Supernatural Delights (Paranormal Playground, #1)

by Godiva Glenn

  Adjusting his position, he seized the hem of her dress and shoved it up. She lifted her hips to aid him, then removed the rest eagerly. She peered up at him wearing only the tiny lace underwear now, and her excitement caused her small breasts to tremble. He leaned down and drew a nipple into his mouth once more. It was bronze and held the same soft golden sheen that covered the rest of her body. He sucked and tormented it until it was flushed red. Tiny noises of pleasure filled his ears, and her body squirmed beneath him.

  Originally, he had guessed that she had dusted some sort of shimmer over her skin, but no matter how much he licked around her breasts and neck, the radiance remained. Behind the part of him that was overcome with lust, was a nagging thought that something wasn't right here, that she couldn't be real. But she tasted like sugar and he couldn't get enough.

  He rose up and sat on his heels, positioned between her legs. Eyes glittering with excitement followed his every movement. Sliding back, he brought his face down between her thighs and nipped at the tiny triangle of lace.

  "You shouldn't," she whispered.

  And maybe she would have said more but he was overcome by the sweet musk scent of her, and he engulfed her pussy with his mouth, pressing his tongue flat against the lace barrier at her entrance. Her hips flinched upwards and he deftly tugged the underwear free of her while her legs kicked daintily above him. Like curtains closing on the most wonderful show in existence, her knees fell back down around him. He stared at the small tuft of pastel curls decorating her wet center.

  "If you, I mean... I'm not..." her voice staggered and she squirmed.

  Whether or not her movements were discomfort, he couldn't tell. Each twitch of her hips seemed an erotic dance, and he spread her folds with his tongue, dipping into the sweet juice flowing from her. She moaned with such wild abandon that it shook and seized him, causing his erection to dig into his zipper. Pressing his hands onto her thighs, he held her down and explored her with his mouth, sucking and licking and worshiping every soft inch between her legs.

  The smell and taste of her was intoxicating, a drug he was certain he'd never tire of. He tongued her and teased her with delicate scrapes of his teeth until her hips circled with his movements. Soft whimpers and the occasional breathy "yes" escaped her mouth, urging him on. She filled his head. All he knew was her voice, her body.

  The closer she became to her orgasm, the more sounds she made, and the sweeter she tasted. He dug his fingertips into her hips and sucked hard on her clit until she cried out in rapture and coated his tongue with the flavor of a honeyed fruit that he couldn't name because it didn't exist. And all the while, a tiny voice told him she couldn't be human, but his cock certainly didn't care, and his mind was overladen with her.

  He had closed his eyes while enjoying her, and now when he opened them saw she was glowing. What was before a soft sheen of radiance was now a spectacular shimmering light as if she had swallowed a flame. Startled as he was, he froze. Her thighs still twitched against his cheeks, but when she looked down at him, she appeared saddened.

  "I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to trick you," she whispered.

  He couldn't speak. He got to his knees and took in her new appearance with silent awe. Even her eyes sparkled now. Oddly, he wasn't scared. Of all the reactions that he would have expected to have to such an unusual phenomenon, he didn't understand his newfound urge to claim the supernatural woman beneath him. He tugged off his shirt and pushed his pants down with unhurried ease. Though he was eager, his every movement was deliberate, as if he couldn't trust himself to simply let go and give in.

  Her open thighs welcomed him, beckoned him, even. Groaning, he pressed at her opening until the tip of his throbbing cock slid into her wet core.

  "What are you?" he gasped.

  "Fairy," she answered carefully.

  He thrust once, and then again, burying himself halfway into her tight pussy. "Explain."

  "We can only take human-sized form on certain occasions," she said slowly. He pushed further into her, and she moaned before continuing. "The solstice and the ley lines meant a few of us... well, we have to wait. There's a waiting list to take a human guise, and I was lucky enough to get my turn tonight."

  Nodding, he withdrew slightly before wriggling further in. She was almost too tight, even though she was dripping wet. "How often do you get lucky?"

