Dark Swan

by Yumoyori Wilson

  I took a deep breath and laid her down gently on the bed. I loved the way her damp hair feathered over the pillow.

  “You are really gorgeous,” I told her as I trailed my fingertips from the area between her breasts to her navel.

  I swirled my index finger in a circle around her belly button. She grinned and nibbled on her bottom lip. She looked incredibly sexy.

  “You’re handsome,” she said, returning the compliment.

  “Are you okay with all this?” I asked.

  She took a deep breath and gazed up at the ceiling before locking eyes with me again. “I want this.”

  “You do?” I raised my eyebrows. After all, we had only just met, but chemistry blazed through the room and between us. My desire was spreading like wildfire inside of me.

  I saw and recognized the same spark of attraction flickering in her eyes.

  “There is something about you that I trust,” she said. “I can feel it, deep in my bones. If it weren’t for you, I’d be dead, floating in the river somewhere downstream by now.”

  “But you aren’t,” I reminded her. “I just did what I had to do. I was in the right place at the right time.”

  “Thank God for that.” Sophia looked at me and her smile was vulnerable and amazing.

  I unhooked her bra and slid it off of her arms. She kept her eyes on me as if she wanted to watch my reaction.

  Her breasts were ample and full with two a tiny pink nipple in the center of each. They looked perky and kissable. I squeezed and tugged on them until she cried out.

  “Sorry,” I said with a wince. “I’m not used to being gentle, but I promise you that I am trying.”

  Sophia sat up and smiled as she leaned in to plant her lips on mine. The warmth of her skin- to-skin contact and her mouth connecting to mine was nearly enough to send me over the edge.

  “It’s okay,” she breathed into my ear as she began to shower my neck with kisses. “We have a lot to learn from each other. We might as well start here.”

  I gave her an eager grin. She was radiantly beautiful, beaming there like some kind of incredible angel.

  She stroked my bare back by grazing her fingernails against my skin. It felt incredible. I was over the moon with pleasure. I groaned and my eyes rolled back in my head. I took her by the hips and slid her on top of me, but I did it in a jerky movement that I was afraid might have hurt her.

  “Are you okay?” I asked and nudged my chin in the direction of her broken leg.

  “I’m fine,” she said and smiled. “Don’t worry about me. I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself. I’ve never had consensual sex before.”

  I pondered her statement. “Me either.” It was a magnificent rush to know that we were doing this of our own accord and not because someone was forcing us into it.

  My heart pounded at the prospect of being in a room alone with a woman like Sophia and having privacy as we made love in an intimate setting where neither one of us were being watched or screamed at or to meet the demands of another’s pleasure over our own.

  It was a wonderful feeling that I wanted to embrace and never let go. I began trailing gentle kisses from her neck down to her breasts. I took the squeezable flesh in my hands and cupped them as I sucked on her erect nipples.

  She moaned in response. I was elated that she seemed to be enjoying herself. Sophia had been through hell, but I could relate. I had been brutally abused by my Master too. I felt that in some ways, our connection was profoundly deeper because of that unique bond we shared.

  We could feed off of each other’s pain, or we could make something beautiful out of it and that was exactly what I intended to do with her.

  I edged my head closer to the magical blossom between her legs. Her breathing quickened. I glanced up at her and noticed that her cheeks were rosy with desire. Her eyes were desperately flickering with longing and lust.

  “Is this okay?” I asked her again. I didn’t want to hurt her any more than she was already injured. I had to try and be careful, but it was going to be a challenge.

  My cock throbbed between my legs. My shaft rubbed up against her inner thigh and she opened her mouth to exhale a delicate sigh of ecstasy.

  “Don’t stop,” she panted. She opened her legs, ripening for me.

  I stared at the swollen, juicy pink slit between her legs. I was desperate to feel her there, to touch her there, to fuck her.

  “I want to taste you,” I told her.

  She nodded. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. Her legs were quivering as she raised her knees and opened her legs wider in order to grant me the access I manically craved.

  I pushed my head between her legs. As soon as my mouth made contact with the engorged lips between her legs, she moaned out with sensual bliss. She squeezed her inner thighs around my head.

  She tugged on my hair as I swirled my tongue around on her clit. I had to be careful not to bite her. I couldn’t get enough. She tasted so sweet, like honey. I could drink in her delicious nectar forever and I still would thirst for her.

  Her body was my playground and my hunger for her was insatiable. Now that I had tasted her, I would always want more. I could feel her clitoris throbbing as I grazed my tongue softly across the sensitive, pulsing flesh.

  Her moans were more intense now. Her body was clammy, sweaty in the spicy, electric heat between us. I wanted to bridge the gap and fill the void caused by all the suffering she had ever endured. I wanted her to forget all her problems and all the pain she felt inside and out.

  I wanted to kiss all her bruises away. My tongue furiously slid in and out of her warm pussy. She was soaking wet. There was a puddle between her legs that was drenching the bedsheets. My heart galloped in my chest. I couldn’t believe I was the one bringing her so much intense pleasure.

