Manaconda

by Sherri L. King

  Manaconda

  An Ellora’s Cave Publication, May 2004

  Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

  PO Box 787

  Hudson, OH 44236-0787

  ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-84360-931-2

  Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned):

  Adobe (PDF), Rocketbook (RB), Mobipocket (PRC) HTML

  Sacred Eden © 2004 Sherri L. King

  Knight Stalker © 2004 Lora Leigh

  Devilish Dot © 2004 Jaid Black

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

  Edited by Heather Osborn, Kari Berton, Martha Punches.

  Cover art by Darrell King.

  Manaconda

  Sacred Eden

  Sherri L. King

  Knight Stalker

  Lora Leigh

  devilish dot

  Jaid Black

  Sacred Eden

  The Horde Wars

  Sherri L. King

  For Darrell

  For adventure and for romance…because we all deserve such things...every last one of us.

  ‘Where there is joy, there is creation. Where there is no joy, there is no creation. Know the nature of joy.’ – Upanishads

  ‘The most violent appetites in all creatures are lust and hunger; the first is a perpetual call upon them to propagate their kind, the latter to preserve themselves.’ – Joseph Addison

  Prologue

  Obsidian stroked the silken dip of his wife’s naked spine as she slumbered peacefully on her belly in their enormous bed. She was so beautiful that she literally stole his breath. He’d thought her sublime when they’d first met, fighting in the confines of her human home. But it seemed that every day since, he’d discovered something new, something even more incredibly lovely about her.

  And she was his. All his. A breathtaking mate and warrior to stand at his side, his perfect match in every way. He couldn’t believe his good fortune.

  He lowered his hand and stroked the downy soft seam of her bottom.

  “Mmmm…,” she sighed deeply in her sleep and snuggled deeper into the mattress.

  Obsidian smiled and bent his head to kiss her shoulder, nudging the stubborn coverlet, still covering Cady’s legs, down about their feet as he did so. The last barrier between his wife’s gloriously nude form and his hungry eyes was no more. Cady’s caramel-colored skin gleamed in the dim firelight, making him clench his teeth against the urge to ravish her in a wild, animalistic mating. But the time for such wanton play would come later. For now, he would seduce her thoroughly, so that she became liquid need in his arms.

  Gently, so as not to wake her fully just yet, he moved to straddle her legs and palm her buttocks in his hands. Her full, rounded lushness overflowed his grasp and he nearly growled with his raging need. He’d always adored her ass.

  “Sid,” she breathed. Waking, as her own need for him rose with each gentle squeeze his broad hands visited upon her. “Whatter you doin’?” she mumbled, still befuddled with sleep.

  “What do you think I’m doing, baby?” he murmured, pressing a heated kiss into the crook of her neck. The scent of her thick braid of hair intoxicated him to the point of madness and he inhaled deeply, unable to fight the temptation. “So sweet,” he murmured, and kissed her neck again.

  She sighed deeply beneath him, her growing arousal evident as he stroked her. “That feels wonderful,” she whispered.

  “There is no need to be so quiet, love.”

  “I don’t want to wake the baby.” She squirmed beneath him as he delicately probed a finger into the valley of her ass.

  “Armand is hardly a baby now,” he reminded her. Their son was four years old going on twenty, and as precocious as any Shikar child could—and should—be. But Obsidian knew, no matter how old their child grew, he would always be Cady’s baby. She was a wonderful mother, this woman. “And do not worry yourself about waking him. He is with Desondra. She will be watching him for a couple of days…time enough for me to get you pregnant again, I think,” he teased wickedly.

  Cady woke fully as he moved down and licked the dark crevice of her bottom. “Sid!” she exclaimed with giddy excitement.

  “Baby, I love your ass.” He slapped her gently and she moaned. He sighed his own contented response. “But that special bliss can come later,” he taunted, before flipping her over neatly beneath him.

  The golden-orange glow of her eyes gleamed as they roved over him, settling upon the demanding thrust of his heavy erection. “And I thought Christmas was still a few months away,” she laughed, reaching for his cock.

  Even after nearly five years with this woman, her human ways still gave him pause. It took him a moment to remember this ‘Christmas’, but when he did, he gave a chuckle. “This present is one to last you the whole year long,” he grinned back at her.

  “It is definitely long enough to last.” She smiled seductively, but the humor was gone from her tone. Her breathing deepened, pupils dilating, lips rosy and full. These signs told him all he needed to know about the state of arousal his mate had reached. But it was not enough. For him, for them both, it was never enough until he was buried balls deep within her dripping channel.

  “Spread your legs, baby,” he commanded gruffly.

  Cady’s breath rushed out shakily as she complied. Her nipples stabbed towards the sky, long and thick and hard, and her legs trembled with her aching desire. The wind was cool upon the hot, moist flesh of her cunt, and her clit was tingling and full and begging for his touch.

  Settling his weight between her legs, but careful not to give her what she wanted—the full press of his cock—his hands stroked up and over the mound of her stomach.

  They burned her with their heat as they moved to cup the fullness of her sensitive breasts, and she could do nothing to contain the moan of pure need that escaped her tight lips.

