Eve's Spawn

by Tuesday Morrigan

  Eve clung to him, digging her nails into the hard muscles of his broad shoulders, as Kiros wrapped his long fingers around her wide hips and lifted her. She groaned against his lips before automatically wrapping her legs around his lean hips.

  “Hormones,” she mumbled against his nose before kissing the sharp tip. “Just hormones.”

  “No,” he said, “Hormones are just the physical response of how well we fit together. Do you remember how well we fit together, Eve?”

  He heard her breath hitch and catch in her throat. She was remembering just how well her tight pussy had gloved him hours ago. He could scent her arousal. It was building, thickening in her veins.

  “You’re made for me, love,” he said as he placed her on top of her laid out clothing.

  “But you don’t want a mate,” she muttered dejectedly.

  His long, callused fingers caressed the soft skin along her jaw. He could see the uncertainty in her large brown eyes. She wasn’t sure if he was the right man. She wasn’t sure if she was the right woman.

  “No, I don’t want a mate, but I know I want you.”

  “But only because of your hormones.”

  “Want to know a secret?” Kiros said. “Ever since I discovered prophylactics over two hundred years ago, I’ve used them with every woman, every woman except one.”

  “Me.”

  “Yes, you, Eve. Doesn’t that mean something?”

  “Should it?” she muttered unsure of what he wanted to hear.

  “Let me make this simple, sweetheart,” he said before pressing his lips against hers. His tongue plundered the deep recesses of her mouth, caressing, stroking, and teasing her into a response. She groaned into his mouth as she clutched at him.

  “You can run,” he growled against the tender flesh of her neck before nipping it, as he grasped two handfuls of the simple white blouse she wore. “But you can’t hide,” he said as he pulled, ripping the buttons off the fabric.

  He was a different man. Gone was the soft, sensual lover Eve had met in the dark room of Decadent Desserts Café. Kiros Karis was a primordial beast intent on conquering her. He wasn’t the same man he had been in the dessert shop. He had more to lose.

  Kiros felt the beast in his soul perk up and take notice of her small struggle. The animal inside of him liked the fight. It brought out his need for domination. She futilely tried to resist him. His sniffed and took a deep breath and scented Eve. His eyes narrowed as he felt her scent go through him like a drug. Eve’s feminine instinct was warring with the desire inside of her. Kiros’s cock grew harder, thicker, longer against the inside of his thigh.

  Despite Eve’s struggles, Kiros’s quick, strong hands had her undressed in moments. Naked and at his mercy, she stared up at him.

  “You won’t hurt me,” she said.

  He smiled down at her. Kiros wasn’t going to hurt her, but he was going to make her pay for walking away from him.

  Kiros settled himself between her splayed thighs and stroked the soft mound of her belly. “I hope she looks like you,” he whispered, his voice gruff with emotion as he lowered his head to capture her soft, full lips in a domineering kiss.

  Hunger instantly twisted through his body. He was on fire with the depth of desire the simple touch of lips against lips ignited within him. His large palms caressed the soft, naked mounds of her breast as Kiros deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue deeper into the sweet cavern of her mouth.

  Kiros lifted himself off Eve’s body just enough to capture the small fluttering hands that drifted up and down his chiseled chest. He held both hands above her head, pulling her body tight so that Eve was unable to do anything but accept his every teasing touch.

  Without warning, Kiros tilted her so that her neck was open to his hard, suckling kisses.

  Eve’s eyes drifted shut at the first touch of Kiros’s soft lips against the sensitive flesh of her neck. Suddenly Kiros nipped her softly before pulling the irritated flesh into his mouth and sucking hard. He pulled back to glance at her flesh. He had achieved his goal. He had marked her. She had a small red circle on her neck, testament that she belonged to someone.

  “I thought you were going to make me work for it,” he said. She was no longer fighting him. Still, his bestial nature felt the need to conquer her.

  “You won.”

  “And what did I win?” he asked, his voice taunting and deep. “Did I win this pussy?” he asked as his fingers dipped into the wet heat of her sex.

  Kiros was so close his moist breath drifted across her lips as he spoke. He felt the beat of her heart pick up pace at his words. He saw the sparks in her eyes brighten at his touch.

  One blunt finger flicked her engorged clitoris. “Say it, Eve,” he growled down at her before holding his finger against her clit.

