by Sahara Kelly
She rubbed her thumb over the tip of his cock, spreading his own moisture gently around the silken tautness of it. “I know. I love you too.”
Then she put her mouth on him and kissed him, stroking her tongue down to the base and back up, slicking her own saliva over him so that her fingers and her lips would slide over his velvety steel muscle like a well-oiled cog in a beautifully male machine.
He groaned as she opened her mouth wide and took him inside. He tasted so—so divine, she wanted to just stop and relish it for a moment or two. But she could feel his body tensing hotly as she savored him and with a sixth sense of sorts, Renny knew he would prefer her to move. To run her tongue beneath the swollen head and tease the little dip she discovered in the ridged landscape of his cock.
His body heat surrounded her, his fragrance filled her nose, the feel of the hairs on his legs as she held him—all these things heightened the experience and allowed her to accept that this was real.
No dream could taste like his cock tasted. No dream could shudder like Raven did as she released him from her lips only to suck him strongly inside once more. No dream could burn the palms of her hands with his fire and no dream could cry out her name as she cupped his sac and gently rolled its precious cargo in time with long loving licks of his cock.
Renny had never considered herself skilled at oral sex. But whatever she did to Raven, he loved. Whatever part of him she cherished—he welcomed. He sighed and groaned and touched her head, her hair—any part of her he could reach.
And before too long, he eased himself away from her, making her frown and pout. She’d so wanted to make him come.
“Don’t, Ren’na. I must not…” He released her, stepping away and panting for breath.
“I don’t understand? Why not? Let me make you come, Raven. Let me finish you, take you to the end? Please? I really want to…”
He shook his head, staggering a little. “Ren’na, I am afraid that the end, as you call it, may well be my end. That a release might overload me. And I’m afraid of what it might do to you if you were…touching me…at that moment. I’m afraid it would kill you too.”
Renny rocked back on her heels as she considered Raven’s words. She thought, frantically turning over all the information she had, tossing ideas aside, considering others.
Within moments she’d reached a conclusion. “Raven, it’s all about sex, isn’t it?” She stood and forced him to sit in his chair. “We love each other, but we were separated eons ago through no fault of our own.”
He blinked at her and nodded. “Yes. I suppose.”
Her hands went to her clothes and she began to strip. “So here’s my thinking. You have never come in my dreams. You’re worried that orgasm might shatter the fragile bond you create with your…raven half. Right?”
“Uhh…yes. Sort of.”
“And…” Renny struggled from her panties, kicking them aside and taking a rather perverse pleasure in watching Raven’s gaze home in on her pussy. “And that might be why we never actually fucked in my dreams. But we did in yours, yes?”
“Well, yes. That’s something new, Ren’na. Something that has only happened since you’ve been here, near me.”
“So…” She moved to Raven’s chair, naked now, warmed by the fire and the heat from Raven himself. “If we make love now that we’re real and not dreaming anymore, one of two things might happen.”
Raven’s throat moved as he swallowed past some obstruction in his throat. Unable to speak, he watched silently as Renny knelt astride his lap and reached for his cock.
“We’re going to make love now, my Raven. We’re going to finally fuck each other into oblivion. We’re going to consummate our relationship and get it back on the track it started all those generations ago. And I don’t care if it kills us both.” She leaned forward, brushing her breasts against him and her lips on his.
Then she grasped his amulet and pulled his hand to cover hers. “There. We are joined around this little magical necklace. You and me.”
Then she settled her legs more comfortably and parted her pussy lips with the head of his cock, sliding down onto the hardness of him in a slow thrust of pure pleasure. She sighed. “Now we are joined in the only other way a man and a woman can be completely joined, Raven.”
He lifted his gaze and stared at her, eyes burning hot with desire and with love. “Yes, my Ren’na’ila. But I am still afraid …”
“Don’t be.” She lifted a finger and laid it on his lips as she started to move her hips. “Don’t be afraid. I’m not.” She lifted up and sank down again, loving the way Raven’s cock filled all the empty places inside her. “Don’t be afraid, my love. Just fuck me. And have faith in the Goddess. She won’t let us down.”
