Harvest Moon: Beaux Rêve Coven, Book 4

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by Devlin, Delilah


  She bent, and then gasped, and slowly reached out to grip him around his shaft. “What’s it like fucking another satyr?” she asked, her hand stroking over him.

  “What you would expect. She presents her rear; after I taste her, pleasuring her the same way I would a female human before entering her, I mount her.”

  “And when you’re with a human?”

  “I have to show greater care. I can’t jump on her or I’d crush her, but I encourage her to bend and get under me. She guides me inside.”

  “Must be painful,” she said, her fingers measuring his girth.

  “Some women like to be stretched.”

  He heard her swallow and turned his face away so she wouldn’t see him smile. “This is a dream, Radha,” he said, though, even then, he’d suspected it was more than that. Still, he was willing to offer her a way to save face. “You can get under me and back onto my cock. Brace your hands against my front legs to hold yourself in place and let me do the work.”

  She dropped his penis and moved away.

  “Or, if you’re rather,” he said, hoping to salvage something of this interlude, “I can change back into a man, and we can enjoy the soft grass on the banks of the pond.”

  She didn’t turn back to face him, but her clothing shifted. First, she shed her soft tunic. Then her crinkly cotton skirt. Beneath both, she wore no underwear. When she faced him, he could see how distended her nipples were. He strode toward her, reached out to grip her sides and lifted her until her chest was within reach of his mouth. With his first sucking pull, she wrapped her legs around his torso, where his smooth human skin met his horse’s hide. When he pulled again, she began to rub on his hide, her open sex wetting his fur. “Not too much of that,” he whispered. “You’ll get itchy.”

  “It’s a dream,” she gasped as she rubbed again. “If I get too itchy there, I’m sure you can figure out a way to make me stop thinking about it.” She lifted her breast to his mouth and let her head fall backward as he nibbled and plucked.

  When she grew restless, he put her on the ground. “Get beneath me, Radha,” he said. “Let me show you…”

  She ducked beneath his belly, and he felt her back smooth across his underbelly as she eased backward. When his cock touched her ass, she gave a nervous giggle. “I can’t believe I’m doing this—and I bet you hear that all the time.”

  “I do,” he said then hissed when she reached for his penis and pointed the head at her vagina. “You’re wet,” he muttered.

  “I’m supposed to be, right?”

  “Just thinking of something to say.” Because if he thought about how she wriggled backward, trying to shove against his penis, he thought he might explode all over her ass.

  “Stand still,” he said. “Brace your hands.”

  She did. When her hands pushed against the backs of his forelegs, he pulsed forward, the cap pressing against her narrow opening. Her pussy contracted but then released a rush of fluid and relaxed. He entered her.

  Her body shuddered beneath his. “Fuck,” she said. “Oh, my fucking Goddess. I’ve never felt anything…that fucking huge!”

  With his own body quivering like he was running a race, he flexed his haunches and lunged a little forward. “Can you take that?” he asked, praying she’d say yes.

  “Yes. More!” she shouted.

  She took everything he gave her. When she came, she sagged toward the ground, coming off his cock, but raising her face as he showered her with his come.

  When he carefully moved backward, she smiled up at him. “So, now I know.”

  “Yes, you do.”

  They shared smiles until she faded from his dream.

  A hand swatted his belly. “Nikon,” Khan said. “We aren’t fucking her tonight. You know that, right?”

  They were paces from her bedroom door. “Right. Got it. No pussy fucking.”

  “Or ass,” Khan said. “She’s not ready.”

  “I’m up for whatever,” Nikon said, cupping his cock through his jeans.

  Inside her room, Radha moved toward her bed. Still faced away, she drew off her clothing. When she stood nude, wearing only a pendant around her neck, she turned slowly, displaying her body bathed in moonlight. He’d seen her glow like this many times, bathed in moonlight, but he’d never touched her when she was “charged”. Sure, she’d smoothed her hands over him before the council had arrived on the battlefield, but he’d stood stoically, knowing she wasn’t doing it because she was attracted, but because she was sharing her power with a guardian who would protect her.

