Taken By Storm

by L. J. Vickery

  “That motherfucker is going to pay!” He picked up a loose free weight and threw it against the wall, causing concrete to crumble.

  All around, Lenore saw his brothers nod and move close, as if anticipating something from Anshar, but he worked to get himself back under control and they slowly backed off. Weird.

  “Can we get back to our workout, please?” Lenore kept up the conversation for Dagon’s benefit, until she needed to write something else.

  Tess grunted as if hit. “Well, screw you, Dagon, if you can hear me.” The goddess raised her head and talked to the ether as if directly addressing the absent god, taunting him “What if Anshar and Lenore are just really quiet when they fuck?”

  Lenore shrugged and looked right at Anshar. She headed back to the board with a blush.

  I’ve been told that I make a lot of noise.

  The groans in the room were real now. Lenore was mortified at the response. There were catcalls throughout the room of “ball-gag” and “gotta love a screamer.” Lenore attempted to change the subject.

  That’s pretty much it. Tess, let’s make the rest of this sound good!

  “Enough of Dagon’s shit, Lenore. Get back over here!” Tess shouted, playing along. “I’m not through with you yet.”

  “Okay, baby, but no tongues this time.”

  Sparring continued in earnest for another half hour. Lenore worked off a lot of frustration, and it seemed the others did, too.

  They eventually retired to eat, those who were able, and with the invisibles joining them, the large group lounged around the table talking and joking. Luckily for the stomachs to be filled, Lenore knew how to make some mean Mexican cuisine, so the eaters were finally spared Tess’s ever-present omelets.

  Forking in a bite of enchilada, Lenore slid glances over at Anshar, who was still pouting from the “no sex” decree. He was the only one not being a good dinner companion. For that reason, he was totally missing Lenore’s growing agitation and the flush that she knew appeared intermittently on her cheeks.

  When the gods finally decided to retire to the TV room for some must-have TV time, Lenore knew Anshar was surprised when she pulled him aside to ask if he’d like, instead, to head up to bed.

  ****

  Dagon popped out of sleep. His ears perked up in the SUV where he’d been parked all evening. He’d been lulled by the familiar cadence of the gods’ conversations and sparring, even becoming momentarily nostalgic for the good times he’d spent with the gods. It had been nice to have been part of the group at one time. They’d always had a lot of fun together.

  He shook himself fully awake. What was he thinking? He didn’t need to pine away for what he once had. Was he becoming some old woman? He needed to concentrate on the future. Lenore’s words about going to bed with Anshar came back to him. He was on alert now, waiting to hear what would happen inside the compound. Would Lenore heed his orders? Dagon heard Anshar’s reply.

  “It’s not like we can do anything, so why make ourselves crazy?”

  “Dagon said we couldn’t touch,” Lenore said, breathlessly, “but he didn’t say I couldn’t tell you a bedtime story,” she purred.

  Dagon’s eyebrows went into his hairline. What was Lenore up to? More twenty-first century girl behavior? He glowered, bringing his seat fully upright. She’d better behave if she valued the lives of her elders.

  ****

  Anshar looked suddenly alert and cocked his head toward Lenore, misting away and leading her back to his bedroom. She appeared by his side and watched him grow tongue tied as she whipped off her shirt.

  “Now I’m not touching you,” she assured out loud, moving so that her body was nearly pressed to his, and belying her words as she brushed a finger across his fast-swelling sex. She gave him a quick, breathless kiss. “I’m just talking about it.” She winked and turned her back to him, undoing the front fastening on her bra.

  “Close your eyes and just imagine that I’ve turned away, but you see that I’m unclasping my bra. We’ll pretend that I’m taking it off and dropping it to the floor, baring my breasts,” she said hungrily. “Then you’d want me to turn around and offer them to you,” which she did. “And I’d beg you to take off your shirt.”

  Anshar’s cock looked like it would rip from his pants, and Lenore was just warming up. She thrust her creamy mounds forward and raised them upward with her hands. Anshar responded silently by looking like he was swallowing his tongue, and at the same time tearing his T-shirt off over his head.

