The Beast 4: Soul Tripping

by Renee George

  “Yes,” she hissed. “Harder.”

  His finger slid into her slick opening as he latched onto her throbbing clit and sucked it into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the bundle as he plunged his finger in and out. Her pussy contracted wildly and she cried out her pleasure.

  Tyr flicked her throbbing clit with his tongue. “I think you’re ready for me now.”

  “I think that was the fastest orgasm I’ve ever had.”

  Sliding his large body up hers, he said, “Oh, I think we can do better than that.”

  “Whatever you say, lover. I’m all for it.”

  Since they’d been seeing each other, Nadine had always been in control. She always told Tyr exactly what she wanted him to do, taking her pleasure from what she did to him, never allowing Tyr to fuck her, only fucking him. So it surprised him at how eager she was to be taken. Maybe she was waiting for me to tell her what I wanted. “I want to be in you, Nadine. I want to feel you around me when you come.”

  “Oh, Tyr.” She kissed his chin. “My Tyr.” Reaching down, she grabbed his cock, guiding it to her slick canal.

  Moving his hips forward, he slowly pushed inside her. She gasped.

  “Jesus, you feel huge inside me.”

  “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

  “It’s deliciously painful,” she answered, sliding down and thrusting herself upward to take him all the way in. “It’s wonderful.”

  She was so tight around him he held still for a moment, just to take in the sensation. It’d been too long since he’d had a woman like this and he was going to savor every moment. “Yes, it is.”

  Their position was such that Tyr had to look down his chest to see her, his height making that much of a difference. “Okay, time to move.”

  “I am moving,” she laughed.

  “I mean change positions.” Rolling onto his back, Tyr gripped Nadine’s hips, completely impaling her as she came up on top.

  “Oh, Goddess!” Lifting up a little, then sliding back down, she moaned.

  Tyr’s fingers latched onto her nipple rings and tweaked them as Nadine rode his cock, rocking her body forward with each thrust. He squeezed her hardening buds, pinching them, watching her react with such pleasure with each tight squeeze. He loved being able to see her expression, but on his back was more passive than he wanted to be. He rolled her again, this time sliding his cock out of her pussy as she pouted her protest.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m going to show you what you’ve been missing.” He got off the bed and pulled the mirror, along with its frame, off the dresser and placed it on the floor.

  Hefting her off the bed and onto his shoulder, Tyr smacked her ass with a solid swipe of his palm.

  Nadine screamed and kicked. “Tyr!”

  “Woman. This is how we did it in my day.” He grinned wickedly as he dropped her onto the floor. She scrambled back, a feral smile forming on her lips.

  Her red hair spilled over her pale breasts. “You think you can tame me?”

  Looking at Nadine, back against the wall, spirited and ready to fight, Tyr pursed his lips and narrowed his gaze. “I hope not.”

  Nadine was excited. More excited than she’d been with any man. She’d taken it for granted that Tyr was submissive and passive, and seeing this aggressive side of him made her pussy ache to be filled. Tyrsgard Madds wasn’t what she’d call beautiful, not in the more delicate way Guillermo was, but by all that was wicked, he was a glorious sight to behold.

  Tyr’s long hair, usually smooth and well groomed, tangled all over his head, and clung to him, matted with the precious fluids of his foes. He was covered in blood from the battle and she imagined what he’d been like when he was still human. A Viking warrior, plundering villages, keeping the spoils of war.

  His scars only made him even more appealing to her. Especially the one over his heart. It was deep, nearly four inches long and one inch wide, cutting into the otherwise perfect muscles of his chest. She’d licked each one, tasted and tested, his chest, his lower lip, eyebrow, and the knife scar on his inner elbow.

  His ice-blue eyes glinted like the cold steel of his blade. Inside, she wanted to roll over and spread herself for him. He wanted to be in control, and she planned to let him have exactly what he needed.

  She rubbed her hand down her stomach until her fingers crested the folds of her pussy. Slipping her fingers between, she gave him an I-dare-you stare. “And just what do you want me to do?”

  He cocked an eyebrow and snarled. “Stick your fingers into your cunt.”

