Excessica Anthology BOX SET Winter (68 page)

“I
think Simon needs some attention.”

Heather
glanced up at me then over to Simon. She grabbed my hand and put on on the
dildo she had been thrusting in me and she moved over to Simon. She knelt
between his legs and starting licking his balls then moved up his long shaft,
tonguing it like it was a Popsicle. I watched, transfixed, as another woman
licked my man. When she got to the top, she swirled her tongue around the head
then swallowed him whole.

His
head fell back and a loud groan of pleasure escaped his lips while she worked
her mouth up and down his rod. She took him balls deep into her throat then
moved back up to the head. She did this over and over until I watched his balls
tighten and his fangs descend.

“Stop!
He’s going to come,” I cried.

With
that, Heather pulled back. “Can’t have that yet now, can we?” She laughed.

Simon
sat there, cock rigid and wet, fangs down, eyes bright green and staring at
Heather with a hunger so bold and strong it was frightening. I shivered as my
pussy tightened, but she just said, “Don’t worry big boy, you’ll get what you
need tonight.” She didn’t freak at all and I was sure Simon wasn’t pulling any
mind control tricks on her. Maybe he wasn’t the first vampire she had dealt
with?

Heather
turned back to me, “So darling, what do you want? Should I fuck your man or
would you like to do the honors? Either way that man needs to bury his cock
somewhere.”

She
was so bold it was startling. Maybe she was a pro. I couldn’t believe what I
was saying when the words spilled out. “I want to watch you fuck him.”

Simon’s
head snapped my way, his eyes dimmed. He looked worried. “Are you sure luv?
Once this is done we can’t go back, can’t change this.”

“I
know, but this is what I want.” I heard the words and I still couldn’t believe
I was saying them yet my pussy twitched with anticipation. I was probably going
to hate myself—and Simon—in the morning, but right at that moment I
wanted nothing more than to see his long cock buried so deep inside Heather
that she screamed.

She
climbed on top of him, putting her large pendulous breasts in his face as she
settled her body right above his shaft. I discarded the dildo and knelt on the
floor in front of them so I could get an up close view. She gripped him with
her right hand while spreading her lips with her left, then she impaled
herself. He disappeared inside her and I thrust two fingers into my pussy
drenching myself with pleasure as I came watching his cock go in and out of her
body while she bounced on top of him.

“Spread
her open wide,” I requested. He complied by grabbing her ass cheeks and
spreading them open so I could get an even better view of his rod sliding up
and down. She moved up and pulled his cock out of her then went back down
pulling him back inside. The sight was so amazing I came all over my hand
again. Never had anything turned me on so much.

I
glanced at the tray with the dildos. It had a bottle of lube on it too. I
grabbed a dildo and lubed it up then moved closer to join in the fun. When
Heather realized what I was doing she stopped moving and let me. I put some
more lube on my finger and rubbed it into her anus. Simon spread her ass cheeks
open wider for me as I pushed a slick finger into her. She moaned and wiggled
her hips causing Simon to groan with pleasure. Then I pulled out my finger and
started working the penis shaped dildo into her tight asshole. She seemed to
enjoy it and pushed back against me helping it go in. Soon it was deep inside
her and I was moving it back and forth as she mewled with delight.

She
started bouncing up and down hard on Simon then started grinding her pelvis
into him, “Oh god I’m going to come,” she cried. Without warning Simon sank his
fangs into her and she screamed and bucked. I pressed my body against her back
keeping her from jerking away from Simon’s bite and to keep the dildo buried in
her ass. I reached around and grabbed her breasts pinching her nipples hard making
her scream even louder, I used my pelvis to hold the dildo inside her as Simon
thrust hard and deep into her. I knew he was going to come, I wished I could
watch but at least from this angle I could see his face. I was going to come
again, too. I could feel it building. The butt of the dildo inside Heather was
bumping against my clit enough to push me over the edge.

