Banished

by Anita Philmar

  The governor had indicated he wanted her to entertain Jack for the next few days. The subtle hint would go unnoticed by Jack, but Kitty recognized the command. The governor never asked her to show a man to her own room unless he wanted her to provide the man with additional services.

  Of course, the governor also ensured her compliance by forcing her to transform. The process always increased her need for sex and made her a more pliable subject for him to manipulate. Last night, she slept at the foot of his bed as a cat, a form he demanded she used whenever they were expecting guests. The feline form always aroused a more voracious sexual appetite once she returned to human.

  Now, with need racing through her blood, she ached for the mind-blowing release of her first orgasm in weeks. Her nipples tightened against the silky fabric of her dress.

  Jack’s whipcord frame, powerful and agile, drew her notice from the moment he stepped into the parlor. A young man in his mid-twenties, he’d be more than able to satisfy her lust.

  Kitty pushed the door wider and stepped out of the way so he could enter. After a few steps, he paused. She studied the curly, dark hair circling his head. The silky strands brushed the top of his shoulders. Her palm tingled, and she ached for the pleasure of combing her fingers through the wild mess while he pumped his cock deep into her pussy. A sharp hunger sped through her womb, and the intimate muscles clenched with desire. She edged her legs apart, and moisture dripped from her core.

  The gliding precision of his gait, as he strode to the chaise lounge by the window, sparked an interest in his true nature. Could he change his form like her? The idea excited her shape-shifter blood.

  She shook her head. Most humans didn’t have the ability to change forms, and they’d gladly kill her for having such an evil talent. She well understood the danger. After all, the governor harped about the risk of leaving his castle every day.

  Everyone hated shape-shifters.

  Jack lifted her sheer robe from the lounge. “By the female articles in the room, I’m assuming I’m not staying in here alone.”

  Kitty grinned and shut the door. “Well, I’m hoping you won’t mind sharing. With so many guests in the castle, some of us are forced to double up.”

  Jack dropped the robe onto the cushion and strolled forward with the prowling stealth of a stalker. Pictures flashed through her head of his predator skills in the woods—on a hunt for her.

  He captured her waist with strong arms. “Do I receive any benefits for my sacrifice?”

  With him not being much taller than she was, Kitty easily slid her hands under his jacket and over the curve of his shoulders. His coat slipped down his arms. “Like?”

  He released her briefly to rid himself of the extra layer then tugged her close again. “Like a taste of,” he leaned forward and kissed the side of her neck, “the luscious cream coating the lips of,” his tongue circled her ear, and he groaned, “your hot pussy.”

  In short, little pants, Kitty struggled to answer. “I’d be more than happy to offer you...whatever you want for your willingness to share.”

  He gripped her ass and jerked her against the hard length of his cock.

  “Anything I want?”

  She smiled. His fresh woodsy scent fed her desire to fuck. Why did men think they were the only ones who wanted sex?

  “If it’s within my means to give it to you.” She rubbed her aching breasts against his chest unable to deny his urgency for sex any more than she could dispute her own.

  “Good, because I’ll demand a great deal.”

  The blue-black glint in Jack’s eyes alerted Kitty to the potential danger of her commitment moments before his mouth claimed hers. The quick action of his tongue dove past her lips and plunged deep. One stroke, two, the steady fury of his mouth eating at hers offered no chance of resistance. Instead, it fed a carnivorous craving that rushed through her blood. Her nerve endings ignited, and a fire lit her womb to mate.

  When his lips finally left hers, she gasped for air and slipped her hands around his neck. “Jack—we can—”

  “I have to taste you now.” He tore the red dress from her shoulders.

  “But, I can...”

  Cool air brushed her breasts, and Kitty glanced at her exposed flesh. Her nipples already aroused, the tips peaked into tight little kernels of need.

  She grabbed for Jack, but he dropped to his knees. He shoved her dress lower and wrenched the material off her hips. The delicate fabric screeched at the abuse and ripped at the seam. Undeterred, he threw her dress and undergarments out of his way.

