by Myra Nour
Raynor received the impression she’d “tasted” the air and picked up his vampire scent. “You’re not afraid of me?”
A deep laugh rumbled from her. “I am not as the other.”
“The other?”
“My other half. She is too frightened of life.”
“And you’re not.”
“What about you, Raynor, my handsome vampire—are you afraid of fucking a snakewoman?”
It was surprising she knew what she was, but then something about this particular shifter seemed different from the beginning. She seemed older, smelled of ancient times, perhaps when gods and goddesses ruled the land. Her being was earthy and sensual. Certainly, he couldn’t imagine Briana using the F-word in connection with the act of making love.
“I’ve wanted you in whatever form you appear, from the moment I set eyes on you.”
“She wants you too, but her mind refuses to accept it.” With that statement, she slithered closer, her body molded to his when she placed both hands on either side of his face. “Let me taste your shifter kissss,” she hissed.
Something told him she’d made her words sibilant on purpose to arouse him further, which it did. When their lips met, a wildfire heat stirred between the soft tissues. Her tongue slid between them, prying his mouth wider. She tasted spicy and exotic. Not detecting her fangs, he moved his tongue around and realized hers retracted like a snake’s; they were tucked neatly into the roof of her mouth.
His tongue kept rimming her mouth compulsively. Something was different. Amazingly, arousingly different. Slowly his brain found what his tongue had already discovered: she had no teeth in her mouth except the fangs! Then her tongue began a quivering dance in his mouth, driving even that wondrous thought from his mind. When it wound around first one fang, and then the other, lastly around his tongue, he thought he’d come right there without even undressing.
A hot hand slipped down his clothes and latched onto his cock. He throbbed against that inquisitive hand, moaned into her mouth, and tried to quiet his excitement so they could have a full session of sex.
Thrusting her from him slightly, he kissed his way down her neck, nipping with his fangs, but not piercing her flesh. Her skin was so soft, as smooth as the silk which had clad her body earlier. His hands circled her lovely breasts, squeezed gently, feeling their weight and firmness. Rubbing his hair against the areoles of each in succession, he could see her excitement; the nipples were hard and greedy for further exploration.
Complying happily, Raynor suckled on one, then another, if possible, his erection growing harder. Her long throat tilted backwards and she gripped his shoulders. Suddenly, she moaned and he matched her with one of his own.
Abruptly, she shoved him back gently and swooped down on his body with eager hands, helping him shed his clothes in record time. Ah, why didn’t I think of this earlier. The texture of her skin against his was exquisite. Her upper body was silken, her lower slightly rough, tickling and erotic at the same time when her tail curled around him. She moved it about his body like a third hand, an extremely long hand capable of caressing one to two foot sections of his body all at one time.
She flowed down his body, positioning herself on what would have been knees if she were still human. Gazing up at him with a sultry face hot enough to start the tinder in the brazier, she stuck out her tongue and swirled it around one of his nipples. Raynor panted in a sexual excitement so strong his guts knotted.
He’d thought her tongue seemed long when they kissed, but he’d not seen it until now. She continued to lick at him, giving him time to appreciate her impressive appendage. It was thin and flexible; she’d easily be able to roll it into an “O”. Her head was at his waistline, her tongue at his nipple—being a snakewoman definitely had its advantages, especially for the lucky male on the receiving end.
Slowly, her tongue worked its way down his abdomen; he clenched his stomach in anticipation. She withdrew her long appendage and nuzzled his cock for a few seconds, and then flicked it out again, taking his whole member into one of those rolls he’d thought about. He groaned aloud. That flexible tongue was completely wrapped around him and she undulated it, while not moving an inch of her head.
She stared up at him the whole time, her green eyes wicked and knowing. She knew she was driving him crazy. Opening her mouth, she sucked her tongue back inside and him with it. It felt like tiny snakes were trying to eat him alive in her mouth, but oh man did it feel good, past good, unbelievable. No teeth to accidentally graze his sensitive flesh, only smooth gum and tongue.
