by I. T. Lucas
But it didn’t last. With his fingers moving so gently and slowly inside her, the burning faded almost immediately, replaced by an even more intense pleasure.
“Please,” she breathed, her hips lifting to take in more and undulating around those magical fingers to get them deeper.
“You want more, little one?” He murmured around her wet nipple.
“Yes, please.”
“Since you ask so politely…”
Thrusting his long fingers inside her channel as far as they would go, which was almost to the end of it, he closed his lips over her other nipple.
With Brel’s thrusts becoming increasingly less gentle, and the heel of his palm rubbing the sensitive little nub faster and harder, the tight coil inside Rena kept winding tighter and tighter.
And then he bit down on her nipple, piercing the fabric of her dress and the tender skin underneath it.
Rena screamed, first from the pain of his fangs sinking into her breast, and then from the powerful release that followed.
As his gentle suckling continued, pulling on a string that was connected straight to her fluttering core, the aftershocks of release kept rocking her body.
14
Brel
Brel hadn’t been hungry, but the taste of Rena’s blood was exquisite. He wasn’t taking from her for his sustenance. This was like a fine wine that should be reserved for a special occasion, a treat, just a little bit at a time.
After all, he didn’t wish to deplete her energy when there was so much more that he wanted to do to her.
As he retracted his fangs, he ripped the fabric of her dress to expose her breast and licked the puncture holes closed, making sure to clean up what little blood had smeared over her creamy skin.
Even a single drop shouldn’t go to waste. And the same was true about the nectar seeping from her slit.
Gripping the neckline of her dress, he ripped it apart, exposing Rena’s soft body to his hungry eyes.
Instinctively, her hands flew to cover her breasts. “You ruined my dress. Now I have nothing to cover myself with.”
Funny girl.
He’d pleasured her into one hell of an orgasm, fed from her, and all she could talk about was her dress?
He pulled her hands away. “I’ll buy you a hundred new dresses, but in my bedchamber you’ll always be nude.”
Lifting her up with one hand, he pulled the torn garment from under her with the other and tossed it on the floor.
“You are lovely, my Rena.” He stroked her, smoothing his hand over the side of her breast, down the dip of her waist, and then over her rounded hip. “So very soft.”
Brel preferred the softness of human females, the roundness of their breasts, and even their smaller size.
Krall females were tall and almost as muscular and flat chested as the males. And the sex, well, there was no comparison there. A Krall female fought like a real demoness, using her fangs and claws to inflict as much injury as possible on the one she’d chosen to mate with. She didn’t submit and accept his seed unless he managed to subdue her.
It was survival of the fittest.
Only the strongest males got the chance to father offspring.
Being an aristocrat, Brel had been chosen several times. None had been pleasant experiences, and he wasn’t looking forward to the next invitation even though the matings he’d taken part in hadn’t resulted in a child.
But to refuse was a great offense and unheard of. If summoned, he would have no choice but to accept. Besides, human and Krall couplings didn’t produce children, and duty to his people demanded that he provide at least one.
Lifting Rena off his lap, he laid her down on the bed.
Immediately, she scooted back and crossed her legs at the ankles so he couldn’t see her feminine center.
“Unless you want to court another spanking, spread those lovely legs of yours and let me gaze at what’s mine.”
“You promised that I won’t be treated like a slave.”
He arched a brow. “A consort has a duty to her mate, does she not?”
“And what may I ask is that duty?”
Spunky little human.
Pulling his tunic over his head, he tossed it on top of her torn garment and bent to capture her slender ankles. “To submit to him sexually, of course.” He pulled her legs up and delivered a hard smack to her adorable bottom.
Rena tried to stifle a moan, but he’d heard it. “And where did you find that rule?”
He smacked the other cheek. “In your library.”
“You must have read something archaic. Women are no longer obligated to provide their husbands with sex. Nowadays it has to be voluntary.”
He delivered four smacks in quick succession before draping her legs over his shoulders and dipping his head between her spread thighs. “Then you better do your best to provide it voluntarily, or your beautiful little behind is going to be perpetually sore.”
“Isn’t my punishment over?”
Brel smirked. She was so bent on arguing with him that she didn’t notice the vulnerable position he had her in. Should he deliver a few more smacks?
He would have, but the scent of her desire was calling to him to taste her. Instead, he blew cool air over her heated center. “It’s not over until I say it is.”
15
Rena
As the cool air hit her moist center, Rena suddenly became aware of what Brel had done. She was completely exposed to him. That sensuous mouth of his, with those scary fangs, was hovering a fraction of an inch away from the most vulnerable part of her body.
What on earth had possessed her to argue with him?
As he’d just proven, Brel could do with her as he pleased. She was entirely at his mercy, and he could keep punishing her for days if he wanted to. All she could hope for was that he would be a benevolent master and go easy on her.
Well, not too easy.