  At any other time, she would’ve been appalled at a man behaving in such away. But with Jack, she experienced the same wild compulsion to strip him of his clothes. He excited her carnivorous blood. Need ripped through her body like the beginning of the transformation process.

  It’s been too long.

  The governor had demanded she change between her cat and human form for the last several days. Now, she hungered for relief. Her hands fell to the collar of his shirt just as his lips covered her nipple.

  “Oh, sweet mother of nature,” Kitty whispered and gripped his shoulders.

  Kneading and squeezing one breast, he sucked repeatedly on the other. Never letting up, he alternated between the two until her breathing turned ragged and her knees grew weak.

  “Please, I...” Kitty couldn’t take much more without collapsing.

  With both nipples tight and aching, she bit her lip to keep from screaming when his mouth trailed down the center of her body. He ran tiny kisses along her ribs and then lifted his gaze to hers. “If you want, you can lean against the door.”

  Kitty shuffled back a few steps. Her hips hit the cool panel, and she slumped against the sturdy support.

  “You’re gorgeous.” The wonder in Jack’s voice confused Kitty. Did he really think she expected pretty words?

  Most men only wanted to satisfy their own lust, with her pleasure secondary to theirs. She stared at him for a moment. Still fully dressed, he knelt several feet away. “Shouldn’t you undress?”

  He shook his head, and his black hair played against the dark whiskers emerging from his cheeks. “No, once free of my clothes, I’ll want nothing more than to bury my cock deep inside you.” His husky tone revealed his dwindling patience.

  After crawling forward, he eased her legs apart. His hands slid over her hips, and he dipped his tongue briefly into her navel. “But first, I plan to lap at your pussy and...” He drew in a deep breath, and his head sank lower. “Taste your fragrant cream.”

  “But wouldn’t you prefer if I—” Kitty jumped when his hands touched her inner thighs.

  He brushed his thumb over her labia, caressing the outer folds and parting the sensitive skin. The breeze of his hot breath teased the short hairs covering her mound. She sank her fingers into the silky strands of his hair and grabbed his head, wanting to position it right where she needed it. Instead, she waited. Her job was to give him what he wanted. It didn’t matter that what he wanted might give her pleasure first.

  He must have read her mind because his hot tongue traveled along the length of her slit. She moaned at his exquisite touch.

  Not pausing, he licked her clit and electrified the desire sizzling through her veins. She tightened her grip on his hair, and locked her knees to keep from sliding to the floor in a puddle of need.

  A single finger joined the fun and plunged deep into her vagina with a demanding force. Her vision blurred. She closed her eyes to capture the overwhelming rapture radiating from her core through her entire quivering body.

  Licking and sucking her clit, he drove her to dizzying heights with the constant thrust of his finger.

  “More please,” she begged so close to exploding her toes tingled.

  “Come on, Kitty. Come for me.” A second finger joined the first, and his pace increased.

  “Oh my, that feels so incredible.” She rocked her hips forward. Unable to hold out a moment longer, she welcomed the waves of pleas
ure crashing through her senses. Tears slipped from her eyes, and energy surged through her in the most powerful orgasm of her life.

  Her knees buckled, and she slid along the door. In a move she hadn’t expected, Jack caught her around the waist and rolled her onto the floor beneath him.

  Gasping for breath, she tried to gather her thoughts as to what had just happened.

  A gentle stroke over her stomach drew her from her musing. She opened her eyes and stared into twin flames of sapphire. Jack’s gaze reflected the savage hunger in his soul.

  “I...uh...” she stuttered. “Don’t know what to say. That was incredible.”

  He grinned, and his finger circled the taut tip of her breast. “And I’m not done yet.”

  She blinked. That’s right. He hasn’t had his release yet.

  With him lying over her side, she lifted her free hand and traced the pads of her fingers over the silky cloth covering his bicep. “Don’t you think you should undress first?”