Renny prayed as she took Raven deeply into her soul. She prayed that the Goddess was listening. Because if she wasn’t…
*~~*~~*
Raven tried very hard to focus. He really did. All the reasons why he shouldn’t be doing this were there somewhere, if he could only find them and think about them. But as soon as his Ren’na slid her body onto his and parted her pussy lips for him, he was lost. His brain went for a walk someplace and all he was left with was the sensation of her hot silkiness tugging and sliding over his cock and driving him completely insane with lust.
Dream wandering was one thing—having your woman on your lap, taking you inside her, fucking you with love and enthusiasm—well, that was another. Now he could smell the flowering of her body as she welcomed him into her dark and hot places. Now he could touch the softness of her hips and feel her buttocks move, clenching and releasing as she rose and fell around him. Now he could hear her breaths, watch her throat move as she swallowed, and feel her breasts as they trembled and shuddered with each plunging thrust.
He could hear the sounds of flesh on flesh, the soft kissing of their bodies as his balls met her swollen pussy lips and clung for a second, only to part then to meet once more. She cried out as he began his own thrusting rhythm, sinking deeply as she lowered herself down on him.
She rode him skillfully; her body a mate for his, a joining that had been destined for thousands of years. It had been a long wait for both of them, but now it was ended and with each bounce of her body, Ren’na claimed her lover Raven once more. No dreams, no fanciful settings, just a comfortable old chair, a crackling fire and the wildly wonderful knowledge that the woman he loved was loving him back.
If he had to die, to cease to exist, then Raven knew there would be no other moment quite as fitting. His heart was full, his body mated, his cock deep in the only heat he’d ever desired.
And when the electric stirrings began low in his spine and his balls hardened painfully, Raven knew his orgasm was about to erupt. He grasped Ren’na’s hand tightly, crushing the little fetish bird into her palm. “Hold me, Ren’na. It’s…happening…”
She redoubled her efforts, grinding her clit into his body as she stroked them both fiercely. “I know…” It was a cry from her soul. “I’m coming too. Raven…oh Raven…”
She threw her head back and screamed, going rigid around him and beginning a massive spasm deep in her womb that radiated outward, taking his cock into its coils and clamping down so hard he nearly sobbed.
Nature left him no choice. He let go as well.
Buttocks clenched tightly, Raven felt his sac explode as boiling jets of come seared their way through his cock and out into Ren’na. He lost himself, rocking into his orgasm, filling Ren’na over and over again and erupting in an almost non-stop stream of liquid passion.
She shuddered around him, taking all he had, milking more and more with the vibrating inner walls of her body. She sucked him with muscle spasms, loved him with her body and wrapped her heart around him as she sailed off the edge of the world with him.
Simultaneously they found bliss.
And then Raven’s vision began to blur and shadows crept up behind him, surrounding him with darkness.
*~~*~~*
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bsp; Renny was rocking and rolling through the most amazing orgasm. She’d never been quite so sexually bold with anybody as she’d been with this—this Raven of hers. And she’d loved holding him, sucking him, touching him and finally jumping his bones.
He was all heat and fire and cock—everything she’d known he could be from her dreams, but so much better in person.
When they’d exploded together it had generated the white-hot furnace of a supernova, a galactic blast that had rattled her eyeballs and probably loosened a molar or two.
And she was still shuddering from the aftershocks as she opened her eyes to see Raven paling beneath her.
“Oh God.” She reached for him as his eyes opened—but they were white. There were no pupils, no color to them at all.
“Raven!” It was a shriek of terror, torn from Renny’s throat by the sight of her lover fading away beneath her. She clamped her thighs tightly against his hips—or where his hips should have been.
Instead of the heat of his body, there was a chill, like the slap of wet fog against naked flesh. He was dissolving like some bad special movie effect, even as their orgasm still trembled in the air around them.
