sharing, he felt her oncoming orgasm. As much as he enjoyed her mouth, he wanted to be buried inside her when her vaginal muscles clenched hard in climax. He tested the strength of her mental bonds, they had slipped, and she was so fixed on her escalating need that she hadn’t been able to concentrate on holding him still. Gently he tugged away from her binding. She released her mouth to look at him, eyes dazed.
Swiftly he pulled her slick body over him, kissing his musk from her mouth. Delving deep with his tongue he rolled her beneath him and in one hard thrust he was enclosed in her hot cunt. He paused to take pleasure in the involuntary spasms his forceful entry had created within her. Oh, by the Goddess, she was milking him. He fought for control. He didn’t want this to end. Now that he had her beneath him, he wanted to draw the moment out.
Tala’s head tipped back, her hands curled in to fists and beat at his back. She wanted him to move. Fast. Hard.
Mica kissed her throat, bit her shoulder, and rocked into her. “More,” he said as he felt her hips lift, shift in an effort to accommodate his size. “Take more.”
Tala panted, her entire body dewy with sweat and drawn taut. She gasped as he slowly pulled out, moaned with her, and just as slowly drove back in. He filled her. Stretched her. Drove her crazy with this slow pace. Her links had started to pulse deep within her core. The feeling spread throughout her entire body and she felt Mica in every pore, every cell. She was Mica. And he was feeling everything she experienced. Linking mates could create an ever-expanding erotic loop where each partner’s awareness was magnified, amplified and expanded and then given back to the other. Her climax was building to an incredible peak. “Faster,” she moaned. “Pleaaasseee.”
Mica slipped his hands under her satiny ass, and helped her to meet the rhythm that would drive them over this first cliff. She was begging him, whimpering. He shuddered. It felt as if the ground shook with his thrusts. He held Tala to him as she tensed; her body growing rigid and shaking with an explosive release. He closed his eyes and fought the compulsion to go with her. Keeping rigidly still, he rode the clenching tide of her orgasm. He soothed her for a moment. Letting her fall back to herself. He wanted to stay this way forever, links and bodies fully connected, their hearts beating together. The veins on his neck stood out with what it was costing him to keep his body from moving.
It seemed to take a tremendous effort, but Tala raised her eyelids. “Mica.”
Her soft, sated voice made him smile. Gritting his teeth, trying to keep her still, he asked. “Did you enjoy yourself, love?”
“Mom, yes. But I would have to say it doesn’t feel like you did.”
“Oh, I have had a marvelous time. You are an incredible lover, Tala. But we’re not done.”
Tala grinned wickedly. And spiked the links with sensual heat.
Mica’s control snapped. He surged forward and impressively grew larger withi
n her. Tala’s shriek of ecstasy and female hunger only drove him further. She was thrown with him right back into the rapture of their straining bodies. Moving roughly, thoughts of gentle lovemaking thrown aside, he thrust deep and hard into her accommodating body. Feeling her open to him, loving it, loving him, her moans echoing through the clearing. He was stunned. He was an animal. Slamming into her, he was fighting with himself not to give in to the pleasure. Greedily, he wanted more. Good, Goddess! Had anything ever felt so right? She was arching beneath him with unabashed exhilaration. Glorying in his primal taking of her. She was exploding around him, begging him for more. He drove forth, and gave her what she wanted. Crushed her mouth with his and opened the links. His explosion shot through every cell in his body.
Chapter 16
A very long time later, when he thought he could think again, and string more than two words together, he glanced at Tala resting in his arms. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.
Snorting inelegantly, she replied, “No. I loved it. You very rarely lose control, Mica. I like it that I can make you forget yourself.”
Mica smiled. She definitely did that to him. Which reminded him. Without thinking clearly, he opened his mouth and put his foot in it, “What was all that about Dream Walking?”
Tala went rigid in his arms. Before he could stop her she had jumped up and turned to glare at him. She was magnificent. All flashing silver eyes and sex flushed body. Mica groaned. Why hadn’t he kept his mouth shut!
“You creep! First you decide magnanimously…” Tala spit the word at him”…to give me time to grow up. Then you make me crazy by seducing me with your Dream Walking. Did you know that I thought I was going crazy? I thought my mind had taken my secret desires and had made everything so real…that when I woke up naked and with your scent on my skin I just knew I’d lost all hope of a normal life. Those feelings pushed me to do things I never would have done. How could you do that to me? Why would you do that to me?” she was almost in tears.
“The Nubes.” Mica said silently to himself.
But Tala heard. She turned her back on him and started to stomp away. “Of course you know about the Nubes. You probably had Shalan use them to distract me. I hate you right now, Mica,” she snapped.
Silently he stood and went to her. Knowing she’d fight him, that she wanted away from him again, he caught up to her and quickly wrapped his arms around her and drew her tight against him, her back solid against his front. She fought to get away from him, but he held on. Waited quietly for her to stop struggling so that she would hear him when he explained. Tried to ignore what her wriggling body was doing to his. If he gave in to the sensations rioting along his skin, he might never be able to get her to trust him. She couldn’t leave him. The links wouldn’t allow that. But she wouldn’t love him like he wanted. Love him with her heart, and soul.
Tala had finally gone motionless in his arms. Bending his head to her, he murmured softly in her ear, “Give me a chance to explain, Tala. Just hear me out. You don’t owe me anything and you’re right that my treatment of you was wrong. But please listen to me for a moment,” he implored her.
“Fine,” she bit out. “But I want clothes on and I want my own space.”
Mica moved away from her carefully, prepared to pull her back into his arms if she tried to flee. She turned around and glared at him.
“I want clothes,” she reminded him.
