Blooming Desire: An Extraordinary Spring Romance Collection

by S. J. Sanders

  Oh god, his body was hard as iron and it was an erotic thrill to feel the fur against her sex as she ground herself against his equine shoulder. Under the fur, his flesh was hot, and every tensing or tightening of his muscles sent another wave of pleasure through her. He growled encouragement and lifted her, coaxing her leg up so her ankle rested against his withers.

  Slowly, but relentlessly, his tongue claimed her, plunging and retreating, coiling around hers as she turned the tables and took the lead. She explored the heat of his mouth as he had hers and delighted in the way his body trembled in reaction.

  Their breaths mingled as he held her. He stroked her ass, his lingering touch drifted between her thighs and he teased her lust slick and swollen folds. A’pone coaxed her passions until she was dizzy and wanton with desire.

  And then his thumb nuzzled against her clit—circling, and spiraling around the nub. It started almost innocently, but then he found a rhythm that matched her arching hips and the play of their eager mouths.

  The girth of one of his long fingers pushed into her making her suck in a sharp breath at his thickness. He pushed into her to the second knuckle, spreading her with a delicious fullness. He pressed in the last few inches, spearing her with agonizing slowness until her whole body shuddered into climax. Her inner walls squeezed and milked his pumping digit. With a moan, he broke the kiss but he didn’t pull away from her. Instead he rested his forehead against hers, eyes half closed and glazed with longing. He sent her over the edge of bliss with languid and steady strokes. His hungry gaze held hers as she flew to pieces.

  “If we don’t stop this kissing, I will spend myself most shamefully, cheroush,” he whispered against her jaw, his trembling words tickling her ear.

  “I think I can find a solution so your release isn’t shameful, A’pone.” Her boldness surprised her. Pleasure, desire, lust and another emotion she didn’t want to label buoyed her resolve. It was a potent draft for her confidence.

  With more grace than she thought she possessed, she wriggled free of her centaur lover’s hold and glided down the front of his body. His hands never left her, or stopped his eagercaresses, He explored every part of her as though committing the feel of her to his memory.

  “What is it you have in mind?” He tipped his head, trying to appear calm and composed but one leg stamped the ground in excitement and agitation. His tail was flagged and lashing back and forth over his flanks.

  “I haven’t pleasured you yet.” She ran her fingers over his shoulder and side as she slowly walked to his side.

  “Veronica…” he groaned when continued her caresses the underside of his equine chest to his stomach. It seemed he wasn’t quite sure just how they might come together, either.

  But there was no doubt in her mind that she could give him as much pleasure as he gave her. Besides, Tree wouldn’t have so much mental pornography if it wasn’t completely possible. Right?

  The tree provided no commentary, only the flicker of a muted approval like sunlight twinkling through leaves.

  A’pone was physically a magnificent specimen. Strong, handsome and bold with that ethereal beauty reserved for creatures of legend. It wasn’t surprising that his member was of the same exquisite quality. Lust and need were evident in his girthy cock as it lengthened and extended from his sheath.

  His was truly her first encounter with a non-human. The thought of being sexual with anyone other than a human male had never even crossed her mind. And now she was facing the most awe-inspiring cock she’d ever seen.

  Silvery pink glans, alabaster shaft, and root with dapples of silver sparkling halfway down his length to accent around his preputial ring. With the appearance of carved steel and rose gold, he was hard enough to carve diamonds.

  Not only was he a glorious masterpiece, he was enormous.

  She should be intimidated by a cock longer than her forearm but there was no fear. She was more concerned about how he would hold her in his arms while he sheathed himself deep inside her. Her pussy squeezed with a thrill of anticipation at the lewd fantasy of being stretched to her limits to take him.

  His upper torso twisted so he could watch her inspect him, his front legs shifting to be closer to her. His hand brushed along her shoulder and arm.

  This was not just a beast, this was A’pone, and he was glorious.

  My A’pone, a possessive little voice whispered in her head.

  “What a pretty velvet pouch you have,” she whispered when she found her voice. She cupped her palm against the heavy globes of his balls and his whole body tensed as he grunted out a surprised oath at her touch. He was silken soft, the ebony fur dappled with a snowflake pattern than ran from the swollen sack to his sheath.

  “Veronica!” He shouted out her name when she stroked her fingers along his balls and gave him a careful squeeze.

  His cock lurched, making a meaty smack against his stomach, leaving behind a pearly string of his lust looping from glans to belly. Glistening pre-cum jeweled the silvery head, sliding down the underside of his shaft.

  “I will not last. Please, my Veronica, have mercy.”

  “But this is just the first touch, my A’pone.”

  Warmth filled her at finally admitting her desires to herself and stating the words aloud.

  His eyes rolled back in his head and his cock gave another spasm. This time pre-cum flowed from him, pooling on the ground. “’Nica…” he moaned.

  “You don’t have to hold back, A’pone,” she whispered as she wrapped her fingers around his root where his cock extended from his sheath.

  “But my seed is for you. It should be planted as deep as I can plunge inside your sweet little pussy. Oh ‘Nica.” His fingers tightened against her shoulder as he shuddered. “I want to mate your tight cunt, my ‘Nica, until you overflow with my seed.”