  "This is my first time being granted this form," she replied, licking her lips.

  His movements paused. "So you're, that is..." he hesitated, not wanting to say the word.

  "Oh, no. Fairies are quite promiscuous. This form is just meant to be pleasing. It does, doesn't it? Please you?" her eyes regarded him cautiously and he wondered if his pleasure and feelings were all that mattered to her.

  Grinding his hips forward, he sank deeper into her until he could go no further. "You're like a fist around my cock. I'd say that's pleasing. I could bury myself in this all night." His own words shocked him. He'd never been so crude with his ex and didn't know where his sudden lack of manners came from. "I mean, you feel amazing." He cleared his throat. "Am I pleasing you?"

  She sighed and bit her lip while her head bobbed. "You see, we glow when we're... affected. Emotions like anger or anything... and aroused. Pleasured."

  "So if I fuck you good, you glow more?" Once again, his words felt alien.

  "Yes. Do you feel the urge to make me glow brighter?"

  He did, and he told her that.

  "That happens occasionally. Fairy glow tends to bring out the feral side in humans. So you want to claim me, and you want to be filthy with me..." Her voice tapered off and she wriggled against him.

  Vella's lithe body shivered and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Briefly, he considered her words. Easy to accept, given that he was friends with a werewolf and had earlier seen a vampire. So now he was balls-deep in a fairy that had never been in human form before, and she was so enchanting that the primitive side of him wanted to ride her hard and talk dirty while he did it.

  Nothing strange going on here at all.

  "You'll tell me if I do anything you don't like?"

  "Maybe," she smirked. "Don't worry. Fairies are impervious to mortal damage, or even wounding, really."

  He arched a brow. "That's not comforting. I don't want to become violent."

  "No, I just meant... you can be wild and rough with me if you feel the need."

  Closing his eyes, he tried to shake away the caveman thoughts he had, but her words penetrated his concentration. "Fuck me, Gabe. Make me glow."

  Magic words if there ever were any.

  He'd never taken a woman on a floor and was surprised when his deep thrusts scooted her slightly along the carpet, ruining his leverage. He became impatient and lifted one of her legs to his chest so that she would no longer jostle away from him. The change in angle rubbed him in a new way, and it clearly felt different to her as well. She covered her mouth to muffle her cries, and he knew he was piercing her too deep now, but they both wanted it.

  One of her hands lowered to rub at her pussy, fingers spreading to feel where he was entering her before drawing back up to circle her clit. Groaning, he swatted her hand away. Only he could give her pleasure, as demanded by some foreign part of his brain. He replaced her fingers with his own, teasing her folds and circling wide around where she wanted to be touched the most—because it thrilled him to deny her this release.

  "Beg me to make you cum," he breathed.

  "Oh, fuck, please," she whimpered. "Make me cum. I want to cum for you."

  He relented quickly, unable to continue to torment her. Her orgasm struck and almost took him with her. Each wave of her bliss caused her to squeeze his cock until he felt he would explode, and the flame beneath her skin glowed brighter. Biting his lip, he continued to slam his hips into her, until the sound of soft wet flesh meeting hard echoed in the room, layered over her cries.

  Panting, she calmed, but still he drove into her. She pulled at the carpet, trying to fr
ee herself, and he saw but didn't allow it. The sight of her breasts bouncing as he pounded into her mesmerized him, and when he watched himself entering into her, he became lost. He lifted her hips and held her there so that he could arch into her just right, and brought her screaming once more.

  This time, he followed her, feeling the heat burst through him as his orgasm overcame him and stars burst behind his eyes. Spent, he groaned and rammed himself deep, spilling into her. He pulled out and the last hot streams landed on her stomach and the outside of her pussy.

  Several deep breaths later, he watched her trail her fingertips through the pools of cum outside her body. The sight stirred him, and before he knew what he was doing, he had flipped her so that her ass was in the air and she rested on her elbows. His cum slowly escaped her, and he took his fingers and shoved it back in, causing her to moan and mumble incoherently.