The prospect of more “punishments” ramped up her desire, and as his long, pointy tongue found her center, Rena almost climaxed once more. But then he withdrew, circling her lower lips and sucking them into his mouth.
Was he going to bite her there?
Rena tensed. Clenching her bottom, she tried to scoot away, but it was no use. His hold on her was unrelenting.
“Please don’t,” she pleaded.
“Don’t what?”
“Please don’t bite me there.”
He pressed a soft kiss to her dewy lips. “Not today, little one. I had a taste of your exquisite blood already. Now I thirst for your feminine nectar.”
As long as he didn’t bite her sensitive lower lips, she was fine with him doing whatever crazy thing he wanted, like licking her down there.
“Okay.” Rena relaxed her bottom, but since her legs were draped over Brel’s shoulders, her buttocks didn’t touch the bed.
As that incredibly long tongue of his pushed inside her, penetrating her deeper than she’d thought was possible, Rena arched up, impaling herself on that surprisingly strong appendage.
Could he take her virginity like this?
Was it even possible?
It would’ve hurt if he had, right?
Growling like a beast, he thrust his tongue in and out of her, the vibration sending shockwaves through her sheath. She was hanging by a thread, and when he added his thumb to the assault, pressing it against the center of her pleasure and then rubbing gentle circles around it, she came undone.
A scream ripping out of her throat, another climax exploded out of her.
The next thing she knew, the head of his huge shaft was pressing against her sopping entrance, and he was gloriously naked. But admiring his sculpted beauty was the last thing on her mind when faced with the size of what he was about to shove into her.
He was too big. There was no way that thing was not going to rip her in half.
“Do not fear this, little one. It’s going to fit, and it’s going to feel good. I promise.”
He pushed just a frac
tion of an inch inside her, and already the burn was too much.
“It’s not. You’re going to tear me apart with that thing.”
He leaned over her and kissed her lips. “I’m not a human male, Rena. My manhood secretes a special compound to ease the entry. There will be no pain. Only pleasure.”
“Promise?”
“I give you my word. The only time you will feel any pain at all is when I breach your virgin barrier, but that’s unavoidable, and it’s going to be brief.” He pushed a little more and then halted his advance, allowing her to get accustomed to his presence inside her.
Kissing her, he pushed just a fraction more, but other than a stretching sensation and a feeling of incredible fullness, there was no pain.
What he’d said about the special compound must be true because there was no way it wouldn’t have hurt otherwise.
“It’s good,” she murmured against his lips, giving him permission to join them fully.
As he shoved all the way in, the pain of her tearing virginity brought tears to her eyes, which he kissed away as he waited once again for her to adjust.
Just as he’d promised, the pain was gone in seconds.
“Good?” Brel asked.
It was better than good. It was incredible. Being joined with him felt so right, like they were meant for each other, which was absurd given that Krall and humans were not even the same species. But at that moment Rena didn’t care about reality.
She smiled. “Very good.”
Her acquiescence was like a flip of a switch, turning Brel’s expression from tender to feral. It should have frightened her, but by now she trusted him not to hurt her. For some inexplicable reason, this male cared for her.
Don’t fall for him, a barely there voice of reason tried to whisper in her ear. He’s just using you for his pleasure. You are a nobody.
She was about to tell that voice to shut up, when Brel retreated and plunged back deep inside her, and the little annoying whispers were silenced by the relentless possession that followed.
“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” he growled through gritted teeth. “I can’t get enough of you.”
Something about that sentence sounded out of place, but Rena was too far gone to ponder it.
With a roar, Brel erupted inside her, and she joined him, screaming his name as another climax ripped through her.
16
Gabriel
“Gabriel, time to wake up.”
As his eyes popped open, his head turned toward the technician. “That was an hour?”
“On the dot.”
Future adventures were going to be three hours long. But the first several beta runs were more limited in scope.
Still, even an hour felt like a lifetime in the virtual world, and waking up from a fantasy was disorienting. The only reason he’d come out of it so easily was that he’d done it many times before during the alpha stage.
Not like that, though.
Oh, boy, not like that.
Fortunately, his dream climax hadn’t manifested physically. It would have been embarrassing even though expected. Next time he was going to bring a towel.
Just in case.
Rubbing a hand over his jaw, Gabriel closed his eyes and tried to recapture the feel of Rena in his arms.
Not Rena, Brenna. She hadn’t changed her appearance at all, for which he was grateful. It would’ve been disconcerting to be in love with two different women who were one and the same.
As it was, he found it difficult to reconcile Rena with Brenna. She’d been different in the fantasy world, softer, lowering her defensive shields for the adventure.
If only Brenna could retain that in the real world. It must’ve been difficult for her to pretend to be tough and assertive when on the inside she yearned to be soft.
Perhaps once she felt safe with him, Brenna could let go and allow her inner Rena to come out.
