FinsFantasy

by Jocelyn Dex

  His warm golden eyes bored into hers as if scrutinizing her sincerity. He opened his mouth to speak, then snapped it shut. Seconds ticked by in silence until he asked, “Want another beer?” At her nod, he disappeared into the cabin and returned with a fresh beer for her and one for himself.

  Oh shit. His scent flooded her nostrils as he handed her the beer and it, once again, smelled delicious, she had to swallow repeatedly so as to not drool. Sweat beaded on her forehead and she swiped at it with the back of her hand. What the hell was the deal with him, his smell, his appeal? One minute, nothing, the next, she wanted to throw him down and devour him.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  She wiped at the sweat again and took a deep breath. “Just hot.” Was that her voice, so husky, so raw and needy?

  “Why do you look at me that way sometimes but other times it’s exactly opposite?”

  “What way?” she asked, looking away.

  “You want me, Navine. Right now, you want me. I see it. I feel it. I smell your sweet need. What’s different now? Help me help you, Navine. Please.”

  She had to put distance between them before she did something stupid. The beer was making her foggy, lowering her inhibitions. She couldn’t afford that around him. Jumping off the swing, she intended to disappear into the woods for a while, go for a swim to cool off, to wait until this mad want for him subsided, but he stood and blocked her path.

  “Don’t run away,” he said. “I don’t know what’s going on but I swear I won’t touch you unless you ask me to.”

  She should run, but his nearness inflamed her hunger. “I don’t want this,” she said more to herself than to him, but even as she said it, she took a step forward putting their bodies mere inches apart.

  “Ask me to touch you, Navine.”

  She shook her head but she did want it, want him. What was wrong with her? Had Raimee sneak attacked her with Sensus demon magic?

  “If you won’t ask with your mouth, ask with your touch.”

  She shook her head again.

  Fin slowly grasped the hem of his tank top and pulled it over his head, muscles bunching and cording. Her free hand reached out to touch his chest before she even realized she was going to do it.

  He sucked in a breath as her fingers skimmed across his chest and down his abdomen. Firm, solid but soft and warm. Taking her touch as acquiescence, he bent forward slowly, giving her time to back away but she couldn’t. As his lips met hers, her pussy went wet. A pulsing, aching need burned through her. She needed semen and even the part of her mind that feared his tainted seed couldn’t stop this hunger. This all-consuming desire.

  His tongue teased hers, the sweet and tart tastes of fruit and beer mixing together as her body pressed against his.

  The incredible hunger and need to consume him overcame her. She shoved him back against the railing, set down her beer and yanked his shorts to his ankles.

  “Whoa. Navine?” He sounded alarmed by her dramatic action.

  She couldn’t speak, didn’t want to. Her mouth watered as she gazed at his thick cock standing tall and ready for her. Ready to feed her. The scent of his semen called to her, no, demanded she feast on him. Her vision blurred, her pupils so dilated. She dropped to her knees on the hard wood of the porch but it didn’t faze her. Nothing mattered but devouring him. She snatched her cherry beer from the floor, grabbed his shaft and doused it with the beer.

  His cock jerked in her hand, the beer running down his balls. She couldn’t wait a second longer. She lapped at the beer dripping from the underside of his cock, then sucked him into her mouth, savoring the delicious flavor of his cock and cherry beer. His body went rigid.

  Holding on to his hips, she worked him in and out of her mouth. She wanted him to come. Now. She needed it like nothing she’d ever needed before. She cupped his balls, soft, hairless, so heavy with semen. She wanted them in her mouth. She stroked his cock as she sucked one ball into her mouth and then the other. Oh god. Her tiny fangs descended. She couldn’t wait another second, couldn’t control her next actions, couldn’t bear the hunger. He roared as her fangs sank into the delicate skin of his balls, piercing until she hit home.

  His hands fisted her hair and she growled while sucking his sweet essence direct from the source, drinking him with vigor. She thought he meant to stop her but he pulled her closer. Oh god. It was the best feast of her life.

