Rookery Cove: The Keythong’s Blaze

by Emma Ray Garrett

  “Okibi, my lover is a man!”

  Chapter 6

  Branimir groaned out loud, shocked at what had come from his mouth. He looked up into the air at Okibi, tensing when the enormous scarlet-feathered bird tumbled in the sky.

  He breathed a sigh of relief when she got her wings under her once again. Okibi was magnificent, circling the house with long, graceful beats of her beautiful wings. The light danced, fracturing into every shade imaginable and more, across her plumage. She took his breath.

  The phoenix landed a few paces in front of him, but didn’t take human appearance. Branimir tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry. He was no match for her as a biped. The sound of her razor sharp claws clicking against the wood floor made Branimir shiver. For a second, he felt like prey.

  You’d better explain yourself.

  He wasn’t surprised Okibi could psychically project her thoughts, though the strange vibration her words resonated on made his ears buzz. Without hesitation, she invaded his space, putting her avian visage startlingly close to his human one. The phoenix’s black eyes bored into his and her curved, golden beak brushed across his lips. A tingle passed through the sensitive flesh and Branimir fought the urge to lick them, certain any quick motion by a shiny, pink object was not a good idea.

  “I think I should clarify that I’m not looking for a breeder. Both my lover and I want a mate. Both of us prefer females, though we’ve had our fair share of men as well.”

  Her head cocked to the side before her next thought manifested. “Greedy much?”

  He swallowed a laugh. “No. I told you there weren’t many females interested in commitment. Keythongs often share female mates.”

  “Okay, but…” Okibi trailed off.

  “Yes, some of us commit to males. Sexual preference, on the whole, isn’t something we think about.”

  Her liquid eyes blinked slowly, the nictitating membrane sliding over the cornea, and she stepped back a pace. She ruffled her feathers, squawked loudly at him, and turned away, forcing him to step back or be knocked over by her body. This time, her shift was quicker. Flames exploded outward in a blinding flash, and then she stepped from the cloud of smoke and ash with two legs and arms once more.

  “So, when were you planning to tell me about this, griffon?”

  With measured breaths, Okibi managed to control the lust curling her toes. Two men. Two. Long hidden fantasies pulled at her focus, as she struggled to maintain her irritated façade. The gods have it in for me. There’s no other way to explain Branimir coming here, conveniently already in love with another man. Only the gods know how much the thought of two men as mates appeals to me. Okibi tried not to sigh as the flicker of hopeful lust was doused by shame.

  Her parents would die if she mated with two men. It was considered unseemly. Regardless that it made perfect sense to have more than one sexual partner during the Burning Time and more than one mate to carry the burden of raising young. Okibi had her family’s good name, not to mention lineage, to consider.

  She began to sweat, as ignored needs reared their ugly heads. She felt, rather than heard, the answering rumble of masculine interest. Her head spun. She was tired of fighting her body and her attraction to Branimir. Each passing second doubled her arousal, but his secret was enough to make her fall to her knees and beg the gods to stop punishing her. In short, she was overwhelmed.

  Strong, rough hands cupped her shoulders. Okibi tried to pull away, though not with any real dedication. Branimir pressed his rock hard body to hers, the thin cloth of the apron less a reminder for her to regain her sanity and more a seductive call to fall deeper into the madness torturing her.

  “Viktor, my lover, and I spoke at length about the real possibility that we would not share you. I wasn’t going to mention it at all unless I thought you were receptive.” His lips moved against the shell of her ear, his words soft yet burning hot.

  Okibi couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping her throat. Her body was already aroused, the added stimulation of his touch making her knees weak. Her empty core contracted and the liquid of her desire wept onto her labia and inner thighs.

  “I don’t --”

  “Shut up, Okibi. You do. We’re going to fuck, and then we’re going to continue getting to know each other.”

  “Uh…” Okibi knew there was something she should say, but the jut of his hard cock, the warmth of his hard muscles, the way he made her feel small and delicate, not to mention the fire of her Burning Time, confused her thoughts until all that remained was the animal inside and its needs.

