by Eros, Marata
Holly blushed. There were no secrets either. He could smell her arousal, her eagerness.
Zach crawled across the bed taking his large palm and pressing it to the back of her neck, drawing her face close to his. His lips hovered over hers, his breath cinnamon and spice.
Consumable.
When he closed their flesh in an embrace of lips that slid into tongues, Holly's breath came short and fast. Zach undressed her before she was even aware of it, her gown at her waist and her breasts falling out like ripe globes with erect pink tips. Zach didn't let them beg for attention but blazed a trail of kisses from her swollen mouth and wrapped his lips around the sensitive nipple, suckling it until Holly moaned with desire, her hips wiggling underneath where his lay in the cradle of her body.
He took her moan for the invitation it was and tore the gown off the rest of the way, settling his nakedness against her core, the hot folds of flesh already wet with her honey, waiting for his final entry.
But he took his time. Zach did not wish for her first time to be a rushed affair. He settled in between her thighs, releasing her nipple with an abrupt pop that left her gasping, the cooler air of the room teasing it to hard erectness. Zach let one hand ride that hard point while the other began to work the bud between her folds, the pleasure button opening like a subtle flower, the sweet fragrance of her filling his senses, making his head spin with the exquisiteness of her.
She was made for him, all of her, and he for her. From the top of her head to her pinky toe and Zach was determined to make the most of it.
“Please...” Holly began. “Please put your finger in me...” she grabbed his hair with her fingers, pushing his face down until his tongue had replaced his finger and he began a slow pull and suck of her clit, her hips pressing a rhythm in his face that made him growl his pleasure against her glistening secret flesh. He did what she asked and after feeling the maidenhead of her innocence resist the blunt end of his finger he plunged his finger just shy of breaching that tender barrier. When she thrust her hips to receive him more deeply, he inserted a second finger and pushed and pulled while his tongue worked circular magic against her sensitive nub.
Holly felt herself building toward a liquid release. When the wave of pleasure reached to the shore of her body, she shouted into the stillness of the room, the moment transcending any physical pleasure she'd ever experienced. Her knees fell open and with languid respite, she watched Zach as he positioned himself above her and begin to guide the blunt head of himself inside her untested entrance, made wet by his attentions.
When Zach reached her barrier he looked into her eyes, upon seeing the invitation light their depths, he surged inside her.
Holly gasped at the pleasure/pain sensation as his shaft rocked into the tightness of her wet channel and surged through her resistance. The accordion-like flesh pulled against him as he slowly withdrew. She could feel the slide of him and the erotic pleasure he could give her as she relaxed into his sensuous rhythm, matching it with her own.
Zach felt her relax against the soft assault of their flesh meeting and rocked inside her again, the third thrust putting him against the entrance to her womb. His cock throbbing with the need to release he pulled out and seeking her acceptance he said, “Please, I need to...”
Holly nodded, she knew what he wanted and she was ready, the initial piercing of her pussy melting away into constant pleasure as his prick stabbed her hot core, the tightness of it a velvet glove on his shaft.
Zach began a light punish of her pussy, thrusting deep, pulling out and continuing, he pressed up on his hands, his shoulder muscles bunching as he began to hammer into her and she met him with each thrust.
Holly could feel that delicious throbbing pulse.
Once.
Twice.
Zach thrust deeply a third time, shuddering as his hot seed poured into a pussy that exploded around his shaft, each pulse stronger than the last, sucking the seed from deep inside his prick.
Without pulling out he collapsed on top of her softly, tucking her in against him, their flesh still married head to hip. Her softness melding with the hard length of him.
Zach squeezed his queen's face against his chest and closed his eyes, having never felt a synchronicity as complete as this moment held for him.
CHAPTER 9
Cole undressed Rachel with barely contained relish. Finally, he would consummate a relationship he had yearned for his entire vampiric lifetime. After months of running and strife, they had found a place to be, to exist together. A new order of coven, where Druid and Reaper flesh could unite to form a new race.
I couldn't wait for his touch and pushed the black leather from his massive shoulders. Cole shrugged it off, tearing his belt through loops with a high, whistling sound, the only noise in the room.
He tore the black T-shirt over his head, no hair to get in the way of his nakedness, the skull trim a shadow of black on his head as he dipped forward to capture my lips in his.
I melted into the hard lines of his body, never resisting, beyond resistance.
Cole carried me to the bed, pushing up the formal skirt I had worn to the “wedding” of the new queen.
My Druid sister.
To mate with me all Cole needed to do was plunge his shaft into me, spilling his Reaper's seed deep in my channel to ignite a pregnancy that would begin the new race. A race of equality and happiness. I didn't want to think about what it would mean to other vampire that there were Reapers and Druids pairing off and breeding out the low vampire. Leaving the old ways behind.
