Taken By Storm

by L. J. Vickery

  What do you have in mind? Lenore was more than willing to comply and excused herself from monitoring the microwave. “Shamash, can you find someone else to watch this thing for you? It seems I’m needed somewhere else.”

  Shamash grinned. There was only one reason for her to leave, and he obviously knew what it was. “Far be it for me to get between a woman and her boyfriend,” he ended knowingly. “I’ll stay here. When you’re finished, I’ll head to Chicago. Go.” He waved his hand. “Go!”

  Lenore dissipated, then reassembled her molecules on the middle of Anshar’s enormous bed. He stood a few feet away and instantly brought the collar up so that she could see.

  Lenore scowled. She wasn’t sure she liked where this was going. If it was the same kind of collar as Dagon’s, it gave her the creeps

  Ever so slowly, she watched as he moved the two ends apart and fastened the metal around his own neck. He threw Lenore the key. It bounced once on the mattress. What the fuck? What did Anshar think he was doing?

  He went to the window and pulled the shades. “I’m yours to command.” His voice was a husky whisper and Lenore shivered in excitement. He was giving her total control? Her mind scrambled to the last time he’d been at her mercy on the table in Dagon’s jail cell. A repeat of that? Lenore made up her mind, fast.

  “Take off your shirt.” The goddess watched as his hands moved of their own accord to reach and pull it off in one swift movement over his head. Anshar’s glorious chest was quickly on display. This was going to be so much fun.

  “Now your zipper. Lower it slowly, then drop your pants to the floor and kick them away.” She knew Anshar flew commando under his jeans, so her mouth watered that he’d be standing completely naked for her in a few short moments.

  He did as he was told, and every inch of his golden skin shone at her in the semi-darkness of the room. His tumescent sex thrust proudly in her direction and his heavy balls were drawn tightly to his body. Oh my. Lenore needed to touch badly.

  “Move toward me…toward the bed.” Lenore watched him walk forward. “Grab the four-poster frame over your head, and don’t let go,” she ordered. Was that her voice shaking?

  The front of his thighs hit the blue silken comforter and he reached above him, unable to deny her commands.

  “Now, spread your feet apart and arch toward me.” Lenore scooted across the mattress, then lowered herself to her belly until her mouth was only inches from his throbbing manhood. She reached forward and hefted his testicles. All his luscious goodness was now splayed before her.

  “I’m going to suck your beautiful cock deep into my mouth then work your balls gently, while I lick the hot length of you and my tongue glides up and down your shaft.”

  Anshar’s groan was all she needed for encouragement. She caught the sweet drop on the end of his rod with a delicate flick of her tongue, savoring the taste, then engulfed his shaft, keeping one hand on his testicles as promised. With the other, she reached around to knead his muscled ass.

  “Please, Lenore,” Anshar begged. “I have to touch you!” He sounded pained, and Lenore was so hot and wet for him that she couldn’t say no.

  “You may reach down and pull up my skirt,” she said softly around the head of his cock, squirming with her own anticipation.

  Anshar lowered his arms with a growl and raised the scrap of material to Lenore’s waist, revealing what she knew was no skinny-bitch ass, showcased by her signature pink panties, which were little more than a scrap of lace covering her skin.

  “What next?” he whispered.

  “I loved it when you…used your hand on me the other day.” Lenore was glad he couldn’t see the blush that lit up her cheeks. “I give you permission to spank me now, just the way you did it before, the same amount and the same intensity.

  Anshar did as he was told, smacking her right cheek, then her left. Oh gods, that was good! Her lustful squeals rent the air until he was through, and she brought her mouth back down over his prick. One long, agonizing suck with a swirl of her tongue that had him quaking, and she popped the smooth head of his cock out of her mouth.

  “Screw this! I need to be naked and feel all of you. You’re no longer under my control.” She negated the power of the collar.

  Anshar moved so quickly onto the bed that she barely had time to roll to her back. He ripped her shirt down the front and pulled down the cups of her bra. Lenore’s big breasts spilled out, inflamed by his roughness. He pinched one pink bud, then the other.

