No amount of bodies can ever replace you, Princess!
“That was fantastic.” After stretching as sated and as sensual as only she could be, Ylianor snuggled closer. “And you were the most awesome master a girl could hope for.” Adjusting her position, she managed to press all her curves to his still hungry body.
Amazing how she fitted him to a Tee. To think he remembered looking for just such combination when he had been seeking a pledge mate. And the fact none of the other women ever came close to that perfect fit made him want her more.
More than he had already taken. More than she had already given. As though he would not rest until everyone recognized his claim to the whole of her.
For his greatest kick throughout the entire game had been to make it clear that she belonged to him. That his mastery over her was complete and went beyond the sex, so no one would doubt she was his in a way she could never be with anyone else.
“And everybody kind of envied me for being your slave.” Of course, she had noticed, picking it up thanks to her aura reading Virt.
But what caught his attention was how proud she sounded about it.
“Maybe because you played it at the edge of every sensation.” She bit her lower lip as though she were not sure. “And pushed me far beyond my limits.” Not far enough if her pelvis digging in his crotch was any indication. “Could that be it?” Completely aware that he was heating up again, she regarded him with the most adorable expression stamped all over her beautiful face.
Burying his head in the nape of her neck, he inhaled her scent to his lungs.
No, as far down as his stirring erection.
“Could be.” Nibbling her tantalizing flesh, his senses spinning again, he fell short of coherent answers.
“Either way, you were totally right.” She surrendered immediately, going all defenseless in his embrace. “This was the most incredibly exciting game of all.”
“Our version of it.” Raising his gaze, he fixed her intently. “Not Cecilia’s.”
This was a fact that no amount of intoxication could obscure.
“Oh, if people knew how we really played, they would’ve been only more envious.” A knowing smirk curved her lips.
“I think many guessed it.” He had caught too many wishful glances their way to doubt his words. “For sure, we didn’t come out as your regular master and slave.” No way would that have been possible, given their head talk and the degree of understanding it implied. “And since they did plenty of watching, they already know we played a much more interesting game than anything Cecilia could ever come up with.”
“That’s an understatement,” she quipped. “Her Game is too…” Frowning, she seemed to be in search of the right word. “Logical.” Happy with her choice, she beamed at him. “There’s no passion in it, just like there isn’t any in her.” Her startling green eyes clouded. “In fact, she has the strangest light I’ve ever seen.”
“What do you mean?” Suddenly very interested, he forced his mind to focus while pushing his newest arousal to the back seat.
“Cold and calculating—that’s what I perceived from her aura.” Her eyes glazed as though in the effort of remembering. “It’s like she lives in a reality of her own creation, where everything has to fit inside her complex grid.” To make it clearer, she flooded him with the exact sensations she had felt when Cecilia had asked her name. With a disturbingly cold wall of dark blue light, arranged in such a complex geometrical structure that allowed for no variations in colors or patterns. “Like everything has to have a rational purpose to it or at least, a plausible explanation.”
Yeah, he knew exactly what she meant. Had felt it from the first time he had entered in contact with the masculine-faced stern woman. Still and in spite of her lack of enthusiasm for sex, her highly structured mind had impressed him. So out of the ordinary, it defined Cecilia Hurst in a way it did no other person he knew.
“And she’s so sure of herself that she has no doubts,” the princess’s soft voice continued to analyze her perceptions. “Which is frightening in a way and very strange in another.” Shifting position again, she succeeded in pressing taut nipples to his chest. “Usually, people’s auras have contrasting colors that give me the measure of their feelings. But her lights are unreadable.” She pushed out a heavy breath of air as though frustrated with this obvious obstacle. “‘Cause she has no variations, no peaks, no nothing that can tell me what she’s thinking or feeling. The one thing that was real clear was her need to control everything, not just her reality but everyone else’s, too.” Her eyes widened. “That’s why it scared me.”
“However much she might want to appear in control, some things inevitably escape her.” He chuckled remembering some of his discussions with Cecilia. “Like sex.”
“Yeah.” Ylianor giggled amused. “That’s definitely out of her reach.” Her voice lowered a notch, “So it mustn’t have been easy to have sex with her.”
“I survived.” He pecked her nose. “And someone’s getting too curious for her own good.”
Not that it would be displeasing to share that particular experience. He just got a better kick out of keeping her guessing.
“Not curious, just wondering.” Just natural she should turn the tables on him. “That you should like women so much, to the point of having sex with one who looks like a man rather than stick to men alone.”
Now, this was a provocation pure and simple.
