Any Price

by Faulkner, Gail

  “There has to be a control to our power signature. Do you feel how loud it is? When the god left the hall, his power disappeared as if it had been shut off. You could follow shreds of it, but I think that was because of the blood connection,” Lore stated calmly, pleased her attention was on him, not the painful ordeal in the medical section.

  “Are you trying to do it now? Because I can still feel you but visually you’re sliding in and out…sorta,” Kenna said in soft wonder.

  Lore’s head turned to look at her. “What?”

  “It’s hard to explain. You’re rippling.”

  Turning to face her, Lore tried again. He thought of the night being a cloak he could pull over himself.

  Kenna gasped and shrank back from the shadow he became. Immediately the shadow evaporated and Lore stood there frowning at her. He was so male, so overwhelmingly physically muscle and man, and yet he’d become something else.

  “What?” he questioned sharply, hard eyes narrowing.

  “Ah, the power didn’t go anywhere, but you did,” she told him as she looked him over to be sure nothing was missing. “I knew you were there, but you were the night as well. It was…unusual.”

  Lore slipped into her mind. There he saw what she’d seen.

  “Damn,” he breathed softly. “I didn’t mean to do that.”

  Kenna scooted across the bed to get out on his side. She needed to touch him, feel his warm muscles moving under her hands. Not that it wasn’t a constant need, it just seemed urgent after watching him disappear.

  Walking the two steps to him, she was a creature of swaying grace. The dark fall of her hair flowed with her movements and her hands reaching for him appeared to glow softly silver in the meager light. Looking at her, he was struck with how stunningly beautiful she really was. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?” he asked softly as her hands combed down the fur of his chest.

  “No,” she smiled into his face.

  “So many things I’ve not said.” Lore’s hands glided up her arms in a slow caress. Her humorous response was expected. He wasn’t ignoring it, just too caught up in her to tease back.

  Kenna looked up at the striking male holding her and let what he was wash over her. She forcefully rejected the initial spike of fear at his new abilities as she chose to embrace this future. It was becoming easier to ignore her old human reactions to the unknown. Her other reaction had been wonder and…lust? Yes, lust. He turned her on with the new ability. Touching him was touching the future. Impossible and forever met in his body.

  Stepping into him, pressing against his torso, Kenna’s lips glided along the underside of his jaw. Her arms wound around him and her hands petted the tight span of muscle that made his back. They both sank into the sensation of touching in that magic moment when reality and fantasy shimmered around them.

  “Do it again. Now,” she murmured into his skin. “Make us the night.”

  Lore’s hands smoothed down her slender back. Holding her close, he folded the night around them using the cloak metaphor as a tag he could manipulate. They were still standing in the room, arms around each other, but also they were not.

  “Turn us off like you quit broadcasting in the old castle,” Lore said softly, experimenting with the concept that they could combine their abilities. If he could take her with him in this way, her already-learned skill of disappearing on the paranormal plane the others felt could be shared too.

  Kenna shifted, pulling back to what she called hide from everyone else. Immediately the others reached for them, proving they were no longer on the plane of consciousness the others shared.

  “Take us back,” Lore ordered calmly as the others swiftly became agitated with their absence. She had suppressed her ability to broadcast more fully than when the two of them simply talked. Following his lead, she had concentrated on disappearing completely. “Try returning slowly, a fade-in. Snapping on abruptly gives away location. It did when you were in the old castle.”

  Sending reassurance to the community as soon as they were fully back, Lore remained holding his princess of the night. Her eyelids were heavy and he had no difficulty feeling her excitement and wonder at what they’d just done. His lady liked a little magic in her man. “You’re not afraid?” he commented as his hands cupped her ass to rub her over his erection.

  “Not afraid of you,” Kenna said with an intimate smile. “We did that together. Each a piece of the whole. Are you afraid of us?”

  “No,” Lore stated. “We have no time for fear.” Their mouths met. Lore growled in pleasure as she rubbed up him in sensual demand.