  Usually, it would take him several hours to get hard again, but tonight he felt instantly renewed. He fisted himself and pressed his cum-soaked fingers to the tight opening between her cheeks. She sucked in a breath and it was music to his ears. Groaning, he slid his tip over the opening, teasing and using his own cum as a lubricant.

  "You want me here?"

  She whimpered but said nothing.

  He tapped his rock-hard length against her bottom. "Do you want me to fuck you here too?"

  She nodded, and a breathy "yes" slipped out of her.

  Much like her pussy, her ass was tight and almost too satisfying. He entered her with enough patience for his movements to be described as a crawl, but once he was fully sheathed he picked up his pace. As she began to glow brighter, he admired the beauty of her. Pain could probably cause a glow too, he realized, but the thought was dashed away by her soft delighted noises and staggered breathing.

  His pleasure built steadily until it was hard for him to maintain any semblance of rhythm. He fucked her so furiously that she was now screaming into the carpet, clawing, writhing, pleading. Alternating between begging him for more and begging for him to cum inside her, she soon became hoarse. He leaned over her body and bit her shoulder hard as he gave a final stab into her and his release tore through him.

  Groaning, he sucked her sweet skin while his cock twitched and pulsed and unloaded until his sack felt empty. When he pulled from her body, she rolled over and crawled to him on shaky limbs. At first, he wasn't sure why, but when she took him in her mouth his mind went blank and he saw stars. His cock twitched and rewarded her with a second helping of cum, leaving him swaying on his knees.

  He fell to the floor with an exhausted sigh and pulled her down on top of him. Small breasts pressed his chest and delicate legs twined him. He kissed her and tasted himself, and it made him feel wild all over again. They were both a mess now, but he couldn't ignore the fact that even though he'd gotten off three times already, he was hard again. He bet if he asked, it had something to do with her. Fairy magic, certainly.

  There was a simplistic bliss to giving in to the desires of what he would normally consider to be a less evolved version of himself. What they had in this moment wasn't just sex or fucking. He wanted to make her his completely. To paint her with his fluids and cover her with his scent. But something else lingered as well—an intense need to protect her.

  He wanted to own her body and mark it so that all could see. Only he was allowed to please her and drink of her. These thoughts and more swam through his mind as he cradled the glowing fairy to his chest. But she was only here for one night.

  Forest Breeding

  Aaron had passed by the library and peeked in, surprised to see Gabe plowing a tender fairy into the carpet. He wanted to interrupt just long enough to warn Gabe about fairy nectar, but then again, he didn't want to ruin the moment. Besides, where there was one fairy, there was more. Fairies could definitely handle his wild side.

  He scoped the party and saw a teal-haired fairy stealing glimpses of him while she pretended to drink punch. He cornered her and cut to the chase, pulling her forward and grinding his aching erection against her front. She giggled and sped away, glowing ever so slightly through her half-assed Catwoman costume, which consisted of a black negligee and cat mask. Fairies didn't really understand clothing, or Halloween, for that matter.

  Growling, he chased her from the house and into the woods. Somewhere between one thick cluster of trees and another, he lost sight of her lit-up form. He didn't want to play around anymore, and her hide and seek game cut into his patience. The woods were so heavy with scents that all he could do was wander forward and hope that she wanted him enough to pop up again instead of actually running away.

  Anticipation made him strip and shift into his natural form. He stretched to his full height and tried to find her again by scent, lifting his nose to the air to take advantage of his now heightened senses. Something familiar was nearby, and he headed towards it, his dark gray fur allowing him to blend into the shadows as he stalked his prey.

  She was hiding, huddled on the opposite side of a tree, but he could hear her breathing and smell her lust. Snarling, he rounded the tree and tossed her to the ground, eager to mount her.

  Enough moonlight streamed down to reveal not the fairy, but the Wonder Woman from earlier. He froze and considered running away so that his werewolf form wouldn't be further exposed, but she looked back at him with a grin. While he watched, she rolled over on the ground and brushed at her knees.