  Suddenly, a painful inferno spread through her body, sweat ran down her face, her neck, her back. Releasing his balls, she fell back. Her vision dimmed, eye sockets on fire. Flames licked every nerve ending. She was dying. A painful, burning death. The male Sempire had tainted her. She’d known it would happen.

  She was sure her skin was melting, blood boiling, organs being reduced to ash. Fin kneeled beside her and touched her cheek, then her neck. His touch made her burn worse and she tried to push him away but couldn’t, the pain too much. The fire found her pussy making it clench and flood. How could she be so horny when in so much pain?

  “Navine, what is it? What can I do?” Fin’s frantic voice asked but she couldn’t speak. She had no idea what he could do anyway. Hadn’t he already done enough?

  She felt herself being lifted and carried but she could no longer see. Had her eyeballs melted? Probably.

  He laid her down on her bed and disappeared and she thought he’d left her to burn up alone but a few seconds later, she felt a freezing-cold sensation. First across her forehead, then down her cheeks, her neck. He quickly ripped her clothes from her and then the wonderful cold was back. Down her chest, her arms, stomach, legs and feet.

  Ice. He was rubbing ice over her flaming skin. He started again at her forehead and made his way back down her body. After the tenth pass, the heat began subsiding, from a flaming inferno to a dull roar, her vision beginning to clear. She might even be able to speak now but didn’t try for fear she’d realize her tongue had turned to ash.

  Her pussy still burned, the moisture coating her lips, the inside of her thighs, burning like molten lava. On his next pass down her body with the ice, she grabbed his hand when he tried to go from her abdomen to her legs. She guided his hand to her burning cunt. The shock of the cold ice against her flaming clit made her hips buck. Her legs spread of their own accord. This fire needed to be put out in a different way.

  “Touch me,” she demanded. “Put the fire out.”

  “Navine, are you okay?” he asked, uncertainty lacing his husky voice.

  Her eyes bore into his. “Please, Caffin,” she whimpered this time.

  His eyes darkened as he slipped a piece of ice into his mouth and moved between her legs. He blew chilled breath on her pussy and her hips pushed up, seeking his mouth. She needed more. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his face into her. His cold tongue found her swollen, heated clit, the sensation making her cry out.

  The pressure increased, her entire body knotting as the tension built. When he sucked her swollen nub into his cool mouth, she came apart. A pleasure grenade exploded inside her, the reverberations racking her body. When the spasms subsided, she felt his weight shift off the bed, but he was back in a second with a damp cloth wiping her down, cleaning her off.

  When she opened her eyes, he was standing beside the bed, just staring at her. A drop of pre-come beaded at the tip of his straining erection. She inhaled deeply, the delicious scent of him calling to her again. She wanted it. Wanted him. But he was tainted. Had tainted her. She didn’t want to burn again.

  “Should I leave?” he asked, breathlessly.

  She wanted to say yes, to tell him to go, to leave her alone but she didn’t. She was still hungry, an insane craving to have him inside her, have that delectable tainted semen unleashed deep inside her pussy.

  What the fuck was wrong with her? How could she want to go through that again? She was doomed. But she felt strengthened, nourished. Tears welled up in her eyes as the realization hit her and sobs shook her body. The rumor was true. She wasn’t going to die.
The male Sempire was the cure, her salvation, her freedom from the addiction.

  He gathered her into his arms, holding her tight, softly stoking her forehead. His tenderness and compassion made her cry harder. The six months she’d been the Incubus’ slave, she’d longed for exactly this type of compassion. This gorgeous mutant had saved her life and made her feel cherished, had stood up for her, had tolerated her prejudice and hateful words. She’d been such a bitch to him when he’d been nothing but caring toward her.

  For long minutes, he simply let her cry as he held and comforted her. When her sobs dialed down to soft sniffles, he asked, “Gonna be okay?”

  She nodded against his shoulder, an undignified snort accentuating her inhale. He squeezed her and kissed the side of her head.

  As she calmed, her attention turned to Caffin’s erection pressed against her leg and she felt the moisture coating the head of his dick. Her mouth watered again at the memory of the taste of him. Her gut clenched and her pussy spasmed. It wanted to be filled. Filled with him. Again.

