Taken By Storm

by L. J. Vickery

  “With your free hand, spread my legs.” Lenore was crazed, needing to feel him, and following orders, his hardened palm parted her thighs roughly.

  “That claw…” Lenore swallowed in apprehension. Oh gods, should she really do this? “…the one on your left index finger. I want you to run it ever so lightly up and down my inner thighs and touch my clitoris every few passes.”

  The Anshar/beast leaned down over her swollen pussy and drew in a deep breath. Lenore knew he smelled her arousal, and he revealed his fangs in what could only be a serpent’s smile. So he liked this a lot, she realized, but before she could ponder any further, his finger began its path.

  Lenore immediately writhed beneath his ministrations. Her body sang, and her nipples hardened feeling his cold claw dragging over the sensitive skin of her thighs. He paused at her apex, searched through her curls, and flicked her clitoris. Ooh. Naughty serpent. He knew just how to tweak her sex, that delicate nub, to keep her in a desperate state on his way to her opposite leg. She was drenched, totally aroused by need as his skillful talons teased and built her up toward climax. Lenore ignored his lustful growl and staved off the luscious rise of impending orgasm to give her next order.

  “Anshar,” she swallowed hard. “Use that magnificent tongue on me…here.” She pointed to her saturated sex, writhing in anticipation.

  He dropped to his knees instantly, clearly forgetting about the needs of his own dick, his breath coming fast as he fixated on her cunt, intent on tasting her. Lenore wanted to scream in delirium as she watched his tongue dart from his mouth with both forks dancing. And finally gave in to a muted cry as first one, then the other swept across her swollen nub in a tantalizing rhythm.

  Lenore moaned at his confident assault, the serpent’s body vibrating with a bone-deep satisfaction every time she made a noise. “Yes,” she shrieked in response. “More!”

  He grunted, using the length of his tongue to cover her entire slit, swiping over her pussy from top to bottom. Without warning, he thrust the dual ribbons up inside her aching channel, and Lenore screamed again. Anshar, the serpent, was going to make her come completely undone. His talented tasting was driving her mad. His tongue, hitting her inner walls and touching what could only be her G-spot, was the most wicked sensation she’d ever experienced. The way he moved had Lenore nearly coming apart.

  He tickled her deep inside once, twice. His cold claw came down on her clit, and Lenore went crashing over the edge. The violent orgasm took her by surprise, and she loudly yelled out, even as she’d cautioned Anshar not to. Spasming again and again, her release felt endless. His tongue continued up inside her pussy, drinking in all of her juices. She held his head in place while he growled into her swollen channel. Her breathing finally came back to normal, and she let him loose.

  Anshar immediately raised his head and, despite the order she’d given him, he howled at the ceiling, beating his chest like some water-bred Tarzan. His mouth opened in a ghastly, but beautiful smile, his fangs gleaming. Holy shit! His fangs! She’d forgotten his lethal ivories. Lenore had been so intent on the tongue that she’d allowed those fierce daggers to rest against her tender bits. Gods! The serpent wasn’t just good, he was magnificent if he’d made her forget about those sharp edges.

  Lenore nearly laughed in a sated haze of exhaustion. Now came the question…would she ever be able to walk again?

  “That was unbelievable!” Lenore watched the serpent preen at her praise, then became alarmed as he leaned back down, his tongue twitching again. “Holy shit!” She had to give Anshar another command, or he’d start in again, and probably lick her for the rest of the day—which was an interesting thought—but Lenore had an agenda.

  “Get up on the bed with me and put your back to the headboard.”

  Anshar/serpent did as he was told while Lenore scooched over, making room for the extra-large male.

  “Now spread your legs so I can move up between them.”

  Again, he complied, and she worked her way forward on her knees until she got a good look at his dick, up close and personal. Every one of her senses hummed. Her mouth watered, and her pussy became inflamed again. One would think she hadn’t just had the orgasm of the century.

  “Hands at your sides, big boy.” Lenore didn’t know if he could be trusted, while aroused, to keep his claws to himself, so an order was, well, in order.