  Now, he wanted to rub against that pretty, pearlescent skin of hers. Feel her heat. Rub on her pussy. Yeah, he was fixated on feeling that pussy, tasting it, touching it. He was half animal, after all. When he was aroused, there wasn’t much other than getting off that filled his mind.

  He began to strip, not waiting for Khan to make his move. He stepped in front of his co-guardian and threw off his clothes, his body tightening, hardening as Radha’s dark gaze devoured her frame.

  “You’re a big man,” she murmured as she came closer, her chest inches from his body.

  “I’m a bigger horse,” he drawled, then met her gaze, telling her he remembered what she’d done.

  “I liked it,” she said, her voice whisper-soft.

  “We can do that. One day. But taking me in a dream is different than in the flesh. The stretch could hurt you.”

  “Well, I’m sure you know how to make it happen.”

  Her gaze didn’t waver from his, and Nikon felt confused, wondering if she was making a promise for some future pleasure, because if he had her like that, if they mated, they’d be fucking. The first dick-fuck between a demon and a witch should be reserved for mates. Was she letting him know he was in the running for that privilege? Or that she was seeking to share herself with others after she was mated?

  He shook off the thought. His cock was fully engorged, pulsing. “It needs you,” he said, giving himself a stroke.

  “And since you had a double dose of Bryn’s lust cake, I should take off the edge…”

  He growled deep in his throat, curled his hands into fists, and rested them on his hips. Then he braced his feet apart, showing her what he wanted.

  Her mouth twitched, and she turned toward the bed to grab a pillow. When she settled on her knees in front of him, he drew a deep breath and closed his eyes, chanting to himself over and over, Don’t touch. Don’t touch. Because if he did, he’d toss her onto the mattress and be on her in a second. If the jinn tried to stop him, he’d have the fight of his life.

  Her hot palms cupped his balls and the base of his cock. A warm spark of electricity shot through him, making his jaw sag with pleasure.

  She’d shared her witch’s heat. Did she know how close he was to breaking? He opened his eyes to glare down at her.

  Radha looked as sexy as any siren whore, gazing up at him, one brow arched as she gave him another buzz of electricity, and another.

  Nikon shook his head. “Witch,” he said, his voice so rough it sounded like it scraped over gravel.

  But his mind wasn’t truly blown until she pointed his cock at her mouth, latched her plump lips around his head, and sucked him inside.

  Chapter 7

  Radha loved watching the satyr’s expressions change from frowning determination to slack-jawed pleasure. She’d done that. The man was huge, from his barrel chest to his thick thighs, so powerful, he could break her like a twig with one hand, but she held him enthralled.

  While she pleasured the satyr with her hands and mouth, she was also aware of the jinn restlessly moving around the room, also naked, his gaze watching her mouth moving on the other male, looking angry and aroused at the same time. She understood how he felt.

  Confused. Horny. She’d thought she’d settled on her mate, but for whatever reason, her heart was opening to Nikon, too. Her heart and her body. She loved what he did. Had never felt so thrilled as she had when she’d ridden his back through the fores
t, clutching him, her pussy wetting her underwear, even while they were fleeing danger.

  Maybe she needed both. One a more primitive, animalistic male. The other slick and seductive, clever beyond what was good for him or her. She wasn’t sure she could trust Ali, but she trusted Nikon implicitly.

  So, which would she choose for the ritual? She could have only one male send the echo through the ether to announce the Goddess’s approval of their union to the demon world. While she could share her life afterward with more than one mate, the Goddess’s approval ensured a special connection between a witch and a demon. They’d read each other’s thoughts, share a deeper emotional connection.

  But that was a problem for another night. Right now, she had more cock in her hands and mouth than she could manage.

  Widening her mouth, she bounced forward to take his cock past her tongue, letting it bump against the back of her throat before pulling off him to repeat the process. Then his hands cupped her skull and held her still so that he could move inside her, gliding only so far, seemingly in control so that he didn’t hurt her, something that reassured her, seeing as how she’d given him two slices of Bryn’s aphrodisiacal cake.

