Mythe & Magick

by Shiloh Walker

  And then, something else probing. Something rounded, cool, cock-shaped. “Let’s add something else to the mix,” he teased as he started to shallowly thrust a dildo into her wet cleft. “It drove me crazy, knowing what you were thinking, feeling you plastered against me while driving you home. All I wanted to do was pull over and strip you naked and bend you over. Like you are now.”

  She was bent over the bike, face towards the rear wheel, ass up, whimpering, squirming, biting her lip as he pushed the slender dildo deeper inside. “And that’s how we’re gonna end up, baby,” he teased as she sobbed out his name. “We’ve got a few more fantasies of yours left to fill and isn’t that one of them?”

  “Angelo,” she whimpered against the leather, the cool night air caressing her heated skin, body aching, tight. Hungry.

  The slim toy left her cleft, trailed upward, and she jumped as it started to probe the tight pucker of her ass. Her breath caught in her throat and she pushed down without him telling her to as he started to press it against her. It slid inside easier than the thicker plug had, and she sighed a shivery little sigh at the exquisite sensation that slid through her as he started to work it in and out.

  Moments later, she felt him straddle the seat behind her and she squirmed forward just a little, resting her body on the bike. She jerked in surprise though when she felt him catch her hands, cuffing them at the small of her back.

  “You wanted to be a prisoner,” he teased, sliding the key into his pocket, staring down at her in the pale silvery glow of moonlight. Through the spiky fall of her bangs, he could see her wide eyes, and the hesitant, excited gleam there. Fuck, Lee, why in the hell couldn’t you play a little? he wondered. And then, Shit, damn good thing you didn’t. He shallowly thrust the slender wand-like dildo in and out of her snug little anus a few times with one hand as he unfastened his jeans. “Hope no cops decide to check on the cabin. They do every once in a while. To make sure no kids came by to party. Of course, they see you, they might want to party.”

  The hot, little flash of excitement he felt from her had him grinning. “Naughty, Jordan. You got a thing for group fucks?”

  “No,” she replied smartly, pushing her hips back against him. “But I’ve had dreams about threesomes.” Then she ruined her sassy comeback by whimpering, “Angelo, please…”

  He pushed the thick head of his cock into the sheath of her vagina, shuddering at the sensation of her tight, creamy sex closing around him. As he pushed deeper inside, he released his hold on the wand in her ass, letting his lower belly push it back inside her. Stroking his hands up her arms and down around to cup her breasts, he murmured, “Not a threesome, maybe, but how does that feel?” he whispered.

  Her answer was a long, ragged moan as he pulled out, the wand retreating with him, then he drove back inside in long powerful thrusts that stole her breath. “Not sure how I’d feel about sharing you, even for a night,” he muttered, shifting his grip to her hips, settling into a hard-driving rhythm, bracing his heels into the earth. His sac was already drawn tight against him, and he swore, fighting off the need to come. “Of course, maybe once, with Lee, to let him know what a fool he was—no, he ain’t ever touching you again.” He drove harder into her.

  “Don’t…want him,” she gasped, her hands closing into fists inside the cuffs, the muscles in her arms flexing, hot little flames licking at her belly as the climax built inside. She could feel him driving deep inside her wet cleft, could feel the slender wand slicing through the tender tissues of her ass, both exquisite sensations, and all the while, beneath her, the bike rumbled and vibrated. Every down stroke pushed her against the seat, exposing her clit to the powerful vibrations, bringing a sob to her lips.

  She felt him reaching beneath her, opening the lips of her sex, exposing her clit even more to the vibrations of the bike. She screamed as he pushed her down, filling her with hard, short driving thrusts of his cock, and sending the wand deeper and harder into her tender ass. Exploding with a vicious, agonizing scream, her nails digging into her skin, she pushed her hips back and up against him, taking him as deep and hard as she could.

  He filled her with hot, heavy, wet bursts of semen, each jerk of his cock making her quiver as she milked him dry.

