by Marilyn Lee
With his powerful legs locked over the backs of her thighs, he slapped her ass. A jolt of pleasure shot through her. She moaned and thrust again. Again he slapped her ass. A rush of joy danced down her spine.
He coordinated each downward lunge with a sharp blow against her cheeks. The harder she plunged into him, the harder the blows rained down on her ass until each cheek burned and quivered, much like she hoped his ass did.
That her dick was finally buried deep in Eros’s ass made the experience so much more intense and special for her. She had valued this big, gentle, handsome male from the moment she had seen him years earlier. Now she had taken his anal virginity. And by the goddess, it was better than she had dared hope. Feelings of value and wonder filled her, creating a sense of delight she could barely contain.
She closed her eyes, sucked the side of his neck, thrust her dick so deep in his ass that he cried out, and exploded, shooting his seed against both their bodies.
Moaning, she jerked her hips back, then shot them forward, her shaft spewing her seed deep within his ass. The intensity of her orgasm stunned her, ripping away her ability to think. She slumped against him, burying her face against his damp shoulder. “Eros… oh, Eros… did I hurt you?”
He stroked his hands down her back, holding her close. “Yes, but I loved every moment of it. My ass is on fire… and filled with your seed. If I die now, it will be with few regrets.”
She smiled, feeling smug. “You like having your ass fucking?”
“I believe the correct term is fucked,” he whispered. “And yes, I loved having you fuck my ass. Had I known you had this big dick waiting for me, I would have fucked you the first day we met.”
She sighed. The dream wouldn’t last, but while it did, she would enjoy it. She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. “I value you.”
“I value you, Kyla, born of the brave and noble Takira Andandre. But I think the term used here is love. I love you, Kyla.”
Love. She liked the sound of the word. With her deflating dick still in his ass, she drifted to sleep. A brief thought intruded on her bliss… how could she fall asleep if she were already dreaming?
Chapter Two
From her kneeling perch in the bough of a medium-sized tree, Rechazes watched the two figures dressed in black leather appear to walk out of thin air into the darkened forest. She knew they were actually emerging from the bubble or wormhole created by their crystal, but she smiled, imagining what any human who might have seen them would think.
Her lips tightened as she recognized the taller of the two agents, Myrika, born of Jaharra. The other Telmiran was renowned for always getting her prisoner and for being an incredible lover. Rechazes watched the tall, sleek figure moving with authority and power. She frowned. She was not into other women. So why did she feel her juices flow?
She gave a shake of her head. This was no time to let lust control her. Susoma, under the protection of the handsome and virile vampire Sean Patrick, was safe. Kyla, young and cocky, was not. She would require a safe haven until she knew enough of Earth culture to blend in and disappear.
Rechazes looked up at the sky, centering her gaze on the quarter moon. With the Lunar Feast so near, this was not a good time to take on the task of babysitting, but Erena, head of their small group, would gladly shelter a daughter of the one they all revered, Takira.
Rechazes watched the Compliance Agents consult their tracking crystals before moving in the opposite direction from the clearing where Kyla and Lassie awaited. She waited until she could no longer hear their stealthy movements in the forest before she vaulted out of the tree. Keeping to the shelter provided by the tree trunks, she trotted along the path leading back to Kyla.
As she ran, she pulled out her communications crystal. “This is Rechazes.”
A soft, sultry voice responded. “Yes, Rechazes?”
“I have her, Erena.”
“Is she safe?”
“Yes.”
She could almost feel the other woman’s quiet satisfaction in the brief ensuing silence. “The Lunar goddess be praised. When will you bring her, or is she to go to Susoma?”
“I no longer know where Susoma is, and the Compliance Agents are here.”
“Shall I send someone to meet you?”
“She is safe for the moment. The agents have gone in the wrong direction. I am going back now to retrieve her.” She paused. “She did not come alone, Erena.”
“Who accompanied her?”
