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McKenzie Lowell stepped up to the door and rang the bell.



The door was answered by a giant dressed in a Scottish kilt, white button up and black half-mask.



“Trick or treat?” he asked.



“Hey Bear, isn’t that supposed to be my line? But I’ll take a treat over a trick any day!”



“Shit Kenzie, how did you know it was me?” Bear asked.



“Because I don’t know anyone else who hits 6’5″? And how did you know it was me?” Kenzie asked with a pout.



“Because I don’t know anyone else with your hot as hell body?”



“Oooooh, you better watch out,” Kenzie teased, punching Bear in the arm, “or I’m going to tell Lola!”



Lola was Bear’s wife. She was a gorgeous, black hair and green eyes, who stood at just under six foot, had a great sense of humor and was perfect for Bear!



“Please don’t Kenzie! She’ll have my balls for sure.” Bear laughed.



“Don’t worry; I won’t be responsible for your becoming a eunuch!”



Kenzie stepped into the foyer of the large, sprawling home that her friends shared. While Bear shut the door and hung her coat, Kenzie stepped up to the large mirror near the stairs to examine herself before stepping into the large masquerade party in full swing in the main part of the house.



Kenzie scrutinized her imagine. Waist length hair, so red it was nearly burgundy, with a nice wave complemented her bright blue eyes. She had clear porcelain skin with a healthy smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose. She loved her freckles.



What she loved much less was her very Rubenesque figure. Kenzie snorted. Rubenesque? How about fat! Kenzie really had no illusions about her size. She was a big girl. She smoothed her hands down her more than ample hips. Adjusting her gauzy, flowing white toga, she turned sideways and eyed her rounded stomach, much hidden by the empire waist of her gown. She’d taken a risk coming as a goddess. How many fat girls were actually brave enough to assume the right to be a goddess? Along with her white toga gown, she wore a gold laurel wreath and a white feathered half mask. The mask showed of her ruby painted cupid-bow lips to their best advantage.



As little as she loved her figure, she had almost learned to accept her less than supermodel body. Dates, though, had been few and far between, due mostly to her size, she was sure. However, Kenzie accepted that she was a beautiful woman. And she was definitely not shy about adorning her body. She had numerous tattoos including a large tree of life on her back. She also had multiple ear piercings, a hoop in her nose and small diamond stubs ornamenting her bottom lip.



Giving herself one last critical look, Kenzie stepped into the large great room. She looked around, taking in the crush of other party guests. There were several predictable costumes: witches, vampires, pirates and some zombies. Some of the women wore beautiful costumes, dressed as fairies and princesses. Her eyes landed on a particularly hot black haired she-devil at the bar. Kenzie smiled. Of course Lola would be dressed as a slutty bad girl. SO Lola!



Kenzie milled through the crowd, exchanging pleasantries with several people, making her way to Lola. When she reached her, Lola smiled and hugged Kenzie. With a large smile she handed Kenzie a glass of white wine.



“Oh fancy!” Kenzie teased Lola. “Did you break out the French Chardonnay for moi?”



“Oui! You know it! Nothing but the best for my girl.”



Kenzie took a sip. “Yummy! You so know my weakness.”



“Come sit with me,” Lola urged her and led Kenzie to a large sofa near an even larger roaring fireplace. Lola swayed her barely covered ass, showing off the devil red g-string that matched her costume. They sat together in the corner of the L-shaped sectional.



“You little slut,” Kenzie teased her best friend. “You are going to have innocent young boys limping around from their rampant boners!”



Lola giggle. “I know, right! I am totally shameless.”



Kenzie truly loved her two best friends. Bear and Lola ran a very lucrative and popular nightclub downtown called The Drunken Dog. It featured barely clad go-go dancers, live bands several nights a week and was patronized by lots of very attractive and rich people. Being a singer, Kenzie had performed at The Drunken Dog on a regular basis and it had become like a second home to her; or a first home, maybe. Kenzie had grown up in foster care and had no family. Completely alone in the world, Kenzie has struggled on her own from the time she had run away from her last abusive foster home at the age of 15.



Kenzie had supported herself as a street musician from that time on. She had an incredibly beautiful and unique voice, smoky and gravelly. She was also a natural on the guitar, having taught herself. At the age of 32 she’d yet to pick up a recording contract, however she had a very lucrative career performing at nightclubs and bars around the city.



“So,” she told Lola, glancing around, “nice party. Are you sure you found enough gorgeous people to be here? Are there any left in the city?”



“Maybe,” Lola, with a little smile, “maybe not. You going to sing for us tonight?”



“Absolutely. Can you have Bear get my guitar out of my car?”



“Sure. Meanwhile, why don’t you mingle? We have lots of naughty versions of games going on in different areas: Spin the Bottle, 60 Seconds in Heaven, yada yada yada! Play! Find a man to fuck, be bad!”



“Haha,” Kenzie retorted with sarcasm. “You know I’ve just got men beating down my door. I’ll stick with my trusty vibrator. Much less risk of rejection.” Before Lola could argue, Kenzie stood, holding her glass up. “I’m getting a refill and then I’ll say hello to a few people.”



Kenzie made her way to the bar and procured herself another glass of wine. She leaned back against the bar, sipped her Chardonnay and people watched for a while. She smiled when she saw Bear palm Lola’s ass across the room. In typical Lola style, she bent slightly to give Bear greater access and he took advantage, running a finger along her barely covered slit. Far from feeling embarrassed, the witnessed scene only made Kenzie feel hot and aroused.



Kenzie sighed heavily. She’d love to find someone to share her life and bed with. Taking another sip of wine, she stilled, feeling the hairs on the back of her neck raise in awareness. Someone was staring at her. Surreptitiously, from beneath lowered lashes, Kenzie glanced around the room. Across the room near the fireplace, not far from where she’d been sitting with Lola, she found the culprit. Her eyes were snared by a very hot specimen of man. When she met his eyes, his full, beautiful lips quirked up in a half-smile. Kenzie jarred from the intensity of his gaze.



Wow, she thought lowering her eyes, he is amazingly sexy. Discreetly, she hoped, Kenzie checked out the mystery man across the room. He was tall, fully as tall as Bear, but without the bulk. She couldn’t tell the color of his eyes from the brief look she’d had, as well as from the distance, but his jet black hair shined in the firelight, so dark it was nearly blue. He wasn’t dressed in costume, though he wore a nice leather half-mask. He was dressed in dark, distressed jeans and a leather half trench coat over a form-fitting black t-shirt. He also wore beautifully made black motorcycle boots with silver buckles. Jesus freaking Christ, she thought, that man is sin on two legs. Glancing back up, Kenzie saw he was still staring at her.



Kenzie felt mesmerized. She felt tingles from head to toe. Her nipples hardened and her pussy started weeping. Kenzie shivered, as she forced her eyes away. Pushing away from the bar, she made her way through the crowd, greeting several people she recognized, despite their masks. Kenzie was quick with a smile and even quicker with a laugh; endearing her to most people she met.



She wandered out onto the large multi-level deck. It was chilly, but not bad, considering the time of year. She made her way to the fire pit and noticed that a very adult game of spin the bottle was going on. It appeared that whomever the bottle landed on, irregardless of the gender of the spinner or whom it landed on, a deep tongue kiss was awarded. Kenzie watched for several turns, becoming increasingly aroused by blatant display of eroticism, before she felt heat at her back. Without turning, she knew it was the mystery man from the great room.



“Are you aroused by the game?” he asked, his breath warm on her ear as he leaned close to whisper to her.



Kenzie jumped slightly, shivering from his words and from the effect of his breath on her ear.



“Yes,” she said without turning. “You?”



“No,” he said, “I’m aroused by you.”



Kenzie stiffened. She turned quickly to find him inches from her. She looked up into his eyes. Way up, considering he stood nearly a foot taller than her. She noticed his eyes were so light blue they were almost white. They were beautiful, but in an almost eerie way. Definitely intense.



“Is this some kind of joke?”



“Nope, no trick here,” he said with a crooked smile, amused at his own Halloween pun. “I think you are incredibly hot. I just have one question for you.”



Kenzie simply raised her eyebrow in response.



He leaned in until her was whispering in her ear again. “Are you wearing panties?”



Kenzie leaned back with a bark of laughter. “You certainly aren’t shy are you?”



“I never have been accused of that.”



“What’s your name? If I turn you on so much I should at least know your name, don’t you think?”



“Fair enough. Silas.”



“I’m Kenzie.”



“I know. I’ve seen you at Bear and Lola’s.”



“Hmmm. Why haven’t I seen you?”



“I’m shy?”



“Oh I highly doubt that,” Kenzie laughed.



Before Silas could make a rejoinder, Kenzie’s name was called from the group playing around the fire pit.



“Come play! Be naughty…it’s Halloween!” This was from a waitress named Erin from The Drunken Dog that Kenzie had a friendly relationship with.



Kenzie hesitated.



“I will if you will,” Silas said from beside her. “Dare you.”



Never one to turn down a dare, a fault that had gotten her into plenty of trouble, Kenzie walked over to the group, throwing a challenging look over her shoulder at Silas. Kenzie chose a spot in the circle and Silas sat next to her, close enough that their thighs pressed against each other, causing a warm glow of arousal in Kenzie’s pussy.



“Ok, Kenzie, you next!” Erin said excitedly.



Kenzie groaned inwardly, but put on a game smile and spun. The bottle spun drunkenly for several rotations before, as if pulled by a magnet, landed on Silas. Kenzie gave a silent victory shout! How fortuitous! Without any wasted time, Silas buried his hand in the hair at the base of Kenzie’s neck and pulled her head back. Kenzie gasped at the suddenness of the action and the shot of fluid it caused to drench her panties. Silas took advantage of Kenzie’s open mouth and crushed her mouth, thrusting his tongue in with aggression. Kenzie moaned and thrust her tongue back at his. They dueled for long moments, tongues tangling, lips sucking, until Kenzie heard loud catcalls and whoops.



She raised her head feeling drunk with the power of the kiss. She had totally lost herself in it.



“Whoa!” Kenzie said on a little laugh. “That’s enough of Spin the Bottle for me or I might end up in a puddle on the floor! I’m getting a drink.” Kenzie stood on unsteady legs and made her way back to the great room and the bar, to the accompaniment of several playful boos. She could feel Silas on her heels.



Procuring a drink, she turned to Silas and said, “Yes.”



“Yes?” he replied.



“Yes, I’m wearing panties, but they’re little.”



“Shit,” Silas whispered, almost to himself. He stepped forward, completely invading her space and pressed his body against hers. He reached around and palmed her ass cheek. “That is so fucking hot, because now all I can think of is taking them off of you.”



“You are pretty presumptuous aren’t you,” Kenzie asked, meaning to sound firm but only managing to sound breathless.



Silas adjusted his hand to slide his finger up the crack of her ass, following the line of her little white silk g-string. With his other hand he palmed the back of her head and tilted her head to the side. Leaning down her ran the flat of his tongue from her collar bone to her ear.



“I go after what I want. And I haven’t wanted anything or anyone this bad in eons,” he breathed into her ear. Using his grip on her ass, he pulled her tight against him, pressing his hard cock against her stomach.



“I can tell,” she replied and turning her head, claimed his mouth in an unusual act of sexual aggression. When he threw himself wholeheartedly into the kiss, she groaned into his mouth. Her nipples were hard points, pressing into his chest through her thin gown. Her panties were sopping wet with her own arousal by now and her clit pulsed hard, from a simple kiss. She wiggled trying to get closer. Silas released her hair and palmed Kenzie’s breast before using his palm to rub her hard nipple in slow circles. When her nipple got even harder, it was Silas’s turn to moan. This continued for several moments before Kenzie registered a clearing of the throat.



Silas lifted his head and growled, “What the fuck is so important that you need to interrupt me, Bear?”



“Well, as much as I, and most of the room, are enjoying this hot as fuck display, it’s time for Kenzie to play for us.”



Kenzie’s cheeks burned at how she had forgotten where they were. But she put on a brave face and a saucy smile.



“Glad I could be of service, Bear. Should I take a bow?”



“Let’s save that for after your set?”



“Sure, but Silas will have to let go of my ass first.”



Silas slowly loosened his grip on her ass and stepped by, but not happily. He turned to Bear, displeasure clear on his face. Bear took a step back and lowered his head, in apparent submission.



“I apologize, Silas.”



Interesting, Kenzie thought, as she made her way to spot near the fireplace where her guitar, a mic and small amp were set up.



When she sat on the provided stool, she gave a cursory hello before beginning the intro to her first song. As she sang, most people came in from other areas of the house, crowding into the great room to hear her perform. She sang nearly a dozen songs, before launching into her current favorite, a song by India.Arie.



She had felt Silas’s eyes burning into her, never leaving for the entire set. As she began the lyrics of the song she looked into his eyes.



“Sometimes I shave my legs and sometimes I don’t



Sometimes I comb my hair and sometimes I won’t



Depend on how the wind blows I might even paint my toes



It really just depends on whatever feels good in my soul



I’m not the average girl from your video



and I ain’t built like a supermodel



But, I learned to love myself unconditionally



Because I am a queen…”



Kenzie finished the song to thunderous applause and thanked everyone for their appreciation.



Lola approached and, taking Kenzie by the arm, led her back to the bar. Kenzie noticed Silas had disappeared.



“Are you trying to get me drunk?” Kenzie asked.



“Maybe,” Lola answered, and with a little laugh handed her another glass of wine. “Just thought you might be parched after all that singing.”



“I am, thanks,” she responded taking a large swallow.



“So, what do you think of Silas? Like him?”



“What’s not to like? He’s super-hot and kisses like he’s set out to make it an art form. He’s definitely wet my panties! How long have you known him?”



“Oh, forever,” Lola answered with a little wave of her hand.



Kenzie recounted the exchange between Silas and Bear. “So, what’s up with that?”



“Well Silas is like family, I guess. He’s like an older brother to Bear; a mentor, really. He gave us the initial investment to start The Drunken Dog. Our success wouldn’t have been possible without Silas.”



“Ah. Ok. Still it’s odd to see Bear so deferential to someone.”



“He loves Silas, we both do, and would never want to offend him,” Lola replied.



“Well if you love Silas, so do I,” Kenzie assured her friend, giving her a one-armed hug, still holding her glass of wine.



“I think you showed everyone how much you ‘loved’ Silas earlier!”



“Oh shut the fuck up!” Kenzie retorted on a laugh. “So many people are going at each other at this party it might as well be an orgy!”



“Yeah, but there was something special about watching you and Silas. Half the people here couldn’t take their eyes off you.”



“Jesus, now I’m more than a little mortified,” Kenzie blushed.



“Don’t be, you are a beautiful sensuous creature! If you weren’t my best friend, I’d want to fuck you!”



Kenzie laughed. “You have enough fucking going on without involving me, you little perv! I am in need of the little girls’ room.” Excusing herself, Kenzie wondered upstairs and into Bear and Lola’s master suite. She used the bathroom, washed her hands and freshened her hair and make-up, taking advantage of Lola’s gigantic assortment of cosmetics.



When she left the bathroom, Silas was waiting for her, leaning against the bedroom door, barring her way out.



Kenzie came to an abrupt halt. “What are you doing?”



“Oh, I thought we could play 60 Minutes in Heaven,” he replied with a wicked grin.



“It’s 60 Seconds in Heaven.”



“Oh, I’ll need way more than a minute with you. But baby, I am going to take you to heaven,” Silas promised, stepping away from the door and shrugging out of his leather trench.



Kenzie felt a rush of moisture flood her cunt, wetting her already damp panties. But not wanting to seem too easy, she asked, “Don’t I have a say in this?”



“Yes,” he replied, stalking her as she backed away from him. “You can say yes, more please, harder; any and all of those.”



Silas peeled his tee off over his head and Kenzie felt her jaw drop. Holy fuck, she thought, he is amazing. Silas had the type of body that a man only got from hard work. A natural, lean musculature, not something bought at a gym. Both of his nipples were pierced, with bars in both. So now she knew Silas possessed two things that turned her on beyond measure; a dominant personality and piercings. She glanced up from his chest to find his eyes on her. The look of lust on his face was so intense, she swallowed audibly. She stood frozen as Silas continued to approach her.



When he reached her, Kenzie expected him to grab her, but instead he slowly circled her. Reaching out he ran his hand lightly along her arm, around the shell of her ear, across her ass. He lightly touched her, circling her, making her feel like she was prey and he was toying with her. Through it all, Kenzie stood still, her breath hitching at every touch, her cunt spasming. She felt near orgasm and Silas had barely touched her! Eventually he made his way back to stand in front of her.



For several moments, Silas merely stared into Kenzie’s eyes. His eyes burned so hot despite their cold color. She felt herself enthralled, lost in the depth of desire she found there. She seemed aware of every inch of her body, as if her skin were suddenly too tight. Her nipples hardened to impossibly tight points, her breathing was fast, heartbeat erratic and her pussy was a constant fount of dripping arousal.



“Take off your gown, McKenzie,” Silas finally spoke, his voice deep and gravelly with want. Kenzie complied, slowly lowering her gown. Kenzie was surprised by her easy compliance, but even more surprised that this amazingly hot man wanted her. And she could in no way doubt his desire for her, she thought, glancing at the giant bulge in his jeans. Soon Kenzie stood before Silas in nothing more than her white silk g-string and 5 inch white satin stilettos. She resisted the urge to squirm and cover herself, severely self-conscious of all the extra weight she was displaying for this impossibly hot man.



“Love, no need to feel insecure. I could come in my jeans just looking at you.” And as unimaginable as it seemed, Kenzie believed him. She shivered hard as he reached out to run the back of his hand along her collarbone. Turning his had he smoothed his fingertips down her chest, between her large, though firm breasts, to settle at the top of her panties. Using a single fingertip, Silas traced the top of her panties, back and forth, until Kenzie was ready to beg him to touch her between her legs.

As though reading her mind, Silas slid his finger down her slit, staying on top of her panties. Kenzie groaned in pure delight at the feel of his finger on her cunt. She desperately wanted more. Please! she thought almost desperately.



“Patience, baby,” he told her.



Kenzie started. Was he reading her mind?



“Yes, and you’re thinking very loudly.”



Before Kenzie could even process that statement, Silas lifted her in his arms as if she weighed nothing, and carried her to the large bed. Kenzie marveled that he could lift her so easily, considering she was no slight burden. He laid her on the bed, grabbed her hands and lifted them above her head, and proceeded to devour her mouth. The thrust of his tongue in her mouth imitated what she longed for his cock to be doing in her sopping wet cunt. Returning Silas’s kiss wholeheartedly, Kenzie couldn’t keep from squeezing her thighs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure on her aching clit.



When Silas pulled away and stood up, Kenzie groaned in objection and tried to reach for him. It was then she realized that while she’d been lost in his kiss, Silas had been securing her hands to the headboard. Kenzie twisted her head around to look at her hands. Of course Bear and Lola would have shackles built into their headboard! She turned her head back to Silas. He was standing beside the bed, his gaze wondering her body, landing longer on some places than others.



“Do you know how fucking amazing you look in just that tiny thong and your hooker heels?”



“Why don’t you show me?”



“You have no idea how badly I want to,” he informed her with a shake of his head, “but first we need to talk.”



“Okaaaay,” Kenzie said, drawing the word out in confusion. Then with a start of remembrance, she asked him, “What the hell did you mean that you could read my mind.”



“Exactly that,” he answered, sitting down next to her on the bed. “If I couldn’t, how would I have known you were even thinking that?”



“Oh.” Kenzie thought for a second. “You could have guessed.”



“Ok,” Silas replied, “think of something.” After a pause, he laughed. “Not about sex. Something not so easily guessed.” Another pause. “Tacos? Seriously?” He laughed again.



“Holy shit! And give me a break, I’m hungry. Are you psychic?”



“Among other things.”



“What other things? I’m getting a little nervous here and feeling a whole lot of vulnerable.”



“I know you’ll have a hard time believing this. And I haven’t told anyone in a long time, but I think you’re special; and I want you. Not just tonight, but for long term. I’ve wanted you from the moment I first saw you at The Drunken Dog. I know all about you; your childhood in the foster system because of your mom’s overdose when you were four. How you ran away from foster care at 15 because of a very handsy foster parent. I know how you’ve struggled to be where you are today; a successful, beautiful, sexy artist with amazing talent.”



“Ok,” Kenzie said, beginning to struggle against her bonds, “I’m starting to be a little creeped out. Let me the fuck up!”



Silas placed his palm low on her belly and Kenzie stilled. “Calm down,” he urged her. “You don’t need to be afraid of me. I just needed to know everything about you. I needed to know if I could trust you. Bear and Lola vouched for you, but I have to be careful because of who I am.” He began rubbing his palm in ever-widening circles on her stomach as he was talking, making it very hard for Kenzie to concentrate, despite the seriousness of the conversation.



“And just who are you?”



“I’m a vampire,” announced to her. “Not just any vampire, though, but the king of this region.”



“Oh, so fucking funny!” Kenzie said. “What kind of game are you playing? I’ve got to tell you, it’s not very amusing to me right now.”



“It’s no game,” Silas told her and leaned forward with the intention of kissing her again. Kenzie turned her head aside trying to avoid the kiss. Silas grasped her by the chin, forcing her face back to his. “Don’t fight me Kenzie. I’m a predator. It’ll only make me more determined and I don’t want to hurt you.”



Kenzie swallowed, feeling a kernel of fear begin in the pit of her stomach. But that fear was waging a war with the desire already residing there. And desire was winning, especially when she could see the lust shining is Silas’s pale blue eyes. So when he leaned down to kiss her again she let him. Silas began the kiss gently this time, brushing his lips softly against hers, back and forth, until Kenzie was on the verge of begging him to deepen the kiss. He might be crazy, but he sure could kiss! Hearing her thoughts, Silas chuckled.



“You are a sensual creature, McKenzie,” he whispered against her lips. “All in due time.”



With those words, Silas began a journey down Kenzie’s body with lips and tongue. He started by giving Kenzie’s throat little flicking licks, interspersed with nipping bites. He worked his way sideways to where her neck and shoulder met. When he reached that ultra-sensitive spot he bit down with a good amount of force. Kenzie let out a little yelp of surprise followed by a low moan of delight. The feeling was amazing. She loved a little edge of pain to her pleasure; had always enjoyed when her lovers bit.



Silas laved away the little pain of his bite with the flat of his tongue. Kenzie was moaning and writhing on the bed, her body begging for more.



“Fuck, baby, you are so sensitive. I wonder if I could make you come without even touching your sweet little cunt.”



“I’m willing to let you try,” Kenzie countered, breathlessly.



Reaching down, Silas cupped her generous breasts, kneading them. Kenzie’s pussy clenched with desire and she groaned, squeezing her thighs. Silas ran his thumbs over both of her nipples, at once. Simultaneously, he continued rubbing her nipples over and over until Kenzie was panting and moaning. Unashamedly, she began begging for more.



“What do you want, baby? Do you want me to lick you pretty, berry colored nipples? Suck them? Bite them?”



“Please, Silas! Yes! Yes, to all of it. Please, please touch me more. Suck my nipples, bite them. I need more!”



“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” he asked as he continued to simply rub his thumbs across her nipple. After several more minutes of this, Kenzie was nearly sobbing from a combination of pleasure and need. “Okay baby,” Silas crooned to her, “I’ll give you more.”



Leaning over, Silas opened his mouth onto her nipple and sucked the whole thing into his mouth. When he began suckling and flicking it with his tongue within his hot mouth, Kenzie’s hips came up off the bed and she gave a little scream.



“Oh god. Yes. Fuck, fuck. More, Silas. Harder.” Kenzie was babbling, begging in near incoherence. Silas gave her what she wanted. Moving to her other breast, he took that nipple into his mouth and bit down, the force just shy of pain. Kenzie moaned, pulling against her bindings, wanting desperately to sink her hands into his hair and pull him closer. Instead all she could do was writhe as her cunt continued to weep. Silas continued to move back and forth between breasts, sucking, licking and biting.



“Silas, I’m going to come,” Kenzie panted. “Please, I need to come. Keep licking my nipples. Oh god, yes, just like that. Oh that feels so good when you use your teeth like that.” Silas reached up to her untended breast and began to pinch and roll that nipple while he sucked hard on the nipple in his mouth. With a guttural groan and a hard squeeze of her thighs, Kenzie came. Silas continued to play with her luscious nipples until Kenzie was begging for him to stop.



“Silas, please! It’s too much.” With a final gentle kiss to the tip of each nipple, Silas raised up to give Kenzie a deep kiss, pushing his tongue between her lips to lick the entire inside of her mouth.



“I swear I can taste your orgasm in just your kiss. I can certainly smell it. Fuck baby, you are amazing. I knew you would be responsive.”



“I’ve never come from just nipple play. That was incredible.”



“Mmmm.” Silas stood and looking down at Kenzie told her, “Spread your legs for me, baby. God you’re wet,” he praised her when she complied. Reaching down, with incredible ease, he tore her thong off of her. Kenzie gasped, feeling a huge flood of moisture flow from her cunt, flowing down into her ass crack.



“Well, shit, that is fucking hot,” Silas praised as he reached down to finger the small hoop in Kenzie’s clitoral hood piercing. “You are full of surprises.”



Silas continued to run his finger up and down her slit, spreading her wetness around. Every time he reached the top, he would flick her clit, making Kenzie groan. “So pretty,” he whispered, seemingly to himself. He slid his finger down, and in one easy move, aided by Kenzie’s extreme wetness, he buried it in her cunt, all the way to his knuckle. Kenzie’s hips came up off the bed to meet his thrust. She moaned deep in her throat.



“More, Silas. Please more.”



“Kenzie, I’m a vampire. Do you believe me baby?” As he asked the question, he continued to thrust his finger in and out of her soaking wet pussy, adding a second finger. Kenzie pushing her hips against his every thrust.



Groaning in disappointment, Kenzie said, “Can you please stop talking crazy and just fuck me?”



“I want to baby,” Silas said as he leaned down to tongue her nipple. Standing up he continued, “I have to know you know what you are getting into. I have to feed on you to fuck you.”



“Ok,” Kenzie said. “You’re a vampire. Just fuck me.” Kenzie was writing on the bed, desperate to have his cock deep inside her aching cunt. She needed to have the emptiness filled. Her inner muscles squeezed his fingers hard.



“Look at me Kenzie,” Silas demanded. When she complied, Silas opened his mouth and a pair of long, sharp incisors shot down out of his top jaw. Kenzie squealed and struggled against her bonds. “Believe me now, beautiful?”



“What the fuck? That is just a trick, a Halloween prop!” Kenzie said, desperately trying to deny.



Silas gave an aggrieved sigh. “How much more convincing do you need? I can read your mind and I have fangs!”



“You’re really a vampire? Are you going to kill me?”



“No, Kenzie,” Silas said with a small smile. “I already told you I wanted to keep you. I just need you to know what I really am. I want to bond you to me and to do that I need to feed from you. Let me. I won’t hurt you, I never would.”



Looking deep in his white blue eyes, Kenzie could see the truth of his words. And she wanted him. More than any other man she’d ever known.



“Ok. You’re a vampire. You want me. I can accept that. Now will you just fuck me before I gnaw through these bindings and fuck myself?”



“Gladly.” With that single word, Silas’s pants seemed to disintegrate. In the blink of an eye, vampire speed, Kenzie though hazily, he had his shoulders wedged between her legs, spreading her wide. He placed his hands under her ass and tilted her cunt up toward his waiting mouth and, with his teeth, gently tugged on Kenzie’s clit ring. Kenzie moaned, panting with need.



“Oh yes,” she whimpered. “Harder! Yes, just like that. Ahhh, yes, suck it. That feels so fucking good.” Kenzie continued to encourage Silas as he licked and sucked her hard little clit into his mouth. He used his tongue to flick her clit back and forth, alternating with forceful suckling. Kenzie was nearly incoherent with the intensity of the pleasure he was giving her. “Silas! I’m going to come!”



Silas pulled away for a moment. “Come for me baby, come all over my face.” His dirty words were all Kenzie needed. As Silas leaned down and sucked her clit back into his mouth, biting down, she came with a shout.



“Fuck, fuck!” Kenzie was near tears, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow. Silas just kept sucking, keeping her riding high on her orgasm until she was begging him to stop. “Stop, please! Enough, I can’t take any more,” Kenzie begged, thrashing her head back on forth on the pillow.



Silas relented, rising up on his hands and knees over her. Damn, he thought, she looks beautiful with all that dark red hair spread out around her, her lips dark with desire, her pupils dilated. He crawled up her body until they were face to face.



“You pussy tastes so good, baby. Taste.” With that, he leaned down and kissed Kenzie deep, thrusting his tongue in her mouth. Kenzie groaned in pleasure, suckling his tongue and delighting in her taste on his lips. Silas leaned down slightly, rubbing his chest hair lightly over her nipples, making Kenzie whimper into his mouth. He pulled his mouth off hers.



“Little girl, I’m going to fuck that hot little mouth of yours.” Kenzie moaned and squeezed her thighs together as a spasm of longing rocketed through her pussy at just the thought of Silas shoving his cock down her throat.



“You’re in luck,” Kenzie informed Silas, “I happen to give very good head.” She looked him in the eye, licking her lips and tasting herself again in the process. “Mmm,” she teased him, “I do taste good.”



It was Silas’s turn to moan. He was infatuated with this sensual, sexy creature underneath him. He climbed up the rest of her body until her was straddling her shoulders. Balancing with one hand on the wall above her, he grabbed his cock in his other hand and pumped it, running his fist up and down the long length. Kenzie watched intently, a gush of fluid pouring from her pussy. There was nothing sexier to her than a man handling his own cock.



Silas brought his cock to her mouth and rubbed the head against her lips. A drop of fluid leaked out of the tip, coating her lips. She licked it off, licking the head of his cock in the process.



“Yum,” she told him.



“Little girl, you are going to kill me,” Silas moaned, “and it’s damn hard to kill a vampire! Open your mouth baby and let me in.”



Kenzie immediately complied, eager to taste him. Silas pushed just the tip into her mouth and she reached out her tongue to swirl around the head. Closing her lips, she suckled on the head, using her tongue to probe the slit in the tip, coaxing more fluid from him. With a guttural groan, Silas threw his head back and pushed his cock the rest of the way in, bumping the back of her throat. Kenzie took a moment take a breath through her nose, making a conscious effort to open her throat and take him all the way in.



“Fuck, baby, you are good,” Silas groaned and he pulled back only to thrust even further down her throat. Every time Silas pulled back, Kenzie took the opportunity to suck hard on his cock, swirling her tongue around its length. Silas set up a steady pace of thrusting into Kenzie’s hot, and oh so willing, mouth. With every plunge, Kenzie was able to take him deeper down her throat, breathing through her nose every time he pulled out, smelling his pleasantly arousing musky scent. Finally Silas pulled out all the way. Kenzie whimpered in disappointment.



“I’d like nothing better than to shoot my load down your throat, but the first time I have to be buried balls deep in your pretty pink cunt.”



Silas moved back down her body. Positioning his cock at the entrance of her still pulsing cunt, he leaned down and brushed his lips across hers.



“Mmm,” Kenzie whispered against his lips, “now we can taste each other.” She wiggled her hips, lifting them, trying to force his cock into her, utterly ready for Silas to finally fill her aching cunt.



Looking her in the eye, he asked her, “Are you sure? If you say yes, there’s no turning back. I won’t let you go. Make sure you mean it. After this you’re mine. I’ll fuck you so hard and so good you’ll never want anyone else.”



“Yes. I want to belong to you.”



Without further delay, Silas thrust his cock into Kenzie’s soaking hot cunt all the way to the hilt. Kenzie let out a keening wail as he bottomed out in her, bumping hard against her cervix, causing a pleasure so great it neared pain. Reaching down with one hand, Silas hooked Kenzie’s knee on his arm, spreading her wide and sinking himself deeper in her pussy. Kenzie was stretched so wide from the size of his cock, she was burning. But she wasn’t about to complain. She’d always enjoyed a little pain with her sex.



“You okay, baby?” Silas asked.



“Oh, yeah,” Kenzie answered, breathily. “What are you waiting for?”



Silas pulled back to until only the head of his cock remained in her pussy, then thrust back in – hard. He repeated this slow, powerful pistoning over and over again. With ever y thrust, Kenzie grunted in a combination of pain and incredible pleasure. Silas leaned down and sucked her nipple into his mouth, causing her to tilt her head back, arching her back, straining to get her nipple further into his mouth.



Releasing her nipple with a pop, Silas told her, “We are going to get these pretty little nipples of yours pierced.”



“Yes, anything you want.”



“Good girl, Kenzie,” Silas praised, pleased with her unqualified submission. He thrust hard into her, bottoming out in her cunt again.



“Please, Silas, faster!” Instead of speeding up, Silas pulled out. Kenzie cried out in protest, nearing the point of tears from the need to have him fuck her hard and fast, deep. “No. Silas, that’s not fair!”



“Hush, baby.” Silas soothed. “I’m not nearly done with you yet.” Silas leaned up, grabbed her by the hips and flipped her onto her stomach. There was enough play in the bindings that her arms were able to criss-cross comfortably. “Ass in the air and keep your head down.” Silas commanded. Kenzie scrambled to obey, not wanting to delay, even for a moment, getting Silas’s cock back in her.



Without warning, Silas spread her ass cheeks, a hand on each, and leaned down to run his tongue from her cunt all the way up the crack of her ass. Kenzie thrust her ass back at him, silently begging for more. “Greedy little bitch aren’t you?”



“Hmm,” was all Kenzie could manage and, chuckling, Silas went back to licking her. He continued to tongue her luscious ass; long sensuous licks, short flicks and finally deep stabs directly into her tight little hole. “Oh yes. That’s it. Lick my ass. I love it. I want you to fuck my ass so bad.”



“Another time. Right now I just want to get back into you pretty little cunt and fuck you until you scream.” Moving up between her legs, Silas palmed her ass cheeks, spreading and lifting them, and plunged back into her dripping wet pussy. Kenzie was so wet that Silas could feel her fluids against his thighs where they had dripped down her own. He began thrusting into her hard and fast. Kenzie began to scream into the pillow under her. Silas could feel his cock bumping against the bundle of nerves that comprised her g-spot with every thrust. Releasing Kenzie’s ass, Silas leaned over her and reaching under her, grasped her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling them.



