Chapter 11 #2
“It’s so beautiful. I can’t believe it.” She pushed her breasts up to rub her aching nipples against his heaving, sweat-slicked chest, and then suddenly tears spilled from her eyes, running down into her hair. “Sorry. I didn’t know it could be like this.”
Rory kissed away the wet trails and then let her taste her tears on his mouth before he whispered, “’Twill ever and always be thus between us, my music.”
On and on he loved her, his tireless cock pumping in and out as she writhed under him, spinning in the storm of sensation he created with every stroke.
She caressed him frantically with her hands, grabbing hold of his buttocks and squeezing them just as she’d wanted to, and that made him fuck her even harder.
When he leaned down to push his tongue against her ear, that set off everything that had been gathering inside her.
Harper had never understood why other women said they exploded when they climaxed until that moment, when all the wanting and needing and longing billowed up and burst into a huge shower of blissful release.
She floated on it as he thrust through the storm, and then jerked over her as his cock jetted his seed deep into her pussy.
Harper wrapped her arms around him as he collapsed on her, happy for once that she was a giant woman, able to please the man she had been made to love. She closed her eyes, drifting into a delicious sleep.
The fire in the hearth had burned low by the time she woke, Rory still on top of her.
Although their bodies had cooled, his cock was still hard inside her pussy.
That fact astonished her, and made her whole body flush with pleasure.
She wasn’t sore and nothing hurt, proving that not every woman had to suffer during her first time.
He lifted his head and studied her face with drowsy eyes. “I wish to pleasure you again, but ’tis too soon, aye?”
She kissed his chin. “If I say no, does that make me completely shameless?”
“Never.” Rory held up his hand, and when she took it and laced her fingers through his their auras blended, becoming a rich, beautiful burnt sienna color, like that of fertile earth. “I shall make love with you as oft as you wish, my lady.”
What followed were hours and hours of pleasure for them both, with Harper learning quickly what pleased her man.
Her boldness didn’t upset him; he let her do whatever she wanted with his big body.
He in turn took possession of her as if he had tested and mapped every inch of her flesh, and knew exactly where to touch and kiss and nip her.
Rory taught her things she never knew she’d enjoy, like having her breasts kneaded, and the shockingly good sensations that having her nipples tugged and pinched gave her.
In turn, she discovered that he loved to be petted while he fucked her.
When she circled the base of his cock while he was inside her and squeezed, it would make him instantly come.
Finally Harper gently pushed Rory back on the bed and shifted down to nestle between his legs.
She wondered if she would be too shy to let him look at her sex, much less touch or kiss her pussy, but he’d already plied his lips and tongue against her until she had climaxed almost helplessly.
Now it was her turn to use her mouth on him, and she wanted to make him come just as wildly for her.
“Shapes and spaces,” she murmured as she measured his shaft with her hands, making him groan. “Just this one more thing I want to try.”
Harper still found it incredible that all this hard, velvety stiffness had fit inside her as if she’d been tailor-made for the man.
She kissed the satiny bulb of his cockhead, humming with delight as he trembled under her, and looked up to see his blue eyes had grown so dark they seemed like patches of a midnight sky.
After all they’d done to please each other, this moment seemed the most precious to her, for it was all for him.
“Watch me take you,” she said, and parted her lips over him, moving slowly to add to his anticipation.
It seemed like such a simple thing, and yet as Harper kissed and licked and sucked his cock her whole body seemed to flood with a new kind of power.
He gave himself to her and she was taking him, controlling his pleasure to make this last memory the hottest one of the night.
At the same time she was getting just as much pleasure from filling herself with the taste and smell of him, all earthy and sweet, as if they had returned to the enchanted worlds where they had been born.
Rory reached for her hands as his cock swelled and then jetted, filling her mouth with the silken sweetness of his cream. She savored that, drawing it out as long as she could before she finally gave him one last kiss and rested her cheek on his thigh.
