All Thorns Eve

by Diana Rose Wilson

  Slipping her hands under the soft cloth she tried to fully encircle the base of his cock. He was so huge in her grip that she couldn’t close her fingers completely around him. Stroking up to the head, she deepened the kiss, darting her tongue between his lips. He nearly came off the seat as he bucked into her hands. Under her, he trembled violently. His snarling hiss of need and tongue filled her mouth, buzzing through her with an electric pulse.

  It only took two strokes before he broke the kiss to beg her. “Please. Oh, gods. Please. I…I….” He sounded so stricken and desperate with his desire as he climbed swiftly towards his release.

  “I’ve got you. I’m going to make you feel so good. Let go. I won’t let you fall. I promise,” she whispered against his ear.

  His powerful body arched, muscles tensed and corded. His emotions seemed to fracture him into little ribbons until he roared out in pleasure. Shuddering, he thrust and bucked under her. Hot cum gushed up along her thigh and stomach. A fountain of heat coated her skin as she continued stroking his cock in long, steady caresses. Finally, she cupped his balls, squeezing warmly until the last of his cum soaked her dress and her skin.

  “Oh, gods! Oh, fucking gods,” he gasped. He held her so tight, she was certain she’d have bruises where his hands gripped her.

  “Mmmm. You are so fucking hot.” She smiled against his neck as she cuddled in against him, keeping her hand wrapped around his cock warmly. “And I didn’t kill you.”

  He whimpered and bowed his head to bite against her shoulder.

  “Oh, my God! Birdie! You two….I don’t know if it should be legal.” A very satisfied Fox drawled. Her words sounded a little slurred, intoxicated with her pleasure.

  “She is good for you, Jackal.” The sinister growl of Fern agreed with Fox, sounding just as satisfied.

  Jackal growled possessively, and she felt feathers sweep around her, as though he were trying to shield her from view. If the others could see it, they didn’t say so. She smiled wrapped fingers around the strong feathers to pull the wing over her. He tensed and then sighed happily as he curled around her more tightly.

  “Did you really think that you would die?” she asked against his chest, licking the sweet paint away.

  “Well,” he whispered. His cock throbbed in her palm and he whimpered. “I thought it was only once…I….”

  “Oh, there won’t be only once with you. I’ve only started with you.”

  “I didn’t think you would want to. Just….um…”

  She lifted her head and frowned at him, “You are crazy. You know that, right? If not, I am just going to tell you. You are crazy. No one in their right mind would want just once of this.” She squeezed his cock and he thrust into her fist. “I’m going to ride you like a rented mule. You won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”

  “You tell him, Birdie! Where did you guys come from anyway?” Otter asked and squeaked as the sound of a slap echoed around their little group. “Fuck! You better hope you are going to follow through with that mister.”

  “Raised in the wilds—”

  “By mountain lions—.”

  “And wolves—”

  “Completely undomesticated—”

  Nina laughed and kissed along Jackal’s neck. A part of her longed to straddle him and slide onto his thick cock right there in front of everyone. The rational part of her knew she needed that to be private between them. She kept his cock wrapped in her hand, feeling it swelling slowly back to life. He needed to realize and believe his cock wasn’t a single use organ before they did anything else.

  “You grew up with some messed up ideas about sexuality,” Otter was saying in a sleepy voice.

  “For the record, sex really hasn’t been a subject of conversation before,” rasped one of the men, Saturn maybe. “I, for one, am thankful that the fears were unfounded.”

  “Now we’ve let the genie out of the bottle, you guys are going to be fucking dangerous,” Bear said. There was a small edge to her voice.

  “I don’t think you will be disappointed…wait, you don’t possibly imagine I will touch anyone but you.” Copperhead’s whispery voice was very quiet. He chuckled and then growled, “Aw, come here, my scare-bear.” There was such tenderness in his summons that Nina’s cheeks warmed, and she pressed tighter to Jackal.

