It wasn't in him to let her hurt or feel this fear, so he took his time and let her body press against his. He let his length let her know how much he wanted her, before he felt her soften.
He shifted to bring her leg up to hook over his hip while he took his tip and dipped into her liquid sweetness. The heat her yoni gave him had him closing his eyes. He let her heat draw him into her slowly.
Her body tensed again, and he kissed her slowly, knowing what he was about to hit. He tilted her neck to the side, nipped, sucked, licked and whispered, “Gimme,” and he bit down and took his fill of her sweet blood again.
Sanna whimpered in pleasure, her nails digging as she arched into him.
Khamun pressed his hips down and up to breach her gate, successfully opening her, until he filled her to the hilt. His body almost shut down on him with how tight, wet and hot she was. As he swallowed and slid unto his hunches, he caressed her face and tilted his head to the side in awe. Two small fangs broke through her gumline, and his body shook in recognition and pleasure.
“Mmmm, Sanna,” he groaned. He dropped down and kissed her yielding mouth as her arms held him tight. He kissed away her spilling tears.
“Khamun,” whispered from her lips.
He felt her tighten around him, making him slowly glide in and out of her tight wetness. He fit her like a key, as if her womb was made just for him, and he slid back arching, holding her hips to teach her how to roll her hips.
He almost came as he watched her plant her feet and slide her hands over his chest. He almost gave up the ghost, as she made her hips wind in a slow grind that had him almost calling on the Most High. He knew she was slightly hurting with trying that move, so he smirked and shook his head at her haughtiness.
“Baby, damn, you bad. Come here. Let me help you out.” He picked her up and flipped her, to straddle him. His head dropped back as she took in all of his ten-plus inches.
Sanna curved into him with the new sensation, the intensity making her bite her lip while he moved her hips.
Her tightness had him ready to speak the old language, and he bit his lower lip to keep from doing just that.
As she bucked forward, he cursed due to the pleasure and spat out every language he knew, old and new. “Sanna, work them hips, baby,” he pleaded.
The way his voice dripped molasses in that plea had Sanna tentatively move. She worked her hips slowly as she gently grew brave, the rhythm in her soul, her heart and blood, guiding her to rock until she found a tempo that was comfortable for her.
Khamun's wings spread out on the bed as he watched her newling fangs lengthen and her eyes lock with his.
The Craving roared in Sanna's body, making him bare his throat.
“Take that bite, baby. Fi-find the vein, Queen,” he muttered, pointing at his jugular.
Uncertainty had Sanna shaking her head. “I want you like you had me,” she whispered.
Khamum almost came with just that statement alone. He quietly nodded, tears in his own eyes from the need to nut. He watched Sanna slid him out of her.
Her body shook from the exit and its own anger at the abandonment.
He glanced at his glistening shaft, seeing what marked her as a virgin. He reached for a corner of the bed to pull the sheets and wipe himself clean for her. Her hunger was apparent as she watched him. That need had him motion for her to mark him.
She looked up licking her lips, flushing cinnamon red with not knowing what to do.
Understanding and desire made him smile. “Sit on my stomach.”
“Huh?” she asked. Her curly 'fro damp with sweat, she pushed her mane out of her face.
She was so beautiful
, he thought. He chuckled, pulling her by the hand. “You heard me. Sit on my stomach, your back to me.”
Blushing, she nodded nervously and straddled him as he explained.
He was delighted with the view of nothing but her nice plump rear and sugary-slick openness. “Lean forward and find your mark,” he whispered.
His shaft stood erect with anticipation while his hands slid down her back. He fisted one hand into her long, thick, curly 'fro, the other angled her to slide, until her sweet haven hovered right where he wanted it. He knew he was in ecstasy.
As she braced herself on her knees, he let go and gripped her hips, pulling them toward his hungry mouth. He leaned up to drink from her open cup as he heard her breath hitch before she muttered, “Mmmm.”
That had him eager and hungrier as she found her mark. She held his shaft and strummed her fangs against his staff.
Her boldness turned him on as she bit down. His body jolted up at the penetration of her fangs. The deep sensual mark of her fangs made contact with his inner thigh near his sacs, making him fist the sheets as his moan vibrated against her swollen pearl. Her tugs of thirst had him finding her hand and showing her how to stroke him as he pumped in her hand.