  “Mmmm,” he hummed into her hair as he bent over her, stroking his hands down her naked hips. He was still fully clothed, jeans on, shirt on, but unbuttoned. He nuzzled her neck and whispered into her ear, “I never thought I’d enjoy having a prisoner.”

  She giggled. “Hopefully, I’m the only one you plan on having. I’m kinda enjoying this. I’d like this to be a full-time occupation,” she said and then she yawned. “You’re exhausting me.”

  He laughed. “Either that or boring you,” he said, shaking his head. He straightened and caressed her naked back before fishing the key out of his pocket.

  He was uncuffing her as she said softly, “No. Not that. This is the furthest from bored I’ve ever been in my life.” Once her hands were free, she shifted and squirmed until she could cuddle up against him. Curling one hand into the loose material of his shirt, she nuzzled her cheek against his chest, listening to his pounding heart. “I didn’t think I could feel like this.”

  Stroking her naked back, he rested his cheek on hers. “Lee’s an idiot.”

  “Wasn’t him. It was me, for thinking he was right for me,” she said. She was too embarrassed to say it out loud, or to even hope that maybe he felt that he was as right for her as she thought him to be, but she didn’t have to say a damn thing. He could hear, and feel, every damn thought flowing through her mind and body, as close as they were.

  “Damn it, Jordan,” he groaned, threading his fingers through her short spiky cap of hair, molding his hands to her skull and holding her head still as he kissed her, pushing his tongue deep inside her mouth. Always you, he whispered inside her mind.

  I knew it the first time I saw you. I love you.

  There was nothing like having a lover who could feel and sense your every thought and desire. Nothing.

  Jordan whimpered as he positioned her on her hands and knees. The lubricant was warmed by his hands as he started to rub it on her anus, then push his fingers inside her. She sobbed and her body tensed uncontrollably as one thick finger entered her.

  The pain of it was sweet, hot and burning as he thrust in and out. She cried out as he pressed the bullet against her clit, making her hips buck madly. She started to rock against it, riding his fingers as he pushed a second one in. Oh, hell, she thought mindlessly her hips rocking faster and faster—

  Then he stopped.

  She wailed in frustration and pushed back, only to feel the thick, blunt head of his cock probing her rosette. “Hush,” Angelo whispered as she whimpered in fear. He stroked one hand down her back, gripped the smooth curve of one cheek and pulled her open, stretching her, easing the way as he started to push inside. “Push down for me, Jordan.”

  She cried out as he pushed deep inside her, past the tight ring of muscle. One arm reached around her waist, pulling her back against him snugly while he used his other hand to reach between her thighs and spread the lips of her sex open, pushing back the hood of flesh and stroking her clit with firm rapid strokes until she stopped focusing on the pain so much, and started to rock against his hand.

  Each tiny movement of her hips took his cock deep inside the satin-slicked entrance of her ass in tiny little increments that had Angelo sweating and swearing under his breath as he focused on her. He no longer felt the pain and nerves flowing from her so he started to push his aching cock up into her, groaning raggedly when she mewled and pushed back hungrily, only to lift herself off, following the movement of his fingers on her clit.

  He pushed her back onto her hands and knees and gripped her hips, staring down at the sight of his cock sliding home inside her ass. The tender, pink flesh stretched tight around him as he pulled out and pushed back in, his hands clenching her hips tightly. She fell forward onto her chest and Angelo swore as he pi
cked up on her movements, sensed that she was stroking her clit, then sliding her fingers in and out of her cream-soaked vagina while she panted and sobbed out his name.

  “You’re tighter, hotter, sweeter than anything I’ve ever felt in my life,” he rasped as he pulled out and drove back into her, slamming home and shuddering as she tightened around him and gasped. He could feel what it did to her, the sweet, hot licks of pleasure-pain that licked through her each time he thrust into her. It was mind numbing, feeling both his pleasure, and hers. His eyes slitted and his sac drew tight against him as he fought the urge to pound himself into her and come, ending this first encounter.

