by Jaid Black
Vorik, she mentally moaned.
I wish it to last, he answered, his teeth gritting, I wish it to—ahh gods.
On a loud roar he prepared to explode, the intense feeling of her pussy contracting around his cock forcing him into it. He had heard tell that a Bloodmate’s cunt would suck a Khan-Gori male’s staff dry, but not until now did he know that the gossip was true.
Verily, her flesh squeezed him in a series of intense contractions until he could withstand no more, until he was moaning and groaning and growling from the pleasure of it. Vorik pounded into her wet flesh twice more, then clawed her hips to force her into peaking with him as he emptied his seed deep inside of her.
For three more hours they mated thusly, over and over, again and again. With each mating Vorik became more animalistic, drinking her blood to heighten the delirious ecstasy for both of them, scratching at her hips to make her tremor and convulse around his cock.
He took her with the violence of his species, primal in a way he could never be while she was in her humanoid form. Only one time during the entire mating did she snarl at him to get off of her, and that was only after she’d been effectually impregnated with a pup and wanted some rest. Vorik, a virgin just a week ago, wanted more and more and more of her pussy, refusing to stop until he burst again and again inside of her.
When Nancy protested with a growl, his answering roar of denial followed by a sharp nick to the shoulder silenced her. Obediently, she pressed one side of her face to the ground and hoisted her hips up further that he might root in her as deeply and as much as he desired.
Vorik grunted in satisfaction, a snort of male arrogance puncturing the night as he impaled her flesh over and over again with his. Amidst a mating frenzy, he pummeled her roughly, mounting her for another solid hour, spurting seed into her flesh more times than either of them could count.
When finally he was sated, when his balls were drained of all seed, Vorik curled his gargantuan-sized body around hers, and they prepared to sleep together that way, still in kor-tar form so that the icy elements around them had no negative effect.
Nancy grunted, wanting closer contact.
Vorik slid his penis into her from behind, that both of them had the constant contact they craved.
They fell asleep, two Bloodmates bound together in every way possible.
Chapter 7
Nancy awoke the next morning in humanoid form. Vorik’s body, still in kor-tar form, was curled around her, thwarting the iciness of the landscape from adversely affecting her. Without his skin emitting constant, toasty-warm heat, she guessed she’d be dead in the matter of an hour. She shivered at the thought, then snuggled up closer to him as a matter of self-preservation.
Nancy worried her bottom lip as she realized for the first time that Vorik was still in his gargoyle form. She’d seen him that way last night, but last night she had looked at him through the eyes of a similar predator. This morning, right now, she found herself afraid to get her first good look at him through a human’s eyes for when she did she would know precisely what it was she had evolved into.
Her memories of the metabolic changes she’d undergone while cocooning weren’t numerous. And those that did exist weren’t so much memories as they were impressions. A feeling of rebirth, of rejuvenation, of acquiring heightened senses, and of gaining more acute…everything. Eyes that had once required spectacles or contact lenses to see could now scan terrain a mile or more off in the distance. Ears that she’d once considered to be superiorly adept at hearing would now feel deaf in comparison if she was to listen through them again.
Nancy closed her eyes briefly, drawing in a calming breath of air. She needed to see him, she told herself. She needed to know what it was human eyes would see when they looked at him—and when they looked at her. How could she ever hope to go back to earth if…
Dear God, she thought on a pang of emotion, why was the thought of leaving Vorik, a man she’d known all of a week, so horrible? So empty?
She sighed, for the first time sincerely doubting she’d be able to feel sane without him in her life. Not just in her life, but in her constant presence. The reassuring, steady beat of his heart thumping gently against her back did more to quell her restlessness than she wished it did. Because that quelling, that calming, could only mean one thing: she well and truly would go insane without having him near her.
Nancy’s head came up slowly, her round brown eyes finding Vorik’s alert crimson red ones. He was awake. Awake and in gargoyle form. Her breath caught. They stared into each other’s eyes.