“Lassie.”
“She brought a dog with her?”
Rechazes smiled, thinking of the reaction of the haughty Lassie if he could hear himself being called a dog. “She thinks he’s a Night Cat.”
“A what?”
“He appears to be a shifter. I believe he is from Aeolia.”
“And what form is he?”
“He is currently in the form of a big, black cat.”
“How big?”
“Think tiger -- lion -- big.”
“And just what are we to do with such a creature?”
“I don’t know, but I suspect she will not come without him.”
Erena sighed. “Then I suppose you will have to bring him.”
“If all goes well, we will be with you tomorrow night.”
“Keep in touch. Do you recognize the agents?”
“One of them is Myrika.”
Erena swore. “I will send Pavala and Jocenta to rendezvous with you. They will be waiting at the Safe House just outside of Washington.”
Rechazes nodded. It would be good to see two of Erena’s younger sisters. Because she was what humans would call a double agent, she didn’t often get to gather with her spiritual sisters at their complex in Virginia. “We’ll be there late tomorrow morning.” Rechazes broke the connection and ran back to the clearing.
* * *
Kyla woke alone in the back seat of the SUV. She pushed the light blanket covering her naked body aside and sat up. The light of dawn revealed Lassie’s big form lying on the grass several feet from the vehicle.
Lassie. Not Eros.
She closed her eyes briefly, overcome with grief. She valued Lassie, but her feelings for Eros tore at her heart.
The door to the SUV opened and Rechazes looked in. “You’re awake. Good.” She handed Kyla a sandwich and a small juice container. “Eat and then have a quick rinse if you like before we move out. There’s a small lake just behind the trees to the south.”
Kyla sighed, her thoughts on the beautiful dream she’d had of Eros. She ate quickly, then swam briefly. As she emerged from the water to dress, Lassie padded toward her. She pulled on her clothing over her damp body. Lassie brushed against her legs. She hugged him, trying not to wish he were Eros. Her life would be filled with misery if she couldn’t accept the fact that Eros would only be with her in her dreams.
As the dawn broke over the horizon, she sat in the passenger seat of the vehicle. Rechazes drove while Lassie slept on the floor of the SUV. Excitement bubbled in her as she imagined each mile bringing her closer to a new life, and, the goddess willing, closer to Susoma.
“When you saw her last, was Susoma well?”
“Yes. How do you feel about being an aunt?”
“An aunt?” She frowned, searching her memory. “Susoma is with child?”
“She is pregnant.”
“Who is the other parent?”
“His name is Sean Patrick. He is a vampire.”
“A vampire?” Kyla turned to look at Rechazes’ profile. “A vampire? A being who is very strong and needs blood to live?”
“And has an extremely high sex drive. He is a fantastic lover.”
“How do you know that?”
“We’ve fucked, of course.”
Kyla’s heart thumped. What would it be like to mate with… no… fuck such a fabulous individual? “Susoma did not mind?”
“Why should she? I softened him up and got him in the mood to be fucked by her.”
“Do peopl
e here share their mates?”
“Some uptight people don’t. Those who are more enlightened do.” Rechazes cast a quick glance over her shoulder, toward the back where Lassie slept. “Are you willing to share him?”
Kyla sucked in a breath. “You want to… mate with him?”
“I wouldn’t mind fucking him, but it’s okay if you don’t want to share.”
Kyla gave a little shake of her head and averted her gaze. Would she share Lassie? And if she didn’t, could she ever expect to mate with Susoma’s Sean Patrick? “I… don’t know.”
Rechazes patted her hand. “It’s okay. You have time to make up your mind.”
She nodded. “Susoma is --”
“Pregnant is the term used here.”
“Pregnant.”
“Yes. Their child will be proud and strong.”
Kyla wrapped her arms around her body, her thoughts racing. There would be another in the family. Susoma’s child would be the first born in their family who would not have the threat of life as a breeder hanging over her head. The goddess had been kind. She offered a silent prayer of thanksgiving. “Are you sure Susoma is safe?”
