by Lexi Thorne
She had a smile of her own on. It was a different kind of smile, and Chayton interpreted it perfectly.
Moving down towards her, he captured her lips in his. After one year, their lips were fiercely familiar with each other, so it was always a bit of a pleasant surprise every time they kissed and still felt the sparks fly as though it was the first time.
A tingling sensation coursed down her spine as he grabbed her and pulled her closer. She couldn't feel close enough to him. Their bodies were closely melded to each other and yet, it felt and though there was a wide girth between then. They made up for that girth with the intensity of their kiss. Her arms snaked around his head and drew it in closer as their mouths and tongues engaged in a fully erotic dance that was playing games with their individual senses.
His tongue tasted her bottom lip tentatively, and she shivered, allowing her lips to part, allowing him entrance, demanding it even. But he failed to oblige. Rather, he kept up the tease, tasting, but not lingering. Meanwhile, her tongue sought to taste his, without luck.
She could feel frustration well up in the pit of her stomach, but the effect of his tease was more than apparent in the pool of moisture that now lubricated her womanly folds. She pressed her thighs together and went on tip toes, pulling him closer.
Finally, his tongue delved into the inner recesses of her mouth. There was no denying that the wait had been worth it. His tongue tasted and teased still, giving and taking and all the while, making her want more. Making her need more.
All the while, the kiss had distracted her from the nagging concern that was the continued presence of clothing between them. She longed to feel hot naked flesh on hers. A naughty thought crossed her mind, deepening her desire. It was an image of herself with nothing but the necklace on. She knew it was bound to drive him crazy.
So with all the self-control and practiced patience she has mastered as a leader, she broke off the kiss and grabbed onto his jacket, leading him into the room - that had been her intention at least. Chayton, in a rare show of impatience, suddenly picked her up, causing her to shriek in surprise and excitement, then he carried her towards the bedroom.
The bedroom was not very big, but one got the sense that it belonged to an important person. It was not to be taken wrongly, however, because Keira was as down to earth and in touch with her people as any leader who ever was. Her private chambers were accessible to anyone at any time, and hardly ever restricted to those on her council. She visited the people under her care every day, and no one could remember every day they had not had a chance to express their grievances to her. It was how she'd come to be aware of one of the most grievous concerns.
Chayton plopped her on the huge Queen sized bed and removing his jacket, joined her. He reached for her and pulled her close, and she crossed a leg over his, moving closer to crush the thigh of his other leg to her center, rocking against it slowly as he pushed in.
Their lips found each other again. They kissed, teased, nibbled and gently bit as they totally consumed each other.
Chayton reached behind her and fumbled for the zipper behind the dress. His hand eventually found it, and he peeled it off her as she lifted herself up to assist him. The dress was tossed aside, and Chayton moved back, noticing that she had on new underwear.
He had never wanted more badly, to take off some articles of clothing in his life. He reached forward, and she knocked his hand aside and got on her knees. She straddled him and began unbuttoning his shirt, which she tossed aside. Then she reached for his pants and within seconds, sent them after their upper torso counterpart. She marveled at the sight of his raging erection struggling against his boxer shorts, and she reached forward to free it, but he held her hand. It was his turn now.
Chayton pulled her down towards him and captured her lips once more. She moaned into his mouth as her pleasure centers came to life with every flick of his tongue and every caress. His hands found her breasts and massaged them through the fabric of her sheer lace bra. She sighed in pleasure mixed with frustration, wishing he would just rid her of the fabric already. It was as though he read her mind and before she could rationalize what was happening, the cold air brushed against her already hard nipples, making them even harder. She wondered lazily when he had taken it off, but then her mind turned to mush as his mouth covered one rosy bud.
She gasped and grabbed on to his head as his tongue flicked against the nipple while his other hand worked the other breast. He licked, flicked and sucked the erect nub until she felt as though it would fall off if it got any harder. His erection struggled against his boxers, and she longed to grasp it in her hand and feel the hot, velvety flesh in her hand. But his assault on her mammaries was slowing down her thoughts.
He switched and moved to the other breast, replacing his mouth on the other one with his hand. He was multitasking in ways designed solely for her pleasure. She pushed his head down, increasing the pressure as he kissed the areola tenderly, avoiding the nipples, just before diving in and sucking hard once more.
When his mouth left it, she opened eyes she did not remember closing and looked down to see her panties flying off to join her other clothes. Her sensory perception was all over the place, and she couldn't keep track of her surroundings.
Once that was done, he began to plant feathery kisses down her torso, stopping at her belly button to run his tongue over and around the innie. He had discovered early on that she loved it when he did that. It was the sensation of being tickled and the intimacy of the act that did it.
He moved lower slowly, taking his time now, despite the manner in which every bone in his body - especially the one that was not exactly a bone - was telling him to hurry things up. He ignored their directives. No, this had to be drawn out and savored. It would be their first and last one year anniversary as a couple; it had to be special.