I
could hear him sucking her blood but his drawing was slowing down and his
breaths were ragged. He stopped sucking. I could almost feel him spending into
her. My womb constricted and my sheath tightened, empty and aching yet still
pleasure filled. I convulsed, my nipples scraping across Heather’s back as she
whimpered between Simon and I.

Finally
done quivering I slumped onto the floor totally exhausted and looked up to see
Simon extracting himself from the unconscious Heather.

His
long, muscular body slid on top of mine and pushed his still erect cock into
me. “I had to feel the inside of you, luv,” he whispered in my ear. “Nothing,
no one, feels like you.”

I
lay there and let him do what he would with me. I couldn’t move, yet I could
feel. Unbelievably I could feel another orgasm building just because he was
inside me. “Come for me, luv. Come for me, just for me. You can do it.” With
his coaxing, my body began to quake and quiver, and it had to be from his will
alone that I did it. The vampire was going to kill me with pleasure. As the
wave of release washed over me, I blacked out.

*
* * *

I
woke up at home in my bed. Simon was sitting in a chair next to me.

“How
long have I been out?”

“Just
a couple hours. It’s almost morning. I should be going soon.”

“What
the hell happened? Heather? The pleasure. She wasn’t surprised by your fangs or
your glowing green eyes.” I was recalling everything from the night
before—

Heather’s
skills, her lack of reaction to Simon’s otherworldly attributes…

“Darling,
Heather is a succubus.”

I
sat straight up in bed. “What? And you knew? Why the hell didn’t you tell me?
So I was tricked again? Tricked this time into letting you actually fuck
someone else? You fucking asshole, this time we are so done! I am going to
stake you good. So good you’ll be well done. Done as in dead you goddamn mother
fucker...!”

“Calm
down, Vanessa,” he chuckled. “No one tricked you into anything. I didn’t
realize what she was until she had no reaction to me, then I put that and her
sexual openness together and realized one plus one equals succubus, which she
confirmed after you had passed out. But really, by the time I realized what was
going on, we were all really into it and I didn’t want to disappoint. Since I
can’t be drained by a succubus and they aren’t known to drain women—well,
I figured all was good and you’d get what you were after. And you did.”

“But
you fucked her,” I cried.

“You
asked me to. I did what you wanted.”

“I
didn’t see your cock complaining.”

“Even
with the fangs, I’m still just a man, Nessa. Besides you were well pleasured,
above and beyond your expectations. Yes?”

“Yes.”
I smiled remembering the delightful evening. “Just…next time can we do a
regular old human?”

“Next
time?” he asked with a really surprised look on his face.

“Well,
yeah. What did you think, I would do it once then have my fill and be done?
Sorry babe, you got me hooked. You wanted me to shed my inhibitions and be more
open. Well, you got your wish.”

“I’ve
created a monster.” He laughed.

“Yeah
and I fuck one—guess that makes us even.”

“One
request poppet?”

“What’s
that?”

“Please
no more staking me, I really can’t take it anymore. I’ve only allowed you to get
away with it because I love you.”

“I’m
sorry about that. I do guess that staking your boyfriend six times is a bit
overkill.”

“To
say the least,” he laughed dryly.

About
Roxanne Rhoads

Story strumpet, tome loving tart, eccentric night
owl...these are all words that can describe freelance writer and erotic romance
author Roxanne Rhoads.

When not fulfilling one the many roles being
a wife and mother of three require, Roxanne's world revolves around
words...reading them, writing them, editing them, and talking about them.
In addition to writing her own stories she loves to read and review what
others write. She operates a book review site, Fang-tastic
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favorite genres are paranormal romance and urban fantasy but she'll read
just about anything featuring vampires, ghosts, witches and whatnot.

Roxanne writes everything from articles to web content as a
freelance writer and poet. Her erotic and romance stories and poems have
appeared in
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She has several ebooks available through 
Eternal Press:
Tasty
Christmas Treats, Eternal Desire,
the
soon to be published
Insatiable
and 2 of her short
paranormal erotic stories appear in the anthology
Sexy Paranormal Bedtime Stories.
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Her story "The First Brick" appears in
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SHIFTING DESIRE

By Elise Hepner

I
just need one good orgasm
.