  Jackal’s hands stroked down her back and smoothed her silks over her body carefully. There in the warmth of the garden with the sound of pleasure and laughter around them, Nina couldn’t recall ever being more content. She didn’t mean to sleep but she was lulled by the soft caresses down her back and the liquid pleasure of her release.

  Chapter 6

  She woke when Jackal shifted under her. With the blindfold on she couldn’t tell if it was getting dark but there was a chill to the air. The wind coming across the gardens had the cooler edge to it. The sounds of the garden had grown quiet too.

  “Hey, beautiful. I’m sorry to wake you.” Jackal kissed her temple and she snuggled into him.

  “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

  “It’s all right. I don’t mind the drool. You’re even sexy when you’re snoring.”

  When she groaned, he cupped her cheek and coaxed her back to the warmth of his chest. “Time to take off the blindfold?” she asked and then laughed when his stomach growled. “And something to eat? Lunch?”

  “Closer to dinner, Songbird.” He pulled at the sash around her eyes and drew it away from her. “Our friends retired to clean up. Or so they said. Bets on if we will see them?”

  She sat up and blinked down at him, focusing her eyes. He lay very still under her, waiting for her verdict. His naked chest was stained with paint in purple and blue smears, his neck and face chocolate and vanilla dappled with whorls of orange and pink over his cheeks. He smiled warily up at her as her gaze moved from his half-masked face down his body to the front of his loin cloth tented up lewdly. God, he was glorious. He should be called Adonis, not Jackal or Anubis.

  There were a trio of scars running from his abs to his throat and the strange necklace of scars around his neck, licked clean of the flavored paints where she’d nuzzled earlier. He braced when her eyes returned to his face as though he expected her to jump up. He was already loosening his arms around her.

  “You are so handsome,” she said when she found her voice. Handsome was an understatement really. He was stunning, and she wanted to strip his mask away from him. “I think our friends are going to have to wait. I want to get you alone.”

  He blushed, and his full lips twitched as he started to protest but she leaned down and kissed him. It silenced him and turned his words into soft moans. Wrapping her in his arms, he pulled her down against his chest. They had been out there all day, and the sun was almost down. She’d wasted time she could have spent getting to know him. It was strange to feel the pull of time slipping away from her. They only had a few hours left together.

  Carefully she untangled from him and reached for his hands, pulling him up. “Come with me.” There were a few couples still cuddled on lounge chairs and couches but for the most part all the painting had been cleaned while she slept peacefully in the big man’s arms. “You should have wakened me.”

  “You needed the sleep. We have all night.” He followed after her, bowing his head low as a huge smile curled his lips.

  On impulse she wrapped the sash around his masked eyes and blindfolded him. There was no resistance from him, just a bow of his head as she adjusted the cloth around the lenses of his mask. He followed her lead through the gardens and inside, hand in hand, their fingers twined together. They were both covered in vivid paints and she hoped she wore the same goofy smile as he did.

  From the gardens they passed the punishment hall. It was situated along a very public walkway where people on the floor below could see the display. There were several wooden pillars and two guests were attached to the first of the three posts.

  The first was a woman in a faery mask and the other a man who wore
an impala mask. Both were naked with signs around their neck noting their crime and intended punishment. The woman in this case was not being punished. From the message on the note, she had been a very good girl and as a reward the little brat was to be spanked by any willing passerby. The man meanwhile had made a mistake during his cunnilingus. His mistress offered his services to any woman who desired the pleasure of his tongue with an oral orgasm. Everyone who found him satisfactory was to go to his mistress, Butterfly, and report in.

  Nina regarded the last post and then glanced up at her big lover behind his blindfold. He tipped his head at her as they slowed. Again, she was struck by just how fucking handsome he was. It baffled her that he thought she wouldn’t be interested in him.

  Obviously, she had dozens of questions about the wings. The bronze feathers gleamed in the light of the candles that lit this part of the hall. Food first and then she would ask him all about the wings. She walked him to the post and grabbed the velvet rope there. “Okay, sexy.” She put a hand to the center of his chest and he grunted at the unexpected touch. “I’m going to leave you here for a moment. Okay?”