In that instant, as she witnessed the sadness in his gaze, as she heard a low, pained sound rumble gently up from his throat, she knew what Vorik was thinking without needing him to mentally or verbally send the words out to her. He was hurting on the inside, wondering to himself if she’d ever be able to truly love a man who was also a beast.
In a rush of impressions she saw Khan-Gor’s past swim before her mind’s eye, a past that included the closing off of the silver-ice planet called Khan-Gor to outsiders. A fear of their people, namely what their people were able to do genetically, had caused males from other planets to seek them out in an effort to destroy their race.
In a way, it had worked.
For several millenniums the planet had remained shielded in an invisible cloak of ice until all outsiders had forgotten of their existence and the pack leaders felt it was safe to lower their guard a bit. Even then no Khan-Goris had ventured off planet until the situation had become so grim that the males of their species were left with little choice but to look elsewhere for their Bloodmates, for they weren’t likely to find them on Khan-Gor.
Indeed, Nancy saw as she closed her eyes, female-born Khan-Goris were all but non-existent, their numbers sparse. Nature, it seemed, had never intended for Khan-Gori males to mate within their own race, a phenomenon that no doubt kept the gene pools aired out and healthy, and kept females who were transformed into predators breeding dominant, robust sons. To breed within the race could cause madness amongst the offspring, and in one fatal case it had created a monster…
She opened her mind further to Vorik and saw a scene replaying in his memories. The memory was of Vorik’s father imparting unto his son the telling of a legend, of how he had been the first Khan-Gori male in three thousand years to venture off planet in search of his Bloodmate, how he had found Jana, Vorik’s mother, and how he had brought her home.
But nothing, of course, had been quite that simple.
Nancy’s heart clenched when she saw Vorik’s first memory, a memory that had occurred just moments after his birth. His mother Jana, who had been on the run from Vorik’s father at the time, had been frightened of her kor-tar son upon seeing him flutter out from between her legs. So frightened, in fact, that she had refused to hold him in her arms, or to feed him at her breast, after she had birthed him.
Nancy’s bottom lip trembled as the scene continued to play out.
Jana, who had refused to shape-shift into her kor-tari form beyond her first emergence from the cocoon, had spent the next few days staring off into space unblinking, a blank expression on her face. Vorik had cried often from within their hiding place, the cries of a newborn baby needing fed. But she had ignored him, hearing nothing, seeing nothing, never acknowledging his existence.
And then one day, thankfully before Vorik had starved to death, his mother had regained her broken mind. Jana had been out of the cave they were hiding in, wandering about aimlessly, when a deadly intruder had snuck in with the intent of killing her tiny son.
His mother, who had been weakened at the time from days of not eating, had sensed the intrusion into the cavern and in a burst of power and speed, had shape-shifted into her gargoyle form and killed the intruder with one swift backhanded slap. Because of the spikes that jut out from a female’s arms when in animal form, the kill had been quick and efficient, impaling the enemy and killing him instantaneously.
When it was finally over, and
Jana knew that the threat to her son had passed, she had broke down crying, regaining her sanity in the process. Forgive me, Vorik, she had sobbed, at last placing the helpless newborn at her breast. For the love of the goddess, please forgive me, my son…
Nancy’s eyes opened slowly, unspilled tears causing her lashes to glisten as her gaze clashed with her Bloodmate’s. Vorik had, of course, forgiven his mother for he loved her fiercely, but his heart had never forgotten the rejection.
Vorik made no movement to force Nancy to stay close to him. He simply laid there and waited for her judgment, his sad crimson eyes flicking over her face. Can you love me? she thought she heard him say softly in her mind. Can you accept me for what I am?
Nancy’s breath caught as she looked at him through the eyes of a humanoid, as she studied his features and found her hand coming up to gently memorize his face with her palm and fingers. His eyes closed briefly at the soothing contact, opening again to watch her expression, to see for himself how she felt.