  “Tell me to stay, Navine,” he whispered against her ear.

  She shouldn’t. She didn’t want to burn again but her body demanded it, needed it like a heroin addict needing a fix. Her voice was barely audible as she whispered, “Stay.”

  Fin couldn’t believe it. She’d actually told him to stay and he wasted no time covering her body with his, kissing her senseless, kissing her tears away. He didn’t know why she’d cried but sensed she needed comfort at that moment—even from him—and he’d wanted nothing more than to take away her pain.

  He didn’t know what had driven her to fang his balls, and he’d never had believed it if someone had told him how intensely pleasurable it was to have the seed sucked directly out of them. For a split second, the searing pain had almost brought him to his knees, but was quickly replaced by pure ecstasy.

  Her reaction to his semen had scared the shit out of him though. He’d thought maybe she’d been right, that he was tainted and that he’d tainted her somehow. Thankfully he’d been able to cool her down and now she was hot in another way.

  “You’re so beautiful, Navine,” he said as he trailed kisses down her neck. “And you taste so fucking good. You’re juice is so sweet. I could lick you all day.”

  She groaned and pushed his head down to her breasts. He took her cue and sucked a hard nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, then moved to give the other one the same attention.

  “Do you want me inside you, Navine? Tell me you do or I might die.”

  She met his gaze, her gold eyes dilating. He knew she wanted it but he needed to hear her say it. Her voice was low and raspy as she said, “I need you inside me, Fin.”

  He couldn’t wait a second longer. He’d wanted to be inside her since the day he’d seen her on her knees, a prisoner. Wanted to wrap her in his arms and make love to her slow and gentle. To make her feel cherished in effort to wipe out all the terrible things that had been done to her while she’d been a prisoner.

  He grabbed his dick, rubbing the head against the soaked entrance to her sweet cunt, then entered her in one deep thrust. They both cried out. Holy fuck she felt good. He held still a moment, trying to rein himself in. He wanted to make this last as long as possible but she dug her fingernails into his back, raised her knees and thrust against him with abandon.

  He tried to slow her down but she was strong and determined. “Fuck me, Caffin.”

  He couldn’t deny her, his desire to please her, give her exactly what she wanted, breaking his resolve. He pulled back and slammed into her. Her encouraging moans magnifying his pleasure.

  “Yes, that’s what I want,” she encouraged. “More.”

  There was no way he was going to last fucking her like that but it didn’t matter, he’d give her what she wanted. He pounded into her harder and faster, his balls slapping against her ass. She wrapped her legs around his back giving him better, deeper access to her drenched cunt.

  Her breathing came in gulps and gasps. “Fuck. Oh fuck. Fuck yes,” she wailed. “That’s it. Come with me. In me.”

  Hell yeah, he would, her excitement, her pleasure pushing him over the edge. His balls tightened against his body as jet after jet of come shot into her. Her welcoming cunt squeezing, spasming, clenching around his dick, taking all of him.

  He collapsed on top of her, wrapped his arms around her and rolled them so she was lying with her head on his shoulder and one leg draped across his legs.

  He kissed her forehead. “You’re amazing.”

  She rolled away from him and his heart sank. How could she reject him after what they’d shared?

  She fanned herself with her hand and he noticed her red face and the excess sweat beading on her body. “Ice,” she panted.

  Oh hell, she wasn’t rejecting him, she was burning up again. He grabbed the cup of ice and smoothed it across her hot skin. “How bad is it?”

  “Not as bad as before. The ice feels good.” Her golden gaze met his. “Does this happen to all the females you’re with?”

  “Never before. Maybe,” he paused, hating to even mention the subject, “maybe it’s the addiction burning out of your system.”

  Slowly, she nodded. “I think you’re right.”

  Surprise shot through him. He hadn’t expected her to agree. He grabbed more ice from the cup, quickly running it up and down her burning skin.

  “I need more,” she panted, her eyes dilating again.

  He swallowed hard, hoping he understood her correctly but he wanted to be sure before he set himself up for more rejection. “More ice?”

