Things That Go Bump In The Night

by Jaid Black

  “You told me no tricks!” Janna almost wailed, but she wasn’t sure she was wailing over his deceit or the way his teeth felt on her nipple. “You turned the damn lights off again!”

  Ted looked up. “That wasn’t me, Janna. That’s you. Or perhaps it’s you and me together. We’re a powerful combination, darling.” Then he went back to what he’d been doing.

  “I can’t—Damn it, Ted, don’t do that—oooh, that does feel good. Touch me there again. No, wait. Ted, I have nothing to do with electricity—yes, there—I mean, I didn’t make the lights go out.”

  Janna knew she wasn’t exactly making sense, but how could she think when his hands were stroking her clit so knowingly and his mouth was nipping and licking her second nipple into a long, hard point?

  “Oh yes, you do.” Ted sounded as if he was struggling to concentrate. “That’s when I was sure we were meant for each other. You blow my house’s fuses as well as mine. Oh, God, Janna! Do that again.”

  Janna had finally discovered the pleasure of trying to talk and fuck at the same time. And torturing your partner with sex while you listened to what he was saying. Janna bit the tip of her tongue hard as she used her hands to grasp Ted’s delightful penis.

  “You’re saying this is my fault?” Janna asked.

  “Right now everything is your fault, sweetheart,” Ted groaned. “Including the light failure.”

  He picked her up and almost threw her on the floor.

  “Damn, Ted, I’m going to get carpet burns!” Janna yelped.

  “Serves you right.” Ted nipped her thigh and she yelped again.

  And then it was much too late to laugh or joke or do anything but let the increasing passion and tension build. Janna whimpered as her legs clung to Ted’s waist. She’d been the crazy one to think she wanted to be rid of him or of this forever.

  "Did you really think you could give up the feel of my cock inside you? Or that I'd leave that warm pussy of yours?" Ted grinned at her as he slid his cock deeper into her aching sheath, grinding his hips against her. "Tell me what you want."

  "You!" Janna didn't care how desperate she sounded anymore. She didn't care about anything but the feel of his cock sliding inside her.

  She drummed at his back with her heels, demanding more. She knew she scratched and cried and squeezed trying to get more. Ted understood her perfectly and gave her what she demanded, sinking his hard, hot cock into her over and over again. The sound of their bodies slamming together became a music of its own, like the roar of the waves at the sea. She thought she might go through the floor with some of his thrusts.

  Janna knew she couldn’t stand more. "Now!" she screamed. Lightning seemed to crack in the air. Suddenly the tension released into one overwhelming surge of bliss. As she cried out her climax, the light went back on above her. Ted groaned a half-second later, shuddering over her. Janna shut her eyes again, just enjoying the feel of his body quaking against hers.

  “Now whose fault is it?” Ted demanded at last in a faint voice. “It wasn’t my climax that made the lights go back on, Ms. O’Neill!”

  Ted was getting much too good at arguing.

  “Never mind that,” Janna sidestepped. “What kind of amends did you have in mind, Ted?”

  “What?”

  “You said you needed to make amends to my family or me.” Janna pushed her hair back and got up on her elbows to survey her somewhat worse-for-wear lover. “What did you have in mind?”

  Ted smiled. “If you think I haven’t done enough, I guess I’ll just have to atone some more.” He reached for her again.

  Janna laughed and squirmed. “I don’t think I meant that, exactly,” she protested.

  “I did…I really do want to try for some slow and hard—and tender—sex with you. Shall we try again now? You’re much too charming to keep my hands off you for long.”

  Damn. Wait until she told Erica and Nancy that someone had actually called her charming. Janna’s fingers curled themselves into Ted’s long hair. Then again, she could wait to tell them. She had more important things to do. Like charm the man again.

  Naughty Nancy – Book 4 ½: Trek Mi Q’an

  © Jaid Black, 2001. All Rights Reserved.