  “Leave me? Why?” He tipped his head as though he was listening and then cocked his head at her. “Let me come with you.”

  “I can’t have you distracting me while I get food,” she teased. He didn’t resist her as she tied his wrists behind him at the post.

  He snorted quietly though. “That is part of my job I think. Distract you. Keep you on your toes.” He tried to nuzzle at her, but she pushed his forehead back and away from her and laughed.

  “Just for a second. I’ll be right back, and we can find a place to eat in private.”

  “Don’t they have room service? I’m sure I can get the chef to…”

  “Oh, you are going to sweet talk the cook?”

  He growled low in his throat and inclined his head. “I have a way with people.”

  “Uh-huh.” She ran her fingers down the scratches on his chest and caressed over the token that dangled from his key. The stain of the various paints only made it more intimate somehow. She turned it until the Lynx showed and let out a breath. “You can just settle down here. No one will molest you. Except me.” She let her hand pet down his stomach and over his cock under the loin cloth. Even the fabric was vividly painted from their play and it made her smile.

  “Ughn! Hard to settle down when you touch me like that.” He smiled at her behind his blindfold and leaned back into the post. His wings fanned open wide, a flare of light and darker bronze bars and spots spangled over the fan.

  “And here you were afraid it was a one-time use?” She felt her heart squeeze as his face warmed with a blush. Standing on tip-toes she kissed him softly.

  “I was,” he admitted, sounding ashamed. “Thank you for your mercy, lady.” He sounded so sweet it was humbling. They kissed a moment longer, lingering and intimate rather than the hungry consuming exchange in the garden.

  “I will show you even more mercy after dinner. Stay here and behave yourself,” she teased and stepped back. Again, she admired him behind his multi-colored blindfold. His wide, dreamy smile curled his full lips as he posed for her. Though he had no sign, the token was showing. No one would harass him. That was the rule!

  Feeling confident she slipped off and hurried for the dining room to get a plate for them. She regretted not dragging him with her. Her friends and their partners were there and waved her over. “What did you do with our boy?” Ox asked, peering around. “You didn’t break him did you, Songbird?”

  “You guys were not nice telling him those stories,” she said as a scold and waved to her friends. “I’m just fetching food. I left him in the hall of punishment.” Her grin melted when her friends frowned back at her.

  “You did what?”

  “Are you out of your mind?”

  “Someone is going to snatch him up, Birdie!”

  “Why didn’t you bring him with you so we could dine together?”

  She sighed but their concern made her heart tighten in her chest. “I have my token on him. I just…” She moistened her lips. “Yeah, I wasn’t thinking.”

  “Well, you better go get him. Bring him back.” Fox patted the seat next to her eyes twinkling behind her mask as she made a show of climbing into Fern’s lap.

  Fern smirked and sighed heavily. “My gods, woman. You’re going to break me!” But he tugged her fully into his lap with a toothy smile. “Go and get our pup. We would hate for him to end up in the clutches of one of those harpies. You never know what they might do to him.”

  But even though he was smiling, the suggestion that someone might do something to Jackal in the hall twisted her heart. “But there are rules…” she said but even to her ears the words were empty. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”

  She didn’t quite run back up the steps, but she did receive several startled looks from people as she strode quickly up the stairs back to the hall.

  Something was wrong the moment she came to the top of the stairs. There was someone there but from the angle, she thought it was a patron tormenting the Impala. The brilliant white costume was that of Swan and no, of course she wasn’t playing with the oral slave, she was on her knees in front of her Jackal.

  Her Jackal!

  The sounds of her suckling made a sick, desperate slurping echo down the hall.

  “Wait…I don’t think….” His voice sounded strangled with anger and Nina witnessed the way he obviously was not enjoying what was happening to him.

  So much for rules.

  “What the fuck?” Nina demanded, startling herself with the fierce tone.