  “My nipples would get so hard for you,” Lenore told him breathlessly, working her buds. Here was something she’d done for herself many times before, but she could barely keep talking for the anticipation that soon it would be Anshar’s hands on her tender breasts. “If I squeezed them just a little, they’d be so sensitive that, by the time I rubbed them across your skin, I’d almost come from the pleasure.” Anshar groaned, and she was pretty sure she heard Dagon make a choking sound, as well. Take that, you bastard, Lenore thought to herself.

  Ignoring all orders, she once again moved forward and touched Anshar’s chest, running her fingers up and over his four long, raised scars, then pressed her straining nipples onto his bare skin. She bit back her own cry of joy as his fingers came up and pinched for added stimulation.

  “Then I could lower your zipper,” she breathed right in his ear, rimming the whorls with her hot little tongue, “and take a good long look at what you have to offer.”

  With subtle signals, she had Anshar remove his hands from her breasts and clasp them behind his back. If he didn’t, it would be all about her pleasure, and he’d already made her feel good in the dungeon. Now it was Anshar’s turn.

  He tremblingly obeyed.

  Lenore unzipped his pants, and Anshar’s cock sprung free. Her eyes devoured him. This is what she had longed to see again, smooth and purple, gloriously hard and standing proud, his cock was just as beautiful as she remembered.

  “If you were very aroused,” her voice had grown husky, “I’d see a sweet little bead of moisture at the tip of your lovely penis.” She was indeed looking her fill at the small pearl, and here was something else Lenore had been dying to do. Let Dagon have a head full of this. “I’d bend down, put my tongue out, and take a taste. Just a small lick.”

  She lowered her head, then paused to look up at Anshar impishly, wetter between her legs than she could ever remember being. “Of course, even though I’m just telling you a story, Dagon would have to agree that one might get aroused by hearing all this fiction, and have to make a little noise.”

  Out in the SUV, Dagon wondered at Anshar’s restraint. How could the man not grab her and make her do everything she was saying? That business about licking his penis with her tongue? He’d never had a woman do that to him. The pilgrim females with whom he’d fornicated had all been deeply hidden within their homespun, and very little besides penetration had taken place. He couldn’t imagine having his prick between a female’s soft little lips. Gods! He listened intently for more of Lenore’s story.

  ****

  Lenore bent and took that furtive lick of Anshar’s cock. It bobbed and swayed with Anshar’s indrawn hiss, and it was obvious that he was through keeping his hands locked behind him. He brought them both forward to steady his agonizingly beautiful, hard dick, holding it out to her as an offering. Lenore sank down before him, intent on his quivering need.

  “Then I’d go to my knees and lick the length of your shaft, watching your face to see the pleasure there.” She licked him, balls to crown, one, two, three times, keeping her eyes on his as she’d promised. Her own gut clenched, and her clit elongated almost painfully, swelling as if it too were being laved. She’d forgotten their physical connection, and feeling his arousal only made her more bold.

  How beautiful he was with his face full of desire, his hips thrust forward in ecstasy. He needed more. She needed more.

  “Then I’d grasp your lovely cock inside my fist.” She felt powerful when Ans
har’s breath caught. “And I’d feed it into my hot little mouth, sucking the head and dragging my tongue across the slit to taste any escaping sweetness.”

  She watched and felt Anshar’s balls tuck tight up into his body as she sucked him in. He rocked his cock toward her with a moan, bringing himself deeper down her throat. She worked with as much suction as she could muster, knowing he was close to the edge, but as she anticipated their mutual releases, Lenore felt something else. Hesitation? Something was holding him back. Was he pulling away? Shit! Why was he pulling away? Was she doing something wrong? It certainly felt right from where she was kneeling. She swallowed a groan as he pushed at her and slowly removed her mouth from his flesh, but she’d be damned if she’d give up.