  "You really want to tear these tights, don't you," she said teasingly.

  He blinked at her. Perhaps in the darkness she didn't see him for what he was.

  "My friend told me all about you. I get it now, what you meant that you were too wild."

  "What friend and what did they say?" he asked annoyed.

  "The fairy that brought you to me. She saw us leave that room and told me all about your kind. Werewolves." She looked him over, eyes drinking him in as if he was desirable or anything but the beast he was.

  Her nonchalant words bothered him and made him suspicious. "Why aren't you running then?"

  "Being fucked by a werewolf is the best fantasy," she admitted, and her voice was low and sultry. "I want you wild. I want your wolf inside me."

  Snorting, he shook his head. "You don't know what you're asking."

  "Of course I do. I'm asking you to take what you obviously want so that I can have what I want." She tilted her head and watched him while she spread her legs and rubbed herself through her leotard. "Fuck me. Give me your beast."

  While he stared, she slid her costume to the side and exposed herself to him. He recalled the feel of her slick pussy pressed against the filmy material of her tights. Without meaning to, he stepped forward.

  "I don't know that I can keep from hurting you," he stated evenly.

  "You won't hurt me. At least not in any way that wouldn't get me off."

  "You can't know that. I'm large, I'm not safe."

  "I'm always right about these things. Come on. Please?" She yanked down on her top and bared her breasts.

  He gave in to her lure and dropped to the ground between her legs. The scent of her arousal was thick and delicious. "Just remember you asked for this," he warned.

  Snarling in his eagerness, he tore through the tights and unveiled her. Within the span of a breath, he was easing himself into her, marveling while he watched his hard length disappear into her soft flesh. He was thick and long, even more so in this form than when she'd seen him human, and she was squeezing him like a vice. All he could do was hold back his hungry growls while she clenched her eyes and writhed.

  "Look at me," he ordered.

  Her eyes snapped open.

  "Look at where we meet. Tell me you want more."

  Dark eyes drifted to see what he saw, and her mouth parted. He watched her lips try to speak but no words came out, just a breath that told him she was stunned and pleased.

  With his hands now large and clawed, he couldn't hold her. With his face now a fanged muzzle, he couldn't kiss her. So he
leaned over her while he stretched and filled her, memorizing her expression. Her eyes fluttered and shut and opened as she experienced a wide range of sensations.

  "So good," she panted.

  Spurred on, he put more force into his thrusts. Her breasts jiggled appetizingly and he found himself near his climax in a short amount of time. Her pussy clutched at him greedily, overwhelming him. His excitement grew when she dug her hands into the fur over his belly and proclaimed that she wanted him to come inside her like he'd promised.

  "Fill me. I need it," she begged.

  “You're the naughtiest slut,” he panted. “Letting an animal fuck you. Breed you.”

  She simply grinned and nodded. She'll be the death of me.

  He held back slightly to keep from pressing too deep when he came. He didn't actually want to bruise her, regardless of what he'd said during their earlier game. But he did want to overflow into her. Groaning, he felt the pressure of his orgasm wash over him. His sack tightened as he spilled his seed into her, and with this, he didn't hold back. Wave after wave, he erupted inside her.

  And when he pulled out, his seed poured from her. That was just one, he thought darkly. He wanted to give her more. Wanted to release himself into her over and over until he was empty and she was sore and limp. Her human body felt unbelievably soft and tight around his wild form, and he wanted to claim her forever. His human to fuck and fill and leave a dripping mess.

  "Lick me," he directed her, voice thick and low.

  She didn't respond at first. Breasts heaved for a few moments, and then she sat up. He pushed her head down into his lap, impatient to feel her soft lips around him in this form. It was wrong of him to want this. He was perverted to be a beast and need to fuck this human woman, but he couldn't help it. She wanted it too, he reasoned. In the distance, he heard a wolf calling out, but he ignored it. No one was in danger tonight.