by Of Night
Preacher stepped over and looked down at Big Huey—his eyes were wide and wild in death. May the God who deserted me so long ago have mercy on those who stand between Luka and his Richelle, Preacher prayed disheartedly. Lest they be damned to darkest depths of Hell.
Chapter 6
Valya groaned at the feel of Richelle’s breasts as he lay atop her, her aroused nipples poking against the fabric of her dress as if begging for his arduous attention. Like beacons, they drew his gaze and his mouth watered at the thought of suckling them, licking and teasing until Richelle felt the spikes of her first climax.
Knowing that he would be the only man to ever touch her this way, to see her writhe in sexual torment and then her expression of sensual bliss as she came apart in his arms primed his body harder than it had ever been.
He wouldn’t feign innocence. He had walked the earth for several centuries. He had known women, many women. But none had ever aroused him to the point where his body was stretched to the point of pain. And he had desired none like he craved Richelle now.
It was more than desire, a physical act of sex and finding succor in the warm embrace of a willing, passionate woman. He wanted to bury himself in Richelle’s body, until he felt her in every pore, every muscle, every drop of his blood. And from this day forward, his body would never be able to find succor, to find complete release with any other woman than his Richelle.
Leaning down, his mouth melded with hers, kissing her with reverence and sweet homage, making her body ache for more, which he delivered as his hands began a slow exploration of her body.
Richelle never knew a woman could feel so much pleasure. His hands skimmed over her thigh, his fingertips dipping into the curve of her waist. Stroking and nipping the fullness of her lips his mouth never left hers pleading for entrance. Not wanting to miss a moment of the firestorm building within her, she withheld her reactions with the art of a much skilled lover, wanting to see what he would do to entice her. She was driven by urges she didn’t understand, guiding her as she skirted the roles of both ingénue and seductress.
She shifted her hips, her back arched, pressing her breasts and erect nipples against his chest, causing her to moan as sharp shards of pleasure tingled the tips of her nipples at the abrasion.
Valya was humbled by the soft surrender of the precious gift of her flesh into his waiting arms. “Open your mouth, mio dusa. Open for me.”
She resisted for a moment more until she felt the tickling of his tongue trying to slip between her lips. She relented with a sigh as his tongue forged forward. He mated his tongue with hers in a seductive tango, a dance of heat and passion between two lovers.
With maddening slowness, he raised the hem of her dress, his fingertips tracing circles along the ticklish creases behind her knees, trailing along the delicate skin of her inner thigh until he reached the juncture of her thighs. His path impeded by her panties, he removed the barrier to the prize he sought. With a sharp tug he tore her panties in two and tossed them aside.
He gently fluffed the curls before he dipped between her folds, seeking the source of ultimate pleasure and knowing he had found it when he felt her slight start coupled with a gasp.
“You liked that.” Oh, yes. She definitely likes that.
Especially when he nibbled his way along her chin until he could lick and suck on her earlobe as he played with her…“Oh, yes, Valya. Right there. Oh, Goddess.” He body sang with delight as he touched her.
His fingers parted her folds, rubbing her and tweaking her clit to keep her senses on edge.
And Valya hummed along with her, the taste, the smell, the sight of her flooding his senses as he continued his loving ministrations. His pleasure would be her pleasure. And he wanted to pleasure her, to hear her scream his name as she came.
He continued to kiss her cheek, her forehead, and each eyelid. He paid homage to every part of her before his mouth pressed against hers. Sealed together he captured each small gasp of breath as his own, savoring every bit of her delight.
She was enraptured with the corporeal sensations he created as he slowly dispensed of her clothing. He unbuttoned her dress. Parting it, he revealed the upper swell of her breasts barely clad in the delicate lace brassiere. Trailing his kisses down the column of her throat, he licked the seam where her skin met lace, causing her to shudder.