Kenzie turned her head on the pillow. “I’m going to come again,” she wailed, releasing a sexy little grunting moan with every thrust.



“Not yet,” Silas told her, and pulled nearly all the way out. He kept himself still there and, leaning down, began licking and kissing her neck and shoulders.



“Silas! Fuck me!”



“Mmm, are you telling me what to do little girl? I’m in control here, not you.”



“Yes. NO! I don’t know. I just need you!”



Releasing a breast, Silas wrapped his hand in the hair at the back of Kenzie’s hair, twisting, causing enough pain to feel good. Kenzie gasped and Silas felt a flood of her juices flow out of her cunt onto his cock and down his balls. With his other hand he reached forward and released the bindings imprisoning her to the bed. Using his grip on her hair, he lifted her up until she was sitting in his lap. Grasping her by the hip and the hair, Silas pulled her down, impaling her on his huge, swollen cock. Kenzie moaned out and let her head fall back on Silas’s shoulder, surrendering completely.

“Rarely have I heard or felt such purity and devotion.” A large rumbling voice filled the temple chamber.



Both men’s eyes snapped open and they gasped in awe. Cavel’s hand tightened on Bashta’s fingers, his knuckles turning white. An enormous black jaguar sat in front of the altar, watching them as his tail flicked back and forth. His yellow eyes reflected the orange flames as he looked down on them. Sitting down he was taller than either of them would be standing. It was a truly intimidating sight.



“Do you mean that?” he asked.



“Pardon me.” Bashta bowed. “Do you speak to me, Great One?”



The large jaguar’s mouth parted, his teeth gleaming in the fire light in an odd parody of a smile. “No, dear heart.”



Cavel gulped, that meant the jaguar was addressing him. “I am unsure of what you mean, Great One. If you mean my thoughts of moments ago, yes. More than anything. I want the suffering to end. My people and,” he glanced at Bashta, “my mate, deserve to live in health and joy. I would give anything I possess, anything but my soul, to give them that peace.”



The great jaguar narrowed his eyes. “You would place limits on what you would offer when you beg a boon for your people?”



“I do not hold back anything that is my own, Great One but my soul is not mine to give,” Cavel said softly. He looked down to where Bashta held his hand, their fingers white from the tight grip and then looked up to stare in the jaguar’s shining yellow eyes. “That part of me has always belonged to Bashta, even before I knew him, and it always will. The piece of his soul I carry is held in trust only. I cannot betray my mate, not even to save my people who are your people, Great One.”



“I would never ask that Cavel face the pain I have felt since my clan died,” Bashta objected. “That he would do that, risk his clan for me is… too much.” Bashta looked away from the Jaguar and his tears slowly fell from his eyes as he looked at Cavel’s soft expression. “He… I have come to care greatly for him these past days. I think I love him.” He looked back up at the Jaguar. “I would do whatever required of me to spare him pain.”



A curious sound rumbled through the room, emanating from the cat’s chest. He rose up, easily towering over the kneeling men. He paced in a circle while they held their breath. “You would give anything. Any price I asked? Both of you?”



Bashta and Cavel looked at each other, an unspoken communication passing between them.



“Yes,” Cavel answered simply for both of them.



The Jaguar moved to stand before him, just inches from Cavel’s face. Cavel instantly fell into his bright eyes, passing through a great ring of flames just like the ones behind the altar. He felt a presence in his mind, a voice that whispered and spoke to him with the combined forces of all his ancestors. He was suspended in a moment of time, immersed in the essence of his people’s origins, lines that led back into history to this one creature.



His defenses stripped back, Cavel was flooded with knowledge and power and a sense of duty made all the stronger by his renewed connection to his clan’s ancestors.



He gasped when he was released, weaving on his knees until he could catch his balance against his mate. Bashta held him upright until Cavel blinked a few times and then managed a short bow to the Jaguar.



“You are worthy to be a Protector of our kind. Bashta was chosen as a kitling, brought before me and pledged to be mine. His family has had a Protector in their line as far back as his clan stretched. It is a solemn duty.”



Bashta was unable to choke back his sob at the reminder of the solemn ceremony. Held in his father’s arms as a small kitling the experience and connection he had felt to his people had been the brightest thing in his soul. When they died, it had felt like that had disappeared. The reminder of that made his chest ache in misery.



Cavel instantly looked away from the Jaguar and wrapped his arms around Bashta to comfort him. The Jaguar purred; a deep rumble that helped soothe and calm them.



“Is this mating something you want as well, dear one?” the jaguar asked Bashta when he lifted his head from Cavel’s shoulder.



“Yes.” Bashta’s voice was firm but soft. Cavel leaned forward and kissed his cheek softly, the tip of his tongue licking the last tear from Bashta’s soft skin. Cavel sat back and they both turned toward the Jaguar, their hands once again linked.



“Good. You will have need of that certainty. What I ask will be difficult for you. You will need support to endure the coming hardships.” Bashta blanched a little but Cavel tightened his grip. The Jaguar stood up, towering over them.



“The words of the spirits are often hard to understand. You listened when they spoke through the wise woman and made your way here, into the jungle, though you had nothing but faith to guide you, Cavel, newly made Protector. You have done well as a leader of your clan and deserve your reward for your faithfulness.”



“I have had my reward. This is where I met and fell in love with my mate,” Cavel smiled, “as badly as I bungled it in the beginning.”



The Jaguar huffed, amusement in his voice. “Truly. What you do not know is at the same time you also found your cure.”



Cavel looked confused. “I did? I don’t understand, what cure?” The Jaguar looked at Bashta which only made Cavel more confused. “Pardon me, Great One, I still don’t understand.”



“As the only survivor of his clan Bashta is also the only survivor of this plague that has so decimated our kind.”



Understanding dawned on Cavel’s face. “He had the plague? But… how did he survive?” He turned to Bashta. “Why didn’t you tell me?”



Bashta looked confused. “Tell you what? I didn’t know I was sick. I certainly never experienced the sickness of my clan. I was here in the Temple as they died. I had an infection in a wound and my mother brought me to the pools for healing.”



Understanding dawned over Cavel and he sat back on his heels, nodding. “Of course, don’t you see? The plague attacks the brain and causes headaches long before it attacks the body further and causes the more obvious symptoms. You must have had the headache but just didn’t realize it with the fever from your infection. When you came to be healed the ritual must have done more than just cure the infection, it cured the plague.”



“Then how am I your cure? We don’t have time to get your whole clan here and heal them all, do we?”



“No, that wouldn’t work, you’re right. But we don’t have to bring them here for the cure; we can take the cure to them. It’s in you, your blood!” Cavel said in excitement. “The doctor can create an antiserum with your blood and give it to my clan. It would attack the toxins created by the bacteria that is making them sick.” Bashta’s forehead was wrinkled.



Cavel simplified. “We would make a medicine from your blood and because you had the plague but were healed, they would be healed too. Your blood holds the cure inside it.”



Bashta’s face smoothed out and he smiled, his expression full of joy. “You can do that? Really?”



Cavel was almost dancing though he was still on his knees. “Oh yes!” His excitement faltered. “But… You’ll have to leave the jungle, your home.”



“I could come back.”



“That you could,” said the Jaguar. Their heads turned quickly. Cavel swallowed, he’d been so excited he’d completely forgotten about the enormous jaguar sitting just feet away from them.



Bashta blushed. “Our apologies, Great One. In our excitement we did not mean to ignore you.”



“I am not slighted, dear one. But there is more you must know,” he said kindly. “In order for your blood to work on his clan, you must be his clan. You must be bonded.”



“But I have no clan left alive to perform the ceremony. How can I mate if I have no one to sing for me?” Bashta’s face fell and tears filled his eyes.



They wouldn’t be able to save them. Cavel’s clan would die, just as Bashta’s had. Cavel’s heart turned to stone in his chest.



The Jaguar huffed again, the sound amused as he looked at Bashta. “You are silly, Dear One. Your clan, all clans; are my people. I created you; I succor you in times of trouble, and share with you in times of joy. I will sing for you, for both of you, in your bonding ceremony.”



He padded over to stand directly in front of Cavel and Bashta, so close they could feel the heat from his body. “Stand.”



Silently, they stood before him.



“Bow.”



Both men bent forward, showing their respect for the spirit of their people. As they stood the Jaguar touched his forehead to each of theirs briefly. His warm silky fur felt like a soft caress as he rubbed their faces gently. Cavel felt him enter his mind, encompassing and enveloping them in a presence that felt indescribable as he tested their mate bond. He did the same to Bashta. A purr rumbled in his chest as he moved back a pace.



“Oh yes, this will be a very good mating for our people.”



“Thank you, Great One,” Cavel said, his voice thick with emotion. Bashta didn’t speak, just bowed again.



“Take up the offered rings,” he instructed them. They moved past him and each picked up one shining black ring from the flaming eye still shining on the altar. It was so bright they had to block their eyes shining behind its surface. They looked up to the jaguar who was now facing them from across the altar. “Hold the rings in your right hands, palm up.”



His deep, rumbling voice began chanting in the ancient language Bashta had used for their cleansing. It was unlike any mating chant Cavel had ever heard, beginning as a single melody. Usually both families sang for the mated pair, the sounds blending together. Somehow the jaguar’s song did the same, growing richer and pulling both of them into the song. They were tugged closer together, their free hands joining. Cavel could feel his inner cats rubbing against him, pressing against his skin from the inside.



Bashta whimpered and Cavel knew he must feel it too.



With their eyes closed they didn’t see the Jaguar unsheathe the claws on one paw and slice across both their hands still held palm up, black rings centered on their palms. Their twin gasps filled the air as blood welled from the deep cuts and washed over the rings cradled in their hands. Turning to face each other, they joined their hands, their blood mingling as they clasped their rings between them. Two cries came from each distended throat as their heads fell back and they dropped to their knees in pain and ecstasy flooding their bodies, doubled as their bond grew between them.



Their cats came rushing to the surface as a wave of magic enveloped their bodies.



Starting at the hairline their jaguar clan markings appeared as black rosettes to cover their temples, flowing down their necks and spreading across their bare backs. They gasped as muscles stretched and rippled, shifting and growing. Their claws erupted on hands still clenched tight together, puncturing skin and flesh. The blood dripped onto the floor between them onto the porous black stone before the altar. The flames in the temple flared, filling the room with a living brilliance as their minds met and melded in a fiery clash.



When it faded both men were slumped against each other, still on their knees. The Jaguar sat before them, calmly waiting as their minds began to quiet and separate. It was long minutes as they reveled in each other’s emotions through their bond. Truly bonded mates at last; they each explored the other’s depth of feeling and found answering deep wells of love and devotion.



“A very good mating,” the Jaguar said as they finally pulled apart, both physically and mentally. Only their hands stayed linked around the rings but their minds stayed linked to that deep well hidden within each other. It was enough that they were no longer deaf to the world around them.



“The rings are an outward sign of your connection, to each other and to this place. You are now mated but not yet fully bonded. That will only happen when you share yourselves in the last of the ceremony.”



Cavel smiled as Bashta blushed furiously. Cavel knew that the first night as a truly bonded couple was the most treasured memory for all mates. He was ready to go home and bring salvation to his clan but they deserved this moment in time for themselves. He lamented that it would be a bit more hurried than a normal pair’s but he would make their first time an erotic and loving time for both of them to remember fondly as they grew older.



“I know what is asked of you is not easy Bashta, to forever leave the home of your people. So that you do not lose your roots here, where our kind began, you shall both return each year to the Temple. You are Protectors of all jaguars, bound to me and to my Temple. Bring your kitlings and your clan. Stay true to our ways and keep the spirits strong in your clan and you will prosper.”



Bashta bowed from his knees, his forehead touching the ground before the Jaguar. “It shall be done as you say, Great One. You will always be revered in our clan for saving their lives.” He sat up and smiled brilliantly. “I will never be alone again, because of your generosity. In our home especially, your memory shall never be forgotten.”



The Jaguar rumbled in pleasure, touching each of their foreheads with his again, his power rolling through them and across their bond in benediction. When they opened their eyes, he was gone and the wounds on their palms were healed. Cavel pounced on Bashta, hugging him as tight as he could.



“None of this would have been possible without you.” He leaned over to kiss his mate gently. “I love you.”



“I love you more than you can know,” Bashta replied. He looked down at his hands nervously and realized he still held the ring in his fist. Etched in orange across the black band there were now flames in a pattern that seemed to move and flicker. He held it out in a silent offer.



Cavel held out his free hand as Bashta held up his. Together, both men slid the warm rings on the first finger of each other’s left hands. Cavel brought both hands up to Bashta’s face, peppering it with soft kisses across his forehead, eyes, and cheeks. He finally settled his lips over that succulent mouth, gently parting Bashta’s lips with his tongue and seeking out the warm inside of his mouth to roll and caress with his tongue.



They were both breathing heavily when Cavel pulled back and buried his face against Bashta’s neck. He greedily sucked on the skin, bringing blood and heat to the surface around one of the new round black marks.



“I like these. You look so sexy.”



Bashta moaned, raising his chin and baring his neck. “More, please… more!”



***



Cavel laid him down gently on the stone floor, lying to one side of Bashta. He lightly kissed the red mark he had already made and then began slowly licking and sucking again, this time at the base of Bashta’s jaw.



Bashta heard himself begging but he didn’t care. The sensations were rolling through his sensitive skin. His sense of touch, hearing, and smell all were much more acute in his newly bonded form. He felt as if Cavel’s tongue was bathing the actual nerve endings under his skin as the scent of their arousal mingled and combined into a heady aphrodisiac that filled the chamber.



He whimpered, making Cavel chuckle and then bury his hands in his hair to pull his head back into an even more vulnerable position, kissing down the side of his neck. When Bashta remained limp and unresisting Cavel struck, a large sucking bite over his carotid. It stung but Bashta didn’t move, waiting for Cavel. Nipping gently and laving the skin with his tongue, Cavel began to purr in pleasure when he remained motionless. His emotions flowed through their bond to Bashta.



Bashta felt a wave of pressure as the vibration pulsed through his neck and the sensation forced his manhood erect in moments. It was like lightning streaked through him until he was unable to remain still any longer. His arms came up to Cavel’s shoulders, clutching them as his hips began to move, begging with silent movements for more touching, more caresses.



Cavel opened his mouth, licking his mating mark with his tongue and then kissed it gently. He lifted his head to stare at his mate with shining eyes. “You like this?”



Bashta groaned. “Spirits, yes! Don’t stop.”



Cavel grinned. “Oh I have no intentions of doing that,” he said teasingly. He moved up to straddle Bashta’s body, kissing his way from his mark down his neck to his chest, attacking each nipple as his hands roamed, touching and kneading. His claws scraped gently against Bashta’s sides and thighs and then dug into his slender hips, holding him still.



Moving down again, Cavel circled Bashta’s belly button with his tongue, dipping it inside and chuckling when Bashta moaned and then cursed in agony at the instant pulse of his insistent arousal at the sensation.



Bashta was awash in the feeling of the warm wet tongue tickling and caressing his body. It felt like Cavel was touching him everywhere at once. He shuddered and arched his back, desperately trying to bring his weeping member to Cavel’s attention but his larger mate held his hips firmly, not letting him move as he teased. Hot, moist air washed over him and his breath hitched as he waited in anticipation.



Even then he was hopelessly unprepared for the onslaught of sensation when Cavel’s mouth engulfed him and began to bob up and down from base to tip, sucking fiercely. He cried out, surprised and pleased.



“Oh spirits, Cavel,” he moaned.



He could feel the drawing sensations pulling deep inside him, tugging at their bond. Cavel was unconsciously pumping his hips, brushing his own cock against Bashta’s thighs. They were both panting, reveling in the feelings of love and pleasure through their bond. Cavel pulled off with one final strong pull, drawing a groan from Bashta.



“Why did you stop?” Bashta asked anxiously, panting. His hands were stroking Cavel’s head and kneading his shoulders as his claws flicked in and out.



“I need you,” Cavel said honestly, his own body drawn tight almost to the point of pain. They laid there, Cavel on top of Bashta and stared in each other’s eyes. Bashta watched his mate as he struggled for control. “I don’t want to hurt you.”



Bashta reached up to cup Cavel’s cheek with one hand. “You would never do that. I know you now, remember? We’re two halves of one whole. I trust you.”



Cavel buried his face in Bashta’s neck. “Thank you.” He kissed him gently. “We need something to ease the way. Maybe there would be something slick we could use near the hot spring pools?”



Bashta blushed and looked at the altar. “I think we provided everything we would need tonight already.” Cavel smiled when he looked up and saw the gourd with the tucuma oil. He reached up and brought it down and set it on the floor next to them. Taking a deep breath, he touched slowly, kissing Bashta’s face and neck, pulling up to kiss his mouth deeply, tongue thrusting.



Minutes passes as they caressed each other. Cavel’s claws began to dig into Bashta’s hips, lifting him as they rubbed their cocks together. Their breathing began to pick up as they began to feel their previous urgency take them over. Cavel reached out and dipped a finger in the gourd. Settling himself between Bashta’s thighs he kissed his lower stomach before reaching down.



Bashta gasped when he felt the silky wetness against him as Cavel began to gently open him. His gasp turned into a groan at the slow, deliberate penetration. The addition of two and three fingers made him writhe in need as his body easily accommodated his mate’s explorations with only a small bit of pain that made the pleasure greater.



Unable to hold the sound back, he mewled in need.



“Roll over,” Cavel growled. He urged Bashta up on his hands and knees. One hand caressed the muscular back and shoulders in long soothing strokes as his other coated his straining erection. Bashta watched between his legs, panting as he watched Cavel shudder and close his eyes. His head shot back as Cavel ran a stream of oil across Bashta’s ass.

His mate used both hands to stroke and caress him as he shifted and moved closer. He leaned over and ran his lips across Bashta’s neck and shoulders, sucking and biting as he positioned himself against him, thrusting back and forth a few times against Bashta’s ass.



Bashta moaned and arched as chills raced through him. Suddenly he felt teeth break the skin and bury into the muscles where his neck and shoulder met in a deep bite. His body went limp and would have fallen if Cavel’s hands were not under his chest and stomach, holding him up. In that moment Cavel thrust his hips forward in one long, smooth stroke that drove a scream from Bashta as the pain of the bite and abrupt penetration flowed over and under the flood of pleasure they shared as they joined and their minds bonded again.



Reveling with the pleasure in both their heads and bodies they moved instinctively together. Pulling his mouth from that sensitive spot on Bashta’s neck, Cavel began to lick at the bloody teeth marks, sucking on them as he moaned and panted. Bashta’s back arched as Cavel’s hips rolled forward, their bodies slapping together over and over. Their eyes were blind to the flames in the Temple rising into an inferno around them as they came closer and closer to completion.



Bashta found it first as Cavel brushed against his prostate again and again as he stroked in and out. He could feel the pressure building but he fought the bond and the sensations that were overwhelming him.



“Cavel… oh spirits. I… I don’t know…” His voice broke and he shuddered.



“Shhh, let go,” Cavel growled in his ear, “just feel. Let go for me, I’ll catch you.”



The small stinging nip to his ear from Cavel’s sharp teeth sent him over the precipice. He cried out at the pleasure, calling Cavel’s name as he climaxed. The rhythmic tightening of his body milking Cavel’s rock hard length set him off just seconds later and their cries blended as their minds merged and their souls combined. Locked into a moment of time that seemed endless they strained together, feeling each other’s bodies and minds explode with pleasure.



The flames above the Temple flared high, turning night into day until their bodies went limp after a final shudder of pleasure burst through them and they collapsed to the floor. Exhausted, Cavel rolled to one side. Bashta shuddered as he pulled out, then slid to the ground. He turned to face Cavel and snuggled into his chest.



He pulled Cavel’s hand up to his mouth and nibbled on the pads of his fingers before kissing his palm and then sighing in contentment. “Just one hour and then we will go purify ourselves in the pools, okay?” Bashta murmured, already falling asleep.



“Of course, my love. Anything you want.” Cavel tightened his arms around him as he too fell asleep.



***



The journey out of the jungle didn’t take nearly as long as it did to find the Temple. With Bashta leading the men they made a straight line for the edge of the jungle. Cavel smiled in amusement as Bashta felt another flare of embarrassment when Piscel teased him about his ears again. They were wide at the base then flowed into a neat triangle. He thought they were sexy as hell; not to mention sensitive. Just a finger stroke down the backside was enough to have him quivering in anticipation, his cock hard as a rock for his mate. Cavel began to get hard himself just thinking about it and he blushed when Bashta turned back to glare at him.



“Do you think you can control yourself?” he snapped.



He was dressed in Piscel’s spare clothes, the smallest of the jaguars with them. They hid quite a bit more than his breechclout had but the scent of Cavel’s arousal was having an unfortunate affect on him and it was pretty obvious. His ears twitched in irritation and Saulle laughed.



His attitude toward Bashta was completely different after they came out of the Temple, transformed and fully bonded. Bashta could feel it to, that connection to Cavel’s clan, their clan. It eased the tensions in the group and they fully included Bashta now where before there had been a distance, a separation of clan and not clan. Once Cavel told them of his plan to produce the antiserum there was quiet celebration and a renewed sense of urgency. They had hope now and that sped them on their way home.



Home.



Cavel smiled at the thought. They had left the jungle that morning and traveled along a dirt road until they came to a small town. From there they hired a couple of cars and made their way into the larger towns. Once they got to the airport they were one flight away from Fresno. From there it would be a forty-five minute flight on a small plane or a four hour drive home to Lone Pine.



Close to mountains, the small town was home to their clan. They owned a large tract of land that protected a trail up to a rugged wildlife area never visited by humans that was perfect for their clan when they needed space or room to roam.



Bashta wasn’t excited like the other men. He had gotten quieter as they traveled into the human populated areas. His hands flexed and his claws kept coming out, puncturing the cloth covering his thighs as his agitation grew. When they got out of the car at the airport a plane was just taking off. His ears went flat to his skull and he cowered back from the loud roar of the engines as the plane sped skyward.



“Cavel, you better get over here,” Saulle called.



Cavel ran around the car, dropping to his knees next to the distraught man. He concentrated on sending soothing waves of calm certainty through their bond to calm the rising hysteria he sensed. Bashta looked up at him, his eyes wide and filled with fear. Gathering him into his arms, Cavel stood up. He looked around, spotting an isolated bench near a fountain on one side of the entrance. Walking slowly toward it, the clan men gathered around them, blocking the view of the curious people gawking at the large group of Carthera.



Cavel sat them down, holding on to Bashta. His mate’s rigid body refused to relax and he trembled against him. He stroked Bashta’s hair, running his hands through the heavy strands without saying a word. He focused on calming the turbulent emotions he felt inside their bond, sending calm and sharing his own peace until Bashta finally shuddered and his body went limp. His arms unclenched and he laid his head on Cavel’s shoulder and snuggled into his body. Cavel continued to stroke his hair as Bashta sought comfort by nuzzling his neck.



“I don’t know if I can do this,” Bashta admitted, letting Cavel feel his shame at his weakness. “I could barely stand to be in that… that car, even with the windows down. It scared me, going that fast without moving my own body. Now you say I have to get in one of those,” his eyes cut toward the airplanes visible against the small terminal, “and trust that it won’t come crashing down out of the sky.”



“I know it’s a lot to ask but it’s the only way. We can’t afford to travel overland, it would take too long. This way we will be home in mere hours; well… in Fresno, at least. We have more traveling, but it will be easier, I promise.



“You can do this, I know you can. You’re strong, one of the strongest people I know. You are a black jaguar, an alpha of our clan. You may not know them in here yet,” he tapped Bashta’s head, “but in here you know them as well as I do.” Cavel placed his hand on Bashta’s heart. “You won’t let them down.”



Cavel could see the struggle in Bashta, the newfound bond with his clan, his trust and love of Cavel fighting his fear of the modern world around them and the idea of being encased in a metal object hurtling through the sky. Locking their eyes, Cavel tried to send him reassurance and love as he sat patiently holding him. “I’ll be with you every step of the way,” he assured him. “I’m not going to rush you into this.” They would go when his mate came to terms with his fears, not a moment before.



“You won’t let go of me? Not for anything?” Bashta whispered.



“Never.” Cavel leaned down and brushed their cheeks together in an affectionate caress. Bashta’s overwhelming fear was starting to ease when Saulle came hurrying up from the baggage area with a small package in his hand. He had checked their bags with the outside attendant while Cavel calmed Bashta. Their flight left in just three hours.



Saulle held out a small box. “I think this might help. The seer gave me these before we left. For the little one she said.” He looked, licking his lips. “I’m sorry, I forgot about them before now.”



Cavel opened the box. Nestled inside were two small capsules filled with a dark fluid. He looked at them and then up at Saulle. His eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What are those supposed to do?”



“Calm him down for the flight.”



Cavel started to shake his head and Saulle stopped him before he could speak. “I can feel him broadcasting through the clan bond. If he gets any worse he’s going to start affecting the humans around us. A bunch of humans broadcasting fear in an enclosed space? We don’t need that kind of trouble.”



“I’ll take whatever you think I should,” Bashta said quietly, before Cavel could speak. “He’s right. The thought of just going in the building makes it worse. I don’t know if I would be able to walk in there, even with your help.”



He unclenched one fist from Cavel’s shirt and held out his hand. Cavel carefully put one of the capsules in his palm. Taking a deep breath, Bashta daintily licked it up, swallowing the pill without water. He took a deep breath and Cavel hugged him. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of gas and fumes in the air. “Can we wait a little while longer before we go in?”



Cavel nuzzled him again. “Yeah, we can. Not too long, but long enough for you to relax.” Cavel looked up at Saulle. ‘Thank you,’ he mouthed silently. Saulle smiled at him in return before joining the other men still standing in a loose perimeter around the bench.



The little food Bashta had managed to eat the past two days of traveling was barely anything. It was just a few minutes before the effects of the pill started flooding his body. Cavel watched him in concern, feeling their bond go fuzzy but was reassured by the lazy grin on Bashta’s face and the way his mate nuzzled his neck. “Ready now, babe?”



“Mmhmm,” Bashta murmured. His smile was lazy, curling across his face. “I feel funny, like I ate overripe fruit.”



Saulle laughed. “That lady wasn’t messing around. Glad she’s on our side.” He moved up beside Cavel as he stood up, helping him support Bashta. “Security is through the main doors and to the left.”



The humans in the airport eyed them warily, especially Bashta and Cavel with their black jaguar markings. Their kind was rare and the security screeners eyed them suspiciously, but there were no hold ups as they moved toward their gate and flight home. Cavel barely got Bashta into his seat and buckled in before the smaller man curled up against him and fell asleep. Halfway through the flight Cavel woke him and fed him the other pill. He had to suppress his own unease on the plane; his jaguar side did not being contained. He curled around his mate and purred gently when Bashta twisted his hands in his shirt and snuggled closer in his sleep. Hours passed as he sat watching over his mate.



The plane was on the ground and pulling up to the terminal before Cavel gently shook Bashta awake. He was still confused as Cavel helped him stumble off the plane. The clan men all gathered in a large group and made their way down to baggage claim, the walk helped burn off some of the fog of the herbs in Bashta’s system. Cavel left Bashta with Saulle to make a quick call while they were waiting for their bags. He closed his cell phone and made his way over to where Saulle was standing with Bashta right behind him.



“I’m taking Bashta straight to the clinic here. I’ve phoned Dr. Waddel to meet us there to begin the process to make the antiserum. I’ll take Piscel with us and send him back with the first batches on the clan’s helicopter. I need you to take the rest of the men home and get all the clan together at the hall. Can you do that?”



Saulle nodded; his face both hopeful and worried. “Do you think we made it in time?” His face turned toward their home, as if he could find a way to see their loved ones through the distance and know they were okay.



Cavel’s expression tightened. “We won’t know until you get there. I hope we are; I just don’t know.” He squeezed Saulle’s shoulder. “Don’t worry; the doctors will work as fast as they can.”



***



The sterile white walls of the clinic and the smells of the antiseptic made Bashta wrinkle his nose. He looked over at Cavel and Piscel who both rubbed their noses as well. The place was empty, the silence broken only by their footsteps. The streetlights shining on the blinds covering the windows made them look orange, casting black stripes across the white floor.



“Wow, that’s bad,” Cavel said with a wince when he took a breath. “Has it always smelled this bad?” he asked Piscel.



“It’s the transformation. Your nose is a lot more sensitive now,” he answered.



Bashta sneezed and then did it again. He seemed to have some difficulty breathing as soon as they entered the building. Cavel looked at him worriedly, grabbing a handful of tissues off the check in desk they were bypassing. He handed them over to Bashta.



“Are you okay?” he asked after Bashta sneezed explosively again.



Bashta shook his head. “Something in here smells really bad.”



An older man came out of a room at the end of the hall when he heard their voices. He hurried over to them. He stared openly at Cavel, taking in the mating marks, the spots running down the sides of his face and his ears. “I see congratulations are in order,” he said, offering Cavel a nod of his head and looking curiously at Bashta. “This is your mate?”



“Yes, he is. Bashta, I would like you to meet Dr. Waddel. He treats the members of our clan when we have a serious injury or illness. He has always proven to be a great friend to us.”



Dr. Waddel smiled at him and shook his head. “I do no more than give what I have been given in return.” He looked at Bashta. “I was being attacked by a small pack of rogues while hiking in the woods one day and your mate and some of the men of the clan fought them off. They saved my life.”



Bashta offered him a smile and then sneezed again. His voice was thick like his nose had become stuffy as he spoke, “I’m not surprised. My name is Bashta. I greet you, Dr. Waddel.” He sneezed explosively and his ears went flat. “I’m sorry, but is there somewhere else we can go?”



“Something in the air is irritating my mate,” Cavel said, his own nose twitching. “He has lived in the open environment of the jungle his entire life. The chemicals you use are a bit… strong for ordinary Carthera anyway but for him it’s much worse.”



“Oh!” Dr. Waddel exclaimed. “Please, come this way. I have a room set up with the equipment you asked. Maintenance recently came through and cleaned, the chemicals are most likely causing the trouble.” He ushered them into the room he had come from.



“I called for some help. Dr. Pennelst is a colleague of mine; he should be able to make the antiserum here in the laboratory. I think you should know that it will take a few days though, not hours.” Dr. Pennelst was walking forward, one hand extended when Cavel growled. He stopped mid-step and started at Cavel with wide eyes.



“A few days!” Cavel roared. Piscel slumped against the wall and Bashta took a few steps back. “What do you mean a few days? Our kitlings could already be dying.”



“Producing a proper antiserum normally takes months, Cavel. We’ll be working day and night as it is. You know I would never do anything to risk the lives of the kitlings.” Dr. Waddel walked over to where Cavel was pacing in frustration, stepping between him and the frozen Dr. Pennelst. Bashta stood quietly, giving the very upset alpha some space. Piscel intercepted the doctor before he could get too close. He shook his head when the doctor looked at him.



Cavel continued to mutter as he moved angrily about the small room. One his third circuit Bashta stepped in front of him. Cavel jerked to a stop, his eyes flat and his eyes narrowed. He snarled in anger, his temper holding on by just a thread.



“Move!”



“You are not helping anyone this way,” Bashta said quietly. Cavel snarled again. He took the last step between them and invaded Bashta’s personal space. He pushed into Bashta’s chest and glared.



“I said, move!”



“No,” Bashta said calmly. “The kitlings need this medicine and they can’t start making it until you calm down.” He held his ground, looking deep into Cavel’s eyes. He didn’t push back at Cavel but didn’t move back an inch either. “They need you calm. I need you calm.”



Cavel shook his head, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, “Days. They could already be dying. We don’t have days.”



“You don’t know that yet. We haven’t seen the kitlings. What we do know is that these men are here to help us and you are losing control. Get it back. Everyone is doing the best they can,” he reminded him.



Reaching out, Bashta ran his hand down the side of Cavel’s face. “I am scared too. I have already lost one clan to this plague, I don’t want to lose my new one as well,” he said softly.



Cavel’s eyes closed and his shoulders relaxed as he finally accepted the calm Bashta was sending him through their bond. He reached out and pulled Bashta into his arms roughly, burying his face in his hair. Bashta could feel the tremors in his body but said nothing, rubbing his cheek comfortingly on Cavel’s neck, combining their scents.



A few minutes passed as they stood comforting each other. Cavel took a deep breath and lifted his head. Piscel and the doctors avoided looking at his reddened eyes as he spoke quietly.



“I’m sorry, Bashta is right. I’m not being a very good alpha. I understand you will work as fast as you can to make a cure for my people. Thank you, Dr. Pennelst; we will be forever grateful if you can save our kitlings. I’m sorry if I frightened you.”



Dr. Pennelst nodded. “Of course.”



“What do we need to do?” Cavel asked.



“If you would just have your mate sit on the table; I have a few questions.” Cavel led Bashta over to the paper lined exam table and stood next to him, one hand wrapped around the back of his neck.



The doctor held his pen over a clipboard. “You say you had the same sickness as the young of Cavel’s tribe?”



“I didn’t get the sores. My mother took me to a sacred spot to soak in some hot pools to heal an infected wound. Apparently the magic of the pools healed the plague as well but I was only suffering the beginning symptoms.”



The doctors shared a look and then turned back to look at Bashta, their faces skeptical.



Cavel frowned at them. “I know humans don’t believe in magic that they can’t see and touch, but it is there. There are forces beyond our knowledge: gods, goddesses, avatars, objects of power. How can you treat people who are half animal and not believe in the magic that is inherent in our very nature?”



Dr. Waddel cleared this throat. “It’s not so much that we think you are lying.” Bashta stiffened and the doctor hurriedly continued, “It’s just that we need to make sure they did have the exact same plague or the antiserum will not work.”



Cavel grudgingly nodded, “Alright. A misunderstanding on both our parts.” He would not back down further and apologize for castigating the doctors but they were used to Carthera patients.



