Bedtime Stories Customer Service

by Celia Kyle

  Wait. She hadn’t been naked. “Djimon…”

  “Just a bit more magic, ma belle.” He chuckled against her labia and she sucked in a quick breath.

  His magic just shot him to the top of her awesome lover’s list. Not that the list was long. Okay, it only had two people on it, but still. He was at the top.

  She spread her legs wider to accommodate the breadth of his shoulders. He placed his hands beneath her hips and lifted the tiniest bit, and she stared at him over the roundness of her belly. “A beautiful feast, fit for a king.”

  Djimon kissed her outer nether lips with soft tender touches and then his tongue delved into her pussy, licking her from anus to clit and back again. Cilla gasped and moaned, pulling her thighs further apart, giving him greater access and spreading her pussy open for him. He flicked her clit in response -- a rapid hummingbird-like movement. She rocked against his mouth, aching and empty, so needy.

  “Djimon…” He dipped his tongue to her heat, circling the opening round and round and round before he finally plunged it into her cunt, fucking her. In and out and out and in he worked her pussy. She rocked and gasped with each advance, anxious to come.

  Her orgasm built in her toes, tightening her muscles as it slithered up her spine. It danced along her spine to her head, making her dizzy with desire for this man. “Soon.” She could barely gasp out the word. So soon.

  Djimon moaned against her cunt in response and she arched, her back leaving the bed, hips canting toward him. He increased his speed and attention, giving her more of what she craved. One of his hands snaked around her hips, fingers unerringly finding her clit, pinching and rubbing the excited nubbin of flesh. He circled and pressed and rubbed, his tongue still thrusting in and out of her pussy. She rocked and sobbed, needing to come, but unwilling for the ecstasy of his attention to come to an end.

  Finally… finally her pussy clenched down on his invasion and she shattered into a million scales, fire burning through her like never before. She felt aflame from head to toe while she came on Djimon’s mouth.

  He eased his attentions, bringing her slowly back to herself. Panting and gasping for breath, she reached down and stroked his silken locks, anxious to thank this beautiful man for taking her to places previously unknown. “Djimon…”

  Then he was there, rising above her, his cock poised at her entrance, the blunt head pressing the tiniest bit into her cunt. “I will take you higher yet, bella.”

  “No…” She shook her head, unsure if it was truly possible to feel much more. “You can’t.”

  He eased forward, pushing into her, stretching her open for him. “Oh, but I can, I will.” He slipped in further, his cock forcing her to accept him, and she relented, relaxing her muscles and letting him in. There was the slightest burning as he forced his erection into her sex, easing in and then retreating, ebb and flow like the tides. Advance, retreat, push, pull, in and out. Over and over again he eased forward, his cock stroking every fold of her inner walls, discovering nerve endings she didn’t know existed.

  And then, and then, and then, his cock stroked that spot, that bundle of nerve endings she’d only ever been able to touch when she masturbated, that bundle of nerves that half the women in the world didn’t think was real… The head of his cock, on some advance or retreat, she didn’t know and didn’t care, pressed against her G-spot, and she nearly shot off the bed in pleasure and the pain of arousal shot through her like a new fire. “Yes!” She screamed and writhed on his cock. “There!”

  “That’s it. I’ll fuck you just like that. Let me love you, belle.” He increased his pace, angle unchanging, thrusting and rubbing against that inescapable bit of ecstasy with each stroke. Faster and faster he plunged in and out of her pussy, harder and harder he worked.

  With each thrust her orgasm built anew, rising this time from deep within her, burning and hotter than she’d ever felt before until she feared she’d burn the entire home down around them. The urge to display her scales, shout to the world of her pleasure and show this man, this vampire, exactly what he could do to her body, grew unbearable. Until…

  Her pussy clenched and tightened around his invasion, milking and grasping him in a rhythm that only her cunt could instinctively know and create. She came, a ball of burning light and scales. And then, as if she couldn’t burn hotter a sudden blinding pleasure enveloped her clit and she squeezed her eyes shut against the shattering of her body, a silent scream caught in her throat.