“No, Raven, no…please…no…Goddess…”
The words tumbled from Renny’s lips, becoming a scream of pain as the mist expanded to fill her vision and any resemblance to a human form faded from the chair. She was left straddling a white cloud, her pussy wet and cold now that Raven’s cock had gone.
“Noooooo.”
She howled, an animalistic shriek of agony torn from her soul. How could she possibly live on, knowing that the man she’d loved for thousands of years was gone?
She fell, tumbling to the floor in front of the fire, a tangle of limbs and sadness, crying hot tears, sobbing out her distress and fighting for breath to fill lungs that refused to work.
In her hand she still clutched the little raven, the only tangible evidence that the man of her heart had once existed. That and the sticky dampness on her thighs. Her body was empty, her soul bleak and forlorn.
And she crumpled, a small curled figure tucked numbly in on itself.
How long she stayed that way, she had no idea. Heat, cold, light, dark—she was oblivious to it all. She simply wanted to die—to join her Raven for eternity, wherever he was now.
She closed her eyes, still clasping the amulet—her only remaining link to the man whose neck it had once graced.
She had done the unthinkable—united the two halves of the man she’d loved for centuries. Made him real. And now he was gone. She tried to understand, to comprehend how Jakob the raven had been part of her Raven. Had it contained his soul? Had it followed whatever incarnation the mind and body had taken throughout so many generations?
Would he return to haunt her dreams once more or would he be gone forever? That was a pain she wasn’t sure she could endure. And if he was truly gone, what would her life hold in the future?
These were questions to which Renny had no answers, only the deep despair of a love found—and lost.
As she let go, her thoughts strayed to the mysteries of life and death.
There is no death without life. There is no life without love. For love is the light that keeps the darkness of life at bay and banishes the shadows of death.
Finally, Renny slept.
Only to awaken to a firm hand shaking her shoulder. “Wake up, babe. This is a terrible place to fall asleep. You’ll get one helluva backache.”
“Huh?” Groggily, Renny moved, easing the kinks out of her thigh and shivering as she realized the fire had gone out.
“That’s the last time we have sex without electricity. Next time we either go to bed or wait for the power to come back on.”
Renny swallowed and turned, reaching for a blanket that lay across one chair. She covered as much of herself as she could, then looked up at the man standing in front of her.
He was—almost Raven. He was—almost Grey. He was smiling at her with a face full of affection and love, seasoned with a definite belt of desire. He was so familiar to her, like a pair of slippers she’d worn for years. And yet she wasn’t sure she knew him at all.
“Um…and you are…?”
He chuckled and put the wood he’d been carrying into a large box by the fireplace. “Cold and horny, babe. We are on our honeymoon, remember. You haven’t yet had your fill of husbandly attentions and I have yet to explore the full range of my wife’s sexual perversions.” He waggled his eyebrows. “And if you don’t have any I can show you some.”
Renny couldn’t help it, she laughed back. And as she moved the fire flamed up, light twinkling off something on her left hand. She lifted it and watched as the flickers illuminated a plain gold band and its partner, a simple solitaire diamond in an old fashioned setting.
“I never get tired of looking at this ring.” The words fell from her mouth, but Renny knew somehow that they were true.
“I, Jake Corvo, take thee Renny Piccione…forever and always.” He knelt beside her and took her hand in his, running his thumb over the rings. “I take your heart. I take the rest of you too.” He leaned over and tugged the blanket away from her with his teeth, exposing her breast. His tongue found her nipple and played with it, arousing her slowly and making her smile. “And those rings look a helluva lot better on you than they did on my great-grandmother, I have to admit.” He gave her breast a final kiss and leaned back against the chair.
Renny nodded. Yes, they did. His grandmother had a painting of her mother wearing them, but they did look a damn sight better on Renny’s slender fingers. All these things she knew in some odd way, and she was getting more certain of them by the minute.