A very touchy lot in general; when one was injured or sick they were much more sensitive, especially if it was a loved one. In this case Cavel’s whole clan was at risk; his temper was understandable in the light of the fear of that loss but he had to try hard to curb it. Bashta could feel it through their bond, his iron control.

She knew she was dreaming again. It was the continuation of her earlier bedroom dream… she was fucking herself on the bedknob when she heard a man’s voice just outside the bedroom door. She had thought it was Ted’s voice in her earlier dream, but when she heard it this time, she realised it was someone else. It was deeper, the voice of someone whose voice she didn’t recognise. It sounded like he was approaching the door while he was calling out to her, asking if she was “decent”. She badly wanted to answer “no”, but no sound would come from her throat. It seemed like the only sound emanating from her was that of her wetly squelching vagina, as she desperately tried to lift herself off the bedknob before the stranger came into the room.



But it was in too deep, far too deep inside her for her to remove without difficulty. She gasped as she pushed down hard with her feet, trying to pull herself up and off the intruding hardness inside her. The lump in her belly moved downwards, towards her pubis, as a deluge of fluid spilled out of her, and she allowed herself hope that she would extricate herself from this predicament before the stranger came in and saw her unclothed and committing such an obscene act… then, just as the bottom of the knob began emerging from her pouting labia, she glanced away from the mirror and saw the door begin to open. The shadow of the man outside was both familiar and unknown — he was taller and bigger than Kevin or Ted, or any other man she knew, and his eyes… although the rest of him was in shadow, his eyes seemed to glow. “Ready or not, here I come,” he said, his booming voice loud and low.



His voice was still echoing in her ears when she sat up in bed, glad to be awake. She was even more glad to find that she was still in her apartment… at least she was not wandering around the beach naked like she had been the previous night. Her pussy felt stretched and sore, just like it had following her earlier dreams… but thankfully not as bad as Trudy was probably feeling right now, she thought ruefully. At least I’ve had some time to get used to it.



And she had to admit, it was becoming more of a turn-on for her. Hazel shivered as she thought of how full she had felt down there in her dreams. It was… strangely erotic, she had to admit, and just thinking about it made little shocks of electricity run out from her core. Mmmmm…



As she sat and watched the sun rise in her window, she remembered her latest dream, and wondered just who it was that she had dreamt of. Was it the spirit or demon or ghost that had been haunting her dreams? What was it the old man had said? Dough-yo, or something like that. Hmmm. She should try to look it up when she went in to the office today.



Hazel stood up and stretched, yawning. It would soon be time to go to work, and her boss would probably be too busy to bother her much today anyway. She glanced in the mirror, noticing for the first time that although she could not really remember the last time she had had a good night’s sleep, her eyes did not seem to show any effects of her late night terrors. In fact, she had to admit, she looked better than she had done for a while now — her skin glowed and… was she mistaken? She looked like she had put on a little weight, especially around the hips and breasts.



She grinned in disbelief at her own image. That explained why she actually felt more comfortable going to the office without her panties the previous day. Now that she thought about it, her bra was a little too snug too. Hmmm… she might have to dispense with that too. And heck with whether or not others would notice.



I have much more important things to do, she thought to herself as she gave herself a final once over before stepping into the shower. Yes, she was quite certain she had put on a little weight, and in the right places too.



Hazel went into her office in unusually high spirits, which everyone seemed to notice. She wasn’t sure if they’d noticed she wasn’t wearing any underwear too, but that didn’t bother her one bit. Her boss glanced at her, looked away, and looked up at her again, a little look of surprise on his face. “You look different today,” was all he had to say, and she merely beamed at him. There was no need to respond. She didn’t just look different, she felt different, as if the pall of gloom that had followed her for so many years had suddenly lifted off her head.



“Is there anything else you need me to prepare for your trip?” she asked him, and he looked down again, shaking his head and waving her away. That was fine — it was quite the miracle that he even took a second look at her to begin with.



She spent the morning researching all possible permutations of the word she had heard the crazy old man mention, and quickly came upon the word “toyol”, which she found referred to a local superstition regarding child ghosts or demons who were raised to do a black magician’s bidding. Apparently, they were bound to the magician that raised them, and could not be easily dispensed of. There was no reference to dolls at all, but she wondered if the toyols were bound to dolls which were then discarded, when the magicians tired of them. Is the crazy old man a black magic practitioner? she wondered to herself. Maybe he buried his doll where I was sitting.



Hazel shifted uncomfortably in her seat, aware that her fluids were beginning to seep out from her at the thought. Good thing the office seats were made of leather. There was a slight tingling down at her groin, where her lower lips were pressing against her skirt and the leather underneath that, and she had to suppress the urge to rub herself against her chair. God, I’d better stop this, she thought to herself as a colleague walked past. This is neither the place nor time…



Her mobile phone suddenly rang, startling her. No one called her up, not during the day like this. And she was especially surprised to hear the ringtone, because it only meant one thing. “Hello?” she said, pressing the talk button. And on the other end of the line, she heard the familiar voice of her soon-to-be ex-husband, Ted. “Hi babe.”



“Ummm… what do you want, Ted?” she said, realising that the tingling in the area between her legs was increasing. Oh god. What did that mean? Did she want him..?



“Look, babe, you free for dinner tonight?”



“I… don’t know. I mean, our lawyers…”



“Screw them. I’d like to take you out to dinner tonight. Pick you up at your office at 7. See ya, babe!”



“Ted, wait, I…” but it was too late to protest, because she found herself speaking to the beeping tone of a dead line. In his usual inimitable fashion, Ted had demanded and got what he wanted, without a thought for her own feelings. Good thing I’m not going to be busy this evening, she thought as she placed her handphone back in her bag. Oh well. I wonder what it is he wants now.



Hazel hated to admit it, but as the evening approached, she found herself anticipating the dinner. It was almost as if Ted’s call had awakened something in her. She couldn’t tell yet what it was, or maybe she didn’t want to admit it… but she found herself going to the toilet more frequently, to touch up her lipstick and comb her hair. Whatever it was Ted wanted, she didn’t really care — it mattered more to her that she look her best when he came to pick her up.



For once, he turned up on time. And to surprise her further, he paid her a compliment, which he hadn’t done in a long time. “Wow! You look gorgeous, babe!” he chirped as he walked her to his car, opened the door, and let her settle in the seat before closing it. She almost responded with a “Wow, you’re such a gentleman, Ted!” but didn’t because it would have come out sarcastic any way she said it. Certainly, Ted was pulling out all the stops tonight, and he was at his charming best. She hadn’t seen this side of him in a long, long time.



Dinner was lovely, at a quiet restaurant that only those who enjoy sumptuous food at equally sumptuous prices know about. The candlelight seemed to play tricks on her, because she kept seeing his eyes sparkle as they chatted about everything and nothing. She was almost disappointed when it came time to leave, and had half a mind to tell him to go when he accompanied her back to her apartment, but the tingling down there had grown into a minor electrical storm as the evening turned into night… and she wanted, no needed, to know if perhaps he would be able to help her quell it.



There was a moment’s misgiving when the door shut behind him and they made their way into her bedroom. Somewhere at the back of her mind, someone was yelling at her: “Are you mad, Hazel?” but her body ignored the protest. She let him hold her hand and pull her to the bed, and somewhere between her clothes coming off her body and his fulsome praise (“Have you been working out, babe? You look absolutely gorgeous!”) she knew that she would have little chance of stopping him from going any further than she had intended when the evening started.



“God, Haze, you really look awesome! What have you been doing?” he purred as her positioned himself between her legs, his erection poised and pointed right at her sex. She merely smiled at him, and he took it to mean she wanted it, so he drove forward, plunging his cock into the depths of her wetness.



It wasn’t as impressive as Kevin’s, and certainly nowhere near the stretching she had felt with the doll going in there, but she was enjoying it nonetheless. It felt… nice, comfortable, as if it was something she should have enjoyed from a long time ago. So she let him, wrapping her legs around his hips as he pumped his cock in and out, raising her higher and higher, towards the sweet, exhilarating peak that she knew would come…



His first mistake was to mention his lover’s name. “Trudy said you fucked one of her friends, and I told her I didn’t believe that,” he whispered in her ear as he rested, wanting to draw this encounter out. “She said you were a rapacious slut and that you injured her friend because of your insatiability. Hahaha… I said, how in the world could that be my little mouse, Hazel?”



“What..? When did she..?” she was suddenly brought back to earth by his utterance.



“This morning,” he grinned at her. “She was off her rocker, yelling about powerful magic or some other shit like that. She also said you injured her and I should stay away from you for my own good.”



“Well, you know I’m not one to believe in that shit,” he continued, not noticing her discomfort with the topic of discussion. “I just cut her off. The stupid little bimbo thinks I’m going to marry her. In fact, if you did have something to do with her hysterics,” he looked into her eyes as he began slowly pumping his cock into her once more. “I should thank you. If there was anything at all that I liked about her, that phone call I got from her just about wiped it off my memory.”



She looked at him, unable to say a word. What a selfish asshole I’ve married, she thought to herself.



“Hey, speaking of memories, do you remember what I always wanted to do, but you never let me? You know, in your ass?”



She shook her head to signal her disapproval of his suggestion, but he chose to take it that she had forgotten how he had asked for anal sex during their marriage.



“OK, since you don’t remember, I guess you won’t mind if we do it, just one time, before we get officially divorced?”



He pulled his member completely out of her vagina, grabbed her knees and pushed them up and back towards her chest, pulling her hips upwards and outwards, exposing her anus.



“No! Ted, I don’t…”



“Ah nuts, Haze. I don’t want to tell my friends I was married to you all this time and didn’t even get to plug you in that great ass of yours. I have to do it just once.”



“No, I don’t want to…”



“Hey, hey, it’s alright, babe, it’s me, remember? Your hunky husband? I’ll make it fine. You’ll like it. You’ll see.”



With that, she felt him press the slippery tip of his cock into the area between the globes of her buttocks. He struggled to find her reluctant orifice, so he leaned his weight on her, releasing her left knee and bringing his hand down to guide his cock to the entrance of her rear passage.



Hazel gasped as she felt it probe at the entrance of her anus. She wasn’t sure she would be able to resist him this time, now that he had her under him like this. Oh shit.



He was bringing his weight to bear on her, and she was just about to give up resisting and let him have his way with her asshole when he suddenly stiffened and raised himself up and away from her body.



“Fuck, wha…” he said, then screamed. It was a loud, high-pitched scream, of pain and horror. “Who’s that? Stop that! STOP THAT! Stop! Oh god, stop!”



“Ted, what’s the matter?” she said, unfurling her own body and rolling away from him. She was glad he hadn’t managed to carry out his threat to sodomise her, and wasn’t as concerned about his welfare as she sounded. What was happening to him? Was it the same thing that happened to Kevin?



“No! I’m not… Don’t!” he screamed again. He was bent forward slightly, his legs apart and the look on his face was of sheer humiliation. “Haze, how could you..?”



She looked at him in utter confusion. Her eyes drifted down to his cock reluctantly, expecting to see the same little plastic hand sticking out of its eye… but there was nothing there. His cock was just… erect. No, it was more than that. It was bobbing as if he was… Suddenly understanding, she looked into the mirror on the wall just beside the bed and saw a dim shadow just behind him. It was more like a smudge, a dark apparition that did not look in the least like the clear shadows cast by ordinary objects in the moonlit room. And it was huge, a head taller than Ted.



As she watched, the smudge seemed to move, and Ted jerked, crying out. He was being fucked in the ass! The realisation made the sides of her mouth curl up in a wry smile. I hope you like it, babe, she thought as she looked at his tear-filled eyes. Oh yes, I’m sure you will.



As she watched, the smudge appeared to increase its thrusts into Ted’s buttocks, lifting him off the floor and making him squeal in sheer terror. Because it did not possess a physical form and appeared to have the consistency of smoke, she swore she was able to see Ted’s asshole gaping as he was mercilessly sodomised. God, that’s big, she thought. Then she realised that Ted’s cock seemed bigger and harder, and surmised that his body was responding physically to the anal rape. I hope you like that, you asshole, she smiled.



Ted had stopped screaming by then, and his breathing was ragged and harsh, but there was no denying his arousal. Hazel wanted to laugh. Big man Ted. Mr Big, being screwed in his ass, and getting off on it. Oh, he’s never gonna live this down, especially if he…



Then the smudge appeared to thrust very strongly and deeply into Ted’s rectum, and the thing she thought might happen actually did. Ted came. And he didn’t just come in the usual amounts that he proudly proclaimed to speak volumes of his own virility, he came like there was no tomorrow. Spurt after spurt of semen shot out of his cock and spattered onto the space she had vacated on the bed. His ejaculation seemed to go on for ages.



“Urrrttt!” Ted grunted as the last spurts dribbled weakly out of his deflating cock. She looked into his face and this time, she couldn’t help herself. She laughed. She laughed at the man who had promised to love and cherish her, and instead had tormented and abused and cheated her for the duration of their marriage. She laughed in relief at the thought that her ordeal of torture, her marriage would finally be over. And she laughed mostly because of the look of embarrassment and disgust in his face. She had been witness to his sodomy, and more — to his obvious enjoyment of the act that had been committed on him. She knew he would never look her up again because he would never be able to face her, knowing that she had seen all that.



The smudge had disappeared when Ted collapsed on the floor, groaning loudly. He did not seem to be fully conscious, and did not make any attempt to cover up his sagging asshole. No wait… there was something there. Hazel almost exclaimed aloud as she walked round to Ted’s rear to have a look. It looked like… a doll’s foot. Damn.



Ted was lying face down on the floor, unmoving, so she picked up her nerve and reached out to pull the leg slowly out of his clutching anus. As the toy limb slid out, she was amazed to hear his groan once more, and see a small pool of semen appear underneath him. He was getting off on this! she giggled merrily as the last of the doll’s leg exited his rectum. Oh dear Ted. Looks like you’re into a lot more than you’re willing to admit!



She quietly left the room to put the leg together with the rest of the doll parts she had collected, in the spare room she used as a storeroom. It would become clear why she was keeping them, she was sure of it.



As she closed the drawer, she heard the front door open and slam shut quickly. Good. At least she wouldn’t have to worry about how to get rid of Ted.

She supposed she should have stopped to think about things first. But that seemed like something another Hazel, in another lifetime, another body and another mind would have done. She hadn’t even hesitated — after the old man had left, she had hurried over to her neighbour’s flat to retrieve her bag, in which she had stashed the djinn’s doll.



She hadn’t even bothered to dress properly before going over — she had simply thrown a large tee over her naked body and walked right over. There was a slightly worrying moment when she felt the old man’s cum sliding out of her vagina as she spoke to her neighbour, but then she realised that she didn’t really care what the old lady thought of her and the thought relaxed her. If the old biddy sees cum sliding down the insides of my legs, so be it, she thought, smiling as she thanked her elderly neighbour for her help.



It had worked a treat. Like the djinn had known, the old man would not have felt the presence of the doll in that apartment because of the neighbour’s pet cat. So he had no way of knowing she was in cahoots with the djinn. She had known, through the djinn’s presence in her body, that the old man would become distracted by the thought of fucking her.



Just like she knew now, what it was the old man had had the djinn do for him. The fucking pervert wanted to have his way with any woman he desired, but he had not quite been a hit with the ladies even then, when he was much younger. He was frustrated with his lack of success with the ladies, and jumped upon the chance to get what he wanted when he had chanced upon the djinn resting under the tree. He was able to rape so many women without fear of reprisal only because of what he had learned from the djinn; and to make matters worse, he used the djinn’s power to endow himself with a weapon so large it had destroyed many of the women he had assaulted.



Hazel shivered as the memories of the man raping a convulsing young girl ran through her mind like a horror movie. She really looked very young, perhaps 18 or 19, and her slit much too small to accommodate his enlarged prick, but he forced it in anyway, seeming to enjoy the girl’s squirming as her vulva stretched and looked about to tear with the violent fucking he had inflicted upon her. He had laughed as her naked body quivered — she was still under his spell, yet in obvious distress — and only remarked in the local lingo that he would be her first and only lover. The fucking bastard really had no qualms about what he did.



Other memories played through her mind, of women crying out as his rapes became more and more twisted, with the use of tools and other implements the man had thought to bring along after he had gotten bored with the standard “spell and rape” routine. The part of her that wasn’t Hazel was so calm and collected in remembering these things that she wondered if the djinn had felt any remorse for the suffering he had helped the old man inflict on the poor women. In fact, as she recalled the rapes through the djinn’s mind, she realised she had many questions she wanted to ask the djinn… but she thought she should ask him when he manifested himself, rather than through her mind. It was getting quite confusing trying to separate what Hazel was thinking, and what she knew through the djinn.



She looked at the incomplete doll on the floor and wondered what she should do next. It surprised her a little that she wasn’t wondering if she was doing the right thing, because that was precisely what she had always done in the past. Careful Hazel. Cautious Hazel. Definitely not rash or spontaneous Hazel.



Her impatience was something new, indeed, and she couldn’t really blame it on the djinn either because she knew, deep inside the part of her that was still Hazel, that she really wanted to see what the djinn looked like in person. Or spirit. Whatever. Perhaps the fact that her pussy still tingled and felt unsatiated was making her hurry too.



Oh fuck. Maybe it was tingling because… Hazel quickly squatted down, raising the hem of her tee shirt as she did so. She wanted a clear line of sight to her pussy so she could see what would happen next. She felt her insides quiver and shake, and then something inside, up deep between her thighs, began to expand. It wasn’t quite as painful as she had expected… in fact, it was rather pleasurable, and she wondered if the djinn had had anything to do with the slight tremors of electricity running up and down her groin, and shooting almost painfully to her heaving breasts.



“Ohhh shittt!” she moaned to no one in particular as she felt her cervix began to give, and something began to protrude out, into her convulsing vagina. “Oh fuckkkkk!”



She knew what it was even before it began to show outside her body. It was one of the doll’s limbs — it felt like an arm — that was slowly coming out of her. When she felt her vulva part to reveal the doll’s hand, she had a mini orgasm. It was satisfying… to a point. Then her cervix expanded again to expel the doll’s remaining leg, and the waves of sensation licking at her groin and nipples were stronger, leaving her gasping for breath.



It took her a while to regain her composure, and to his credit, she didn’t feel like the djinn was rushing her. In fact, it seemed to her that she was the more impatient one — when she was able to breathe normally once more, she quickly grabbed the arm and the leg, and shoved them into the empty slots on the doll’s body. Then she sat back on her haunches and waited to see what would happen.



Hazel supposed she had expected something spectacular. Fireworks, maybe. Or puffs of smoke. Or at least some movement from the doll. So she was quite disappointed when nothing seemed to happen. She stared at the doll and wondered if there was something else she ought to do. What should I do? she asked the question in her mind, and waited for the answer. Do I need to chant something or put something on the doll? How will you appear?



There was no answer. Hey, are you there? she asked in her mind as she stood up and glared down at the doll. Can you hear me?



Still no answer. Damn. She remembered her dreams, of how the doll had been forced up into her, and wondered if that was what she should do. Fuck, it was one thing to dream about it, but another to actually do it. To herself. She looked at the motionless doll, its right leg and arm gleaming with her juices. Ah fuck it.



Hazel knelt to pick up the doll, spread her legs and moved it down below, to the bottom of her slit. The sensation of the doll’s head at the entrance to her vagina reminded her of the very first time she had felt it pressing against her, on the beach. Damn you, djinn, she thought as she pressed the toy upwards, gasping as she felt her labia stretching and spreading.



“That’s a nice thought, but there’s really no need for that now,” she heard him say, and jumped, the doll clattering back down on the floor between her thighs.



She turned and came face-to-cock with his solid erection. This time, there was no vagueness about its form. It was a cock, a huge, erect cock she was looking at. It looked both menacing and delicious this close up, and she felt something gooey sliding down from deep inside her. Oh god. She was so wet and tingly down there she wanted to grab it and stuff it in between her thighs just so she could quell the maddening itching.



“My, aren’t you the impatient one,” the djinn grinned. She looked up past his bobbing cock, and saw that he really was quite handsome. Once you got past the glowing red eyes, that was. He was well-built too… not ridiculously so, like those bodybuilder types that she saw constantly preening before the mirrors in the gym, or strutting down at the beach. He was simply solid, with the build of a healthy, fit man. With glowing red eyes.



“You do have some questions for me, do you not? Or would you prefer I satisfy your desire first?”



She looked down and realised that she had fallen onto her back and splayed her legs, opening herself up for plundering the moment she saw his cock. Oh fuck. I… you bastard, she thought as she glared at him. Still, her body betrayed her, her mounting lust showing in the gush of lubricant coating her inner thighs. Stop using your power on me.



“Oh, but I’m not,” he replied, his grin widening further. “That has very little to do with me, and so much more to do with you and what you desire.”



Hazel closed her eyes to calm her rapidly beating heart, then opened them and deliberately looked beyond his cock, into his fiery eyes. It helped slow down the sensations coursing through her body, screaming for release… but not by much. She was still very much aware of the bulbous, rounded head of his tool just below the periphery of her vision. The head of a cock that looked far bigger than the bedknob she had dreamed of. The head of a cock that she knew she desperately wanted inside her, because the old man, like Ted, had left her high and unsatisfied.



“Tell me… is what the old man said true?” she was finally able to groan out her question. “Did you… did I invite you into me?”



“Of course, my dear Hazel,” he replied. “Don’t you remember? When you were down on the beach and I was knocking on the door to your body, you said…”



“…come on in. I know,” she admitted. “But how was it that I was the first..? I mean, you were there for such a long time. The old man, he was young when he caught you, so surely, there would’ve been others…”



“There was one other,” the djinn said, and Hazel thought she detected a tinge of sadness in his voice. Did djinns have feelings?



“The tree that I was under… it’s one of those things that you see, but you don’t really notice is there. There are a number of them around the place. Most people don’t even go near trees like that, except for magicians looking for djinns… and people who don’t want to be noticed by others.”



“One other? Who was he?”



“She. Like you, she wanted to go unnoticed, so she picked a spot where she would not be noticed. And like you, she invited me in.”



“So why didn’t you manage..?”



“…to break away? Because she lost her nerve when she shouldn’t have. Actually, he had some idea something was up when she turned up at his place. I tried to warn her, but her courage left her and I wasn’t able to control her enough to take back the doll’s limbs. Instead, the magician managed to rape and sodomise her, all the while letting her know what was being done to her body. It drove her mad.”



“So it… the old man could have done the same thing to me!” She glared at him in anger even as her body spread itself further, inviting his gaze… and more.



“There was a chance, I won’t deny that,” the djinn admitted. “But I was confident we would succeed this time because you’re different. And the circumstances were different.”



“Still, it would have been nice if you would’ve let me know the risks!” Hazel pouted. She really was angry, but her anger was fighting hard with the lust that was colouring her body and making her quiver in anticipation.



“Would you have agreed if I had?.. I thought not,” the djinn said as she shook her head. “Anyway, I took better precautions this time out. The other girl, Min, wouldn’t let me go all the way inside her. I mean, she agreed to it, but just as I was about to enter her inner sanctum, she squeezed her thighs together and forced me out. So the magician could sense my essence in her the moment he met her.”



“But… why didn’t you stop her from meeting him..?”



“I told her not to, but she couldn’t think of a reason to break off the appointment, so she went anyway,” the djinn sighed. “That’s the problem with free will.”



“So that means that if I had chosen to stop helping you…”



“Even djinns can’t force people to do things against their will.”



“But you can! You ARE doing it! I mean, I’m not like this,” she gesticulated down her trembling, naked body. “I’m not a slut. I don’t sleep around. I don’t even enjoy…”



“All I can do is focus my energies on what’s already there. I don’t create something that’s not there. It’s just not possible.”



“What? What are… are you saying I’m a nymphomaniac? How can that..?”



“No, my dear Hazel. Far from it,” the djinn guffawed. “You humans are so caught up with your rules and customs, with what you think is natural, that you suppress your true natures. Just because you enjoy sex, doesn’t make you a slut or nymphomaniac.”



“But I… look at me! My… I’m leaking! Just looking at you makes me… makes me want… oh god. Uhhhhh.” Hazel shuddered as a mini-climax ripped through her at the thought of being fucked by the djinn. “Hhhhhhh. I’m not… ooooooh…”



“You’re puzzled because you were convinced you didn’t like having sex, and now you do… so in your mind, this change has made you a lascivious slut. Do you see the problem with that?”



She shook her head, unable to speak. She could feel the tingling down between her legs was slowly abating, but she knew it would not subside completely. Not while he was around. She was as sure of that as she was that a puddle of her own fluids had formed underneath her.



The djinn sighed. “The problem, my dear Hazel, is that you, just like everybody else, are a sexual being. You have been, from the very beginning. It is in your nature. It is a part of being human. And the problem is that you have done your level best to deny that natural part of yourself for such a long time.”



“But I… Ted and I, we…” she finally found her voice. “You see, I never did think it was something I sh… would enjoy.”



“Like I said, I can only focus my energies on enhancing what’s already there. You have just been too uptight about sex for too long. You viewed it as dirty, as something done secretly, under the cover of darkness. Heck, you think even your body is shameful and should be hidden from sight.”



“Well, that’s what I was taught. I mean, that’s true, isn’t it? That’s what light switches and clothes are for.”



“I’ll say it again — I can’t focus my energies on something that’s not there. I can’t create something out of nothing. The desire you feel now, that’s real. And very little of it is coming from me. YOU are the one who is providing the lust you feel. It is your desire that you feel now, not mine.”



“But then… the old man and… all those women. And that girl. How…”



“They are human too. All of them have desires that can be awakened. I am just the conduit for those desires. The magician used me to bring out the sensual natures of the females he attacked. It’s that simple.”



“What about him? The old man?”



“The nature of man is very different from that of woman. Hence, the sensual side of man is different too. He, and a lot of men like him, think of sex as a goal, rather than a sharing. He wanted sex to prove himself a man, and the more sex he had, the more manly he thought he was. That’s why so many men are focused on the size of their cocks when they should be focused on how they feel and how their partners feel. That’s why he wanted to use my power to make his cock bigger, in the belief that he would be more impressive to women. And when he tired of the sex, he became more interested in other ways to prove his manhood.”



“What will happen to him? Will you kill him?”



“No, of course not,” the djinn laughed. It sounded harsh, like he was enjoying the thought. “He’ll suffer a fate worse than death. I’ve taken back everything that has meaning to him, don’t you see that? He won’t be able to charm the women anymore because the chants won’t work so well without my help… and he won’t want to, because his cock is now so small he’ll be embarrassed to show it or use it. He’s done for. Finished. Kaput.”



“OK, good,” she said, lying back and spreading her legs as far apart as she could. The tingling down below was increasing once more, spreading upwards and inwards. “I don’t want to live with that on my conscience. Now that we’ve settled that…”



“Very well, Hazel,” the djinn said, making her cry out as he leaned forward and licked at her oh-so-sensitive slit with his tongue. She noticed that it was forked not by sight, but by the way it felt sliding up and down the split of her groin, and when he held it hard against her clitoris — the sensation of her twitching, eager little bud being surrounded on all sides by rubbery, vibrating flesh was enough to make her come. But she wanted more.



“C… come on, djinn,” she moaned, lifting her hips to increase the contact between his tongue and her feverish flesh. “Come on in. I want you to.”



He smiled and stood upright, giving her a view of his magnificent cock once more.



“Ooooh. You bastard! You’re torturing me,” she moaned as the tingling intensified at her groin, spreading quickly across her sweaty body. She arched her back and feet, raising herself further, trying in vain to capture the cock of the djinn that was positioned so tantalisingly in front of her.



“Alright, I’ll give you what you want. What you’ve always wanted,” he said, pushing his cock down and positioning it at the entrance to her vagina.



Hazel gasped as she watched the thick tip of his prick dip down past her raised pubis… and had an orgasm the moment she felt his organ graze her ultra-sensitive labia. She had another one when she felt her labia sliding easily apart to admit the massive head into her sex.



“Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk!” she moaned at the incredible stretching she felt inside as he probed ever deeper up into her. He had been impressive the first time, but this time, he was certainly more solid… and she could feel the walls of her vagina press and massage his oversized tool.



She had yet another orgasm when she felt her labia close behind the huge bulbous head of his cock, and another when she realised that the stretching she was feeling inside would continue until he reached the end of her vaginal sheath… and beyond. As she was shuddering from the latest climax, she felt him hit the back of her vagina, and held her breath, waiting for his final thrust to conquer her completely.



But he did not plunder her womb like she expected… or hoped. Instead, when he hit her cervix, he slowly pulled it out and slid it back in again. He did it in a regular, sawing motion, creating climaxes that seemed to come faster and faster, until they began to meld together and become an excruciatingly extended peak that had her screaming at a pitch she didn’t think was humanly possible to produce.



As she was slowly coming down from the devastating climax, he suddenly pushed his cock forward a little, entering her inner sanctum and surprising her with an even bigger orgasm. Hazel literally saw stars — as the mega-climax hit, she screwed her eyes shut and saw bright sparks in the darkness as her body exploded with overpowering sensations.



She must have fainted or blacked out or something… when she opened her eyes, she realised she didn’t know how long it was she had been “out”. The djinn was still there, his cock was still embedded deep within her vagina, and her body was still shuddering with the remnants of her last orgasm. Then she remembered a question she had wanted to ask.



“So is the rest of what the old man said also true?” she asked when she was able to summon the breath to speak. “Is it true that you react to my every emotion? That you’ll attack when you sense I’m angry or upset?”



“Yes, that’s about right,” the djinn replied. “I feel everything you feel. And I give you everything you desire.”



She thought he was remarkably unaffected by their recent bout of vigorous sex… then she remembered that he was a djinn after all. He didn’t have to worry about catching his breath.



“But… you understand humans. You know that we get these momentary flashes of emotion. I mean, I can be angry, but that doesn’t mean I want someone else to be hurt…”

Hiya lovely readers, I am ever so sorry for the delay with chapter 5, but sometimes life gets in the way. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. A warm appreciation to my editor Angelicsounds for editing this story, you’re a star sweetie.



Chapter 5



*****



Nicole awoke to the feeling of lightly feathered kisses on her shoulders. She held her breath as the lips drifted up the column of her neck, tracing its path with a hot tongue. The feeling was more than she could bear; the tongue had her entire body on fire.



She heard a soft shuffling noise before a pair of muscular arms encircled her. The hands attached to those arms began to caress her firm stomach, only to suddenly capture both her breasts, which fit perfectly in their palms. Then she was pressed against a warm chest.



Nicole stifled a moan as her pulse quickened and her heart raced at an alarming speed. She was completely taken back by her harlot behavior; she was not in the habit of sleeping with strange men, but she couldn’t lie to herself about enjoying their attention.



Truthfully, she was relishing it. Nicole couldn’t stop herself from admiring the men. She had always enjoyed looking at well-toned men. And these two Scottish devils were well-oiled machines, toned and full of sexual stamina, the kind of stamina that left a woman’s muscles sore in all the right places. The men were indeed dangerous, in more ways than she’d imagined. She had never felt such an overwhelming urge to surrender to someone, and two men at that, but it was an urge she dared not give in to.



“Let me feel our pussy. I have thought of nothing else.” The voice was low and husky. She felt a gentle bite on the lobe of her ear.



A thrill ran through her body as her pulse went into instant overdrive. Kieran. The last time she had seen Kieran was when she had attempted to wound him with a dinner plate, and yet, Nicole could feel his presence almost constantly. She was beginning to wonder whether she was going crazy. And wondering why this man haunted her thoughts day and night, like they were actually sharing one soul. It was unnerving to say the least.



Nicole could feel the stiff outline of Kieran’s cock nestled between the softness of her naked ass cheeks. Nicole remained still. He didn’t move either and she wondered, as time stretched, if he had fallen asleep. He moved at last and next thing she knew, she was being lifted off the bed by those large warm arms.



“How dare you! Put me down this instant,” she hissed, trying to pry his hands off her breasts. She tried to sound annoyed, but her voice was too husky, even to her own ears.



Kieran chuckled knowingly, slowly relaxing his hold and sliding one hand down to cup Nicole’s bare mound. “Warm and wet. I think a cock is in order, don’t ye?”



Nicole drew in a sharp breath as she wriggled and squirmed to break free of his tight grip. “Stop that!” she protested, feeling like a hypocrite.



“Stop the bloody fighting woman! It willna do ye any good.” Kieran was holding her tightly as she continued to struggle against him. Squeezing a nipple, he smiled smugly at her moan.



Nicole’s senses were on overload already and they hadn’t done anything. Lord! These men are going to be the death of me, she moaned inwardly, cursing her treacherous body.



“I am not going to stop until you release me.”



“Don’t ye sense the heat between us, Nicole? Don’t ye want to finish what we started?” he whispered before leaning in and gently biting her neck.



“I’d rather die first,” she growled, though she was acutely aware of the masculine chest pressed against her back.



“Sorry to disappoint, but I dinna partake in necrophilia.” He laughed then. It unnerved her and Nicole gritted her teeth in anger.



“Where are you taking me?” she demanded as he walked towards a door and kicked it open. It was the bathroom. It was large, with white marble tile.



“You may go now. I can manage on my own,” she said in a shaky whisper as he placed her feet on the surprisingly warm tile.



“No.”



Nicole gasped a little, like she’d never heard the word. For several moments, she stood staring at him; the expression in his eyes confused her. They were surprisingly gentle, with no evidence of anger. His blue eyes held her brown ones, studying her silent scrutiny.



“Do ye need assistance with yer bath?”



‘Didn’t I already say no?’ she fumed inwardly, as she took a step backward.



Sighing loudly, Nicole dragged her eyes from Kieran’s in an attempt to gain control over her tattered emotions. She had never been so confused in her life. Squaring her shoulders, Nicole walked over, opened the shower door and without so much of a backwards glance to see if he had followed, she stepped in and closed the door behind her.



Feeling somewhat safer, she heaved a deep sigh of relief then turned on the water and adjusted the temperature to a pleasing level of warmth. She sucked in a sharp breath as jets of warm water cascaded down her body, lulling her into a more relaxed mood.



