Manaconda

by Sherri L. King

  He licked at the graceful neck bent to him, watching his woman, seeing her eyes darken with arousal, curiosity. After preparing the flesh, his lips drew back, allowing her to see the slow lengthening of his canines, the tips becoming sharper, lethal.

  The redhead was breathing heavier now, her nipples hardening beneath her shirt, her face flushing with arousal. Gently, careful to allow Bliss to see every move, he sank his teeth into the tender vein awaiting him.

  The redhead orgasmed. He watched Bliss’s eyes narrow as she caught the betraying shudder, heard the thick pleasure in the moan that whispered from lipsticked lips. Then his own lips covered the small wound as he began to draw the spicy fluid into his mouth.

  His cock was harder now than it had been the first two times he had taken Bliss. He couldn’t believe the lust she inspired in him. Just watching her, seeing the hunger in her expression, the excitement in her eyes, made him crazy to fuck her. That need transmitted through the psychic link that connected him to the redhead, making her shift in his arms, her body to rub against his in renewed passion.

  The redhead’s blood simmered with her lust. He could taste the excitement, feel it flowing through his body, replacing the blood that the symbiots slowly drained from him daily. It was an interesting process. One he had studied for years and still didn’t fully understand. He could feel it, though. Sliding over his tongue, down his throat, then tingling through his cells, moving into his veins, replacing weariness with extraordinary power, recharging his body.

  But the lust Bliss was filling him with was just as potent. He had never known anything quite like this. Watching her, seeing her desires, feeling her need to experience what the woman in his arms felt, her hunger to taste him as well. His muscles clenched at the sensation, his erection pulsing with the need to fill her once again.

  “Cadan.” Bliss whispered his name beseechingly as he slowly drew his lips from the redhead’s neck, feeling her slump weakly in his arms, sleep overcoming her as he lowered her to the couch beside him.

  “Get out of here,” he growled, knowing if he touched her, neared her, he would be unable to keep himself from taking her blood. He could feel the powerful fluid flowing through her veins, calling to him, whispering seductively of a taste unlike any other, a power that he would never know otherwise.

  “I can’t,” she whispered, leaning against the wall, her breathing harsh, labored. “I’ve never known anything like this, Cadan. What’s wrong with me?

  He stopped, containing his arousal.

  Cerise, he screamed within his mind. What the fuck are you up to?

  Me? Cerise questioned him harshly. It’s all I can do to stay in place, Cadan. She’s calling to me. Feel her. Hear her. She needs me; her mind and her soul are demanding my presence. Release me now. Desperation filled her thoughts. Now, Cadan, or it may be too late. Release me.

  He stared back at Bliss, seeing the glitter in her eyes, the hunger that transformed her expression, made her appear exotic, ethereal, impossible to resist.

  “Bliss.” He moved to her quickly, picking her up in his arms as he carried her swiftly from the billiards room, up the stairs and into the private rooms that Walker sometimes loaned to important guests.

  He locked the door quickly behind them then laid her on the bed, moving beside her as he pushed her hair from her face, watching her carefully.

  “Stop,” he told her, his heart breaking in ways he hadn’t imagined possible. “You’re calling to the symbiot, Bliss. I cannot force her to stay inside me if you keep doing so.”

  She licked her lips slowly, her eyelids lowering with sensual promise.

  “I can do this,” she whispered. “I feel it, Cadan. I need this. Let her go.”

  Elation surged inside him.

  “Damn you,” he whispered. “Be certain, Bliss. Be very certain. You can never go back. You can never change your mind.”

  “You can never leave me,” she said softly. “We’re bound. We are, aren’t we, Cadan? I can feel it.”

  He could feel it. The bonding. The drawing of two souls…soul mates.

  “I can never leave you,” he promised her gently. “I can never take another, nor can you. I can never harm you, can never see you harmed. We’re entwined, Bliss. This is love. This is what we have both searched for. Longed for.”

  Her smile was radiant.

  “You get to bite me now,” she whispered, relaxing beneath him. “Let me have her, Cadan. Let me share this world with you.”

  There was no stopping Cerise. He felt the wrenching, the soul tightening feel of her pulling from his mind and body, and watched the shimmer of brilliant light as it began to leave him.

  Bliss’s eyes widened a second later. Pure joy filled her expression as Cerise’s form settled over her, head to toes, a bright shimmer of color that slowly dissolved into Bliss’s body.

  Her back bowed, her body tightened, shuddered and for one long, heart stopping moment she moaned with exquisite pain that he knew bordered ecstasy.

  It didn’t take long. It never took females long to bond, he knew. Their acceptance, their grace and understanding made them the easiest symbiot sex to absorb. Males were painful to accept, the bonding process a blinding stroke of agony that came much too close to death.

