by Lora Leigh
“You are so wet, your juices are beaded upon your pretty curls,” he growled, his voice tight now from the control he was exerting. “A feast for me. Do you think it can slake my thirst, my hunger for you?”
His gaze rose to hers. The slivery gray color darkening to thundercloud intensity. Mary felt her juices flowing faster from that look, her pussy demanding his touch, the rough slide of his tongue.
“Let us see if I can do so,” he whispered when she didn’t answer him.
The first touch of his tongue sliding through her hidden slit had her going on her tiptoes in reaction. Her womb contracted with a hard, violent spasm as her pussy creamed with a small, forceful gush. His mouth was there to catch the essence of her arousal, and animalistic growl vibrating on the air around them as his tongue pushed into her clenching vagina.
She shuddered violently, her knees weakening, the strength leaving her muscles though her body energized with lust. He slurped at her cunt, licking her with ravenous intent, his tongue fucking into her vagina as his fingers held the swollen lips apart, allowing his nose to rub erotically against her engorged clit.
She would have screamed out at the torturous pleasure if she could have found the breath. As it was, only the strength of his hands kept her upright as he made an erotic meal of her juicy pussy. His teeth scraped the soft inner flesh, a rasping threat as he nibbled on pouting lips, only to have his touch shift, and his tongue plunge inside her abruptly once again.
Her strangled moans filled the air around them as she felt herself being pulled to her knees. His lips kissed up her abdomen, took a brief, hard taste of her long nipples, then covered hers almost violently.
She tasted herself, the tangy sweetness of her body on his lips, his tongue. She should have been disgusted, should have fought to pull away she thought distantly, instead of fighting him for a harder, deeper kiss.
He tore the shirt from her arms, ripping the material and tossing it aside.
“Bent over.” Violent arousal echoed in his deepening growl of lust.
He positioned her on hands and knees before him, his hands lifting her hips as he moved behind her.
“Barak.” Apprehension filled her, but not enough to dim the arousal that steadily grew inside her.
His hand moved between her thighs, his fingers running through the thick juices until his fingers were circling the small opening of her vagina.
“Are you a virgin?” His tone was possessive, hard and rough.
Mary was suddenly more than a little nervous. Would he be angry that she wasn’t? Would he punish her?
“Please Barak,” she whispered, protesting the fear that now filled her.
“Answer me.” She felt the broad head of his cock as he nudged it against her vaginal opening.
She felt her pussy clench, felt her entire body sizzle with the threat of his invasion.
“No,” she cried out, trembling now.
“Good.” Satisfaction filled his voice. “No virgin would survive what I need this night, Mary. And I am now helpless in the need of it.”
Dark regret, shimmering lust, both filled his voice as she felt the flared head of his cock part the opening into her cunt. She tightened in reflex.
“Tight,” he whispered in a tortured voice. “So tight, Mary. You will burn me alive when I fill you.”
His fingers parted her lower lips, opening her further as he nudged the thick head inside her. Mary groaned as she felt her flesh stretch around the engorged tip as he began to work it slowly inside her.
She could hear his breath heaving in his chest, or was it her own? The head of his cock moved back and forth, working it inside her degree by degree she fought to relax the muscles around it. Inside, her cunt was pleading for him, weeping in demand.
Then, she felt a warm, forceful ejaculation from his cock into the tight depths of her cunt. He growled his own surprise, his body jerking behind her. The heated slide of the fluid washed through her, relaxing her muscles marginally.
“No,” Mary shook her head, protesting what she knew was now happening. God, the Coyotes weren’t supposed to be able to mate, to eject the fluid that both eased the entrance of their thick cocks, and heated the arousal to even deeper levels.
“Easy,” he panted, one hand gripping her hips as she knew the other gripped his desperate flesh. “Sweet Heaven, Mary, what have you done to me?”