  She reached for his cock and squeezed at the same time. He roared in pleasure, and she was startled when he pushed himself back and sat on his heels.

  “Command me to give you control again!” His voice sounded so harsh, more guttural than usual. “Tell me. Now!”

  “I don’t want you to be under my control.” Lenore reached up and pulled him back down. “I want to feel your wildness.” Her nails raked his back and she thrust a nipple up to be sucked again.

  He lowered his head, and she thought she saw the flash of one sharp tooth as he bent and bit at her tender skin. Lenore thrashed in response. It felt so good.

  “Stop me now!” Anshar was panting, his breathing almost animalistic. His eyes had turned to midnight pools, and his muscles seemed harder where their bodies touched. Lenore tore herself from her lustful haze and realized something wasn’t quite right.

  “Stop!” she almost yelled, not knowing what was happening. The body above her was Anshar’s…but then again, it was not. She was so turned on it was hard to concentrate, but the growls vibrating deep in his chest were making her afraid.

  She had the presence of mind to remember what Anshar had asked and spit out a command. “You will regain control of yourself!” Lenore threw the words at him, while gripping his bulging arms. She felt wetness on his bicep that bore the silver cuff. He was bleeding from the barbs. He’d grown bigger. Gods! He howled at her chest! This had to be his unknown beast coming out! Was she too late? Had his mind shut down and been taken over by some creature the collar was unable to stop?

  “Anshar!” He reached between them with what could only be claws and ripped the panties from her body. Lenore could feel him positioning his powerful cock to plunge into her suddenly clenching and terrified pussy. He had to listen.

  “Please stop!” There was real fear in her voice now. She didn’t want their first time to be like this. She wanted Anshar back. She wanted him to know what he was doing. If he took her like this, it might damage them both, beyond repair. She managed to get words through her stiff lips. “I’m in charge, and I’m ordering you to get off of me!”

  Lenore pushed at him with both hands. An alarmed sob escaped, and something must have gotten through for he suddenly spun away, turning violently over onto his back and gripping both sides of his head.

  “It’s okay.” His breathing was short and his voice still growled, but this time Lenore was able to recognize his voice. “It worked.” Thank the gods he sounded more normal with every passing second. “You brought me back…everything is okay now.”

  Lenore had been afraid, more than just a little, but the self-loathing that she heard creep into Anshar’s voice had her up on her knees and over him in a second, fears forgotten. She placed a hand on his rigid chest.

  “You didn’t hurt me.” She looked down to see a tiny drop of blood next to her still hard nipple and quickly wiped it away. She shook him. “Look at me! I’m fine.” Her gaze raked over him at the same time he perused her, top to bottom.

  Anshar wouldn’t see anything alarming nor feel any shared pain that she hadn’t asked for, but what Lenore glimpsed in the shadows that had previously hid his body, had her eyes widening. My sweet gods. She swallowed hard. Was that Anshar’s penis? If she wasn’t seeing things, this wasn’t the same smooth, impressive but friendly cock she’d been sucking on just moments earlier. No. This rod was double that size and covered in protrusions of some sort? Wow. Sex might be a little more difficult than she had imagined.

  A
nshar’s eyes never left her face as she took his measure. He knew what she had seen.

  “Now you know,” he said, his voice devoid of emotion.

  “No,” Lenore disagreed, shaking her head. “I really don’t.” She moved a few inches away from him. “It’s still too dark in this room to get a good look.” Thank the gods, she muttered under her breath. “I can see that you were changing, had begun to change, into something…getting larger…but I still can’t tell exactly what.” She waited what seemed like an eternity for him to speak, realizing that her whole body was still pulsating with need, despite the scare she’d had.

  She heard Anshar exhale. At last she was going to hear his secret.

  “I’m known as the all sky god and the golden serpent.” He reached for her hand with his now normal one. Had she just imagined claws before? “When I’m out of my head with lust or anger, I transform into a beast.” Lenore held herself still and gave no reaction.