She murmured “oohs” and “aahs” as he continued to taste her, enticed by her delicate flavor. Wanting more, he broke the clasp of the front closure to expose her breasts. Her nipples became taut, wantonly begging for his attention. Bowing his head he began licking around her areoles in turn as the rhythm of his fingers strumming her core matched the rise and fall of her breasts.
Her body tingled with pinpricks, delighting in every touch, every sensation. Her eyelids fluttered as he continued to lick and nibble at her lips, chuckling as she shifted uncontrollably beneath him. She didn’t know if she was trying to get away or get closer. No…closer. She wanted to get closer. She needed something. She didn’t know what, only that she needed something more.
And she got it when Valya surrounded her areole and sucked, his tongue flicking over her nipple as it bathed in the warmth of his mouth.
“Mio dusa, you are soft and dewy like a pink rosebud. So perfect for me.”
Her body bowed, lifting them both off the bed. He chuckled again as he released his succulent treat with an audible pop.
“Did you like that?”
“You know I did,” she answered shyly.
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Valya’s body pulsed at her femininely polite response. She had no idea how sexy and desirable she was, from her titian hair and sea-green eyes reminiscent of ancient sea nymphs to her supple body with its lush and rounded curves that beguiled a man so. He thought of nothing else but sinking into her and luxuriating in the silk and satin texture of her skin.
His appreciative ogling warmed her as her porcelain skin took on the shade of champagne blush and Valya’s thoughts turned to enjoying her body like a fine wine, enjoying the flavor and the dizzying feelings of lightheadedness. He licked his lips, knowing he would be the only one to ever sip her sweet nectar, both the sweet flavor of her blood as well as the heady musk of her core. He could not contain his feelings of adoration.
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His chocolate eyes watching her entranced Richelle. They sparkled like starlight in the night sky. His gaze was intent, full of longing and lingering loneliness and so much tender desire she could weep.
She remembered the first night in the cave, when his intense stare made her cringe in nervousness and apprehension. But now, all she felt was desirable and the insatiable need for him, body and mind. She wanted to remove the buried emotions of solitude and seclusion Valya was only now beginning to share with her. She wanted to share everything with him, no longer afraid of life or love.
Richelle watched as he sat back on his knees and lifted his shirt over his head. She stared in rapt fascination at his muscular build and broad shoulders, his pectorals rippling as he threw his shirt to the side. She gazed longingly at his tanned, smooth skin accentuated by his flat male nipples. She imagined licking those nipples as he had licked hers, laving and sucking them until he was mindless with need.
He groaned at her implicit fantasies, their mind-link getting stronger as they explored and learned about each other physically. His body throbbing with a yearning that skirted the edge of pain, it craved release. It demanded Richelle. She was in no better shape. She had waited all her life to find someone who made her feel whole. Now they were together, and she wanted that union to be complete, absolute.
With her body surging, stretched taut and waiting to explode, she reached for Valya with a quiet whimper. His response was a low growl as he fell upon her, his mouth covering hers and absorbing every sound as she moaned beneath him. Without the barrier of their clothing, his chest deliciously abraded her nipples to where she couldn’t stay still, couldn’t remain silent.
As she sq
uirmed beneath him, Valya slipped his hand under the arch of her back, meticulously inching her dress down, sliding it over her legs, both of them fidgeting to remove clothing without breaking their kiss. He tossed it alongside his shirt and then leisurely dragged his hands back up to the juncture of her legs to palm her damp panties.
With the same painstakingly slow pace, he divested her of those panties, taking his time as his fingertips drifted along her thigh, her calf, until the silk and lace was dangling from his hand. He rubbed the damp panties between his thumb and forefinger, growling at her response and at how wet the smooth fabric had become from her creamy essence. He tossed them aside so he could touch the core where her honey flowed.
He touched her folds gently, feeling the slickness of her plumping vagina as he slid his finger in easily. Her tight muscles gripped at his thick digit as it pushed in and out, in and out, careful not to go too deep. At least, not yet.
