Chapter 6
CHAPTER
SIX
Morning found me panting into the sheet again, my ass in the chilly air and fingers clenching the pillow above my head.
I’d woken up like that, aroused and moaning, only to realize Saph was behind me and licking my hole again.
Dream and reality merging had confused me for a few moments, but then I’d given in to the sensation of my fierce beast eating me open.
Would Saph fuck me again? Knot me again?
“Please, Saph,” I begged, instinctively trying to hump the tongue up my ass. “Take me. I need you so much.”
Big hands grasped my hips before I was suddenly flipped over onto my back. Startled, I stared up at Saph looming over me. He gripped my thighs and pushed them back and open. Wide open. The exposure had me whining in pleasure as I reached down to pull my cheeks apart, to tempt my lover inside me.
Saph’s cock was so stiff he didn’t seem to need to guide himself into me and just leaned closer to force the head in.
He started rocking immediately, driving that long cock deeper while staring down at me.
Trying to help, I thrust with him even as the feel of that hard cock taking me added to the thrilling sight of a snarling creature of legend claiming me.
It had been exciting to have Saph take me from behind last night.
The way he’d held me down and growled in my ear had felt dangerous and beastly.
But now, watching him fuck me, his claws grabbing and teeth gnashing, had me soaring on the knowledge that this was no mere mortal man owning me.
Oh, no, Saph wasn’t human in the slightest and the otherness of him was just as arousing as the sensations he was building inside my straining body.
“You’re incredible,” I panted up at him. “So beautiful. You’re so beautiful .”
Saph licked at his exposed teeth and leaned against me, pinning me down with his bigger body. His furry abs jostled against my hard cock and tight balls with every fuck of his hips. I clung to his wide shoulders, closing my eyes now and letting every nerve take over and drive me higher.
“You’re the beautiful one,” Saph rumbled in my ear. “And you’ve bewitched me.”
I came with a yell of pure molten release as my fingers bit into fur-covered muscles.
The deep, vibrating rumble of Saph’s growl echoed through my strung-out body, and I came down panting and staring up at Saph, knowing my great black beast was coming, too.
Saph’s cum should be molten, burning me up inside, like the parts of him that glowed with the fire inside him and felt hot against my skin.
Saph pulled out almost immediately, but wrapped his arms around me and rolled so he was on his back and I was sprawled on top of him.
For the longest time, I just let myself rise and fall with his chest, limp and sated to the extreme.
With my face tucked into the ruff of fur at Saph’s neck, I sighed lazily and wondered if every morning could start like that.
I was about to put that thought to words when I heard the alert on my phone for the front doorbell camera.
Lifting my head, I looked toward the chair where I’d left my phone, weighing the pros and cons of getting up to see who might be there so early in the morning.
I was just about to relax back onto my furry pillow when the alert turned into one for someone ringing the bell.
“Are you expecting someone?” Saph asked, sounding as unwilling to move as I felt. “Is that your chef?”
“No.” I put my head back down. “I’m sure they’ll go away.”
But even way down here in a part of the house I hadn’t realized existed until last night, I could hear distant pounding as the doorbell alert sounded again.
Saph patted my butt. “Persistent could mean important.”
With a groan full of attitude, I crawled off Saph and got to my feet beside the bed.
I wobbled a bit, feeling like my hips might need to reattach.
And, oh, my ass… Getting fucked by a monster cock twice in less than eight hours had left an impression.
There wouldn’t be a chance of me forgetting that today.
Saph flashed me a big toothy grin when I groaned through walking over to collect my things from the chair. He clearly knew what he’d done and was proud of himself.
“Don’t look so cocky, Mister,” I said as I ignored yet another doorbell alert. “It means there’s nothing on the menu tonight but a blowjob.”
Saph snorted as he sat up. “I will happily accept whatever attention you wish to give me and return it tenfold.”
There he went, being so incredibly sweet again. Had his life been so lonely? Was he starved for affection? That made me want to get right back into bed with him and spend the day giving him all the attention he could wish for.
But the insistent bastard on my front porch rang again. I snatched my phone and called up the camera app to see who the hell was out there.
Suspicion gripped me when I saw an older man in a navy blue suit with a red, white, and blue bowtie and a clipboard clutched to his chest. Religious or political solicitation was the only thing I could think of that someone looking like that could possibly want with me.
I toggled on the microphone and speaker in the app. “Yes?” I said sternly.
“Oh, hello!” the man said with a smile and a wave at the camera. “I’m Richard Madison with the local historical society. Do you have some time to talk? In person,” he added with an exaggerated wink. “I do prefer that personal touch.”
Well, that was not going to happen. Not since I was standing there naked while monster cum slithered down the backs of my thighs.
“I’m indisposed at present. Perhaps we could meet later this afternoon or tomorrow. I do prefer an appointment.”
Smile fixed in place, he countered with, “I’ll come back in an hour. See you then!” And he turned and walked down the steps and off the porch.
The nerve! I stabbed at the mic and speaker, tempted but unwilling to scream at the man’s retreating back. I almost turned off the app’s notifications so that when Dick did return I would never know it, but I was sure I’d forget to turn them back on and miss someone important.