  “My body grows larger, and my skin becomes rigid with…” She could tell that he almost couldn’t say it. “…with scales. I have protrusions on my spine like dorsal fins, my teeth turn to fangs, and my cock becomes hard and ridged as well.”

  Lenore, in her highly aroused state, felt a twinge between her legs. Hmm. She wasn’t as turned off by that as she probably should be.

  Anshar rubbed his eyes. “I could have hurt you, Lenore!” His voice was anguished. “I could have killed you.” He turned his head and refused to meet her gaze. “It was while I was in my transformed state that I…killed my parents.”

  Lenore swallowed a gasp. It would do him no good if she drew away, if he thought his words shocked her. Instead, she lay down beside him, knowing what he needed was her comfort but still not finding the right words to say. He’d killed his parents. Dagon had let that fact slip. She’d nearly forgotten it. The act had just seemed so inconsistent with the Anshar she’d come to know, that she’d put it out of her head as a lie. Now that she knew Anshar had an out-of-control alter ego, she was not so sure.

  “Why do you suppose the collar took so long to work?” she finally asked, getting off the serpent reveal for a moment.

  “I’m pretty sure it works the same way sedatives do, on gods. You didn’t give me the orders quickly enough,” he surmised, “and once I’ve started to turn, my body becomes so different, that outside stimulus can’t penetrate. In this case, my serpent brain shut out all rational thought.” He gave a self-deprecating laugh. “I’m different from some of the others, like Enlil. He’s let himself turn into his bull enough times that he can keep his brain engaged. I think Dagon has himself in hand, as well.” With Lenore’s questioning look, Anshar gave her one more fact to blow her mind. “He turns into a serpent, like me.”

  Lenore lay, stunned.

  “Other gods have other changes, and there are a few like me who do everything they can not to bring on their transformations.” He obviously wasn’t going to say who, and Lenore didn’t pry. “We just never let ourselves get too agitated if we can help it.” He looked up at the bed canopy, and a slow blush replaced the golden tinge on the skin of his face and neck. “That’s why I’m still a virgin, like you.”

  Lenore was startled, but once again she gave herself a mental shake and put on a good game face, realizing that this was a big turning point for both of them. If she didn’t play this right, they might never overcome these obstacles. She couldn’t let that happen.

  “Anshar?” She moved closer to his body.

  “Mmm.” He seemed afraid to speak.

  “I want you to stay in complete control of yourself at all times and do what we both came here to do. I need you to fuck me.”

  Anshar groaned.

  He moved until he hovered over her reclining body. He had no choice. The collar was making him follow orders, despite the reluctance she could see on his face. Still, Anshar fought it, lifting his body and confronting her with the last of his resolve.

  “Lenore,” his voice was pure gravel. “You’re sure about this?”

  She reached up to smooth his brow. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

  Suddenly she could see his face, as if a light…a red light…had lit between them. Damn! It was her shoulder again. Her shoulder was burning brightly, mirroring his that had just begun to get its glow on, and neither one of them had orgasmed yet. But still, it must be a good thing, because Anshar, who had been looking doubtful, suddenly beamed ecstatically. He caught Lenore to him and buried his face in her neck.

  “Lenore,” he breathed. Did she feel tears on her skin? He brushed his fingers over the now highly sensitized area, and she arched toward him. “This is for me.”

  Man, was she ever confused. No orgasm—although she damn well could use one—but she was glowing. “Tell me what’s happening.” She softly commanded. Her voice sounded as shaky as she felt.

  “I will, as per your orders,” he smiled gently, “but first,” he brushed his fingers against the skin over her amulet again. “Let me show you.”

  His fingers delved between their bodies, searched for, then parted her curls to uncover her clit, which he stroked with small, sure circles that had her instantly moaning with desire. He ran his fingers lower, deeper and found her outer lips slippery with moisture. She was so ready for him, and he clearly wasn’t afraid any longer. He was under control with the collar and wouldn’t hurt her.