She was indeed his perfect match.
And where the hell had the idea for those interesting vampire creatures come from?
Had it been her fantasy?
Or had it been something William had entered into the database?
For sure it hadn’t been anything the teams in charge of creating dream worlds had come up with. He and Hunter had gone over everything that had been entered into the database.
Naturally, the stories were fluid, with the dreamer providing the script and what was going on. But the general world building was provided. It was impossible to create fully customized worlds including all the props and scenery for each client.
It must’ve been William’s work.
He’d said something about changing the algorithm so it could take elements from different fantasy worlds and combine them into new ones, therefore increasing the number of possible scenarios exponentially.
What a ride that had been.
And yet, Gabriel didn’t feel much different than Brel. It still had been him inside that vampiric creature. The outer layer had been changed only slightly.
Except for the blood-sucking, he had no problem identifying with the creature. Having mind control and being able to sniff out emotions was cool. He should thank Brenna for that.
She had given him waist-long hair, and fangs, and clothing that he would’ve never chosen for himself, but other than that his avatar had looked very much like him. It was nice to know that Brenna hadn’t requested significant improvements for him.
Gabriel would have to ask her if she wanted him to grow out his hair. If that turned her on, he was going to find a way to grow it out faster.
“Are you feeling okay?” Steven asked. “Your eyes are still unfocused.”
“I’m fine.”
Steven started removing the stickers holding the wires attached to Gabriel’s body. “Did everything work out okay?”
“Better than okay. I’ll have to congratulate the fantasy creation teams on a job well done. I wonder which one was responsible for designing this world. It was very imaginative.”
And that included a phone call to William.
Gabriel had to know what the guy had done and how he’d done it. And if William wasn’t going to talk, Gabriel and Hunter were going to sit down with that code and figure it out.
This was their company, not William’s, and not Kian’s. Well, technically it was mostly Kian’s now, but they retained creative control.
“Oh, yeah? What was it about?” Steven pulled off another sticker.
“I can’t tell you, buddy. Some of the creativity might have come from my partner. We promise our clients iron-clad confidentiality.”
“I thought that Doctor Brenna was part of the team.”
“She is. But that doesn't mean she’s required to share her virtual experience with any of you.”
17
Brenna
“Doctor Hutchinson, it’s time to wake up,” a pleasant female voice said.
That’s right. Her name was Doctor Brenna Hutchinson.
Oh, wow. A moment ago she’d fallen asleep as Rena, cradled in Brel’s arms after experiencing the best sex of her life.
Not Brel. Gabriel.
What a ride. It had exceeded her wildest expectations, and she wasn’t only referring to the mind-blowing sex.
The virtual fantasy had felt so real.
In there, she hadn’t been Brenna. She’d been Rena the librarian, with a host of memories about a childhood she’d never experienced, including parents and grandparents, which was even more impressive than the incredible fantasy world the program had created for her.
She’d requested a dominant vampire lover, and she’d asked for an alternative history scenario, but the rest hadn’t been hers.
Had it been Gabriel’s?
What an incredible imagination. Except, she remembered him in film class, and he hadn’t been that creative back then. But he had to be creative to come up with the idea for Perfect Match, and for the gaming software he and Hunter had developed before.
Perhaps Hunter w
as the creative genius?
A gentle hand rested on her shoulder. “You need to open your eyes. Your session is over.”
With an effort, Brenna lifted her heavy eyelids and blinked at Sarah. “You want to tell me that this was only an hour?”
“Feels longer. I know.”
“Did you participate in the testing?”
“We all did during alpha stage. But I can’t wait to do it in beta. How amazing was it?”
“Incredible.”
Sarah smiled. “That’s what I thought. I watched your facial expressions. It looked like you were having fun.”
Feeling her cheeks heat up, Brenna lifted her hands to cover her eyes, dragging a host of wires along the way. “Was it that obvious?”
Sarah giggled. “But that’s the whole point of this. No pretense, no hiding, no limitations. Anything goes. If you can’t have fun in a fantasy world without worrying about god knows what, then where?”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
“Let me take these stickers off.” Sarah took one of Brenna’s hands and started working on the wires. “Your fantasy was unique because you knew who you were partnering with. When the rest of us start beta-testing, it will be together with a bunch of volunteers, not just coworkers, because that can become awkward.” She leaned closer. “Imagine the looks and the guesswork. At least when there are volunteers thrown into the mix, the chances of partnering with someone you know are lower.”
Brenna frowned. “But everyone will know who gets hooked up when. How are you going to keep it a secret?”
“We will have a machine moved to another location.” She closed her eyes for a brief moment. “I know it’s silly, but I can’t help hoping that I will find my perfect match.”
“I wish you luck.”
“You too.”
“Thanks.”
The thing was, Brenna had already found her perfect match. The question was how on earth was she going to face him after the fantasy they’d shared.