In that poignant moment, all thoughts of earth, all memories of her former life and friends, dimmed in importance until they had all but faded away. Nancy smiled gently at her Bloodmate, finding nothing lacking, realizing as she did that he was the most powerful and glorious life-form she’d ever been granted the privilege of seeing.
He was carved of sleek silver, his muscles plentiful and fierce. His face, even in kor-tar form, was harshly handsome. Though he was bald like any gargoyle would be while in this form, she found the effect made him appear all the more formidable and virile…not to mention terribly sexy.
“Yes,” she murmured, her eyes meeting his. She smiled, searching his face. “I can love you.”
His breathing hitched as he stared at her, but he spoke not a word. And then, in the blink of an eye, he picked her up in his arms and flew off at top speed, neither descending nor slowing until they reached the cavern she’d incubated in while evolving in the cocoon.
He laid her down gently on a bed of animal hides, then came down on his knees before her, still in kor-tar form. Nancy experienced a moment’s panic when he splayed her thighs wide before him, then bent his head and licked from her anus to her clit in one wet, rough swipe. She remembered how violently they’d mated as gargoyles the evening prior, so she felt a slight hesitation as it became apparent that he wanted to mount her while she was still in human form.
Their gazes locked. “I shall never hurt you, little one,” he said softly. He took a calming breath. “Please do this thing for me, that I might know in my heart you accept me as both man and beast.”
Nancy smiled gently, unafraid. She knew he’d never hurt her. She’d only needed the reassurance. “Okay,” she whispered back in his language.
His breath rushed out as he lowered his face between her legs and lapped at her pussy with his rough tongue. She gasped immediately, for his tongue in kor-tar form was even more abrasive than it was in humanoid form, which sent tremors immediately jolting through her. When she considered the sinfully provocative sight they made, a human woman who was willingly spreading her legs for a gargoyle’s wicked sexual ministrations, her nipples hardened into painfully tight peaks.
Nancy glanced down to where his mouth was lapping at her flesh and shivered with arousal. His silver gargoyle face was pressed against her pussy, his crimson eyes watching her as he suckled her clit. He built her to a peak in a matter of moments, the sucks he made to her clit so fast that it looked as though he was munching on her flesh. She groaned, her head falling back against the animal hides, her eyes closing as her nipples jutted up in arousal.
“Vorik.”
He suckled on her clit harder, his rough tongue simultaneously flicking the sensitive head in a show of sensual accomplishment no human male could ever master. She bucked up on a groan, then wrapped her legs around his neck and pressed his face in closer to her pussy.
Vorik growled against her clit, vibrating it even as he sucked and flicked at it. Nancy screamed in pleasure, gasping out his name as her entire body convulsed on a loud moan of completion. Blood rushed to her face, heating it. Blood rushed to her nipples, elongating them. Vorik raised his head from her soaked flesh, then curled his rough tongue around one jutting nipple, soothing it while simultaneously further arousing it. She sighed contentedly, her eyes still closed as she stroked his gargoyle head.
And then, oh lord and then, Vorik raised his silver head from her breast, licked her nipple one more time, then settled his huge silver body so he sat on his knees between her legs. He lifted her hips, his fingernails scoring them.
“Oh yes.” Nancy’s breathing grew choppier, her nipples harder, as she watched the sinful display of a gargoyle—a male many humans would call a demon—mount her pale white body, the body of a human woman.
His crimson eyes met her wide brown ones. His lips parted in a slight snarl, baring his fangs. She licked her lips, recognizing it as a gesture of arousal on his part. She moaned when his fingernails raked her hips again before his large hands reached her thighs and spread them apart.
On a growl he entered her, seating himself fully, his crimson eyes narrowed into slits of desire. Nancy groaned as she watched his silver cock invade her human body, the sight of her wet pussy sucking him into her flesh an erotic one. “Vorik,” she breathed out, reaching up and running one finger along his left incisor. He shivered in reaction. “Feed from me,” she murmured.