  He nipped her ear, the sharp contact sending erotic shivers cascading through her body. “I’m going to take you, hard and fast because I know it’s what you need. The first time.” Branimir’s mouth slipped from her ear to the curve of her neck. He pressed teeth to the erogenous spot, and Okibi arched into him. Her nipples drew tight, her breasts tingling.

  “This is such a bad idea.” She shuddered as she spoke. “I can’t take more than one mate. It’s never happened. It isn’t done.”

  “Perhaps. In any case, Viktor will be here in the morning.” Okibi’s body reacted to his words with a jolt of need and a choked gasp.

  “And, Okibi, I’m going to share this experience with him. Right now. He’ll know how tight your body is around mine, he’ll feel your heat, your power, your release, through me.”

  “Gods!” Her knees gave and Branimir’s arm came around her, one large hand cupping a full breast, a long finger circling the swollen tip. Her clit throbbed and she felt herself grow wetter. He was going to kill her with desire and Okibi didn’t think that sounded too bad.

  “The gods have nothing to do with this.” Turning her in his arms, he pinched her nipple, not too hard, but firmly. His touch was perfect, as if he knew exactly what to do to swamp her with need and drench her body with desire. She moaned, her hips pressing back against him, her clit straining, wanting to experience what her breasts already knew. Branimir’s touch was magic.

  “Please. Please don’t make me wait.” She struggled to whisper the words, to force her lips and tongue to form the shapes necessary for speech, the Burning Time tearing away all inhibition. She needed his cock between her legs, driving her toward orgasm, stretching her body to painful limits.

  Terrified and relieved at the same time, Okibi suspected what was about to happen would tie her to Branimir as certainly as iron chains. She’d never felt this pull for a male before. Whether it was just the griffon or some kind of punishment for ignoring her Kokugen Nenshou was beside the point. Events were set in motion, changing everything.

  Okibi gasped when Branimir pulled her tight against his body, his strength pushing the air from her lungs. The granite thrust of his cock pressed into her backside, setting her teeth on edge as need exploded through her. She cried out when his large hands claimed both breasts and his hot tongue swept inside her ear. A shift of his body here and a lift of hers there put his cock firmly between the wet, swollen lips of her sex, the thin material of the apron only heightening the sensation.

  She reached behind her head with both arms, sinking her fingers into his thick hair. She curled her fingers inward, pulling the strands tight. “Now, griffon. Fuck me now!” He bit her earlobe, harder this time, painfully, and released her breasts. She eased her grip on his hair and he turned them back toward the kitchen.

  It took but a few steps for him to reach the table. Branimir slid her off his cock and put her on her feet. “Get on the chair and lean over.” His voice was low and harsh, his desire just as palpable as hers. Okibi stumbled and strong hands steadied her as she did what he bade. The sound of tearing cloth was loud in her ears, louder than her pulse, louder than the screaming rage of her hunger.

  She gasped when Branimir’s large hands gripped her hips, hard. He jerked her backwards, and she widened her stance, tilting her ass up to reveal her swollen pussy. Branimir growled low in his body. She felt him tremble as he moved closer. He squeezed the soft flesh beneath his
hands and Okibi sighed brokenly. Releasing one hip, he skated long fingers over the top of her ass, slipping them down the sensitive cleft before dipping first one and then two digits into her molten, aching core.

  “Mmm.” She couldn’t stop the pulse of her body around his any more than she could stop the needy sound escaping her lips.

  Branimir teased her cunt and Okibi wiggled, wanting him deeper, needing him to fill her. His fingers slipped from her and she felt the light hair on the back of his hand tease her bottom. And then Okibi screamed as he plunged home, deep, his balls slapping her clit as he seated himself so far inside she thought he’d come out her throat. His unrestrained thrust had her pussy burning, stretching to accommodate his girth. But he felt so gods damned good, she couldn’t hold back her scream.

  “Branimir!”

  * * *

  Viktor! Give me strength! Branimir sent the thoughts beyond the island, across the churning waves of the ocean, ricocheting through the mountainous peaks of his homeland, and straight into the mind of his most beloved friend, confidant, and partner.