Suddenly, he couldn’t maintain his control any longer. He gripped her head on either side, shoved himself back and forth, inviting those snakes to partake of their dinner. The slick, wetness of her mouth sent shivers through him. A few rapid strokes and he was gone. His buttocks and neck tightened; Raynor climaxed in one explosive missile that filled her waiting mouth. He peered down at her now upturned face, an almost worshipful expression on his.
She let him plop out of her mouth, but kept her tongue around him, milking him gently, gathering the last of his cream onto her tongue and swallowing. Smiling like the Cheshire cat, she flipped that magnificent pink appendage back inside, then flicked a drop of moisture from her lush lower lip.
His knees were weak, he sank onto them, let his hands flop to her neckline.
“You taste as good as you smell.”
“You’re quite a woman.” He gave her a quick, sweet kiss.
“Sssss-snakewoman.” She pronounced it with a hiss and he knew she was teasing him.
“Snake goddess, if you wish.” He chuckled. He placed one hand along her cheek and as she nuzzled it softly, gently, her sultry look turned loving. He turned her eyes up to his. “I’m sorry, I usually last at least half an hour.”
Her head pitched backward in roiling laughter, and then those hypnotizing peridot-colored eyes came back to his. “I would be disappointed if you had.” At his puzzled look, she continued, “It would mean you did not find my skills desirable enough.”
Picking up one of her hands, he kissed the palm. “I could never find you undesirable. When you walk…or slither,” he paused and he could see she knew he was teasing her now, “when you talk or sit, I desire you.”
“I have not sat since appearing.”
Raynor brought her palm back up and licked it. He did not wish to offend this wondrous creature. “It doesn’t matter if it’s you or Briana, I desire both—equally.” He hoped that settled it. He didn’t wish Briana to go through an inner conflict, a true one that only a shapeshifter could suffer, not like humans would experience.
Her full lips molded in a slight pout; then she said, “I am here; it is the snake goddess you desire now.”
He couldn’t keep the smile off his face. She’d used his own words, “snake goddess”, and acknowledged with her statement that she’d be content if he desired her in her present form.
Pulling her into his arms, they spent a few minutes cuddling and discussing this world; Briana/snakewoman didn’t much care for this plane—it was too cold for her. In fact, now that they’d cooled down from their intense session, she shivered and eyed the fire.
Before she could move out of his arms and stretch out in front of the brazier as she’d evinced a desire to, he stroked one breast, tweaking the nipple into a hard nub. Her eyes came up to his face, with curiosity and a hint of fire behind her orbs.
“Don’t you want satisfaction as well, my goddess?”
“I thought you spent for the night.”
When he shook his head no, he could see her excitement level rising. That tongue flowed down her chest, tickled his hand, and then slipped underneath to caress his palm. He guessed that was her way of returning the palm kiss he’d given her. He didn’t stop kneading her breast, but almost halted when the end of her appendage wrapped around her own nipple and massaged it along with his fingers.
Suddenly, he was rock-hard and ready. Her eyes twinkled knowledgably, as if she gue
ssed this. Maybe that was her intention with the breast lick.
He leaned down and their lips crashed in a hot, fluid kiss that was scorching in its intensity. Raynor lost track of time, only her hands and marvelous lips and tongue mattered. They could have been sitting in the middle of a fierce storm, and the cold bite of wind or icy rain on his body wouldn’t have mattered. Heat. It was burning up in this freezing room.
Somehow, as if reading each other’s thoughts, they got to their knees, continuing the onslaught of hands and lips. He wanted to kiss and lick her secret places as well, but not knowing exactly where a snakewoman’s orifice was located, he didn’t want to ruin the mood by asking.
She flowed up his body and positioned herself. It was too exciting, this not knowing; he chose not to look down to see what she was up to. Suddenly, something warm and wet slid onto his cock. Now he looked.
