by L. L. Frost
I should have called to see when they would be home before letting Tally shove me out of the bakery. There’s no point in being home if they’re not here.
I’ll just change and make a stew that can be reheated later or stored for tomorrow if they decided to eat out tonight.
Jogging up the first flight of stairs, I pause on the landing to stare down the short hall to Emil’s closed door. “Tac?”
I wait a moment to see if the giant cat monster will make an appearance before I shrug and head up the second flight to my bedroom in the attic. My eyes instantly move to the pile of pillows at the headboard. I rebuilt my nest, but it doesn’t feel right without my cornerstone.
Something flutters on the foot of my mattress, and I walk closer, curious what was left for me. I haven’t reset my barrier on the threshold, and the guys sometimes sneak in to check on me. They think I don’t know, and I allow the pretense.
The bright pink plaid skirt stands out brightly against my comforter. A matching pair of suspenders lay over a button-up white shirt with a scalloped collar and princess cap sleeves. A pair of white thigh-high socks rest on the bed next to the ridiculous outfit, along with a notebook.
Smiling, I pick up the book and flip it open. A stick figure with circles for boobs wears the skirt on the first page. I flip to the next, find a similar drawing in a slightly different pose, then quickly ruffle through the book. The stick figure takes on life, bending over and lifting her skirt while another stick figure walks onto the page, fire rising from its head, and proceeds to spank the first one.
A laugh escapes me, and I reach the end of the animation to find an arrow pointing to the right. I turn to my open window and stare across the roof to the glow of Kellen’s room. The storm demon leans in his open window, his shoulders bare and golden, his hair like fire. He points behind me, then crooks a finger in invitation.
I lift the dress and shout, “You can’t be serious!”
In answer, he steps back from the window, revealing his complete lack of clothes. My mouth waters at all that delicious skin on display, and grinning, I toss the school uniform back on the bed, then strip out of my hoodie and t-shirt.
If my storm demon wants to play, we can play.
Cold wind flutters the pleated hem of my skirt as I run across the length of roof that separates my bedroom from Kellen’s. Like all of his clothing gifts, the schoolgirl uniform is a size too small, the shirt uncomfortably tight across my breasts and the skirt indecent for public view.
I reach his window and grasp the windowsill, easily hoisting myself into the open window. Unlike the last time I visited, no barrier blocks my entry into his room. It feels like so long ago that I came to him for help in bringing Tac back home after he escaped, and for me, it has been. But for Kellen and the others, barely two weeks have passed.
Hunger gnaws at my stomach as I take in Kellen’s glorious nudity. He lays on the bed, golden body on full display. One knee bends up, giving me full view of everything from his beautiful balls to the mouth-watering length of his hard cock.
Drool floods my mouth. I want that cock on my tongue and down my throat. I need his release in my stomach, his power in my core. Swinging one leg into his room, then the other, my stocking covered feet sinking into the throw rug laid out on the floor.
His lightning-kissed eyes watch me through hooded lids, lazy and waiting for me to come to him.
Hips swaying to make the skirt dance, I pad across the floor and stop at the foot of his bed. Behind me, a floor-length mirror hangs on the wall next to his dresser, and when I raise a knee onto his bed, his gaze flickers to it, his cheeks darkening with desire.
Hands on the bed, I bring my other knee up, cool air kissing my bare ass. I didn’t bother with underwear when I changed into this outfit, and the way his lips part on a shaky breath is all the reward I need.
My hips sway as I crawl toward him, the skirt riding higher. At his calf, I pause, unable to resist bending my head to lick the static from his skin. It nips at my tongue and crackles down my throat like sparklers. The scent of ozone and fresh rain fill my nose, and I move higher, chasing the small storm on his skin past his knee and up his inner thigh.
His legs spread wider, one large hand tangling in my hair to urge me faster.
I pause at his balls, the heat of his skin warm on my lips as I drag in a heady breath filled with his desire. Hundreds of times, I thought I’d have to wait an eternity to taste him again, accepted the possibility I would lose him to another succubus, that someone else would take my place while I built up enough power to return.
