by Celia Kyle
She circled her hips, rubbing the opening of her pussy over the head of his cock, coating him in her juices.
“Baby, baby, please,” he begged.
She took pity on him by sinking down and accepting his dick fully into her body. Her pussy stretched around his invasion, and she continued her descent until her pussy rested on his lap.
Their gazes met, and she saw the emotions that she felt reflected back at her tenfold.
“I love you.” She leaned forward and kissed him, then nuzzled his neck.
Brant did the same, burying his face in her hair. “I love you, too, Phoebe.”
Phoebe made love to him then. Slow, sinuous circles of her hips, along with the tightening of her pussy, filled her mind. She went round and round, grinding down and then sliding up only to shift down once again. Circling, twining and dancing with his dick inside her. They breathed into one another, mouths centimeters apart, eyes locked as she took control.
Any passerby would see two people locked in a tender embrace; they wouldn’t see the slow gyrations of her hips, the sensuous way in which she moved, bringing them closer to orgasm with the tiniest of movements of her lower body. They wouldn’t see lovemaking, but they would see love.
She continued her shifts and grinds, thrusts and retreats, working them both toward climax. She tilted her hips, searching for just the right angle and found it with the contraction of her pelvis, tipping her hips forward.
“Right there,” she whispered, breathing in his breaths.
“Yes, take it, baby. Fuck yourself on my dick.”
She did as he asked, rising up and down, rocking back and forth, shifting and moving in time to her heartbeat, speeding up and slowing down at just the right moments. She pushed and pulled and gripped his shoulders for support, body climbing and climbing, edging toward that moment…
Her body exploded into a thousand pieces, electricity and pure pleasure and fire of a thousand suns bursting inside her like a tidal wave, a tsunami. Again and again, she came with him inside her. Then he froze, groaning her name, and she felt his dick flex and shift within her of its own accord, coming as spurt after spurt of hot seed filled her.
And for the first time, she wondered about protection.
She laid her head on his shoulder, breath fanning over his sweat soaked skin. “Babies,” she whispered.
“Someday. If we’re lucky.” He cupped her lower abdomen, hand rubbing small circles where their children would one day grow and develop.
“I’m surprised we haven’t conceived yet.” Considering all the unprotected sex they’d been having. It hadn’t actually been a “discussion” per se, but one day the condoms were used, and then suddenly, they weren’t. Irresponsible? Absolutely.
“We could have…”
She snorted. “I would know something like that. Salamanders get sick the very instant a child is conceived. It hasn’t happened yet, but who knows? Maybe soon.”
His cock was softening within her, but it was still long enough flaccid to stay buried in her pussy.
“What do you say we head home and try again? Maybe we can get it right this time.”
Oh, how she loved this man. “Do you still have the flame resistant blankets in your truck?”
“Of course…” he sounded unsure.
“Good. I have a feeling that things are about to get even hotter. Now, take me home and fuck me good and proper so that we can have little Salamander-Phoenix babies. Salnix, that sounds like a good name for our little ones,” she mused and rose up onto her knees, allowing his dick to slip free of her pussy with a moan.
Phoebe eased back over to her side of the truck and settled into the seat, content for the moment that their lives were back on track, sans mortality.
“What about Phanders. That sounds better to me…”
“Salnix. Salamanders are the superior species.”
“Ha! Who can come back to life, thankyouverymuch?”
“Who can blow you into the next life?”
Brant snorted. “You have once already. Only I thought it was because you were simply accident prone, not—”
“Don’t even finish that sentence, Mister. I have “familial traits” as my Mom calls them. That’s all.” She harrumphed.
Brant lifted her hand to his lips and brushed a kiss across her knuckles. “Let’s hope that our babies don’t have your “familial traits” or we won’t have a house to live in.”
“Babies? Plural.”
“Of course, sweetheart. As many as we can manage.” He winked at her. “Now, let’s get home, mate like true firekin and get started.”
The drive home took a hell of a lot longer than Phoebe ever remembered. Or maybe it was just that Phoebe was anxious to scorch the very ground they’d be lying on in their first true mating as kinmates. The heat necessary to bind them would melt the earth, turning the sand into glass and creating a memorial to their first time together as mates.
She couldn’t wait.
Phoebe directed him off the main road to her home and deeper into her ranchlands until nary a light could be seen. This is where their love would eclipse the moon and shine brighter than the sun. And hopefully, not send her soon-to-be kinmate “poof” in the process. She really didn’t want to spend the next two days with a mound of ashes. Seriously.
Brant prayed his fire blanket in the back could protect him from their fiery lovemaking to come. He also had an extra suit from work, but he wasn’t sure if that would protect him either. He really didn’t want to spend the next couple of days as ashes. Seriously. Of course, internally she wouldn’t go supernova, so his cock would be okay, but what about the rest of him?