  His head lifted from her mouth.

  “What are we?” Kenna wanted to know, searching his eyes. Pale hands dug firm nails into his back as they dragged down in slow, tactile delight.

  “We are Kenna and Lore. We are whatever we want to be.” Lore licked languidly down her neck. Little nips lit sizzling fires as he bent to gain more of her pearl-white skin. Pulling her thighs up around his hips, he easily held her slightly off him, the tip of his engorged cock nudging slick folds of the pussy dripping with welcome.

  Flexing biceps, he lifted her body up and down to stroke her folds with his cock. All the while kisses rained across her collarbone. Kenna’s fingers sank into his hair as her back arched, thrusting breasts up for his attention. It didn’t matter what else was going on, apparently the greedy wanton within was always ready. Heat zipped around her nerve endings with compelling demand.

  She didn’t clutch him, there was no need. He lifted her, moved her body as he chose and she was breathlessly safe exactly where he put her.

  Kenna moaned in a throaty purr. The wide head of his shaft prodded into her slick channel. Teasing her with the promise of thick intrusion, his control of their pleasure shot spirals of sensation up her body as she stretched around him.

  “Oohhh yessss,” she gasped. “Should we? Thomas is suffering. This seems wrong.”

  Licking over her nipple, Lore answered mentally. “Thomas will suffer this night regardless of what we do. Learning how to use what is given to us is the only protection we can offer those who follow. Embracing what we are is our gift to them. This is part of who we are.”

  Sucking her nipple deeply into his mouth in the same moment he pulled her against his body, slamming into the hot welcome of her body, he drove the sentence home. “Finding joy where only confusion ruled makes us what we are…” Using his hold on her bottom, he pulled her off him and back down his shaft. “We are the One. Not the first daughter and her One. That was the mistake of the past. Together we make the One.” Slowly he walked to the bed, driving his cock into her with each step.

  “When we are One, we become a much greater power. We should have realized that when the group united, but we didn’t follow the logic to what happens when just you and I join like tonight. Not knowing how to use our gifts does not excuse us from being responsible to do so.”

  Lore knelt on the bed, still holding her trembling body impaled on his shaft. He moved to the center of the large bed and slowly bent to lay her on cool sheets. Settling over her, his lips left her breasts to lift his eyes to hers as his hips finally thrust into her with the power of his need. Looking into her soul as they connected, he continued aloud. “This is what we need. There is no other duty than being One. We are responsible to wield the protection of many, those not gifted with the strength to fight their own battles.”

  She raised her arms, stretching hands above her head in total surrender of the body arched beneath his driving hips. Her knees came up, slender legs wrapping loosely around his flexing back.

  “Yes, baby, that’s it,” he approved as she moaned in harsh delight. “Take your due, offer me what’s mine. Do it, invite me to make us One.”

  Joined in body and mind, she knew what he asked for. They were not one yet. Not yet. Spiking pleasure mushroomed between them in the elemental rhythm of sex. Sweat perfumed the air with Earth’s primal demands.

  There was one more link,
the one that took them into another reality. That last bond separated them from the Earth’s population in ways nothing else could. Willingly embracing it had freed them from the past and imprisoned them in a future yet to be seen.

  Kenna’s head arched back, her chin turned to the side. “Please,” she moaned into his mind.

  Grimacing with the driving force of exploding pleasure, his head whipped back as his body strained. Swooping down, his mouth closed over the offered flesh. As his teeth struck her skin, hard points pierced her and he inhaled deeply. The dark liquid of life rushed into his body.

  Thrusting in rapid, brutal pleasure, his cock drove into her in a basic claim that increased with each deep draw on the life force flowing into his mouth. They were both exploding with sensations that drew them into each other. Sharing with joined minds was nothing compared to the shattering intimacy of connecting this way. They were sharing bodies.