  “Angelo,” she wailed as he settled into a hard, steady rhythm, gritting his teeth, his head falling back, eyes closed.

  I think I love you…

  He went mad.

  She didn’t say it out loud.

  But then, she didn’t have to.

  Shoving her hips low, he pounded his thick cock inside her, bending low over her body, setting his teeth into her shoulder and growling manically as she reached back and grabbed a fistful of his hair. The powerful muscles in his hips, back and legs propelled him as he jackhammered into her, feeling her ass start to clench and convulse around him.

  Pulling his mouth from her shoulder, he growled against her ear, “Come, Jordan. Scream my name, and come for me.”

  She was already sobbing out his name, and the muscles inside her virgin ass were clenching down with climax as he pushed his way back inside and started to come, his cock jerking viciously as he pumped his semen inside her. She vised down and started to climax, screaming as he worked a hand underneath her, then pumped two thick fingers in and out of her creamy swollen sex.

  He pushed his cock in to the hilt, and held firm, groaning as the spasms ripping through her milked him dry. Burying his face against her neck, he groaned and wrapped one arm around her, holding her tightly. She worked her arms around his, so that she cuddled his arm to her chest while she sobbed out his name, then sighed it as he rolled them onto their sides.

  Chapter Six

  When they both opened their eyes, they realized they had an audience of one.

  Lee stood in the door staring at them, his eyes flashing with fury.

  And Jordan giggled.

  “Isn’t this poetic justice,” she drawled, snuggling back against Angelo.

  Angelo pushed up onto his elbow and snagged a sheet from the tangle at the foot of the bed, flipping it over Jordan before he gently eased out of her, soothing her with a kiss on her nape as she flinched. “If you’ve a need to talk to us, Lee, you can wait in the other room while we take a shower,” Angelo offered, still reclining on the bed.

  “Was this to get back at me, Jordan?” Lee asked coolly.

  “What? This? No. I’m not a slut, who will go sleeping with a man for any old reason. I slept with Angelo because I wanted him,” she said, smiling sleepily up at the man in question, not even feeling a flare of anger towards her ex-fiancé. “And he wants me, more than you ever did. All you ever wanted me for was my money, wasn’t it, Lee? And, no, before you ask, Angelo hasn’t said anything. I didn’t ask, he didn’t tell. I put two and two together. I’m a smart girl. You like money, you wanted more, and I have it.”

  He didn’t even bother to deny it. “We’re a good match, Jordan. Neither of us are the type to get overly emotional about—”

  She cocked a brow at him. “I don’t know. I was emotional a few minutes ago.” Her heart was still racing from it. “And I intend to get in that state as often as I can.”

  Lee sneered. “I thought you were more refined than that. If it’s a good butt-fuck you want, I can give it to you. I thought you were asking for something you couldn’t handle, but I’m willing to play whatever games you want to try,” he drawled.

  “Watch it,” Angelo said softly, sitting up and pinning Lee with a warning stare. “You’ve been sitting at a desk, playing businessman for a long time, Lee. You’ve gotten soft. And I’m trying to remember you’re my blood, my twin. I’m trying to remember that. But if you aren’t careful, I’ll forget.”

  Lee opened his mouth, and then stomped away, swearing under his breath.

  Jordan was still smiling.

  Angelo stared at her.

  Shrugging, she said, “That’s more emotion than I’ve ever seen from him. But I think it’s over the money. Not me. It’s sad that he can’t care about a person that way.”

  * * * * *

  Twenty minutes later, showered, wearing one of Angelo’s shirts, she met with Lee in the living room, meeting his eyes squarely, with Angelo standing at her back. She lifted her chin and reached up, lacing the fingers of one hand with the fingers that Angelo stroked over her shoulder.

  “Let’s head this off first—I’m not going back with you. I’m not marrying you. You’ve had three days to get your things out of my house. As to what constitutes your things, they are the things you purchased with your money, or our money. I won’t fight over any of that. But if one thing that was there before you came is gone, I will hurt you badly. All of my stuff is listed on my insurance policy, so don’t bother trying to be petty that way,” she warned.