She’d slid her hidden slit onto him. Raynor moaned. It felt like a human woman’s, the inside like wet silk, yet it was different. It seemed tighter and hotter. Maybe it was that snake part of her, or maybe it was simply being a shifter. Raynor had made love to many women in his life, but never a shifter. He’d run across a few, but wanted to save that special bonding for his mate.
Now, he was so damned glad he had waited.
Chapter Seven
Her tail came into play, rubbing his body along with her stroking fingers. Pushing backwards and holding his arms with her hands, she undulated, her stomach and hip area moving in a fluid motion that reminded him of a belly dancer.
Abruptly she halted all movement and stared at him with that wicked glint in her green eyes; he knew she was on the verge of doing something spectacular. And she did. Movement converged on his cock inside her. It seemed like a multitude of small, soft hands caressed him, making any movements from him or her unnecessary.
Raynor clenched his jaw in iron-hard control. Her every sexual move seemed designed to drive him over the edge. If not for the fact this were his second attempt, he wouldn’t have been able to hold off a climax. It was the hardest thing he’d ever done, this effort to dampen his excitement. The old adage about baseball games came to mind, but it was almost impossible to wedge mental pictures of men in sports uniforms into his thoughts while her “snake hands” inside rippled up and down him. His balls were tight and he abruptly pulled her from him, making an abrupt sucking sound.
“What’s the matter?” She pouted, her eyes slitting even further.
“If you want me to satisfy you this time, my goddess, you’re going to have to lay off the inside massage for a bit.”
She giggled and for a second, he saw a flash of Briana behind those lovely orbs.
He descended on her breasts, one at a time, licking each hardened nipple into tight nubs, and then repositioned her onto his cock. She slid on easily. Pushing her hips up and down, he orchestrated the movements fast and furious. When his hands came back up to grasp her breasts, she redirected the play, moving in slow, sensual rotations.
Suddenly, she pushed him backwards. His body landed hard, but she stayed with him, rode atop him, impaling herself on his engorged cock. From tip to base, he was besieged by gripping, slippery heat.
In this position, he had full access to her large breasts and he took advantage of it, kneading them softly, and then squeezing harder. She rammed herself up and down on him while her luscious boobs swung over his face. He loved her tits. Loved to draw on the nub, hear her groans erupt when he did. He pulled her down and sucked one small, pink nipple into his mouth. The gums around his fangs itched; he ached to shove them into her soft flesh, but resisted. It’d probably hurt like hell.
She groaned and inside those marvelous muscles of hers started moving again. He watched her face, knew she could no longer stave off her passion. Just knowing that she was near her peak threw his system into a fever matching her own. His hips plunged upward to meet her thrust, and then her “inner hands” gripped him so tight it hurt. The pain was momentary, a flash of intense sucking action against his sensitive cock that was well-worth the discomfort.
Her body pitched backwards, her hair tickling his legs and she screamed shrilly. He could distinguish no words, just a long, verbal eruption of pleasure. It was an unbelievably limber act and he gripped her waist tighter, shoving into her harder.
“My goddess!” Raynor released his load as he bellowed her nickname, satisfied that she had achieved her own orgasm. Each squirt of his juices was grasped by her insides, as if those “snake hands” milked the last of him, just as her artful tongue had done.
She collapsed onto his chest and he placed both arms about her in a soft hug. After a few minutes, he rolled them to the side so they still lay in each other’s arms. She twirled his chest hair around her fingers and ran one finger around his hard nipple. She seemed fascinated with his male form. He watched her while he stroked her downy-skinned back.
“Were you satisfied?” he finally had to ask. He was quite sure she was, but then he wasn’t familiar with snakewoman anatomy. Perhaps the intense orgasm she appeared to experience was normal for her kind. And then too, he seemed to always ask that silly question, no different than millions of his peers, who worried whether they satisfied their partner.
She gazed up at him, her eyes humorous and sleepy. “Yes, you are a wonderful lover.”
“And, if you’ll excuse the pun, you’re hotter than an erupting volcano.”
She smiled, sexy and sweet at the same time. She yawned, and then shivered.