  Pulling off her neck, Lore’s head whipped back, his body arched to turn his face up to the future. Connected at the hips in an earthly mating, they burst into the universe and moved among the stars. He’d filled her with his seed and she’d filled him with the wonder of unlimited possibilities.

  Relaxing down on the woman clawing his chest, Lore basked in her sharp little demands. His hips still thrust in lazy strokes that let her down off the high of orgasm, but not off the hook of need. His own body remained hard and sensitized as they looked into each other’s eyes.

  “I’m not done with you,” he growled into her panting face.

  “Damn straight,” she agreed as her teeth clenched through an extended shudder.

  He gripped her by the shoulders and rolled them both over. Buried deep in her body became deeper as she sat on him. His hands trailed down from her shoulders as she leaned back on his propped-up knees. Hard fingers glided around shuddering breasts.

  Her hands reached around to claw up the backs of his thighs. Her body, mounted on his cock, was splayed open to him as her head fell back.

  Thick and hard, he filled her. She felt she had to straighten her back to accommodate the pole rammed into her.

  His hands possessively kneaded tender breasts, both swollen nipples pouted in invitation. He ignored them to cherish the yielding flesh around them. He urged her body up his shaft in a leisurely stroke. Kenna moaned. The slow drag off his veined cock was excruciating pleasure.

  Large hands moved to just under glistening breasts to wrap around her ribs, he held her above him and drank in the picture. Her legs strained to support her weight. Lovely cunt folds stretched around the head of his cock. Damp curls had been pounded flat and concealed nothing as she strained to take the shaft she was poised over. Her belly trembled with tense muscles.

  He drew her down. Neither of them wanted gentle. Instead of being sated after that first orgasm they felt an edge of ravenous hunger. The pull and demand of male and female had become stronger, harsher.

  Kenna snarled at the rough impalement, her hands reaching for her own nipples as she looked down at him. He was holding her pressed down on his cock, his fingers wrapped around her ribs. Her hips jerked in small movements as she gripped protruding points of flesh. Squeezing the tender tips, she rolled them, spiking harsh flashes of greedy pleasure into the tension of grinding demand driving both of them. Open mouthed, she gasped in air as her body worked to rub damp folds into his hard groin.

  She was feral decadence suspended above him. A priestess of gratification intent on experiencing every sliver of sensation she could capture. Roughly she pulled her breasts out, stroking the nipples from root to tip in long, rolling twists. He’d never seen anything so beautiful, so sexually earthy.

  “Yes,” he approved in rumbling satisfaction. “Show me. Feel how good it is to be what we are.”

  Her eyes burned down into his as she grimaced. Her hips shifted in the only movement she could manage as he held her, rubbing in small circles. Giving them both new sensations that teased with the promise of more if he’d let her go. He held her, compelling her with mind and body to entice them both.

  “Damn it, move,” she demanded.

  “No. I like the feel of that cunt clenching as it begs for more,” he told her in naked dominance. The rising tide between them was changing as they strained for satisfaction.

  Her hands left her breasts to rake down his chest and capture the copper disks. She yanked on them in brutal demand. “I said more!”

  “I said no!” he responded as he released her ribs to grab her wrists and pull her hands off him. She didn’t let go easily, jerking his flesh painfully as he moved her arms. Clasping both wrists in one of his hands, he pulled her body to the side as his hips took him out of her body, rolling them so they ended up with her face down and he half lying across her.

  The tension shot up another level where dark pleasure and clawing lust spiraled around them in an intoxicating brew as she moved under him. Defiant, she bent her head and bit his forearm.

  Lore jerked in pain but didn’t release the delicate wrists in his grasp. One arm under her hips, he jerked her ass up and pulled her arms down so he held her wrists beside her knees. The position forced her to kneel with head down. He knelt beside her. His free hand landed on the upturned ass in a sharp spank.

  “No teeth.”

  At the crack of his hand on her ass, her knees collapsed as she straightened her legs out of the kneeling position.

  Looking down at her, he grimaced. “Ass up!” His command was quiet with the hard determination of all that he was. They were at a new place and he had no intention of letting the moment pass as if it were not important.