Nicole closed her eyes and sighed in contentment, the water felt so wonderful. As her body descended into utter calmness, she couldn’t resist the sexual feelings that suddenly rushed through her or the pleasurable sigh that erupted from her lips. Image of bodies entwined in various sexual acts clouded her mind. She became embroiled in the dance of debauchery, lathering her body, running her hands all over, her face, shoulders, breasts, arms, and between her thighs.



She as never felt for free before, as sexual. It was amazing. It was as if she were possessed.



Kieran watched Nicole, motionless, as she showered her smooth, firm body. He found himself staring at the way she lathered her hairless mound, unknowingly, or perhaps knowingly, tantalizing him. He closed his eyes and groaned; thinking about either sucking on or pushing into her sweet, wet, tight pussy was driving him mad.



Suddenly, Nicole felt the water shut off and she shivered, but she wasn’t sure if it was because of the cold. She turned and their eyes met, blue devoured brown, his were dark with desire and hers burned bright with uncertainty and confusion.



“Tell me something, my sweets.” The sound of his voice, deep and sensual, rattled her senses and caused juices to flow from her throbbing core. “Do ye torment me on purpose or do ye want to be fucked?”



Her face warmed with embarrassment and she sucked in a deep breath. Of course I do, she moaned inwardly, yet pretended otherwise by sucking her teeth.



“I’m going to kiss ye.”




Her hands came up to press against his naked chest. She gasped as she became instantly aware of his nudity.



“Why?” she asked foolishly, staring down at his erection jutting from its junction.




Kieran didn’t acknowledge her hands or the question, just stared down at her, his lips curled in a lazy smile. He reached for her and lifted her out of the shower. She said nothing as he dried her and then took her arm, leading her back into the bedroom.



There, he held her up with one arm around her middle as he lowered his head. Her legs trembled but she stood with his help. He grinned at her and his pretty blue irises sparkled merrily.



“So fucking sweet,” he whispered and then gently touched his lips to hers.



Nicole had never felt so satisfied in her entire life, with just a mere kiss. But once the afterglow had settled, she swallowed hard before asking the questions that had been on her mind ever since she woke up a week ago in some stranger’s house. “Where am I, really? And why did you bring me here?”



As if she were answering her own questions, her breathing became labored as the memories of what led her to be there flashed through her mind. Nicole lowered her lashes to regain some composure. She was usually good at problem solving, it was part of her job, but this was a challenging problem indeed and one she needed time to sort. She would just have to find a way.



“Do ye think us selfish, Nicole? That we only want ye for our pleasures? Only for a quick fuck?” Kieran’s booming voice jolted her from her thoughts. “Do ye, Nicole?”




When she didn’t respond, a low, irritated growl rumbled through his chest. Nicole’s head snapped up, her eyes widening in alarm.



“Uh, I really don’t know…I–I don’t know,” she answered honestly, but she really wished she could just throw caution to the wind and take what they were offering. But you don’t know them, an inner voice reminded her.



“Well, ye’d be wrong if ye did.” Kieran leaned forward and lightly bit her exposed shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent. He raised his head and his gaze roamed over her face slowly before he lifted her chin with one finger.



“Do ye have any idea how much we both want ye, our light? How we fantasize about just looking at ye spread out on our bed, naked, waiting for us to both fuck ye? Taking ye in ways ye have never imagined possible?”



He watched her squirm under his unwavering gaze. As her breathing became shallow, he could feel his heart begin to speed up in anticipation, lust and desire surging through his blood. He groaned and ground his hips against her, pressing his thick shaft into her belly.



“I — No,” she whispered nervously. Her body was suddenly tense as his sex organ brushed against her stomach, hot and alive, and a frisson of fear and desire curled through her belly.



“Well let me show ye,” he replied as he lifted her and carried her to the bed.



“Kieran, we shouldn’t,” she protested.



But before she could object further, Kieran laid her none too gently on the bed. Nicole barely had time to catch her breath. The only thing she could focus on were his eyes, they were dark, almost black, and so intense. He stared at her with an arrogant smile. Kneeling down on the bed, Kieran began caressing her stomach with both hands and then his hands drifted down and found her clit.



“Ohhhh,” she whimpered.



Feeling the engorged nub, Kieran swiped his thumb across it. At her shiver, he lowered his head and started sniffing; she smelled sweet and intoxicating.



“Kieran, what are you doing?” she croaked, her voice shaking. Was she frightened? She may have presented as afraid, but deep down, there was a part of her that was excited as well.



“Giving ye what ye need,” he said as he began to suckle her clit in earnest.



In spite of herself, Nicole reached down and gripped his head tightly in her hands. She couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt and the more he sucked the wetter she became.



Nicole threw her head back on the bed when he slid one hand up between her legs and found her breast, twisting and pinching the nipple lightly.



“Ohhhh, Kieran!” she moaned and came with almost reckless abandon as he continued to pleasure her.



Kieran growled pleasurably as he lapped up Nicole’s juices. He had dreamt of this many nights. He had longed to taste her, to hear her scream his name as he took her. He knew Eyon must have worn her out, but he wanted her so badly. For now, she would just have to endure.



Lifting his head from between her thighs, he slowly traced a finger around the entrance to her pink opening, teasing it lightly before he stood up. His cock stood out stiff and proud in front of him.



“Do ye want it, Nicole?” he asked, stroking his rampant erection.



Nodding, Nicole immediately sat up. Feeling wanton and bold, she reached out and grabbed it, guiding him to the entrance of her sex. Slowly, while his eyes locked with hers, his pleasure at her actions evident in their depths, he began to push into her.



When Kieran had completely engulfed himself in Nicole’s tight heat, he began to fuck her gently and slowly, dragging out the sweet feeling, but her moans and active participation drove him to madness. Lifting her hips off the bed, he drove into her and almost immediately, her entire body began to buck and shake.



The moment Kieran felt her contract upon him, their eyes locked again and never strayed, as he claimed her.



“Ours,” he grunted possessively, “all ours.” He thrust deep, again and again. As his orgasm shot through him, he could feel his fluid rushing into Nicole, filling her with his warm semen. And for a moment, he felt lifeless as her muscles continued to milk him.



They stayed entwined for several minutes, as the feel of their orgasms faded. Nicole tried to pull away, but Kieran held her tightly, kissing her face and neck lightly as he eased out of her body. He could feel her pussy twitching with little spasms of pleasure. Nicole moaned as her pussy contracted involuntarily.



He grinned knowingly at her, feeling triumphant once again about her sexual desires for them.



“See, my sweets, ye belong to us. We aren’t letting ye go,” he stated with an arrogant confidence that irritated her nerves.



A soft sound escaped her throat as she braced herself on her elbows, directing her attention to him, her eyes blazing. “I do not!” she snapped.



Lifting a brow, he chuckled. “Little liar,” he accused, “Even now…”



Kieran didn’t finish his sentence before he felt a hard slap against his cheek. He pulled back, completely shocked. The silence that followed was deafening. Kieran stared at Nicole as if she were insane, before hastily disguising his disbelief.



Breathing heavily, the sting of the slap taking effect on her palm, Nicole blinked as tears welled behind her lids. Somehow, she managed to hold them in check. “I …” she stuttered.



Before she could start her sentence, she found herself pinned against the bed. Nicole shrieked in fright as Kieran’s strength left her unable to free herself from his grip, she felt like she was being held down by a boulder.



Kieran swore. He was angry, but he wasn’t about to hurt her. He pulled her face towards his and a pair of hard blue eyes studied fearful brown ones. The look in his eyes told her he was far from pleased. Nicole watched with wide eyes as his hand cupped her face. Surprisingly, he was gentle.



“Nicole,” he said in a firm tone, “dinna ever raise yer hands to me again. Do ye understand?” Kieran unclenched his jaw, as his anger slowly subsided.



“Yes,” she croaked. She gazed at his strong jaw; she wanted to touch it. Her hand twitched and when he saw it, his eyes lit up for a second.




* * * *



Behind them, the door opened and closed.



“Lovers’ quarrel?” Eyon asked, as he walked over towards them.



Kieran loosened his hold on Nicole and looked over his shoulder at Eyon. “We had a misunderstanding. It won’t happen again.” Cool, unreadable blue eyes looked back down at her. “Isn’t that so, sweets?”



She nodded, unable to speak.



Pushing his cloak off his shoulder, Eyon dropped it onto a chair near the side of the bed. It spread out like a black wing across the back of the chair. His thick black hair fell over his forehead, giving him a boyish look. ”Hello, my sweets,” he said, his intense green eyes looking down at her.



“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice shaky.



Eyon grinned. “Ye didn’t expect me to miss this now, did ye?”



“Miss what?” she questioned, even though she had an idea of what he meant.



His grin widened. “Ye’re an intelligent woman, Nicole. What do ye think?”



Nicole’s face heated and her skin tingled with excitement as she breathed in his masculine, earthy scent. She pictured both men rubbing their strong firm hands over her body. Over her breasts and hips, their fingers traveling down towards her heated flesh, stroking her as she…



“Penny for yer thoughts.” A husky voice interrupted her wicked thoughts. Eyon was sitting at her side, giving her a look that she knew so well. Nicole was suddenly shy and the way both men were currently looking at her didn’t help any. She felt trapped, so she quickly sat up and pulled the bedding up to her neck.



Eyon smiled at Nicole. She was still being modest, even after what they had shared. He was intrigued. He reached over and pulled her nearer to him, leaning into her to whisper in her ear, “Miss me?”



His mouth was close to her neck and when he lifted his head and looked at her, Nicole turned her face away and blurted out, “I need to use the bathroom.”



Eyon chuckled softly. “Tell me, sweets, what are ye going to do?”



Nicole was happy he could not see her eyes, as they mirrored her emotions. “Uhhh… The stuff one does in a bathroom,” she replied with a hint of embarrassment.



Eyon laughed again, it sounded deep and guttural. He could smell Nicole’s alluring scent. It perfumed the air, making his gargoyle restless with want. After a moment’s hesitation, he let her go.



“Dinna be too long, Nicole, or we’ll come get ye.”



Nicole was too stunned to reply. She quickly slid off the bed and rushed into the bathroom, securing the latch on the door. Feeling somewhat safer, she relaxed and quickly relieved her bladder.



Nicole took a deep breath as her thoughts naturally turned to the men. If only she was able to resist them. Why do they make me feel so weak? Feeling a slight headache building, she took two painkillers that she found in the bathroom’s medicine cabinet and then had a quick wash.



When Nicole finally emerged from the bathroom, she could feel their eyes on her, just as acutely as she could feel her fluttering heart. She kept her eyes averted and wrapped the belt of the thick robe she had found in the bathroom more tightly around her waist. Nicole had seen men lusting over her before and even had a few fighting over her. Hell, even that stupid cow Devon had his friends watching her to see if she was cheating on him, though it turned out he was the one cheating, the ass wipe! But none of those men could hold a candle to the way these two men made her feel with the intensity of their gazes.



“Remove the robe, Nicole,” ordered Kieran.



“I will not,” she snapped.



“Why do ye still feel the need to be clothed?” Kieran continued, his voice demanding.



She was briefly stunned. “I do not feel that I need to explain this to you. Anyway, I see no reason for me to be walking around unclothed. It’s not practical.”



Kieran seemed to consider her reasoning. “If the situation were different, that would be true. But ye dinna really have a choice in this matter.”



Nicole remained just as she was and stated defiantly, “You both may chose to ignore this, but I am an adult and will do as I please. I do not need permission.”



She saw him almost smile. “Ye refuse to obey then?”



“I refuse to be bullied into undressing, based on your controlling caveman behavior.”

Eyon’s lips tightened as he interjected, “Then perhaps ye’d like us to do it for ye. If ye like it rough, we can oblige. Yer choice.”



That brought Nicole up short. “I don’t know what you’re insinuating,” she swiveled on her feet to head back to the confines of the bathroom.



But the men were expecting such a reaction, they knew Nicole would rather run away than admit her true feelings. Eyon moved so fast Nicole didn’t even see him coming. Before she could cry out, she felt her body being twirled around as he wrapped a corded arm around her small waist and hauled her body to his. His masculine, earthy scent filled her senses as she tried to pull away from him, but she wasn’t strong enough to break his hold. She attempted to slap him, but he caught her wrist in his hand and held it tightly.



“Quit struggling. If ye dinna remain still, I’ll spank yer bottom!” he vowed, his hand hitting its mark. The robe did little to protect her from the sting.

“Pig!” she hissed.



“I dinna want to fight with ye, Nicole,” Eyon growled in her ear. “If we had wanted to hurt ye, we would have done so by now.” He leaned closer to her, his breath brushing against her cheek has he spoke low. “Are ye hungry?”



Her eyes narrowed at his question. “Why?”



He took his time answering. “More mid-morning delight,” he finally whispered before capturing her lips with his.

* * * *



Nicole’s hands pushed against Eyon’s chest as she fought to get free. Bastard, she fumed.



She didn’t want to feel his warm lips on hers. So kept her lips sealed. But he had other ideas. His fingers moved, slowly caressing the side of her breast in a way that sent a jolt of awareness through her body. At her gasp, he slid his tongue inside of her mouth and she opened liked a petal.



Although Nicole’s body screamed at her to surrender, she stood quite still during Eyon’s ravishment of her mouth. She wouldn’t let them dictate to her what they thought was best. She wouldn’t let them do this to her, this was not the Victorian era. Breaking the kiss, and what a kiss it was, Nicole took a deep breath before saying, “I don’t know what planet you guys are from, but this is Earth. We have laws against forcing people.”



Green eyes widened, perplexed. Good, she thought, it’s about time.



“Do ye really think we care? Ye can continue fighting; it matters not,” Eyon declared.



“Animals,” she spat. Nicole wasn’t prone to fits, but these men and the whole situation had utterly shoved her over the edge.



His hold tightened and Nicole resisted a wince, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. “Tread very carefully, Nicole.” His green eyes sparkled dangerously.



“Whatever,” she replied coolly and with a hard shove at his chest, she made enough space between them to move away from him.



As Eyon abruptly released her, she took a step back and fought hard not to grin at gaining one over on him. Despite her words, Nicole shuddered at the fury evident on Eyon’s features, dark and foreboding.



“It would seem like our mate is adept at being untruthful,” Kieran said sardonically.



Nicole swung her gaze away from Eyon to him. He was lying casually on the bed, now wearing black track bottoms, his long, lean legs stretched out.



Christ, it should be a sin to look so hot. Blonde locks fell askew in disarray, yet the man managed to look like he’d just steeped out of a magazine.



Nicole bristled at his mocking smile. Seething with anger and humiliation, she squared her shoulders and mustered up as much courage as she could.



“Who are you to call me a liar? You wouldn’t know the truth if it bit you in the ass,” she spat out, her voice dripping with venom.



So what if they sensed her need for them, didn’t the word ‘no’ mean anything? She guessed not. She decided to continue to resist. They hadn’t even considered how they had disrupted her life, the selfish bastards.



A tense silence ensued. Kieran chuckled, but it lacked humor. Their mate was, after all, a human. They knew human women lacked discipline. Nicole seemed to believe that using her acid tongue would deter them, but her resistance had only fueled their desire for her. They had started wondering what fully possessing her would be like. It was a welcoming thought, so they continued the verbal sparing.



“Since ye are obviously new to all this, Eyon and I are inclined to be lenient. Nevertheless, my sweets, this is the last time ye’ll defy us on this matter,” Kieran spoke coolly, the laughter gone.



Nicole snorted. Who the hell do they think they are?



She didn’t hear him, hadn’t even sensed his movement, but suddenly Eyon’s fingers closed around her wrist as Kieran got up off the bed. Nicole stiffened and glared at Kieran as he walked casually over to them.



“Stay away from me!”



She felt Eyon’s hold loosen on her arm and finally he stood back. Nicole yanked her wrist free only for Kieran to take a more forceful grip on her hand. The mocking smile was back on his lips. “Today, Nicole, ye’ll be fully taken as ours.”



Nicole felt the jolt in her pussy. This was unreal, how could she still feel so sexually aroused? Why did her body long for this, for these men to possess her? Something was wrong, it wasn’t natural. It was as if she wanted completion, a complete domination of her body and soul.



There was just one thing. She was afraid.



Kieran looked down at the offending garment Nicole wore. His fingers itched to tear it off. Dinna worry, sweets. I’m going to fix that very soon.



Nicole ground her teeth together to fight off the anger and sexual desire that were boiling in her blood, as she struggled against his hold.



“I think we have delayed this long enough,” Eyon interrupted impatiently. He leaned toward her and spoke softly into her ear. “Let me explain it to ye, Nicole. Ye belong to us. We dinna want to fight with ye, but if ye continue to defy us, ye’ll regret it.”



Again, Nicole felt shivers of alarm at his words. What could be worse than what she was enduring?




He spoke to Kieran in rapid Gaelic and Nicole watched in stunned disbelief as the robe was ripped off her body like it was made of flimsy material, exposing her to two gleaming pairs of eyes. It left her stark naked and the men seemingly transfixed, as if they were seeing her naked for the first time, staring at her body in awe.



“We can’t,” she moaned, looking down at her feet, embarrassed, “Not again.”



“That’s where ye are wrong, my sweets. Yer body will always want us,” Kieran groaned huskily as he reached down and cupped a breast.



She moaned and closed her eyes as he began kneading the firm flesh and Eyon, not to be denied, start to paint a trail along her collarbone with his tongue.



Nicole opened her eyes to watch as Kieran’s lips descended to her other exposed breast, and moaned aloud when they clamped over her aching nipple. She stiffened as their hands began to explore her body.



“I know ye’re aching for us, Nicole. Stop fighting it,” Eyon stated in a deep, erotic whisper.



She was deposited unceremoniously on to the centre of the bed. Nicole didn’t even remember when they had started moving, let alone how they had reached the bed. She blinked in confusion at Kieran and then at Eyon. They both stood like statues on either side of her, eyeing her speculatively. She heard Eyon saying something to Kieran in their native tongue.



Eyon looked at Nicole’s naked body in both awe and delight. “She is such a little wildcat in bed and has so much passion behind that cool facade and flippant tongue. She is going to be such a pleasure to tame.” He smiled anticipating the moments to come.



“Aye, even though she sought to fight us every step of the way, I know she wants us. I, too, can’t wait for her taming to fully begin. God’s teeth…the woman drives me to pure madness. With a delectable little puss like that, I am not surprised,” Kieran said, as he remembered Nicole’s taste.



Nicole watched with wide eyes as the two men slowly undressed while staring at her. She swallowed a lump of fear at the hungry looks in their eyes; it was as if they wanted to devour her. Her attention went to the lower part of their bodies. How the hell would she accommodate two? She could just barely manage one. Nicole looked from Eyon to Kieran and back again. She bit her plump lower lip with indecision.



“Nicole, we will never hurt ye. And we’ll fit. Ye won’t regret it, sweets,” Kieran promised as he came closer, recognizing the fear on her face.



Eyon remained silent; he was too aroused to say anything. He edged closer to Nicole. Then their hands fell on her body, rubbing her shoulders and squeezing her breasts, rolling and teasing her chocolate nipples until they grew rock-hard. Nicole found herself quivering and throbbing, their every touch sending unbearable jolts of arousal through her weakening body.



Nicole wanted so much to resist, but it was becoming harder and harder. Hands were everywhere; no part of her body was left untouched. Kieran slid a large hand up her thigh and strong, calloused fingers found her wet, swollen flesh. He used his middle finger to gently rub her clit, circling it, pinching it, until Nicole rocked her hips and moaned.



Kieran’s blue eyes grew darker as he looked at her. The knowing smile that had been there before grew serious. “Look at me, Nicole,” he said, his voice was gentle, yet firm.



She forced her eyes open. He gazed into them for a moment, and then his eyes took on a possessiveness that had her transfixed. “We will not tolerate yer defiance, Nicole. Ye are Mistress here now, even more so after our combined mating. However, what seems to have slipped yer mind more times than not is that we are the masters of yer body and mind,” Kieran growled as thick fingers slammed into her pussy.



She cried out, her body shaking. He gave her a knowing chuckle and thrust deeper. “God, Nicole, why do ye think to deny us what’s rightfully ours?” he demanded, leaning over to bite the side of her neck.



“Ye are ours, Nicole,” Kieran’s deep masculine voice whispered in her ear, his warm breath tickling her earlobe. Anticipation of what was to come flashed through her.



“Yes.” She sounded surprised by her own acknowledgment.



Eyon leaned over and pressed his lips against Nicole’s opened ones. His tongue pushed forward, exploring her mouth, lazily massaging and tasting. Nicole moaned against his lips, abandoning herself to their attentions, their passions, and their sheer possessiveness. She took his hand and moved it down to the wetness between her thighs, to join Kieran’s thrusting digits. He growled in mock outrage and kissed her harder.



“Yes,” she whispered as his fingers found her clit. She loved it. But she loved it even more when Kieran lowered his head to her breast and began biting and sucking her firm nipples.



Suddenly, Eyon broke the kiss to allow Kieran to position her to his liking. As they moved, Eyon quickly captured her lips again in a heated and hungry kiss, before sitting back and watching as Kieran slipped his slick fingers from inside of her and then sucked them one by one.



“I enjoyed that most thoroughly, sweetness. Ye look so beautiful in the throes of passion,” Kieran murmured.



“Aye, beautiful indeed…Take her,” Eyon whispered, “I want to hear her screams.”



Nicole watched as Kieran hooked his arms under her knees and slid her to the edge of the mattress. Open and exposed to his gaze, she turned her head in embarrassment.



“Look at me, Nicole,” Kieran commanded. She obeyed.



“How beautiful ye are!” He gazed at her for a long moment before she allowed her hips to arch up to meet him.



And, for the second time that morning, Nicole screamed as Kieran’s massive erection speared into her wet, sex-slicked, and more than willing womanhood. She met his lunges with a force of her own as he began to take her with long, fast strokes.



“Oh God,” she whispered in a husky voice, wrapping her legs around his hips, “This feels so good.” Nicole grabbed the hands that held her hips in a tight grip.



Kieran growled and increased the depth and tempo of his thrusts until his whimpering mate trembled on the verge of climax. He watched her come until she was quivering with exhaustion. Nicole moaned with unfulfilled passion. Her body continued to pulse with Kieran’s shaft anchored deep within her, unmoving, but still firm and unspent.



Eyon leaned against the headboard and stroked his cock as he watched, never taking his eyes off of Kieran fucking their mate. The beauty of Nicole reaching her climax was a magnificent sight to him.



Nicole, still in the throes of desire turned to him, panting hard, eyes dark with lust. “Eyon, I need you. Please,” she whimpered as her pussy continued to spasm around Kieran’s shaft.



Eyon moved, displaying his obvious satisfaction that Nicole had voiced her needs. He was pleased that she was accepting her fate, accepting that she was theirs.



“Roll her onto her side,” he growled impatiently at Kieran.



Before her body or mind could recover, Kieran slowly pulled out of her suctioning core and placed her in the centre of the bed. Then he rolled her towards Eyon.



* * * *



Nicole found herself pleasantly sandwiched between two hard bodies. She knew what was going to happen. She felt her nipples tighten even more when their erect members touched her heated flesh. Kieran’s erection prodded her from behind, while Eyon’s rubbed against her stomach.



“God, I can’t wait to be inside ye. I want this so bad,” Eyon murmured.



Nicole shuddered as she suddenly felt hands running along the cleft of her bottom. Her eyes flew open. “I’m afraid,” she spoke aloud, finally acknowledging her fears. She knew she sounded helpless and pathetic, but she couldn’t help it.



Physical desire, along with a desire to protect, overwhelmed both men at Nicole’s confession. They enfolded her smaller form in their arms. Eyon reached out and cupped her face. “We understand. Ye have nothing to fear, sweets. We want ye to know us in every way. I want ye to tell us if it hurts too much. Okay, sweets? We’ll stop if ye want us to.”



Eyon stared into her eyes and then his lips brushed hers in the gentlest, most delicate of touches. Soft though it was, the kiss conjured strange, almost electric, tingles in her skin and sent a rush of heat sizzling along her nerve endings. Several times, he slid his mouth across hers, the softness of his lips nuzzling gently.



Meanwhile, Kieran was kissing her neck and shoulders, his hands moving all over her body. All the while, he whispered in her ear about how they wanted and needed her. “Ye’ll enjoy it, Nicole,” he said, biting her earlobe.



“Okay,” she groaned and then opened her lips to give Eyon free access to her mouth.



Oh, God. Am I going to regret this? Two men! Should I? Shouldn’t I? Maybe just this one time… I did agree, didn’t I? No turning back. Nicole couldn’t believe she could become so aroused again after the vigorous attention her body had been receiving from the men. By rights, she should have been bone tired.



For the men, it had been a revelation to hear that one word. She trusted them, wanted them. The sure knowledge that they would finally take her together made their balls tighten in anticipation. They could almost visualize it, a cock sliding into her from behind as the other took her from the front. Their dicks twitched and ached with anticipation.



The rich aroma of her musk filled the air, mixed with the sweet scent of vanilla. It was intoxicating. Eyon continued to kiss her deeply and very, very slowly, gripping her face to hold her more firmly against his lips. Her mouth was a wet, open flower that surrendered to his tongue. He felt her shiver. Her hips were pressed to his own by the force of Kieran’s hand as it kneaded her plump bottom. Eyon smiled at Nicole’s trembling as Kieran thrust his fingers into her and began fucking her from behind.



Nicole gasped and quivered helplessly when she felt the digits enter her core. She whimpered with need as Kieran sped up his pace. Her hips bucked against his hand, begging for more.



Eyon reached out and captured a breast, squeezing the firm, round globe, as her lips parted on a soft sigh. He grinned wider when Kieran’s finger plunged harder into her sopping core. Eyon watched Nicole’s face and knew she was near.



Not yet, he thought. They intended to take things slowly. They had all night and he was going to use as much of it as he could.



Between Eyon’s hands on her breasts and Kieran’s fingers inside her, Nicole was incapable of thought. It was mind shattering. Could someone die of too much pleasure? What a way to go. Nicole moaned in regret as she felt Kieran’s fingers suddenly leave her. She whimpered, her hips moving backward, desperate for him to put them back.



“Be patient, Nicole.”



The sound of Eyon’s voice sent a sweet thrill through her.



Eyon looked to Kieran. He knew Kieran’s face mirrored the dazed look was on his own. Neither could speak, only nodding when they were ready.



“Relax, baby,” whispered Kieran, caressing her bottom.



Nicole heard Kieran say something to Eyon, though she knew not what, since it was in their native tongue. A few seconds later, she heard the distinctive sound of a tube opening. She gasped when a cold liquid suddenly hit her skin as Kieran liberally coated her anus with the lubricant.



“I know it’s cold. Sorry, sweets, but we have to make ye nice and ready,” he whispered before he began to slowly caress her puckered opening.



Nicole gasped and spread her legs wide. “P–please don’t. Oh…”



“Ye’re so going to love this,” Kieran purred, “Open yer legs wider for me.”



Nicole obeyed. Eyon’s fingers nudged her thighs even further apart, seeking out her wet core, and finding the entrance, he thrust forward. Nicole accepted the invasion, groaning as Eyon’s palm hit her clit. Then Kieran thrust a finger inside her anus and she cried out in both shock and pleasure.



Eyon quickly captured her cries with his lips as he used his other hand to caress her hair, her cheeks, soothing her. Nicole moaned and pushed back against Kieran. Eyon continued to distract her, allowing Kieran to take his time to do what he wanted. She sucked Eyon’s tongue as he gladly took what she offered, mapping her mouth with the muscle. He sucked lightly on the pink tip of her tongue, doing his best to give her as much pleasure as he could.



Kieran, sensing that she was more relaxed, removed his fingers, and before Nicole could even feel the loss, the head of his shaft prodded against her anus. She gasped as the bulbous head pushed inside. Blindly reaching out in front of her, she grabbed onto Eyon’s arms.



“That’s it, baby,” whispered Kieran, caressing her bottom as Eyon continued to kiss her. Eyon broke the kiss as Kieran spread her ass cheeks and began to thrust and thrust. She felt a finger flick her clit and she came instantly.



“Oh God.” She bucked forward and then back. Both men held her as she began to shake, howling and mewing like a dog in heat. The men shuddered at the sensation.



“Are ye okay, Nicole?” Eyon asked, looking at her teary eyes.



She had never experienced anything so pleasurable in all her life and was too dazed to even answer. Her chest heaved, trying to find enough air to stay conscious. She was that near to passing out.



“Are ye too tired to continue?” Kieran asked.



Unsure how to respond, Nicole closed her eyes and started chewing her bottom lip in earnest.



Eyon watched a visibly shaken Nicole absorb Kieran’s words. Softly, he added, “There is no rush, Nicole. Just relax and let us do the work.” Eyon paused and waited until she looked at him. “We have ye. Just let it happen.”



Opening her legs wider, Eyon slid his shaft inside her as far as he could manage. Nicole gasped at the sudden invasion. This was all new to her. She had never done anything like that before, plus, she’d never been with any man as well endowed as they were. Their sizes and, lord, the way they used them, were simply out of this world.



They felt Nicole stiffen. Kieran gently began running his tongue up and down her neck as he held her tight. Eyon re-captured her lips and began nibbling and sucking the bottom one.



“Christ’s teeth, Nicole ye are so fucking tight,” Kieran hissed, as if in pain, withdrawing his shaft halfway out her back passage.



“Oh Lord,” she cried out as Eyon’s mouth left her lips and found her nipples.



Eyon groaned in pure pleasure when the hot, tight sheath of her core slowly swallowed his cock. Eyon lifted his head from her breast just long enough to explain. “After we take ye, Nicole, ye will treasure the fluids filling yer body. No other man will ever dare touch ye. Yer only thoughts will be of us and of being with us. Yer body will ache and burn with the need for our cocks to fill it.” He ended with a possessive and demanding kiss.



Both men moaned at the unbelievable tightness they were experiencing, her orifices held them like a vice. After they had allowed her enough time to adjust to their combined sizes, Kieran, who had withdrawn his shaft slightly so Eyon could fully enter her, grabbed her hips and pulled her along his length.

“Impale yerself on me, sweets.” He groaned as she acquiesced. The men inhaled sharply, the scent of her juices had reached them. It was stronger than before, making them even hotter. “Give us yer hot, tight, and sweet little body. All of it.”



Then they began a synchronized dance, moving in unison, retreating and filling her again and again. Eyon ground into her core and Kieran was just as relentless.



“This is good ass,” Kieran murmured, biting and sucking her neck as he pounded into her.



Helpless under their onslaught, Nicole moaned in reckless abandonment. She grabbed hold of the Eyon’s head, causing him to slowly leave her breast and look into her passion-filled eyes.



“God, ye are beautiful. How we adore ye and everything about ye. Yer body is so wet, so tight, and all ours.” His hands gripped her hips then, increasing the pace of their thrusts.



Nicole screamed in her mindless passion. “Oh please, harder- Please,” she pleaded, thrusting her hips backward, enjoying the sensation of two cocks. She heard a grunt of approval and smiled.



“Do ye want to come again, Nicole? Do ye?” Kieran demanded, biting her neck.



How could she resist such an inviting question? “Yes!” she yelled as her fingers dug into Eyon’s shoulders.



She felt Kieran grip her hips tighter, holding her to him as he thrust into her again and again. She fought the impending climax, wanting to savor it, but the men’s sensual words and Eyon’s hands caressing her ass and back, weakened her resolve. She wriggled her bottom, trying to force Kieran to move faster, as an overwhelming need took over.



“Shit. Don’t move, sweetness,” Kieran panted, trying to hold her hips still, but to no avail. “Christ’s teeth. Shit. Fuck it.” He withdrew and slammed back in.



Nicole couldn’t stop the fire. “I am coming!” she screamed.



“Good. Dinna fight it,” said Eyon. “There’s more where that came from.”



It erupted like an earthquake. Her stomach heated and tightened as she coated Eyon’s cock with her hot juices and her ass clamped down on Kieran’s cock. She felt Kieran shudder violently behind her and regretted that she couldn’t see his face.



Eyon groaned and Kieran gasped as Nicole’s inner muscles worked their shafts. And with a rhythm born of long practice, they continued work her as one. “No more,” she cried, as the two pushed her into a state of sexual frenzy.



“Yes.” Both were unrelenting in their quest. Nicole’s head rolled from side to side in time with her moans as the sensations built again.



“Christ’s blood! Shit!” the men shouted together.



As they thrust into her to the hilt one last time, their bodies rigid, jaws clenched, as they emptied their balls into her tight holes. The spurt of their semen into her body triggered a second orgasm. It seemed endless, her muscles clenching as their warm heat flowed through her. She screamed their names as her vision began to blur. She stared into Eyon’s fathomless eyes, now dark with passion, as the darkness closed in quickly. She slipped into unconsciousness.



They continued to leisurely pump into her, savoring the feeling of her clenching ass and pussy.



* * * *



“Isn’t she a beauty?” Eyon ran his index finger along the swell of her hip. Kieran silently agreed, as he also trailed a finger over the soft, but firm, flesh. A needy moan came from Nicole’s throat.



“What happened?” Nicole asked as she slowly opened her eyes and looked into Eyon’s green ones.



“Ye were a bit over-stimulated,” Kieran answered with a grin, stroking her from behind.



“Yer body is still hungry for us, baby,” Eyon whispered as he glanced over at Kieran.



Kieran chuckled. “Wait until ye’re inside her ass. It’s so tight and hot inside. I could feel the blood rushing from my shaft to my head.”



Eyon moaned in reply, the thought sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body. Shit, no wonder Kieran had looked so dazed and out of his fucking mind. He ran his hands lightly over her buttocks and Nicole responded by opening her legs for him with a soft moan. It was an obvious sound of desire and his cock twitched.



Plunging one hand between her thighs, Eyon stroked Nicole’s wet flesh, his fingers teasing the hard nub between her puffy labia. Dazed by this unexpected continuation of their earlier encounter, Nicole could feel her juices begin to flow freely. Her hips strained to meet his hand and he indulgently thrust his fingers into her slippery entrance.