  When she began to tremble and tighten her legs around my ears and my temples, I knew that she was close to climax. She dug her nails into my back and burrowed her heels into my torso. She screamed with ecstasy and arched her back. The pressure was building. The steam had to be released.

  I continued to vigorously lick and suck on her clitoris and nibble on her swollen pussy lips. I drank in every last drop of her juicy goodness, and when she came, I held her tightly in place as she trembled in my arms. She was at my sexual mercy. She caved into her own pleasure.

  Once she was finished, I sat up straight and stared deep into her beautiful eyes. We were both panting hard.

  “Did you like it?” I asked, even though I could tell by the blissful gleam in her eye that she had immensely enjoyed the oral sex I had just performed on her.

  “It was amazing,” she sighed with a look of serenity on her face.

  Her cheeks were still flushed in the aftermath of her orgasm. Her hair fell over her face, cascading it in a mysterious shadow that filled me with wonderment. She gazed down at my hard cock. It was like a rocket, ready for blast off.

  “I have a condom,” I said as I watched her staring at my pulsing rod. I wanted to make sure she felt comfortable with me.

  “That’s great,” she said with a beaming smile.

  That response was all the encouragement I needed from her to be ready to go. I reached with shaking hands into my jeans pocket and pulled out a condom. She helped me sheath it on. She looked erotically charged once again.

  I groaned as I pushed myself inside of her. Her throbbing, pink flesh grazed pressed my shaft. There was no friction. She was as wet as a geyser. My manhood slid right inside of her with graceful ease.

  I pushed myself farther inside of her with a grunt. I wanted to bury my pleasure snake deep inside her. Sophia draped her arms around my neck. “You can try to go gentlier,” she reminded me.

  I nodded. “I’ll do the best I can,” I said in a trembly voice that was laced with passion.

  I used slow and rhythmic thrusts at first, but after several minutes, I couldn’t help myself. I slammed into her soaking pussy. She was glistening. She kept her legs wrapped around my waist and ra
n her hands through my hair.

  I got lost in the moment. I forgot all my cares. The whole world melted away as I got lost in naked, sweaty unison with Sophia. We were two bodies intertwined in sexual euphoria. The best part was that no one was around to watch us or tell us what to do. We were in control of our own bodies and we had full charge over the dials of pleasure. We could tone it down or wind it up. The choice was up to us and us alone.

  Sophia was moaning loudly in response to the girth of my hardened cock. She gasped as I pushed myself back and forth. She rocked in unison with me. I clamped my hands over her waist and pounded into her.

  I noticed after a few minutes that she looked like she might be in pain, so I did my best to slow down and start grinding against her with less powerful motions. She seemed to respond better to that.

  I knew I wouldn’t be able to contain my load for much longer. I was close to the finish line. The tingle was increasing, running up and down my spine. My bones felt wavy. The meter of pleasure and passion was at max capacity throughout my body.

  I groaned and grabbed her hair and tugged on it as I came. I slapped her breasts and watched as she cried out with her own sexual euphoria. I exploded my hot seed deep inside of her, filling the condom to the brim.

  I couldn’t move after I came. I felt wobbly. My arms and legs might as well have been made out of jelly.

  I collapsed beside her on the tiny twin mattress. She ran her hands through my hair and whispered softly to me.

  “That was wonderful.”

  I studied her. I frowned.

  “What’s the matter?” Her feminine voice was like a gentle breeze tickling my soul.

  “I feel like I hurt you,” I said.

  “You didn’t hurt me.” She shook her head in denial. “I enjoyed it.”

  “I will try to get better about being so aggressive during sex,” I said.

  “Cut yourself some slack,” she told me tenderly.

  She leaned down and gave me a kiss that awakened my senses.

  “Thank you for giving me a chance,” I said.

  “It was wonderful,” she admitted. “Now let’s just sit back and relax. I’ll probably fall asleep any minute.”

  I chuckled. We had provided each other with stress relief, and I was grateful for that. “Sounds good to me,” I said. “If you want, I can stay here with you until you fall asleep since you are in a new place. I don’t want you to feel afraid or uncomfortable anymore.”

  Sophia gave me a smile brimming with appreciation. “I would like that very much.”

  She rested her head on my chest. I knew she was listening to my heartbeat. It was an amazing feeling to have a warm body to lie next to after so many years of destructive loneliness. Maybe Sophia had been placed into our lives for a bigger purpose than we could understand right now. I was going to take this opportunity to start healing myself from the inside out.

  I wouldn’t waste a single moment of freedom with her. I couldn’t wait to show her how incredible being a shifter in the wild could be. Her Master would never lay a single finger on her again.

  If he tried, he would have to go through me first.

  21

  Ayden

  The morning after Sophia came into our lives like a hurricane, I was sitting at the breakfast table in the bunker with James and Cameron when Blaze and Sophia came walking through the door.

  Sophia was maneuvering along with a cane, and also a little extra assistance from Blaze, her leg still in a brace. The first thing I noticed about Blaze was that there was a pep in his step and a little ring to his voice. His eyes were flickering with delight. I made a mental note to ask him what was behind the vibrant joy this early in the morning.