Her waist seemed to be lifting of its own accord, and a hand had found a way to his head, subconsciously guiding him to the place she knew he was headed and where she needed him most. She sucked in her tummy in anticipation and was biting on her finger as she urged him further down.
Despite the pressure and encouragement from his partner, Chayton took his time, kissing every inch of flesh as he made his way down. He avoided the focal point as he breathed in her heady musk. Even when he was not in dire wolf form, his sense of smell was very good, and he breathed her in with fervor.
He could see the effect of what he was doing to her and a small moisture pool was gathering on the bed sheet beneath her waist. He smiled to himself as he placed tentative kisses around her core, avoiding the erect nub that now peeked out at him, urging him down.
She grabbed on to his head - this time with both hands- as sue needed a tether of some sort to keep her grounded in reality. She needed something to keep her from soaring higher than she intended. Or at least, she felt she did.
He ran his tongue along the entire stretch of her engorged lips, and she gasped, clutching his head harder. He knew what he was after, and his tongue located it quickly.
By now, she was crushing her hips against his face, making repetitive thrusting motions as his tongue massaged her essence to a frenzy.
She could feel her climax coming, and she knew there was no stopping it. As she thrust against his face, her body tensed up aggressively as she went over the edge.
Keira screamed as she came, completely engulfed in a world of pleasure and Chayton saw his cue.
Jumping up, he rid himself of his boxers and in one fluid motion, he entered her.
She screamed once more as another set of waves crashed into her, rhythmically following his time and hasty thrusts. Her hands grabbed at his buttocks and urged him harder into her.
Their eyes locked and it was as though, through the intense look of concentration and wanton pleasure, their souls were connecting on a seemingly cosmic level. She couldn't look away, neither of them could.
Chayton's thrusts were gradually increasing in speed, and she could tell that he wa
s close to his climax as well. Good.
She lifted her hips in time to his thrusts, meeting him halfway. She could feel the onset of another orgasm and her body tensed in anticipation.
They were wild, they were uninhabited, and there was no holding back.
Suddenly, Chayton tensed and, though she could not imagine how, increased speed. Her orgasm came fast as did his.
Soon, they were both riding the orgasmic waves to completion, clutched in each other's arms.
CHAPTER TWO
The large house spoke of affluence and extravagant taste. Large columns surrounded the building and one could very aptly call it a palace. The architect had been selected from a group of fifteen and rewarded handsomely...with a night with her. Afterall, what else could he have asked for? A night with a veritable goddess was more than he deserved.
Lavish furniture made from the finest materials were used in putting the finishing touches to this edifice, and she was more proud of this than anything else. Boasting of more rooms that she could ever hope to occupy, she was proud of her success.
The great hall served a lot of purposes, but now, on this night, it was serving one of its more popular functions, and she was at the center of it.
Flanked on all sides by seven men, she basked in the ambiance of being the primary center of attention. Everything else was secondary. Second to her and therefore of no import. She sighed as one of the men kissed up her arm, stopping short of her shoulder and kissing his way back down. Another, kissed her toes, sucking on them gently, and then not so gently in alternating patterns. One other yet caressed her thighs.
The game was part of the fun for her. Each of this men competed for her attention, and she sighed in pleasure that was more psychological than physical. She was their everything, and they lived for her pleasure, amongst other things. It also helped that they were completely at her control. Not one could jump without her explicit instructions allowing for such an activity. She sighed.
Only one of them would get to bed her, and the others would watch and hate themselves for losing, vowing to do better next time. Sometimes she took them two at a time, it all depended on her mood and today, she was in a one man mood.
She looked around the hall as one man took his place behind her and massaged her shoulders. Bodies littered the floor, all wrapped around each other in one form of erotic dance or the other.
One young witch held on to her female partner as the latter's fingers thrust in and out of the former's wet folds. The witch thrust against her fingers as she felt her orgasm getting closer. She caught sight of her mistress watching her and closed her eyes, glad that she had seen what they had all grown to know as approval in her slight smile. The orgasm wracked through her body then, and she shivered as her partner bent down and pressed her tongue firmly against her erect nub, increasing the intensity of her orgasm. Seconds later, as she came down from her elevated plane, she looked up with a smile as the girl that had brought her so much pleasure, brought her fingers which glistened with her feminine essence and put them in her mouth. She was only too glad to lick them clean, marveling at the intense taste of herself. As she licked and sucked on the fingers, they switched places, and she took her place between the girl's legs. Gently, she lowered herself towards the girl's ample bosoms.
Happy with what she was seeing, the mistress of the house concentrated on what the men who surrounded her were doing. So far, they were all on the same level, and none of them seemed to stand out. She sighed. She was probably just used to what they could do. She had not increased her harem in a long time. She sighed again, closing her eyes and trying to enjoy herself beyond the psychological. She couldn't, and she opened her eyes, sighing again.