  His lewd words were so surprising that it tore a gasp from her. They were so crude and yet it was so fucking hot how he snarled them through his teeth like it was a threat.

  She fisted his cock, stroking up, delighting in the sensation of the texture of the preputial ring, and then worked his shaft just below his glans.

  “Since your seed is for me, I will decide where and how I want to have it. And I want it here and now.”

  On impulse she bowed forward and brushed a wet kiss against the flared head.

  His pre-cum tasted like spicy peppermint and it made her lips and tongue tingle where it came in contact with her skin. “Mmmm!” Her humming vibration worked along the crown as she dared a longer, wetter kiss, gathering more of his essence.

  A guttural roar escaped him as he came. She wanted him to coat her body and face with proof of his lust and pleasure, but he pulled her away and crushed his mouth to hers as his seed fountained from him, shooting between his forelegs to paint the rocks feet away from them.

  His tongue drove into her mouth along with his snarls of pleasure. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back to secure her to him, as though he feared she was going to escape him. Her whimpers answered him, animal sounds of need and hunger. They had their own language without the need for words, just raw emotions and pure sensation.

  She wanted to open her mind and heart to him. If only he could share the same space in her head reserved for the tree and the cat-bird.

  The tree showed her the bolted door hidden in the dark, forgotten corner of her mind. She only needed to get it open and invite him in. As though it were the simplest thing in the world to do.

  It is, assured Tree, unfastening the lock with a flicker of golden light.

  The heat of the kiss ebbed slowly. He held her and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, supported by one of his arms because the other was still holding her hair. She sucked her lower lip, pressing her teeth into it before finally releasing her grip.

  “You make me feel like a god,” he murmured, running his nose against her temple.

  That made her grin foolishly as she brushed her nose along his cheek. “Just wait unti
l next time. We need much more time to explore each other.”

  His eyes brightened. “Next time?”

  Heat warmed her cheeks as she nodded. The minty cool sensation still lingered on her lips, the need to taste of him again a low burn in her chest. She wanted so much more. She thought of the door in her mind the tree had showed her but still didn’t dare open it. Veronica wasn’t sure what the future held and where she would be after she found her Tiffany.

  “After we find my daughter.” She gave him a wink before wriggling from the warmth of his arms.A light was back in his eyes. His expression softer with the return of the interest and speculation he’d had yesterday. A’pone’s warm fingers lingered on her body before he released her with obvious reluctance.

  She turned away from him and went to the stack of acorns to gather them up. This time she tore the edge of her dress and created a makeshift pouch to carry her bounty in. With a strip of the cloth she made a braided necklace and fastened them together to hang around her neck. It wasn’t pretty, but she wouldn’t lose them.

  He was gazing at her when she straightened and warmth crept into her cheeks as she realized she’d presented her backside to him. His smile widened when she gave a little shake of her hips. That would give him something to think about.

  And she had much to consider herself.

  Like just how their unusual union could work.

  Tree happily provided more visuals until she mentally pushed back. She already had plenty to fuel her wettest fantasies.

  Murial glided down from the tree above and hovered until she presented her shoulder for him to land. Imperiously he swept his tail about her shoulders.

  You feel better.

  It wasn’t a question.

  Yes, she was feeling tremendously better. At least about fixing the rift between A’pone and herself.

  She cracked open one acorn for herself and slowly nibbled at the nut inside. She fed a second to Murial who cuddled against her neck and savored it reverently.

  “Would you like one, A’pone?” She asked, holding up the acorn to him.

  His eyes went wide and then his features smoothed with realization. “You don’t understand the importance of that offering.” He rubbed a hand over his jaw, a small smile sneaking out. “The fruits or nuts of the tree are poison to anyone except the one they choose and their life partner or…bound companion.” He motioned to the contented Murial. “While I am guardian of this forest, I have not yet been chosen by a tree, or a life partner.” She sputtered. “You’re serious. You mean, I could just poison people with these?”

  “You could. Why would you?”

  She wanted to explain how cruel and twisted humanity could be, but decided he didn’t need to know how crazy the her world was. The last thing she needed was for him to have more reasons to mistrust her. Veronica was making things hard enough for him.

  For them.

  “None of those trees will give you nuts for watching out for them?”

  “That’s not the way it works. I do not serve for reward.”

  “But I’m Te’acina, can’t I talk on your behalf? Isn’t that something I can do?”

  “You could, but it’s more than just nutrients to me, twin legs. I have rations and I’m happy to share them with you if you are hungry.”

  She considered the deeper implications of eating the acorn and blew out a breath. Too late to take it back now. “I think I’m good with the acorns this morning.”

  “All right. Would you allow me to carry you again today? You’re doing your best to hide it but I can see how your ankle troubles you. I don’t know how durable your soft, pink hooves are. We may travel a great distance today.”

  She pretended to consider his offer, giving him a look up and down as though to size him up. “I don’t know.”

  He played along by flexing his chest muscles and then displayed one powerful arm, tightening the biceps alluringly. Watching him made her mouth go dry. But she had a missing daughter who needed rescuing.