“I guess I’m meeting the historical society,” I grouched as I gathered up my clothes and shoes.
“They want to do tours of the house and grounds.” Saph got out of bed, the fur at his groin still sticky and wet from me coming on him, though his cock had disappeared back into its sheath. If he showered again, maybe he’d let me watch.
“Tours?” I asked, trying to focus.
He nodded, claws itching at his chest. “They come around every few months. Dodge always said no. Sometimes creatively.”
“Creatively like what?” I grinned. “Do we have a sprinkler system?”
Saph’s eyes seemed to twinkle. “We don’t, but I can go out and growl and bark. That one can’t see me, but he can hear me.”
I chuckled, imagining that. “Let me try to talk him out of it first, and then, if that doesn’t work, you can absolutely scare him off.”
I went over and stood up on my toes, head tilted back and lips pursed. Saph grinned for a second before leaning down and pecking me on the lips.
“Find me later for lunch.” I headed up the basement stairs.
“I will,” Saph said with a little extra growliness, and I knew I’d be getting dessert, too.
Exactly one hour later, as I sat on the front porch with a cup of coffee and the remains of my hastily-concocted breakfast, Mister Historical Society tottered down my walkway, heading right for me.
The man had that same threatening smile on his face as I watched his pale eyes take in everything about me.
I’d dressed far finer than I would’ve on a normal Friday morning, but I was feeling lordly and a little petty, so my clothes matched my level of haughtiness.
The last time I’d worn this vest, jacket, and slacks, I’d gone to an awards presentation and walked an actual red carpet.
I’d even brought my walking stick out with me and aimed the red-eyed lion’s head in Dick’s direction.
I crossed my legs and showed all of my teeth as I smiled at him.
“Well, hello there,” Dick said as he came up the front steps. “You must be the new owner.”
“That I am. Ambrose Augustine,” I said as I gestured to the empty chair opposite me and directly in the path of a morning sunbeam.
The man sat, blinked several times as the sun shot him in the face, and then got up to sit on the other side of the table next to me. Dick gave a fake laugh. “It’s a bit bright over there.”
“Is it?” I took a sip of my coffee.
Dick cleared his throat. “As I said before, I’m Richard Madison, president of the Lake County Historical Society. I’d like to discuss your plans for this beautiful and historical home.”
“How do you mean?”
“Pardon?”
“This is my home . I live here.” I cocked his head at Dick, frowning. “What plans do you think I could have beyond that?”
Dick sat up a little straighter. “The historical society wants to ensure that you maintain the historical nature of the building. It’s such a stellar example of the gothic revival era, and we would just hate to see that destroyed.”
Alright, that was something we could agree on. I relaxed just a touch. “I have no plans to change a single thing about the house, grounds, or cemetery.”
“Excellent!” The man actually beamed as he set his clipboard on his knees and said, “And when can we schedule the first tour?”
So much for any kind of kinship. “There won’t be any tours.”
His smile stayed fixed on his face as he said, “But we can’t deprive the public of access to such an important historical building. I assure you that they’ll be the sort of people who can be trusted.”
Well, that sounded rude. Fixing him with a glare, I firmly said, “We can and we will deprive them because this is my private home and studio. I won’t have anyone invading these safe spaces just so they can ogle the crown molding.”
“All the owners of homes such as this have already agreed to allow tours. If you’ll just choose a date, then we can?—”
“Listen to me carefully, Dick,” I said with my own sharp smile. “No tours. Ever. If you or any of your fellow society members bring anyone to this house at any time of day or night for a tour, I’ll call the police and have each and every one of you arrested for trespassing.”
The man’s smile finally disappeared. “The historical society is a well-respected organization that brings in quite a lot of tourist income for the area. Threatening that income will not go over well with the local police or governing?—”
A vicious growl thundered a moment before Saph came around the corner of the porch.
Dick flinched and looked for the source, while I bit my bottom lip and tracked Saph’s approach.
He was hunched over and walking on all fours, his tail held high and stiff, looking thoroughly demonic as he snarled and kept growling, his chest glowing brightly.
Dick popped up out of his chair, eyes wide and scanning the area. “Do you have a dog? Secure it immediately!”
“A dog?” I asked innocently. “There’s no dog here.”
“This isn’t a joke,” the man snapped. “If it attacks me, I’ll sue!”
Saph gave a particularly terrible bark that sounded like he was about to tear something apart. Dick edged toward the stairs, while I crossed my legs to try and hide my burgeoning erection.
“Mister Madison, are you well?”
Saph walked right up onto the porch and got behind the man before releasing a low and dangerous growl. I shivered and bit my bottom lip. Dick gave a holler and bolted for the stairs. He didn’t stop running until he’d gone through the wrought iron gate and snapped it behind himself.
“I can scent your arousal,” Saph whispered with a grin.
“I bet you can,” I said quietly and while moving my lips as little as possible since Dick might still be able to see me. I gave the man a wave, and Dick visibly huffed before walking away.
Hopefully, that would be the last time I heard from someone at the historical society, but I wasn’t worried.
What did concern me was whether I had the proper attire and footwear for being chased through the grounds by a great black beast because, suddenly, that was all I could imagine doing with my day.