  She wrapped her lips around her teeth and let him move, while she tugged gently at his balls and twisted her free hand on the base of his cock. Again, she gave him a jolt of her special heat, her own body warming as he moved faster and faster.

  She felt his balls harden, drawing up against his groin. Then she heard his deep grunt before he spilled seed into her mouth. She swallowed around him, swiping her tongue along his shaft. When he let go of her, she pulled away to caress his head, mouthing the tip to provide comfort as his heartbeats slowed.

  When he moved backward, she bowed her head.

  It was Ali’s turn—if he wanted the same treatment—but he stood in a corner, his arms crossed over his chest, his dark eyes gleaming in the shadows.

  Nikon stepped past her and fell backward on the bed. “That was fucking amazing.”

  She glanced over her shoulder to give him a smile.

  Their glances held for a long moment, but then she felt a hand cup her chin and turn her face forward again.

  Ali knelt in front of her, gripping her chin while his thumb caressed her lower lip. “Get on the bed. Lie with your head draped over the edge of the mattress. I’m going to take your mouth while Nikon goes down on you.” His gaze moved beyond her to the male on her bed. “You wanted a taste, you said.”

  Nikon chuckled and patted the mattress. “Come on, love. I’ll have some of your sweet cream.”

  What followed passed in a blur of passion—Ali bending over her, his hands braced on the bed while he pumped into her mouth, Nikon placing her thighs over his shoulders while he fingerfucked and sucked at her pussy and clit. Pinned by the two of them, controlled by their rhythm, all she could do was writhe and groan. When she drew near the precipice, Ali came in her mouth then circled her lips with his cap while Nikon drew hard on her clitoris. She came screaming and sobbing.

  Afterward, they held her between them, kissing her face, her mouth, taking turns to praise and kiss her, using their hands to soothe her trembling frame.

  Before she dropped off to sleep, Ali nuzzled her ear. “Now, you know how it can be. You don’t have to trust my fidelity, because by my nature, I am not in control, but you’ll have Nikon’s. You can trust that I will always see to your needs first. That I will love only you.”

  Tears pricked the backs of her eyes as she gave him a nod before she fell into dreams.

  Cold breath blew into her ear, and she shivered. She stood at the edge of the clearing, not far from the sacred oak. Moonlight shone from a huge orange moon. “Why are we here?” she cried out, angry that he’d found her in her dreams.

  A hiss like a giant cobra sounded behind her, and she whirled. A man stood there, his body and face in shadow, his frame limned by light. “You are making a mistake,” he said softly, his voice rough, like he was forcing it to coarsen. “You have another choice.”

  She shook her head. “If you’re suggesting I should choose you for my mate, tell me why I should consider taking someone who tries to intimidate me.” Another thought struck her. Why was he talking about choices at all? Did he need her consent?

  He strode closer, and she realized his body was black, his hair dark as soot, but his eyes glowed red.

  “You will choose me, because I can defeat both of your guardians. I can destroy them, and you can do nothing to save them—except give yourself to me.”

  She snorted. “How can you kill them? Bore them to death with your nightly visits?”

  His smile revealed gleaming, jagged teeth. “Watch,” he said, then snapped his fingers.

  Instantly, they stood beside her bed. Ali lay on his side with his arm around her middle, spooned against her back. Nikon lay on his back, his arm outstretched, providing her head a pillow of muscle.

  The demon beside her leapt onto the bed and moved toward Nikon’s head. Then he sat his nude form on the satyr’s chest and clamped his hand over Nikon’s mouth and nose.

  The satyr grimaced and made choking sounds, but he didn’t seem able to fight off the demon on his chest. When his muffled cries grew fainter, Radha cried out, “Stop!”

  She awoke in the bed and turned to Nikon who stared up at the ceiling, his fingers clawing at his face as though trying to peel fingers away. “Stop it!” she shouted and moved over Nikon, bending toward him and cupping his cheeks. “Wake up, Nikon! Wake up!”