Cole growled and my distracted attention went back to what he was doing. “I cannot give you the pleasure I would wish for you, Rachel. I must bury myself like a sword of flesh in your body and spill my seed,” he said, his voice strained as he saw my panties, sheer enough to see the small vee of hair that grew there revealed to perfection through the hot scarlet fabric.
He bent low and tore the panties off with his fangs, the pull of the fabric jerking my body. Cole immediately plunged his face into my pussy, his fangs out and rubbing delicately along first one fold then the other, like a cat scent-marking, he rubbed until my moistened honey poured out of my hot hole.
“You are so ready,” he murmured against the heat of my snatch. He put his large hands on my thighs and gently spread them until my folds were spread and pink, open for his sensual invasion.
I opened my legs further, inviting the exploration of his fingers. Cole complied by inserting two fingers, slipping them in and out until my breathing came fast and hard. I felt like I was hyperventilating.
“Put it in me... please!” I said in a hoarse voice, I couldn't stand it anymore. So many times interrupted, so many delays. I wanted his prick in me as deep as it would go. I spread my legs and lifted my hips even as I felt his finger leave me and the tip of his huge cock widen my opening to accommodate his size.
Which was considerable.
Cole worked his prick in, spreading the tightness of me until his entire length was buried to the end of me. He slowly pulled out, my pussy grabbing at him the whole way. I'd never been with a man that felt this way, this tantalizing dance of flesh perfectly matched, fully attuned to each other's bodies.
I moved to meet him and as he began to plunge in and out of me, smoothly pulling out and entering deeply I could feel the heat from his thrusts build inside my core, the need to release a deafening rhythm that only he could relieve, a delicious roaring in my ears.
“Rachel,” Cole said, his dark eyes meeting mine, no longer silver in the low light of the room. “Look at me as I spill my seed into your willing vessel.”
I did, falling into the well of eyes gone obsidian with desire, intent.
I lifted and he plunged. Finally, our flesh smacking together... it stuck and he grew still above me.
Then I felt it, a warmth spread deep within my pussy, hot seed filling me, my legs spread to receive, my pussy open to accept. I could feel my pulses as an orgasm shattered in response
to his cum, sucking every bit of what he was giving deep within me.
With his prick still throbbing inside my pulsating pussy he said, “And now, I will pleasure you.”
He withdrew from the center of my pleasure, his face, tongue and hands descending on my wet and satisfied core.
He buried his face in me.
We stayed that way for a long while.
While I writhed beneath him in an ecstasy beyond measure.
CHAPTER 10
I laughed alongside Holly. We were so into a routine, pleasing our vampire mates at rest and frolicking during the day. Protected, fulfilled and no longer dissatisfied with our meager existences from before.
“I'm not bowlegged!” Holly mock huffed, her hands crossed and cradling a bosom that was well displayed in the clothing that Zach liked to see her in.
“I don't know, you spend more time in your bedroom than out of it!” I laughed.
Holly looked down at the spoon in her hand and blushed a light pink, the color spreading across her cheekbones delicately. “That's true, but you're one to talk! We can hear you and Cole from two states away!”
I smiled, she had me there. “Wait until more Druids come... this will turn into a pleasure palace.”
“I think it already is,” Holly said with a smirk.
I smiled, thinking she'd come a long way from innocent virgin to willing queenly slut. But not quite yet. She was due to consummate with the three Reapers.
Cole and I were mated and her true mate had enjoyed unlimited access to her willing body for a week.
As I thought of it The Natives were Restless.
In this case, the vampire.
As if on cue, Josiah, Elias and Andrew entered, their eyelids at half-mast, all attention on Holly.
She was feeling the moment, I could tell. She stood, smoothing a hand over her long skirt, the material had a metallic thread running throughout, in gold. Fit for a queen. A bustier in a deep crimson, tied and cinched, accentuated her wasp waist while heaving her ample breasts to be displayed like ripe plums for the taking.
The males watched her move toward them and met her halfway across the room.
“I'm ready,” she breathed as each one began to seductively paw her as she stood there.
“We know,” Andrew said.
“We smell your fertility; you are ripe to accept our seed within you,” Josiah told her.
Elias buried his hand beneath her skirt. Her soft moaning told me all I needed to know about where his finger had disappeared to.
Josiah and Andrew picked her up as Elias caressed and plundered her hidden flesh.
Holly's eyes met mine as the Reapers carried her away.
To fuck her into oblivion.
Or bliss.
No, I thought... definitely bliss.
