Chrysalis

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by Belinda McBride


  My belly was flat and muscled. My hands joined hers, they were long and graceful, the skin ivory pale. My hair cascaded down my back. She looked up at me, her lips parted, eyes glowing.

  “You’re beautiful, Kell. Such a beautiful creature hiding inside that shell.”

  But she was beautiful lying there, and once again, my cock drew my attention. I notched the head into the wet, heated entrance of her body and gave an experimental push. She shivered as I withdrew and thrust again. Once I was safely on my way, I lay over her, seeing my blue-black hair pool down onto her arms and her chest.

  When I pumped into her sheath, she met me in tempo, reaching down to part her labia, easing my way into her depths. When I could go no further, she clasped my head, pulling me down for a kiss that reached to my very soul.

  “I came here for you, didn’t I?” My voice was a low whisper.

  “I waited for you. For a very long time, Kell.” Gently she stroked my face, my neck. Her fingers traced my skin. Glancing down I saw tattoo-like marks on my chest and torso.

  “These are the marks of your clan. Someday, we’ll find them. You should know your family.”

  “What are we, Pim?”

  She thrust gently, her sheath clasping my cock in a powerful grip. I fairly went blind with the sensation. “Lovers. Mates. Life companions.”

  “And what is this place?”

  She was rocking now, my cock surging into her depths, and then withdrawing, again and again. Pim reached out and held me tight around the waist. Her other arm came down and she clasped my ass, sinking nails convulsively into my skin. It stung, and prompted me to move faster.

  “It’s an old place. A safe place. We can live here. Now stop talking!”

  Her legs came up and she dug her heels into the backs of my thighs. I could feel the muscles of her body gather, tighten.

  “Oh…” Her climax started on a shout and ended on a sigh. Her slender body writhed and bucked under mine. Waves of heat flowed upward, flames danced on the air around our laboring bodies, quickly extinguished by the ice crystals that tumbled from the air.

  I groaned at the heat that cradled me, warming my very soul. As Pim’s climax slowed, I gathered her body to mine, rolling her to her knees. I knelt, once again glancing at the pair of us in the reflection of the window.

  The man there was tall and magnificent, hair so blue as to appear black. His lips were full and sensual, his body lithe and powerful. Bold, black runic marks decorated the skin of his chest and arms. Vivid blue eyes burned with cold fire.

  He was beautiful.

  We were beautiful.

  I covered her, mounting her, sinking my cock into her wet fire. Pim had recovered. She rose back, impaling her body onto mine again and again. My hips pivoted into hers. She reached back, clasping my leg. I buried my face into her shoulder, hearing my own harsh, panting breaths.

  “Like that… Oh, Kell, just like that!” She groaned and shook with impending climax.

  Icy fire raced up my spine, my vision went black, broken by white starlight. The first orgasm of my life grabbed me and shook my body. With every thrust, ropes of seed burst from my cock in an exquisite melding of fire and ice. Tears ran from my eyes, falling as frozen droplets to her skin, where they sizzled and evaporated.

  All around us, the air shimmered, steam, ice and flame danced together in surreal harmony. Tiny white lights danced in the air, dancing to a melody of their own. When I could move no more, I fell to my side, weak and drained, but unwilling to let her escape from my clasp.

  Slowly, my body warmed while hers cooled. The air cleared and fog settled on the window. The flame of the candles steadied and the fire danced in the hearth. “Pim, what just happened?”

  She was quiet for a moment before finally rolling to her side, facing me. “We mated.”

  I knew that already, no mystery there. “But… what happened? I changed. Is this forever?”

  She trailed a finger over my lips, up to my cheek and across eyebrows that were now bold and arched over exotic dark eyes. “This is you. The other is for safety. That’s how we exist most of the time these days. We can’t walk among humans like this.”

  She was right. We were too foreign, too magical.

  “You’ll learn to control the ice, the same way I control the fire.”

  “We’re Fae?”

  Her smile was gentle and understanding. “That’s one name for us. We’re just different. Older and much rarer than humans. In time, when we’ve both grown up a bit more, we’ll seek out the clans. But for now…”

  “For now?” I leaned over into her body, smelling the warm fragrance of her skin, feeling my cock grow heavy once again. I nuzzled the soft skin of her breast. Spiced apples teased my senses, the fragrance of Pim.

  “For now, we stay here and grow strong. We live and love among the humans. Here in Arcada.”

  “Arcada.” So that was the name of the town that had called me back. It felt good on my tongue.

  “That’s what we call it. But you know it has a nickname.”

  “Normalville.”

  She laid her head on my chest, running fingers through my hair. “Welcome home, Kell of Arcada.”

  Belinda McBride

  Belinda lives in the wilderness of the Siskiyou Mountains and at night, she runs naked with a pack of wolves…

  Uhh…

  Belinda lives near the Siskiyou Mountains and shares her home with a pack of Siberian Huskies who like to pretend they are wolves. And she usually keeps her clothing on when she goes outside.

  Being born into a multi-racial family gave Belinda a unique outlook on the world and a love for history and genealogy. Her great-grandfather was a noted Comanche leader who was one of the founders of the Native American church. Other relatives were bond servants from Scotland, Mongolians from Central Asia, and a foundling of African ancestry. And then there was her grandmother, who had two husbands… at the same time…

  Belinda loves to travel, collect rare gemstones, make soap and spend precious time with her daughters. Her degree is in History with a Cultural Anthropology minor. On weekends, you will often find Belinda ringside at a dog show, comb and spray bottle in hand.

  She invites you to visit her website at www.belindamcbride.com, or email her directly at [email protected].

 

 

 


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