  “Oh, he won’t, will you, brother?” Angelo asked.

  “I’m not planning on leaving here without you, Jordan,” Lee said lazily, staring at her with hooded eyes.

  “You don’t have a choice,” she said shrugging. “I don’t want to be with you.”

  “So you’d give up a good marriage for a couple of fucks with him?” Lee sneered. “Angelo is little more than a vagrant.”

  “Angelo is the man I should have been with all along,” she replied. “He’s a better man than you by far. I bet I’d never walk in on him fucking another woman. And I’m curious—if your so-called psychic gifts are so fucking powerful, so much better than Angelo’s, how come you didn’t know I was there at the house before I caught you?”

  Angelo smiled slowly. “Lee is good at putting people on. He has a built-in compass, he can locate people through things that he’s touched. And he can read your thoughts if he’s touching you. He picks up random thoughts from strangers on a regular basis, but there’s no consistency to it. And he and I can speak mind to mind, but he’s not the swami he’d like you to think,” Angelo drawled. “That’s why he’s the businessman and I’m the locator and investigator. If I’d known what a shabby partner I was taking on…I thought he would at least try normal means of investigating.”

  Lee flushed angrily, shoving up off the chair. “Jordan, this is bullshit. Come on, let’s go home and talk this out,” he insisted.

  “No. I want Angelo. I’m falling in love with him. And he loves me. He always has,” she said, her eyes wide with the wonder of that. “He really, truly loves me. And you never did. Why would I give that up?”

  They barely heard the sound of the door slamming as Jordan turned to face Angelo, lifting her face for a kiss, holding him tight to her.

  Why would I give you up? she thought, knowing he would hear her.

  He held her tightly against him as he turned and pressed her to the wall. Pulling his mouth away, and kissing his way to her ear, he murmured, “You’re still my prisoner, baby. What makes you think you’ve got a choice?”

  She laughed as she fisted her hands in his hair. “Make sure my parole hearing isn’t for a good century, at least,” she suggested. “I’ll be on real bad behavior anyway.”

  “Do you promise?”

  She giggled and boosted herself up, wrapping her legs around him. “Absolutely,” she purred, rubbing against him. “I’ll be as bad as I know how to be. But, you’ll probably have to teach me.”

  MYTHE: SATYR

  Introduction

  I was browsing the web a few months ago, searching for information on Greek mythology. I had this idea for a new work involving elves, angels, and vampires. I saw a lot of wonderful pictures, one in particular of this unbelievably beautiful Satyr. I started seeing a picture of this Satyr
in my mind, so sad, so lost, seeking his own mate.

  Daklin’s story was actually the one I meant to write first, but Arys planted himself so firmly in my head, I simply couldn’t get him out.

  His story is the introduction to the world I have created. The fantastical world of Mythe. It is not a complete story in itself, but it wasn’t meant to be.

  I hope you enjoy it. I hope it intrigues you enough to be as hungry to read more of the world of Mythe as I am to write it. Now, please join me as we enter MYTHE…

  Chapter One

  In a World Called Mythe

  Arys used to love to look through the Gates to the other world. He had since he was but a young thing, all big eyes and two nubby horns on his skull, while his mother teased and chided him for his endless curiosity.

  But he was a satyr, wasn’t he? Satyrs were supposed to be curious. And mischievous, and devious, and according to some, even downright evil…

  But Arys was a satyr who had more or less forgotten how to laugh, and he no longer cared about the other world, the Gates, or the fact that he had been charged with watching this one in his wood.

  A year ago today, his wife had died.

  Lorne had fallen sick to a fever while carrying their first child and the Healers in the Cyruon hadn’t cared enough to save a female satyr who was having trouble with her babe.

  None of the Healers who had been around had believed Arys when he had told them he was a Gatekeeper. The Healer who had heard of his plight and knew him had arrived too late, and Lorne had already died, along with their unborn child. Arys had retreated to his wood and hadn’t left since.