  Once again, Anshar obeyed and growled as he watched her bend toward him, her eyes glued to his needy penis.

  “I’m going to take your dick in my mouth and feel what these ridges are all about.”

  His hands gripped deeply into the blue comforter, and he growled even louder. She reminded him to keep quiet.

  “I know I screamed before, and that was very bad of me. But people are used to hearing sounds like that. They’re not used to animal sounds, so you must be very careful with your noises of pleasure. Do you understand?”

  The serpent grunted and thrust his pelvis forward.

  Lenore gave a seductive laugh. “I think you want this.” She licked up the length of his cock and slid her tongue across the slit. Salty moisture was weeping out, and she sucked away every drop. When her lips finally surrounded his erection, small huffing noises and the rise of his hips let her know that she was giving him great pleasure. Lenore concentrated on the areas beneath his ridges that, because of his excited response, she quickly intuited were most sensitive. She sucked and licked, feeling his length swell in her mouth. He was so big to start with, that this increase in size nearly had her gagging, but she managed to control the reflex, breathed deeply, and continued her ministrations.

  His short, sharp grunts kept time with his hip thrusts, and once she relaxed her throat fully and got used to his girth, the texture of his hard cock moving in and out of her wet mouth felt wanton and exquisite on her tongue.

  The pulsing started at the root of his shaft, and she knew he was close to coming.

  Lenore drew back to prolong the outcome, and Anshar growled in protest, thrusting her head back over his groin with a clawed hand. She grinned around his cock. So that’s the way he wanted it, huh? She sucked his rod back down to the depth of her throat and swallowed around him, reaching up to wrap his balls in her soft hand at the same time, feeling them draw up tight. He moaned deep in his serpent throat and stilled in that heart-stopping moment before ejaculation.

  Lenore clenched her lips around the hard shelled base of his cock, holding him deep, and swallowed again. His whole body twitched and flexed. She felt the semen work up from his testicles and pump into his cock, then he shot his hot cum deep into Lenore’s throat.

  She drank it all down eagerly. He tasted wonderful, Lenore thrummed. The pure wantonness of the act revved her up again until all she could think of was having that luscious, hard prick inside of her.

  “You are every woman’s fantasy,” Lenore purred, swallowing the last of him down and licking her lips. She wondered if he understood. She’d try some words that he could not mistake.

  “Do you want to fuck me?”

  He nodded his head, his flat nose flaring. So. Good to know. There were some things that transcended the human-serpent language barrier. Now, the million dollar question. Could she give him more control?

  “From now on, you can move your body and mine any way you want, but you must not hurt me. If I say stop, you must stop—”

  Before Lenore finished talking, he’d pushed her off her knees so she was once again flat on her back. He climbed on top of her and began teasing her nipples lightly with his claws. He seemed to find it amusing as she wiggled closer, trying to get him to deepen the pressure. He lowered his head and scraped one long, sharp fang across each tip, eliciting an indrawn breath from her, then he rose up as if to make sure she had liked it. Hell, yes! Could anything feel this good?

  Lenore gave him assurance by lifting her full breasts, presenting them to Anshar again. He came back for seconds with gusto. If his burgeoning cock was any indication, he really loved
this game.

  Lenore, aware that he was rock hard again, reached for his erection. He slapped her hand away with a growl. What was he doing? She’d given him control, so he must have something in mind. She didn’t have time to think. He flipped her over onto her belly with one quick movement and a soft whoosh of air escaped from between her lips.

  Anshar spread her thighs and moved in between them, wrapping his coarse hands around her waist and growling lustily before lifting her bottom so she was on her knees with her elbows resting on the bed. He was going to enter her from behind. Her sex clenched eagerly at the idea. But did he remember how big his cock had become? Would he…gulp…be gentle?

  In this position, her glistening pussy was exposed, and he must have liked what he saw because he ran a claw reverently through her moisture. She couldn’t stop a moan as she pressed backward for more. When his hard-shelled tip prodded at her entrance, easing its way in, she wanted to scream again it felt so good. Those ridges hit every nerve ending on her inner walls as his cock probed deeper. He let her know how inviting he found her enveloping softness, by the short, rhythmic moans that burst from his throat at every hard-won inch.

