by Aja James
Before the tech master’s wide, mesmerized eyes, the man in the screen metamorphosed into a giant eagle.
No. Not an eagle.
It was unlike any aerial predator the tech master had ever seen or heard of. Its face was that of an eagle, but it had a crest of feathers on its head and down its long neck. Its wings were massive, far wider in span than an eagle of equal stature, all golden, orange and red, gleaming like flames.
With a mighty flap of those enormous wings and a shiver and shake from the top of the creature’s head to its long, peacock-like tail (this bird was an extravagant fucker), the black residue from smoke and ashes were doffed off its body like water from a well-oiled duck. And the creature was revealed in all its blinding glory. So bright, the tech master felt like he was looking directly into the sun.
The bird raised its head and screeched, then seemingly burst into flames.
Holy shit!
The tech master did fall off his chair this time, so shocked he didn’t even feel his ass hit the floor.
Another flap of those gigantic wings, and the creature took off from the mountaintop.
Inexplicably, the display screen cut to static.
Minutes later, the tech master still stared dazedly at the now recovered images of the mountaintop. He shook himself out of his trance long enough to quickly search for the video recording.
There was nothing.
His files had a whole chunk of time missing, and there was no backup on the system or network to prove what he just witnessed. But he knew what he saw. There was no denying it.
The question was:
What would he tell the Mistress?
*** *** *** ***
“You replaced the headboard.”
“It was broken.”
“But I liked it.”
“You like the splinters of wood where the headboard used to be?”
“I like the reminder of what broke it,” Eveline clarified, staring up at her big, bad, alpha male, pulling her hand through his wild dark curls (just the way she fantasized during court).
“How you tore it apart in your hands when you came apart in mine.”
Ramses’ eyes glinted dangerously at her brazen words, but she knew he liked hearing them. He liked it when she talked dirty to him, demanded things from him, and most of all, when she begged and pleaded and groveled for the pleasure only he could give her.
They’d been fucking nonstop like horny rabbits for the past, oh, forty-eight hours, give or take. She wasn’t nearly done, which was why she’d told him earlier that she wanted to visit her friends at the Shield in a “few days.” Because she wanted to take her time with him before she left. Something to tide her over while she was away.
She was deliciously sore from all the exertions, and she made damn sure he was just as sore. She believed in equal opportunity.
“I like the way you were restrained in the cavern, too, by my spell,” she went on, her breath hitching, as he thrust slowly, languorously, in and out of her body.
They were both incredibly sated with each other’s blood and sex, but always, they craved more. Eveline was a glutton where Ramses was concerned, and that was never going to change.
“I like having you at my mercy, if just for a little while. I like controlling the pleasure you receive. I want to do it again. May I?”
I like the way you ask me so sweetly, he said in her mind.
Eveline grinned into his glittering gaze.
She loved this connection between them.
Whether they made it official or not, they were Mates in truth, for only Eternal Mates, Blooded Mates, Destined Mates… whatever the various Kinds called it, could join their minds, hearts and souls into one. Over the past couple of days, they’d thoroughly explored and cemented every aspect of their Bond, and she reveled in every minute of it.
He made her so alive!
“I’m waiting,” she pouted, then sighed, when he added a twist to his slow undulations, grinding down on her pearl with his root and against her pleasure center deep inside with his plump, juicy head.
“So impatient,” he rumbled, continuing the leisurely silky slide of his thick, undying erection inside her.
In. Out.
In. Out.
In…
She was close again, her climax gathering like a quiet storm.
But then, he always kept her on edge, simmering on low, primed to detonate with a touch, a kiss, a lick or a—
“Uhhhhhnnnnn,” she moaned when he pushed in forcefully on the last stroke, hitting her so right her teeth chattered as she came.
On and on she released, clenching powerfully around his tortured sex, making him groan helplessly beside her ear.
He shuddered all over from the effort of holding back, his maleness throbbing and jerking within her channel, though he thwarted his own orgasm to prolong hers.
She was such a lucky, lucky woman, Eveline mused, to have a male so selfless and generous and…blessedly endowed. She stifled a giggle at the thought.
King Kong indeed.
When the last of her shivers subsided, she pushed at his chest and rolled with him onto his back, reluctantly releasing him from the covetous clasp of her sex.
But not for long.
Oh no. She had plans for her man.
“My turn,” she murmured, her eyes lighting up with excitement.
“Pretty sure you just had a turn,” he rasped, reaching down a large hand to cup her dripping wet pussy.
“Mmm,” she sighed, greedily humping his hand despite having just released, “but I love making you come just as much, if not more, than coming myself.”
Two long fingers entered her slick channel, massaging her pleasure knot from the inside.
“You want to make me lose control, little sprite?”
“Oh yeah,” she breathed, helplessly riding his hand.
Suddenly, he retracted those wonderful, magical fingers, leaving her clenching on emptiness, making her whimper.
“Show me what you’ve got,” he challenged with a knowing smirk and lay back on the bed.