“I am positive. Sean Patrick is a powerful vampire with even more powerful allies. The agents will not be able to take her.”
But the only thing Kyla was sure of was that Susoma must be allowed to bear her child in peace and safety. She sighed. “This place where we are going… Virginia… is it far from Susoma?”
“I don’t know since I don’t know where Susoma is. If she were in this state, Pennsylvania, it would be a fair distance.”
“Susoma must be left in peace to bear her child. We must ensure that the agents pursue me rather than her.”
“She is more capable of taking care of herself than you are, Kyla. She has been here longer. She knows how to blend in and she has the protection of a powerful group.”
“Susoma is strong.” Kyla lifted her chin. “But I am stronger.” She glanced behind her to the space where Lassie slept. “And I have Lassie.”
“And the Daughters of Takira. Both of you will be fine, but it would not be wise to intentionally draw the agents’ attention to you. Our group reveres your mother. We gladly embrace you. Trust us to act in your best interests.”
She learned quickly, but the learning would come easier surrounded by those who valued her. She inclined her head. “Thank you.”
Closing her hand around her crystal, Kyla closed her eyes and reached out with her mind. Susoma. I am here and I am safe, but I need time alone to adjust. When I have, I will seek you out. Until then be safe and well.
* * *
As she was about to follow Sean out the door of their bedroom, Susoma paused. She closed her eyes and cleared her mind. Kyla? Kyla, is that you?
Susoma. I am here and I am safe, but I need time alone to adjust to life on Earth. When I have, I will seek you out. Until then be safe and well.
Kyla, I have forged an allegiance with a powerful lover. Together we will shelter and protect you. We will come for you.
No! I need to be alone for a while. I will contact you when --
Kyla, we will come and --
No, Susoma. Please allow me time to adjust. I will contact you. Will you allow me this time?
Heart aching, Susoma pressed her forehead against the wall by the bedroom door. I will, but do not make me wait long. It has been so long. I need to see you to assure myself you are safe and well.
I am both. Be safe and well.
Be safe and well, Kyla. If you need us, you have but to call.
I will.
* * *
Myrika, seated in the driver’s seat of her SUV, glanced at the dashboard of the vehicle. Her tracking crystal, resting in a small, specially designed hard plastic casing, emitted an irregular signal.
In the passenger seat, her partner, Barroni, swore. “Not only is the signal weak, but it’s not clear whose signal we’re following.”
Myrika frowned. That was the problem with tracking siblings. Tracking crystals sometimes had difficulties differentiating between close family members -- especially when dealing with half-breeds. She shrugged, turning her gaze back to the road unwinding before her in the early morning light. “I’m not sure it matters. Whichever one we find will lead us to the other.”
“If we manage to bring them both back, we’ll get a promotion and our choice of assignments. When that happens, I’m going to request assignment to Aeolia.”
Myrika remained silent about her own aspirations. Now was not the time to confess that she had lost her taste for tracking. “Why Aeolia?”
“It’s close to home, doesn’t require as much effort to fit in as working on other planets does, and it’s the home of Sensualous.”
Males traveled to Aeolia from far-flung planets and paid vast sums of money to mate with the galaxy’s most celebrated lover. “What interests does he hold for you?”
“Unlike the scum we’re tracking, I do not harbor male lust, but can you imagine what it must be like to fuck such a famous lover? He’s said to have an incredibly pleasing cock.”
“He prefers males.”
“He has numerous sons. It’s rumored they are all products of his fucking women rather than semen implantation, so he must have some taste for pussy… and as you know, my pussy is very good.”
Barroni eagerly provided a slick, warm, wet pussy when Myrika’s sexual hungers became too much to bear. For a time, that had been more than enough. Lately, however, Myrika longed for a relationship that would satisfy not only her physical needs, but one that would also fully engage her emotions. Barroni was not the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. She would have to admit that to the other woman -- soon, but not today. Myrika inclined her head slightly. “Yes.”