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Sow
Novella Four of The Druid Breeders
by Marata Eros
Sow
Copyright © 2012 Marata Eros
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Edited by Hazel Novak
For my husband,
without whom, these stories would not exist:
His encouragement has meant everything.
CHAPTER 1
Rachel was going a little stir crazy. The boys were so overprotective they couldn't even shop, except at night with them accompanying, of course. She remembered exactly the conversation she'd had with Cole.
“Please,” she gazed up at him, giving him the Big Time Big Eye. That's code for puppy dog eyes-given-by-a-chick. It was generally pretty effective. Add in a dash of sex and it cinched the deal.
Usually.
Cole scrubbed a frustrated hand over the top of his skull trim, shifting his weight, the subtle crackling of the leather the only noise in the quiet of their bedroom. He looked down at Rachel and knew he was weak to her requests.
Except when it came to this. He would not risk her safety, and for fucking groceries? Not happening.
Cole shook his head even as she pressed herself against him and he felt himself harden at her nearness. He answered with his lips, his tongue. Dragging Rachel against him, he used one large palm to press her face against his mouth and the other hand at her lower back.
Rachel groaned inside the luscious cavity of Cole's mouth, his fangs a smooth and erotic press against her tender lip as he nipped. The minutest amount of blood escaped and Cole hissed, sucking her lip into his mouth, caressing the small wound with his mouth as he kneaded her ass. Hauling Rachel up one-handed she responded by wrapping her legs around his waist and in a smooth motion he turned her and laid her on the bed.
Cole looked at Rachel. Her black hair was spread like a silken fan of water around her, outlining the silhouette of her body to perfection. Cole took a moment to gaze at this Druid woman he now claimed as life mate, her age arrested in this space of time, twenty-eight forever.
“What?” Rachel breathed out, already opening her legs at the knee to show him what waited for him.
She very well knew what she did to him. He smiled in a slow seductive grin. “You know what you do...” Cole leaned forward, his leather clad knee pressed against the mound of feminine flesh that was firmly encased in panties so sheer they could not claim to be actual material.
“Does this mean Holly and I can go out?” Rachel asked, using a slim and tapered finger to work the panties lower until the top of her delectable slit peaked out from the scalloped edge.
Cole swallowed, his cock throbbing to be put to use. With a supreme effort he answered around the searing heat of his arousal, his need to spear her with his sword of flesh a weight upon his body, “Not without human guards.”
Rachel pouted, “We're bored, Cole. We can't stay like prisoners all the time in this big house.”
Rachel's eyes widened at his expression.
“Bored, eh?” Cole growled and Rachel squealed at the sound he made in his throat.
He fell on her softly, tearing off the panties he had admired but moments before.
With his fangs.
Cole thought he could take care of some of her boredom.
*
Beau
Beau made his way down the cobblestoned alley of the back of the bistro he worked at, his mouth on fire. He moved his jaw gingerly from side to side, it'd been this way for months. Every joint on damn fire, his mouth was the fucking worst. He'd been to a doctor; lot of fat goddamned good that did. They couldn't figure out what his problem was and Beau wasn't about to spend the whole shitty health care deductible on tests that yielded nothing. The bistro wouldn't give him the hours he needed for the better health care. He was lucky to have any crummy job. After all, who'd hire him?
Given the fact that he had no past.
No social security card, no effing last name.
Just Beau.
That was all the memory he had. It was like he'd been robbed. Of his life.
A light drizzle fell, pressing his dark hair against his forehead like a damp helmet and Beau thought about how he'd landed in the gray depths of Seattle. Where he'd
come from. What it meant.
Same endless circle of questions that never got answered, always swirling like an irritating merry-go-round that never stopped.
His introspection was shattered like brittle glass when he heard a woman screaming. At the same time a surging wakefulness of adrenaline kicked in, causing him to be momentarily dizzy. He slapped his palm against the cold brick of the alley building and steadied himself.
What the fuck was this? The inside of Beau's mouth throbbed in time to his heartbeat and there was a liquid pain filling his joints as he stood there.
There was pain... but underneath that there was something else that swam just outside of it:
Power.
Beau ignored the oddities of his body and charged toward the frightened sounds of a female in trouble.
CHAPTER 2
Aubree
Aubree was lost in thought. She stared at the fancy heart-shaped foam that decorated the top of her cappuccino and sighed. She should have been studying but instead she was in this funky little shop, chock full of hispter types.
She totally didn't fit in.
But Aubree didn't give a shit. She'd always walked to the beat of a different drummer. And lately, the beat had changed. A terrible restlessness had invaded her being. It was hard to understand, it was like there was a far off melody that only she could hear. It had distracted her from every responsibility she had and ones she didn't.