With a needy whimper, I let his hand urge me the rest of the way, my mouth open and hungry over his balls. The skin, so delicate, tastes of salt and soap from a recent shower. I lick and suck, pulling one ball then the other into my greedy mouth until he only smells like me.
My storm demon. My Kellen.
Lifting a hand, I curl it around his hot cock, noting when it jumps in reaction to something I do and returning to that spot, giving more attention to the underside of his balls until his breaths leave in gasps and cum leaks over my fingers. When I hit a particularly sensitive spot, his hand clenches in my hair before he drags my head up. He pulls my hand from his dick and fists himself, lifting his cock from his taught stomach to position the plump head at my lips.
My tongue darts out, catching a pearl of cum. It hits my system like a lightning bolt, jolting every nerve to life, and my eyes close in pleasure before I reach for more.
But my tongue finds only empty air, and Kellen’s hold on me tightens, his body flexing beneath me. My eyes pop open in surprise as he sits up, drawing our faces closer. My eyes drop to his lips, red and parted, and liquid heat floods between my legs.
Yes, I want that mouth, too. I want every part of him, any way I can claim it.
But when his head dips toward me, he bypasses my waiting lips to find my ear, his voice a low rumble of thunder. “Did you forget your punishment so easily?”
My eyes widen, and his hold on me firms, preventing me from pulling away. “You can’t be serious. Right now?”
“You agreed.” He licks the shell of my ear. “Whatever I needed to make us even.”
My pulse quickens. “But I don’t like pain with sex.”
“Punishment is not about what you like, honey.” A large hand grabs my leg, yanking it over his hip.
His cock nudges against my inner thigh, so close to my entrance, before he pulls my other leg over his lap, grabbing my arm in the process. It tips me off balance, and I land face down in the sheets, spread crossways over his lap with my thighs partway on his. Caught between us, his hot dick pulses against my mons as he flips my skirt up to bear my ass.
My toes press against the bed, and I wiggle to get away, his cock a tantalizing tease against my swollen sex. He holds me in place, squeezing one ass cheek then the other as if testing my durability.
I’m damn durable, but I came here expecting sex, not a spanking, and kick my heels up at him, my yell muffled against the mattress. “I want to suck your dick!”
“You can do that after.” A soft slap lands just under my left ass cheek, and I squeak more in surprise than pain. He rubs the offended flesh. “Pink looks good on you, but red will look even better.”
The next slap lands with more force on my opposite cheek, and I twist to glare at him.
One golden brow lifts, and the next smack lands right in the center with a pop that sends ripples between my thighs.
When I kick up a leg, nailing him in the shoulder, he grins. “That just added to your punishment. Do you remember why you’re being punished?”
I drop my face back into the mattress. “Because I took away your self-control.”
A harder blow lands, my entire body rocking. “And?”
I wiggle, his hard cock rubbing against me, taunting me with what I can’t have. “Because I cut ties with my corporeal body.”
His hand lands higher. “And?”
My entire ass
feels red hot, but the way his hand smooths over my skin makes me want to lift into his touch. I fist the sheets to stay still. “I make impulsive decisions without thinking through the consequences.”
The next blow lands back across the center of my ass, stinging sharp, and my hips lift involuntarily into it.
Kellen palms my heated flesh, his fingers dipping between my cheeks to brush near my center. “Are you enjoying your punishment?”
“No,” I whimper as I wiggle to slide his hand lower.
His fingertips brush along my folds, then lift away, and he sucks them loudly. “Oh, I think you are.”
A sharp spank rocks me, and I whimper in confused, frustrated desire. While I’ve never been eager for the S&M fantasies some of my cousins specialize in, Kellen gives off enough desire to turn this into rough foreplay, no matter his intention. My succubus nature knows he wants me, even if he needs to punish first, and works to convert the sharp slaps against my ass into pleasure. The only way he could truly hurt me like this is if he didn’t care for me at all.
Another swat lands. “Are you going to keep putting yourself in danger?”