  Part II

  To Dot’s margaritas & Lori’s scenarios

  To Crissy & knowledge-seeking

  To Kris & love grottos

  To Maryam & patience [ahem]

  To Mary & cheap husbands *sigh*

  To Marty & cheap husbands *another sigh*

  To Gis & Lamby *very big sigh*

  To NN’s harem & kadin *wiggles eyebrows*

  To the women on the Jaid Black bulletin board…

  …for grinning knowingly when you read this.

  I’ll see you in Scotland, Nancy ;)

  Chapter 1

  Hunting Grounds of the F’al Vader Pack

  Planet Khan-Gor (“Planet of the Predators”)

  Seventh Dimension, 6067 Y.Y. (Yessat Years)

  “Ahhh…CHOO!”

  Nancy’s eyes squinted shut as her entire body shuddered from the violence of a sneeze. She sneezed three times more in rapid succession, then waved her hands madly about to clear the puff of whitish smoke that was swirling around her like a cranky cloud.

  Damn it! she mentally wailed. What weird concoction had that old witch blown at her? It was translucent white and very sticky, much like a resin.

  Nancy harrumphed as she absently studied her hands. She never should have decided to take a break from Lori’s party. She never should have exited outside to the back alley in order to regain her composure. So what if a man had engaged her in conversation, she thought acidly. Any normal woman would have been able to sustain a casual conversation with a man without finding it necessary to take a break and air herself out before resuming said conversation.

  Damn it!

  Nancy’s lips pinched together in a glower. Perhaps she really should have taken that job in Alaska. She doubted she would have gotten so fidgety around a mountain man. She doubted she would have cared whether or not such a male found her impressive enough to seduce. Her biggest concern with impressing a mountain man would have been whether or not she looked inbred enough to suit his sexual taste.

  Nancy’s back went ramrod straight. Damn it!

  This was enough mental babbling, she babbled to herself. She’d gotten her air—as well as some weird sticky white junk blown at her by the feisty old witch!—so it was time to go back inside and continue the conversation she’d been having but minutes prior with Justin. Justin seemed like a good enough sort, she assured herself with a harrumph. He wasn’t an athletic hunk by any stretch of the imagination, but then again she doubted Playboy would be contacting her anytime soon begging her to pose for a centerfold spread.

  Her lips pinched together in a frown. Damn it!

  Nancy supposed that if she possessed a body worthy of Playboy, she probably wouldn’t be so damned unsure of herself where the opposite gender was concerned. But she didn’t and she was. She’d just have to figure out a way to get over it.

  One thing was for certain, she thought as she finished clearing the air of the whitish smoke with her hands, her goal of getting laid tonight would be a hell of a lot easier to accomplish if Justin were a more forceful type. As is she felt as if she was the one doing all the seducing—hardly an easy feat for a woman who’d been known as a reclusive social mouse not even a full day ago.

  Nancy took a deep breath as she squared her shoulders.

  It was time to go back inside. It was time to rejoin the party. It was time to seduce the hell out of nerdy, geeky Justin. She was a warrior woman now, she reminded herself with a sniff. Xena. Phoenix from the—

  Bah! She was going to fuck that little dweeb tonight if it was the last thing she ever did. Enough said.

  Her chin went up a notch. Her nostrils flared. She was determined, damn it. Horny and determined. She hadn’t purchased those condoms tucked away in her scabbard for nothing.

 
; Gritting her teeth, she took a resolute step toward the backdoor entrance to Lori’s party. Warrior woman, she silently reiterated as her nostrils flared impossibly further. Alpha female, she silently grunted, her muscles flexing.

  It was time to go back inside. It was time to rejoin the party. It was time to…

  It was time to figure out where in the hell she was.

  “Oh shit.” Nancy’s jaw dropped open as the air finally cleared of the whitish smoke and she got her first unimpeded look at her surroundings. Her eyes widened and her teeth clicked shut as it dawned on her that she was standing in some sort of a…nest?

  “What the hell,” she muttered.

  Nancy gaped down at her feet, noting that the structure she was standing in was silver and glittery, the fabric of it similar to that of twined tree bark—silver, glittery, twined tree bark. Worse yet, there were animal pelts scattered all about the nest, as if it had been recently occupied.