Another forceful expulsion from the tip of his cock surged inside her. Mary bucked against him in surprise, driving the head of his cock past the entrance to her slowly relaxing vagina. Despite the softening of her muscles, the thick head still stretched her to overflowing, burning her, exciting her. The edge of pain, the forceful invasion was making her hotter, wetter for him.
“Mary,” He groaned her name he kissed her back, arched over her, his body trembling as he shuddered with another ejaculation that had her pussy clamping on him, yet her muscles losing their tight rigidity.
He groaned again then forged forcefully inside her quaking pussy as she screamed out at the hard invasion. The tender tissue parted at the hard thrust, every sensitive nerve ending inside her cunt screamed out with burning, shocking pleasure. She tightened on him instinctively, her pussy trembling, her clit throbbing as her back arched to drive him deeper.
She was panting for breath now, desperate in the grip of the sharp sensations of pleasure/pain traveling through her body. His cock jerked, the heated ejaculation soothing her muscles further as his cursed above her, fighting for control, a control he was helpless to maintain.
As he drew slowly back, his cock sliding along the gripping tunnel that encased his erection, Mary tightened on him, loath to release the stretching, tight sensation of being filled to such extremes. She fought to keep him inside her, to hold him to her.
A savage growl heated the air around him as he gripped her hips and plunged inside her again. Her arms collapsed, her breasts meeting the floor, her hips jerking, her cunt tightening harder on the thick intruder, and she felt his control snap.
He pulled back forcefully, then began a deep, hard driving motion inside her trembling vagina that had her crying out, begging for more. Lightening zipped through her pussy, her womb, sizzled through her bloodstream and tightened her chest as she fought to hold onto consciousness. It was like nothing she had known before.
His cock stroked the walls of her cunt with pistoning strokes of power. The mushroomed head drove past tight muscles, parting them for the shaft that kept them stretched, opened as small, heated ejaculations washed through the tunnel. Her pussy was burning, screaming for release, clamping on his cock as she fought for release. Her clit throbbed, swelled until it was like another heartbeat between her thighs.
The pleasure encompassed her body. It ripped through her, contracting her muscles, driving her insane with the need to orgasm. Her hips jerked in his hands as her body bucked against him, fighting to drive him harder, deeper inside her.
The muscles tightened in her body as agonizing sensations of pleasure began to engulf her. She tingled from her toes to her head, as her cunt began to radiate with a blooming intensity of nearing rapture.
She called out his name as he drove inside her deeper, his stokes intensifying as she fought for breath, for sanity. Then she felt what she believed no Coyote breed could do. The thickening of his cock, the heated distention of the knot that reminded her forcefully of his animalistic genes.
“No,” she cried out, terrified now as the growing vibrations of need began to intensify. “Barak, please… Please…” But what she was pleading for, she had no idea.
“Take me, Mary.” He bent over her, his rough voice raspy with demand. “Take me baby. All. Of. Me.” His tone became guttural then, growling as he thrust harder, trying to go deeper as the swelling began to fill her further.
Her orgasm tore through her as the distension bloomed rapidly, locking him inside her as his heated release began to explode inside the depths of her rippling cunt. His hips jerked involuntarily, pulling at t
he clamping muscles of her cunt as her release rocked her. Her pussy exploded, her clit pulsed, throbbed, then joined in the rapturous release as the heavy swelling of his cock added the pressure the small nub of nerves needed. She was wracked with the rocketing, fiery explosions that tore through her body as Barak’s growl echoed in her ears.
She jerked as his hands tightened at her hips. Her cunt milking his erection, caressing the tight knot that stretched her, locking him to her, holding him deep and hard inside her body as she exploded around him.
“Mine.” His teeth locked on her shoulder as she exploded again, then screamed out at the erotic pain of his sharp canines piercing her skin, his tongue laving it as his mouth drew on her flesh.