  Her body shuddering with both hard pants and sensual demand, Kenna considered the command. He was in her mind. He knew she was thinking about it.

  “No. Not a choice, baby.” His spoken words were accompanied by two fingers pushed between her clenched legs, easily sliding in to the knuckles up her cunt. With those two fingers exerting pressure, he lifted her.

  Kenna shrieked in reaction. There was no pain, just enough pressure to force her legs up so she again knelt. But that wasn’t what drew the guttural sound from her. It was the overwhelming reaction to his fierce dominance. She had pushed him to this, driven herself to challenge him. The mix of desire and raw defiance emanated from animal arousal.

  His fingers remained buried in her as he continued. “Spread. Now!” He didn’t condescend to further instruction. If her knees didn’t move, he was happy to help her.

  This time Kenna moved immediately, shifting her knees to the wide placement he demanded in her mind.

  He wanted the tendons of her inner thighs distinctly taut in sexual submission. Her back arched down, tilting her impaled channel at him as far as she could. That was the visual he demanded in her mind.

  Lore grunted and held her for several silent moments to let her feel his satisfaction. Even in this they created a unit that was greater than the separate individuals. Her need to feel his strength invaded every aspect of their beings. His need to give her that security didn’t make him the dominant lover. He’d already been that. Together they fit. His needs, hers, they folded into each other with seamless perfection. Perfection that drew them into hedonistic pleasure neither had known existed.

  Swiftly his big body shifted behind her. His fingers left her in a long, sensual pull. He released her wrists, giving her a sharp mental command to remain still as thumbs from both hands lay along her labia and drew them widely apart. The hard head of his cock slowly pushed into her exposed opening as he watched.

  She lay panting beneath the savage hunger that took her with slow deliberation. Entering her this way, they both felt his wide shaft make her opening expand around the thick stalk of him. Pressing in steadily, he took every inch with methodical force, imposing his will on the eager flesh yielding to his demands.

  The slow, driving fuck was all about this level of relationship. He no longer bothered controlling his pounding urge to possess her in any way possible. Ownership of her bo
dy, his body, the body they made when they were joined was forever going to be clear to both of them.

  He took her and she needed the taking more than she needed anything else. If he’d not been willing to command her, he could not hope to command the power they embodied. Without his dominant authority, they would become nothing as had so many before them.

  Needing the proof of his strength, the safety of its power was an instinctive demand. The new world they inhabited brought them to this place, this knowledge. Her need of him went way beyond anything a modern human female could comprehend. Kenna accepted the savage pleasure of surrender. He gave her everything and she was safe to take it.

  The natural world had never been a democracy. It never would be. Strength ruled and the only question was how did it rule? What motivated strength to take its due? Surrendering to him placed her and all that was hers, in his care. Her heart, her body and her people were given and in return he made them One. The One.

  With each deep thrust he promised her every ounce of his power was bent to her, to them, to taking what they needed. In a primal universe, he would be the one who ripped their right to live from the hands of any who opposed them. He would not fail her. Not while he remained alive.

  It could have been minutes. It felt like hours as they indulged their need to burn in the raw, carnal lust that pierced through the remains of the tame reality they’d so recently abandoned. Every shove deep into her body drove them further into the world they would create. Hard hands gripped her hips as pleasure rolled into primitive gratification. With ruthless strength, his thrusts began to pound as he pulled her on him.

  Completely surrendered and drowning in the full-bodied fucking he gave her, Kenna’s hands had moved up to grip the top of the mattress above her head. She had no desire to lift her head out of her submissive pose. He would not have tolerated it in the state they now inhabited. Every deep plunge into her drew a low scream from her. Pleasure this undiluted was a new world.

  Together they felt the rush of building pressure. The explosion of release took them into a universe of colliding worlds and primordial blasts. Creation was violent and chaotic, a rejection of past lives as new ones were produced. This was the universe they burst into.