  Nadine hadn’t expected that, but she was pleased with the direct order. He watched her every movement as she slid her middle finger into her tight, wet cunt. She groaned and waited for his next command.

  His voice deepened. “Lick your fingers. I want them clean.”

  Sensually, tantalizingly, she dragged her tongue across her palm then up over her fingers, slipping them into her mouth, sucking, never taking her eyes off of Tyr. He’d had his arms crossed until that point, but his hand slipped down over his swollen cock and he stroked it once, then again.

  “On your knees, woman. Face the mirror.”

  The words thrilled her. They were possessive and commanding, and she felt like a woman. Licking her lips, she rose to her knees, her face mere inches from the head of his long, thickly veined shaft.

  “Oh, me so horny,” she mimicked the song.

  Tyr grinned, unable to keep his stern composure. “Well, me love you long time,” he quipped, and Nadine laughed with joy as she watched in the mirror while he mounted her from behind, sliding his cock deep and quick into her pussy. His hands moved to her hips, yanking her back onto his shaft as his hips thrust forward. The motion was slow at first, but quickly built in speed, back then forth, then back again.

  Her chest dipped down as her arms gave way to his pounding strokes. His fingers wrapped in her hair close to the scalp and he jerked her head up.

  “I want you to look at me while you come.” The playfulness had once again left his eyes. Raw passion stared in its wake. “And you will come.”

  “Yes,” she panted as he buried himself deeper and harder until she thought his cock would lodge in her throat. Used to being on the giving end of such treatment, Nadine decided that the receiving end was nearly as much fun as she felt pressure build. She bit her lip -- hard enough to make it bleed -- as his blue eyes bore straight through her. Keeping her gaze fixed on him was a much tougher task with every plunge of his rock-hard length, and he was relentless.

  “Yes, yes,” she mumbled, because it was all that she could manage, other than grunts and moans of pleasure. “Shit.” Her eyes started to droop and she felt the sharp tug of hair again, snapping her to attention. “Shit, this feels so good.”

  “You like me fucking you.” He rubbed her ass, then gave it a sharp slap. “You like being on your knees, don’t you?”

  “Yes, yes, oh, goddess, yes!” she screamed out as her back bowed. “Tyr!” A wave of spasms wracked her and a frenzied euphoria danced through her body. Grinding herself onto him, she milked his cock for every ounce of pleasure, staring unblinkingly into his eyes as he held her up to see him.

  Heat and carnal desire flashed across Tyr’s face as he slowed his thrusts and slowly built up again, bring Nadine to orgasm not once, but three times. Too much! Then she shook her head. He needed this, and she would let him go as long as he wanted. His breaths came in short, sharp bursts as a rumble growled from his chest and tore out his mouth in a roar. He held himself in her until the last of his seed pumped from his cock and he collapsed on the floor beside her.

  Nadine lay there for a moment, hardly able to move. “Hell. We should have done that a long time ago.”

  Grabbing her up in his arms, Tyr held her close. She could feel his smile on her cheek. “I needed that.”

  “I still get to fuck you in the ass every once in a while though, right?”

  Tyr chuckled, deep, low and sexy. He squee
zed her harder. “I’m not averse to that.”

  “Good. We can take turns being in charge.”

  “Works for me.” Then as an afterthought, he added, “Woman.”

  Chapter 10

  Nathan shuddered. “I think Tyr and Nadine made up.”

  “Okay,” his mother began. “Let me get this straight, boy. You’re a vampire?”

  “Yes, Mom.” He’d been trying to explain to Alfred, Shirley and his mother exactly who he was now, and what was going on, but understandably, they were having difficulty grasping the concept. Alfred and Shirley finally gave up and went to bed, but his mother was tenacious. “I’m a vampire, Guillermo’s a vampire, Nadine’s a vampire…”

  “Even that nice young man, Tyr?”

  “Jesus.”

  “Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain.”

  “All right, all right. Yes, Mother. Even that nice young man, Tyr.”

  “Are you sassing me?”

  “No, ma’am.” Nathan’s shoulders sagged and he glanced over at Guillermo, who looked like he was going to roll out laughing at any moment.

  “Nathan…” Nan’s lip quivered, “…did I really kill that man?”

  “He was a vampire, too. But yes, yes you did.”