He followed Phoebe’s directions, truck bouncing over the rough terrain, lights growing dim until he couldn’t see a single man-made light source for miles. That’s where he stopped the truck.
Brant grabbed Phoebe’s hand in his, holding it tightly, fingers entwined. “We can wait if you want. I don’t want to rush you.”
“Screw waiting. I’ve wanted this for what seems like forever. I was willing to go mortal for you, Brant. I want you. I want this. Do you?” Tears gathered in her eyes and he brushed one away with his thumb.
“Of course, baby, I almost went mortal for you as well. I want you as my kinmate, I just don’t want to rush you—”
She placed her fingertips over his mouth and he resisted the urge to lick the fire-scented digits. “I promise not to get so hot you turn to ash. Better?” And the imp winked at him.
He nibbled her fingertips and she pulled them away, giggling. “Much. Now mate me already, woman.”
“Gladly.” She jumped from the truck and he was right behind her once he’d grabbed the fire blanket to protect him and the ground. They’d probably burn through it, but it might protect him just enough.
Brant laid the blanket on the ground and began stripping, watching his soon-to-be mate in the process.
Inch by inch she raised her dress, baring more and more of her light chocolate hued skin to his gaze. Sculpted calves led to thick thighs and wide hips. There was a small smattering of dark chocolate curls at the juncture of her thighs and he couldn’t wait to run his fingers through the sparse hair, discovering the wetness that lay beyond the hidden depths. Her waist dipped in before flaring out to her chest, large breasts beckoning him, teasing and tantalizing him with their berry-tipped nipples.
By the time his focus was on her face, her brow was arched, teasing him. “Like what you see, fireman?”
“Absolutely.”
“Then you better get to reciprocating before I lose interest.” She winked at him again and crawled onto the blanket, full breasts hanging down, tantalizing globes just begging to be licked and suckled.
Brant didn’t waste any time. He brought his hands to his shirt, fingers working on the buttons, pulling the bottom free of his jeans. He snapped the button of his pants and worked the zipper down, still damp, hard cock springing from the cotton confines. He kicked his shoes away, s
ocks quickly following, and then his jeans were gone. He stood naked as the day he was born in the middle of the Arizona wilderness ready to claim his kinmate.
He gripped the base of his cock, stroking himself from root to tip and back again, gathering the pre-come that leaked from the head to use as lubrication. He counted on his seed still filling Phoebe, counted on being able to use some of his cum for what he had in mind.
He stroked himself again and just stared at the woman he loved. Under his gaze, she remained on all fours but turned her back to him, giving him exactly what he needed.
“Are you ready for me, Phoebe? Ready to be mine in all ways?”
She looked at him over her shoulder, love shining in her eyes. “Yes, Brant. In all ways and for always. Burn me.”
He couldn’t be gentle any longer. Gone was the sweet lover of times before, and in its place was a feral bird looking to claim its mate for all time. He closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye, as if flying across the ground.
Brant covered her then, cock just barely venturing inside her entrance, prick head stretching her hole, sliding easily in and out of her well-lubricated heat. Already the air around them shimmered and burned, her arousal turning the surrounding grasslands to ash in the blink of an eye.
“Don’t tease,” she begged, trying to ease her hips back, trying to take him deeper.
He wouldn’t let her take control. She may have the active power, but he was the alpha in the relationship and the mating would go his way. Hopefully. As long as she didn’t ash him.
“Not teasing… loving, baby. Just loving.”
That seemed to settle her and he returned to his teasing, regardless of what he told her. He leaned back and gripped his dick at its base, swirled the head through her cream and his seed dripping from her pussy. Round and around he circled, gathering her moisture before pressing against her back hole.
“Yes,” she hissed and pushed back against him. She loved anal sex just as much as he did and it seemed the perfect way to join. Tomorrow would be a day of baby making, tonight was about fulfilling each other’s desires and burning the place down.
Brant pushed forward, tip of his cock breaching the tight ring of muscle that formed her anus. Carefully, as if she were made of glass, he eased forward, spreading her, stretching her to accommodate him. In and out and in and out he eased, feeding inch after inch of his cock into her ass until he was fully seated, balls resting against her sweet pussy. The wet, hot velvet glove of her ass gripped and massaged him in a way her pussy never could. It milked him with her every breath.
Completely inside her, he held still for a moment, giving her the opportunity to grow accustomed to his invasion. When she wiggled her delectable heart-shaped ass against him, he knew it was time to move.
“Remember your promise.”