That’s
what I was thinking as I was summoned to the Queen’s chambers etched into the
earthen mound that was my home. Maryland was filled with elaborate forests and
greenery that sustained our magic longer than the cold metal of the
city—the old magic that had built solid cobblestone under my feet and
smooth oak paneling under my fingers as I followed a female guard was carefully
controlled by our Queen. It has always been her wish to keep us safe while not
shying away from the finer experiences in our immortal lives.

But
my life is not that simple. In my home, light is an illusion passing through
the rainbow of a wing on someone’s back and happiness relies on the ability to
fly. I’m a late bloomer by demi-fae and fae standards, because my sexual peak
hasn’t been reached after a century. In our lust-driven society, full-grown
female fae take on one-time demi-fae lovers who can grow to human proportions
in order to perpetuate our dying breed.

Our
ancestors brought forth women who had the ability to achieve human proportions
with an intricate winged tattoo spreading from shoulder to mid lower back. Once
they’d reached the age of consent, hunting for a man or woman to turn their
wings into a reality becomes the main objective. One amazing, pure orgasm will
break the tattoo into fully-functional wings. It was up to them whether they
would remain with this person or continue tending to flower spirits or pranking
the local males at Court.

I’d
picked up a more useful skill than making human women jealous as their
boyfriends stared at fae perfection overpassing human beauty—I’d taken on
the job of historian in our little sidhe. Which is what I’d come prepared to
discuss with my ruler when the ornately carved green marble doors opened to our
court, who were lounging about in various states of undress.

“There
you are, Niamh. I was starting to worry about the family tree. I’ve heard
reports you haven’t left your study for several days working on it.”

The
Queen’s amber eyes sparkled from the candlelight and her own self-indulgence
towards my whims. I knew she was often at her happiest when I was given
something to keep my mind occupied that wasn’t my own sexual failure. Though
she encouraged me to pass on my own genes and achieve my wings, the reactions
of the rest of the court were not tolerated. She had berated many a courtier in
public for passing a whisper of inadequacy in relation to my fae character.

Now
a smile of mischief offset her perpetual ethereal glow, making her perfect,
small dimples show. She crossed her petite legs, flashing a lack of
underthings. Nudity was her favorite garb of choice but by fae standards she
was clothed. Her dark chocolate waves shot through with a bright red curve and
dipped across her naked breasts and across her stomach. The newish highlights
made the crown of rubies sparkle like freshly shed blood.

“Your
majesty, I only want to do justice to our lineage.” I curtsied despite wearing
an empire dress—the bottom nearly swallowed my lower body. Despite the
court’s love of modern club wear, I never wanted to flaunt my own, slightly
defunct sexuality.

“I
understand you’ve devoted yourself to a pet project and I love your
dedication.” Her smile grew serious as she moved her fingers along the wood
carvings on her throne. “But it’s time to commit to your duty as a fae of the
race you chronicle so thoughtfully.” Her voice purred into lower octaves.

It
was a small battle not to gape at the woman who was deciding my fate. She had
not given me leave to rise from my submissive curtsey against the coolness of
the floor. My throat felt choked by the prospects of her out-of-character
declaration. I found myself mumbling humble apologies for whatever I had done
to displease her while my mind worked over every action I had taken that day.
To be accused of duty breaking, dishonoring our race, was the worst insult. To
be called out among my peers made my muscles strain with adrenaline. Molten
heat blazed across my face as I hid lower, not daring to ask what I had done to
displease so greatly.

“These
last few months you haven’t been pursuing a man to earn your wings. I refuse to
stand by while you do nothing; therefore I’ve taken the matter into my own
hands.”

I
heard the bell chime across the long corridor, announcing the arrival of
visitors. Instinctively I gave into the nervousness that bowed my knees, my
forehead seeking to draw the coolness out of the stone that met my forehead.
I’d heard stories of the Queen punishing those who displeased her for less than
what I had done. Numbness consumed my mind.