  Swan jerked and lifted her head from what she’d been doing and to Nina’s horror, saw that Jackal’s cock slapped limp and flaccid against his thigh with a heavy smack. Swan’s lips twisted into a smirk as she turned her face to Nina. “Oh, is this one yours?”

  “Are you fucking blind? You stupid cunt.”

  “Oh, he was just standing here in the punishment hall. He looked ready to go.”

  “He is wearing my token…”

  “And yet did not say no.”

  “Songbird…I didn’t…”

  Swan smirked. “I don’t think he likes oral. You actually want this limp…”

  “I’m going to punch your face. Get away from him!” Nina stormed towards them, hands closing into fists. All she could think of were ways to hurt this horrible woman. “You know the rules! How dare you?”

  Swan laughed but she stumbled to her feet, wiping the back of her hand across her mouth. “You can have him. I just wanted to see what was so great about him. You think you’re so special? I don’t care what Lark says. You are not the best fucking lay. You are pathetic. This guy needs to know that before he ruins himself with you and you throw him out like all the rest.”

  Nina saw red. She moved towards Swan; she wanted to hit her and shut her up. That woman had put her dirty mouth and hands all over her lover.

  “Besides,” Swan said, “you never cared about sharing before. When did you get so clingy? It’s not like you own him or anyone else here. This is a sex party and you used to know it.”

  This was different. This man was different. Nina gritted her teeth.

  “Songbird!” Jackal growled out her name, breaking her fury as his voice cracked out in the dark hall. “Come here. Untie me.” His voice trembled with his own anger.

  She hesitated, feeling disgusted and nauseated. It was her fault for leaving him there. She’d allowed him to get sucked off by that woman.

  “Oh, maybe he wants to go off with a real woman.” Swan purred.

  Nina almost lost her resolve but managed to restrain herself from striking the woman. Swan was right. The rules. More rules bent and broken. Nina had no control over this man. Nina had no claim other than a token and his choice. If he didn’t say ‘no’ or ‘stop,’ maybe he just wanted to get his rocks off. And he deserved it after thinking he wouldn’t ever get more than one orgasm in his life. She raged ins
ide at the necessity of crying to House Mistress that Swan had wronged her. Could she even bring this to House Mistress without the appearance of being the jilted lover? Would Swan twist the story around on her? Nina had tried to grope House Mistress’s Consort, and she’d also managed to get the pianist removed the same night. This wasn’t the reputation she wanted.

  She quickly unbound his hands, wincing at the marks around his wrists that he’d obviously made trying to tear himself free.

  He reached for Nina’s hand with one of his and with the other pulled the blindfold from his eyes. “You are a horrible woman,” he growled at Swan, jabbing a finger at her.

  “Oh, I didn’t hear you saying no.” Swan laughed but she was walking backwards, away from them. “Sorry you couldn’t keep it up, Limp Dick.”

  Jackal had to restrain Nina from lunging at Swan. She was surprised when he pulled her against him, turning her to face him. She struggled against his hold but then stopped when he cupped her face and bowed close to kiss her very softly. “Songbird.”

  She blinked up through her tears, startled by the sweetness of the word and his kiss. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to leave you like that. I trusted the rules. I….didn’t think…”

  “Man, that was some cruel, twisted shit.” The woman on the post said, turning to glare after Swan. “He’s only a limp dick because your nasty mouth made him soft.”

  “Yeah, you have some balls on you lady. I am pretty sure he wasn’t saying ‘oh, baby, more’….he thought you were his lady there. You better start packing because…fuck you. That’s some non-consent bullshit right there.”

  “What do you slaves know?” Swan demanded.

  “Oh, honey…this slave knows a lot,” the woman in the faery mask said and smirked lazily. “You better run along and pack. My Sir will be here about…”

  “Yes, Brat, Sir is already here.” The man slipped from the shadows, adjusting his dragon mask. “Baby, you okay?” He glanced at the Brat who nodded and shrugged up her shoulders. He patted her ass and kissed the top of her head. “I’ll be right back after I take out this trash.”