  “Please,” she groaned.

  “Please what?”

  “Please me,” she whispered in a voice so soft and husky, he felt compelled to follow.

  “Your wish,” he said before lowering his head. He placed wet, hot, butterfly kisses against the soft mound of her belly before brushing his lips against the mound of her sex.

  With his thumbs he spread the slick lips of her pussy, opening her wide to his naked gaze. Before his very eyes her clitoris thickened, swelling further until it looked like it was about to burst. And he knew just what it needed.

  Kiros hardened his tongue and flicked the engorged head of her clitoris until she groaned his name. He then licked the wet length of her slit until the taste of her arousal was thick on his tongue. Kiros growled into her spread pussy, allowing the craving need to get as deep as possible into her creaming sex run free. “She tastes like heaven,” he thought before lifting her thighs, placing them on his shoulders, and spreading her wider for his questing tongue.

  He sucked at her sensitive skin with all the pent up hunger that had been raging in his body since their first kiss on the dance floor. Then he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard.

  Eve’s screams for mercy echoed through the pungent air.

  He smiled against her quivering flesh as satisfaction surged through his body. She was close, so close to coming, but he wanted to be there with her.

  He lifted his head until his gaze collided with hers. Her frustration was palpable, but he planned to make up for it. Kiros settled himself between her splayed thighs and with one hand he unbuttoned the pants he wore and placed the head of his cock at the entrance to Eve’s pussy before sliding it up and against the moist, sensitive tissues of her labia, drenching himself in her arousal.

  Above his head, Kiros heard Eve’s breathing deepen and accelerate. Or maybe it was his own breathing that was rasping in and out of his lungs with mind numbing speed. After several endless tantalizing moments of torturing them both, he slid the long, hard length of his cock into her creaming pussy.

  She purred as he thrust into her, stretching her, sliding along the sensitive walls of her aching pussy. When he was fully seated, Eve drew in a soft gasp of air, before letting it out in a rush. “Good god,” she groaned.

  He sucked in a breath as he slid out of her soaking sheath. With a slight twist to his hips, he thrust back into her depths, hitting the upturned nubbin on the inside of her clenching cunt. Kiros stroked in and out of her, striking her clit every time, until the sounds of Eve’s moans spurred him on, begged him to move with deep, surging strokes. He ground his teeth against the pleasure found inside her tight cunt until he felt her climax around the burgeoning length of his cock.

  Kiros waited just long enough to stave off the orgasm riding the bottom of his spine before lifting and turning Eve so that she lay on her stomach.

  “What the hell?” she yelled, her voice full of confusion and irritation.

  “I want to mount my mate,” Kiros said, his voice a thick molasses of arousal.

  He took in the sight before him. Eve was on her knees, her thick thighs parted, the moist lips of her pussy exposed, and the upturned cheeks of her ass glis
tened with the slight sheen of both their efforts. “Mine,” he growled right before his wide palm connected with one milk chocolate ass cheek.

  Eve flinched and groaned in response. His smile of satisfaction was instant. Kiros spanked her once more just to see the other round ass cheek jiggle.

  He entered her with a long, shuddering sigh. He was home. The beast inside of him was content.

  Pulsing pleasure hummed through his veins as Kiros thrust himself into her exposed wet cleft. “Mine,” he thundered as he maneuvered past her clenching muscles of resistance. His pace was slow, delicious and torturous; he fully intended to enjoy the exquisite journey into Eve’s body.

  She felt so good. Her slick muscles, clutched at the long, hard length of his cock as he thrust into her, stroking the soft, sensitive tissues of her pussy. He could feel her frantically tightening around him, but he wasn’t ready to let her go over the edge. He slowed down his rhythm just enough to have her riding the waves of arousal without crashing onto the beach.

  “Oh god… you feel… good,” she moaned.

  Beneath him, Eve’s body quivered. As he stroked inside her, his body thrummed for release from the tantalizing sexual tension and desire twisting through him. The slow slide of slick skin against moist flesh heightened the fury of lust and the dark hunger coursing through his veins. Kiros bit his bottom lip, staved off the orgasm that rode his spine and savored the feelings swimming through his veins.

  “Please,” she groaned into the damp sheets.