  Djimon continued to jerk against her with three final thrusts until he too succumbed to the immeasurable pleasure of orgasm, freezing above her with ecstasy all over his face. He slumped over her, his weight a welcome feeling on her chest. He breathed against her neck, his warm breath fanning her, cooling the sweat on her body. She stroked his back, soothing him without words until he rolled from her and pulled her close, cradling her with his arm. She rested her head against his shoulder, her hand covering his heart. Content. So content.

  Chapter Three

  And then she realized why. “You gave me back my scale.” Cilla rolled on top of him, her legs straddling his hips, her breasts hanging down over him, and she didn’t care. Didn’t give a damn that this gorgeous man was getting a very good look at her -- all of her. “You.” She poked his chest. “Gave.” Poke. “Me.” Prod. “My.” Double Poke. “Scale.” Poke, poke, poke.

  “Of course I did, belle.” He snatched her hand, opened it and pressed a soft kiss to the palm before pressing it against his heart. “I swore I would and I always keep my promises. I wish only to love you, Cilla. That’s why the Troll brought us together. She knew we would be a match unrivaled. She also knew you were stubborn.”

  “I’m not stubborn.”

  He chuckled and she gasped, his stomach stoking the embers of their last lovemaking in her pussy. She lowered herself further onto him, rubbing her clit on his lower stomach in tiny, sparking circles. His hard cock nestled between the cheeks of her ass. He gripped her hips, forcing her down even harder onto him, and she moaned with the increased friction. “Not stubborn, belle?”

  She shook her head. “Not.” Cilla kept making the small circles with her hips and turned her attention to the man beneath her. His chest was as wide and chiseled as she’d imagined. His stomach was worthy of a statue dedicated to him, carved muscle after muscle rippling just beneath his skin, dancing and shifting with each breath. She ran her hands down his chest, her fingernails digging into his skin and leaving red scores.

  He groaned and moaned. “Again, belle.”

  “Cilla.”

  “Wha --”

  She scratched him again from chest to hips. “Call me Cilla in bed.”

  “Cilla. Sweet Cilla.”

  Sweet. She almost snorted. But he didn’t think of her as “Silly Cilla” like the Troll. She had to remind herself that she wasn’t bound to Djimon any longer. She had her scale and she could leave at any time. Shift and fly away. But… but something in her wanted to stay and discover every inch of this man, this vampire. Cilla shifted even further back onto his hips, increasing the pressure of his cock against her ass.

  He hissed at her, fangs distended. “Quit teasing.”

  “I am a tease, Djimon.” She leaned forward, brushing her lips against his and lifting her hips. “Tell me, what do you want?”

  “You, always you. I’ve dreamt of you, Cilla. Dreamt of being inside you.”

  “Mmm… Maybe I should give you what you want…” She changed her positioning until the tip of his cock just kissed her entrance, adjusting when he tried to push deeper.

  “Please…”

  “Begging?”

  “Always. I’ll always beg for you.”

  “Ooh. Right answer.” Cilla sank onto Djimon’s cock, easing herself down inch by agonizing inch, extending and drawing out her pleasure while tormenting her lover. Teasing him while lengthening her bit of ecstasy was just a bonus. Further and further she sank over him, enveloping him in her heat until her pussy rested agains
t his pubis, her clit rubbing his pubic bone.

  “Oh.” Oh. That was… something. She rotated her hips in small circles. That was it. With each shift of her hips, her pussy contracted and tightened around Djimon’s invasion. His hands flew to her hips, pushing her down hard, and he tilted his hips ever so slightly so that his cock pressed against her G-spot. “Oh!” She increased her speed, her gaze locked on the blood-red eyes of her lover.

  “That’s it, my Cilla. Take your pleasure from me. Use me.”