The hall was charged with sexual energy, and a loud cry erupted in the hall as one of the girls reached her climax. The man who had brought her to the height looked at her detachedly as she quivered and shook on the floor as wave after wave hit her. The mistress's center pooled a bit more at the thought of such an intense orgasm. It was starting to seem as though she would need to have all seven of the men if she was going to feel anything new. Useless bunch of maggots.
Well, if that was what it took.
Frenzied grunts took her attention, and she looked at the far end of the hall, where a young male shifter was being plowed by his older, more experienced teacher. Both men stared at each other as the teacher thrust deeper and harder into his ward. The mistress had allotted the boy to him so he could help him hone his skills before he joined her harem. She only let in fully developed and skilled men and not fledgling. The boy had a look of utter vulnerability on his face while the teacher had one of intense concentration. She could tell that he was close to his climax.
Further down the hall, a servant girl rode one servant boy, and her pert breasts bounced up and down in time to her movements.
Suddenly, she was aware of another presence in the room. A presence not participating in the day's activities. She turned sharply and caught sight of Silas. He lurked in the shadows and had reached out to her psychically.
The vampire gestured that he needed to talk to her. He was not under her control, but he was inarguably her most trusted servant, there was no denying it. He had trained under Aria Valderi, but for a long time now had pledged absolute fealty to her. Whenever she needed confidential work done, she sent him if she couldn't go by herself.
He had been out for a while now on one of those important missions and only just returned now. From the look on his face, she was fairly certain she was not about to get any good news. And on a day when she was already in a sour mood.
"Mistress Edrea. I come bearing bad news."
She grunted. Already wondering who she was going to have to kill to turn that news into something else. She was all for fashioning fortune from misfortune after all.
"Well, they refused to sign. They say it's their land and therefore, whatever happens on it, is their concern."
Edrea sighed. She felt an intense need to hit something, but she fought it. There was no need. She turned to look at the vampire.
"Did you tell them by whose order you were making your request?" she asked, boiling inside, but managing to keep it under wraps. Disrespect of any kind was thing she never condoned.
"I didn't have to. They already knew I was coming"
Edrea growled lowly. Despite being slightly tall, she stood at least a foot beneath the tall vampire, but despite the height difference, the vampire shivered in her presence.
She had sent him on a land acquisition mission as she intended to increase her territory. She had recently decided that her sovereignty was not as widespread as she would like. She was already one of the most powerful names around, but expansion was necessary just as it was for her harem.
A human settlement occupied the land is question, and she had sent him to inform them that they were now under her. She hadn't expected resistance from feeble humans. What was their deal?
It didn't matter. All that mattered was that she got what she wanted when she wanted it. There were no two ways about in; something had to be done about them.
Asking had never really been her style. Usually, she just took and killed whoever was stupid enough to stand in her way. Right now there was an entire settlement of stupid humans who needed to know why the name Edrea Varela had come to induce nightmares in the heart of the people. The other territories had never stood in her way before, and some of them had actual power to make a reasonable stand. But humans? This was completely unprecedented.
"This was highly unexpected," she said simply, temporarily distracted by the orgasmic noises that were coming from the great hall. It was distracting. She waved her hand, muttering under her breath, and the noise stopped. The activities were still going on, but they just couldn't disturb her with it anymore. She knew none of them would dare stop pleasuring each other until she came and told them to move on to other things. That was power. And she couldn't have enough of it.
"There's a paranormal cla
n close to them. I have suspicions that they are under their protection."
"Nonsense. No clan will dare stand against me. None, within these regions at least. It's not possible." she waved him aside, and he bowed in agreement.
"So what's our next move?" Silas asked. The vampire was glad that he had her trust, but it didn't stop him from not wanting to be in her presence when she was in a sour mood. She tended to do what she pleased, and there was no one who would stand up to her. She had long since established dominance and was used to getting her wish. He had decided, after leaving Aria's tutelage that the best way to stay alive, would be to be affiliated with one of the bigger clan masters. Or as it turned out for him...mistresses.
His wanderings have brought him right to her doorstep, and he has offered his services immediately.
He knew about her penchant for putting everyone who worked under her, under a spell of her own design, which made them very easily susceptible to suggestion and the way she liked it, devoid of freewill. He had expected that at some point when she deemed fit, he would be subjected to the same indignity, but it had never happened, and he has been with her for a very long time. He tried to be as loyal as possible; nothing was too much.
"I will think of something," she said as she walked away towards the great Hall.
Immediately she walked in, a hush went around the group, and everyone stopped what they were doing. They were no strangers to emotional cues and knew better than to let one as strong as the one she was projecting, just stop. She was in a bad mood. Hence, everyone else had to be.
Without a word, she sat down and the ranking seven in her harem flanked her. None dared to touch her. Not that they could even if they wanted to. She had not asked them.
In similar wordless fashion, everyone began to put themselves in order, putting away toys and getting into their clothes as fast as they could while Edrea watched.
She itched to go to her divination room and just sit there. She did her best thinking there, and it was there she had come up with most of her ingenious plans. There was no doubt a solution would come to her in there. But first, she had to address her subjects, as she liked to refer to them.