  “Say it,” he growled into her ear as thrust into her, pressing against her button of pleasure.

  Eve turned to look at him. Her eyes connected with his and he knew that she understood what he was asking her to say. Her mind recognized his demand for the threat it was. Kiros wanted her bare and exposed with all her emotions and desires on display.

  “Say it,” he thundered as he thrust deeper into her clenching pussy.

  She turned away from him. “No,” she moaned, thrusting her hips back, matching his rhythm to gain her orgasm.

  “Say it,” Kiros whispered against her ear while his long fingers sought out the cherished nubbin at the apex of her cunt. His hands stilled between her thighs waiting for an answer. She shook her head no slowly.

  “You’re going to say it, admit it,” he growled as his fingers found the swollen head of her clit. He scraped his callused thumb over the fat nubbin and her body shuddered beneath his in reaction.

  “Don’t,” she bit out even as her body disobeyed her and tightened around his cock. She was so close to coming. She was so close to receiving the orgasm he was forcing upon her. He could make her come if he wanted to…

  He lightened the pleasure he placed on her clit before he said the words. “Say it, Eve. Just say it.”

  “I can’t,” she choked out before her body contracted around him. She groaned an indecipherable word when she climaxed. He watched her shudder and groan through the tightest orgasm he had ever felt. Before she had a chance to come down from her high, he was there again, fingering her engorging clitoris as his cock surged in and out of her creaming pussy.

  She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but process and accept the pleasure streaking through every inch of her enflamed body.

  Kiros made sure that the only thing she thought about was him. He made sure that with every breath, she breathed him in. He wanted to make sure that her every waking moment was consumed by him.

  “Oh god,” she wailed.

  “Say it.”

  “I love you. I love you, Kiros,” she screamed as her body exploded. Her pussy muscles clenched around him before opening up and taking every thing he had to give. He thrust his head back and let forth a guttural howl as mind blowing pleasure hummed through every inch of his body. Kiros jerked above her as he ground the pad of his thumb against her clitoris, prolonging her orgasm so that her tight pussy milked every last drop of cum he had to give.

  “I love you too, Eve,” he whispered, winded and exhausted as he cradled her to his body, his heart and his soul.

  He had found the impossible: a woman who loved him despite what he was, a woman he could spend the rest of his life with, a woman he loved with all his heart.

  He had found the other half of his soul. He had found Eve.

  Epilogue

  The Coming Storm

  The storm is coming.

  As I strode from Eve’s compound into the morning horizon, my battle scarred heart was filled with a combination of joy and heaviness. The grandson I had buried in my heart and mind lived and had found the woman who would complete him, his mate. And very soon I will be welcoming an addition to my family, a great-granddaughter.

  But the joy is tainted with the knowledge that Kiros and his family will continue to be a target, especially when the truth comes out that the child Eve carries is a destined female. In her womb she carries a child that will bring about the revolution.

  There are many that would kill to prevent such an occurrence.

  But I do not worry for Eve and her child. They have Kiros to protect them and I have never seen a were more in love with his mate. He would give his life before he let harm come their way.

  But they would not be together if not for their faith in love. I once again have to thank Mara for giving me the words that inspired him. I will always be in her debt.

  Much has changed tonight. Many questions have been answered, but many more have risen. Now I know the answer to the riddle Mara spoke centuries ago about the first woman who would mate with my descendant. I now know who plotted the death of my only son and his lover, Kiros’s mother. And thanks to the Firebender Gabrielle, I know the name of the Guardian who commissioned Kiros’s execution.

  The war is not over. The battle rages on, but now the lone Guardian has, with his actions, removed all the rules that once bound the Others to our sense of honor and humanity.

  Soon the streets will run with blood.

  Sincerely Yours,

  Nikos

  The Master of the Corridor,

  Tuesday Morrigan

  Tuesday began her love affair with romance at an early age. As a child she was always infatuated with the romance novels she snuck from her mother. Later, in high school, the public library became her sanctuary with an endless array of romance novels. Tuesday is still an avid reader of books. Thanks to shows like Buffy, Angel, and her latest infatuation Supernatural, Tuesday prefers her stories to have a little more grit. Her favorite genres have always been fantasy, mystery, romance and erotica, so as a writer, she tries to blend the genres to create her own personal niche.

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