  “I love your nipples. So dark and so long.” He moaned hoarsely and dipped his shining onyx head down to taste her.

  The full pout of her nipple prodded against his puckered lips. He slurped her in noisily, using his teeth and tongue to bedevil her until she was squirming beneath him with a crazed lust that nearly equaled his own. When she tugged on his hair, yanking hard enough for him to see stars, he chuckled against her and moved to her other tasty nipple. This one he took deep, as far as he could, sucking hard upon the full globe of her breast.

  Cady keened wildly and nearly bucked him off with her excitement.

  “Patience, love, patience,” he crooned around his mouthful of quivering flesh. “I have only just begun.”

  Cady moaned brokenly and tried her best to prepare for the exquisite torture of her husband’s magical hands and mouth.

  His teeth bit teasingly into her nipple, tugging on it. He released it suddenly and licked her from the bottom of her breast, up over her nipple, to the rapid rise and fall of her chest. He moved to do the same to the other breast, and the wet trails he left behind only served to make her skin all the more sensitive to each and every breath he tickled over her.

  “You’re killing me,” she sobbed.

  Obsidian’s teeth were brilliantly white in the dim light as he smiled. “You are such a baby,” he teased softly.

  Cady punched his shoulder, but he only laughed. His chuckle sent his cock bobbing deliciously against the hot core of her need and she bowed beneath him, seeking him out unabashedly. With a hiss that showed her plainly just how affected he was by all this play, Obsidian jerked aw
ay from her.

  It was Cady’s turn to laugh. “Turnabout is fair play and all that, you know,” she giggled.

  “Just for that…” He rose, grabbed her ankles and pushed them up around her head. At this angle it was easy for him to bend his head and lay his mouth fully upon her pussy.

  Cady screamed.

  “So syrupy sweet,” he moaned against her. “This is my pussy, baby, all mine. And I am going to play with it all…night…long.” He pressed his lips hard against her clit, so that she could feel the firm ridge of his teeth.

  She shuddered and tried to lower her legs, but he was far too strong to dissuade from his lustful purpose. The position she was in left everything bare to him, leaving her no secrets, no defenses. As if she’d ever had any where this man was concerned.

  From their very first meeting she’d wanted him, just as much as he’d wanted her. Theirs was a match that had been destined from the first. She, who had never really believed in such things as happily-ever-after, was eternally grateful for the bliss she had found with her mate. Sid was everything she’d ever wanted in a man and more. He was her world. Her everything. And always would be. Even if he was the most stubborn thing she’d ever laid eyes on.

  Besides herself, of course.

  Cady watched, helpless, as the long, silken, black locks of his hair formed a curtain around his head as he buried it between her legs. She felt the fierce burn of his breath as he drew her scent deep into his lungs and back out in a rush. His tongue was liquid fire as it laved her in one long swipe from her clit to her hole and down to her anus.

  “¡Madre mía!” she screamed, bucking wildly against his face.

  “I am going to make you come so hard, baby, you won’t see clearly for days,” he promised, his lips moving over her as he spoke.

  One of his long, graceful fingers probed into her, hooking and seeking for that secret place within her that he knew would push her right over the edge. He found it unerringly, and they both felt the intense contractions of her pussy as the honeyed walls clamped down upon his wriggling finger.

  Obsidian let her legs down gently. One finger was replaced with two and he began thrusting his hand into her, impaling her ruthlessly as she quivered and moaned in the onslaught of her release. Deep suctioning sounds echoed in their bedchamber as his fingers moved in and out of her. The noises aroused them both even more. Obsidian thought his shaft would surely burst—it was so hard and full of need. And Cady thought she’d died and found heaven, so intense was her climax.

  “I wanted to wait,” he growled, spreading her quivering legs wide to accommodate the width of his hips.

  “Don’t wait,” she begged. “I need you now, please.”

  “I am going to fuck you so hard,” he moaned as he sank the thick, wide head of his dick into her. “I can’t help it. You make me want to ride you until we’re both bruised.”

  His words inflamed her. Her pussy quivered, her breasts tingled, and her nipples, still wet from his kisses and his tongue, felt like stars fluttering on her delicate skin. “Bruise us then. I need you hard and fast too,” she gasped.

  The thickness of him never ceased to shock her. He stretched her so tight and so full, she thought she might be ripped in two. He was so incredibly big. So breathtakingly huge. His length reached up inside of her to places that were so secret and so hidden, even she hadn’t known of their existence, but Sid always seemed to know how to seek them out. How to make her feel so much each time that she feared she might die from sheer sensation.

  It was her sacred Eden, here in his arms. Like this. Always so perfect and so right.

  Tears filled her eyes and spilled. Obsidian bent to taste them, to capture them with his lips, sipping the manna of her emotion.

  “Come on, baby,” he crooned softly. His hands stroked the fine, sweaty strands of hair at her brow. “Can you feel me? Can you feel me filling you? Stretching you?” He rocked deeply into her.

  “Yes,” she breathed unsteadily, wrapping her legs and arms around him to hold him close. “Yes, I can feel you, my love.”