A finger lightly trailing along the back of her knee tickled her, while lips kissed and sucked her shoulder. She knew that Kieran was working his way upward. Eyon, meanwhile, had his hot tongue on her neck, almost tickling the skin at the base of her skull, and causing shivers to ripple outward through her body. Eyon and Kieran were both working the heated flesh between her thighs and their strokes pushed her higher. Abruptly, they stopped and she was rolled over onto her back.



A groan from deep inside her body escaped Nicole’s lips as Eyon continued to thrust into her blazing inner flesh. She felt lifeless and confused by her body’s reaction to their touch. Despite feeling spent, she nevertheless shrieked as a violent orgasm swept through her.



Breathing unevenly, Nicole slowly opened her eyes a tiny bit and watched the two men. Nicole had only had sex with two other men in her whole life and neither had ever given her such pleasure. These two, Lord… The one thing she could say was that, in bed, they were definitely compatible, but there was more to a relationship than sex. Relationship? Was that what she wanted?



Minutes later, each propped on one elbow, Eyon and Kieran watched their mate. Both men felt as if they could have stayed in their current position in perfect bliss for the next hour. Nicole was curled up in a ball, under the covers, tendrils of her hair stuck to her slightly damp forehead. Despite that, she looked so cute with her long, delicate eyelashes fluttering against her smooth skin. She looked angelic, innocent and nothing could be further from the truth.



Eyon reached out and stroked the damp hair back from her forehead. It was more of an excuse to touch her than anything. He cupped her cheek and brushed his thumb lightly over her skin. “Ye okay? What are ye thinking?”



“That this is all so strange,” Nicole replied, a sad look entering her eyes, “but it seems right. I think.”



He raised an eyebrow at her. “No regrets then?”



“No…” Her eyes were downcast as she looked away and the men couldn’t be sure of what she was thinking.



Silence filled the room as the their eyes locked onto Nicole. Eyon took in the lovely contours of her delicate features while Kieran once again reminisced about the taste of her sweet juices. They both couldn’t help but think about how lovely she was and they couldn’t tear their eyes away from her.



There was a knock.



“Enter!” Eyon bellowed.



Nicole stiffened and burrowed beneath the bedding as the door silently opened. She blushed as her eyes met the timidly smiling face of Alana, who bowed and murmured apologies as she came into the room. In her hands, she bore a tray laden with food and various types of delicacies.



“Good morning, my Lairds, my lady,” Alana greeted them.



“Place the tray over there, Alana.” Eyon nodded towards an empty table.



“Yes, Laird Eyon.”



“I will be preparing your favorite for dinner, Mistress,” stated Alana as she placed the tray on top of the table. She turned and smiled affectionately at Nicole, who smiled back with the same warmth.



“I’ll be back for the tray later, my lady,” Alana said and then scurried off to start preparing dinner.



A few moments passed before Nicole felt the mattress shift beneath her as the men moved off the bed to put some clothing on, but not before kissing her firmly on the lips, one after the other.



“Come and eat before it gets cold,” Eyon commanded gently.



“Okay,” Nicole replied. Hurrying from the bed, she rushed to the bathroom, where she did a quick tidying up. As she opened the door to exit, Nicole was met by Eyon, who scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the table.



“Thank you.” She turned and met his smiling eyes.



Nicole was sat comfortably, eating the food Alana had brought just minutes ago, thinking about the men and what she had seen…again. If only there was some way to find out who or what they were. It wasn’t fair. She almost wished that she hadn’t seen it, so she wouldn’t have had her inquisitive desires awakened with no way to release them. Still, she could ask.



Sighing, Nicole snuggled into the blanket and enjoyed the taste of homemade croissant, soft and succulent on the palate. She could still recall Eyon’s eyes, how they had darkened in passion when he had entered her and kissed her and…shit, this wasn’t the time to think about that.



Curse them for being the hottest hunk of Scottish masculinity she’d ever laid eyes on. And, bloody hell, that sure turned her on in a wickedly hot way. Though she’d rather give them her acid tongue before admitting it to either of them, even if they could probably tell by just looking at her. She just needed to keep her wits.



Eyon and Kieran watched Nicole silently as she ate, noting the way she glanced at them when she thought they weren’t aware. They couldn’t help but smile at their memories of how she had felt in their arms as they took her. They were not surprised that she had responded so well. But, despite that, they needed to be one step ahead when it came to their feisty mate.



Nicole had proved to be an apt challenge, an exciting addition to their lives, and a welcome change from the typical activities of their life. She was a beauty, no doubt about that, and she would take some taming, of that they were sure. But they were as sure of their own desires as they were of their enchanting mate’s and they required total submission from her.



Her eyes were closed, as if she was in a world of her own, but they knew better.



“Nicole!”




She jerked, jarred from her confused thoughts. The firm sounding tone in Kieran’s voice concerned her, as if he understood what was taking place in her mind.



“What are ye thinking?”



She pushed the now empty plate away and folded her hands in her lap. “Do I have to share my thoughts also?” she asked calmly, “I am thinking of nothing, if you must know.”



Nicole saw his smile and felt his amusement. “Ye are lying again.” His voice was gruff. “Do ye have a problem with being honest?”



Nicole shrugged. “I do not. Not that it matters to you two anyway.”



She watched as Eyon eased off the bed, walking over to stand by the window and look out. He turned and stared at her for a moment.



“Nicole, we understand that this is all new to ye, but we have no patience for insolence. The sooner ye accept this, the better it will be,” Eyon stated coolly.



Nicole returned his stare, trying not to show her inner fears. “Better for whom?” she shouted, ending the short truce between the three of them. “Bloody cheek.”



Kieran approached her and leaned forward, his eyes dark with anger. “Ye like playing with fire, Nicole,” he stated, “but will ye enjoy the burn?” He reached out and pulled her from the chair.



“Let me be,” she hissed as he pulled her towards him. He closed his eyes, enjoying her feeble struggles. He wasn’t deterred. Kieran MacThomas had never been bested by a man and certainly never a female. His mate would not be the first. He found Nicole delectable in her current state of anger and he had a ready cure for that fire. The result would be their ultimate satisfaction. There was a granite shaft between his thighs that he could use to douse her flame.



“If ye think ye’ll best us, Nicole, ye are more addled than I thought,” he declared, laughing. Kieran was amused. “Have we ever told ye how lovely ye look when angry, sweets?” He grinned as he carried her towards the bed.



Feeling defeated, Nicole stopped her struggles and sighed. “Look, you’re both handsome and all that. I am sure you both can find somebody willing.” A brief look of guilt crossed her face.



“Ye have something against handsome men?” Eyon chuckled as he turned from the window. He still wore his smile as he walked across the room and sat beside her on the bed.



“What does it matter? I am but a prisoner. Who cares what I think?” she replied softly, refusing to allow their amused looks to make her feel even more stupid than she did already.



The humor left Eyon’s face to be replaced with the quiet watchfulness that was always there whenever she caught him looking her way. He held her eyes for a moment longer before dropping his head as he answered, “Tell me, Nicole, do ye want us to care?”



She had no reply, but then he was speaking again. “I suggest ye get some rest. Ye’re going to need it.”



His suggestive remark wasn’t lost on her, but she still remained quiet. Nicole lowered her lashes; she refused to look at them, knowing her face was a mixture of arousal, embarrassment and anger.



Nicole didn’t know they could smell her arousal, smell the juices flowing. She didn’t see the satisfied smiles that spread across their faces. For several long moments, she didn’t move, and with their hard bodies sandwiching her, she could barely breathe. The silence was making her nervous.



Nicole stiffened when Eyon’s hand touched her thigh. She jerked and slapped his hand away. She heard his sharp intake of breath at the same moment. His jaw was set, so firmly clenched she could see the strain in his face. She quickly looked away.



“Nicole.” She didn’t turn toward him.



He sighed. “Look at me.”



With seeming reluctance, Nicole turned her head to face him again. “What?” she whispered.



He leaned down and took her mouth with a sweetly gentle, but passionate kiss. He slid his tongue softly over her lips, seeking permission to enter. When she opened up to him, he groaned, sliding his tongue into the moist recesses of her mouth. Eyon sucked and nibbled her lips as he gathered her close, until she was perched on his lap. He slowly disengaged his mouth from hers and then gazed into her eyes.



“Ye have no idea what ye do to us, do ye, baby? Why do ye continue to fight us? Ye belong to us.”



“You’ve both been misinformed,” she stated.



“Misinformed?” Kieran repeated as he reached over, taking her from his cousin’s lap so he could feel her in his arms again.



She closed her eyes and shivered. Nicole could feel the hard bulge of his erection against her backside. She pulled away from him so she could gulp in some much needed air.



“I can’t deny the attraction I feel for you both, but this obsessive madness needs to stop.”



Kieran didn’t answer right away; instead he just stared at her. Nicole gave him an irritated look until he finally spoke. “It isn’t an obsession to want to be ye,” he drawled seductively, with an arrogant look on his face.



Stop looking so smug! You’ve lost, and you know it. She so wanted to get up and slap that damn look off his face, but she didn’t dare. “Of course you’d say that. I suppose that’s why I am being detained like a prisoner.”



Kieran continued to stare at her, his face impassive, not giving a clue to the emotions churning inside him. “No arguing with ye there, sweets. I can see that. Stubborn as hell, ye are.” He reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.



Her pulse went on instant overdrive as her pussy contracted on its own. She shivered. Lord, what are these men doing to me?



“I am not stubborn. I…I am not a mule,” she answered, finally getting some semblance of control over her raging emotions.



Kieran sighed. “Do ye fear us, Nicole?”

She wanted to ignore his question, but honesty prevailed. “Well, a little bit.”



She didn’t want to be so obvious with her feelings, but Lord, were they making it ever so hard, which increased her unease.




“It’s natural, but ye have no need to fear us,” he replied.



“Aye,” Eyon agreed. He didn’t want Nicole to fear them. They wanted her to be happy and remain where she belonged, in their arms.



Nicole snorted and lifted a trembling hand to brush away another stray lock of hair from her forehead. Of course they would say that, how the hell could they understand how she felt? Turning to Eyon, she said, “Then why are you both treating me like this? Like I have no say in the matter?”



A slow smile crossed his face. “I know it may seem like a lot to take in, but I know ye feel the strong bond between the three of us.”



Their feelings for her were intense and they couldn’t exactly blame her for feeling unsure, but they had to convince her to give this relationship a chance. Besides, it wasn’t like they were going to take no for an answer, she was too important to them.



She hesitated a moment and took a breath. “Yes. Oh- I-I don’t know. I guess,” she answered. What was the sense in lying? Eyon would only prolong the discussion.



The men exchanged glances before nodding in understanding. There was hope. They looked down at their mate, taking in every detail of her lovely face, from her pouting lips to her large brown eyes that held shadows of doubt now that the conversation had taken on a different course.



Eyon reached out and gently traced a finger over the curve of her exposed shoulder, resisting the urge to push her down on the bed and plunder her sweetness. “There are things that we cannot tell ye, at least not yet. And we require nothing of ye that we cannot give in return. But, what I would ask from ye…when we do tell ye what ye seek to know, please view it with an open mind,” he said as he began gently massaging her shoulder with his fingers.



Nicole’s eyes were as wide as saucers. “Keep an open mind?”



Something told her these men were keeping secrets, secrets she intended to find out. She sucked her teeth. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the annoyance in their expressions, but ignored it. She could rile them whenever she wanted. It was empowering…and funny. Then she sobered. “You know what the saddest part is? Neither of you have even asked me what I want.”



“Nicole.”



“That’s my name,” she replied sarcastically, not bothering to look up at Eyon.



“Look at me, baby.”



She hesitated briefly and then turned her head to look over at him. Nicole trembled as those green eyes studied her. “That couldn’t be helped. So let’s move on. An open mind, can ye do that?”



What the hell? Just like that, no thoughts spared for her feelings. Nicole took an inward breath for courage. Sure, they were large and intimidating, but they did say they would never harm her. Her heart was in her throat, but the adrenaline allowed her to feel courageous and in command. Squaring her shoulders, an action that made the men chuckle, Nicole eyed them stonily.



“I saw Kieran’s eyes that night and yours earlier. Was I seeing things?” she blurted instead. What happened to courage?



It was apparent by the look in his eyes that Eyon was surprised by her question. What? Did he think she had forgotten? She wasn’t about to let him back out of answering the question that had been plaguing her thoughts for days now. Nicole thrust her chin out, giving her the appearance of a defiant teenager.



His expression became unreadable. “No, ye weren’t.”



Eyon wasn’t sure if saying more would upset her, and the last thing he wanted to do was make her afraid.



“I knew it!” she yelled. Pushing away from Kieran, she jumped up off the bed.



“I knew I wasn’t crazy,” she exclaimed, slowly backing towards the door.



Kieran and Eyon had watched in disbelief when Nicole had jumped up. They didn’t bother trying to stop her because she had a right to be alarmed. They just hoped it was temporary. They were both willing to do what was necessary to see that Nicole remained with them.



“What ye saw that night, and today, was not a result of ye being drunk. Our eyes do in fact change colors, Nicole,” Eyon explained as he turned away from her,

“They usually change based on our emotions at the time, although we can change them at will.”



Nicole shut her eyes, as though she was to block out his words. “What’s wrong with you? Are you both ill?” she asked, panicking.



“No, Nicole, we’re not ill. We were born this way.”



Nicole didn’t know what to say. What kind of person had eyes that glowed red and then turned black? She stood rigid, in a state of confusion and looked towards the door. The only escape route.



“Do not fear us,” Kieran pleaded, all arrogance gone as he observed the conflicting array of emotions flickering over her face.



Her head snapped towards him and she pinned him with an icy stare. Kieran held out his hand and let it immediately fall to his side as Nicole backed away further from them.



“I demand a phone call,” she declared.



Kieran’s brain screamed in frustration and judging by the look on Eyon’s face, he fared no better. Nicole was pretty angry. They watched her as she stood there, spoiling for a fight. Sure they could force her to comply, but fucking her senseless would only serve as a temporary respite.



Eyon’s voice broke the silence. “Nicole, I know ye dinna trust us right now, but just give us a chance to explain. We know it’s a lot to take in, but we can make it better.”



She so wanted to believe them. They were looking so handsome, staring at her with concern and worry, spilling their feelings. Damn, they were making it hard. She quickly looked away to collect her tattered thoughts. She took a breath, trying to steady her pounding heart. “Well, explain then. What is it?”



“Our eyes can change color.”



The response made no sense, Eyon knew that, but he wasn’t about to elaborate. Little did he know, Nicole wasn’t about to be satisfied with that. She looked exasperated. Kieran smiled at Nicole’s expression, if the situation wasn’t so serious, he would have laughed.



“You don’t say?” she whispered sarcastically, her gaze never leaving Eyon’s.



“Damn,” Kieran growled, “Come here to us, Nicole.”



Kieran decided to change the course of the discussion. It was not a good time to get into it. If it took fucking her to keep her quiet, well so be it.



“Why?” She watched him through hooded eyes. He looked so manly and sexy. Do not give in, she told herself.



“I will come to ye then.” Kieran rose from the bed and began walking towards her.



“This is crazy.”



“No, Nicole, it’s not.”



She didn’t bother to move or say anything as strong arms surrounded her waist and lifted her off the floor. She sighed in defeat and wrapped her arms around his neck as he walked them back towards the bed. She looked over at Eyon. Although he hadn’t moved from his position, sitting on the edge of the bed, she had a strong sense of connection with him, as if he was caressing her.



“Bring her to me.” Eyon’s passion filled voice had her pussy creaming, coupled with Kieran’s large hands, cupping and squeezing her bottom as he laid her gently onto the bed.



“But we haven’t finished talking,” she moaned, trying to pull away from Eyon’s hands as they moved to reveal her heated flesh for their touching and viewing pleasure.



“Not now, Nicole,” Eyon groaned huskily as he reached down and cupped her breasts.



She almost gave up resisting when he began to knead the firm flesh. But Nicole decided not to give in so easily. Not even a mind-blowing orgasm would make her forget. At her insistent pushing, Eyon reluctantly lifted his hands.



“Ye like it very much when we take ye to bed. Am I right?” he smiled at her glare.



“Of course I do.” She wanted to contradict him, but honesty forbade it. Besides, he bloody well knew she did, based on her reaction to them. She knew they were being evasive in their answers to her question. Sighing, she glanced from one to the other. They both had the characteristics of men to whom command was familiar, but no outright haughtiness was apparent in their bearings. They were dignified and rather reserved in manners, but also downright domineering and controlling.



Well, if they thought their pretty looks and hot sex could deter her, they were wrong. Slowly, she counted to ten and looked at both of them. Their expressions were perfectly calm, only the flaring of their nostrils gave away their desire.



“So, what do you mean when you say your eyes change with your emotions?”



“Ye want to discuss this now?” Kieran asked, his voice a deep rumbling baritone.



“No, next week. Of course now! We have more important things to discuss than having sex,” she replied stubbornly. Rolling her eyes, she sat up.



“And if we decide otherwise?” Kieran’s grin held a hint of challenge. Women, they were never satisfied until they had the upper hand. Lucky for her, they loved her. Being with her was like being re-born. They could deny her nothing, except letting her leave that was.



“You wouldn’t dare,” she snapped. Her eyes narrowed as Eyon reached out and cupped the side of her face.



“Remember what I said earlier, Nicole. Keep an open mind.”



Whatever, she thought, twisting her face away.



She turned to look at Kieran when he said, “Do ye believe in myths and monsters?”



She shook her head, torn between screaming and laughing, but she did ask the question.



“Nicole?” His voice was gentle as he lifted a hand and gently touched her shoulder, but at her tight look, he released her.



As Kieran’s hand fell away, she shuffled away from him only to come in contact with Eyon’s thigh on her side. She pushed at it, but it was like trying to move a boulder, so she gave up. “Of course I do.”



Both men stared at her in stunned disbelief. “Ye do?”



“Of course not!” she snapped, “Do I look stupid?”



What the hell’s wrong with this man, asking asinine questions?



Sighing, Kieran smiled humorlessly. “What do ye know of gargoyles?” His question sounded hollow and distant.



Nicole averted her gaze. It was official. They were crazy. Hot like fire and crazy as hell. Suddenly her thoughts became clear, as she remembered the manuscripts, the picture, the drawings, and all those documents the men had in their library. Was this part of their delusions? She had read that a person who suffered from schizophrenia sometimes presented with grandiose ideations.



Nicole closed her eyes, perplexed. Eyon was so serious, but tender, Kieran was quick to laugh, but possessive. Could she live like that? How could something feel so right, yet so wrong? Conflicting emotions plagued her mind.



The men watched Nicole. Though they weren’t touching her, they could sense her inner turmoil. Nevertheless, she belonged to them, whether she liked it or not. Besides, she was the one who wanted to continue the conversation. Kieran looked at Eyon. Eyon nodded. They both reached out and gently touched Nicole’s hands.



“Nicole, are ye…okay?” Kieran asked.



Her eyes snapped open. “What?” she replied inanely.



“Earlier, I asked ye a question, Nicole. Do ye believe in gargoyles?” Kieran looked her squarely, unblinking.



Not knowing how to respond to the question, she shrugged and laughed. But neither man thought it funny, so she tried to make light of the situation. “Oh, come on. Do you?”



Far from amused, Eyon replied in a clipped voice, “We do.”



Her brow furrowed as she frowned, baffled. “You’re both crazy,” she said. Her expression made it clear she thought they were indeed nuts.



“Have ye ever seen a gargoyle?” Kieran continued.



“What kind of a silly question is that?”



Eyon nodded slightly to indicate that she should answer it anyway. “What has that got to do with my earlier question?”



“Be patient, Nicole. We’ll get there.”



She sighed inwardly, deciding to play it safe. The last thing she needed was to be at the mercy of two mentally disturbed persons. Feeling at a disadvantage, in fight or flight mode, Nicole pushed her body into a more comfortable position. With an inward curse, she softly answered, “No.”



Both men exchanged knowing glances. They could see the confusion written all over her face. More than anything, they wanted to make things right. She was their future.



For centuries, there had been humans that had tried to wipe out their race from existence, planting a seed of hatred and mistrust. Hopefully with Nicole by their side, they could repair some of the hurt. It would take time, of course, but time was what they had.



Sighing wearily, Eyon looked at his mate. They needed to end this, maybe much sooner than they had anticipated. “Well, let me show ye. Look up at me, Nicole.” Eyon’s voice was gentle, yet firm.



Slowly she met their gazes, but not sure what to expect, she kept silent. Nicole watched Eyon as he got off the bed. She studied him, unblinking, as he watched her. Eyon was certain Nicole was going to scream and run at any moment. He had seen many do the same thing, would she be any different? This thought almost caused him to abandon his plan. Taking a deep breath, he hunched his shoulders over and let loose his wings.



Nicole blinked once…twice…three times when she saw the wings flapping. They were a shimmering dark silvery grey, with wide claw-like feathers, and his eyes had taken on a dark color, almost black. Nicole allowed herself to stare like an open-mouthed simpleton.



“Where do they come from?” she asked, her voice full of wonder, as she gaped at the stunning and magnificent wings presently before her. “Are they real?”



Nicole was more fascinated than frightened. Eyon didn’t respond, nor did he break their eye contact. He stood erect and it was as if he was made of stone.



Their mate was strong. Both men were surprised she wasn’t screaming and fighting to get away, but then again, it could be a delayed reaction. It had been so long since they felt so at peace. They had longed for someone to share their lives with, now they had Nicole. Their kind needed to be mated. It ensured the healthy continuation of their race. Eyon looked over to his cousin, who was surprisingly quiet and then back to Nicole’s panic-stricken face.



Nicole began to panic. Was she unwell? Was it a dream? The gentle movement of the wings snapped her from her thoughts. “Am I alright?” she asked, her voice quaking.



“Of course ye are.” Kieran finally spoke, and Nicole, somewhat enchanted, didn’t protest when he reached out and took one of her hands in his. “We understand yer fear.”



“Really? I thought gargoyles feared no one, with their super strength and policeman attitudes,” Nicole quipped, still looking on in awe.



Kieran laughed and she stared at him as his handsome face lit up. Nicole knew then that she cared for them. She turned and looked back at Eyon and the smile on his face warmed her entire being. She no longer saw them as crazy, but as men with desires and longings, just as others had. Could she be falling in love with them? Should she stay? If only it was that simple. She was taking it surprisingly well. Maybe she was in shock?



She looked on in wonder as Eyon, in gargoyle form, walked over to them.



“Are you really a gargoyle?”



Nicole’s eyes were drawn to his muscular chest of their own volition, traveling down to his tattered trousers. His erection was straining against them, leaving his cock clearly outlined, and what a cock it was. She licked her lips and his gaze followed her pink tip.



Eyon moved closer to her. “Ye’re still in doubt, despite these?” He flapped his wings. He sounded the same, although louder, and due to the change, a hollow voice boomed at her.



“A little,” she replied, mesmerized by his onyx-colored eyes, “But at the risk of sounding like a child, can you fly?”



Eyon nodded and took her free hand in his. “I know it is quite a lot to take in, but the best place to begin is by understanding our history.”



She glanced from one gorgeous hunk…man…gargoyle, whatever they were, to the other. She wanted to be ravished by them both. At least she knew they were good lovers, but was that enough?



Then Eyon began talking again, almost to himself. “All those stone figures of gargoyles ye see perched on top of cathedral were just used as protection to ward off supposed evil spirits. We were, in fact, Guardians of the human race, fighting along side them in battles.”



“This is all so strange!” It sounded like a spin off from Lord of the Rings, fascinating stuff. “A nice cup of tea would do just about now,” she grumbled.



He smiled and continued. “We were young lads when the Vikings came.” He looked over at a pensive Kieran. “I remember it as if it were yesterday. We were both hidden, as were other children, protected by magic. Rather than revealing the spells they had used to hide their children, our mothers sacrificed their lives, as did most of the other females. The Vikings wanted us as their slaves, to fight their wars. Our fathers were away fighting for our King at the time of the invasion…” he trailed off bitterly and closed his eyes.



“I am so sorry for your loss,” Nicole whispered, looking from one grief-stricken man to the other.



Kieran lifted her hand and kissed the back of her palm, his eyes reflecting all he had lost also. “Thanks, but dinna be. It was many centuries ago.”



Both men emitted a soft growl of pleasure when Nicole said, “And now you have me.”



She blushed at their pleased looks. For several minutes, they remained staring at each other. The men watched their lovely mate, each struggling with the need to push her down on the bed. Instead, they climbed in beside her, wanting to feel her between their bodies. Her body, though covered, was driving them insane.



They wanted her to stay with them, so they needed to take things slowly, but it was damn hard. Now that they had found her, the need to be with her was overpowering. For the past week, they had avoided temptation by keeping busy with clan matters. But despite their best efforts, they couldn’t help but daydream about her, much to their brethren’s amusement.



The memories made Eyon chuckle. He looked over at a smiling Kieran and knew he shared the same thoughts.



“What’s so funny?” Nicole asked, rubbing an unexpected itch on the side of her neck.



Eyon’s sharp eyes zoomed in on the fading bite marks their fangs had left on her neck. “Does it hurt?” His fingertips rested gently on the side of her neck.



She frowned as she fingered the bite marks and then smiled with affection. “No, I think it is cute.” She looked from Eyon to Kieran, shyly.



Delighted by her response, they smiled in unison. This outspoken honesty was hardly what they expected; yet in another sense, they were not surprised. Nicole was a fascinating and enchanting woman. Looking at her small hands, clasped in their larger ones, confirmed what they already knew, that she cared for them. This thrilled them to no end.



Nicole’s face suddenly became pensive. She asked fretfully, “Are you both alone then?”



“There are few of our kind still in existence. Most of our kind died in our stone state or out of grief, due to the loss of our females,” Kieran answered. He didn’t want to tell her that they had committed suicide.



He heard Eyon sigh and turned his eyes towards him. He could see the pain on his cousin’s face as he now sat immobile on the bed. Kieran knew it was equally hard for Eyon and it saddened him. Eyon, for all his stubborn disposition and determination, was rarely open with his feelings. They had both wanted to seek justice for the death of their mothers, although they were young lads at the time, and would have done so if not for the intervention of Eyon’s father.



For centuries Kieran had ached with pain, hurt and anger over it. It had taken quite sometime to overcome the pain. There had been times when he’d been so desperate to feel his mother’s touch, to hear her say that she loved him, as she often would. But now he would have his own family, his own sons, to love. If only his beloved mother was still around to see it.



As Kieran took over in telling Nicole about their history, Eyon let his mind wander. It was his father who had found them. It was days, maybe weeks later; they had all lost count of time. His father’s words penetrated his mind as he held him tightly. ‘Ye ‘ave survived, my son, to fight another day.’



Furious and grief stricken, his father had sworn revenge, killing all that crossed his path, until it was foretold by a Seer that he would have a new family. The pain had caused his father, Laird Callum, to reach out to a local female Seer. She informed him that his son and nephew would one day mate with a human and this would ensure the continuation of the race, his bloodline, as well as mend past hurt and pain.



This appeared so improbable to his father, who had taken on such hatred for humans to escape the hurt, that the matter was referred to a greater authority, the Gargoyle Council. The Council had corroborated the Seer’s story, but the matter was still universally discredited in the clan. Humans were considered the enemy. The clan would have never allowed a union of this nature, until now. Nicole unconscious caress of his hand pulled him from his thoughts.



Eyon looked at her tear-filled eyes as she listened patiently while Kieran painfully relived the last five centuries. She had no idea the impact she was about to make on the men’s lives. Eyon’s felt a tightening in his chest when he saw her tears. He observed the strain on Kieran’s face and knew that her tears affected him also.



“Do gargoyles still hate humans?” she whispered.



As soon as the words left her lips, Nicole wished she could call them back. But Kieran was already answering. “We will never hurt ye. So ye have no need to fear us.” He used a hand to wipe her tears. “Nicole, dinna cry. Ye’ll make yerself sick.”



“It is a sad story.” She smiled as he wiped away her flowing tears.



“Yes, but restrain yer tears, sweets. It was a long time ago. We bear no hatred anymore.”



“I believe you, I don’t know why, but I need some time to take all this in. It’s not every day that you find out gargoyles do exist and you’re the mate of not one but two…”



Kieran placed a hand to her lips, halting her trembling rush of words. “We both intend to love ye together. We also want ye to remain with us.” At her blush, he grinned.



“I…” Nicole found herself unable to speak, her eyes locked on the smoldering expression defining Kieran’s face. This was something the men obviously thought through. “I… how long?”



Kieran chuckled and in sync, both men got up and straightened their large forms. Eyon had returned to his human form.



Kieran reached down and gathered Nicole into his arms. “Forever, Nicole,” he replied.



He slowly bent his head to kiss her lips, but she pulled back and stated, “Forever is a long time. What if I want to leave?”



At her words, a spark of anger sliced through them. Nicole could practically see their jaws grinding. She gulped as Eyon reacted. He turned her head towards his, cupped her face in his huge hands and looked into her eyes. Nicole felt flushed and breathless, her heart fluttering in her chest.



Eyon’s eyes were dark and as cold as hardened steel. “Never,” he growled.



Nicole shuddered at the harshness in his tone; it had an edge of near violence that said this was not debatable.



“Do ye care for us, Nicole?” Eyon’s question got Nicole’s undivided attention as her heart pounded loudly in her chest.



They sensed that she did, based on her reaction to them, but they needed to hear it from her lips.



“Do ye care for us, Nicole?”



Eyon asked the question again, a question Nicole couldn’t seem to answer. She felt frozen and she shifted uneasily as she pondered her feelings. The silence lingered on as they waited for her answer. Her mild reeled with things to say, but nothing came forth. She wanted to say ‘Yes, I care for you both, I may even love you,’ but the words remained lodged in her throat.


Hiya lovely readers, I am ever so sorry for the delay with chapter 5, but sometimes life gets in the way. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. A warm appreciation to my editor Angelicsounds for editing this story, you’re a star sweetie.



Chapter 5



*****



Nicole awoke to the feeling of lightly feathered kisses on her shoulders. She held her breath as the lips drifted up the column of her neck, tracing its path with a hot tongue. The feeling was more than she could bear; the tongue had her entire body on fire.



She heard a soft shuffling noise before a pair of muscular arms encircled her. The hands attached to those arms began to caress her firm stomach, only to suddenly capture both her breasts, which fit perfectly in their palms. Then she was pressed against a warm chest.



Nicole stifled a moan as her pulse quickened and her heart raced at an alarming speed. She was completely taken back by her harlot behavior; she was not in the habit of sleeping with strange men, but she couldn’t lie to herself about enjoying their attention.



Truthfully, she was relishing it. Nicole couldn’t stop herself from admiring the men. She had always enjoyed looking at well-toned men. And these two Scottish devils were well-oiled machines, toned and full of sexual stamina, the kind of stamina that left a woman’s muscles sore in all the right places. The men were indeed dangerous, in more ways than she’d imagined. She had never felt such an overwhelming urge to surrender to someone, and two men at that, but it was an urge she dared not give in to.



“Let me feel our pussy. I have thought of nothing else.” The voice was low and husky. She felt a gentle bite on the lobe of her ear.



A thrill ran through her body as her pulse went into instant overdrive. Kieran. The last time she had seen Kieran was when she had attempted to wound him with a dinner plate, and yet, Nicole could feel his presence almost constantly. She was beginning to wonder whether she was going crazy. And wondering why this man haunted her thoughts day and night, like they were actually sharing one soul. It was unnerving to say the least.



Nicole could feel the stiff outline of Kieran’s cock nestled between the softness of her naked ass cheeks. Nicole remained still. He didn’t move either and she wondered, as time stretched, if he had fallen asleep. He moved at last and next thing she knew, she was being lifted off the bed by those large warm arms.



“How dare you! Put me down this instant,” she hissed, trying to pry his hands off her breasts. She tried to sound annoyed, but her voice was too husky, even to her own ears.



Kieran chuckled knowingly, slowly relaxing his hold and sliding one hand down to cup Nicole’s bare mound. “Warm and wet. I think a cock is in order, don’t ye?”



Nicole drew in a sharp breath as she wriggled and squirmed to break free of his tight grip. “Stop that!” she protested, feeling like a hypocrite.



“Stop the bloody fighting woman! It willna do ye any good.” Kieran was holding her tightly as she continued to struggle against him. Squeezing a nipple, he smiled smugly at her moan.



Nicole’s senses were on overload already and they hadn’t done anything. Lord! These men are going to be the death of me, she moaned inwardly, cursing her treacherous body.



“I am not going to stop until you release me.”



“Don’t ye sense the heat between us, Nicole? Don’t ye want to finish what we started?” he whispered before leaning in and gently biting her neck.



“I’d rather die first,” she growled, though she was acutely aware of the masculine chest pressed against her back.



“Sorry to disappoint, but I dinna partake in necrophilia.” He laughed then. It unnerved her and Nicole gritted her teeth in anger.



“Where are you taking me?” she demanded as he walked towards a door and kicked it open. It was the bathroom. It was large, with white marble tile.



“You may go now. I can manage on my own,” she said in a shaky whisper as he placed her feet on the surprisingly warm tile.



“No.”



Nicole gasped a little, like she’d never heard the word. For several moments, she stood staring at him; the expression in his eyes confused her. They were surprisingly gentle, with no evidence of anger. His blue eyes held her brown ones, studying her silent scrutiny.



“Do ye need assistance with yer bath?”



‘Didn’t I already say no?’ she fumed inwardly, as she took a step backward.



Sighing loudly, Nicole dragged her eyes from Kieran’s in an attempt to gain control over her tattered emotions. She had never been so confused in her life. Squaring her shoulders, Nicole walked over, opened the shower door and without so much of a backwards glance to see if he had followed, she stepped in and closed the door behind her.



Feeling somewhat safer, she heaved a deep sigh of relief then turned on the water and adjusted the temperature to a pleasing level of warmth. She sucked in a sharp breath as jets of warm water cascaded down her body, lulling her into a more relaxed mood.