  Anshar kissed his way down her belly and moving his fingers deeper into her channel, he nuzzled her clit with his nose, then stuck out his tongue, lapping up her wetness and moaning as she thrust up into his mouth. You taste so sweet, he growled. Reminiscent of the sea. Lifting his head briefly, he spread her wide with his fingers, opening her pink labia to his invasion, then thrust his tongue up inside her waiting pussy, as deep as he could go.

  Lenore screamed and bucked, letting him know with her body that she desperately needed more. It wasn’t going to take her long. She shuddered, her pussy was so eager for him, Lenore was taking everything Anshar could give.

  The god growled into her cunt, playing his fingers over her folds and compressing her flesh between his lips. Then to drive her mad, he dialed it down, teasing her with light touches and kisses until she began to shake even harder. Damn. She was on the verge. He plunged two fingers deep inside her straining channel. She screamed and instantly spasmed and clenched around him, drenching his fingers. She cried out and, because of their unique connection, Anshar moaned too, feeling the rightness that suffused her.

  He gently removed his fingers to lap at her swollen tissues tenderly while she calmed, but calm was far from what she was feeling. Her orgasm felt like someone had lit a fire deep within her and, with a little tinder, her flame was ready to rage into a conflagration again.

  “Anshar…I need you inside me now. Please!” she begged.

  Lenore could have ordered it, but she didn’t have to. She was privy to the thoughts in her lover’s head. Anshar was roaring. He couldn’t wait any longer to position himself between her legs and feel the warmth of her pussy accepting his ready cock. Lenore wanted to scream her impatience as he braced himself above her between her spread thighs and worked the large head of his cock into the entrance of her tiny opening. He was so big…so powerful…but she was more than ready to experience everything he could give. Now, Anshar. Now, she pleaded.

  Damn him! He moved into her aching pussy mere centimeters at a time. She knew he was hesitant to hurt her, not knowing if she could take him, but Lenore wrapped her legs around his flanks and refused to let him back off.

  She sensed that he didn’t want to go fast, so made the choice for her cautious lover. “All of you,” she breathed and thrust her hips upward, welcoming his invasion.

  As soon as she gave the order, his cock acted on its own volition. He planted himself deep inside her with a yell. Lenore screamed at the same time and closed around him like a glove. Gods! She had willed it, and he’d had to surge into her. Far from being wrong, his thick cock within he
r felt so right.

  When he started to move in and out, stroking the walls of her pussy, she was there with him, hanging on to his huge body and taking him all the way. Anshar felt like a part of her now. She honed in on his feelings even more, and their immortal thoughts became entwined.

  Lenore’s need rose sharply. Her hips undulated beneath her lover, and Anshar instinctively moved to hit that special spot on the front wall of her womb where she needed him most. He stretched her full and the feeling—her pussy being pressed open from within—was the strangest and most marvelous thing Lenore had ever experienced. It had all of her internal nerve endings on hyper-alert. The conjoined experience was overwhelming.

  Her orgasm was fast approaching. Anshar could feel that Lenore wanted to hold off, but he was giving no quarter.

  “Do it! Come for me, baby. I’m right here with you.” His powerful body surged into her willing heat over and over, driving them both mad with desire until finally she stilled beneath him. Anshar gritted his teeth to hold back for that final instant, the moment that Lenore gripped his cock with her inner muscles, ascending the wave of her orgasm. She cried out, and let go with an enormous release. His prick felt every contraction and Anshar, unable to keep control any longer, tensed as his balls tightened, and the surge that rose from them completely flooded the length of his prick. With a shout, he came, riding Lenore’s rippling waves, filling her up with his discharge and jetting hot cum into her womb. He panted, he trembled, his prick pumped over and over until he was empty. He lowered his head to her neck and inhaled sated pheromones. He marveled. His wondrous bride. He might never move again. He was exhausted and spent.

  Anshar was amazed at what they had just done. Lenore opened her eyes wide beneath him, and he knew she felt the same. What they’d experienced together was mind-boggling. It was like having twice the orgasm, sharing what the other was doing and feeling. Even now, her aftershocks resonated deep within his belly. Anshar was loathe to end the connection, but someone had to take charge.