Pulling back, she looked behind her, and she licked her lips.
That had him seeing red as he flipped her, finding her tightness while he gently slid in again. Her hands found his locks, tugging while her legs wrapped around him tight. Their hands entwined, he made each stroke seal his name in her body.
Protection sigils shimmered through her body as he worked each one in deeper with each thrust of his hips. He bucked while he felt her split the sigils and weave them into his body as well.
With a grunt, he picked her up, so she could ride his lap, while he drowned himself in her sweet, soft mouth, and they came together.
His seed exploded deep, hot and thick within her loving walls, making her body tighten while vibrating into a deep arch, her rear throwing it back against him.
Her beautiful golden eyes flickered like diamonds while her shoulders flexed and silvery white glowing wings broke from her shoulder blades.
The beauty of her wings had him holding her tight while she breathed heavily, her face buried in his neck. Stroking her hair, he slid a thumb over the side of her cheek, catching each tear before it fell. “I love you,” he whispered.
Sanna's soft voice flowed over him as she kissed his neck and whispered back, “I love you too.” She bit down, drank, and pulled the last bit of seed from him.
He felt her magnificent wings encase him, while his did the same. His fingers dug into her supple rear, and Novel's “We Got It Bad” drowned out their soft breathing and quiet, slow strokes.
Chapter 21
“Ahhhh!”
The Dark Lady, also known as Princess Reina, woke up in a cold sweat, her eyes dilated. Her creamy breasts heaved as she tried to catch her breath. The sheets lay in bunched knots around her as she looked around her dark, fire-lit room. She saw bloodâglorious, beautiful, ruby-black bloodâdrowning everyone and everything.
It made her smile, until she saw the source of that blood. Thousands of her people lay in dusting corpses, their blood washing away the delicious sins and taint they had collected over the centuries.
Her father sat on a mound of bodies under him, his arms held behind his back as he roared. A swift slash of light decapitated him right in front of her eyes. Pure delight filled her as she watched her father die, his sins, his darkness ripped from him by an unseen force.
But anger filled her as she watched light drown out the darkness and her people. Screaming her displeasure as she saw that Oracle bitch in her mind, she fumed. She was the one in her dreams since the beginning of Reina's hunt for her. She watched as she pulled at the bitch's hair when she saw the bloodied body of her twin as a kid, ten years old, staring at her with a smile of hatred in his glance. Confused, a light flashed and made her look away and focus back on the Oracle.
That bitch held an antiquated book in her hands, a large leather-bound book that looked to be connected with other matching volumes. She was flipping through them and speaking the old language of the Light.
A tall, cloaked man, a man she assumed was a Slayer, stood by, arms crossed, ancient weapons in his hands, fangs glistening in the dark, black locks resting over his shoulders.
Something about him made her watch him closely as he lit up with power that frightened her. A power that spread to that Oracle bitch, and it made Reina almost cower in shameful fear. She refused to go out like a bitch, but that current seemed to spread.
She saw a shadowed group touch the Oracle bitch, and the power washed over everything. She screamed, and her vision shifted, and she saw that same book lying hidden by stone-fire beasts.
Beasts, which she thought were mythical, swarmed past her vision. Dragons. She saw it. She saw the marker of a hazy landmark and knew she had to get it before that Oracle bitch got to it. If she could get it, then she could save her people, and she could get the Oracle and kill her. She was a threat to her kind. One that wasn't worth turning, unlike what her father thought, and she intended to kill her. Especially after this vision.
How dare that bitch try to scare her!
Her vision tilted again, and she screamed. Her twin stood back in front of her, very much alive, the same age as she. She swung her Asp ring, ready to cut his beautiful face. She watched him laugh, reach out, and kiss her forehead.
“You fear what you'll become,” was all he said to her in Spanish.
His touch made her fall to her knees. Light spilled from her hands, her eyes, and then her mouth. She screamed, “No!” and saw that Oracle bitch.
The Oracle dropped down near her and whispered in her ear, “You will not take me, but we will meet.”