  He nuzzled closer, and the hard line of his cock nudged her thigh through the fabric of his pants. “Probably, but at the moment, I don’t have a free hand to achieve the task.”

  She grinned and shoved on his shoulder to gain a little more room between them. “I could help.”

  He edged back a little farther, and she used the advantage to roll out from under him. They’d be much more comfortable on the soft mattress of her bed.

  Rising onto her hands and knees, she paused when a heavy hand landed on her back. Jack pinned her by running nibbling kisses along the line of her back. His hands caressed her ass. He squeezed the plush flesh and whispered, “Oh, Kitty, you’re in the perfect position.” One knee wedged between hers, and she spread her legs wider. “I love the idea of taking you from behind, plunging into your pussy like a stallion on a mare.”

  Her earlier image of him as a panther and the similarity of the sexual position while in another form popped in her head. What would it feel like to make love in a different form? Was it even possible?

  Chapter Two

  After ripping his shirt over his head, Jack stroked Kitty’s smooth ass and lifted her hips higher.

  The alluring vision of her cunt at just the right level energized his cock, and it strained against the confines of his pants. Once he set the fucker free, he wouldn’t be able to wait another instant before plunging deep into her pussy.

  If she really was the woman he was searching for, sex with her could put all his plans in danger. She’d be able to read his thoughts.

  Dare I risk it?

  Unable to deny himself the pleasures of this woman, he guided a finger along the crack in her ass then captured the moisture seeping from her cunt. He lifted his hand and tasted the sweet cream from her earlier journey into heaven. This time, instead of her muscles convulsing against his mouth, his cock would enjoy the rhythmic pleasure.

  “Now we can have some real fun.” He rejected the traitorous idea of not fucking Kitty. If he contained his thoughts, she wouldn’t learn of his deception.

  Who knows? She might not even be a shape-shifter?

  “Are you sure, Jack?” The slight tremble in her voice revealed her unease.

  Excitement raced through his blood, and he toyed with the notion of her being exactly who he wanted. Then he imagined them in their cat forms. He’d love to spear her with his spiked rod and would relish the sound of her scream when she came. “Yes, the moment I’m able to free my cock, I’ll show you just how good it can be.”

  With one hand he unbuttoned his pants while he kept the other busy toying with the wet lips of her pussy. He’d not enjoyed sex with a shape-shifter in a long time, at least not with one who shared his animal lust. The added pleasure of bonding with her emotions and thoughts would send his orgasm to an elevated level.

  But can I hide mine from her?

  She rotated her hips and glanced over her shoulder. “I could help.”

  “Oh, no.” His pants slid lower, and his cock broke free. Unable to wait, he wrapped his hand around the stiff length and placed it against the lips of her sex. Like slippery velvet, her alluring cunt welcomed him inside. He rocked his hips forward and drove his rigid cock deep.

  He ran a finger between her butt cheeks. A puckered kiss stroked the pad of his finger. He applied a little more pressure to the sensitive ring of muscles, and a low purr escaped from her lips. He repeated the maneuver until her frantic whimpering heightened his lust.

  “Oh, my...please.”

  Slowly, he tugged his rod back through her tight channel and plunged so deep his balls rocked between her legs. A connection yanked at his mind, but he didn’t pause for it to develop.

  “Yes, deeper,” she moaned, and her intimate muscles tightened around his cock.

  Beyond words, he answered her demand by increasing his pace and thrusting harder and harder into her drooling heat. The bond he’d anticipated grew between them. Powerful emotions flowed through him like the call to hunt for food. This woman offered nourishment, feeding his primitive passion for sex.

  An explosive ache built in his groin and enforced its power over his body by shooting excess blood to his cock and filling his brain with only one desire—to take complete possession of her soul.

  Animal instinct dictated her response. Panting, wriggling, she followed his untamed rhythm until they moved as one. Linked, he swam deeper into her mind and shared the incredible sensation running through his loins.