  As he moved into her tight core, she recognized the difference in their body temperatures this time—the chill of his cock in serious contrast to the warmth of her pussy. It made her shiver deliciously. He was taking his time, moving ever so slowly, and Lenore was impatient. She needed to be filled now. She tried to move her hips back toward him, but he held her tightly, smacked her ass, and gave a warning growl.

  Lenore whimpered. “Don’t be so gentle,” she rasped. “I need to feel you deep inside. Forget what I said before and just fuck me the way you want to!”

  She thought he’d thrust all the way in then, and was surprised to find him still moving slowly forward. Anshar’s serpent could be careful? If she wasn’t so preoccupied with the needs of her pussy, she’d almost laugh. She’d bet Anshar would be shocked that his god-brain had this much say in the matters of the serpent. Beast or god, some part of him knew that she needed to get used to the feel of those bumps. She trembled delightfully at the fullness in her cunt. How much cock was left? How far would he push, and could she take it all?

  Lenore’s brain registered his sigh of pleasure and she felt his balls resting against her clit. He had pressed his dick all the way in.

  He gave her a minute to get used to him, then licked down her back from neck to ass with his crazy-long tongue. Then he began to move. Long sure strokes worked her begging pussy, hard and demanding. Lenore came back against him each time he was seated deeply, meeting him thrust for thrust. She could feel the ridges moving in and out, stimulating her beyond anything she could have imagined. The rough texture, along with the coldness of his prick, brought her inner walls alive. He grabbed her long platinum hair and wrapped it around his fist for leverage, using the other hand to reach beneath her to tease her clit with his claws and inflame her even higher.

  Lenore couldn’t breathe! He growled with pleasure, and she approached an orgasm so intense that every fiber in her body was locked onto it. There was no room for anything else. When she finally peaked, it was with a series of pants and cries wrenched from between her lips as her cunt spasmed and clutched. The contractions seemed to last forever. Her pussy milked his cock, grabbing onto his still rigid dick with her inner muscles and pulling at him. He quickened his pace, his breathing speeding up until he came, too, with a guttural howl. The coldness of his ejaculate reached deep into her womb, and she couldn’t help but scream out in surprised rapture as the chilled cum caused a new round of quaking in the walls of her pussy. Dear gods, she didn’t want it to stop.

  This time, when they’d both had a chance to catch their breath, his long forked tongue skated up her spine, stopping at her neck. Still joined, he growled a question in her ear, and she knew without hesitation, what he asked.

  “Yes, Anshar. It was good. It was more than good, it was unbelievable!” His prick inside her twitched. He hissed, low and satisfied. The serpent liked her answer.

  He gave her a final squeeze around the waist, and carefully withdrew before rolling away. Lenore followed him with her eyes. He settled on his back, his fangs showing in a wide serpent smile. Yup. She bit back a laugh. There was one happy and relaxed beast. Relaxed enough so that now was as good a time as any. Lenore took a deep breath and leaned over Anshar. She reached for his neck and began to unlock the collar.

  The serpent’s hand shot up and covered hers. He growled, long and low.

  “Don’t worry, Anshar. Trust me,” she said. Her mother had said this would work, and Lenore hoped she was right. When his grip faltered, she quickly slid the collar from his throat.

  “There. You’re free.”

  He leaped from the bed and went as far across the room as he could. He grabbed his head in agitation and threw menacing looks in her direction. Clearly, he was trying to stay away from her, fearing that he might hurt her if she came too close.

  Lenore had no such trepidation. This was the serpent who, given his preference, had entered her tender canal so slowly and patiently. She was confident now of success.

  Lenore got up off the bed and gradually approached. The serpent snorted and snarled, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

  She held out both hands in supplication and began to sing. At first, she wasn’t sure if he heard her. With his hands on his head, he may have been inadvertently blocking his ears. Lenore increased the volume of her song.