  He felt Viktor’s shock at the unbidden intrusion. Being oath-bound, united by blood and psyche, had saved their lives a million times in battle. It came in handy when they discussed matters of state, keeping out prying ears. They’d even used it in bed, an intimate way of sharing their pleasure without screaming it so anyone near could hear their exultation.

  But they’d never used their telepathic link quite like this before, and he knew Viktor was both enraged and enraptured by the feelings, thoughts, and images Branimir had just pounded into his mind without warning.

  Branimir, what are -- Is that the phoenix? Gods, you want strength? I’m in the middle of a meeting with the Council of Advisors! Viktor’s exasperation, and arousal, beat at Branimir, giving him the control he’d nearly lost the moment he guided his cock between the red lips of her cunt and filled Okibi’s body.

  It was an agony of ecstasy being sheathed inside of her silken cunt. Her body seared his. The intensity of her grip, the heat of her need, made his balls pull close and sent electric shocks of impending orgasmic bliss waltzing up and down his spine. Being one with Okibi felt perfect, right, glorious. He’d found his mate. He knew it.

  Viktor’s grounding force gave Branimir some room to breathe, to savor the sensation without being overwhelmed. He tightened his grip on Okibi’s hips and slowly withdrew, his cock getting hotter and hotter each moment he spent inside her. She whimpered as he pulled out, her pussy clutching at him, rippling around his rigid length. A sound rarely heard outside the African plains rumbled from his chest. He chuffed his pleasure, sharing with both Okibi and Viktor the measure of his gratification.

  He opened his eyes and looked at her body, quivering on the end of his. Her spine was arched with sinuous grace. Her hands were balled into fists, which slowly pounded the wood supporting her arms and upper body. As he pushed himself into her cunt again, her neck arched and her back bowed. He grunted when he saw her hands flash out and slam palms down on the tabletop.

  “Damn it!” She hissed the words at him, and Branimir felt them against his skin, a sensual lash to spur him on. She fought his grip, grinding herself back against him, taking him impossibly deeper. “That’s it. That’s where I want your cock!”

  She’s so unrestrained. Viktor’s dark voice sifted into Branimir’s mind. His friend’s desire was thick in the heavy tenor of his words.

  She’s perfect. Her cunt is so hot, the fluids of her body heat my skin, raise my hunger unlike anyone or anything else.

  I know. I feel what you feel. Bran, you have to break the link between us. My cock is so hard I couldn’t stand up if I wanted to. My balls feel like they are going to explode. I’ll be there as soon as I can, but if you don’t free me, the Council of Advisors will know how deeply our oath binds us.

  She wants two mates, Viktor. I could smell how much two males appeals to her when I told her my lover was a man. The surge of Viktor’s lust made Branimir cry out. It was savage, rampaging through him, pushing him to the edge of sexual frenzy and filling him with a dark satisfaction.

  It works both ways, Bran. I should sever this, I will. But I want to hear her scream. Make her scream, Branimir.

  Branimir shook, his control shattered by Viktor’s need and Okibi’s passion. He looked down at her shapely ass, hiding his cock from view. His patience was shot, and with the raw hunger of his lover goading him on, he let himself go.

  Her pussy was so wet he knew his cock must have shone with her desire though his vision was too hazy to know for sure. Spreading his legs farther apart, he pushed her off his cock and rammed himself back in as fast as he could. She gasped, but he didn’t ask if he hurt her. He didn’t need to; he heard the slap of her hands on the wood again. All the way out of her tight cunt he withdrew, before plunging back in to the balls.

  Branimir slid his hands from her hips and around to cup the front of her thighs, lifting her knees from the chair and spreading her legs a bit, giving himself more room to maneuver. Holding her tight against him, he angled his cock, making certain the thick head and uncut shaft rubbed against her most sensitive spot.

  Three hard strokes, four, five and she gave Viktor what he wanted.

  “Fuck yes, Branimir! Gods yes!” She screamed the words, her voice cracking at the end.