“I’ve
hand-picked your suitors for the next twenty-four hours from neighboring fae
mounds. You’re to give them due attention. I expect you will have your wings by
nightfall tomorrow or you shall not like the consequences. Meet Delaney, Cayden
and Brom.” She extended her hands towards the three men.

The
scent of foreign magic and pine mixed with the sweetest of apples mingled under
my nose. Everything tilted though I knew I remained stationary on the floor.
She gave no verbal indication I could move. I dared not look up as footsteps
broke in rhythm towards my back. Silence made a shudder crawl up my neck,
tickling my overdriven senses. Three separate hands brought me up under the
elbows from my nonintrusive position. Their magical signatures played in my
hair, trying to connect with my own magic that spread through my system only to
protect me.

Their
touch was gentle but the intrusion on my body wasn’t a light matter. With a
quick jerk, I walked free of them, no longer caring what the Queen bid me.

“She’s
a feisty one.” A musical scale chuckle made me glare at the man in the middle
of the semi-circle to my right. Delaney was nice to look at, clean shaven with
the ideal male physique, reddish auburn hair to his waist and cobalt blue eyes.
But with that statement, he hadn’t endeared himself to me one bit. An
uncertainly rolled up my body. Crossing him off so easily wasn’t the best way
to win my safety, but chauvinist pigs weren’t datable let alone screwable. I
was sure the Queen would agree with me if I had been given the choice to speak
with her about it.

“May
I take them elsewhere, your majesty?” Fae were closing in eagerly around us,
the hush of fear growing into a mirth-ridden curiosity. They crowded in, making
the men draw closer to my still shaking body. The proximity did nothing for my
nerves.

Though
as a fae I have no objection to random sex, per se, I didn’t enjoy having a
lifestyle enforced on me when I’d been doing my duty for years. There was
clearly something wrong. So I put my mind to better use in order to distract my
body. Now it seemed to have a mind of its own as I waited for the Queen’s final
verdict on taking them away from the public eye. I silently prayed she wouldn’t
make us perform my duties in front of audience—it wouldn’t have been the
first time in this court.

“You
may, as long as you adhere to my rules.”

The
phrasing made me flinch, taking a step back from her serene looking face. That
could easily mean danger as I scrutinized the other men’s faces around me for a
clue as to what they were hoping for. The one I disliked looked as if he would
fight any mandate the Queen put before him, his arms folded across his broad
chest.

Cayden
simply wore a pleasant mask, not an inch of his person betrayed any personal
options. As my eyes traveled to the third suitor, my heart stumbled in my chest
when the second’s eyes met mine with a warm smile. I was immediately caught
between over analyzing the gesture of good will or possible snarkiness and
listening to the Queen’s decree. Normally listening was my first priority being
someone who kept records over the ages, but there was a disarming quality to
his focused, sure cornflower blue eyes that made the first half of the Queen’s
speech dissolve in my mind.

“—I’ll
allow you to pick and choose of course as long as one of them works for you. If
not then we’ll have to have another discussion entirely. Take them away from me
now; you’re wasting precious time, Niamh.”

“Your
majesty, may I return the first suitor with your permission?” I stopped my
voice from shaking through my question but the fact that I had to make the
effort hurt my pride. I didn’t have much of it, but it was in there somewhere.

She
rolled her eyes and nodded but it wasn’t going to be as simple as a dismissal.
I would probably have to tell her later in great detail what exactly made him
unacceptable. But, for now, I was content with leading the remaining men
through the press of warm, half-naked bodies to my chambers far away from the
center of court. I nibbled my ink-stained fingernail nubs as the men tried to
broach conversation. To give them credit, once away from the shadows of the
first man’s demeanor, these two were much more reliable in manners. They both
rushed to open doors, but more often than not, Cayden, warm grin intact, spread
the doorway wide allowing me to sweep through with his possessive hand riding
my lower back.

“What
brings you to court?” I succumbed to polite conversation trying to remember how
to make small talk.