“Whatcha got there?” Jacob nodded at Renny’s other hand, which was fisted around—something.
“Umm…” She spread her fingers and flattened the palm, holding it up to the firelight so that they both could see. “Well, I’ll be damned…”
The tiny figure of a little alabaster raven lay there, warm from the heat of Renny’s grasp.
“God, that’s lovely.” Jacob leaned over and touched it with his finger. “Where did you find it?”
She blinked and looked up into his dark eyes. The world shifted for a second or two then straightened again. Everything was as it should be. “I’m not sure. Perhaps it was on the floor when I fell asleep. I don’t remember. Odd isn’t it?”
“Not really. Great-grandpapa had a lot of odd things in this house. Looks like he may even have kept a bird at some point.” Jacob nodded at a dusty perch rusting in one corner of the sitting room. “But we’ll have plenty of time to explore over the next couple of weeks. In the meantime…” He wrapped Renny securely in the blanket and lifted her from the floor into his arms. “You’re cold. You need a bath and there’s still plenty of hot water.”
He strode to the door of the room. “It’s going to stop snowing soon, too. They say it’s one of the biggest winter storms on record.” He strode up the stairs to the room they’d taken over for their own. “Of course, they say that about every darn storm that drops more than ten inches in one shot.”
Renny laid her head against her husband’s neck and smiled. She was happier than she’d imagined, being a wife. Their wedding had gone smoothly, weather notwithstanding and they’d arrived here at this New England hideaway just before the full fury of the snow had begun.
Strong hands sneaked beneath the blanket and cupped her breasts. “Are you sore, love?”
She shook her head. “Hell no.”
His laugh echoed beneath her ears. “Good. I’m a bit grubby myself and I reckon we should conserve the hot water, don’t you?”
“Absolutely.”
Renny allowed Jacob to carry her into the bathroom and watched as he ran a tub for the two of them. She helped him strip, then surprised him by dropping to her knees in front of him. “Something is telling me to let the bath cool for a moment or two. I have some unfinished business.”
Jacob opened his mouth to respond
but shut it again as she sucked him deep into her mouth. He tasted just as he’d always tasted. Hot, male, sweet and with a flavor all his own. And it gave her great pleasure to tease him to the very edge of madness, with her lips, her fingers, her hands and her tongue.
And when he erupted into her mouth, she swallowed him, sucking him dry with relish, enjoying the sense of a task finally achieved. It was an odd but fleeting thought, yet it gave her inordinate satisfaction.
As did Jacob when he finally rested her in their bed and insisted he return the favor. With his dark hair sliding over her thighs, Renny knew that only a foolish woman would argue.
She was not a foolish woman.
But she was a tired one. And so she eventually slept.
This time her dream was different…
*~~*~~*
The scent was heated like desert sands and redolent of flowers with no names. Renny was barefoot, sun-warmed tiles paving her way as she strolled in a garden that flourished within the confines of walls made from hand-hewn bricks.
Beside her was a woman, garbed in the finest silk gown. They walked together, yet Renny was aware of her presence in an awed kind of way. This was not a casual acquaintance, nor a relative, but somebody she knew deserved respect and courtesy.
“I am pleased that all is well with you, little Ren’na’ila.” The woman turned to her, a smile of pleasure crossing her starkly beautiful features. It would take little, realized Renny, to turn her to a fiercely cold warrior queen. A change of thought, a change of mood—it would be reflected in her demeanor.
Respectfully, Renny nodded. “All is well, Mistress. I am happy.”
“I am sorry for what went wrong. It was my responsibility to keep my High Priestesses pure and devoted to me, not themselves.” She frowned, allowing Renny the merest glimpse of her displeasure. It was enough to send chills down Renny’s spine.
“It…well, I don’t hold you to blame, Mistress. And as I said, now all is well.”
The woman nodded. “Which is good. I commend you on your ability to resolve the situation too. I despaired of seeing your Raven reunited with his desires.”