Her cry was a deep, exhaustive wail as everything inside her imploded. Bone and tissue, muscle and nerves. She melted, dissolved with a rapturous explosion that she collapsed beneath him, forcing him to cover her, his legs to hold hers apart, his hips still jerking against her, the knot throbbing inside her as his last spurt of semen burst from his cock.
Mary’s hands were locked into the short threads of the carpet as shudders continued to rip through her body as her orgasm slowly eased. Her pussy rippled one last time as she sobbed weakly in responsive pleasure.
Long moments later, the agonizing stretching of her vagina eased, and he pulled from her with an erotic slurping sound as her body protested the release. Barak fell over beside her, gasping for breath though his hands locked her against him, giving her no chance for escape even if she had the energy to try.
“Mine,” he whispered the word against her shoulder, his lips caressing the gentle slope of her arm as drowsiness filled his voice.
“Never,” she grumbled, knowing her last attempt to hold onto her independence would likely be a failure.
Barak grunted. “We shall see my dear. We shall see.”
Mary sighed. Indeed they would.
Winged Sex
Sensuous Encounter
Lora Leigh
"You wished to experiment with the sexuality of a breed, and I am offering my services. As you should have known I would." The sarcasm was hard to miss.
Well, it wasn't as though the week hadn't been boring anyway, Dr. Nicole Akitoye assured herself as she stared across the rough bedroom at her captor. She fought to still the tremor of sexual charged heat that washed over her body. He was the most perfect male specimen she had ever laid her eyes on. That was, if one discounted the large feathered wings that draped his back.
Long, golden brown hair fell to his shoulders, framing a face that should have been a god's. When creating their perfect killing machines, the Council had definitely shot for exceptional good looks as well as power and strength. His eyes were a golden brown, shot with lighter amber. The amber lights seemed to glow when his temper rose, creating a brilliance to his eyes that instinctively made her wary.
Those eyes reminded her of an Eagles gaze, a moment before an attack. Predatory, assessing all strengths, taking in all weaknesses. That was how he watched her now. As though he were ready to pounce. She wanted to shake her head. She still couldn't believe the Genetics Council had managed such a feat. How had they done it?
Keegan Corlaw stood tall before her, his handsome face set in lines of stubborness, his muscular body braced for the fury he clearly expected from her. A fury she was keeping carefully leashed.
"I didn't say I wanted to fuck one," she all but growled. God, how did she manage to get herself into these messes?
"How else can such experiments be attempted?" He questioned her, crossing his arms over his broad, bare chest as he tilted his head and watched her quizzically. "I am putting myself at your disposal."
Nikki rolled her eyes.
"You've been in captivity too long," she grunted, her hands tightening on the quilt she had wrapped around herself the moment he had released her from the ropes that had held her earlier. "You think sex can only be done as an experiment now."
A small smile tipped his sculpted lips. Lips that begged to be kissed. Just slightly full, tempting.
"I think sex can be done many ways." He shrugged. "Perhaps you spent too many years with the Council, Doctor. Perhaps it is you who believes it must be an experiment."
Nikki forced herself to silence. It wasn't easy. She was standing before some winged creature, one that had invaded more than one private fantasy, naked and wrapped in only a quilt. He was dressed in leather breeches and nothing else. Black, body forming, and bulging with no apologies between those massive thighs. She was in trouble.
"I have never been part of the Council," she bit out instead. "I have treated, and cured and fought for every genetically altered race those bastards have created." Her fists clenched.
First there had been the predatory Feline breeds, then Wolves and Coyote, and now Eagle. Eagle for God's sake. She could not figure out how they had managed that one.
"You have fought for us, I agree." He advanced on her slowly, his eyes narrowed on her as she refused to retreat.
She stood still, silent beneath that penetrating stare as he neared her. Her breathing escalated, her heart rate speeding up, her muscles tensing, preparing for a touch that she knew she would be forced to fight. Not him. She knew he would not harm her. But herself. Her own insidious weakness and overwhelming desire for him.