  Cilla did as he demanded. She threw her head back, her hands on her breasts, fingers pinching and rolling her nipples while her hips continued their small, incremental shifts and dances. She moved from side to side and front to back to circling round and round, each change searching and hunting for her now elusive orgasm. It was rare for her to come once, never mind twice. Three times seemed impossible, but the fire within was building. The scales beneath her skin vibrated with an unnamed desire to explode from her, to show themselves to this man who’d completed the dragon within after so long.

  Then the orgasm was building… Only it was unlike anything she’d experienced in her long lifetime… It built… It built within her heart, her dragon’s heart. It pounded within her veins as if it were part of her very being and not something happening to her, but a full body orgasm building and growing. It continued amassing and she grew scared, afraid of what this meant, afraid of what it could mean for her.

  “Easy, let it happen…” Djimon’s quiet words soothed her and she let it flow from within, let it become the liquid fire of myths and legends and those whispered words among the dragon ladies. She let it physically grow as part of her, and then before she could breathe another breath, she shattered, scales exploding from her skin, showing Djimon her shimmering green scales, her true self. She sobbed against him, dying and living and being reborn in that moment. She changed from simply prim and proper Cilla to Cilla the mated, the claimed and the loved by this vampire. Her dragon had known and now the human side of Cilla accepted what her body had been demanding that her eyes and heart see.

  This man didn’t just complete her dragon, he completed her. Cilla slumped over him, exhausted. “You knew.”

  “I knew.”

  “How?” He stroked her back and she purred against him, not caring that her scales were still out on display, that she was more like a snake at that moment than a human woman. But Djimon didn’t seem to care, his cock was still hard as a rock, buried deep inside her. “Oh! I came… You didn’t…”

  “I did, sweet Cilla. You just arouse me until I don’t think my cock will ever be anything but hard around you.”

  Well, then. That made her pretty damned smug. Fluffy, prim and proper, bookish Cilla the dragon made her vampire hunk hard. She swallowed against the lump in her throat. Her vampire? Yeah, her vampire. She’d mated to him, albeit unknowingly (sorta). He was hers now. “How did you know?”

  “The same way you did. I’d actually visited Bedtime Stories Press as an author.”

  “You write erotic romance? No way!”

  “Hush. I seduced you well enough, didn’t I? I think I know what a woman wants.”

  She nuzzled his neck. “Just as long as you don’t practice on anyone else.”

  “Never. I fell in love with you the first time you yelled at the Troll. I’ve been biding my time, negotiating with her for your release.” He pressed a kiss against her temple. “I wanted you, sweet Cilla, but only if you wanted me in return. I believed that you did, but you have your scale back. You can leave if you want to.”

  “Ha! Try and get rid of me.”

  “I would never. Not after fighting for you. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”

  She snuggled closer and willed her scales away. She didn’t want anything between them. This man, this vampire, had done something no other man or creature had been able to do before. He’d stolen her dragon’s heart and she figured she might as well hand him her human one as well…

  “So… You’re an author, eh?”

  Celia Kyle

  Celia would have loved to have written her own biography, but she just didn’t know what to say. In a fit of desperation, she turned to me, her most trusted confidant and friend. I realize you’re asking yourself, “Who is this?” I am Jasmine, her cat. I also go by a few other names, but those may be too strong for your delicate ears. Suffice it to say my mommy is very creative and not just with writing.

  My mommy, Celia, began writing in August of 2006. I know this because it was around that time our meals started coming later and later in the day. As months passed, she spent more and more time in front of the boring screen. Though, it was fun to chase the little arrow around every once in a while. You should hear her scream! But I digress.

  She’s worked hard to give readers sexy, quirky heroines they can relate to. And you better damn well appreciate it. All I got was late night feedings. And I didn’t even make it into one of her books by name! That damn cat, Katie O’Meghan, did. Bitch.

  Well, enjoy her writings and if you want to praise her for her work… don’t. I’d like to get fed at some point, people.

  Fine. If you must contact her, her website is at www.celiakyle.com or you can send an email to celia.kyle@gmail.com. But when I go hungry, I’ll blame you all!