Nicole closed her eyes and sighed in contentment, the water felt so wonderful. As her body descended into utter calmness, she couldn’t resist the sexual feelings that suddenly rushed through her or the pleasurable sigh that erupted from her lips. Image of bodies entwined in various sexual acts clouded her mind. She became embroiled in the dance of debauchery, lathering her body, running her hands all over, her face, shoulders, breasts, arms, and between her thighs.



She as never felt for free before, as sexual. It was amazing. It was as if she were possessed.



Kieran watched Nicole, motionless, as she showered her smooth, firm body. He found himself staring at the way she lathered her hairless mound, unknowingly, or perhaps knowingly, tantalizing him. He closed his eyes and groaned; thinking about either sucking on or pushing into her sweet, wet, tight pussy was driving him mad.



Suddenly, Nicole felt the water shut off and she shivered, but she wasn’t sure if it was because of the cold. She turned and their eyes met, blue devoured brown, his were dark with desire and hers burned bright with uncertainty and confusion.



“Tell me something, my sweets.” The sound of his voice, deep and sensual, rattled her senses and caused juices to flow from her throbbing core. “Do ye torment me on purpose or do ye want to be fucked?”



Her face warmed with embarrassment and she sucked in a deep breath. Of course I do, she moaned inwardly, yet pretended otherwise by sucking her teeth.



“I’m going to kiss ye.”




Her hands came up to press against his naked chest. She gasped as she became instantly aware of his nudity.



“Why?” she asked foolishly, staring down at his erection jutting from its junction.




Kieran didn’t acknowledge her hands or the question, just stared down at her, his lips curled in a lazy smile. He reached for her and lifted her out of the shower. She said nothing as he dried her and then took her arm, leading her back into the bedroom.



There, he held her up with one arm around her middle as he lowered his head. Her legs trembled but she stood with his help. He grinned at her and his pretty blue irises sparkled merrily.



“So fucking sweet,” he whispered and then gently touched his lips to hers.



Nicole had never felt so satisfied in her entire life, with just a mere kiss. But once the afterglow had settled, she swallowed hard before asking the questions that had been on her mind ever since she woke up a week ago in some stranger’s house. “Where am I, really? And why did you bring me here?”



As if she were answering her own questions, her breathing became labored as the memories of what led her to be there flashed through her mind. Nicole lowered her lashes to regain some composure. She was usually good at problem solving, it was part of her job, but this was a challenging problem indeed and one she needed time to sort. She would just have to find a way.



“Do ye think us selfish, Nicole? That we only want ye for our pleasures? Only for a quick fuck?” Kieran’s booming voice jolted her from her thoughts. “Do ye, Nicole?”




When she didn’t respond, a low, irritated growl rumbled through his chest. Nicole’s head snapped up, her eyes widening in alarm.



“Uh, I really don’t know…I–I don’t know,” she answered honestly, but she really wished she could just throw caution to the wind and take what they were offering. But you don’t know them, an inner voice reminded her.



“Well, ye’d be wrong if ye did.” Kieran leaned forward and lightly bit her exposed shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent. He raised his head and his gaze roamed over her face slowly before he lifted her chin with one finger.



“Do ye have any idea how much we both want ye, our light? How we fantasize about just looking at ye spread out on our bed, naked, waiting for us to both fuck ye? Taking ye in ways ye have never imagined possible?”



He watched her squirm under his unwavering gaze. As her breathing became shallow, he could feel his heart begin to speed up in anticipation, lust and desire surging through his blood. He groaned and ground his hips against her, pressing his thick shaft into her belly.



“I — No,” she whispered nervously. Her body was suddenly tense as his sex organ brushed against her stomach, hot and alive, and a frisson of fear and desire curled through her belly.



“Well let me show ye,” he replied as he lifted her and carried her to the bed.



“Kieran, we shouldn’t,” she protested.



But before she could object further, Kieran laid her none too gently on the bed. Nicole barely had time to catch her breath. The only thing she could focus on were his eyes, they were dark, almost black, and so intense. He stared at her with an arrogant smile. Kneeling down on the bed, Kieran began caressing her stomach with both hands and then his hands drifted down and found her clit.



“Ohhhh,” she whimpered.



Feeling the engorged nub, Kieran swiped his thumb across it. At her shiver, he lowered his head and started sniffing; she smelled sweet and intoxicating.



“Kieran, what are you doing?” she croaked, her voice shaking. Was she frightened? She may have presented as afraid, but deep down, there was a part of her that was excited as well.



“Giving ye what ye need,” he said as he began to suckle her clit in earnest.



In spite of herself, Nicole reached down and gripped his head tightly in her hands. She couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt and the more he sucked the wetter she became.



Nicole threw her head back on the bed when he slid one hand up between her legs and found her breast, twisting and pinching the nipple lightly.



“Ohhhh, Kieran!” she moaned and came with almost reckless abandon as he continued to pleasure her.



Kieran growled pleasurably as he lapped up Nicole’s juices. He had dreamt of this many nights. He had longed to taste her, to hear her scream his name as he took her. He knew Eyon must have worn her out, but he wanted her so badly. For now, she would just have to endure.



Lifting his head from between her thighs, he slowly traced a finger around the entrance to her pink opening, teasing it lightly before he stood up. His cock stood out stiff and proud in front of him.



“Do ye want it, Nicole?” he asked, stroking his rampant erection.



Nodding, Nicole immediately sat up. Feeling wanton and bold, she reached out and grabbed it, guiding him to the entrance of her sex. Slowly, while his eyes locked with hers, his pleasure at her actions evident in their depths, he began to push into her.



When Kieran had completely engulfed himself in Nicole’s tight heat, he began to fuck her gently and slowly, dragging out the sweet feeling, but her moans and active participation drove him to madness. Lifting her hips off the bed, he drove into her and almost immediately, her entire body began to buck and shake.



The moment Kieran felt her contract upon him, their eyes locked again and never strayed, as he claimed her.



“Ours,” he grunted possessively, “all ours.” He thrust deep, again and again. As his orgasm shot through him, he could feel his fluid rushing into Nicole, filling her with his warm semen. And for a moment, he felt lifeless as her muscles continued to milk him.



They stayed entwined for several minutes, as the feel of their orgasms faded. Nicole tried to pull away, but Kieran held her tightly, kissing her face and neck lightly as he eased out of her body. He could feel her pussy twitching with little spasms of pleasure. Nicole moaned as her pussy contracted involuntarily.



He grinned knowingly at her, feeling triumphant once again about her sexual desires for them.



“See, my sweets, ye belong to us. We aren’t letting ye go,” he stated with an arrogant confidence that irritated her nerves.



A soft sound escaped her throat as she braced herself on her elbows, directing her attention to him, her eyes blazing. “I do not!” she snapped.



Lifting a brow, he chuckled. “Little liar,” he accused, “Even now…”



Kieran didn’t finish his sentence before he felt a hard slap against his cheek. He pulled back, completely shocked. The silence that followed was deafening. Kieran stared at Nicole as if she were insane, before hastily disguising his disbelief.



Breathing heavily, the sting of the slap taking effect on her palm, Nicole blinked as tears welled behind her lids. Somehow, she managed to hold them in check. “I …” she stuttered.



Before she could start her sentence, she found herself pinned against the bed. Nicole shrieked in fright as Kieran’s strength left her unable to free herself from his grip, she felt like she was being held down by a boulder.



Kieran swore. He was angry, but he wasn’t about to hurt her. He pulled her face towards his and a pair of hard blue eyes studied fearful brown ones. The look in his eyes told her he was far from pleased. Nicole watched with wide eyes as his hand cupped her face. Surprisingly, he was gentle.



“Nicole,” he said in a firm tone, “dinna ever raise yer hands to me again. Do ye understand?” Kieran unclenched his jaw, as his anger slowly subsided.



“Yes,” she croaked. She gazed at his strong jaw; she wanted to touch it. Her hand twitched and when he saw it, his eyes lit up for a second.




* * * *



Behind them, the door opened and closed.



“Lovers’ quarrel?” Eyon asked, as he walked over towards them.



Kieran loosened his hold on Nicole and looked over his shoulder at Eyon. “We had a misunderstanding. It won’t happen again.” Cool, unreadable blue eyes looked back down at her. “Isn’t that so, sweets?”



She nodded, unable to speak.



Pushing his cloak off his shoulder, Eyon dropped it onto a chair near the side of the bed. It spread out like a black wing across the back of the chair. His thick black hair fell over his forehead, giving him a boyish look. ”Hello, my sweets,” he said, his intense green eyes looking down at her.



“What are you doing here?” she asked, her voice shaky.



Eyon grinned. “Ye didn’t expect me to miss this now, did ye?”



“Miss what?” she questioned, even though she had an idea of what he meant.



His grin widened. “Ye’re an intelligent woman, Nicole. What do ye think?”



Nicole’s face heated and her skin tingled with excitement as she breathed in his masculine, earthy scent. She pictured both men rubbing their strong firm hands over her body. Over her breasts and hips, their fingers traveling down towards her heated flesh, stroking her as she…



“Penny for yer thoughts.” A husky voice interrupted her wicked thoughts. Eyon was sitting at her side, giving her a look that she knew so well. Nicole was suddenly shy and the way both men were currently looking at her didn’t help any. She felt trapped, so she quickly sat up and pulled the bedding up to her neck.



Eyon smiled at Nicole. She was still being modest, even after what they had shared. He was intrigued. He reached over and pulled her nearer to him, leaning into her to whisper in her ear, “Miss me?”



His mouth was close to her neck and when he lifted his head and looked at her, Nicole turned her face away and blurted out, “I need to use the bathroom.”



Eyon chuckled softly. “Tell me, sweets, what are ye going to do?”



Nicole was happy he could not see her eyes, as they mirrored her emotions. “Uhhh… The stuff one does in a bathroom,” she replied with a hint of embarrassment.



Eyon laughed again, it sounded deep and guttural. He could smell Nicole’s alluring scent. It perfumed the air, making his gargoyle restless with want. After a moment’s hesitation, he let her go.



“Dinna be too long, Nicole, or we’ll come get ye.”



Nicole was too stunned to reply. She quickly slid off the bed and rushed into the bathroom, securing the latch on the door. Feeling somewhat safer, she relaxed and quickly relieved her bladder.



Nicole took a deep breath as her thoughts naturally turned to the men. If only she was able to resist them. Why do they make me feel so weak? Feeling a slight headache building, she took two painkillers that she found in the bathroom’s medicine cabinet and then had a quick wash.



When Nicole finally emerged from the bathroom, she could feel their eyes on her, just as acutely as she could feel her fluttering heart. She kept her eyes averted and wrapped the belt of the thick robe she had found in the bathroom more tightly around her waist. Nicole had seen men lusting over her before and even had a few fighting over her. Hell, even that stupid cow Devon had his friends watching her to see if she was cheating on him, though it turned out he was the one cheating, the ass wipe! But none of those men could hold a candle to the way these two men made her feel with the intensity of their gazes.



“Remove the robe, Nicole,” ordered Kieran.



“I will not,” she snapped.



“Why do ye still feel the need to be clothed?” Kieran continued, his voice demanding.



She was briefly stunned. “I do not feel that I need to explain this to you. Anyway, I see no reason for me to be walking around unclothed. It’s not practical.”



Kieran seemed to consider her reasoning. “If the situation were different, that would be true. But ye dinna really have a choice in this matter.”



Nicole remained just as she was and stated defiantly, “You both may chose to ignore this, but I am an adult and will do as I please. I do not need permission.”



She saw him almost smile. “Ye refuse to obey then?”



“I refuse to be bullied into undressing, based on your controlling caveman behavior.”

Eyon’s lips tightened as he interjected, “Then perhaps ye’d like us to do it for ye. If ye like it rough, we can oblige. Yer choice.”



That brought Nicole up short. “I don’t know what you’re insinuating,” she swiveled on her feet to head back to the confines of the bathroom.



But the men were expecting such a reaction, they knew Nicole would rather run away than admit her true feelings. Eyon moved so fast Nicole didn’t even see him coming. Before she could cry out, she felt her body being twirled around as he wrapped a corded arm around her small waist and hauled her body to his. His masculine, earthy scent filled her senses as she tried to pull away from him, but she wasn’t strong enough to break his hold. She attempted to slap him, but he caught her wrist in his hand and held it tightly.



“Quit struggling. If ye dinna remain still, I’ll spank yer bottom!” he vowed, his hand hitting its mark. The robe did little to protect her from the sting.

“Pig!” she hissed.



“I dinna want to fight with ye, Nicole,” Eyon growled in her ear. “If we had wanted to hurt ye, we would have done so by now.” He leaned closer to her, his breath brushing against her cheek has he spoke low. “Are ye hungry?”



Her eyes narrowed at his question. “Why?”



He took his time answering. “More mid-morning delight,” he finally whispered before capturing her lips with his.

* * * *



Nicole’s hands pushed against Eyon’s chest as she fought to get free. Bastard, she fumed.



She didn’t want to feel his warm lips on hers. So kept her lips sealed. But he had other ideas. His fingers moved, slowly caressing the side of her breast in a way that sent a jolt of awareness through her body. At her gasp, he slid his tongue inside of her mouth and she opened liked a petal.



Although Nicole’s body screamed at her to surrender, she stood quite still during Eyon’s ravishment of her mouth. She wouldn’t let them dictate to her what they thought was best. She wouldn’t let them do this to her, this was not the Victorian era. Breaking the kiss, and what a kiss it was, Nicole took a deep breath before saying, “I don’t know what planet you guys are from, but this is Earth. We have laws against forcing people.”



Green eyes widened, perplexed. Good, she thought, it’s about time.



“Do ye really think we care? Ye can continue fighting; it matters not,” Eyon declared.



“Animals,” she spat. Nicole wasn’t prone to fits, but these men and the whole situation had utterly shoved her over the edge.



His hold tightened and Nicole resisted a wince, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. “Tread very carefully, Nicole.” His green eyes sparkled dangerously.



“Whatever,” she replied coolly and with a hard shove at his chest, she made enough space between them to move away from him.



As Eyon abruptly released her, she took a step back and fought hard not to grin at gaining one over on him. Despite her words, Nicole shuddered at the fury evident on Eyon’s features, dark and foreboding.



“It would seem like our mate is adept at being untruthful,” Kieran said sardonically.



Nicole swung her gaze away from Eyon to him. He was lying casually on the bed, now wearing black track bottoms, his long, lean legs stretched out.



Christ, it should be a sin to look so hot. Blonde locks fell askew in disarray, yet the man managed to look like he’d just stepped out of a magazine.



Nicole bristled at his mocking smile. Seething with anger and humiliation, she squared her shoulders and mustered up as much courage as she could.



“Who are you to call me a liar? You wouldn’t know the truth if it bit you in the ass,” she spat out, her voice dripping with venom.



So what if they sensed her need for them, didn’t the word ‘no’ mean anything? She guessed not. She decided to continue to resist. They hadn’t even considered how they had disrupted her life, the selfish bastards.



A tense silence ensued. Kieran chuckled, but it lacked humor. Their mate was, after all, a human. They knew human women lacked discipline. Nicole seemed to believe that using her acid tongue would deter them, but her resistance had only fueled their desire for her. They had started wondering what fully possessing her would be like. It was a welcoming thought, so they continued the verbal sparing.



“Since ye are obviously new to all this, Eyon and I are inclined to be lenient. Nevertheless, my sweets, this is the last time ye’ll defy us on this matter,” Kieran spoke coolly, the laughter gone.



Nicole snorted. Who the hell do they think they are?



She didn’t hear him, hadn’t even sensed his movement, but suddenly Eyon’s fingers closed around her wrist as Kieran got up off the bed. Nicole stiffened and glared at Kieran as he walked casually over to them.



“Stay away from me!”



She felt Eyon’s hold loosen on her arm and finally he stood back. Nicole yanked her wrist free only for Kieran to take a more forceful grip on her hand. The mocking smile was back on his lips. “Today, Nicole, ye’ll be fully taken as ours.”



Nicole felt the jolt in her pussy. This was unreal, how could she still feel so sexually aroused? Why did her body long for this, for these men to possess her? Something was wrong, it wasn’t natural. It was as if she wanted completion, a complete domination of her body and soul.



There was just one thing. She was afraid.



Kieran looked down at the offending garment Nicole wore. His fingers itched to tear it off. Dinna worry, sweets. I’m going to fix that very soon.



Nicole ground her teeth together to fight off the anger and sexual desire that were boiling in her blood, as she struggled against his hold.



“I think we have delayed this long enough,” Eyon interrupted impatiently. He leaned toward her and spoke softly into her ear. “Let me explain it to ye, Nicole. Ye belong to us. We dinna want to fight with ye, but if ye continue to defy us, ye’ll regret it.”



Again, Nicole felt shivers of alarm at his words. What could be worse than what she was enduring?




He spoke to Kieran in rapid Gaelic and Nicole watched in stunned disbelief as the robe was ripped off her body like it was made of flimsy material, exposing her to two gleaming pairs of eyes. It left her stark naked and the men seemingly transfixed, as if they were seeing her naked for the first time, staring at her body in awe.



“We can’t,” she moaned, looking down at her feet, embarrassed, “Not again.”



“That’s where ye are wrong, my sweets. Yer body will always want us,” Kieran groaned huskily as he reached down and cupped a breast.



She moaned and closed her eyes as he began kneading the firm flesh and Eyon, not to be denied, start to paint a trail along her collarbone with his tongue.



Nicole opened her eyes to watch as Kieran’s lips descended to her other exposed breast, and moaned aloud when they clamped over her aching nipple. She stiffened as their hands began to explore her body.



“I know ye’re aching for us, Nicole. Stop fighting it,” Eyon stated in a deep, erotic whisper.



She was deposited unceremoniously on to the centre of the bed. Nicole didn’t even remember when they had started moving, let alone how they had reached the bed. She blinked in confusion at Kieran and then at Eyon. They both stood like statues on either side of her, eyeing her speculatively. She heard Eyon saying something to Kieran in their native tongue.



Eyon looked at Nicole’s naked body in both awe and delight. “She is such a little wildcat in bed and has so much passion behind that cool facade and flippant tongue. She is going to be such a pleasure to tame.” He smiled anticipating the moments to come.



“Aye, even though she sought to fight us every step of the way, I know she wants us. I, too, can’t wait for her taming to fully begin. God’s teeth…the woman drives me to pure madness. With a delectable little puss like that, I am not surprised,” Kieran said, as he remembered Nicole’s taste.



Nicole watched with wide eyes as the two men slowly undressed while staring at her. She swallowed a lump of fear at the hungry looks in their eyes; it was as if they wanted to devour her. Her attention went to the lower part of their bodies. How the hell would she accommodate two? She could just barely manage one. Nicole looked from Eyon to Kieran and back again. She bit her plump lower lip with indecision.



“Nicole, we will never hurt ye. And we’ll fit. Ye won’t regret it, sweets,” Kieran promised as he came closer, recognizing the fear on her face.



Eyon remained silent; he was too aroused to say anything. He edged closer to Nicole. Then their hands fell on her body, rubbing her shoulders and squeezing her breasts, rolling and teasing her chocolate nipples until they grew rock-hard. Nicole found herself quivering and throbbing, their every touch sending unbearable jolts of arousal through her weakening body.



Nicole wanted so much to resist, but it was becoming harder and harder. Hands were everywhere; no part of her body was left untouched. Kieran slid a large hand up her thigh and strong, calloused fingers found her wet, swollen flesh. He used his middle finger to gently rub her clit, circling it, pinching it, until Nicole rocked her hips and moaned.



Kieran’s blue eyes grew darker as he looked at her. The knowing smile that had been there before grew serious. “Look at me, Nicole,” he said, his voice was gentle, yet firm.



She forced her eyes open. He gazed into them for a moment, and then his eyes took on a possessiveness that had her transfixed. “We will not tolerate yer defiance, Nicole. Ye are Mistress here now, even more so after our combined mating. However, what seems to have slipped yer mind more times than not is that we are the masters of yer body and mind,” Kieran growled as thick fingers slammed into her pussy.



She cried out, her body shaking. He gave her a knowing chuckle and thrust deeper. “God, Nicole, why do ye think to deny us what’s rightfully ours?” he demanded, leaning over to bite the side of her neck.



“Ye are ours, Nicole,” Kieran’s deep masculine voice whispered in her ear, his warm breath tickling her earlobe. Anticipation of what was to come flashed through her.



“Yes.” She sounded surprised by her own acknowledgment.



Eyon leaned over and pressed his lips against Nicole’s opened ones. His tongue pushed forward, exploring her mouth, lazily massaging and tasting. Nicole moaned against his lips, abandoning herself to their attentions, their passions, and their sheer possessiveness. She took his hand and moved it down to the wetness between her thighs, to join Kieran’s thrusting digits. He growled in mock outrage and kissed her harder.



“Yes,” she whispered as his fingers found her clit. She loved it. But she loved it even more when Kieran lowered his head to her breast and began biting and sucking her firm nipples.



Suddenly, Eyon broke the kiss to allow Kieran to position her to his liking. As they moved, Eyon quickly captured her lips again in a heated and hungry kiss, before sitting back and watching as Kieran slipped his slick fingers from inside of her and then sucked them one by one.



“I enjoyed that most thoroughly, sweetness. Ye look so beautiful in the throes of passion,” Kieran murmured.



“Aye, beautiful indeed…Take her,” Eyon whispered, “I want to hear her screams.”



Nicole watched as Kieran hooked his arms under her knees and slid her to the edge of the mattress. Open and exposed to his gaze, she turned her head in embarrassment.



“Look at me, Nicole,” Kieran commanded. She obeyed.



“How beautiful ye are!” He gazed at her for a long moment before she allowed her hips to arch up to meet him.



And, for the second time that morning, Nicole screamed as Kieran’s massive erection speared into her wet, sex-slicked, and more than willing womanhood. She met his lunges with a force of her own as he began to take her with long, fast strokes.



“Oh God,” she whispered in a husky voice, wrapping her legs around his hips, “This feels so good.” Nicole grabbed the hands that held her hips in a tight grip.



Kieran growled and increased the depth and tempo of his thrusts until his whimpering mate trembled on the verge of climax. He watched her come until she was quivering with exhaustion. Nicole moaned with unfulfilled passion. Her body continued to pulse with Kieran’s shaft anchored deep within her, unmoving, but still firm and unspent.



Eyon leaned against the headboard and stroked his cock as he watched, never taking his eyes off of Kieran fucking their mate. The beauty of Nicole reaching her climax was a magnificent sight to him.



Nicole, still in the throes of desire turned to him, panting hard, eyes dark with lust. “Eyon, I need you. Please,” she whimpered as her pussy continued to spasm around Kieran’s shaft.



Eyon moved, displaying his obvious satisfaction that Nicole had voiced her needs. He was pleased that she was accepting her fate, accepting that she was theirs.



“Roll her onto her side,” he growled impatiently at Kieran.



Before her body or mind could recover, Kieran slowly pulled out of her suctioning core and placed her in the centre of the bed. Then he rolled her towards Eyon.



* * * *



Nicole found herself pleasantly sandwiched between two hard bodies. She knew what was going to happen. She felt her nipples tighten even more when their erect members touched her heated flesh. Kieran’s erection prodded her from behind, while Eyon’s rubbed against her stomach.



“God, I can’t wait to be inside ye. I want this so bad,” Eyon murmured.



Nicole shuddered as she suddenly felt hands running along the cleft of her bottom. Her eyes flew open. “I’m afraid,” she spoke aloud, finally acknowledging her fears. She knew she sounded helpless and pathetic, but she couldn’t help it.



Physical desire, along with a desire to protect, overwhelmed both men at Nicole’s confession. They enfolded her smaller form in their arms. Eyon reached out and cupped her face. “We understand. Ye have nothing to fear, sweets. We want ye to know us in every way. I want ye to tell us if it hurts too much. Okay, sweets? We’ll stop if ye want us to.”



Eyon stared into her eyes and then his lips brushed hers in the gentlest, most delicate of touches. Soft though it was, the kiss conjured strange, almost electric, tingles in her skin and sent a rush of heat sizzling along her nerve endings. Several times, he slid his mouth across hers, the softness of his lips nuzzling gently.



Meanwhile, Kieran was kissing her neck and shoulders, his hands moving all over her body. All the while, he whispered in her ear about how they wanted and needed her. “Ye’ll enjoy it, Nicole,” he said, biting her earlobe.



“Okay,” she groaned and then opened her lips to give Eyon free access to her mouth.



Oh, God. Am I going to regret this? Two men! Should I? Shouldn’t I? Maybe just this one time… I did agree, didn’t I? No turning back. Nicole couldn’t believe she could become so aroused again after the vigorous attention her body had been receiving from the men. By rights, she should have been bone tired.



For the men, it had been a revelation to hear that one word. She trusted them, wanted them. The sure knowledge that they would finally take her together made their balls tighten in anticipation. They could almost visualize it, a cock sliding into her from behind as the other took her from the front. Their dicks twitched and ached with anticipation.



The rich aroma of her musk filled the air, mixed with the sweet scent of vanilla. It was intoxicating. Eyon continued to kiss her deeply and very, very slowly, gripping her face to hold her more firmly against his lips. Her mouth was a wet, open flower that surrendered to his tongue. He felt her shiver. Her hips were pressed to his own by the force of Kieran’s hand as it kneaded her plump bottom. Eyon smiled at Nicole’s trembling as Kieran thrust his fingers into her and began fucking her from behind.



Nicole gasped and quivered helplessly when she felt the digits enter her core. She whimpered with need as Kieran sped up his pace. Her hips bucked against his hand, begging for more.



Eyon reached out and captured a breast, squeezing the firm, round globe, as her lips parted on a soft sigh. He grinned wider when Kieran’s finger plunged harder into her sopping core. Eyon watched Nicole’s face and knew she was near.



Not yet, he thought. They intended to take things slowly. They had all night and he was going to use as much of it as he could.



Between Eyon’s hands on her breasts and Kieran’s fingers inside her, Nicole was incapable of thought. It was mind shattering. Could someone die of too much pleasure? What a way to go. Nicole moaned in regret as she felt Kieran’s fingers suddenly leave her. She whimpered, her hips moving backward, desperate for him to put them back.



“Be patient, Nicole.”



The sound of Eyon’s voice sent a sweet thrill through her.



Eyon looked to Kieran. He knew Kieran’s face mirrored the dazed look was on his own. Neither could speak, only nodding when they were ready.



“Relax, baby,” whispered Kieran, caressing her bottom.



Nicole heard Kieran say something to Eyon, though she knew not what, since it was in their native tongue. A few seconds later, she heard the distinctive sound of a tube opening. She gasped when a cold liquid suddenly hit her skin as Kieran liberally coated her anus with the lubricant.



“I know it’s cold. Sorry, sweets, but we have to make ye nice and ready,” he whispered before he began to slowly caress her puckered opening.



Nicole gasped and spread her legs wide. “P–please don’t. Oh…”



“Ye’re so going to love this,” Kieran purred, “Open yer legs wider for me.”



Nicole obeyed. Eyon’s fingers nudged her thighs even further apart, seeking out her wet core, and finding the entrance, he thrust forward. Nicole accepted the invasion, groaning as Eyon’s palm hit her clit. Then Kieran thrust a finger inside her anus and she cried out in both shock and pleasure.



Eyon quickly captured her cries with his lips as he used his other hand to caress her hair, her cheeks, soothing her. Nicole moaned and pushed back against Kieran. Eyon continued to distract her, allowing Kieran to take his time to do what he wanted. She sucked Eyon’s tongue as he gladly took what she offered, mapping her mouth with the muscle. He sucked lightly on the pink tip of her tongue, doing his best to give her as much pleasure as he could.



Kieran, sensing that she was more relaxed, removed his fingers, and before Nicole could even feel the loss, the head of his shaft prodded against her anus. She gasped as the bulbous head pushed inside. Blindly reaching out in front of her, she grabbed onto Eyon’s arms.



“That’s it, baby,” whispered Kieran, caressing her bottom as Eyon continued to kiss her. Eyon broke the kiss as Kieran spread her ass cheeks and began to thrust and thrust. She felt a finger flick her clit and she came instantly.



“Oh God.” She bucked forward and then back. Both men held her as she began to shake, howling and mewing like a dog in heat. The men shuddered at the sensation.



“Are ye okay, Nicole?” Eyon asked, looking at her teary eyes.



She had never experienced anything so pleasurable in all her life and was too dazed to even answer. Her chest heaved, trying to find enough air to stay conscious. She was that near to passing out.



“Are ye too tired to continue?” Kieran asked.



Unsure how to respond, Nicole closed her eyes and started chewing her bottom lip in earnest.



Eyon watched a visibly shaken Nicole absorb Kieran’s words. Softly, he added, “There is no rush, Nicole. Just relax and let us do the work.” Eyon paused and waited until she looked at him. “We have ye. Just let it happen.”



Opening her legs wider, Eyon slid his shaft inside her as far as he could manage. Nicole gasped at the sudden invasion. This was all new to her. She had never done anything like that before, plus, she’d never been with any man as well endowed as they were. Their sizes and, lord, the way they used them, were simply out of this world.



They felt Nicole stiffen. Kieran gently began running his tongue up and down her neck as he held her tight. Eyon re-captured her lips and began nibbling and sucking the bottom one.



“Christ’s teeth, Nicole ye are so fucking tight,” Kieran hissed, as if in pain, withdrawing his shaft halfway out her back passage.



“Oh Lord,” she cried out as Eyon’s mouth left her lips and found her nipples.



Eyon groaned in pure pleasure when the hot, tight sheath of her core slowly swallowed his cock. Eyon lifted his head from her breast just long enough to explain. “After we take ye, Nicole, ye will treasure the fluids filling yer body. No other man will ever dare touch ye. Yer only thoughts will be of us and of being with us. Yer body will ache and burn with the need for our cocks to fill it.” He ended with a possessive and demanding kiss.



Both men moaned at the unbelievable tightness they were experiencing, her orifices held them like a vice. After they had allowed her enough time to adjust to their combined sizes, Kieran, who had withdrawn his shaft slightly so Eyon could fully enter her, grabbed her hips and pulled her along his length.

“Impale yerself on me, sweets.” He groaned as she acquiesced. The men inhaled sharply, the scent of her juices had reached them. It was stronger than before, making them even hotter. “Give us yer hot, tight, and sweet little body. All of it.”



Then they began a synchronized dance, moving in unison, retreating and filling her again and again. Eyon ground into her core and Kieran was just as relentless.



“This is good ass,” Kieran murmured, biting and sucking her neck as he pounded into her.



Helpless under their onslaught, Nicole moaned in reckless abandonment. She grabbed hold of the Eyon’s head, causing him to slowly leave her breast and look into her passion-filled eyes.



“God, ye are beautiful. How we adore ye and everything about ye. Yer body is so wet, so tight, and all ours.” His hands gripped her hips then, increasing the pace of their thrusts.



Nicole screamed in her mindless passion. “Oh please, harder- Please,” she pleaded, thrusting her hips backward, enjoying the sensation of two cocks. She heard a grunt of approval and smiled.



“Do ye want to come again, Nicole? Do ye?” Kieran demanded, biting her neck.



How could she resist such an inviting question? “Yes!” she yelled as her fingers dug into Eyon’s shoulders.



She felt Kieran grip her hips tighter, holding her to him as he thrust into her again and again. She fought the impending climax, wanting to savor it, but the men’s sensual words and Eyon’s hands caressing her ass and back, weakened her resolve. She wriggled her bottom, trying to force Kieran to move faster, as an overwhelming need took over.



“Shit. Don’t move, sweetness,” Kieran panted, trying to hold her hips still, but to no avail. “Christ’s teeth. Shit. Fuck it.” He withdrew and slammed back in.



Nicole couldn’t stop the fire. “I am coming!” she screamed.



“Good. Dinna fight it,” said Eyon. “There’s more where that came from.”



It erupted like an earthquake. Her stomach heated and tightened as she coated Eyon’s cock with her hot juices and her ass clamped down on Kieran’s cock. She felt Kieran shudder violently behind her and regretted that she couldn’t see his face.



Eyon groaned and Kieran gasped as Nicole’s inner muscles worked their shafts. And with a rhythm born of long practice, they continued work her as one. “No more,” she cried, as the two pushed her into a state of sexual frenzy.



“Yes.” Both were unrelenting in their quest. Nicole’s head rolled from side to side in time with her moans as the sensations built again.



“Christ’s blood! Shit!” the men shouted together.



As they thrust into her to the hilt one last time, their bodies rigid, jaws clenched, as they emptied their balls into her tight holes. The spurt of their semen into her body triggered a second orgasm. It seemed endless, her muscles clenching as their warm heat flowed through her. She screamed their names as her vision began to blur. She stared into Eyon’s fathomless eyes, now dark with passion, as the darkness closed in quickly. She slipped into unconsciousness.



They continued to leisurely pump into her, savoring the feeling of her clenching ass and pussy.



* * * *



“Isn’t she a beauty?” Eyon ran his index finger along the swell of her hip. Kieran silently agreed, as he also trailed a finger over the soft, but firm, flesh. A needy moan came from Nicole’s throat.



“What happened?” Nicole asked as she slowly opened her eyes and looked into Eyon’s green ones.



“Ye were a bit over-stimulated,” Kieran answered with a grin, stroking her from behind.



“Yer body is still hungry for us, baby,” Eyon whispered as he glanced over at Kieran.



Kieran chuckled. “Wait until ye’re inside her ass. It’s so tight and hot inside. I could feel the blood rushing from my shaft to my head.”



Eyon moaned in reply, the thought sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his body. Shit, no wonder Kieran had looked so dazed and out of his fucking mind. He ran his hands lightly over her buttocks and Nicole responded by opening her legs for him with a soft moan. It was an obvious sound of desire and his cock twitched.



Plunging one hand between her thighs, Eyon stroked Nicole’s wet flesh, his fingers teasing the hard nub between her puffy labia. Dazed by this unexpected continuation of their earlier encounter, Nicole could feel her juices begin to flow freely. Her hips strained to meet his hand and he indulgently thrust his fingers into her slippery entrance.