  Anshar finally heard and brought his gaze to hers. There was no mistaking that his eyes warmed. His breathing began to slow and the tension in his muscular form gave out as he lowered his arms to his sides. His feet moved of their own accord toward Lenore.

  “That’s right,” she encouraged, taking a breath between verses. Then she continued her song, waiting to see what he would do. He gradually approached and, when he was less than two feet away, he reached for her, drawing her body close, and lowered his cheek to rest on the top of her head. He enfolded her with such care that tears instantly sprang to her eyes to streak in wet rivulets down her cheeks. He might have been upset, had he seen the wetness, but Lenore had no fear. They were tears of pure joy.

  She finally and unequivocally knew that she could have both Anshar and the serpent.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Dagon pushed his way into the busy little bar. The place was hopping for 1:00 a.m., despite the look of it—decaying clapboards in faded brown that could have used paint ten years ago and cracked windows covered in twisted metal cages that must have been attacked with baseball bats or crowbars. He sighed. Great. Another pitiful night in Chicago.

  Dagon wended his way through the crowd and headed for the bar. One quick drink and he’d be on his way. This was the fifth such establishment he’d scoped out in the past couple of hours, and he was ready to call it quits.

  Where was the high he had experienced during the first few weeks of his awakening? Where was his drive and relentless ambition? Now all he wondered was where he could hide for a few hours until it was time for his men to rendezvous back at the hotel. If there was a good spot at the bar, this might be as innocuous a place as any to lose himself until he was due back.

  As luck would have it, he spotted one stool wedged into a corner at the very end of the bar where it formed a V with a paper-pealed wall. The human occupying it was very drunk, and Dagon knew it would take no effort at all to compel the man to vacate.

  “I need that stool, friend.” Dagon looked deep into the mortal’s bloodshot eyes and was rewarded for his efforts as the drunk stumbled to his feet and garbled something unintelligible. Dagon used his superior mind to unravel the syllables and quickly reassured the man.

  “I’ll take care of your tab, buddy. They won’t kick you out next time you’re here.” Dagon slid onto the cracked leather barstool and waited to catch the bartender’s eye. It seemed like there was only one tending, tonight. He was an older gentleman, tough looking for his a
ge, with tattoos up and down both muscular forearms. He reminded Dagon a little of Ishkur, but Ishkur was at least six inches taller.

  The question had just entered Dagon’s mind as to why the man was all alone on such a busy night, when the bartender barked toward a pair of swinging doors behind him that were situated next to the cash register.

  “Abe! What the hell is taking you so long with that case? Get your ass moving!”

  “Fuck you!” came the response that probably only Dagon with his superior hearing deciphered. It was a hard toned feminine voice and Dagon felt his spine tingle in response. That was strange. He was suddenly on edge—good or bad, he couldn’t tell. Quite obviously, the night had already been too long. He needed a drink, and fast.

  The doors pushed open to reveal a taut, round ass encased in tight jeans. The woman’s back was to Dagon, but he could see the lovely, well-defined, cut muscles in her upper arms and across her T-shirt clad back, where she hefted the large case of liquor. The god’s mouth went dry.

  He was suddenly suffused with panic. No! He couldn’t do this. He should leave before she turned around. Her short-cropped, mouse-colored curls had his guts clenching. This was bad. This was really bad! Dagon tried to stand, but he couldn’t get his feet to move. He must have groaned as the woman thrust the case at her gray-haired partner and turned around, because the guy on the stool next to him gave him a dirty look.

  “If you’re going to puke, buddy, do it in the other direction. Target me, and I’ll use your face to wipe it up.”

  “I’m not about to be sick…” Dagon’s cheeks felt numb and chilled as the words whisperingly left his mouth. He never glanced at the guy. His gaze was focused on the petite bartender.

  A vision of loveliness filled his eyes.

  It was her. This was the girl they’d been looking for—Holly Abelard—hence, “Abe,” the name the other bartender had called her. Dagon swallowed. This should be a good thing. Here was the answer to all his problems. Finding the girl would keep him from hell, but there was one problem.