His scarlet eyes widened, not having expected her to accept that part of their mating so soon, so fully.
He growled as his fangs pierced the tender flesh of her neck, his hips rocking back and forth to pound inside of her as he drank of her blood. Nancy came violently, instantly, her moans and groans echoing throughout the cavern as he feasted at her neck, as her body quivered and convulsed from the fierce contractions.
“Vorik.”
His gargoyle head raised from her neck, their gazes clashing as he concentrated on mounting her. She saw his teeth grit as he staved off his orgasm, knowing as she did that he wanted a longer mating before he came.
From somewhere deep inside of himself he must have found his control, for Nancy’s breath caught as she watched through human eyes while her Bloodmate took her in his beast form. He went wild, primal, his fangs baring fully as he sank his cock into her over and over, again and again.
She screamed from the pleasure, knowing every orgasm erupting from within was as much from watching a gargoyle fuck her as from the fucking itself.
Vorik rotated his hips and slammed into her, his fingernails grazing gently at her hips. His low growl lasted the entire time, throughout every of her orgasms, throughout the entire mating ritual.
When he could stand no more, when he thought he’d go insane if he didn’t come, he pounded into her one last time, then on a dominant roar, spurt his hot cum deep inside of her.
Minutes later when the urgency had passed, Nancy found herself once again snuggling up against her Bloodmate to sleep. Only this time it wasn’t the body of a female predator seeking the warmth and security of the beast. It was the body of a humanoid woman.
Chapter 8
One week later
Nancy awoke first, standing up after slowly disentangling their bodies. Last night she had played Fay Wray to his King Kong again, wanting him to take her in his kor-tar form rather than in his humanoid form, and had thoroughly enjoyed every wicked moment of it. She wasn’t certain why really, couldn’t explain why it was that she had felt—and still felt—so aroused by something so simple as her Bloodmate mating her while he was shape-shifted, but making love with a gargoyle had a lot to recommend it…
She blew out a resigned breath, smiling to herself. She more than loved Vorik. She was in love with him as well.
Hadn’t the tiniest part of her, as unrealistic as she’d always known it was, secretly wished Fay Wray would fall as in love with King Kong as the giant ape had with his tiny human captive every time the old black and white movie had been shown on TV? But the real Fay Wray n
ever had, for every time the movie played, she was as desperate to escape King Kong as she’d been the last time. And an hour later, the beloved beast would be dead, having fallen from atop the Empire State Building in his desperation to recapture the tiny woman he loved.
Nancy’s eyes closed sadly as the truth hit her. If she ever ran from Vorik, the same fate would befall him. He’d do anything, including give up his life, just to be able to hold her in his arms. The thought of another male anywhere near her would kill him in a fundamental way no human mind could truly grasp. But because of their blood bond, because of the fact her genetics had been altered, she was able to understand.
She did understand. And because she did, she knew she would never leave him. Not that she had planned to any way. As frightening as this new world was, Khan-Gor was now her home and Vorik was her mate. As terrified as she was to face what the future held, she realized with gut instinct that the future most definitely did not hold earth.
Besides, she thought with a harrumph, she had fangs now. Fangs and wings. She could turn into a gargoyle. And she had orgasms every time she drank blood. Good grief! As if she could go back home! She’d either be locked up in a mental ward, or studied in some weirdo’s lab for the remainder of her days.
Nancy’s eyes flicked over to where Vorik slept, his humanoid body relaxed in deep slumber. She smiled. Her gentle giant. He looked so innocent while sleeping, even though she knew that awake he was as fierce as a raptor.
She studied him a moment longer, then glanced away from her mate, her mind fast-forwarding to later on in the day when they would arrive on F’al Vader lands. They had taken their time getting here, wanting to further explore each other’s minds and bodies before Vorik took her back to his lair.
Maybe, just maybe, Nancy told herself, joining his pack wouldn’t be as frightening as she’d been telling herself it would be. She knew, after all, that Vorik would never hurt her. Nor would he allow another to do so.