A finger lightly trailing along the back of her knee tickled her, while lips kissed and sucked her shoulder. She knew that Kieran was working his way upward. Eyon, meanwhile, had his hot tongue on her neck, almost tickling the skin at the base of her skull, and causing shivers to ripple outward through her body. Eyon and Kieran were both working the heated flesh between her thighs and their strokes pushed her higher. Abruptly, they stopped and she was rolled over onto her back.



A groan from deep inside her body escaped Nicole’s lips as Eyon continued to thrust into her blazing inner flesh. She felt lifeless and confused by her body’s reaction to their touch. Despite feeling spent, she nevertheless shrieked as a violent orgasm swept through her.



Breathing unevenly, Nicole slowly opened her eyes a tiny bit and watched the two men. Nicole had only had sex with two other men in her whole life and neither had ever given her such pleasure. These two, Lord… The one thing she could say was that, in bed, they were definitely compatible, but there was more to a relationship than sex. Relationship? Was that what she wanted?



Minutes later, each propped on one elbow, Eyon and Kieran watched their mate. Both men felt as if they could have stayed in their current position in perfect bliss for the next hour. Nicole was curled up in a ball, under the covers, tendrils of her hair stuck to her slightly damp forehead. Despite that, she looked so cute with her long, delicate eyelashes fluttering against her smooth skin. She looked angelic, innocent and nothing could be further from the truth.



Eyon reached out and stroked the damp hair back from her forehead. It was more of an excuse to touch her than anything. He cupped her cheek and brushed his thumb lightly over her skin. “Ye okay? What are ye thinking?”



“That this is all so strange,” Nicole replied, a sad look entering her eyes, “but it seems right. I think.”



He raised an eyebrow at her. “No regrets then?”



“No…” Her eyes were downcast as she looked away and the men couldn’t be sure of what she was thinking.



Silence filled the room as the their eyes locked onto Nicole. Eyon took in the lovely contours of her delicate features while Kieran once again reminisced about the taste of her sweet juices. They both couldn’t help but think about how lovely she was and they couldn’t tear their eyes away from her.



There was a knock.



“Enter!” Eyon bellowed.



Nicole stiffened and burrowed beneath the bedding as the door silently opened. She blushed as her eyes met the timidly smiling face of Alana, who bowed and murmured apologies as she came into the room. In her hands, she bore a tray laden with food and various types of delicacies.



“Good morning, my Lairds, my lady,” Alana greeted them.



“Place the tray over there, Alana.” Eyon nodded towards an empty table.



“Yes, Laird Eyon.”



“I will be preparing your favorite for dinner, Mistress,” stated Alana as she placed the tray on top of the table. She turned and smiled affectionately at Nicole, who smiled back with the same warmth.



“I’ll be back for the tray later, my lady,” Alana said and then scurried off to start preparing dinner.



A few moments passed before Nicole felt the mattress shift beneath her as the men moved off the bed to put some clothing on, but not before kissing her firmly on the lips, one after the other.



“Come and eat before it gets cold,” Eyon commanded gently.



“Okay,” Nicole replied. Hurrying from the bed, she rushed to the bathroom, where she did a quick tidying up. As she opened the door to exit, Nicole was met by Eyon, who scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the table.



“Thank you.” She turned and met his smiling eyes.



Nicole was sat comfortably, eating the food Alana had brought just minutes ago, thinking about the men and what she had seen…again. If only there was some way to find out who or what they were. It wasn’t fair. She almost wished that she hadn’t seen it, so she wouldn’t have had her inquisitive desires awakened with no way to release them. Still, she could ask.



Sighing, Nicole snuggled into the blanket and enjoyed the taste of homemade croissant, soft and succulent on the palate. She could still recall Eyon’s eyes, how they had darkened in passion when he had entered her and kissed her and…shit, this wasn’t the time to think about that.



Curse them for being the hottest hunk of Scottish masculinity she’d ever laid eyes on. And, bloody hell, that sure turned her on in a wickedly hot way. Though she’d rather give them her acid tongue before admitting it to either of them, even if they could probably tell by just looking at her. She just needed to keep her wits.



Eyon and Kieran watched Nicole silently as she ate, noting the way she glanced at them when she thought they weren’t aware. They couldn’t help but smile at their memories of how she had felt in their arms as they took her. They were not surprised that she had responded so well. But, despite that, they needed to be one step ahead when it came to their feisty mate.



Nicole had proved to be an apt challenge, an exciting addition to their lives, and a welcome change from the typical activities of their life. She was a beauty, no doubt about that, and she would take some taming, of that they were sure. But they were as sure of their own desires as they were of their enchanting mate’s and they required total submission from her.



Her eyes were closed, as if she was in a world of her own, but they knew better.



“Nicole!”




She jerked, jarred from her confused thoughts. The firm sounding tone in Kieran’s voice concerned her, as if he understood what was taking place in her mind.



“What are ye thinking?”



She pushed the now empty plate away and folded her hands in her lap. “Do I have to share my thoughts also?” she asked calmly, “I am thinking of nothing, if you must know.”



Nicole saw his smile and felt his amusement. “Ye are lying again.” His voice was gruff. “Do ye have a problem with being honest?”



Nicole shrugged. “I do not. Not that it matters to you two anyway.”



She watched as Eyon eased off the bed, walking over to stand by the window and look out. He turned and stared at her for a moment.



“Nicole, we understand that this is all new to ye, but we have no patience for insolence. The sooner ye accept this, the better it will be,” Eyon stated coolly.



Nicole returned his stare, trying not to show her inner fears. “Better for whom?” she shouted, ending the short truce between the three of them. “Bloody cheek.”



Kieran approached her and leaned forward, his eyes dark with anger. “Ye like playing with fire, Nicole,” he stated, “but will ye enjoy the burn?” He reached out and pulled her from the chair.



“Let me be,” she hissed as he pulled her towards him. He closed his eyes, enjoying her feeble struggles. He wasn’t deterred. Kieran MacThomas had never been bested by a man and certainly never a female. His mate would not be the first. He found Nicole delectable in her current state of anger and he had a ready cure for that fire. The result would be their ultimate satisfaction. There was a granite shaft between his thighs that he could use to douse her flame.



“If ye think ye’ll best us, Nicole, ye are more addled than I thought,” he declared, laughing. Kieran was amused. “Have we ever told ye how lovely ye look when angry, sweets?” He grinned as he carried her towards the bed.



Feeling defeated, Nicole stopped her struggles and sighed. “Look, you’re both handsome and all that. I am sure you both can find somebody willing.” A brief look of guilt crossed her face.



“Ye have something against handsome men?” Eyon chuckled as he turned from the window. He still wore his smile as he walked across the room and sat beside her on the bed.



“What does it matter? I am but a prisoner. Who cares what I think?” she replied softly, refusing to allow their amused looks to make her feel even more stupid than she did already.



The humor left Eyon’s face to be replaced with the quiet watchfulness that was always there whenever she caught him looking her way. He held her eyes for a moment longer before dropping his head as he answered, “Tell me, Nicole, do ye want us to care?”



She had no reply, but then he was speaking again. “I suggest ye get some rest. Ye’re going to need it.”



His suggestive remark wasn’t lost on her, but she still remained quiet. Nicole lowered her lashes; she refused to look at them, knowing her face was a mixture of arousal, embarrassment and anger.



Nicole didn’t know they could smell her arousal, smell the juices flowing. She didn’t see the satisfied smiles that spread across their faces. For several long moments, she didn’t move, and with their hard bodies sandwiching her, she could barely breathe. The silence was making her nervous.



Nicole stiffened when Eyon’s hand touched her thigh. She jerked and slapped his hand away. She heard his sharp intake of breath at the same moment. His jaw was set, so firmly clenched she could see the strain in his face. She quickly looked away.



“Nicole.” She didn’t turn toward him.



He sighed. “Look at me.”



With seeming reluctance, Nicole turned her head to face him again. “What?” she whispered.



He leaned down and took her mouth with a sweetly gentle, but passionate kiss. He slid his tongue softly over her lips, seeking permission to enter. When she opened up to him, he groaned, sliding his tongue into the moist recesses of her mouth. Eyon sucked and nibbled her lips as he gathered her close, until she was perched on his lap. He slowly disengaged his mouth from hers and then gazed into her eyes.



“Ye have no idea what ye do to us, do ye, baby? Why do ye continue to fight us? Ye belong to us.”



“You’ve both been misinformed,” she stated.



“Misinformed?” Kieran repeated as he reached over, taking her from his cousin’s lap so he could feel her in his arms again.



She closed her eyes and shivered. Nicole could feel the hard bulge of his erection against her backside. She pulled away from him so she could gulp in some much needed air.



“I can’t deny the attraction I feel for you both, but this obsessive madness needs to stop.”



Kieran didn’t answer right away; instead he just stared at her. Nicole gave him an irritated look until he finally spoke. “It isn’t an obsession to want to be ye,” he drawled seductively, with an arrogant look on his face.



Stop looking so smug! You’ve lost, and you know it. She so wanted to get up and slap that damn look off his face, but she didn’t dare. “Of course you’d say that. I suppose that’s why I am being detained like a prisoner.”



Kieran continued to stare at her, his face impassive, not giving a clue to the emotions churning inside him. “No arguing with ye there, sweets. I can see that. Stubborn as hell, ye are.” He reached up and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.



Her pulse went on instant overdrive as her pussy contracted on its own. She shivered. Lord, what are these men doing to me?



“I am not stubborn. I…I am not a mule,” she answered, finally getting some semblance of control over her raging emotions.



Kieran sighed. “Do ye fear us, Nicole?”

She wanted to ignore his question, but honesty prevailed. “Well, a little bit.”



She didn’t want to be so obvious with her feelings, but Lord, were they making it ever so hard, which increased her unease.




“It’s natural, but ye have no need to fear us,” he replied.



“Aye,” Eyon agreed. He didn’t want Nicole to fear them. They wanted her to be happy and remain where she belonged, in their arms.



Nicole snorted and lifted a trembling hand to brush away another stray lock of hair from her forehead. Of course they would say that, how the hell could they understand how she felt? Turning to Eyon, she said, “Then why are you both treating me like this? Like I have no say in the matter?”



A slow smile crossed his face. “I know it may seem like a lot to take in, but I know ye feel the strong bond between the three of us.”



Their feelings for her were intense and they couldn’t exactly blame her for feeling unsure, but they had to convince her to give this relationship a chance. Besides, it wasn’t like they were going to take no for an answer, she was too important to them.



She hesitated a moment and took a breath. “Yes. Oh- I-I don’t know. I guess,” she answered. What was the sense in lying? Eyon would only prolong the discussion.



The men exchanged glances before nodding in understanding. There was hope. They looked down at their mate, taking in every detail of her lovely face, from her pouting lips to her large brown eyes that held shadows of doubt now that the conversation had taken on a different course.



Eyon reached out and gently traced a finger over the curve of her exposed shoulder, resisting the urge to push her down on the bed and plunder her sweetness. “There are things that we cannot tell ye, at least not yet. And we require nothing of ye that we cannot give in return. But, what I would ask from ye…when we do tell ye what ye seek to know, please view it with an open mind,” he said as he began gently massaging her shoulder with his fingers.



Nicole’s eyes were as wide as saucers. “Keep an open mind?”



Something told her these men were keeping secrets, secrets she intended to find out. She sucked her teeth. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the annoyance in their expressions, but ignored it. She could rile them whenever she wanted. It was empowering…and funny. Then she sobered. “You know what the saddest part is? Neither of you have even asked me what I want.”



“Nicole.”



“That’s my name,” she replied sarcastically, not bothering to look up at Eyon.



“Look at me, baby.”



She hesitated briefly and then turned her head to look over at him. Nicole trembled as those green eyes studied her. “That couldn’t be helped. So let’s move on. An open mind, can ye do that?”



What the hell? Just like that, no thoughts spared for her feelings. Nicole took an inward breath for courage. Sure, they were large and intimidating, but they did say they would never harm her. Her heart was in her throat, but the adrenaline allowed her to feel courageous and in command. Squaring her shoulders, an action that made the men chuckle, Nicole eyed them stonily.



“I saw Kieran’s eyes that night and yours earlier. Was I seeing things?” she blurted instead. What happened to courage?



It was apparent by the look in his eyes that Eyon was surprised by her question. What? Did he think she had forgotten? She wasn’t about to let him back out of answering the question that had been plaguing her thoughts for days now. Nicole thrust her chin out, giving her the appearance of a defiant teenager.



His expression became unreadable. “No, ye weren’t.”



Eyon wasn’t sure if saying more would upset her, and the last thing he wanted to do was make her afraid.



“I knew it!” she yelled. Pushing away from Kieran, she jumped up off the bed.



“I knew I wasn’t crazy,” she exclaimed, slowly backing towards the door.



Kieran and Eyon had watched in disbelief when Nicole had jumped up. They didn’t bother trying to stop her because she had a right to be alarmed. They just hoped it was temporary. They were both willing to do what was necessary to see that Nicole remained with them.



“What ye saw that night, and today, was not a result of ye being drunk. Our eyes do in fact change colors, Nicole,” Eyon explained as he turned away from her,

“They usually change based on our emotions at the time, although we can change them at will.”



Nicole shut her eyes, as though she was to block out his words. “What’s wrong with you? Are you both ill?” she asked, panicking.



“No, Nicole, we’re not ill. We were born this way.”



Nicole didn’t know what to say. What kind of person had eyes that glowed red and then turned black? She stood rigid, in a state of confusion and looked towards the door. The only escape route.



“Do not fear us,” Kieran pleaded, all arrogance gone as he observed the conflicting array of emotions flickering over her face.



Her head snapped towards him and she pinned him with an icy stare. Kieran held out his hand and let it immediately fall to his side as Nicole backed away further from them.



“I demand a phone call,” she declared.



Kieran’s brain screamed in frustration and judging by the look on Eyon’s face, he fared no better. Nicole was pretty angry. They watched her as she stood there, spoiling for a fight. Sure they could force her to comply, but fucking her senseless would only serve as a temporary respite.



Eyon’s voice broke the silence. “Nicole, I know ye dinna trust us right now, but just give us a chance to explain. We know it’s a lot to take in, but we can make it better.”



She so wanted to believe them. They were looking so handsome, staring at her with concern and worry, spilling their feelings. Damn, they were making it hard. She quickly looked away to collect her tattered thoughts. She took a breath, trying to steady her pounding heart. “Well, explain then. What is it?”



“Our eyes can change color.”



The response made no sense, Eyon knew that, but he wasn’t about to elaborate. Little did he know, Nicole wasn’t about to be satisfied with that. She looked exasperated. Kieran smiled at Nicole’s expression, if the situation wasn’t so serious, he would have laughed.



“You don’t say?” she whispered sarcastically, her gaze never leaving Eyon’s.



“Damn,” Kieran growled, “Come here to us, Nicole.”



Kieran decided to change the course of the discussion. It was not a good time to get into it. If it took fucking her to keep her quiet, well so be it.



“Why?” She watched him through hooded eyes. He looked so manly and sexy. Do not give in, she told herself.



“I will come to ye then.” Kieran rose from the bed and began walking towards her.



“This is crazy.”



“No, Nicole, it’s not.”



She didn’t bother to move or say anything as strong arms surrounded her waist and lifted her off the floor. She sighed in defeat and wrapped her arms around his neck as he walked them back towards the bed. She looked over at Eyon. Although he hadn’t moved from his position, sitting on the edge of the bed, she had a strong sense of connection with him, as if he was caressing her.



“Bring her to me.” Eyon’s passion filled voice had her pussy creaming, coupled with Kieran’s large hands, cupping and squeezing her bottom as he laid her gently onto the bed.



“But we haven’t finished talking,” she moaned, trying to pull away from Eyon’s hands as they moved to reveal her heated flesh for their touching and viewing pleasure.



“Not now, Nicole,” Eyon groaned huskily as he reached down and cupped her breasts.



She almost gave up resisting when he began to knead the firm flesh. But Nicole decided not to give in so easily. Not even a mind-blowing orgasm would make her forget. At her insistent pushing, Eyon reluctantly lifted his hands.



“Ye like it very much when we take ye to bed. Am I right?” he smiled at her glare.



“Of course I do.” She wanted to contradict him, but honesty forbade it. Besides, he bloody well knew she did, based on her reaction to them. She knew they were being evasive in their answers to her question. Sighing, she glanced from one to the other. They both had the characteristics of men to whom command was familiar, but no outright haughtiness was apparent in their bearings. They were dignified and rather reserved in manners, but also downright domineering and controlling.



Well, if they thought their pretty looks and hot sex could deter her, they were wrong. Slowly, she counted to ten and looked at both of them. Their expressions were perfectly calm, only the flaring of their nostrils gave away their desire.



“So, what do you mean when you say your eyes change with your emotions?”



“Ye want to discuss this now?” Kieran asked, his voice a deep rumbling baritone.



“No, next week. Of course now! We have more important things to discuss than having sex,” she replied stubbornly. Rolling her eyes, she sat up.



“And if we decide otherwise?” Kieran’s grin held a hint of challenge. Women, they were never satisfied until they had the upper hand. Lucky for her, they loved her. Being with her was like being re-born. They could deny her nothing, except letting her leave that was.



“You wouldn’t dare,” she snapped. Her eyes narrowed as Eyon reached out and cupped the side of her face.



“Remember what I said earlier, Nicole. Keep an open mind.”



Whatever, she thought, twisting her face away.



She turned to look at Kieran when he said, “Do ye believe in myths and monsters?”



She shook her head, torn between screaming and laughing, but she did ask the question.



“Nicole?” His voice was gentle as he lifted a hand and gently touched her shoulder, but at her tight look, he released her.



As Kieran’s hand fell away, she shuffled away from him only to come in contact with Eyon’s thigh on her side. She pushed at it, but it was like trying to move a boulder, so she gave up. “Of course I do.”



Both men stared at her in stunned disbelief. “Ye do?”



“Of course not!” she snapped, “Do I look stupid?”



What the hell’s wrong with this man, asking asinine questions?



Sighing, Kieran smiled humorlessly. “What do ye know of gargoyles?” His question sounded hollow and distant.



Nicole averted her gaze. It was official. They were crazy. Hot like fire and crazy as hell. Suddenly her thoughts became clear, as she remembered the manuscripts, the picture, the drawings, and all those documents the men had in their library. Was this part of their delusions? She had read that a person who suffered from schizophrenia sometimes presented with grandiose ideations.



Nicole closed her eyes, perplexed. Eyon was so serious, but tender, Kieran was quick to laugh, but possessive. Could she live like that? How could something feel so right, yet so wrong? Conflicting emotions plagued her mind.



The men watched Nicole. Though they weren’t touching her, they could sense her inner turmoil. Nevertheless, she belonged to them, whether she liked it or not. Besides, she was the one who wanted to continue the conversation. Kieran looked at Eyon. Eyon nodded. They both reached out and gently touched Nicole’s hands.



“Nicole, are ye…okay?” Kieran asked.



Her eyes snapped open. “What?” she replied inanely.



“Earlier, I asked ye a question, Nicole. Do ye believe in gargoyles?” Kieran looked her squarely, unblinking.



Not knowing how to respond to the question, she shrugged and laughed. But neither man thought it funny, so she tried to make light of the situation. “Oh, come on. Do you?”



Far from amused, Eyon replied in a clipped voice, “We do.”



Her brow furrowed as she frowned, baffled. “You’re both crazy,” she said. Her expression made it clear she thought they were indeed nuts.



“Have ye ever seen a gargoyle?” Kieran continued.



“What kind of a silly question is that?”



Eyon nodded slightly to indicate that she should answer it anyway. “What has that got to do with my earlier question?”



“Be patient, Nicole. We’ll get there.”



She sighed inwardly, deciding to play it safe. The last thing she needed was to be at the mercy of two mentally disturbed persons. Feeling at a disadvantage, in fight or flight mode, Nicole pushed her body into a more comfortable position. With an inward curse, she softly answered, “No.”



Both men exchanged knowing glances. They could see the confusion written all over her face. More than anything, they wanted to make things right. She was their future.



For centuries, there had been humans that had tried to wipe out their race from existence, planting a seed of hatred and mistrust. Hopefully with Nicole by their side, they could repair some of the hurt. It would take time, of course, but time was what they had.



Sighing wearily, Eyon looked at his mate. They needed to end this, maybe much sooner than they had anticipated. “Well, let me show ye. Look up at me, Nicole.” Eyon’s voice was gentle, yet firm.



Slowly she met their gazes, but not sure what to expect, she kept silent. Nicole watched Eyon as he got off the bed. She studied him, unblinking, as he watched her. Eyon was certain Nicole was going to scream and run at any moment. He had seen many do the same thing, would she be any different? This thought almost caused him to abandon his plan. Taking a deep breath, he hunched his shoulders over and let loose his wings.



Nicole blinked once…twice…three times when she saw the wings flapping. They were a shimmering dark silvery grey, with wide claw-like feathers, and his eyes had taken on a dark color, almost black. Nicole allowed herself to stare like an open-mouthed simpleton.



“Where do they come from?” she asked, her voice full of wonder, as she gaped at the stunning and magnificent wings presently before her. “Are they real?”



Nicole was more fascinated than frightened. Eyon didn’t respond, nor did he break their eye contact. He stood erect and it was as if he was made of stone.



Their mate was strong. Both men were surprised she wasn’t screaming and fighting to get away, but then again, it could be a delayed reaction. It had been so long since they felt so at peace. They had longed for someone to share their lives with, now they had Nicole. Their kind needed to be mated. It ensured the healthy continuation of their race. Eyon looked over to his cousin, who was surprisingly quiet and then back to Nicole’s panic-stricken face.



Nicole began to panic. Was she unwell? Was it a dream? The gentle movement of the wings snapped her from her thoughts. “Am I alright?” she asked, her voice quaking.



“Of course ye are.” Kieran finally spoke, and Nicole, somewhat enchanted, didn’t protest when he reached out and took one of her hands in his. “We understand yer fear.”



“Really? I thought gargoyles feared no one, with their super strength and policeman attitudes,” Nicole quipped, still looking on in awe.



Kieran laughed and she stared at him as his handsome face lit up. Nicole knew then that she cared for them. She turned and looked back at Eyon and the smile on his face warmed her entire being. She no longer saw them as crazy, but as men with desires and longings, just as others had. Could she be falling in love with them? Should she stay? If only it was that simple. She was taking it surprisingly well. Maybe she was in shock?



She looked on in wonder as Eyon, in gargoyle form, walked over to them.



“Are you really a gargoyle?”



Nicole’s eyes were drawn to his muscular chest of their own volition, traveling down to his tattered trousers. His erection was straining against them, leaving his cock clearly outlined, and what a cock it was. She licked her lips and his gaze followed her pink tip.



Eyon moved closer to her. “Ye’re still in doubt, despite these?” He flapped his wings. He sounded the same, although louder, and due to the change, a hollow voice boomed at her.



“A little,” she replied, mesmerized by his onyx-colored eyes, “But at the risk of sounding like a child, can you fly?”



Eyon nodded and took her free hand in his. “I know it is quite a lot to take in, but the best place to begin is by understanding our history.”



She glanced from one gorgeous hunk…man…gargoyle, whatever they were, to the other. She wanted to be ravished by them both. At least she knew they were good lovers, but was that enough?



Then Eyon began talking again, almost to himself. “All those stone figures of gargoyles ye see perched on top of cathedral were just used as protection to ward off supposed evil spirits. We were, in fact, Guardians of the human race, fighting along side them in battles.”



“This is all so strange!” It sounded like a spin off from Lord of the Rings, fascinating stuff. “A nice cup of tea would do just about now,” she grumbled.



He smiled and continued. “We were young lads when the Vikings came.” He looked over at a pensive Kieran. “I remember it as if it were yesterday. We were both hidden, as were other children, protected by magic. Rather than revealing the spells they had used to hide their children, our mothers sacrificed their lives, as did most of the other females. The Vikings wanted us as their slaves, to fight their wars. Our fathers were away fighting for our King at the time of the invasion…” he trailed off bitterly and closed his eyes.



“I am so sorry for your loss,” Nicole whispered, looking from one grief-stricken man to the other.



Kieran lifted her hand and kissed the back of her palm, his eyes reflecting all he had lost also. “Thanks, but dinna be. It was many centuries ago.”



Both men emitted a soft growl of pleasure when Nicole said, “And now you have me.”



She blushed at their pleased looks. For several minutes, they remained staring at each other. The men watched their lovely mate, each struggling with the need to push her down on the bed. Instead, they climbed in beside her, wanting to feel her between their bodies. Her body, though covered, was driving them insane.



They wanted her to stay with them, so they needed to take things slowly, but it was damn hard. Now that they had found her, the need to be with her was overpowering. For the past week, they had avoided temptation by keeping busy with clan matters. But despite their best efforts, they couldn’t help but daydream about her, much to their brethren’s amusement.



The memories made Eyon chuckle. He looked over at a smiling Kieran and knew he shared the same thoughts.



“What’s so funny?” Nicole asked, rubbing an unexpected itch on the side of her neck.



Eyon’s sharp eyes zoomed in on the fading bite marks their fangs had left on her neck. “Does it hurt?” His fingertips rested gently on the side of her neck.



She frowned as she fingered the bite marks and then smiled with affection. “No, I think it is cute.” She looked from Eyon to Kieran, shyly.



Delighted by her response, they smiled in unison. This outspoken honesty was hardly what they expected; yet in another sense, they were not surprised. Nicole was a fascinating and enchanting woman. Looking at her small hands, clasped in their larger ones, confirmed what they already knew, that she cared for them. This thrilled them to no end.



Nicole’s face suddenly became pensive. She asked fretfully, “Are you both alone then?”



“There are few of our kind still in existence. Most of our kind died in our stone state or out of grief, due to the loss of our females,” Kieran answered. He didn’t want to tell her that they had committed suicide.



He heard Eyon sigh and turned his eyes towards him. He could see the pain on his cousin’s face as he now sat immobile on the bed. Kieran knew it was equally hard for Eyon and it saddened him. Eyon, for all his stubborn disposition and determination, was rarely open with his feelings. They had both wanted to seek justice for the death of their mothers, although they were young lads at the time, and would have done so if not for the intervention of Eyon’s father.



For centuries Kieran had ached with pain, hurt and anger over it. It had taken quite sometime to overcome the pain. There had been times when he’d been so desperate to feel his mother’s touch, to hear her say that she loved him, as she often would. But now he would have his own family, his own sons, to love. If only his beloved mother was still around to see it.



As Kieran took over in telling Nicole about their history, Eyon let his mind wander. It was his father who had found them. It was days, maybe weeks later; they had all lost count of time. His father’s words penetrated his mind as he held him tightly. ‘Ye ‘ave survived, my son, to fight another day.’



Furious and grief stricken, his father had sworn revenge, killing all that crossed his path, until it was foretold by a Seer that he would have a new family. The pain had caused his father, Laird Callum, to reach out to a local female Seer. She informed him that his son and nephew would one day mate with a human and this would ensure the continuation of the race, his bloodline, as well as mend past hurt and pain.



This appeared so improbable to his father, who had taken on such hatred for humans to escape the hurt, that the matter was referred to a greater authority, the Gargoyle Council. The Council had corroborated the Seer’s story, but the matter was still universally discredited in the clan. Humans were considered the enemy. The clan would have never allowed a union of this nature, until now. Nicole unconscious caress of his hand pulled him from his thoughts.



Eyon looked at her tear-filled eyes as she listened patiently while Kieran painfully relived the last five centuries. She had no idea the impact she was about to make on the men’s lives. Eyon’s felt a tightening in his chest when he saw her tears. He observed the strain on Kieran’s face and knew that her tears affected him also.



“Do gargoyles still hate humans?” she whispered.



As soon as the words left her lips, Nicole wished she could call them back. But Kieran was already answering. “We will never hurt ye. So ye have no need to fear us.” He used a hand to wipe her tears. “Nicole, dinna cry. Ye’ll make yerself sick.”



“It is a sad story.” She smiled as he wiped away her flowing tears.



“Yes, but restrain yer tears, sweets. It was a long time ago. We bear no hatred anymore.”



“I believe you, I don’t know why, but I need some time to take all this in. It’s not every day that you find out gargoyles do exist and you’re the mate of not one but two…”



Kieran placed a hand to her lips, halting her trembling rush of words. “We both intend to love ye together. We also want ye to remain with us.” At her blush, he grinned.



“I…” Nicole found herself unable to speak, her eyes locked on the smoldering expression defining Kieran’s face. This was something the men obviously thought through. “I… how long?”



Kieran chuckled and in sync, both men got up and straightened their large forms. Eyon had returned to his human form.



Kieran reached down and gathered Nicole into his arms. “Forever, Nicole,” he replied.



He slowly bent his head to kiss her lips, but she pulled back and stated, “Forever is a long time. What if I want to leave?”



At her words, a spark of anger sliced through them. Nicole could practically see their jaws grinding. She gulped as Eyon reacted. He turned her head towards his, cupped her face in his huge hands and looked into her eyes. Nicole felt flushed and breathless, her heart fluttering in her chest.



Eyon’s eyes were dark and as cold as hardened steel. “Never,” he growled.



Nicole shuddered at the harshness in his tone; it had an edge of near violence that said this was not debatable.



“Do ye care for us, Nicole?” Eyon’s question got Nicole’s undivided attention as her heart pounded loudly in her chest.



They sensed that she did, based on her reaction to them, but they needed to hear it from her lips.



“Do ye care for us, Nicole?”



Eyon asked the question again, a question Nicole couldn’t seem to answer. She felt frozen and she shifted uneasily as she pondered her feelings. The silence lingered on as they waited for her answer. Her mild reeled with things to say, but nothing came forth. She wanted to say ‘Yes, I care for you both, I may even love you,’ but the words remained lodged in her throat.


No one at the high school caught Sibley’s attention, and she didn’t catch theirs either. She was tiny for eighteen, wispy and forgettable, her hair and eyes mud brown and unassuming. She sat at the back of every class, doodling fat lines with the softest pencil she could buy at the tiny corner store; she drew face after achingly intimate face.



Sibley was the first out the door when the last bell rang, her thick rag skirt wheeling around her legs as she fled through the long grass behind the school. She put rigidity and fact behind her, the strict lines of the schoolhouse fading below the curve of the hill until she was free of prying eyes.



She ran so often that even the three-mile jog felt easy; she was still breathing lightly, eyes bright, when she trotted up to the abandoned telegraph station and slipped into the cool interior. She’d arranged her sketchbooks on the operator’s shelf, where the logs had been long before she’d found the place; she slipped the latest, only half full, between the last one and the rock that served as a bookend.



Then Sibley sat down on the chair and lifted her skirt.



She reached for the Morse key and slid it to the exact center of the desk, where there was a groove in the wood. She gently touched the metal button as she slipped her other hand between her lower lips and gently distributed the moisture gathering there. She closed her eyes and shivered with a private smile. This was always a perfect moment of anticipation.



She began to tap the familiar Morse code, slipping her fingers inside herself as she did so: C-O-M-E-stop-T-O-stop-M-E.



A light breeze stirred the dead leaves swept into the corner. Sibley smiled, her eyes still closed, and pressed the key again: C-O-M-E-stop-T-O-stop-M-E.



The wind picked up. Eddies of exotic scents caressed Sibley’s cheeks and made her wrinkle her nose with a smile. She began to tap the message once more: C-O-M-E—



Then it was there with her, a figure neither male nor female, twice as tall as she was and rippling with muscle. Its ethereal skin crackled arcs of light in an unnamable color. Sibley tilted back in the chair to look up at the being, her hand never moving from between her legs.



The being trained its vivid purple gaze on her, consuming her. Sibley widened her legs invitingly, her face alight with desire. The first time she had discovered the being that lived in the abandoned lines, its power had terrified her and she had fled. She’d lain awake, thinking of those eyes that had wanted her, and finished herself off with her hand as she imagined its lightning fingers on her body.



The next day she’d returned to tap the message again.



Now, as it had when she’d first offered herself to the being, it bowed low. Sibley inclined her head, but not very far; she couldn’t take her eyes off its sinewy torso, how the lines of muscle drew her gaze down to the space between its legs.



It was neither male nor female, and possessed the organs of both, after a fashion. The cock was a hard, smooth muscle that writhed of its own accord, split at the end in a way that made perfect sense to Sibley’s body. Below that was its slit, a hotbed of pleasure itself, sleek and moist. Everything danced with the same innocuous energy that lanced across its skin.



Sibley lifted her legs higher and it approached her, sinking to a squat before the chair. It leaned down and put its thin lips to her clit while it slid two fingers inside her. Sibley’s whole body shuddered as energy flowed into her, burrowing straight into her brain and rendering her shaky and helpless.



The visions came quickly on the heels of the pleasure. She saw the world as this being did; she viscerally understood how electrical impulses swelled and subsided, the facilitators of life and death, and she gave herself over to the moment of sensation.



Sibley came, wet and hot, against the being’s face. She reached for the back of its head and the hairs on her arm came alive.



Suddenly it gripped her wrist with terrible strength and stood, holding her like that and staring down at her as if demanding something without words. Sibley squirmed until the chair was back on all four legs and got to her feet, glancing at the fingers that clasped her wrist unfailingly. The being slowly tilted its head, its amethyst eyes blazing until she could not look away, and then it wrenched its hand free of her pussy, grabbed her at the waist and hoisted her into the air.



Its cock came alive, the two heads straining towards her cunt, and she strained back. Her breath came in short gasps and she laced her hands behind the being’s head, wanting it, wanting everything it would do to her. It bore her weight in one hand and brought the other to hold her chin firmly. Its eyes of solid purple flicked back and forth as it studied her.



Then with a masterful twitch of its torso, it plunged its cock into her. Sibley screamed at this first penetration. Wet as she was, the head inside swelled to fill her and it hit her deep. The other head jabbed into her clit and sent an unbearable sensation straight behind her eyes. The being wrenched her free and went into her again, and Sibley’s head filled with a perfect scientific understanding of these wonders of her body. She curled her hands into claws on the being’s shoulder and rocked, thin body racked with shudders. Her peak-like breasts tightened and prickled and the being opened its mouth to rasp three lightning-fork tongues across her chest.