  She gulped. If the nest had been recently occupied, it didn’t take an Einstein to figure out that whatever had occupied it would probably come back. And it might not like to share…

  “Shit.” Her heart pounding, Nancy swore under her breath as she quickly made her way to the other side of the glittery silver nest. The nest swayed a bit, so she immediately came to a standstill, then crept slowly to the side, careful not to rock it.

  She was in shock, she knew. She had no idea where she was or how she had gotten here but—

  “Oh. My. God.” Nancy’s entire body froze in place when she reached one wall of the nest and glanced to the terrain that surrounded it. Or more to the point, when she glanced to the terrain that didn’t surround it. “I am in a damn tree,” she said in a monotone. “The witch actually put me in a tree.”

  In so much as she could tell, there was no land on any side of the nest to step off onto. It appeared to be high up—very, very high up, she uneasily noted—perched up in a tree and surrounded on all sides by a towering view of a silverish, icy-looking mountainscape hundreds of feet below it.

  Her heart rate soared. Silver-ice mountains? Hundreds of feet below her?

  She gulped. She’d always been afraid of heights. The nest she was currently standing in was up higher than she’d ever been before. If she couldn’t see any land directly below the nest, then that could only mean that—

  She gasped, noting for the first time that a pointed piece of silver ice jutted up from the middle of the nest. That could only mean that…

  She swallowed roughly. That could only mean that…

  That could only mean that the nest was impaled upon a narrow, pointed piece of icecap. One singular piece of ice was all that held the nest up, she thought hysterically, was all that stood between keeping the nest perched upright on the mountain apex and allowing the nest to plummet only God knows how far to the ground.

  Damn it! I’m going to kill that witch!

  Blood rushed to Nancy’s head, pounded through her veins. Her heart rate accelerated impossibly higher as a near-maddening hysteria bubbled up inside of her. Her eyes wide with fright, she opened her mouth and did the only thing she could think to do in such a situation.

  She screamed. Loudly.

  “Help Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

  She screamed out her platitude three times more, her voice hoarse when at last she stopped. Panting for air, she braved another glance over the ledge, immediately noting that the plummet from up in the nest didn’t look anymore welcoming than it had before she’d started wailing like a baby.

  “Damn it!” she screeched.

  Mountains. For as far as the eye could see there was nothing but mountains. And silver ice. The ice was everywhere, coated everything, and formed slick shields on mountains that were so tall she couldn’t see their bottoms.

  “What. Is. Going. On,” she bit out.

  A gust of icy wind hit her in the face, inducing her to realize for the first time just how cold it was up here…wherever up here was. Shivering, she raised her hands and began to briskly rub them up and down her arms, absently working the chill bumps out of her flesh while simultaneously wracking her brain for a way out of her predicament.

  She bit her lip. She was up in a nest. The nest was perched on top of one of those pointed mountain apexes she’d just seen below. How would she ever get out of here? And when—and if—she did get out, where to then?

  Her nostrils flared to wicked proportions. Alaska. Why the hell hadn’t she taken that job in Alaska? “Damn old witch,” she mumbled under her breath. “I should never have given her my last stick of gum. I should have…”

  She didn’t know why, couldn’t say what premonition it was that instructed her to shut up and look down, but slowly—ever so slowly—Nancy’s eyes trailed down her body until she ascertained that…

  Yep, she was butt naked.

  Damn it!

  Ooooh, she thought angrily, her lips coming together to form a snarl, the witch had gone too far this time. Not only was she stuck in a silvery glitter nest made of twined bark, not only was the nest thousands of feet off the nearest ground, not only was her body covered in a sticky white residue, not only was it colder than she didn’t know what up here, but she was also naked. Butt naked.