“Probably.” I tilt my hips, expecting the next strike.
He doesn’t disappoint. “What was that?” he demands with another solid smack.
A hiss of pleasure leaves me, and I inch my legs apart, undulating in his lap to rub against his cock. His desire fills the air, heady as I breathe it in, the flavor rich on my tongue. “I’ll probably get in trouble again.” His hand strikes my inner thigh, and I reach back to yank my skirt higher, exposing more of my flesh for his sweet torment. “I’ll do better about communicating, though. I’ll be such a good communicator.”
Frustration fills his voice. “You’ll at least try to stay out of danger?”
I nod eagerly. “Try so hard.”
His hand slides up to the apex of my thighs, his fingers stroking the outer folds of my core. “And we’ll go on dates.”
“So many dates,” I pant in agreement, then rear up onto my elbows to peer over my shoulder at him. “Dates?”
He teases without entering. “Dancing. Breakfast. Movies.”
“Yes,” I hiss in anticipation.
He finds my aching center, his fingers driving inside. My back arches, taking him in deeper, but it’s not enough, not thick enough or long enough for what I crave.
Then even that little amount of fulfillment vanishes as he pulls his fingers free of my body and lifts them to his mouth. My heart races as his lips close over his fingers, licking away my desire, and I slowly inch backward off his lap until his cock nudges against my cheek.
Eyes on his, I turn my head to take him into my mouth in a mirror image of his action. Thick and hot on my tongue, I dive down, groaning at the pleasure as he fills my mouth and throat. He tastes like cum, me, and thunderstorms rolling in, and I groan as I pull back until just his plump head rests at my lips. I lick the pearls of cum from his tip, then wiggle my tongue into his slit, chasing after more of that amazing flavor before I take him fully back into me, swallowing around his length.
He groans, one hand fisting in my hair while the other reaches beneath me to cup my breast through the tight confines of my shirt. His nail scrapes over my nipple, and lightning rocks through me. My nipple hardens, eager for more, and he catches the small bud between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and pulling.
My inner muscles quiver, and I press my thighs together to ease the aching emptiness as I fist his cock, my hand slick with spit and cum as I stroke him in time to my head bobbing. My other hand finds his balls, rolling the delicate flesh and dipping lower to rub against the sensitive place on the underside I found earlier.
More cum fills my mouth, his muscles tensing, and I hum with excitement as his orgasm rushes toward completion.
But before I receive my reward, he pulls me off him once more.
At my growl of warning as his cock pops free of my mouth, he chuckles. “Don’t worry, you’ll get what you want.”
“I want your cum in my mouth,” I hiss as he rolls me onto my back.
He bends over me, a lightning storm flashing in his eyes. “And I want it somewhere else.”
Reaching for the collar of my shirt, he rips it open, buttons flying everywhere, then yanks it down to my elbows, freeing my boobs while locking my arms in the tight confines of the shirt at the same time. He hikes my skirt up and grabs me by the back of my knees, pulling me closer. My boobs bounce, my nipples aching for attention.
Eyes on them, he bounces the bed and growls with satisfaction as my boobs bounce again. I wiggle, trying to free my arms, and he grins as I bounce some more.
Stilling, I glare up at him. “If you don’t get your cock in me right now–”
His gaze meets mine, one fiery brow lifting. “You’ll what?”
“Bad things,” I assure him. “Very bad things.”
His large hand closes around himself, stroking his length slowly. “I’m going to build up that storm inside you. Make it so big you never have to look at another ley line.”
“Were you jealous of other power being in me? Filling me up so full I thought I would burst?” I give him a crafty smile as I purr, “Making it so you couldn’t touch me?”
Thunder rattles the room, the lights flickering like lightning, and outside, the pelt of rain hits the roof, filling the room with ozone laden air.
My eyes flicker to the window, where the sky now shows dark gray clouds, the evening pushed into night. “You were jealous. All that magic in me, and none of it yours.”
He bends over me, lightning flashing in his pupils. “I still smell it on your skin. Still taste it on your lips. We all do. You’re ours, but you smell like something else still owns you.”