“Yes.” She heard the satisfaction in Barroni’s voice. Moments later, the other woman’s hand slid along her thigh, coming to rest between her legs.
Myrika sucked in a breath. “Now is not the time, Barroni.”
“Maybe not, but it’s difficult to think of anything but fucking when we’re alone. I think about lying under you almost all the time.”
The fervor in Barroni’s voice worried her. Allowing their relationship to become sexual had been a mistake. How the hell was she going to get out of the shit she had allowed her lust to land her in? “Not now,” she said again.
“Later.” Barroni slapped her thigh lightly and removed her hand.
Myrika tightened her hands on the steering wheel. Not if she could help it. She glanced at the crystal and narrowed her gaze. “We’re getting close… within a couple of miles.”
Chapter Three
Lavea Montoya studied the two females facing her in the living room of her newly rented townhouse. Both had dark hair and eyes, clear, flawless, pale faces, and looked to be in extremely good physical condition. Form-fitting black leather outfits emphasized small, firm breasts, flat stomachs, and long shapely legs.
The one who called herself Myrika was roughly six feet tall and wore her hair in a short, almost military style cut. She carried herself almost like a man and exuded a sense of confidence and latent power. Barroni, of medium height, wore her hair in a short bob. She had narrow lips, a rather plain face, and a way of looking at Lavea that was reminiscent of a male on the prowl.
Lavea’s gaze centered on Myrika. Her dark eyes were intense, her nose short and square tipped, her lips bare, naturally full and pink. She was attractive in an almost male way. Were she into women, she would take Myrika to bed and love her all night long.
Lavea tossed her long dark hair so that it cascaded around her shoulders. She frowned. Why did looking at Myrika make her think of lying on a bed with her legs spread wide while a long, thick cock forced its way into her aching pussy? Since her former lover Sean Patrick had thrown her and his other lovers over for an alien bitch he had met in Las Vegas, she had not enjoyed sex. Unlike most vampire fems, she needed to feel an emotional connection to her lover to fully enjo
y sex. She went through the motions, but she missed the sheer joy of being fucked senseless by a partner who touched her emotions.
Barroni spoke. “We have reason to believe you know the whereabouts of the one called Susoma, born of Takira the Unnatural.”
“What do you want with her?”
“She has overstayed her time here. When we find her we will force her to return to Telmira to face the consequences of having defied lawful orders.”
“I have heard her life there will be unpleasant.”
Barroni frowned. “If that is so, it will be of her own making. Are you harboring her?”
Lavea compressed her lips. While she had ample reason to despise Susoma, she didn’t like this woman’s attitude. She stepped closer and stared into the other woman’s eyes. “Do I detect a threat in your voice? I know that like Susoma, you two possess strength to rival ours, but I do not take kindly to alien threats.”
Barroni moved closer until her breasts pressed against Lavea’s. “One does not become a Compliance Agent without strength, agility, and courage above average. You will tell us what you know of Susoma without attempting to make deals.”
Lavea lifted her chin, baring her incisors. “You alien bitch, I will --”
Moving quickly, Myrika shouldered Barroni aside. Lavea caught her breath as she found the other woman’s breasts pressing against her body. “We seek Susoma, not a confrontation with you. Will you help us?”
Lavea looked up into the dark, magnetic eyes, and surrendered to her desire. She put her hands on the other woman’s waist, and pulled her hips tight against hers. A shudder danced down her spine. Myrika’s body felt as wonderful as any male’s Lavea had ever known. She even imagined she felt the outline of a cock.
Lavea ground her groin against the other woman’s. “What’s in it for me?”
Myrika’s dark eyes sparkled with a hint of desire. “I have nothing to offer… except a few hours with me after we have secured Susoma.”