  Guillermo put his arm around her shoulder. “The way you defended Nathaniel, it was the bravest thing I have ever seen.”

  She pursed her lips and nodded, holding back the tears. “I didn’t even think about it, baby. I just wanted him to stop hurting you.” Her hands covered her face. “I don’t know what I’d do…” She shook her head as if to force away the awful thought.

  “It’s okay, Mom. I’m okay.”

  “Did Gui make you this way?” Her tone was slightly accusing.

  “No, he didn’t. But it doesn’t matter who did. This is who I am now. I can’t change it.”

  “But what about… heaven? When you die, what happens?”

  “As long as nobody kills me, I live forever as far as I know. But, I’ve lost my human soul, so…” Nathan shrugged, feeling helpless. He’d never wanted to have this conversation with her.

  “That is not exactly true, amante.”

  “What’s ah-mahn-tay mean, baby?” Nan asked.

  Nathan was not about to tell her it meant “lover” in Spanish, so instead he told her, “It’s just a term of affection,” then changed the subject. “What do you mean it’s not true? From what I know, you’re dead, the human soul leaves and the vampire soul comes in and takes its place. End of story.”

  “I have always known there was something different about you, Nathaniel. Your struggle with being a vampire has been much harder than it should have been, your conscience never allowing you to embrace what should have been instinctually pleasurable.”

  “Like taking blood.”

  “Eww.” Nan grimaced.

  “Forgive our indelicacy, Nan. But yes, taking blood for example, among other things.”

  Nathan knew Guillermo was talking about their past relationship, when he’d had trouble accepting his feelings for Gui. “So, what do you know that I don’t?”

  “When the Brotherhood attacked tonight, they tried to kill you by stripping you of your soul.”

  Nathan remembered the strings of light leaving his body. “Yes.” Then he remembered the words he has two souls. “Oh, my God!”

  Nan smacked his chest.

  “Sorry.” He rolled his eyes. “Does this mean what I think it means? That somehow my human soul never left?”

  “I believe so, ama… Nathaniel.”

  “This is wonderful,” Nan squealed, then stopped. “This is a good thing, isn’t it?”

  “I do not know whether it is good or bad, Nan. Only that I believe it to be true. What it means for your son, well, only time will tell.”

  “I’ll live with it.” She smiled, flashing her teeth in a cheek-to-cheek grin, then frowned. “Okay. So, what’s this about a baby?”

  Nathan heaved a sigh. Anna had gone to lie down before Nan had roused from her faint, but it hadn’t stopped Alfred from mentioning she was pregnant. He’d hoped to put off the conversation until tomorrow night. “Anna Murphy is pregnant. And the baby is mine.”

  “Oh, oh, OH! I’m going to have a grandchild?” She jumped around. “Oops, nearly peed myself.” She blushed. “Wait a minute. Did you all do that surrogate thing?”

  “What?”

  “You know, turkey baster, squeeze, squeeze, voila!” Nan threw her arms up. “She’s pregnant.”

  Nathan was becoming extremely uncomfortable. “Uh, no.”

  Guillermo snorted.

  “You… you did not! You’re gay.”

  “Well, that’s not completely accurate either.”

  “You’re not gay?”

  “I’m, well… I’m a vampire, Mom. You go where your libido --” he nodded to Gui “and your heart -- take you.”

  “And it took you to Anna? The girl who ripped out your heart and stomped it into the ground?”

  “You’re over-exaggerating.” Although she had broken his heart when she called off the engagement.

  “Oh, Lord, what is this going to do to my membership.”

  “Your membership?”

  “Yes!” She smacked him again. “Do you think they’ll add a V to the end of PFLAG for me? Parents and Friends of Lesbian and Gay Vampires?”

  Grinning, Nathan said, “I’m in a relationship with a guy, so I think your membership is safe without adding the vampire part. Really, it’s better not to mention it at all.”

  Nan sighed and hugged him tight. “I’m going to take a shower and go to bed, son. I love you very much.”

  “Love you, too.”

  He could hear her talking to herself as she rounded the stairwell. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a granny. Finally!”

  “Your mother is a wonderful woman, amante.” Gui pressed his lips with a kiss. “You are very lucky. Very lucky indeed.”