  I’m coming, Branimir. Whether Viktor meant he’d be at Rookery Cove before morning, or whether he meant he’d found release, Branimir couldn’t determine. His second brutally severed their link as soon as the words were sent. And Branimir didn’t care, either. Okibi’s visceral responses left no space for any other focus.

  Branimir lifted her higher and pounded her hard, holding nothing back, joyous when she took all of it and begged for more. Okibi’s body tightened around him and he knew she was close. He had to see her face when she came. He wanted her to see his. He slipped free of her body, the telltale fluttering of her pussy entreating him to take her over the edge.

  “No! Don’t stop!” Her head whipped to the right, her furious gaze clashing with his. He didn’t stop to explain or pacify her. Instead, Branimir grabbed her left upper arm and jerked her from the table. She tripped, but his hands were already under both of her arms, and he lifted her into the air as if she weighed nothing.

  He slid one arm around her back as she wrapped her legs around his waist. The arm at her back glided higher, pulling her face close. His eyes and hers collided, neither blinking, as he used his other hand to guide his cock to her dripping cunt. Okibi thrust against him, her eyes widening when the thick meat of his prick funneled back inside her fiery body. Branimir tilted his head and took her mouth, harshly, his lips sliding against hers, his tongue plunging into her mouth in counterpoint to the savage friction of his cock.

  Okibi sucked his tongue deeper into her mouth, her own nubile flesh swirling around the invader. He groaned into her and she swallowed the sound, and then gave it back to him. Her humming cry built in volume, her pussy seizing around his straining cock, as she wavered on the brink.

  “Come, Okibi!” He slammed violently into her pussy, the rippling of her cunt becoming chaotic around him. The length of her body, long slick from her sweat and the aphrodisiac oils she produced, seemed to melt onto him. Her skin became slicker, and her scent overwhelmed him. His hunger tripled and his body lost any rhythm, each stroke faster, harder, than the one before. Her legs tightened around him, and Branimir grabbed her waist in a vise-like grip. The muscles in his arms and back screamed as he crammed himself into her in a mindless cadence.

  His breath bellowing, he lifted her up and slammed her back onto his cock as hard as possible. His eyes locked to hers, he fucked her with everything he had. As Branimir watched, her eyes, her beautiful obsidian eyes, exploded with azure flame. The electric blue spark ignited deep in her pupils, quickly expanding outward to consume the whole of her iris. Her full mouth opened wide in a soundless scream as her body contracted tighter than any fist and she found the ul
timate satisfaction.

  Okibi’s release poured from her cunt, coating his cock in thick cream and making each thrust of his hips audible. Branimir watched the fire in her eyes dissipate as he continued to fuck her shuddering body. He let go of her waist, lowering one hand to hold her ass in a punishing grip and burying the other in her hair. Okibi’s breath returned and she screamed incoherent words, continuing to come, her pussy flexing, pumping his cock, tearing his own orgasm from his body. Branimir wanted to hold off, but the electric sensation blasting from his cock, to his brain, and back again, meant he was beyond the brink. He reached for the culmination shining so brightly in Okibi’s face, in her eyes, and found it.

  The intensity of his ejaculation forced his eyes closed for a moment, but he opened them quickly. Branimir stared hard into her unfocused eyes as his balls exploded with pleasure. Watched the satisfaction light them when he bellowed her name.

  “Okibi!” He ground his pelvis against hers, guttural sounds accompanying every spurt of his hot seed into her welcoming cunt. His cock jerked three times, four, and finally a fifth time, emptying his balls of come and taking the last of his strength. With what was left of his logic, Branimir staggered to Okibi’s bed and collapsed on it, turning so he bore her weight, his cock still imbedded in the fluttering bliss of her sex.

  They lay there, breath heaving, bodies aching. Her hand stirred against his chest, ruffling the hair. She sighed heavily before slowly lifting her head to look at him.

  “I’m well and truly fucked.” Worry struck him when she said nothing else, the words hanging heavy between them. Then her lips quirked and she laughed huskily. He wasn’t sure if he hid his relief, so intense was the rush of it. But Branimir hugged her close and chuckled, happier than he’d ever been.