  Nikon blinked and stared at her. Then he drew a deep breath and jackknifed upward, spilling her to the side of him on the bed. “What the fuck!”

  Ali flicked on the bedside light and looked at both of them. “What just happened?”

  Nikon breathed hard, still drawing deep breaths. “Something sat on my chest. I couldn’t dislodge it. And he covered my mouth. He was trying to kill me.”

  “No, he was proving a point,” Radha said, keeping her voice even. “He’s coming for me. And you can’t stop him.”

  “You say he sat on your chest?” Ali asked.

  Nikon nodded.

  “Did you see him this time?” he said, turning to Radha.

  She nodded. “He was entirely black—hair and skin. His eyes were red and his teeth jagged.”

  Ali blinked, and then frowned. “He only acted like a mare.” He drew a deep breath and then rolled off the bed. “We have to go to the inn. Now. We have to talk with Ethan.”

  “Why? We have guards surrounding Radha’s house. They won’t do any good against something that can kill us in our dreams,” Nikon said.

  “We have to talk to Ethan. Trust me,” he said, then glanced at Radha. “Trust me.”

  She nodded and moved off the bed, going to her chest of drawers and pulling on clothing. Nikon rolled to his feet and hunted for the clothes he’d discarded earlier. “I couldn’t move when he held me down.”

  “Sleep paralysis,” Ali said vaguely. Then he moved toward the door. “I’ll make sure the others are ready to move out when you come downstairs.”

  After he strode out the door, Nikon pulled his shirt downward to cover his torso. “Why do I get the feeling he doesn’t think our demon is a mare?”

  “I don’t know. He was being deliberately cryptic. But I’m guessing whatever he has to say is important. And we shouldn’t be talking about it. Not now.”

  Khan glanced around Bryn’s table. Seated were Ethan, Radha and her sisters, Renner, Nikon, and himself. Guards stood around the table and watching the windows. More were outside, patrolling the grounds after Khan had shouted that the mare was following them, loudly enough anyone could hear.

  Bryn gave him a nod, and then went to her apothecary shelf, pulling down a stoppered jar. She uncorked it, and then starting at the head of the table, she moved around it, spilling red powder in a circle on the floor.

  When she finished the circle, she poured red oil over her hands and reached for the red candle she’d placed in the
center of the table. She anointed the candle with the oil, while Radha poured more of the red powder over Bryn’s hands.

  Ali knew she was using the crushed resin from a tree, called Dragon’s Blood. A powerful ingredient in spell-casting. Bryn lit the candle then reached out to grasp hands with Ethan and Renner. The others quickly joined hands, forming an unbroken circle as Bryn began her spell.

  “As above, so below,

  Fire blinds but does not burn.

  Our words wisp away like smoke.

  As above, so below.”

  The candle flame leapt and arced toward the floor, setting the ring on fire, enclosing those seated at the table.

  Bryn unclasped hands and settled back in her chair. “We can speak freely now. So, Khan, tell me why you’re here in the middle of the night.”

  Khan continued to hold Radha’s hand and turned toward her. “It’s not a mare haunting you. You said he was black and that his eyes glowed red.” He glanced at Nikon. “And you couldn’t move when he sat on your chest.”

  Nikon and Radha both nodded.

  Ethan muttered an epithet.

  Bryn’s eyebrows rose. “Your friend, the vanir…”

  “He’s not my friend.”

  “Perhaps you should explain why he fell out of your favor,” Ethan muttered.

  Ali closed his eyes. “A wife of a baronet asked to conceive, and then she wished her husband dead, because she knew he would get rid of her and raise the child himself with his paramour. I could stomach her bearing a child, but murder…” He shook his head.

  “But she wished it, didn’t she…?” Radha said.

  “We were staying at their residence, part of a retinue of friends enjoying a weekend in the country. After she attended her husband in the bedroom, I stole into the baronet’s room and watched while Frigg transformed. His skin was black, his teeth jagged. And when he leapt on the baronet, all the man could do was stare in horror at him. He died while my feet were frozen to the floor, because…”

 

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