That was beautiful, Harper thought as he lifted her and tucked her against his side. But it is only just the beginning of us.
As the night sky over Monterey turned murky with storm clouds, Bodach used his phone light to illuminate the cliff path to the seaside cave.
After tonight he would have no reason to revisit the lair where he kept his red crystals, for as soon as he had devoured Torra MacBren’s spirit, acquired her power and left the spell trap, he would be busy finding an immortal to possess.
Mirry was out of the question, as she had long ago been cast out from Elphyne, and Aosda and that tree-hugging bitch Chlíodhna were of the mortal realm, and would never be permitted inside the Fae otherworld.
Perhaps he’d possess Rory McKeran. His size and attributes were pure Fae, and would mask the fact that he also had dark druid mortal blood. His unearthly good looks also appealed to Bodach, whose true form had always repulsed everyone.
“I wonder if he could get close to the dark Fae Queen,” Bodach murmured as he reached the illusion of brush that concealed his lair.
Inside the cave he lit a torch, and saw that most of the crystals had turned pale pink, which meant they were dying, or white, which indicated they were dead.
He had neglected feeding them while building his revenant army.
Since the crystals provided him with his power he grew angry, for if he had to depend on these there were barely enough left to sustain him another week.
Without the red crystal his own power would fade, and while he would always remain an immortal, he would be unable to cast spells or assume the guises that prevented mortals from seeing his true form.
“All or nothing, then, is that it?” he muttered as he plucked a handful of the darkest pink crystals from the walls and devoured half of them. “Very soon I won’t need you anymore, either.”
Inside his belly the crystals formed an unpleasant, cold lump, something they’d never before done.
By the time he climbed up the path to his car he grew weak and nauseated, trembling so much from the physical effort that he had to stop and brace himself against a tree.
He knew the crystals had no emotions or thoughts, but somehow they’d still understood what he’d said in the cave.
He also knew without them to feed his own power, he would never be able to open the entry to the spell trap.
“If you want to go back to Elphyne with me,” Bodach wheezed, “then give me the power I need to get inside, defeat those fucking highlanders and take that bitch druidess and her power.”
For a long moment nothing happened. Only when he broke out in a clammy sweat did the lump in his gut slowly dissolve, and his shakiness stopped.
The dark pink color of his skin paled a little, and some of the running sores on his flesh closed and disappeared.
A low, dull surge of power spread through him from the crystals, feeble compared to what they gave him when they were well-fed, but it would have to do.
The wind rose, buffeting Bodach’s car as he drove back to the castle.
When the rain came it fell in torrents, rapidly flooding across the road and ponding on his drive.
He ignored the cold, stinging drops as he got out and strode to the castle.
Inside, he passed the long lines of revenants in the torchlit passage.
“Come now, my lovelies,” he crooned, casting his power to lure them in his wake. At the shimmering entrance he summoned his strength and slowly pushed his hand through. As he had known, the enchantment was too broken to throw him out. He glanced over his shoulder, grinning. “Follow me.”
The revenants made no sound as they crossed between the two worlds, but they did bring with them the strong smell of decay, which had grown so pungent it rivaled his own unlovely body odor.
Bodach stuffed the last red crystal he possessed into his mouth and turned to cast a containment spell to keep the stench from alerting the McKeran.
“Yes, my deadly soldiers, you must seize the advantage here straight away,” he said, holding up his hand to stop their march.
“Capture every female that crosses your path. If you’re no longer capable of rape, you may employ your weapons for that purpose before you tear them apart.
Oh, and please do sword-fuck any male who attacks you before you cut off their head. ”
Bodach chuckled as he turned his back on them and walked ahead.
He would send the first two ranks of his revenants out to deal with the garrison at drills.
Soon the desperate shouts of men and steel clashing would echo through the stronghold, and as the rest of the clan raced out to see what had caused them, the other ranks of his revenants would close around them from behind.
How many McKeran would fall and never again rise to fight? He couldn’t wait to find out.