She too kissed Reina, a kiss full of power against her cheek, and Reina imploded, the light turning her, and she woke up screaming. The bitch was powerful. Too powerful. She had to die. And Reina had to get that book before she accomplished the death of her people and herself.
“Princess?” Winter and Nydia's soft voices blended as one.
Reina gathered herself and threw the covers off her. “Change of plans, ladies,” she almost roared as she constrained her anger and pushed the hands away that tried to help her out of her massive bed. “Get off me! I said we have a change of plans.
Nydia
!” she shouted as she stared at her Protector, who stood in a sheer peach camisole nightgown, the fire's glow behind her from the fireplace casting a glimpse of her naked body underneath.
“Have you located my pet?” Reina's hand flew to her disheveled hair while she glared at her Protector, watching her as she waited.
“I have not. His scent has disappeared, but I am backtracking and going to his old hangouts.”
Reina glared, walked up to her, and backhanded her hard as her Protector snarled. Nydia clutched her face before reflexively backhanding Reina back with a growl. “I am doing my job, Princess. I am here to protect and honor your will!” She stood panting, her hands clenched.
Reina leered and licked her own bloody mouth as she nodded. “I have another job for you.
Mira.
” She snapped her fingers and walked around the chambers.
Winter reached out to dab at her mouth, and Reina hissed, pushing her back in fringed fury.
“Find this book! I have seen some of the landmarks where it might be, and it is important that we get it before that Oracle bitch and her Protectors get it!” She flashed the image of what she saw in her vision to both Winter and Nydia.
“You find it, and you draw that bitch to you. She wants it. We get that, we get her, and you
end
her!” Reina's eyes flashed with power as she breathed hard. “Do you
both
understand me? Take what you need, and you both get that book.”
Winter calmly smoothed a hand down her silk royal blue nightgown and averted her eyes as she spoke in respect. “Princess, your father wills that we keep her alive, and this book you seek . . . we will do all we can to find it.”
Moving with a silent swiftness, her gown rustled against her stone floor. Fury had control tonight, and she smiled in satisfaction as she held Winter by her throat. She pressed her body against Winter's softness as she spoke. “Do . . . not . . . question . . . me. Get what I said and prepare my things.
We
go hunting for this book, and
we
will find it and present the head of that bitch on a platter for my beloved father.
Comprendes
?”
Winter kept her eyes on the Princess and saw Nydia watch with a flash of concern that quickly disappeared. Nodding her head, she realized her nails had dug into Reina's wrist, and the dark aromatic scent of her blood had filled the room. Winter licked her lips and wished this was a moment in time where she was blessed with fangs. She wished she wasn't just an immortal human Mystic bitten by the Cursed and made to be a Witch, so she could defend herself bite for bite.
Reina's bite was swift, and Winter kept herself from struggling with the pain, which felt like a thousand knives cutting into her soul. The dark part of Winter did enjoy this, but the Light in her wanted to poison the bitch and light her ass on fire.
Winter raised her leg and pushed, slamming the Dark Lady to the floor as she held her neck and stepped back. She swiftly kicked the Princess before standing, panting, malicious sneer on her face. The games the Princess liked did make her happy to whup her ass.
Reina sat, face bowed, hair spilling over her face as she breathed hard, licking her glistening dark red lips with a sinister grin. “Bring me a toy. I need to fuck.”
Winter nodded, and she watched as Nydia gave her customary bow. “We will follow your wishes. Darkness be.”
“Nydia.”
The Medusa paused, slightly turning. “Yes, Princess?”
“I still want my other toy. Find him.”
Nodding, Nydia's eyes flashed, and she cast a dark smile. “As you wish.” Then she quietly walked away
Reina walked back to her bed as her gown fell to the floor, leaving her naked, her creamy caramel, hieroglyph-tattooed skin glowing with the fire. Her plump rear so round and perky, with two dimples that winked, left many Dark Society women envious of their Princess. Her dark brown hair curled on the ends, spilling down her back, covering her plump breasts.
Turning away and opening the door to the suite, Winter had to find a way to warn the others and warn them fast. She also had to find a way to slow down the hunt at all costs. She was known for her knowledge in books, so she knew most of the hunt would fall on her. This sabotage was going to be interesting.