“I remember,” she grumbled. “Now, love me already.”
Well, at least she hadn’t demanded to be fucked. Ass play tended to make her commanding with her arousal.
Brant gripped her hips, thumbs digging into the globes of her ass, fingers resting in her hipbones. Inch by inch he eased out of her until just the tip of his cock rested inside and then he slowly thrust forward, taking care not to go too hard too soon. Again and again, he repeated the process: ease in, ease out, and ease in again. He held on to his orgasm by a thread, attending to Phoebe’s pleasure before he would take his own. A true kinmating would occur if the two participants didn’t come together, at the same time.
The air around them heated further, a wider circle of destruction surrounded them with her heightened arousal, with her climax coming closer.
Brant increased his tempo, speeding up in time with the rise in temperature. The hotter it became, the harder he pumped in and out of her tight, hot sheath. His cock felt as if it were on pleasurable fire, burning with ecstasy while inside her. This act eclipsed all others. He’d never felt closer to his lover, his mate.
Harder and harder he pumped, bringing them closer to the edge, easing them toward the same goal, mating.
His skin reddened under the heat, ash sticking to his sweat-soaked skin as seconds passed and the sand surrounding them melted and formed liquid glass. This would be their place from now on, the one place they could come and relive memories, and someday conceive their children. This would be the place their first clutch would come into being. He just prayed he’d live through the process and not get ashed by his hot-blooded lover.
Brant’s breathing was coming in harsh pants now, breath catching fire the moment it left his chest, the air so hot it destroyed all within their bubble. The blanket beneath his legs was wilting and disintegrating beneath him, and would give way to the molten glass at any moment. He was surprised that it lasted as long as it had.
And still his orgasm approached, roaring closer with each passing second like the fire surrounding them.
“Phoebe…” he warned.
Her ass milked him. Clenching and releasing in rhythm to his thrusts, pulling his orgasm inexplicably closer with every touch of their bodies.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Now,” she demanded.
He couldn’t hold it back any longer.
From toes to head and back again, his muscles bunched and tightened then released in a great rush of climax centering on his cock and balls. His seed erupted in great waves into her ass, joining them together forever. The world around him exploded, fire burning everything within a mile. Bushes, cacti—anything and everything that was not a physical being—was scorched and removed from the earth with their lovemaking. Their mating.
He jerked within her, last vestiges of his seed pouring from his body and into hers, filling those last few places, melding them as one soul forever and until the end of time. Theirs was a true kinmating, and it would last the perils of time without question. They would have children and raise them in the firekin way, treating others with respect and, hopefully, having control. Though, considering their mother, blowing up things from the get-go was a strong possibility.
“Whew.” Phoebe ease forward until his cock popped free of her ass, then she rolled to her back, the cooled glass cradling her back. “Well, that was a scorcher.”
* * * *
The darkin watched the unnatural mating from the ridge overlooking the Williams ranch. They hadn’t succeeded in their ploy to rid the world of the flawed firekin. Still she lived and now mated to another firekin, making her that much stronger. No, they’d failed with this one. But the next…perhaps the next would go quieter into the night.
He would keep a watch on this newly formed kin family while he moved on to the next kin to meet the darkin’s wrath.
With a wave of his hand, the darkin brought up the list of targeted, those that gave the kin a bad name with their inability to master their elements.
The darkin were a secret society of night worshipers whose sole purpose was to cleanse the world of these broken kin and ensure only the strongest survived. The darkin didn’t control just one element, but had mastered them all through the years. And now, they would ensure that others mastered at least their single gift. It was the darkin creed.
Master one.
Master all.
Master none.
You shall fall.
About the Author
Celia would have loved to have written her own biography, but she just didn’t know what to say. In a fit of desperation, she turned to me, her most trusted confidant and friend. I realize you’re asking yourself, “Who is this?” I am Cali, her cat. I also go by a few other names, but those may be too strong for your delicate ears. Suffice it to say my mommy is very creative and not just with writing.
My mommy, Celia, began writing in August of 2006. I know this because it was around that time our meals started coming later and later in the day. As months passed, she spent more and more time in front of the boring screen. Though, it was fun to chase the little arrow around every once in a while. You should hear her scream! But I digress.
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bsp; She’s worked hard to give readers sexy, quirky heroines they can relate to. And you better damn well appreciate it. All I got was late night feedings. And I didn’t even make it into one of her books by name! That damn kitten, Katie O’Meghan, did. Bitch.
Well, enjoy her writings and if you want to praise her for her work… don’t. I’d like to get fed at some point, people.
Fine. If you must contact her, her website is at www.celiakyle.com or you can send an email to [email protected]. But when I go hungry, I’ll blame you all!
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