Her cunt felt like a volcano, ready to erupt, her juices easing past the sensitive lips, coating them, preparing her for an invasion she was determined to resist. Her breasts were swelling, her nipples hard little points beneath the quilt as the scent of mountain breezes and potent man reach her nostrils.
Keegan stood before her now, staring down her, his gaze penetrating, heated.
"Let us try an experiment," he whispered seductively. "I remember often, during the drug induced lusts the Council preferred, a need, a desire to touch with my wings. Let us see what they can do?"
Nikki's mouth dried, but her cunt clenched and ran with the betraying proof of the temptation he represented.
"Do I look like a fool?" She snapped, watching warily as the graceful wings at his back began to unfurl.
The feathers were long and stiff along the back of those massive extensions. But she knew that inside, they were as soft as satin, as warm and sensuous as wicked sin and carnal delight. Her flesh prickled, willingly succumbing to the need to feel the touch of those feathers once again. Her mind balked. If she gave in, she would never be free again.
"You look like nothing of the kind," he assured her, one wing curving towards her, as she watched in dazed fascination. "You appear soft and warm, your honey skin and lush curves so sweet I want only to lay my lips to you, and see if you taste as sweet as you appear."
The feathers there were small, a mix of sun kissed brown, russet and a creamy white. As the breath suspended in her throat, they seemed to move on their own, rippling across the underside of his wings, reaching towards her.
"No." She jumped out of reach the moment before he would have touched her.
"Yes," he growled. "Do not attempt to lie to me, Nikki, and say you do not wish this. I can smell your heat, your arousal."
"It means nothing." She shook her head, uncomfortable with the suddenly sensuous feel of her own hair as it caressed her shoulders. Her flesh too sensitive, aching in ways she had never experienced before.
"It means everything." He reached out for her.
Before she could assimilate his intentions, the quilt was jerked from her body, leaving her standing before him, naked, quivering, her body on fire for him.
"I can't do this, Keegan." She watched in horror as he flung the quilt to the floor, his hands going then to the lacings on the front of his breeches.
Her eyes widened, she couldn't help it. As he peeled the form fitting material from his body, the thick, hard length of his cock was revealed in glorious detail. The length was so heavy and full that gravity pulled at it, drawing it away from his body until it pointed towards her as though it were some moisture seeking device that h
ad located the wet heat of her cunt.
Nikki licked her dry lips nervously, her mouth suddenly watering, visions of going to her knees, tasting, sucking that hard, broad head into her mouth caused her to nearly whimper in hunger.
"Keegan," she whispered his name in both longing and in protest as he advanced on her again.
She tore her eyes from the sight of his erection, willing to plead now, but whether she would beg for release, or for his touch, she wasn't certain.
He stopped within a breath of touching her. The steel hard spear of flesh nearly touching her abdomen as he stared down at her.
"Do it," he dared her then. "Do you think I cannot read the longing in your eyes? That I do not know what you wish, Nikki?"
"I wish nothing from you," she snapped back, furious with herself for her own weakness.
"You want the same as I do," he bit out, his fingers gripping her arms now, his touch heated, his palms rasping against her skin, causing her to shiver in need. "You want my cock buried so deep and hard inside you that you can barely breath. You merely refuse to admit to it."
Her hands rose to his chest, intending to push him away, her only thought that of escaping the insidious delight his touch caused. Such an addiction could not be a good thing.
"That cock would not fit inside me," she bit outside, whimpering now as she watched his wings unfurl. They opened, curving around his body, moving to enfold her within them.
No. No. Not again. She could not bear that whiplash of intense lust that seared her body when those feathers touched her.
"It will fit," he swore, his voice rasping now, husky with his own passion. "Tight and hard inside you, Nikki. Locked perfectly inside your hot little cunt."
His wings touched her. Nikki gasped out coursing pleasure, rising to her tiptoes as her muscles contracted with the sensuous delight, her womb spasming in need.