Nodding, Mica closed his eyes and concentrated on bringing clothes to them. A beautiful set of iridescent blue link-mate-silks appeared in his hands. Tala shook her head but didn’t comment on the clothing. She’d never worn what Nyssa called ‘I dream of Jeannie fantasy wear’. They were the outfits worn by the claimed women of Zylar. Since she had been claimed several bi-nons ago, she had either been naked or in animal form. Deciding to ignore his choice for the expediency of clothing herself quickly, she stepped into the waist less, individual, pant legs and hooked the side rings to the chains that now permanently encircled her waist, and then draped the cloth strip over the front chain, under her and over the back chain to hide her woman’s hair. She then slid her arms into the short, shimmering blue vest. She noted absently that the blue matched Mica’s eye color. It didn’t cover much though. The vest didn’t close. It just hung over her boobs, stopping just below the nipple, the link chains clearly visible. But of course, that was the idea. The outfit screamed…SHE’S LINKED. “You need to put something on too,” she said. “I am not having a serious discussion with you naked.”
Mica had been standing there, in all his glory, turned on by watching her put on the traditional Zylan link mate clothes. He sighed. What he’d really like to do is rip them off. Instead he stepped into pants of his own. The male version of what Tala had donned. Only the male’s pants had a waistband that hit them low on the hips, and the pant legs were one piece, with a horizontal slit in the material below his navel to highlight the link in his body. The material tented in front with his growing erection.
“Don’t even think about it,” Tala stated. “Just start talking.”
He sighed heavily, just to let her know he was disappointed, and gestured to the rocks by the pond. “Let’s sit so we can be a little more comfortable while we discuss this.”
Without comment, Tala turned and moved to the rocks. Sitting down she turned to him expectantly.
“How much do you know about Dream Walking?” he asked.
“Just what you babbled about while we were busy, some of it I understood, some of it I probably missed because I was otherwise engaged,” she replied. “And that there are very few that can do it.” Tala didn’t miss what her reference to the way she’d gotten her information did to the tented material over Mica’s hard on. It jumped.
Shifting uncomfortably, trying to cool the fire that had started burning again in his veins, Mica looked at her. “Let me make sure you understand. Dream Walking is very unusual. But I have been able to do it since I was a child. When a person enters another’s dreams this way, it is true that they can direct the course of those dreams, but they can not force someone to do something they didn’t want to do.” He paused and looked in her eyes.
Tala nodded. “I never said I wasn’t willing, Mica. I said I thought I was going crazy. You are missing the point.”
“No, I am not, sweetheart. Just let me continue. I will admit that I should have taken your thoughts and desires into consideration when I waited to make you my link mate. I have to say honestly, that I thought I was. I realize now, that if I truly had been, I would have found a way to talk to you about it. Instead, I just made the decision for us both, and thought I was being very long suffering to delay. Then, when Tar took Nyssa as mate, and you seriously planned on joining the Selven, my patience ran out. We were growing farther apart. Not closer. Every time I tried to talk to you, we fought. Or you disappeared for bi-nons.” He stopped her from commenting by holding up his hand. “I understand. You thought you needed to stay away from me, to move forward with your life.” Mica closed his eyes in pain at the memory.
Tala couldn’t help but see the strain on his face as he tried to explain himself to her. Opening his eyes, his serious gaze met hers.
“I was losing you. You were moving further and further away from me and I seriously thought that by Dream Walking, by sharing passion in our dreams, that it would help you move closer to me, to show you that you couldn’t live without me.”
Tala snorted. “Well, it didn’t work.”
“I know that now,” he responded. “And then Raj was dying. The choice was to make you my mate now and maybe let my brother die. Or go to Raj and hope Shalan could delay you.”
Tala started. She hadn’t thought about that. “Raj?” she asked worriedly.
He understood. “He’s fine. It was close, and later I will tell you what happened, but he’s going to be all right. The point is Tala; I had run out of time. My only way of reaching you while I was with Raj was to Dream Walk. I pushed it too far. Then, when that drove you over th
e edge, Shalan suggested the Nubes.” Turning pain-filled eyes on his mate, he continued, “I would never have wanted you to experience another man. You are mine! If I’d known what was happening, believe me, I’d have found some way to stop it. I touched your mind when you were with two of them Tala. One light, one dark. Do you know what it did to me to know that some other man – scratch that –men, even men without brain patterns, were giving you pleasure? And there were two of them,” he ranted.
Tala blushed, but refused to back down. “Probably the same thing it did to me when I found out you trained the Selven in sexual pleasure.”
Heat rose on Mica’s face. Sighing, he acknowledged her statement, “Point taken. I am sorry for that, sweetheart. It is part of the job. I can’t undo the past.”
No, Tala thought. We can’t undo the past. If she were honest with herself, she wasn’t even sure she would want to. Even though it seemed she had loved him forever. Would she really have wanted to be mated at 20? Tala shuddered. For one thing, she knew she would have been a different person than she was today. She would have been all pleasing and concerned only with catering to his every whim. And happy to do it. Only with the added years, and the independence of those years, could she meet him as more of an equal, still loving him, but wanting more for herself. And really, she would have hated to miss out on the Nubes.
“Was it so terrible, Tala?” he asked gently.
“The Nubes, no they weren’t terrible,” she said absently as she stared off into the distance.
Dead silence.
When she realized that he’d been quiet for a long time, Tala shifted her gaze to look at Mica. He was scowling ferociously at her. “What?” she asked.
“I…wasn’t…talking…about…the…Nubes…” He practically shouted.
“What?” Tala’s eyes went wide when she realized what he was saying. Oh, my. Clearing her throat, she squeaked out, “What did you mean?”