And since his cock had become suddenly very thick, he decided to play along, having his own whims to satisfy.
“I’m not like my angel.” Bending, he brushed off an annoying strand of her long hair before sinking his teeth in her neck.
Did her pussy drip like a fountain.
“And you know it.” His next attack was to her nipples, two hard knots begging for his lavish pampering.
Which he delivered with luscious sucks in between bites and painful teeth grazing that had her jumping in anticipation.
“Do I?” Seductive and enticing, she challenged him.
So she was asking for it.
And his erection turned slab of marble could not wait to give it to her.
“I think you do.” Grinning broadly, he spread her legs wide. “But in case you need a reminder, I’m more than happy to oblige.” One precise hit was all it took to impale her ass and slide to her guts.
As large as a gangbanged butt hole, her back channel had no problems fitting his entire thick length in the seconds immediately following the impact, squeezing just right on every side.
This kind of put a damper on his conversation, considering how thoroughly lost he was getting in her fabulous behind.
“Now, where were we?” Still, talking and fucking did have its own intrigue, particularly since he had to avoid it during the Game.
“At your attraction for women.” Arching upward, she swallowed his balls together with the rest of his shaft. “At why you prefer them over men.”
“Right.” Pumping her was sheer delight. And that hip rotation of hers would soon push him overboard, however much he wished this particular fuck to last forever. “So, about women…” In and out, his steady rhythm took no breaks. “Unlike my angel, I find their treacherous curves a real turn-on.” If it was Chris’s way of scorning women and their different appearance, it still tightened his beast to stone-like consistency. “This body of yours with those sexy lines drives me crazy, Princess.” Drowning in her silky feel, he linked their sensations.
And he lost all boundaries, melting in her extreme need to have him dominate her in every way possible.
“Literally.” Since her mouth was free, he claimed it as well. Pushing his avid tongue, he requested and obtained her total submission. Everything about women is irresistible. And was there a need for more, her reactions never ceased to liquefy his senses and stiffen his shaft. From their smooth skins to their drenched cunts to the shape of their magnificent ass…
To emphasize his point and increase his drive, he clamped both buttocks and shoved them upward, in synch with his downward slams.
That’s why, when it comes to sex, they’re always my first choice. His cock pulsated from the load pressing at the tip of his erection.
And for him, it was the end of the conversation.
Then again, what was the use of talking when she was about to come?
Flung way out to the stars by his accelerating the tempo in both her ass and mouth, she was floating on her own pleasure. And her clit rubbing against his crotch was getting her to bliss faster than he had anticipated.
So he curved up her legs and got on his knees to bang her ass as it deserved. Hard and rough, he exercised full control in hammering what was so big now. It could hardly qualify as an asshole.
More the size of a puffed-up slit, he felt pretty sure that were he just to insist a tad bit more, his balls would find ample accommodations in it.
At this new thought, he felt her first contractions. Which was the beginning of an avalanche that burst from her ass upward and shattered her every fiber. And there was no stopping it.
The more he pounded, the more she climaxed. Over and over, her body clenched and relaxed in a continuous vortex of pleasure that wrecked her body and mind, as testified by her loud scream trapped in his head alone.
Just too bad it would have to end soon. Unable to sustain the tide, he blew her butt one last time and swamped it with a full load of his unstoppable juice.
Not that his cock went limp. It was still hard enough to remain trapped in between her fleshy walls. So he left it there. Simply shifted to allow her legs to fall back on the mattress and to press his weight on her again.
“What about men’s appeal?” Playing it like she had not had the most outrageous orgasm of all her sex-filled night, she wriggled her butt to screw him deeper.
“I like them well enough, but their straight lines leave little to the imagination.” Reaching down, he stuck three fingers in her overflowing slit. “Or to surprises.” Then stuffed them in her mouth, forcing them down to demand their immediate cleaning.
She complied readily, obediently licking each with a voracity that took him off guard.
“Do they now?” Again, she had no qualms in meeting his new dare and upping the stakes, pushing her hips up and down.
Which was the best way to stiffen his stick to its previous monster size.
“Then your choice of a lover is interesting, to say the least.” Still, it did not deter her from pursuing a track of her own. ‘Cause Christopher Templeton is as sensual as a woman, if not more.” Her tongue tracing the edges of her upper lips gave him the impression she would have loved to show his angel just what she meant. “And there are many who think he’s too good looking for a man, which of course he is.
“You forget that he was my phase mate first,” he was quick to block where she was going. “And that makes all the difference. ‘Cause, before it starts, we know nothing of sex or of what our tastes will turn out to be.”