“I’m all yours.”
Challenge accepted!
Eveline always rose to the occasion.
With a determined glint in her eyes, she ordered, “Hands around the headboard.”
He stretched out those long, vein-wrapped arms and clutched the iron bars tightly, making his muscles stand out in stark relief.
“Metal instead of wood,” she observed. “Nice.”
“Headboards can get expensive,” he explained.
“I heartily approve of the upgrade. But…just in case…”
She closed her eyes and concentrated on her spell.
“Eveline…” he warned, attempting to shift his body beneath her.
She opened her eyes and looked down at her handiwork.
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you loose when you’re close. I know you need to take control when you release.”
“Eveline…You don’t have to bespell me. I’ll hold still.”
She leaned down on him until the tips of her breasts touched his chest. Tender softness against unyielding hardness.
“But I like it, Alend.”
“Having me at your mercy?”
“Yes,” she admitted. “But most of all having your trust. I love when you trust me with all of yourself. Your pleasure, your pain, your body, your heart. I love knowing that I’m the only one who has ever, and ever shall, own you this way.”
She lowered her head and kissed his mouth lovingly, reverently.
“Give in to me, my beautiful dark possession.”
He growled against her lips, “Make me.”
And so she did.
She revved up his body and blood for countless hours, bringing him to the edge of release but never quite over the precipice.
Over and over, she touched him, kissed him, sucked and milked him. Until he was shaking so hard the entire bed was in danger of falling apart.
“Release me,�
� he hissed, his buttocks clenching in time with the rhythm of her mouth pulling and sucking on his throbbing cock.
All the way down her throat she took him. He didn’t fit, but the most sensitive part of him got all the attention it needed, lusciously sucked on and squeezed by the constricting movements of her swallows, teased by the fluttering vibrations when she hummed.
Not yet, she said through their mind link, her mouth more gainfully occupied.
“Eveline…” he warned, every muscle turning to steel as his orgasm bore down upon him for the umpteenth time, nailing him like the split of lighting in the spine and between the eyes.
Not yet, she repeated, fisting his full-to-bursting balls with one hand at the base of his staff and pulling them down, preventing his release.
He arched his neck and back until every tendon stood out, the blood rush of his impending orgasm flushing his entire torso and face.
Fuck! He needed to come. He needed it more than his next breath.
She willed his legs to spread wider, and he was helpless to obey her.
You have the most magnificent body I’ve ever beheld, she communicated, changing the pace of her sucking to gentle licks and kisses upon his engorged crown, teasing his slit with the tip of her tongue and lapping up the copious pre-cum that leaked from it.
Ramses shuddered hard all over from being pulled back from the edge again, though this torture made it feel like he’d been orgasming for hours already, kept on that indescribable high and never being allowed to come down.
The most delicious cock, she praised.
She speared the tip of her tongue into his slit and made it weep some more, then sucked and nibbled just under the mushroomed cap, where he was most sensitive.
Her touches drove him insane with need, but not enough to push him over the edge.
“Harder,” he commanded roughly, “suck me harder.”
Not just yet, came her taunting reply, as her wicked mouth moved down his pulsing column to his scrotum and she sucked on his balls one by one.
Your scent is so thick here. The most intoxicating scent in the world.
“Eveline…fuck…”
She sank her fangs into the dorsal vein of his painful erection just below the head. She was sucking hard now in deep, long pulls, taking his blood from the most private part of him.
But still, she stalled his release, her fingers cinching around his scrotum.
Mmm, she hummed in her throat, making his tortured member jerk and jump in her hot, wet mouth, I love this ass. The most perfect globes of pure male muscle. So tight. So hard. And this…
Two fingers of the hand that held his balls dipped down, rubbing against his perineum on the way to his backdoor.
He was allowed enough movement to raise his head and look down at her, like some pagan nymph spread over his groin, sucking voraciously on his cock, her teeth in his vein, his blood in her mouth…
Her fingers tapping against his star to get inside of him.
He met her challenging, wild eyes with his own hot gaze—
And relaxed enough to let her in, the burn of her penetration making him hiss, as she sank all the way past the second knuckle.
This soft spot of passion inside that is only mine, she vowed in his head, her voice guttural with unrestrained lust and possession.
“Yes,” he gritted out, clenching around her fingers as she stroked him just right, making his cock spurt more pre-cum in her mouth, mingling with his blood.
“Only yours.”
Finally, she released the cinch of her fingers around his balls and hollowed her cheeks to suck him as strong as she could while her fingers massaged the place where no one else had ever touched.
Ramses came on a thunderous roar.
Every part of his body tightened to steel as his cream flooded her waiting mouth, along with his blood.
Endlessly he poured himself into her, until his fluids overflowed her lips, and still her mouth suckled him, her fingers worked him. She made the ecstasy go on and on.
The sound of metal groaning made them both pause.
Eveline carefully withdrew her fangs and licked his wounds closed but continued to caress his cock with fluttery touches while her fingers played gently inside of him.