  “Then, because you’re the first man I’ve ever sucked, and my mouth would be just a little tired, I’d give a last few licks,” Lenore’s tongue lashed at him again, “and lead you over to the bed. I’d probably take off my skirt but keep my heels and black panties on.” If that didn’t get him ramped up again, nothing would. Lenore quickly got up from her knees and dropped her skirt to the floor. “Then I’d lay back against the sheets, spreading my knees at the edge of the bed so you could stand between them, and I’d play with my nipples while you stroked yourself for me.”

  Anshar, although not letting her follow through with his blow job, was quick to comply with this new scenario, eagerly grasping his dick and looking totally frazzled by her seductive voice, fixated on the scrap of black material that she was sure was saturated, as she parted her legs.

  “Then what,” his husky murmur made her purr, and allowed her to finish the story.

  “I’d watch your magnificent shaft as you worked it hard with your hand, until eventually you shot your hot cum all over my breasts and roared in pleasure.”

  Anshar’s fist pumped. His eyes darkened. Lenore watched him stroke faster and faster, wanting him to finish on her so that he could find his pleasure. At the last minute, naughty Anshar leaned over, clearly sensing her pent up need, and tugged her panties aside, pressing his thumb into her wet slit. He swept upward until he found her clit and flicked the wicked spot, causing her to thrust into his touch and come completely apart. It was everything she could do not to cry out as she came, hard, and his seed spurted in time to her orgasm—on her panties, her belly, and her pink nipples.

  She finally calmed and dipped one finger down, gathering up the moisture Anshar had spewed, and sucking it into her mouth.

  “Then I’d taste you,” she whispered, savoring the salty flavor of him. “And my story would be done. Until next time,” she said wickedly, “when you tell me a story.”

  As Anshar finished coming with his eyes squeezed nearly shut and soothed himself with a few tender strokes, Lenore almost laughed. Talk about an afterglow, Anshar almost looked like he was lighting up.

  What the hell? He was lighting up! There was some freaky, weird-ass glow coming from his shoulder. Lenore looked up at Anshar, startled. He must have felt it, because his face went deathly pale.

  “Anshar! What the bloody fuck is…”

  Her lover lunged forward and covered her mouth before she could say another word.

  Chapter Twelve

  “When will it be my turn to tell a story?” Anshar looked shaken. He put his finger to his lips and drew back from Lenore. She reached up and brushed her fingers across the strange light emanating from him, wrinkling her forehead in question. Anshar shivered at her touch but backed away and moved to his bedside table, pulling out paper and pen.

  Not allowed to talk about it. Fucking collar again!

  Lenore grabbed the pad from his hand.

  So write it down.

  Anshar took it back and began writing, only to see gibberish on the page. Lenore saw his frustration and glanced over. Not a single letter made sense. Anshar wrote again.

  Obviously forbidden to give you any information, verbal or otherwise. Others in the house also sworn to secrecy or I suffer unbearable pain.

  Lenore realized that, with all the writing, their silence had gone on too long, so she spoke for Dagon’s sake.

  “If you think you can make up a story that’s as good as mine, I’m ready for it anytime.”

  “Oh, I’ll make up a story all right,” Anshar answered shakily. “I’ll make up a story where very special things happen…” He touched his amulet pointedly, which had finally cooled down. “…when gods get…involved with willing women.”

  Lenore thought she understood. The glow appeared with orgasm? She’d have to give herself a little private time later and see if it worked for her alone, or whether it took two to light things up. Funny, she hadn’t lit up, nor could she remember her own amulet glowing when Anshar had brought her to that stunning finish in the dungeon, but then again she hadn’t been paying attention to that part of her anatomy.

  Anshar picked up the remote control.

  “TV for two?” he asked, clicking on the television.

  Lenore wiped off with her discarded shirt, kicked free of her heels and scooted under the covers. Best to leave the panties on—even though they were sopping wet—considering the things she still wanted to do with Anshar. He stretched out naked on top of the blankets next to her, perfectly at ease with his big body open to her perusal. And Lenore took a good long look.

  His softened sex now nestled down and to the left amidst crisp blond hair that she longed to touch. His abdominal muscles were taut, even at rest, and although the strange golden hue had left his skin, he still appeared brighter in the low light of the room. It could be a trick of the TV.