“Liar!” Small wonder she would call his bluff. “The demon has always been beyond a mere phase, and you knew it from the start.” She sounded sure of herself. “You claimed him as your own the first time you laid eyes on him.”
Unbidden, the memory of his first glimpse of the blond head coming around the bend of Black Rose’s hills on that bright summer day came to the fore.
“I was there, even if you don’t remember me.” And it hurt her. To the point her brilliant green gaze became opaque like they had the first time he had admitted it.
Which made him all the sadder he could find no trace of her in the sharp images of his past, still wondering how and why something should have wiped her out so completely.
“The look you gave him was unmistakable,” her voice turned dreamy as though she was reliving the moment. “You couldn’t believe your eyes something so beautiful existed.”
“All right, so I lied.” He grinned. “And just for the record, the angel is still the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”
“And he manages to turn you on despite the fact he’s a man,” she snapped.
“That’s his secret.” Because somehow and against any rationality, he knew he would have been attracted to the striking creature no matter what his gender. “Not to mention the source of his power.”
“Power has got nothing to do with it,” she scoffed. “You simply love him too much.” She seemed driven to make a point out of it. “Beyond anything else in this world.”
He thought he detected a note of jealousy, though perhaps his heightened senses were playing tricks on him.
“Wrong,” he goaded her just for the fun of it. “Love has got nothing to do with it or with him for that matter.”
“How could it not?” Her pitch rose, “He’s your kindred spirit—”
“All right, Princess, you want to talk about my angel?” Pulling out of her snug confinement, he sat cross-legged next to her.
“Only if you want to.” Standing down all at once, she blushed violently, trying to make it pass as though it would be his decision rather than her heartfelt wish.
“After all the sharing I’ve done, is there something you still don’t know about him?” Not allowing her to avert her gaze, he held a finger under her chin. “Something that I’ve left out?”
Not that he minded this new turn of the conversation.
His angel was something so private that he had never talked about him with anyone. And that was a real shame.
The way he felt about the stunning blond had made him wish he could shout it out loud more than once.
“Nothing except…” What he feels for me.
No, she had not actually said it, much less thought it.
Yet he had no problem reading it from her troubled expression and her sudden reluctance to keep talking.
“No way am I gonna tell you that.” However much his heart went out to her, he would not make her task any easier. Nor would he provide any sort of information that would risk the fragile balance he had managed to establish between the three of them.
If things were to work between them like Arthur himself had stressed, Chris and Ylianor would have to find a way to each other that was independent of him, a link they would have to forge on their own without his help.
“Why not?” On the offensive, she flashed angry green eyes at him.
“‘Cause I’m not gonna help you get to him.” He raised a hand to stop her objections. “Listen to me. I know you’re trying to find a way to him…” And he to you, he added without sharing the thought. “But whatever you need to know, you’ll have to ask him yourself.” He pecked her nose. “‘Cause I can’t betray his confidence, since it’s none of your business anyway.” Not exactly true, still he gave it a cold and heartless inflection to steer her away from bright ideas.
“You made it my business, the moment you decided to drag me into this torrid love affair of yours.” Green eyes flashing in open challenge, she replayed his passionate declarations to Chris.
Both of them, the first right after their arrival at the Hall, and the second after they had left it.
“But since you don’t want just sex from me, I’m entitled to know where I stand between the two of you.” Impossible to miss her smug satisfaction at having come up with a reasonable excuse to get him to talk about his angel.
Which deserved his applause, had not his need to protect her already messed up with his priorities.
With his cock, too, for this new twist had an arousing side effect that jerked it impatiently.
“Fair enough, but not like this.” First, he flipped her on her stomach. Then jabbed her legs wide apart and crashed into her velvety and exceedingly moist pussy. “Now what exactly do you want to know?”
“Everything,” she breathed hoarsely.
If from the excitement shooting through her every fiber or the thrill of having won a victory of sorts he neither knew nor cared.
Not that it mattered in the least. It was kind of evident she wanted to turn this into a new cock wrenching game.
“And start at the beginning.” Now, this sounded like an order pure and simple.
And if he let it slide, it was just because she had just earned a resounding punishment.
“When we met?” Provoking her on purpose, he increased the speed in her slit. “Or when our phase started?” His shaft fully embedded, it was drowning in a sea of thick honeydew that was sucking it beyond the balls.
“When you knew he belonged to you.” All right, it was official.
She wanted to play coy.
Too bad he was ready for her.
“That would be when I cracked his ass.” Not true, of course, just the dull throbbing of his imperious monster clouded his perceptions a bit. “Back when our phase started.” Back when he had branded the angel as his own.