“Will Kwan satisfy you, Princess?” she calmly asked. Winter's hand held her bleeding neck as she tapped her ring and sent healing balm to spread over her neck.
“Kwan and Ethan, send them both.”
Curtsying, Winter quickly and quietly exited the chamber and searched out her best well-trained attendants. They were her special little project, and they worked well in her secret game. But in this game of covert affairs, she knew she had to continue to block her mind while going any deeper. She was going to have to adjust her plans to destroy this Royal House. Glancing at her hands, she remembered what she was told and slyly smiled. Warning the others was now a high priority.
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Light flashed across her eyes, and she heard a slight tinkling sound, like thousands of tiny bells. She sighed, snuggling into the warmth that claimed her as his. How he made her feel last night was unforgettable. She couldn't believe how bold and comfortable in her skin he'd made her feel. She was hungry for more of him. His taste was addictive, savory, and sweet, like toffee coated in chocolate. He was incredible.
She inhaled and remembered how he awoke her. Everything seemed to slide into place like a puzzle. She felt her body hum and click. Her gumline was slightly sore as her incisors descended. Her back was tense and tender as her wings grew. Her mouth tasted sweet like powder sugar, and everything in her said, “Bite him. Mark him,” and she did. Oh, did she.
His touch suddenly made her more aware, as the light and the tinkling sound continued off in the distance.
She stretched, a slow grin forming as his searching mouth brushed her lips. She heard him whisper, “Wake up.”
She arched as his large hand found her waking kitty. She thought she was going to lose it, the way he touched her. It was as if he intuitively knew how to make her crave him. Her legs began to rub together, creating additional friction, and she felt him flick his tongue over her hard nipples then suck.
Instantly, her soft mound was in his eager mouth. He lapped at her with a gentle slurp and pulled back, blowing as he whispered, “I know you are awake.”
Her head nodded up and down, and she opened her sleepy eyelids with a blink. She looked down at the man who made her body feel like a sleeping volcano. Licking her lips, she groaned and bit her lower lip at the same time.
She felt him slip a finger inside of her and gently slowly stroke her. Her body, especially where he touched, was still tender, but she felt his power blanket her, soothing away the aches she was feeling.
She moaned, “Thank you, Lord, for this man!'
Her head dug into the mattress, and her hips dipped then jutted up to match his strokes, and he claimed her mouth, drinking deeply.
The sound of the bells and the flash of light hit her senses again as distant voices in her mind broke through.
“Ey. Calm that shit down, homie. We know your palms are killing you, but chill. We got this.”
“You don't understand, man! It's like I got gonorrhea of the hands. This shit is insane!”
“Ha! Gonorrhea of the hands. Good shit, homie.”
Sanna recognized the voices. Amit and Calvin were joking around with each other. She sighed and tried to block them out. They were interrupting her groove while Khamun's kisses lightened, his shaft resting against her swollen clit, and she heard him chuckle.
“My man is a fool, your cousin, that is,” Khamun groggily muttered, his nose tracing the side of her neck while he yawned and shifted his weight off her.
She wanted to spread her legs and let him take her to the heavens and high-five every level she passed, but the voices seemed to go on.
“You hear them too?” she asked.
Khamun's sexy chuckle vibrated through her, making her shift against him. Her hand slid down his back to find his rock-solid yet soft, well-rounded rear. He had that rear she could grip or bounce a quarter off, and she wasn't mad about it at all.
“Yeah, baby. We are very much linked right now. I see that light too, by the way and”âHe grunted, holding her tightâ“I think you're supposed to follow, but I don't want you to just yet.”
He wiggled his hips, and she groaned, suddenly kissing his neck with need, her lower lip tracing over the second bite she gave him.
As he had explained it last night, they were unofficially married. A part of her was shocked, but her nature and heart said, “Heck, yes!” So she accepted it. She would have to adjust. And he promised, when she was ready, he would ask her the right way. So he told her to think of it as a permanent engagement, and she was fine with it.
She wondered about those who wanted to break a union made like this, and he told her it was rare, but it involved a lot of protocol and a lot of bodyguards. She just blinked and took it for what it was.
“Tell me, baby, how you learn to work them hips like that?”