  “I’d love a ride.” She made it sound as dirty and sexual as possible and delighted in the shades of pink and red that colored his bronzed skin.

  Murial huffed and then stuffed the last bite of nut meat into his jaws before springing skyward. His lyrical call followed him into the upper branches of the tree and out of sight.

  “Don’t worry, he’ll come back. The bonded never stay too far away.”

  His arms slid around her and he lifted her easily, pulling her tight against him. The way he looked at her made delicious tingles run up and down her limbs. I’ll always come back, too, his expression said. “You smell wonderful.”

  “Like soap weeds,” she teased

  “Soap reeds,” he corrected around a laugh.

  Grinning, she winked at him. “Oh, yeah. Reeds.”

  “It feels so good to hold you again.”

  She couldn’t deny that and answered by cuddling closer to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. His scent wasn’t like the soap but just as she remembered it from the day before. His very own fragrance that drove her crazy.

  He found the trail easily and he set off at a moderate speed. Hopefully they hadn’t lost too much time but clarifying things between them had been the right move. A weight had been lifted from her and just seeing the smile on his lips brought her joy.

  It was going to be so hard to leave him.

  They traveled most of the morning in light, companionable conversation. She told him about her business that she’d grown from the ground up. That work got her through the messy divorce and subsequent years seeing her ex-husband find love with a woman half his age.

  “You design clothing?”

  “Yes, for women. Classy yet beautiful lingerie. Comfortable yet sexy. We’re becoming a well -known brand.” The expansion was a point of pride for her. The rest of her life might fall apart but she’d always have her job to be proud of.

  “I do not understand…lingerie.” He looked at her clothing thoughtfully. “Is this something you created?”

  “No, lingerie includes the garments that are worn under the clothes.” She leaned in close and whispered against his ear. “The fabric you tore off me last night.”

  He groaned softly but she wasn’t sure if it was because of her words or the brush of her lips against the shell of his arched ear. His big hand squeezed the curve of her ass in retaliation. Strong fingers teased the cleft where her thighs met with a stroke before relenting. “I see. Such a delicate little strip of cloth. Our females have no use for such things.”

  “They don’t wear bras? I mean, coverings for their breasts?”

  The question drew his attention to her chest and he chewed his lower lip. His gaze lingered on her and he might have bounced her a little more than necessary to make her jiggle.

  “A’pone.”

  “Mmmm. In warm weather everyone most go bare except for necklaces. In winter some females choose wraps for warmth along with thicker necklaces.” His gaze was appreciative as he gave one more glance to her breasts. “Your breasts are more bountiful than our females.”

  She wanted him to push her against a tree and bury his face between her breasts right then and there. It was torture to be held by him for hours on end with the suggestive caresses here and the teasing squeeze there.

  It made her think of their intimacy and the filthy language he’d used. No one spoke to her like that.

  Only A’pone.

  “How is it you know all that dirty talk?”

  “Dirty talk?” He sounded confused as he considered the question.

  “How you spoke to me earlier. You said you’re a virgin, but where I’m from, that’s not the sort of language someone uses.”

  His ears flicked sideways as a sly smile curved his lips. “They don’t? But you liked it. Do not deny it.” He squeezed her when she started to protest. “You burned when I talked of your cunt and how I wanted to have it.”

  “What’s exactly what I mean. How do you know about that s
ort of thing?”

  “I’m not celibate, not deaf. My brothers, my uncles and my sire have explained the joys of their life partners. How else would I express my intentions?”

  “Well, um, I see. My experience has been the use of more flowery terms, or clinical. I don’t know.” Heat burned her cheeks as she considered her past. It felt wrong to compare any of them to what she shared with A’pone.

  “Would you rather I use other words? Tell you that I’d like to stroke your vulva?” His fingers squeezed her ass cheek.

  “No,” she said. The answer came out before she censored herself. The truth of it only made the warmth in her cheeks spread down her neck and through her limbs. “I’m just surprised by your vulgarity.”

  “Nothing about your body is vulgar, particularly if speaking that way makes you squirm and flush this lovely shade of pink.”

  He frowned suddenly, slowing his pace. The tips of his ears perked slightly and he turned his gaze toward whatever sound they’d located. “We’re almost to the edge of the forest.” He looked around him and she recognized the expression, he was picking out the track again and pointed out the signs that seemed plain to him but hardly looked like anything to her. A bowed branch of a bush? He looked troubled, though. “This is going to seem suspicious but the trail leads to the gathering spot.”

  “What? You said you were leading me to my daughter.”

  “I have followed the path and she has led us here. To the gathering spot.”

  Her throat tightened around her frustration and fear. She had to go by his guidance about the tracking. She couldn’t tell if the footprints and bruised fronds were from her daughter or a buffalo. But he’d tried hard to convince her to come to the gathering spot to begin with. It seemed awfully convenient that they were here now.

  Surprise.

  He didn’t look guilty exactly, more wary of her response to this discovery. “For what it’s worth, if I were going to take you to the gathering spot I would have taken you directly and we would have been here last night. We could have enjoyed a warm meal and hot bath rather than roughing it in the woods.