Or why else did everyone consider phase mates as privileged relationships, above pledges themselves?
“‘Cause like with you, I was the first to split him open.” Changing his rhythm, he was afraid he would soon lose track of the conversation. “But his ass kept me hooked way beyond a normal phase.”
And still did, if he had to tell it all.
“And that makes my claim to both of you all the more legitimate and valid.” This did it.
Made her drip all over like a faucet in search of release.
Kind of obvious she wanted to come. And had he not picked it up from the wriggling of her butt that facilitated his cock’s furious pumping, he had no doubts on spotting her hands attempting to slip beneath her belly to fondle her cunt.
Something he blocked immediately, gripping her harder than before.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” Quick to catch her, he clamped her wrists. “You’re forbidden to come until I say so.”
To avoid just such possibility, he changed their position, sliding her to the floor and twisting her arms behind her back.
On her knees, his frame immobilizing her to the bed, she really had no way to climax. But for good measure, he also shifted his aim, going from cunt to ass with one swift shove.
“Master, please.” That her whimper had nothing to do with his forceful possession was evident since she had not even flinched. “I could give you so much more if you let me come.”
Now she was asking for it worse than before.
“What for?” Upping the stakes, he taunted openly, “I already have who satisfies all my needs.” Adjusting his position, he banged his whole humongous length into the hot sheath of her back channel, balls included. “‘Cause that fire of his consumes me yet gives me new life every day more.” This was another undisputable awareness he had begun reckoning with ever since learning of his angel’s true nature. “And it makes me so fucking hard to know I’m the only one able to control it.”
Yes, out of all the knowledge Arthur had piled on him during his brief stay at the Hall, this had been the one piece of information that had really blown his mind.
“Same fire that attracts people like crazy despite its dangerous side effects.” Because it could burn them quicker than lightning, though it did nothing to prevent them from wanting to play with it. “I guess the risk adds to his charm.”
At his newest slam, he changed aim to sink in her deliciously drenched slit. She trashed in evident dissatisfaction, going as far as struggling to free her hands.
“No, just makes him more of a bastard.” The tension of having to restrain from an orgasm made her aggressive. “A cruel bastard out to hurt whoever stands in his way.”
“So he’s different from anyone else.” This much was incontrovertible, however close he was to come. “Always has been. Always will be.” Which in itself would have been enough to set Christopher Templeton apart from any other human being. “‘Cause he’s an angel and a demon.” The pumping so frenzied, he switched holes again and was about to spill it all in her splendid ass squeezing him like crazy.
Ylianor shuddered. Not out of any pain. From the frustration of having her arms still trapped behind her back and her clit pounding. So furiously, it might swell at any moment.
“And he’s mine.” He said it fiercely, possessively, with all the erotic undertone he could muster. “So there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.” It was as much as he could take.
With a loud groan, he unloaded every last drop in her capacious butt.
“And that same fire is the reason my angel will never fall short on sex and lovers.” His cock flopped out of her ass. “Even if none of them means anything to him.” But he did not budge, flattening her to the bed worse than before.
“Except for Arthur.” Of course, she became frantic, rocking on herself and throwing back her ass, blatantly seeking the fulfillment he had denied her.
“Yeah.” No surprise her Virt would have alerted her about something the angel took pains to conceal from everyone, himself included. “He’s different.” It took no effort to acknowledge this.
He had perceived it right after he had gotten back together with the stunning blond man, going as far as endeavoring to persuade him to let such feelings out in the open. Something Chris refused to do, however attached he was to the old man.
And it was a real pity. “Still, he won’t admit it—”
“Not even to himself.” She had no trouble connecting all the dots. “But he’s a fool if he thinks he can hide it from an aura reader.” Complacent and deeply content with herself, her lips curved in a snarl. “He’s so full of it he can’t help showing it to me.” Then her tone became huskier, “And had I not picked it up from him, Arthur’s lights did plenty of talking in spite of the short time we were together.”
By now, her hip spin had become a torture that had engorged his shaft to solid rigidity once more.
“You’re right.” So he slid it in the crack between her ass cheeks. “He doesn’t want to admit it.” Nor would he ever if he knew Chris any. “I just hope he doesn’t discover it when it’s too late.” He shrugged. “But that’s the way he is, a beautiful angel who considers his playmates as mere sex toys.”
Speaking of which, the sex toy pinned against him was driving him crazy.
And it was having such a definite effect that a slight adjustment had him impaling her slit.
Wet, hot and snug, it fitted his beastly size like a glove.