  “I love you more than life,” he vowed, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. For all his earlier, explosive passion, he was as gentle as a summer rain with her now, and it made her heart swell.

  “And I you.” She gave the vow back to him.

  His hips thrust hard into her, the force scooting her upwards beneath him. She gasped and tightened her hold on him as he stunned her with his deep, swift impalement.

  Sid rained kisses down upon her face. Tender, gentle kisses to her eyes and her temples and her cheeks. Hard, wet, seeking kisses to her mouth and her neck and her shoulders.

  “I want you pregnant,” he growled. His lips moved back to hers and his tongue filled her mouth even as his cock filled her pussy. She was burning from her head down to her toes.

  Burning…burning…burning…

  The smell of acrid smoke filled both their lungs, but neither of them cared. Obsidian pulled back—but only enough to gain more leverage—and began pounding himself into her welcoming body over and over again.

  They both felt it at the same time. A release so all-consuming that they could do nothing to stave off the onslaught of it. Cady bit Obsidian’s shoulder, screaming around her mouthful of taut skin. Obsidian threw back his head and roared so loudly that the sound echoed off the stone walls of their room. The burning hot scald of his seed flooded her, filling her like a shot that she felt all the way to her heart. Her body tightened, clenched, and gripped his spurting cock so that they both winced with the exquisite agony of it.

  Shuddering, sweating, and breathing heavily, they collapsed into the deep down of their bed, holding on to each other for dear life.

  After their heartbeats had slowed enough for rational thought, reality intruded, along with the lingering smell of smoke. Looking to the side they realized that—once again—Cady had lost control of her Incinerator abilities. The bed sheets were smoldering. Tiny tendrils of gray smoke and ash flew up into the air, and pinpoints of flickering embers still glowed in the black hole that had been singed into the bed.

  They both sighed, thinking the same thing. “Agate is going to be so pissed.” Cady winced. “Between me and Cinder, she hardly has time for anything but mending lately.”

  Unable to contain his mirth, Obsidian chuckled. Cady joined him after but a heartbeat of lingering chagrin at her loss of control. Soon their chuckles turned to guffaws, and then side-splitting laughter. And then all changed to sighs and moans as their love and lust took over once again.

  The sheets were forgotten as desire flared as hotly as the gift of fire that lived forever bright in Cady. The knife-edge of lust that was as sharp as the blades that slumbered beneath their Shikar flesh cut them both deep as they mated long into the night.

  All was perfect. All was love.

  Chapter One

  “I think that, for once, I am actually looking forward to this visit to the surface world,” Sid admitted to his wife.

  “Well, now that the Daemons are reduced to nothing more than a handful of stragglers, I can see why. Without them to worry about, it’ll be a field trip for us instead of a battle,” Cady chuckled.

  “This is true. But long before the Daemons began escaping into the world of humans, it was rare that I had any true interest in visiting there.”

  “But that was before you had me to take you to all the fun and happening places up there,” Cady teased, buckling her Sig-Sauer 9mm P-226 pistol to her black-clad thigh. Though she didn’t expect any danger tonight—it had been almost a year since the last Daemon attack after all—it never hurt to be prepared. The long skirt of her reverend-style overcoat would hide any evidence of the weapon should she garner too many curious stares…she hoped. But no way was she leaving her new favorite weapon behind.

  “Baby,” he chided, “I have my doubts that you even know of one such place. Before you became one of us, all your days and nights were spent working and fighting Daemons. You had no tim
e for such idle pursuits as fun.”

  “Ooh, that was cold. I should spank you for that one,” Cady mock-pouted, knowing that his words were true.

  “Not before I spank you first,” he quipped back with an exaggerated leer.

  Pulling his long, black hair into a ponytail at his nape and securing it with a strip of rawhide, Sid strode over to an intricately carved wooden side-table that stood by the door. Cady couldn’t help but admire the play of his roped muscles beneath the tight material of his black clothing. His tight, black, sexy clothing.

  Tonight they wore no armor, as they might have but a year before when evil Daemons ran rampant over the earth. But they both preferred wearing dark colors so as to blend in with the night as they roamed above. Old habits died hard, it seemed, despite the lack of danger.

  And they had to roam at night after all—Shikars were ultra-sensitive to the sunlight. Their race had dwelled in darkness for so long—thousands of years—that tolerance for the bright rays of daylight had been bred right out of them And though Cady had once been human herself—turned Shikar only by the powerful magic in the semen of her husband—she had not yet tested the theory that she might still be able to walk in the light.

  She wasn’t afraid of the risk, not really. But Obsidian had forbidden her to even think of testing the resilience of her flesh in the rays of the sun. While she wasn’t always inclined to willingly heed a command that her beloved—yet arrogant—husband gave her, she had seen the stark fear in his eyes as he worried over the possibility of her injury, or even death. So she had, for once, decided to let her dearest have his way.

  Giving up the sun was such a small price to pay for this new life she’d gained. A loving husband, a perfect son, the power to create fire with her mind and her will, and the ability to shoot deadly, poisonous blades from her flesh—without any real pain or effort—were huge boons that made the loss of daylight seem almost insignificant in comparison.