  “Tell me about it when this is all over.” Nathan kissed him back. “We have to send Mom and her friends home. They can’t stay here while there are people trying to kill me.”

  “I will have my human security staff wire the windows tomorrow, Nathaniel. I am afraid they must stay. It is the only way to keep them safe.”

  The truth of his words hit Nathan. “I don’t like it. But I guess you’re right. If they can get to her here, they can get to her anywhere. And she did kill their leader.”

  “Yes, she did.” Gui smiled. “She was magnifica.”

  “Sure was.”

  Guillermo grabbed Nathan’s cock through the front of his jeans. “You are magnifico.” He raised an eyebrow. “And muy duramente. Very hard.”

  “I’ve told you before, when I’m around you I’m a walking hard-on.”

  “Gratifying. Very gratifying.”

  “Not yet, but it will be.” He pulled Guillermo closer and licked his lower lip. “You don’t think the morons will be back tonight, do you?”

  “No.” Gui’s dark eyes, nearly black pools, swirled with passion. “They will not be back tonight. We have crippled them for the moment.”

  “Good. I think we should check out the heated pool.”

  Guillermo broke away and began running to the back, stripping his clothes off along the way. “I hope everyone’s in bed,” Nathan murmured and took after him in a sprint.

  Guillermo had dived into the warm water before Nathan and watched as his lover jumped in feet first. He’d heard bits and pieces of the prophecy, and it had mentioned a vampire with two souls. However, it didn’t explain how he’d managed to get Anna pregnant, or how he could start a vampire’s heart with his explosive orgasms.

  What if the prophecy is true? All of it? What if Nathaniel’s child is the end of vampires? Watching the man he’d taken into his life wade over to him, Guillermo decided he didn’t care. Even if the baby destroyed him, and everyone like them, Nathaniel would live, and Guillermo would die happy, knowing he had truly loved and loved well.
r />   Nathan smoothed Gui’s wet bangs back and stared deeply into his eyes. “What are you thinking?”

  “I am thinking that I love you with everything I am.”

  Gui watched Nathan’s green eyes soften, the chlorine of the pool making them impossibly light. “You know, when I was growing up I always had this fantasy of being a doctor. I’d have a wife, one-point-five kids, a private practice, and a Beemer. I’d take care of my mother, just like she always did for me. And life would be perfect.”

  “Yes.” Guillermo pulled his upper lip into his mouth, pinching the flesh between his teeth. “Are you sorry your fantasy did not happen?”

  “I loved Anna. I really did. And it hurt to lose her.” He cupped Gui’s face in his hands, a spark from his fingertip popping on Guillermo’s cheek. “But I would want to die if I lost you. You are it for me.”

  “And?”

  “You’re going to make me say it?” Nathan grinned, suppressing a laugh. “I love you. You know I love you.”

  “You are such a romantic.”

  “No.” This time he laughed. “You are the romantic in this relationship. You can be such a woman.”

  Guillermo filled with joy at Nathan’s words. It was rare the man spoke his affections, and when he did, it came from a place of utter honesty. But Guillermo Perez, five-hundred-year-old master vampire, could not let his young lover get away with calling him a woman. His Spanish machismo would not allow it. “You wound me, amante.” He put his hands on Nathan’s shoulders. “For that, I must kick your ass.”

  He pushed, shoving Nathan under the water, but to his surprise his lover turned the tables and pulled him down with him. Guillermo opened his eyes, and blinked. Nathan was staring at him under the water. The blue lights along the pool wall lit his body to perfection. Vampires didn’t need to breathe; they mostly did it out of long habit, but the look on Nathan’s face told Guillermo that he was not the only one thinking such things.

  Diving down, Guillermo turned under Nathan so that he was facing his lover’s cock and his own was facing Nathan. Gui slid his mouth around the head of Nathan’s cock, keeping his lips sealed to the hard flesh to keep the water out. To his delight, Nathan did the same thing. Grasping Nathan’s firm buttocks, Gui pulled Nathan’s cock deeper into his mouth, sucking the rigid shaft, enjoying the sensation of being sucked, while floating in the depths of the heated pool.