  Her hands fisted into tight balls and fell to her sides. When she got out of this place—and she would get out of it—she was going to strangle that old witch and enjoy the depraved activity with every cell of her being. So this is the thanks she was to receive for being kind to that woman, she thought melodramatically. She couldn’t believe this was her reward for being nice enough to give the old woman the last stick of gum she’d had on her, the very one she’d tucked away in her…

  “Scabbard.” Nancy let out a breath of relief when she realized she might be naked, but she still had her sword and scabbard with her. She didn’t know why that knowledge gave her such comfort, but it did. Perhaps it was because the sword was, at present, the only connection she had to the world she’d been transported from. Perhaps it was because the sword—useless as it no doubt was since she didn’t know how to use it—would still offer her minimal protection from any predator that might think to reclaim its nest while she was occupying it. Whatever the reason, it did the trick and helped her to calm down a bit.

  “I have to get out of here,” she murmured, her brown eyes darting warily back and forth.

  Just then another gust of chillingly cold wind slammed into her face, inducing her flesh to goosebump. Her teeth chattering, she sank slowly to her knees and ran her hands over one of the animal pelts lining the nest. It was warm and fuzzy, and very inviting at the moment.

  As she looked around she noted that the sun was rapidly fading and that darkness would soon overtake this mountain she was stranded atop. The darkness, she thought nervously, would cause the temperature to plummet even lower.

  She spent a threadbare moment considering her options, but realized rather quickly that she didn’t have any to consider. There was no getting off this mountaintop without aid. She would have to bide her time and pray that the old witch decided to poof her back to Salem in the morning.

  Climbing under the intoxicatingly warm animal pelts, Nancy expelled a deep breath as she fell asleep with her sword laid against her backside. It was there, the still-warm metal reassuringly within reaching distance if she needed it.

  Drowsy, confused, angry, but mostly frightened, she allowed herself to succumb to slumber, hoping against hope that she was already asleep and would wake up to find that all of this had been no more than a bad dream.

  When her gaze flicked up and she took notice of four crimson full moons tinting the nighttime sky atop the mountain a haunting blood red, she closed her eyes and told herself it simply had to be a dream.

  A very horrific, intensely frightening, could-drive-a-woman-to-drink, bad dream.

  Damn it!

  Chapter 2

  Vorik F’al Vader, the eldest of seven sons and heir to his sire Yorin’s dominion, landed silently on the ground,
careful to make not a sound. He shape-shifted immediately from his winged kor-tar form and landed on humanoid feet, his heavily muscled body nigh unto naked, save the kilt wrapped about his waist and the pair of knee-high silver muu hide boots he wore.

  Slowly, his dark-haired head came up, his acute silver eyes scanning the mountainside for any sign of yenni movement. He felt the excitement of the hunt coursing through his veins knowing ‘twas at long last time to round up his own pen of pets. Some would be bartered at market, aye, but most he would keep for himself.

  What made a yenni so valuable was not only the she-beast’s insatiable hunger for humanoid male seed, but ‘twas also the sheer beauty of her fertile form—the fleshiness of her hips, the milkiness of her pale skin, the way she’d daintily flick her tail about whilst she suckled seed from a Khan-Gori male’s cock…

  Vorik sighed a bit dreamily, and with much anticipation. He had seen eighteen Yessat years as of this moon-rising so now ‘twas his rite of passage into manhood to take as many yenni as he desired into his keeping…and into his bedfurs. For years he had fantasized about what it might feel like to have a hoard of females suckle from him, drink from him, feed from him. He would care for them well, he knew, making himself and his cock ever available to see to their appetites.

  He was a selfless Barbarian, he told himself with a sniff. No matter how much seed his pets would wish to suckle from him, he’d see to it he provided them with it. Aye, he was forever putting the needs of others before his own. He was forever thinking of the happiness of other creatures before he saw fit to care for himself. He was forever—

  Bah! He wished to have his cock suckled til ‘twas possible it fell off. Enough said.

  Vorik took a deep breath and closed his eyes, drinking crisp cold air into his lungs. He needed to calm himself, he knew, for his man sac was already tight and nigh unto bursting just thinking about the hunting booty that would soon be his. ‘Twas cruel indeed the ancient custom that forbade a Khan-Gori male to lose his virginity until he saw eighteen Yessat Years, for it seemed that his cock and man sac had been in desperate need of satiation ever since the moon-rising he’d turned twelve.