“Well
other than the pursuit of making a faraway Queen happy by having the pleasure
of sharing your bed, I wanted an adventure.” Cayden began stroking me through
the linen of my dress where his hand met just above my ass. I couldn’t avoid
the whiplash of heat from his touch that made my insides tighten. The magic
played up my spine like caressing fingers until it twirled through the curls at
the base of my plain blonde chignon.

“You
smell like wood smoke. That’s an unusual magical signature for deities of
nature.” I made sure to look anywhere but at him as I broached the topic. He
could easily bait me for lacking a signature as well as wings. Both would be a
blow to the feelings that were creeping into my body. We drew near the doors to
my office. Mustn’t ruin the mood.

“I
don’t think my magical background should matter for a one night stand, do you?”
There was a hint of coyness, as if he expected me to banter with him about his
pedigree.

“Wouldn’t
you like to get to know each other better before we get intimate?” I hesitated
in my word choice, unsure of his own sexual preferences towards fucking, making
love, screwing or having a romp.

“If
it will make you stop using euphemisms like ‘getting intimate’ and make you
more comfortable for what we’re going to do then certainly, I would love to
babble with you.” Cayden’s eyebrows waggled at me then he laughed, his smile
peeking behind a lock of golden hair that hit mid-jaw on his angled face.

“I’ll
have you know, I hardly view this as a duty nor an adventure but a privilege
for which I am very grateful.” Brom made a move to cup my hand in his own and I
pulled away without hesitation.

“Flowery
words aren’t the best to win me. Don’t make me odes until you’ve bedded me, and
then I’ll know they were written in truth. Besides, we have to have sex anyway
because there’s nothing objectionable about you.” It wasn’t exactly the most
polite way to put it, but who was I kidding, the guy was lucky he was getting
sex without any strings. Just because I couldn’t have fun didn’t mean I had any
complaints from the previous males who had been to my bed. A resounding poll
was happy with the results, it was only my mind or my magic that had the
problem, certainly not my libido.

“Well,
I’ve certainly heard of your
reputation
, Niamh. I know I won’t have to
worry too much about pleasantries, so since you’re so inclined to get down to
business we can do so right here.” Brom lunged towards me, sweeping me out of
the way of Cayden’s firm grip.

I
could still feel the line of his magic pulling me to him as I struggled against
Brom’s hands working through my hair at my scalp, undoing it from its bun. The
kisses he laid on my cheeks and neck were solid, salivating pecks with a tiny
bit of teeth. They lent nothing sexy to the scenario despite the fact we were
still several feet from my rooms, completely exposed to anyone who may walk
down the hallway.

“We
are not doing this here.” I hissed into his ear as his fingers roughly circled
my breast and then squeezed. Cayden made a motion as if to help me, his stride
already halfway across the hallway. Still his emotions lay hidden. Only the
slight hunch of his shoulders showed action. I knew he would let this happen if
I made a motion for him not to continue.

Yet
I remained still, letting him move that fine layer of muscle over to my aid. I
watched Cayden eyes glint with the first stirrings of lust over Brom’s
shoulder. He had no idea what was coming as he tried in vain to get access to
my body. I grimaced, which only seemed to spur on the man practically humping
my person. If Cayden could prove himself now, maybe my magic would like him
better when we were bedded. This would teach me a little something about his
character.

Cayden’s
fist rose in the air above me. I caught my breath, steadying myself not to jerk
back so his aim wouldn’t miss. A slight shockwave resounded through my body as
his fist impacted the side of Brom’s shoulder and neck. He fell to the floor
the pull of his aggressive magic a taint on my skin.

“He
will
wake up?” I poked him solidly with the tip of my boot caught in a
mild state of panic. I’d never had two men fight over me before. Though the
thought had seemed entertaining in my passing thoughts, the reality of it was
staring at me through closed lids in the hallway of my fairy mound. This would
be crossed off as one of the least sexy experiences of my life.

“You
should have let me stop him sooner.” His hand traced along the neck of my dress
putting it back into place. “I don’t want to see any of the goods before the
big reveal. It should be a surprise shouldn’t it?”