  Sophia was beautiful. I could tell that she had taken a shower and cleaned herself up a bit. Her hair was no longer matted and stringy. It was lively and soft and bouncy, slickly jet black like the river without the moon.

  There was even a little rosy tint to her cheeks that added to her vitality.

  “You look like a fresh shower and a good night of sleep have made you feel better,” I told her with a smile.

  She beamed. “Yes, I suppose you are right about that.” She flickered her gaze down at her lap. “I can’t even remember the last time I got a refreshing night of sleep.”

  “There is plenty more where that came from,” I told her with a smile and took a sip of coffee.

  I slid across the bench to allow her to sit down next to me. She glanced around the room. It seemed like all eyes were on her.

  “Don’t worry about the stares,” I reassured her. “They’ll get used to you.”

  “You were voted in last night,” Blaze explained to her. “Due to your circumstances, the residents of the bunker are going to allow you to stay here and recover for as long as you like.”

  I watched as Sophia’s facial features instantly flooded with relief. “Thank you so much. All of you. She clamped her hands together as if getting ready to pray. “I don’t know how I will ever repay you.”

  “You don’t need to repay us,” Cameron said. “You’ve been through enough already. Don’t let the guilt overcome you. It’s just a terrible emotion that the Masters try to ingrain into their slaves. You are past that part of your life now.”

  Sophia gave him a timid smile as if she wanted to believe him but that the emotional wounds were still too open and raw. It was going to take some time. We had all been there and we were all in a mode of recovery, even a couple of years later.

  “I can help you get some breakfast if you like?” James asked.

  “Sure.” Sophia nodded. “I’m pretty hungry.”

  As soon as they stood up to go to the buffet line that was set up by volunteers each morning, afternoon, and evening, I took it upon myself to get to the bottom of Blaze’s behavior.

  “Hey,” I whispered to him privately when we had a moment alone at the table.

  He gave me a sideways glance and took a sip of milk from a carton he had picked up on the way in.

  “Yeah?”

  “What are you so happy about?” I asked.

  “What are you talking about?” He scoffed as if he were trying to blow off my accusation of a gleeful demeanor.

  “You are practically beaming, man,” I told him. “What gives?”

  “Nothing,” he blurted out a little too quickly to be convincing.

  I cast him a cynical look. Blaze wasn’t a very good liar, fortunately for me. “Just tell me what’s going on.”

  “I don’t have to tell you anything,” Blaze said and frowned at me.

  I studied his face for a few moments. His ears were red. He was hiding something from me and I was determined to figure out what it was.

  “You hooked up with her, didn’t you?” I didn’t know whether to praise him or feel jealous of him.

  He raised his eyebrows as if he couldn’t believe I had guessed it, but at the same time I could tell that he wanted suggest that my assumption was preposterous so that he could keep denying it.

  I looked over at Sophia, who was with James in the line for oatmeal and eggs. We had some chickens out back. That’s how we got our eggs, and we had a trade and barter system with some vendors in the city who provided us the essentials for food we couldn’t farm or grow ourselves.

  I focused my attention back to Blaze and leaned over the table to really study him. “Why won’t you just admit it?”

  Blaze rolled his eyes and shifted his positioning on the bench. “All right, fine. I fucked her.”

  I felt my mouth hang open in stunned response. That was not what I was expecting him to say at all.

  “You fucked her?” I asked. We had only met her a day ago.

  “I don’t know what happened.” Blaze scratched his head contemplatively. “One thing just led to another…”

  “Was it consensual?” I gave him a combative glance.

  He met my gaze. “Of course. Absolutely. I would never take advantage of her like that.”

  “
So, she willingly had sex with you?’ I asked.

  I needed to see him nod his head for confirmation before I would be willing to believe it.

  “Everything just happened so fast,” he said, a perplexed look on his face as if he were just as confused about the situation as I was.

  “Did this happen last night?” I probed.

  Blaze glanced at me and nodded right before Sophia, James and Cameron wandered back over to the table and I wasn’t able to question him further.

  I couldn’t help but wonder what Sophia was willing to do if she was okay with having sex with Blaze last night. I wanted to get to know her too. I craved intimacy with a beautiful woman, a mysterious black swan shifter like herself.

  I was an extremely competitive guy. I wanted to know what it felt like to see her naked, to run my hands all over her body, to push my hard cock inside of her wet pussy. My manhood began to throb and pulse between my legs as I vividly imagined the dreamy fantasy.

  Everyone at the table was talking to her and asking her questions about how she slept last night, how her leg was feeling today, if she liked the breakfast, and what her general comfort level was.

  I was only partially paying attention to the flow of conversation that floated around our table. My wandering brain had a mind of its own. My intuition kept telling me to pursue her, to get her alone so that I could experience that intimate time as well. I would respect her wishes, but at the same time, if she came on to me, I wouldn’t say no.

  The fantasies about being with her in a private setting like that continued to spread like wildfire through my mind. I could imagine anything and everything I wanted to. I just needed to manifest it into my reality.

  After I noticed that Sophia was finishing up her bowl of oatmeal and glass of milk, I looked at her intensely enough that she gazed up at me with curious intrigue. My heart raced and my hands felt clammy.