My heart slams against my ribs, terrified and turned on at the same time, and I spread my legs in invitation. “Then make me yours. Give me your power so everyone knows I belong to you.”
He cups my cheek, static sparking against my skin. He leans down, his nose rubbing against mine, and croons, “I want to break you.”
Lips parting, I curl a leg around his hips. “Then break me.”
“Remember you asked for this,” he growls before his mouth covers mine.
His tongue thrusts deep into my mouth, power following like a flood. Lightning and thunder rattle my bones, electricity setting my nerves on fire. His cock pushes at my entrance, and he slides into me all at once, my inner walls stretching to accommodate his length. My back arches off the bed, my hard nipples brushing his muscular chest.
I come apart in his arms, my orgasm spiraling out of me with the strength of a hurricane. It twists through my core, feeding on the ley line power that still lingers there, then yanks it out.
The power rushes back out of me, funneling into Kellen, and his mouth leaves mine. I gasp at the sudden loss, my body still rippling with aftershocks of pleasure. But Kellen doesn’t give me time to recover from my orgasm.
He rises above me, hands hard on my ass as he hefts me higher to meet the thrust of his hips. Storm clouds roll from his back, and he throws his head back, mouth wide as he releases the power stolen from me. It crashes against the ceiling, flows along the rafters, then out the window to join the storm outside.
Hunger and need claw at me, and my legs turn into a vice around my storm god as his head lowers, his lightning riddled eyes finding mine. His body surges inside me, a new storm building, and my channel clenches around him, muscles tight and flexing, urging him on. A light mist pebbles on my skin, and static lifts my hair. He thrusts fast and hard inside me, a tsunami building between us. I struggle to lift my arms, to hold onto him, but his storm won’t be bound, and the shirt bunched around my arms holds strong.
A sucking sensation fills the room, the fine hairs on my body lifting. Kellen stills, hips flush to mine as his cock pulses, and the tsunami crashes into me with the destructive power to wipe out a city. The influx of power sends me over the edge, a second orgasm dancing sparklers across my
vision as pleasure rocks my body.
Kellen pulls out of me, and I sag onto the bed as I struggle to catch my breath. I lick my lips. “That was– Ep!”
I yelp as he flips me onto my stomach, pulls me onto my knees, and his cock fills me once more. I gasp at the unexpected invasion, then moan as he sets up a rolling, easy pace, like a spring rain that slowly builds the pleasure between us once more.
My gasps and moans fill the room, and I lean back into his thrusts, tightening around him to prolong the sensations every time he pulls back. His hands smooth over my hips and ass, my skin still hyper-sensitive from the spanking earlier.
The angle changes as he leans over me, his weight against my back. His cock rubs against the bundle of nerves inside me, ratcheting up the pleasure, which soars to new heights when he reaches beneath me to cup my swaying breasts. Fingers pluck lightly at my nipples, bring on bright pops of pleasure, and my mouth opens on a gasp that fills my lungs with the musky scent of our combined arousal.
With a groan, I bury my face in the sheets, filling my senses. My inner muscles quiver, my body tightening on the verge of another orgasm.
Kellen pinches my nipples harder, sending me over the edge, and I cry out my release. He follows a moment later with the sweet push of a spring storm. It joins the tsunami in my core, the two forces so different but no less devastating. Power crashes through me, spreading to the tips of my fingers and toes before rolling back to my center.
I cry out again, shaking with the effort to contain it all.
Kellen pulls free from my body, and rolls me into his arms, his body hot as heat lightning against me. He pulls my shirt back up to free my arms, then strokes my hair, his lips close to my ear. “It’s okay, don’t fight the storm. It will pass, and the tiny storm inside you will grow. You will be glorious and terrifying.”
He touches my chin, tilting my head until I see the doorway. Emil and Tobias stand in the opening, Tobias’s eyes blacked out to show a void of starlight and Emil’s completely white with a winter storm. They still wear their suits from the office, though Tobias’s tie hangs undone from his neck.