  Long minutes later, her eyes opened. The once pretty shade of green had intensified, deepened, filled now with the power and vibrancy of the energy form that shared her body.

  “They are mates,” she whispered. “Cerise and Aldon, your symbiot. Did you know they were mates, Cadan? Unable to touch, unable to bond because their hosts were not mates as well?”

  He had suspected it.

  “They are together now,” he whispered. “Just as we are, Bliss. Forever. Together.”

  “Forever,” she agreed, touching his cheek softly as she relaxed against his larger body. “Forever.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Two Weeks Later

  He had created a monster. Not the type he needed to kill, but the type that would definitely kill him. Kill him with desire, with frustration, with sheer joy.

  Cadan sat back on the couch, stroking his cock slowly as he watched the male attend to his woman. Bliss was laid back across the long coffee table, her legs held wide as the man lapped and sucked at her now hairless pussy.

  It was glistening with her juices, plump and swollen with her arousal as the man sucked at her clit, licked at the silken folds of skin or tongue fucked her deep and hard as she cried out her need.

  Of course, the puny-dicked little man wasn’t ever going to fuck her, Cadan would make certain of that. But watching him arouse Bliss, seeing his lips and tongue paint her body had been incredibly erotic. Watching as the man’s mouth prepared her tight little pussy for Cadan’s thick cock had been even more exciting.

  “Cadan, when?” Bliss was panting, hungry. Her lethal canines had dropped from her gums as the sexual tension flamed within her body.

  “Soon,” he promised her gently, watching as two long fingers penetrated her pussy and pushed inside her. “In a minute, baby.”

  She moaned at the refusal to allow her to feed immediately.

  “I can’t stand it. At least don’t watch. Let me catch my breath.”

  It made her wild when he watched. Made her go to lengths he was certain she would have never gone to on her own. It made her brave, daring, free. His woman. Never had he thought he would find a woman who met life head-on and found the same exhilaration he did in each day lived.

  She was a treasure to him. She was his heart, his very soul.

  A low, feminine growl brought him out of his thoughts and back to the sight of her being pleasured by another. Her cunt had flowered open; like silken petals the folds of flesh had become swollen, parting, revealing satiny-pink skin slick with the essence of her lust.

  Her head was thrown back as she raced for release now, her lips parting over the sharp canines that had grown from her gums. The man pleasuring her was wrapped in his own fantasy of lust, una
ware that he would never actually plunge his dick inside the hot channel his fingers were stroking, stretching. He would soon be beneath her delicate body, her teeth at his throat as Cadan himself took the honor of fucking her into a mind-blowing orgasm.

  “Thomas, lay down for her now,” Cadan ordered the pussy-feasting male.

  At the order, the lanky male went to his back on the floor, his cock standing at full mast, gleaming wetly with his pre-seminal fluids. Bliss didn’t wait for Cadan to give her permission to go to the man. Within seconds, she was straddling his body, his dick pressing against his lower stomach as she cushioned it against the pad of her hot pussy.

  Cadan groaned at the sight of his woman bending over the other man. His cock twitched as he rose from the couch, moving to her spread thighs and the fiery cunt he so loved to fuck.

  “Gently, beloved,” he instructed her as her mouth caressed the neck that had been bared to her. “Hold off just a second longer. Let your own passions soar and he will feel your excitement, you pleasure, as though it were his own. It is then that you want to begin.”

  He knew her symbiot would be doing her part to hold Bliss back, to tutor her in the ways of feeding just as she tutored her host in the ways of fighting. If needed, she would take control of Bliss and restrain her mentally, ensuring that neither the male beneath her, nor Bliss, would know any harm from the experience.

  He could feel his symbiot connecting with the female, bonding with her on their unique plane as Cadan prepared to bond with Bliss on the physical.

  He ran the thick head of his cock through the heavy juices that covered her gleaming pussy. She was hot, so soft, so beckoning that he grimaced with the effort it took to hold back and not slam inside her.

  “Tease me and I’ll make you pay.” Her voice was rich with hunger, with throbbing need. “Fuck me, damn you. I won’t break.”

  She was panting now, and as Cadan watched he saw her sweet juices drip from her pussy to the heavy balls of the man beneath her. It was too much. Bliss wasn’t the only one walking the fine line of an overpowering lust.

  Cadan gripped her hips in his hands, his cock lodged at the entrance of her pussy, and tried to take her gently. She was still so tiny, so damned tight around his thick flesh that he feared hurting her.

  “Now,” she begged breathlessly, her head moving restlessly as her lips and tongue caressed the man’s strong throat. “Fuck me, Cadan. Fuck me hard and deep. Make me take it all.”

  His breath was expelled from his throat as he groaned roughly at the plea. He didn’t want to hurt her. Didn’t want to shatter the trust that built between them.