Then again, she had not come before, so he had expected nothing less.
“The problem is that he doesn’t see people as individuals. Just sees their gender and the sex he can get out of them.” Screwing the whole of his long thick length proved to be effortless. “That’s all he wants from them, no matter how often I told him to look beyond it—”
“That’s all you want from them, too.” Rotating her hips, she sucked him to the hilt. “Only difference is that your aristocratic taste keeps you away from most of them.”
“That’s because they have to interest me as people first,” he was quick to set the record straight. “Sex gets me right at the heart of them, so why should I bother if they have nothing to offer besides a heated fuck?” Or so he had always justified it to himself. “Which happens with those at my same level alone.” With the one notable exception whose cunt he could not get enough of today. “Which also explains why I don’t have sex with servants.”
“Then why are you fucking me?” Of course, she was quick to spot his inconsistency.
“‘Cause I can’t resist your magnificent ass.” He made it sound as though it would be the sole thing worth his notice about her.
So what if it was the farthest thing from the truth?
It still made his excitement soar to the stars and his equipment engorge to the spasm. So he knew he had to have it again.
Out of her cunt, he lifted her back on the bed. Knees and elbows digging on the mattress, legs so far apart balance could be a problem, back bent, ass pushed up and out, she was more cock wrenching than ever. Not to mention tight, which was no small advantage considering how large her back ring had become by now. And that was a definite turn-on for his greedy piece drilling a new path to her guts.
“Or your body.” After sinking to the hilt, he hammered in hope she could provide for more space.
That none was available was kind of a given. He had stretched her to the limit, so no amount of ramming would get him past it. Still, not a good reason to slow down.
“That, like my angel’s, does plenty of talking.” Clutching both her buns, he hurled them wide to give himself the extra drive that might allow him to reach her throat going from the back way. “It calls me every time you sway this magnificent ass of yours.” Since she had never stopped flinging it back, he took it all. “And I can think of nothing else but making it mine.” Which was exactly what he was doing right now. “Of cracking it with one single blow.” To demonstrate his point, his new shove almost inserted his balls along with the rest of him. “And goddamn you,” he added with his breath coming short from the need to explode. “I still can’t get over how easy it is for you to arouse me.” If he managed to hold it together for another minute, it was for the sake of honesty. “To the point I failed my primary objective tonight.”
“What was it?” She loved his enslavement so much that her pussy had become a true ocean of honeydew moistness.
“That I could ignore you or erase my need to have you over and over.” Which was an impossibility he would have to reckon with, not just for tonight.
Forever, if he was any judge of it.
“For no amount of bodies could ever replace you, Princess.” Acknowledging this was liberating in a way, however many doors it threw open.
No, however complicated it would all turn out to be, given his angel’s jealousy and his princess’s competitive nature.
“So I deserve a prize.” Hopeful but not too much, she twisted her head to try catching his gaze.
“Hmmm…” Letting go of her ass, he bent to fondle her taut nipples. “Not sure you do.”
Moaning softly, she pressed her mouth into the mattress as though to keep herself from begging.
“Not sure you’ve been good enough,” he teased mercilessly.
Actually, he could not ask for a more obedient slave at the moment. Her restraint was not just evident. It was admirable, given how she had not made any move to touch herself.
“And this pussy is way too hungry for my taste.” To increase the heat for both of them, he brushed the puffed edges of the drenched folds.
Ylianor almost jumped on the spot. Too intense the shock of pleasure, he feared she would come in spite of him.
“No coming.” So he pinched her clit and halted her flight. “Remember?”
“Yes, Master.” From her meek tone, he knew she would comply however crushed she was by his decision. “I remember.”
“Good.” That he might not make it to the end of this new fuck was becoming clearer with every stroke soaking his fingers to the bone.
It was the goddamn truth. And he was so getting off on it that everything scorched unbearably.
“Now open your legs more.” Squatting further on the mattress, she eased his penetration beyond her guts and gave him full access to what was driving her insane. “What will you do if I let you come?”
“I’ll do…” Kind of obvious her mind had gone blank.
His rimming her swollen slit was messing with her coherence.
“Everything,” she blurted out eventually. “Anything you ask me.”
His own cock about to burst, it was time to take pity on her.
“Then come now for me, Princess.” Pulling out of her ass, he slammed in her cunt and nailed her inflated clit just right.
And Ylianor shattered under the astounding contractions wrecking her body to its essential components. Everything going up in smoke except for her voice, screaming like there would be no tomorrow.
He was right along with her, unable to sustain her tide if not by spilling his very spirit in her pussy.