  “I’m so close,” she wailed and dropped to her elbows.

  The convulsing muscles of her pussy milked him in a pulsating rhythm, and his senses exploded. A loud shout rang from his throat, and he plunged deeper to spew semen into the heart of her womb. The swirling vortex of their joint thoughts recorded the howl of completion, but who voiced it didn’t register. Bodies connected in a blissful world that held no boundaries of the individual, they merged into one.

  Jack rebelled at her learning too much. She didn’t need to know his true motivation for finding her or the unscrupulous events in his past. But her untouched mind lay open, and he recognized a way to bring her on board with his plan.

  Freedom from the governor’s servitude.

  The moment the words registered in his head. She fell forward and severed the link between them.

  Jack blinked. A dizzying sense of abandonment washed through him. He rocked backwards, and his ass landed on his heels. His gaze caressed her sprawled form. Did she have secrets too? Or did she not want to share herself beyond the physical?

  Confused, he glanced down at the swollen lips of her sex. Weeping from the absence of his cock, her pussy, and probably her mind, too, begged for his attention. Yet, she’d broken the connection between them without uttering a word.

  Why?

  He examined her creamy white thighs, the firm swell of her ass, and the long curve of her back. It’d be easy to fall for the lady, but then he recalled the job he’d been hired to do.

  Still, he couldn’t keep his hands off her and gathered the light moisture on her back then eased his hands over her ass. He squeezed. “Are you going to live?”

  She wiggled her hips and bobbed her head up and down, but she didn’t look back or roll over. Was she suffering the same ill effect of severing their link too quickly? Or had she read his desire to use her to gain entrance back into his homeland?

  He leaned forward and straddled her. His weight resting on his hands, he suspended above her lush form. “Have you ever had sex with a shape-shifter before?”

  She turned her head and brushed her wheat-brown hair from her eyes. “What are you talking about?”

  “The link.” He studied her face and read the confusion in the slight wrinkles marking her brow. “When two shape-shifters have sex, they not only connect physically but their emotions and thoughts align, too.”

  She rolled onto her side, and her legs tangled with his. He fell back on his knees and allowed her to scramble away. Had she never had sex with one of her own kind before?

 
She rose to stand over him. “Can you really change forms?”

  “Yes.” He rocked to his heels and stared at her gorgeous body for a moment before climbing to his feet. “And so can you.”

  She laid her hands on her hips. “How do you know?”

  He grinned and clasped her wrists. “Because I felt the link. It broke when you fell forward and cut the connection between us.”

  She lifted a cocky brow and wrenched her hands from his grip to place them on his chest. “Are sure you just didn’t miss having your cock buried inside me?”

  Why deny the truth? Did she think telling him she was a shape-shifter would change his desire for her?

  “I’ll admit losing my place inside your pussy has my cock a little sad, but...” He ran a hand through the curls between her legs, and his finger poked at her slick opening. “I’m planning to resume my place in heaven real soon.”

  She shook her head and pushed on his chest. “I’m afraid we don’t have time. The governor has arranged dinner to be served in less than an hour. We need to dress and go back downstairs.”

  He studied her face and read her need to follow the dictate of the governor. Would he punish her if she didn’t show up for dinner?

  Unwilling to start off on the wrong foot with his host, Jack untangled his fingers and turned to retrieve his clothes from the floor.

  The issue of their common heritage could wait. Even if she wouldn’t admit her ability to transform, in a few hours, she’d be unable to deny her desire. Not after, she experienced a night full of pleasures in his arms.

  “So how many people has the governor invited to this party?”

  Chapter Three

  Walking back into the parlor after dinner, Jack claimed a seat by the stone fireplace and scanned the room. Their menu had included plenty of lust weed for the ladies so there’d be no unplanned pregnancies. But the green vegetable also wielded the added side effect that heightened a man’s sex drive.