  “Easy, Bliss,” he groaned, beginning to work inside her slowly, closing his eyes against the incredible pleasure of her tight pussy.

  “No,” she cried out, and before Cadan could halt her, could move back to lessen the effect of her movement, her hips had slammed backward, her pussy swallowing every hard, engorged inch of his pulsing cock.

  She stole his control, stole his breath and replaced it with a pleasure he could have never imagined. He was aware of her fangs sinking into the throat beneath her, the hot, rich flow of blood into her strong body, the lust thickening around them, and the muscles of her cunt milking him as he gripped her hips tighter and began to thrust hard and deep inside her. Exquisite heat, electricity and primal sensation washed through him in ever increasing waves. It slammed into his body, into his brain, overpowered everything he was and every preconceived notion of pleasure he had ever had. This was paradise.

  * * * * *

  Bliss would have screamed if the driving hunger inside her body had allowed it. The abrupt shock of his wide cock searing past the sensitive muscles of her cunt sent her spiraling into an ecstasy she couldn’t attempt to fight. It was in that moment that Cerise demanded she sink her teeth into Thomas’s blood-rich vein. It was pumping with lust, with lush pleasure, as he believed his cock was caught in the hot grip of her pussy as he pumped his way to release.

  The erotic taste of the lust-rich blood was intoxicating, powerful, fueling her own passions and her pleasure until she existed in a sensuous, ecstatic haze that she had no desire to escape.

  Behind her, Cadan was fucking her with deep, hard, jackhammer strokes that pushed her closer to the brink, threw her into the maelstrom of eroticism and had her reaching, reaching…

  Her head lifted from Thomas’s throat, the little pinpricks instantly closing as the flow of blood out of the vein halted. Her head pressed against his shoulder, her hips raising, pushing back to the driving force possessing her as she allowed the pleasure to overtake her.

  Sensation whipped through her body like electricity gone wild, zapping into her clitoris, her womb, convulsing her pussy as it rippled around Cadan’s driving cock until she exploded.

  Light shimmered behind her closed eyelids, brilliant fire bursts of color and carnal bliss that blasted into her in violent waves of exquisite sensual gratification. The earth moved. The mountains shuddered…or she did. She wasn’t certain. All she knew was the violent release quaking through her body and the hard, hot spurts of Cadan’s seed filling her pussy.

  Bliss collapsed over Thomas, her body strong and powerful, yet weak with the release of her pleasure. Her symbiot had sent the psychic demand to Thomas that he needed to sleep now, to rest. That his pleasure had been extreme and his body well satisfied.

  Behind her, Cadan breathed harshly, and inside her, his cock twitched with the last tremors of release. They were adrift now on clouds of enchanting fulfillment, within a connection so deep that she could touch his heart, his soul, and know the passion and love that only grew daily.

  “Come on, woman.” He moved back slowly, groaning as his cock slid from the tight clasp of her pussy. “Bedtime.”

  They were both weary. Mordan hadn’t given up in his fight to take Bliss and use her for his own evil purposes, and the battles were now being fought nightly. The only light in the darkness of the battles was the symbiots they had rescued from the dark warriors. They now awaited within the few life capsules that Cadan had found over the centuries.

  Cadan lifted her into his arms, sheltering her against his chest as he carried her to the bed. After he tucked her in, he would awaken Thomas, prepare him a light meal and then send him on his way. Cadan took care of her like that. Sheltered her, loved her. Her blood sucking playboy stud was hers alone now. His heart, his soul, his body. Just as she was his.

  He laid her back in the bed, pulled the blankets over her body and kissed her lips softly.

  “Sleep well, beloved,” he told her gently before dressing and moving from the room.

  Bliss watched him with drowsy eyes, a smile curving her mouth.

  You’ll never tame that wild man, Cerise thought to her with an edge of amusement. He’s still a stud.

  But he’s our stud, Bliss informed her with a smile.

  Yes, our stud, Cerise agreed.

  Cerise moved within the power that connected her to her mate. The bond Cadan and Bliss had formed was strong, vibrant. A pure, intense love that allowed Cerise to touch Aldon often, to experience through her host the touch, the feel of the mate she had longed for all these centuries.

  Sleep, beloved, Aldon whispered to her mind, his presence a comfort that stilled the pain she had known for too long.

  The bond filled her with warmth, with a glowing strength she had not known since the deaths of their mated hosts nearly a thousand years before on the planet they had once called home. It was good, Cerise thought, to be a part of him once again.

  * * * * *

  As Bliss slipped finally into deep sleep, a similar thought lingered within her mind. She was a part of that something more she had always dreamed of. Strong and free, sheltered and loved and yet trusted to do her part. She was, for the first time in her life, complete.

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