“Gods, you feel so good.” He moaned while he continued to slowly stroke and stretch her, preparing her for his cock.
“I do?”
“Gods, yes! And it will be better when I’m inside you.” To emphasize his statement, he thrust his hips, his erection pressing through the leather against her thigh. The fluttering she felt in her womb had escalated to a deep longing blossoming from the tips of her nipples to the pussy he was finger-fucking.
“I want you inside me. Please, I need you inside me.”
“Soon, my love. And then for as long as you need.”
“No. Please. I need you now.”
“Easy. You need to be very ready, so very ready.”
She wanted to scream in frustration. But he was right. She trusted him to make this good for both of them so she lay back and let him continue his touches as he wanted, letting the sensations course through her and prolong the hunger gnawing at her. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t do a little touching of her own.
Raising her hands, she began to stroke him lightly. Her fingertips grazed over his shoulders and she raked her fingernails down his back. With the first pass, Valya threw his head back, rumbling at the thrilling feeling of her hands upon him as he dove back into their kiss, ravenous for her taste, greedy for all he could take.
She continued her strokes, enjoying the velvety steel of his skin, marveling at the similarities and differences in their bodies as her hands roved over his frame. She traced figure eights in his lower back, knowing how much Valya liked the tickling sensation by his broadcasted thoughts, not to mention with every push of his lower body against her.
She wanted to reach even lower, to lay her hands on his rear and feel those muscles clench as he moved, but she was met with frustration. He still has his pants on.
He chortled. “I can take care of that for you, my love.”
He startled her with how quickly he stood, as impatient as she for the feel of their bodies pressed together, skin to skin. She propped herself up on her elbows, watching as he popped the button and undid the zipper. She watched avidly as he peeled the skintight leather over his derriere and over his muscular thighs to kick them aside. When he finally stood before her in all his glory, her eyes grew wide in fascination.
“Oh…my.”
“Yeah,” he drawled lazily as a corner of his mouth curled and he gave her a lopsided grin. She knew he was large, having had that part of his anatomy pressed so intimately against her, but she had no idea.
His hand encompassed the base of his cock, leisurely stroking his thick member as his gaze rolled over her supine figure like water over stones in a river. The crown was an angry ruddy color and glistened as a tiny pearl formed at the tip and trickled over the head. Mouth watering, Richelle merely stared transfixed as he stroked himself again, squeezing just behind the head on the upstroke. Another bead formed and lingered at the tip.
If I just licked that drop off the tip, would I like how he tastes? Richelle gasped at her brazen thoughts, her eyes flying to his, searching for…she didn’t know what. She had never had such thoughts before. Oh, she had seen naked men before. She had graduated medical school. But beyond the anatomical and analytical study of a man’s body, she didn’t know what to do.
“Do not worry, my love. There is nothing you could do that would displease me. It can only bring me joy. As I intend to give to you joy.”
“Oh, Valya.” Her heart was full to bursting as tears of happiness formed in her eyes. Valya took a step forward, wanting to bask in the warmth of her gaze and take her in his arms until she became a flame burning bright with their love. He was going to give her the world, his world, to hold in the palm of her hand, to play with as she wished or to treasure as he would always treasure her.
But he needed things from her first: her acceptance, of him and his people; her permission, in the blood ritual binding them together; and her blessing, on their union and for the eternity they would be together. All of it would be meaningless without her happiness. He would rather face the dawn than do anything to bring her pain. He had to be sure that this was what she wanted.
He took a step forward, holding her gaze with every step. His hands were fisted at his sides as he took another step toward their bed. His cock was heavy and hard as granite, impressively pointing directly at the object of his desire lying in wait, unconsciously rubbed her legs together. His nostrils flared when he caught scent of her heady arousal, but he was firmly resolved to have the words he needed to hear.
“Do you accept this, Richelle, of your own free will? Do you accept me as your life mate?”