“We’d better move closer to the fire,” he eyed it over her shoulder. “Looks like it needs more coal anyway.”
They jumped up quickly. Now that the hot sex was over, he was getting thoroughly chilled and was sure poor Briana/snakewoman was even more so. Before they even reached the brazier, she began trembling violently and shifted in a few seconds. The shift back to human usually flowed much quicker than the change to whatever shifter form the shapeshifter metamorphosed into at the time, but Briana’s change was super-fast. He thought perhaps it was the cold; her human form would be less affected by the cold than her snake side.
His shift followed her the next minute, but his body still felt chilled to the bone. After he had thrown coals onto the fire, it warmed the space around them fairly quickly. Briana had grabbed the dress immediately after shifting, but held it in front of her body, facing him. She seemed too embarrassed to slip it on in front of him. He grinned. Didn’t she remember their fiery sex but moments ago?
By the confused look on her face, he thought perhaps she did, but didn’t fully understand or acknowledge her role yet.
“Can you turn your back while I get dressed, please?”
“Sure,” he pointed to the pile behind her. “But, you’ll need to put on that slip thing first.”
“The chemise. I forgot.”
At the same time he turned toward the curtained doorway, his nerve endings shivered with alarm. There were shifters nearby.
The wool curtain was thrust sharply aside and four magnificent creatures entered in movements so swift they could only have been shapeshifters, even if their appearance hadn’t made it obvious.
They were vampires, like him. Two males and two females. Fangs appeared when their lips drew back in a hissing warning, reminding him of spitting cats.
“Que faites-vouz ici?” The tall, blonde male spoke.
Raynor was startled when the man spoke French, but he certainly understood him well enough, even though he’d never taken a lesson in his life. The man had asked: “what are you doing here?” His thoughts flicked back to the vampire’s question and he almost laughed. Isn’t it obvious to them what we were doing? But then I guess they wouldn’t appreciate some other shifters having sex in their territory. He glanced sideways quickly and then back to the group. Briana stood frozen in fear, the dress clutched to her chest.
Deciding to take the diplomatic approach, he said, “I’m sorry if we overstepped our bounds, but we recently jumped and sought shelter for the night
.” For a second, Raynor was rattled; he’d spoken proper French in response to the agitated man. But then he remembered the portal’s astounding ability in the language department; he just didn’t know why they were speaking French instead of English.
“Jumpers!” The short, redheaded woman physically spat on the ground.
Surprise flushed through him. Usually shifters were pleased to meet others of their kind who had traveled through time; many interesting stories were exchanged of their adventures.
The woman’s disdain was odd.
“How dare you engage in sex within our domain?” The tall brown haired man stepped forward.
“We meant no disrespect.” He stood his ground, and then shrugged. “We shifted shortly after entering, and you know how impossible it is to control oneself after that.”
The tall blonde woman took a stance next to the brown-haired vampire, probably her mate. She pointed to Briana. “This one barely smells of shifter.”
Raynor glanced his mate’s way. “This was her first shift.”
“Liar!” the brown-haired vampire, who seemed to be the leader, said disdainfully. “That is impossible.”
He sighed, didn’t want to go into a detailed explanation of his and Briana’s lives. Besides, he didn’t care what they thought; it was none of their damned business.
The blonde said, “Maybe she is a gentle shifter; perhaps a fairy. I’ve heard their odor is light.”
He stared back at them. Let them think what they wanted.
Edging forward, the redhead said with excitement, “I’ve always wanted to taste fairy blood, I’ve heard it is heavenly.” She licked her lips, staring at Briana with a cold-blooded, hunter’s look.
Recanting his earlier thoughts, Raynor realized these vamps did need to know the truth, that keeping their shifter identities secret might kill them. Disgust ripped through him even as he realized this. Shifters who killed those of their race was rare indeed. Such beasts were shunned and exiled from any contact with their fellow shapeshifters. Stuck as they were, they had little choice but to commune with the savage predators facing them.