“You broke the headboard,” she said, her tone a bit awe-struck, staring at the scrunched metal clutched in his fists.
“You made me lose control,” he accused, clenching his ass to remind her of her naughtiness.
She probed even deeper and took the head of his cock in her mouth again, sucking him like a ripe, juicy plum.
And here I was aiming to make you lose your mind as well, she pouted.
Fuck, he was coming again. This time in calming, blissful waves that filled his body with luxurious heat. Ramses arched his back as much as he could and exposed his throat, his chest heaving with the shuddering breaths he took to endure this seemingly never-ending, pleasurable torture.
You know, I think I misinterpreted the Zodiac and Ecliptic Scrolls before. I think most Scribes and Keepers made the same mistake.
“What?” he gasped.
Where did this non sequitur come from?
Ramses looked down at her as his orgasm continued unabated, and she drank him in without missing a beat.
I thought the “King falls in flames” bit was a warning about what might happen to you, but I now think the verse describes what happened to the eagle-man. And another thing. I think Ashlu might not have been destined to be the Queen of All Kinds. I think we historians ascribed a female ruler to the prophesy out of habit, but the original symbols didn’t denote male or female.
“Eveline…” Ramses rasped, his body still shuddering helplessly as she worked him nonstop with her mouth and hands, “are you seriously talking about scrolls while finger-fucking my ass?”
She blinked at him innocently, then slowly sank her elongated fangs into his cock again.
“Fuuuuccckkkk.”
He fell back on the bed as the iron headboard crashed to the floor, completely mangled and dismantled in his stone-hard grip.
This is important, my love. I think the prophesy could be just as well interpreted to be “King of All Kinds.” Which means you. This could be your Destiny, Alend.
He really couldn’t give a shit right now about the Balance of the Universe and his role in it. His cock was in his female’s mouth, her fingers in his ass. He was just a tiny bit distracted.
But Eveline apparently had no issues multitasking, speaking to him in her mind while she kept up her sensuous assault on his body.
What would that make me, I wonder, if you are the King of All Kinds? Do I get a special title as the female who can make you lose control? Who owns every single delicious drop of you?
She sucked more strongly, and his low, tortured groan reverberated through the chamber.
“Little sprite” won’t do. You have to stop calling me that, Big Daddy.
“Eveline…Uuuuhhhhhnnn,” he grunted incoherently, when she added a naughty little finger twist inside of him, dizzy with pleasure so intense it was almost pain.
“Release me. Now.”
Suddenly, she did, her spell evaporating the way the sweat on their bodies turned to steam in the scalding heat of their marathon lovemaking.
She barely pulled her fangs and fingers out of him before he flipped her onto her stomach and pounded into her hungry pussy from behind, effectively scattering every intelligent thought like a cue with billiard balls, leaving her only with:
More, more, more! Harder, faster, deeper! Yes, yes, YES!
“I have a better name for you, Keeper of my heart,” he gritted low in her ear, nipping the back of her neck with his teeth.
I like that title better already, she was able to formulate in her mind, though she’d lost all mobility in her tongue from being delirious with euphoria.
“Mine,” he growled deeply as he erupted inside her, setting off the avalanche of her orgasm as well.
Eveline smile
d blissfully as her male lowered his big, powerful body over hers, skin to skin, covering her protectively while they shivered and quaked together in the aftermath.
His.
She liked that title best of all.
Epilogue
The problem with Medusa is that she’s too arrogant to see what’s right in front of her nose.
This is where I come in—the capricious fox spirit who shares her body.
While she hides her thoughts from me, I am still conscious of her actions, and I can extrapolate her plans easily from there.
She thinks she’s clever, but there are cleverer.
The Creature, for one, bears watching. I am not as certain as she that it will remain loyal to her agenda. She never bothered to consider that it might have its own.
She thinks she is strong, but there are stronger.
Her twin sister Ishtar, the Great White Beast. Ishtar almost ended her twice, only let her live for the sake of sisterhood (more fool, Ishtar). But Medusa keeps underestimating her. She never learns.
She thinks she’s powerful, but there are more powerful.
While our monster form, the Hydra, is turning out to be quite terrifying, with our ability to transform into something as large as the largest dinosaur, with one head able to spew hellfire while the other spits venom that melts through even diamonds—we have limitations as well. We are one of the only classes of dragons that cannot fly.
But thankfully, though she thinks she’s cunning, I am more cunning.
This is why I have amassed millions of unwitting humans to join our armies. Turned thousands of ancient, mind-controlled Pure and Dark warriors. And if progress continues at the current pace, we will have hundreds of man-made beasts and monsters to form our disposable front-line infantry in the imminent war against the races.
And lastly, she thinks she knows all, but in fact she knows nothing.
I know.
I know that the Dark King is her sire. I saw him depart the Ivory Palace once and for all on my way sneaking in as a human spy, after my Pure Mate was turned into Ashlu’s Blood Slave.
Prince Hulaal, as he was known then. Alend Ramses, as he is known now.