“Yes.” No questions. No hesitation. The time for virginal misgivings were long gone. This was what she wanted. To be with Valya. To be part of his world. “Valya, come to me. You are my life mate. Take me as yours.”
Valya’s body throbbed with need at her declaration. His dark eyes became golden with the fire of desire. Placing his hands on the edge of the bed, he placed his knee between her legs, nudging them apart. His eyes flitted back and forth from her curious expression to the glistening red-gold curls hiding her most precious treasure.
He moved down her body. “Spread your legs for me.”
She gave a little.
He moved down a bit more, his nostrils flaring as he caught the musky scent. “A little more.”
She gave a little more.
“That’s it.” Her nether lips spread, her nub peeked out from its hiding place. “So pretty,” he murmured before he lowered his head and swiped at her clit with his tongue. She jumped at his touch, never, never expecting he would want to put his mouth there.
“Oh, yes. I want to taste you everywhere.”
To prove his point, he swiped at her clit again and again as her hips wriggled away from him.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he growled. His fingers flexed into her hips and he pulled her toward him. He used his mouth and tongue alternately to delight her delicate tissues. Like a ripe and succulent peach, he lapped up her juices as they spilled from her, licking every drop that trickled from her clit to her perineum. And when she was licked clean, he thrust his tongue deeply into her vagina, his hands holding her in place as he dined on her sweet nectar.
Richelle twisted and squirmed at the pleasure Valya was giving her. It was both marvelous and frightening, the vibrations pulsing through her. When she couldn’t push away, she ran her fingers through his hair, grabbing his long locks to pull him away. She was no match for his strength. He simply growled at her feeble attempt and continued to devour her pussy with hungry slurping and sucking sounds. Each pass of his tongue opened her a little more to him, allowing her to prepare her passage so she would feel no pain in his complete possession.
Richelle fingered the strands of his hair, enjoying the contrary differences between the feel of his silky hair and the strength of his solid muscles, and she reveled in each. She opened herself to every nuance, every sensation as Valya plied her body masterfully. The fluttering she had felt in her womb when Valya kissed her had blossomed into an all-consuming ache, a need
for fulfillment she didn’t understand and didn’t know how to reach.
“Help me, Valya.”
“Just a little more. And then you will know true ecstasy.”
“Oh, please, oh, please, please,” she moaned.
“Just a little more. Give me just a little more.”
With desperate pants and a slow gyration of her hips, she gave him everything he wanted. He licked faster, delved deeper, and then she felt his finger probing and parting her folds. As he inserted his finger, she felt her tight walls giving, accepting the invader easily. And then she felt him add a second finger, flexing within her, going deeper and deeper.
Richelle was mindless with sensations bombarding her from every side. His mind linked with hers escalated every sensation. Slow and steady, his fingers continued their questing search, stilling when they brushed against the thin membrane attesting her womanly virtue. He growled, triggering a fresh rush of cream that he consumed voraciously.
He stroked faster, lashing her clit with his tongue as she writhed in magnificent agony and combed her fingers through his hair, drawing him closer. Her mind connected with his and he coaxed her with loving words of encouragement and then his stern demands for her release.
“I can’t, Valya.” Her voice bordered on pain as she reached out, desperately trying to grasp the gift of ultimate bliss Valya offered.
“You can.”
“Oh, please. I can’t, I can’t!” Her body was bathed in sweat as she began to quiver under his unceasing ministrations.
“You will,” he snarled. His tongue, mouth, and fingers worked in unison, unyielding in his demand, in his love for her. Settling his mouth over her clit, he sucked hard as she arched from the bed, her body convulsing with a mind-shattering, screaming orgasm.
And while she was in the throes of her first climax, he shoved his fingers into her grasping pussy, breaking her hymen. She felt no pain. Her mind barely registered what was happening. All she knew was clinging to his touch, his scent as she flew off an unknown precipice, trusting in him to catch her. And he was there, zealously and greedily drinking her cum as the imprint of centuries of ancestors fired his blood and loins.