  Her eyes drank in his chest, smooth but for the scars, then moved back down his body again. She wished he’d turn onto his stomach so she could see his ass. Her mouth watered at the thought of digging her nails into those cheeks while he thrust between her legs.

  “Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll abandon my gentlemanly behavior, Dagon be damned,” he warned.

  Lenore giggled. She hoped the asshole heard that.

  Anshar’s penis stirred between his legs.

  “Nope. No touching,” Lenore replied, bringing her head to his chest and pillowing it where she had a great view of the television…and his lovely cock. She sighed, blissfully. Popcorn anyone?

  ****

  Inside the compound it was getting late, but Marduk, the balance of the gods, and Huxley had long since abandoned the television. They were wondering what Dagon had planned for the next afternoon when he’d expect them in the woods.

  “We can’t know what he’s going to do, but he’s got such a warped mind that we can’t put anything past him,” Marduk puzzled out loud. “He might have new weapons with which to kill us or trap us. The fact that he only wants the corporeal beings to show up means that he’ll use his Pilgrim Posse to carry out his plan, and we don’t know how many of them he has.”

  “You could just refuse to become physical.” Dumuzi chimed in as he ruffled his fingers in Archie’s fur.

  “That would probably bode ill for Lenore’s mother and grandmother. You heard Dagon mention consequences if we didn’t show up with bodies.” Marduk didn’t like their lack of choices one bit.

  “One thing is certain. We need to get Dr. Dani-Lee back here first thing tomorrow and hope she’s not exhausted from her hospital night shift. She needs to be ready for any injuries that might occur.” Enlil looked pointedly at Marduk. “Do you really think it’s necessary for Tess to join us?” He obviously didn’t like the idea of his blood-daughter, as he’d started calling her, being put in the path of danger.

  “Don’t look at him!” Tess reacted to the inadvertent insult. “I’ve already argued this one out.” She shot Marduk a glare, and the thunder god wasn’t pleased. “My husband and I have agreed that I can participate.” She glared confidently around as if daring any one of them to argue. “I’m no push over, and I’m immortal now, so it’s a lot harder to do any lasting damage to my body.”

  Marduk was tired of arguing. She wa
s going whether he liked it or not. She’d made that clear.

  “But,” she said smiling, probably because there had been no more argument about her involvement, “I think it’s a great idea to get Dani here to take care of injuries. I’ll call her.” Tess looked at her brother. “Hux, will you pick her up in the morning?”

  A scowl crossed Huxley’s features. He’d pick up the doctor but obviously not happily.

  Marduk speculated. Was the lovely Dani-Lee too intimidating for Huxley? She was not only stunningly beautiful—her face framed with those lush copper waves that accented her gold-flecked brown eyes—but she was way over all of their heads in the intelligence department. A surgeon? Huxley was probably feeling a little out of his league with his simple high school education.

  “I’ll pick her up,” the human male snorted reluctantly. “Let me know when.” He turned to leave the room, then looked back. “Tell her to be dressed for the back of a motorcycle.” His tone of voice said, “fuck this.”

  Marduk screwed up his mouth as Hux left the room.

  “Feelings for the lovely doctor?” Enlil questioned Tess.

  She shrugged. “Your guess is as good as mine.”

  Marduk knew that his new brother-in-law was never one to be open with anyone, but he’d taken to the gods like they were long lost relations—which one of them was—and they hadn’t seen this gruff side of him since he’d come to Quincy. He would take some watching. The thunder god got back to business.

  “Those of you who are still invisible, set up a cordon around the property a half hour before the meeting. Be aware that Dagon is probably out there, and if you can sense him, he can sense you, so position yourselves accordingly. As soon as you see where he’s putting his PP, let us know so we can be prepared.” There were nods of agreement. “Everybody bring weapons, and don’t hesitate to use them. I plan on packing a mini arsenal.” Marduk smiled grimly and rose to his feet. “Now get some sleep.”