  She maneuvered to her hands and knees, then pushed him down on his back. “No.” Her chest heaved as she crawled on top of him, the hunger in her eyes instantly hardening his dick. She bent down and nipped his throat with her little fangs then smoothed out the pain with a swipe of her tongue. He wondered about those fangs. Sempires didn’t have them so it must be a leftover trait from her father. He was about to ask but her next words obliterated all other thought.

  “Why’re you so delicious?” She breathed against his neck. “I shouldn’t want you, desire you, but I do.” She licked her way down his chest, his abdomen, to his dick.

  Damn, her touch inflamed him. She revved his desire. He was thrilled she’d finally accepted his body, finally admitted she wanted him, that the addiction was finally being broken, saving her life.

  A grunt escaped him as her feverish, wet mouth sucked the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around it before swooping down, taking every inch he had to offer. He tensed as she let go of his cock, a wet pop sounding as he slipped out of her mouth. She stroked him with one hand as her lips trailed a path to his balls. He tensed as he wondered if she planned to fang him and suck him dry again.

  As if reading his mind, she looked up at him and smiled a hungry smile. Releasing his ball, she crawled slowly up his body, positioning herself over his dick. He ran his hands up and down her silky thighs as she enveloped him, grinding against him, her juices coating his thighs and lower abdomen.

  “Take me, Navine.”

  She raised up on her feet, in a squatting position over him, his cock still inside her. She slammed down, again and again, her ass slapping against his thighs. He’d have thought it impossible to come again so soon, but this vixen was his fantasy come true.

  “Navine,” he said through labored breaths, “if you don’t slow down—”

  “Come,” she practically growled at him. “I need it.”

  Her pussy gripped him tighter as she sped up her onslaught on his cock. Her perky tits bounced, her black hair whipping around as she impaled herself on him. What a beautiful sight to behold.

  He thumbed her clit with furious strokes wanting her to explode with him. She groaned, eyes closing. “Faster,” she urged. He complied.

  She lost her rhythm as her body tensed, her nails digging into his sides. The sudden contractions around his cock pushed him over the edge as he thrust upward, h
ard. She cried out as her body shook and his seed filled her.

  She ground her cunt against his cock a few more times before falling forward on to his chest, her sweat covered body twitching, her breathing ragged.

  Fin stroked her hair as her orgasm subsided and asked, “How ya feeling?”

  She pulled back and gazed at him, a smile lighting up her face. “Fantastic. It barely burns this time. It’s getting better.”

  He returned her smile, genuinely happy, elated. “I’m so glad it’s working.”

  She laid her head back down on his chest. “I still can’t believe it’s true but I feel it. I feel strong, nourished. I can feel that bastard’s hold diminishing. It’s almost gone. I just know it.”

  “I’m sorry you had to go through…that.”

  She sighed. “Me too.” A loud rumble punctuated her statement.

  “Did you just growl at me?” Fin joked.

  Navine’s delightfully embarrassed laugh floated through the air, a magical sound. He’d heard so little of it from her and wanted to hear more.

  “Um, I think I’m hungry.”

  Fin rolled her onto her back and kissed her cheek. “I’ll get us a snack. We expended a lot of energy.”

  Chapter Eight

  Fin sliced up some fruit and grabbed two beers. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so sexually sated and drained yet invigorated and…happy. It seemed the rumor was true. Navine would live and she was no longer treating him like a mutant.

  He didn’t delude himself into thinking she’d want to be his girlfriend but he hoped she’d be open to the idea of something with him. Even friends. No, he was lying to himself. He couldn’t be her friend and not touch her, taste her, hold her in his arms. It would be torture. But if that was all she would offer him… He shook his head, not wanting to think about that now. Right then, she accepted him, desired him, wasn’t shunning him and he’d enjoy it while he could.

  Carrying the beer and fruit plate, he shoved the door open with his foot. Navine scooted herself upright and leaned against the headboard, hands reaching out for the plate and the cherry beer. Fin handed them over and joined her. He picked up a cherry by the stem and held it in front of her lips. She rolled her eyes but snapped the cherry from the stem, chewing it up and discreetly removing the pit from her mouth with a tissue.