It flipped her without warning and she landed on the seat of the chair with a grunt. She planted her legs far apart and offered herself once more. For a moment, she tensed; the being did not take her, but its fingers coaxed her drippings from her cunt to her asshole, and she clenched up in anticipation. Remembering, then, how this would feel, she forced herself to take deep breaths.



The split cock was made for this. One shrunk to a manageable size, the other still wide and ridged for her pussy, and Sibley moaned as the being filled her completely. She slid her fingers down herself and found the steaming, sparking slit, sliding against her hand as the being slammed into her. A shuddering sigh rasped out of her as the fiery softness settled like a mantle around her fingers.



The being took her hair and pulled her head up so she stared out at the dull sky. Lightning scattered across the clouds and danced behind her lids as she closed her eyes and shuddered and her orgasm was like an electrical storm.



Her cunt pulsated and she knew her ass was clenched tight, but still the being held back its own pleasure. When the climax ceased coursing through her muscles, it lifted her again and slipped free, the two-headed cock merging to become one massive organ.



Sibley held herself upright against the chair, unable to stand under her own power. She stared at the cock as more arcs of lightning danced across it, cleaning and drying it. She wanted to rush forward and press her mouth to it, to thank it for the quake and the aftershocks still making her tremble.



She glanced up and the being inclined its head very slowly. She took it as permission. Shakily, she dropped to all fours and crawled over to where the being stood, tilting her head so her hair fell down to her ass and tickled where she had just been penetrated.



It responded by palming her head and guiding her face beneath the cock, to that sweet slit that smelled of fire and fruit. Sibley’s tongue stretched out and she traced the heavy lips, rewarded by a full-body shiver. She reached behind and clasped the firm legs in her hands, sinking her whole face into its irresistible musk. She drank greedily of the spicy wetness, a cinnamon kiss.



After it had come like a sweet flame into her mouth, it guided her back to its cock and gave her its all once more. Sibley felt high, her head buzzing with charged visions, and she tumbled away from the creature with a helpless giggle. She splayed on the floor, writhing a little.



For the first time the being’s expression changed. It did something that was not quite a smile but still conveyed satisfaction; it lightened, or lifted, Sibley could not say which. She patted the dusty floor beside her, the patch of sunlight pushing valiantly through the clouds. The being sank down, the way it did to lick her, and her cunt clenched at the thought.



But it curled up beside her, head on its folded arm. Its other hand gently stroked the floor. Sibley rested her fingers right beside, close enough that electricity jumped from its slowly fading skin to hers.



They lay there until the being was just a promise of a light, and only then did Sibley dare to touch its cheek. It seemed to sigh, and then it was gone completely.



She sat up, smoothing down her rag skirt. Her wobbly legs carried her to the table and she lingered over the Morse key. Only for a moment. She knew it could not return for many days, after it had drawn its full strength once more from what electricity still flowed.



But she would be back then. Sibley would come again for her being in the wires.

Author’s note: Special thanks to my editor, literknight, for finding all those stupid little mistakes that slip past me.









“Don’t yank the trigger back,” Sasha shouted to be heard through my ear protection. “Keep the sights on your target and put steady, increasing pressure on the trigger until it breaks.”



I tried to do as she asked, but when the gun went off, my shot kicked up a cloud of dust ten feet in front of the target. I looked around self-consciously to see if anyone else at the range had been watching.



“Don’t do that,” Sasha yelled. “No one cares what you are doing as long as you aren’t being stupid. Your feet are too close together. Adjust your stance and try again.”



The next shot hit the ground nearer the target, but off to the left.



“You are flinching. Relax. Take a deep breath if you have to. Don’t think about the recoil. Try again.”



The next shot struck the earthen mound at the far end of the range, passing just a few feet to the left of the target.



“Better, but keep your eyes open.”



“They were open!” I shouted back.



Sasha chuckled. “No, Mr. Winston. They were not. Finish out the magazine, please, then pass me your weapon.”



I was Mark Winston today, at least while we were out of the house. A week had gone by since finishing the new rooms in the basement, and with the waiting period up, Sasha had taken me directly to the store to get my weapon, then here to the shooting range.



I fired the remaining four shots, which flew frustratingly wide and short of the target. Holding the empty gun, I thought about it for a moment, recalling the lessons from the firearms safety course I had completed less than an hour ago. I engaged the thumb safety, removed the magazine and opened the bolt. Pausing for a moment to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything, I held the pistol out, pointed downrange and angled so that Sasha could see that it was empty.



“Thank you,” she said, taking the weapon and examining it carefully herself. She replaced the empty magazine. “You will do this,” she said, cocking back the hammer with her thumb. She sighted on the target. When she pulled the trigger, the gun gave a click, barely audible through the hearing protection. “Do this until I say to stop.”



I did as she told me, sighting the target, cocking back the hammer, and dry-firing the Colt, over and over. My thumb and trigger finger began to tire after a few dozen repetitions.



“Getting bored?” Sasha asked, checking her watch.



I shrugged. “A little.”



“Good. You have to make your body think that nothing special is about to happen when you go to fire your weapon. I see that you’ve stopped closing your eyes. Are you keeping the sights on target?”



I had noticed that it was impossible to keep the gun perfectly still. “I’m trying, but it moves around a lot.”



“That is normal, especially when you are under stress. Find the center of that drift and hold that on the target. Let the gun wander a bit. Don’t try to force it to hold still.”



I tried a few more dry fires. “That really helps,” I said, surprised.



“Good, now to try with bullets.” She stepped back to watch me.



I loaded the spare magazine from the table in front of me and sighted on the target. The first two shots zinged past, but the third and fourth were hits. “Good, good,” Sasha said, after two satisfying holes appeared in the paper target, one right of and above center and the other just to the left. Another miss, then a hit. Hit, miss, hit.



“Much better,” Sasha said, as I set the empty Colt down on the table. “Reload and try again, please.”



I reloaded and set up to shoot again. Only three of the nine shots struck the target this time. I could feel the flinch trying to creep back in. “Can we take a break?” I asked, when I had finished.



Sasha nodded, so I holstered the pistol and we moved back from the range, finding a bench near the parking lot. Once we were seated, I removed the bulky earmuffs and wiped the sweat from my brow.



“You are not too bad for a beginner,” Sasha said, “but we’ll need to come out here every Saturday for a few hours until you can hit the target consistently. After that, one hour a week.”



I shrugged.



“What is on your mind, Mark?” Sasha said, frowning. “I can tell you are not thinking about shooting.”



“Well, I’ve been meaning to ask you, can I get a job?”



Her brows raised. “Aside from the one you have now?”



“Well, yes. I want to earn some extra money. Nothing that would interfere with my normal duties at home, of course.”



“I have a feeling you already have plans for this extra money. More of your projects?”



“Maybe,” I said with a chuckle.



“Part-time,” she said. “No more than 25 hours a week and I need you all day Saturday and on Tuesday and Friday mornings.”



“I’ll work evenings,” I said, trying not to smile too obviously. Knowing Sasha, the negotiations were not over yet.



“And you’ll use part of your money to buy a car. I don’t have time to drive you and I won’t to risk putting you on my insurance.”



“I’ll get a bike.”



:”What if it rains?”



“I’ll take the bus.”



“And your work with Tilly?”



“I’ll figure that out. I’m sure I’ll still have time.”



She waved her hand. “Alright. Fine. But I’ll have you know, I’m not telling the agency what you’re doing. There’s no way they would allow it.”



“I understand.”



She stood. “Break time’s over. You need to put in more time with your Colt.”



By the time we left, my arms ached from my shoulders all the way down to my fingers.



“So where were you thinking of getting a job?” Sasha asked, as we drove back home.



“At the hospital,” I said.



“Not as a doctor?”



I smiled. “No, I’m not quite qualified for that. They’re looking for a nurse’s assistant, though. Mark Winston got his degree in English Lit, the poor sod, so I figure it’s a good fit. Can I put you down for a reference? I won’t use your real name.”



“Sure. Give me some details and I’ll spin a good tale for them if they call.”



A warbling came from the car’s speakers. Sasha thumbed a button on the wheel to answer. “Yes, mamka?”



“Aleksandra, have you seen the news?” Sasha’s mother spoke with a thick accent, so it took me a few seconds to puzzle out the words. I could hear the anxiety in her words, though. I had never heard her call her daughter by her full given name.



“No, mamka. I will turn it on.”



She hung up and tuned the stereo to a local news station. “–joint operation of federal agents and municipal and county police departments constitutes the largest and most successful organized crime bust ever conducted on US soil. Twenty-two members of the Himura syndicate were taken into federal custody and are facing multiple criminal charges, including illicit goods trafficking, arson, tax evasion, extortion, and conspiracy.”



Sasha and I looked at each other. “Shit,” she said. The Himura-kai yakuza syndicate was one of the agency’s chief suppliers of food and medical supplies. I had learned about that connection within a few months of going to work for the safe house in LA, and it had bothered me for a while, knowing that the same agency that helped genemods did business with a criminal organization. We listened to the details for a few more minutes, until the newscaster began to rehash the facts.



“The crafty bastards,” Sasha said. “First the strikes on smuggling boats, now this. They’re sending another message, hoping to scare the other black marketeers off from dealing with the agency.”



“Do you think it will work?”



Sasha frowned. “Probably it will do some damage. Maybe shortages and disruptions in our supplies. It will certainly raise the price of doing business. How are you coming with the greenhouse CO2?”



I had done some research in the last few weeks, but this was the first time since her initial query that Sasha had asked about it. “It’s pretty simple, really. We need to get a generator. They run off of natural gas or propane and cost several hundred dollars. If we do it right, it should boost output by a third, maybe more.”



“Good. Find one for me and I’ll buy it. That won’t keep us from starving if we have to rely on it completely, but it might help me stockpile faster.”



When we got home, the others were all talking about the news and what it would mean for us. I gave them Sasha’s opinion as well as my own, which was a bit more optimistic. To my surprise, Tilly was seated on the couch, in the middle of everyone. She didn’t speak, just watched the television intently. She had her shoes on, which was her signal to me that she was ready to go out and work. It looked like she had put on five pounds just in the last week, but she had needed it. She was looking healthier than I had ever seen her.



I was exhausted from my time on the range, but couldn’t quite bring myself to skip out on Tilly. Sasha probably would have understood if I skipped a day of work in the greenhouse, but Tilly’s sessions were important, to her and to me. Besides, I didn’t feel like sitting around while the others debated just how much worse things were going to get for us.



The work today was light, mostly harvesting, so I tried to use the time we had as much as possible. I spoke to her as we did a walkthrough, checking for ripe fruits and vegetables. “When I bring you out here, you seem so different,” I said to Tilly over my shoulder. “You open up to me. Is it because of how the others treat you?”



She nodded. “I see it every time they look at me. Wendy pities me, which is almost bearable, but the rest feel little but disgust. Nissi and Stan just try to ignore me. I don’t blame them. They don’t understand what h-happened–” She cut off, pressing a hand to her stomach and doubling over as if in sudden pain.



“Here,” I said, quickly, “I think some of these onions are about ready. Grab a couple of hand spades, would you?”



She went for the tools, returning just a moment later. “I’ve been wondering something,” I said, as we checked the onions for ripe bulbs. “Last week you told me you knew I was lying, that you could see it. Do you have enhanced senses like Nock?”



She nodded slowly. “It’s more than that, though. Have you ever heard of mirror neurons?”



“Right, that paper from McNally mentioned them. What are they, exactly?”



Tilly drew a deep breath. “They were discovered decades ago. When you do something, reach out for that onion, for example, neurons in your brain fire to initiate that action. Researchers discovered that when you observe someone else taking that same action, some of those same neurons fire. Your brain echoes what you are seeing, relating it to your own experience of taking the same action.”



“So you have more of these mirror neurons?”



Tilly nodded and smiled faintly. “I have the same compact neurons and enhanced neo-cortex that your sister had, and a greater proportion of them are mirror neurons. My brain can intuit the physical sensations and emotional states of about five people at once with maximum resolution, or dozens at lower resolution. The simulations become more effortless and accurate, the longer I am exposed to someone. Right now I can feel your concern for me, but also pride and the beginnings of excitement.” She pressed a hand below her breasts. “It puts a bit of a tingle right here in my chest.”



It was eerie how precisely she had just described how I was feeling, right down to physical sensations. “It sounds like telepathy,” I said. “How do you deal with all of that, when you are around multiple people?”



“It isn’t telepathy, Norm. And how do you pick out a single conversation among many? I can pick one simulation out from the noise whenever I want to, then its just a matter of focusing on it. Or, I can put my mind on something else entirely and it fades to the background. If I focus on one, I feel everything that person feels, within the limits of how well I know their emotional and physiological responses. That knowledge gets better and better with time and experience.”



“So what’s the point of it all? I mean, it’s an impressive ability, but why?”



“Well, if I know how the people around me feel, I can influence them. The whole point of it was to give me natural, automatic incentive to want to make others happy. That’s the other part of it. Most people naturally feel good themselves when they have helped someone else. For me, not only do I want to make other people happy for the joy of the act, but I get to share directly in the experience of it.”



The implications of what Kelly McNally and the others in her team had done, or at least had tried to do, was fascinating. “What would you do right now to make me happier?”



“Well, I told you it isn’t telepathy. I can gauge reactions and recall past experience, though. Right now I can sense that this conversation is making you happy, so I have a strong urge to continue. In fact, normally it takes effort for me to not act on the that kind of impulse. And I wouldn’t even notice it unless I thought about it.”



“That’s. . . astounding,” I said, and went on more quickly in my excitement. “If there were more of your model, and you were living together, your happiness would just continue to feed back on each other, wouldn’t it?”



“That’s what Kelly and the others imagined. I think she hoped that one day the whole of humanity would choose to be like me. There would be no war, no crime. No one would want for anything. Every moment of every day would be one of pure joy.”



My skeptic’s impulse wanted to reject what she said as utopian nonsense, but I couldn’t see a flaw in the reasoning. Human misery was partly a consequence of scarcity, and partly due to human nature. McNally and her team had hacked human nature itself. When I realized that, the implications were a little frightening. Her model was not just an enhancement. She was an entirely new species, one that could simply dispense with sadness. But where had she gone wrong? “This is a lot to take in,” I said. Trying to reconcile what Tilly was designed to be, versus what she was now, I hit upon a thought. “Tell me, why did you get upset with me that first week when I got you to eat a bite of cookie?”



She continued working, as though she hadn’t heard. I noticed that she was chewing at her lip. Finally she spoke. “There’s this problem,” she said. “Pleasure, happiness, a little is fine, but too much of it and I. . . something happened.” Her hands began to tremble and she shook her head. She blinked a few times and returned to digging up onions in a slow, mechanical fashion.



It was so frustrating, feeling like I was close to something important, only to have her shrink back into herself. I decided to press on, taking a risk. “I know what happened to you in Cleveland,” I said. I had expected that to have an effect on her, but she went on working as though I hadn’t spoken. “I know that you were raped.” Saying those words took made my heart ache, just like when I had read about it last week, but I went on. “But it’s okay. What was done to you was unforgivable, but you are strong enough to get through it. You can heal, if you just–”



“Just what the fuck do you know?!”



Tilly’s sudden scream shocked me to silence. I looked at her and shrank back at what I saw, dropping the onion in my hand. Rage and pain warred for dominance, contorting her face, as she stood. There was a tick, tick, tick and then a sharp crack as the plastic handle of the little spade in her hand shattered. I backed away more quickly, my terror of her growing by the second.



“You. . . you pretentious fuck!” She took a step towards me, shaking away bits of sharp plastic that had embedded themselves in her hand. “What do you know about me?”



“Please, Tilly,” I said. My back hitched up against the glass wall of the greenhouse. “Please calm down.”



She stared at me for a moment more, her chest rising and falling visibly with the violence of her breathing. She looked around, as if suddenly remembering where she was, then looked down at herself. She stared at the cuts on her hand. Slowly, she sank to the ground, sitting down on the dirt path. She laid her arms across her knees and bent her head to rest against them. She began to shake.



My heart was still beating hard in my ears as I stepped away from the glass, careful to avoid crushing more of the lettuce that I had stepped on in trying to get away from her. I wanted to run, to make for the door and get back inside the house with the others, to safety. Instead, I forced myself forward, towards the petite, sobbing woman who, just moments before, I had thought was going to attack me.



I dropped to one knee in the dirt in front of her. Tentatively, I reached out a hand to touch her arm. She jerked at the contact, but didn’t pull away. I held my hand there, just letting her feel that I was present. “I’m sorry,” I said.



“What’s wrong with you?” Tilly said softly, still crying. “Why won’t you leave me alone? Don’t you see what I almost did to you?”



“I want to help you,” I said.



“You can’t. I’m–”



“You’re not broken,” I snapped, surprised by my own sudden anger.



“You don’t know anything.”



“So tell me,” I said, almost pleading. “Tell me what’s wrong.”



Tilly’s sobs had begun to ebb, but she would not look up at me. “Take me back in, Norm. I need to lie down.”



I stood and helped her to her feet. She rubbed her face with the back of her arm as I led her outside. I felt just as drained as she seemed to be, and walked with her all the way to her room. She dropped onto the bed, still dressed in the work clothes from the greenhouse, and stared at the ceiling. I hesitated at the doorway, but I couldn’t think of anything to say that wouldn’t sound trite and false. I closed the door and left her there alone.



“You okay?” Wendy said, as I emerged. She and Nissi had gotten up from her spot by the television and stood waiting near the last row of rooms.



I nodded, thought better of it, then shook my head.



Nissi looked over at Wendy, then at me. “Want to talk?”



I came forward and put my arms around her. She did the same, cradling my head on her shoulder. I pulled away so that I could speak to both of them. “I think I just made a big mistake,” I said.



“With Tilly?” Wendy asked.



“Yes. She was doing so much better. You saw it. But I think I made things worse.” I considered taking Wendy away to speak to her in private, but decided that there was no point keeping this a secret from Nissi. Where she had mostly ignored Tilly in the past, in the last week, she had made an effort to try talking to her. I told both of them everything that had happened.



“Damn, I really wish we knew more about her,” Nissi said. “And Norm, I don’t know if you should keep going out there alone with her. The way you make it sound, she almost attacked you.”



I sighed, looking over my shoulder at the closed door. “I’m not even sure she will go out to the greenhouse anymore.”



Both of them protested, of course, but my words turned out to be truer than even I thought. Tilly stayed in her room the rest of the day and all of the next. I tried to bring her food that day, but she refused to eat it and turned to stare at the wall when I tried to talk to her. The following day, our next day to work in the greenhouse, I found her still lying in bed, unresponsive to my promptings. I checked in on her every day or two after that, but nothing I could say or do would make her acknowledge me. Wendy took over feeding her, and had more success than I had. She told me in a concerned whisper that Tilly still wasn’t getting enough to eat.



For that matter, none of us were. After the Himura-kai arrests, our next food delivery was shorter by almost half while the prices for black market food shot up. We weren’t starving, exactly, but every meal left us all feeling a little hungry. The next three weekly food shipments was missed entirely, and the one to follow wasn’t much better than the first. Coffee looked to be a luxury we might soon be doing without. Sasha told me in no uncertain terms that she would not dip into her hidden stockpile until it became absolutely necessary.

The CO2 generator arrived by mail order several days after the Himura-kai bust, and Sasha and I installed it after carefully dismantling and sterilizing every part of it in the shower room, taking most of a day to get done. We wouldn’t see any real results from it for a few weeks, though.



I got the job at the hospital, working three nights a week. My college courses were less helpful than I would have hoped, but I liked the change of scenery and chance to meet new people. The pay was meager, but with almost no expenses of my own, any amount at all would be helpful. I had gotten a used bike cheap with some of the money I had left in my bank account, so at least I had a way to get there faster than walking.



I had intended to save the money from my job and use it to keep making improvements to the basement, but I realized that I couldn’t do that in good conscience. The pay was weekly, and when I got my first paycheck, I cashed it and handed it over to Sasha without complaint or regret. She gave me only a curt “thank you”. I also applied for food ration vouchers using my fake identity, but there was a backlog of paperwork, and the worker who took my case told me not to expect anything for at least a month. It made me wonder what happened to people who didn’t already have a support system in place.



Nissi did her best to take my mind off our problems. Most nights, she slept with me in my room, though we used her room on occasion, when she wanted to listen to her records. Her love of music served to broaden and enhance my own. She lived and breathed it. She seemed to know every work of every single important singer, composer, songwriter, and band of the last five hundred years, and dozens I had never heard of. Sometimes she would start off onto some obscure point of theory or bit of trivia and I would just listen and nod, often completely lost, but enjoying her company and her excitement for her topic.



I started learning a martial art, quite by accident, and from an unlikely source. One morning I had woken up earlier than usual and slipped out of bed to see if anyone had put on coffee yet. Passing by Wendy’s room, I could hear slow rhythmic steps on the concrete. I found that Nock had put coffee on and I poured myself a cup with a grateful nod. On my way back, I stopped, curious. “Are you in there, Wendy?” I asked.



“Yeah, you need something?” she asked, pausing for just a moment before resuming whatever she was doing.



I pushed the curtain aside carefully. Wendy stood, hands held out in front of her, knees bent, one foot in front of the other. As I watched, she lifted one foot, pivoted, and moved both hands as if knocking a blow aside in slow motion. She stopped and looked over at me expectantly, one hand held in a fist up above her face and the other out in front of her.



“Oh, sorry,” I said, suddenly embarrassed. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”



“It’s okay,” she said. “I was almost finished anyway.”



“What was that?”



“T’ai chi Chu’an,” she said, in a passable Chinese accent–Mandarin, if I wasn’t mistaken. “It means ‘supreme ultimate fist’. You want to learn?”



She guided me through some simple forms, relating how she had started learning it twenty years earlier, when her job began to demand more from her and she started keeping late hours at the research lab. She had taken a simple self-defense course, but felt like she wanted something with more form and discipline.



“What does that have to do with these forms?” I asked. The slow movements didn’t seem to me to be a very effective way to fight.



“The forms teach you correct posture, balance and movement. Watch.”



She abruptly launched a series of open-handed strikes and low kicks, pivoting smoothly as though fighting multiple opponents. I whistled appreciatively when she stopped, breathing hard. “When do I get to learn that?”



“We’ll see how quickly you learn the basics. Maybe a few weeks. Try getting up a half hour earlier and come see me tomorrow morning.”



Three weeks since the events in the greenhouse, after a delicious but less than filling lunch of rice noodle soup, I was sitting next to Nissi at the table. Her hand was on my knee and she had been making pretty obvious innuendos, a sure sign that she wanted to sneak off to my room with me for a bit of fun. All thoughts of that went out of my head when I heard a crash and Wendy’s shout. “Norm! Norm, come quick!”



I threw a glance at Nissi and jumped up, heading back to Tilly’s room. Next to the door, the remnants of a bowl lay scattered around a puddle of soup. I stepped over it to get inside, spotting Wendy kneeling next to Tilly, who lay on the bed. Wendy turned at the sound of my approach. Her voice shook as she spoke. “She got a box knife, Norm. She’s bleeding.” She had a hand clamped over Tilly’s wrist, and blood welled between her fingers. More of it dripped from Tilly’s limp hand and into the large plastic mop bucket that was normally stored next to the bathroom. I knew that it held about four gallons, and from the amount of blood in it, Tilly had already lost at least a few pints.



“Let me,” I said. When Wendy didn’t understand, I shouted at her. “Move, Wendy!”



Wendy scrambled out of the way. I took Tilly’s arm and gingerly examined the wound. It was deep, not a hesitation cut as her first few scars probably had been. I clamped my hand around the cut to put pressure on it. “I need the first aid kit,” I said.



This time Wendy moved immediately, running for the kit that was next to the basement pantry. She almost collided with Nissi coming the other way and I heard her apologize before dashing on.



“Oh my God,” Nissi said, taking the scene in.



“Go, get Sasha now!” I yelled. “And tell the others to keep back. They’ll just get in the way.”



Alone with Tilly, I gave myself a moment to think about what I could do here. I had gotten my four year degree in biology, intending to go into med school, but had changed my mind and gone for a PhD instead. I had plenty of theory. What I lacked was practical knowledge and experience. My time at the hospital had filled in some gaps, but I was hardly a real doctor. If I made a mistake now, Tilly could die because of it.



I caught that thought, held it for a moment and crushed it. If I did nothing, her death was almost a certainty. I needed to know how bad she was. Her eyes were partway closed. I asked if she could hear me and she mumbled something incoherent. Her skin was pale, cool and clammy. I felt at her neck for a pulse. It was fast and weak. She was already in shock.



“Here, I got it,” Wendy said, putting the first-aid kit down on the floor and opening it for me.



“I want to get this bandaged first,” I said. “Get some gauze and bandages ready.”



“On it,” Wendy said, finding the items for me.



“Gauze,” I said. I took it from her with my free hand and pressed it onto the wound. “Now start wrapping. Make it tight, but not too tight, got it?” I let her finish dressing the sound and cleaned off my own blood-soaked hands with some of the gauze. “Keep pressure on that, please.”



I heard footsteps outside a few moments before Sasha appeared. Her gaze jumped from Tilly, to me, to the bucket of blood on the floor. She hissed something in Russian and snatched her phone from her pocket. I waited while she called her agency contact and explained the situation. There was a heated exchange for a moment, ending with Sasha saying, “You will do better than that. If she doesn’t pull through this, I’ll come down there myself and beat the living shit out of you, you understand?”



She punched the button to hang up the phone and addressed me. “An hour, they say, possibly longer, to get help here. Will she last that long?”



“Hard to say,” I said. “She’s in shock. She might go into a coma if we don’t get her blood pressure up soon.”



“What do you need? Tell me and I’ll get it.”



I thought furiously. We could get Tilly to the nearest hospital in about ten minutes. They could probably save her life, but they would also perform a routine test for genemod markers. They would take her into custody, they would revert her, and the FBI would open an investigation on whoever had brought her in. There was no option there. “You said you had medical supplies stocked. Where?”



“Five minutes from here.”



Do you have blood?”



“No.”



I knew that had been a long shot. You can’t freeze blood, so it couldn’t be stored long term. “Any plasma?”



“No.”



“Empty blood packs?”



“No, sorry.”



“Saline? Sutures? Antibiotics?” I got a nod for each one. “IV catheters?” I held my breath for the answer. She nodded and I felt a surge of hope. “She needs a transfusion. Do you have medical records for everyone here?”



A sharp nod. “Yes.”



“Go get everything I mentioned, as fast as you can. When you get back to the house, I need blood types. We need a match for Tilly. Can you do that?”



“On it,” she said, racing away.



Stan appeared in the doorway. “Norm, is there anything I can do to help?”



I pushed the bucket towards him. “Find out how much blood is in there. Be as exact as you can.”



“You got it.”



“Norm, I’m scared.” The words from Tilly were slurred and barely audible. Her eyes kept trying to close.



“Just hold on, stay with us,” I told her firmly. “You’re going to be okay.” I tried to will myself to believe the words. I didn’t know if Tilly could sense a lie in her weakened state, but I didn’t want to chance it.



I heard what sounded like an argument starting up outside. “Stay here and talk to her,” I told Wendy. “Try not to let her fall asleep.” I got up to go check what was happening.



“You had to have seen her,” Nissi said.



“Yeah, she came out last night. I didn’t think anything of it.” Nock’s voice this time.



I emerged into the main room to find Nissi and Nock standing six feet apart, Nissi slowly advancing on him as she gesticulated. Her voice rose in volume. “She hasn’t left her room in over two weeks. So she comes out here, gets a box cutter and a bucket, and you don’t even say anything? She’s bleeding to death in there, you asshole!”



“I didn’t know,” Nock protested. “She does weird stuff sometimes. I just leave her alone.”



“Hey!” I yelled at them both. Nissi ignored me and started browbeating Nock again. I didn’t have time for this. “Nissi, shut up!” I might as well have slapped her, by the look on her face. I went on. “You’re right, she is dying, but we’re going to save her, so I need you to lay off the blaming right now, got it?”



“Yeah,” she said, somehow managing to sound both angry and contrite.



Shaking my head, I hurried to the bathroom to scrub down.



“Norm.” Stansy stood in the doorway. “What can I do to help?”



“Do you have a pad and paper?”



“Sure, be right back.”



“Norm!” Wendy’s cry was panicked. I shook the water from my hands as I ran back to Tilly’s room.



“She’s unconscious,” Wendy said. “I kept talking to her, but she passed out and won’t wake up.”



“That’s okay,” I said. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”



“My God, she really did it,” Stansy said, stepping into the room behind me.



I turned to her. “I need you to take notes. Wendy, I need a timer. Give me fifteen seconds.” I felt for Tilly’s pulse. “Mark.”



Wendy looked at her watch, counting the seconds. “Mark.”



Tilly’s pulse was close to 140. Not good. I did all the tests I could think to try with what I had available in the med kit and in the room. I didn’t think she was in a coma, but it was bad. Probably stage four shock.



Stan appeared in the doorway. “It’s just over three pints, Norm. Call it three and a quarter.” Stansy jotted this down as he said it.



“You’re sure?”



“Yeah, Norm.”



I just nodded, though I wanted to curse. Given her size, that had to be close to half her blood volume.



“I am here,” Sasha said, hauling a plastic bag full of medical supplies. She handed me several sheets of paper. I rifled through until I found Tilly’s. “She’s A negative,” I said, gesturing for Stansy to write it down. “Possible donors are. . . Nock. He’s A negative, too. I flipped through the papers again, checking to be sure. There’s, um, there’s no one else.” I couldn’t keep a note of panic from my voice. I was going to need at least two pints of blood, and I couldn’t take that much from Nock without endangering his health.



“What about me?” Sasha said. “I’m O negative. Will that help?”



I gave her shoulder a squeeze, almost laughing in my relief. “Yes, that will work.”



I found a box of rubber gloves in the supplies and pulled on a pair. I began to set up the saline IV to boost Tilly’s blood pressure, and Wendy was looking dubiously at the items that Sasha had brought. “How are we planning to collect the blood? We don’t have any blood packs.”



“I’m not sure yet,” I said. I recalled that Wendy had been a biochemist before she went into hiding. “Do you think you can improvise something with what we have in the house?”



Wendy considered a moment. “I think so. Maybe. Can I borrow Nissi and Stan?”



“Yeah, go.”



Wendy grabbed some tubing from the supplies Sasha had brought and hurried out.



Sasha was staring at Tilly. Moving slowly and carefully, she lowered herself onto the top of the dresser opposite the bed. “This is my fault,” she said, “my responsibility. Whatever happens–”



“We’ll deal with that if we come to it,” I said. Like hell, this is your fault, I thought to myself. I had been the one to push Tilly over the edge. “Go get Nock in here.”



Sasha returned with him a few moments later.



“You need my blood?” Nock said, his brow furrowed over those slit-pupiled eyes.



“It’s the only way we can save Tilly.”



“Okay, I’m in.”



I started readying my supplies. “We don’t have anything to store it in yet, but I want to get you prepped.”



“Shit, I hate needles,” he said with a shudder, when he saw the catheter. He sat on the ground and rolled up his sleeve. “This gonna hurt?”



I grinned wryly as I rubbed alcohol on his arm. “I have a small confession to make. I’ve done IVs before at the hospital, but only back of the hand. We’ll have to do your median-cubital, up here inside your elbow. You’ll be my second try at this. Tilly was my first.”



“Oh, that’s just great,” he said.



“Squeeze your hand in a fist, please.”



Nock averted his eyes as I brought the catheter close to his arm. I slid the needle into the vein in a quick jerk of movement I had learned, blowing out the breath I had been holding when blood quickly seeped up into the clear tubing. It looked like I had hit the vein dead on. I closed off the tube and taped him up quickly. “Not so bad, huh?” I said.



Nock looked at his arm in surprise. “Hey, yeah. Just a little sting. Not too bad.”



I checked on Tilly. About half the saline was gone, so I took her pulse again. It had slowed slightly. The saline solution was bringing her blood volume up, but we really needed to replace her lost blood cells.



“Now you,” I said, and got to work on Sasha. She sat through the process without complaint or comment, other than to pull out her phone several times to see if her contact had messaged her. When it was done, I knelt by Tilly’s bedside, checking her vital signs about once per minute and reporting them to Stansy to write down.



“Norm,” Wendy said behind me. I turned. She was wearing rubber gloves and carried in her hand a one quart canning jar. The tubing she had taken had been connected somehow to a pair of rubber grommets that went through a hole in the lid and gripped the tubing tightly, forming a seal. One tube snaked down to the bottom of the jar while the other ended just inside. There was even a small hand pump that had been fitted to attach to the smaller tube as a bellows. “We made a transfusion flask. Will it work?”



I stood and moved closer. “You sterilized it?”



“Of course. Stan and Nissi are finishing up the second one. One of them will be down with it any minute.”



I took the apparatus from her and examined it. “I think it might work. Now I’m just worried about clotting.”



Wendy shook her head. “Sasha had sodium citrate on hand for canning. We made a solution from it. There’s some already in the bottom of the jar.”



“Wendy, I could kiss you.” I hooked the improvised flask up to Nock’s catheter and opened the tube. I used a felt pen to mark the bottle at just over a pint. “Keep squeezing your arm,” I told him. “It will help pump the blood out faster.”



Nissi arrived with the second flask and I hooked Sasha up. I checked on Tilly again when that was done. Her pulse had definitely slowed some more, but she was still unconscious. “Hang on,” I whispered to her. The waiting was nerve-wracking. I knew that it took time to draw off blood, but I kept thinking how every moment brought Tilly closer to dying. I used some of that time to suture her wound closed and re-bandage, with Wendy’s help. As Nock’s jar neared the level I had marked, I moved close, poised to disconnect him the moment it was reached. “There,” I said, closing off the tube.



I quickly swapped out the nearly empty saline bag and replaced it with the jar, working the pump a few times to prime the pressure. Once I was sure that the blood was moving into the tubing and that there was no air in the lines, I slumped back against the wall. I was feeling shaky and a little sick. Close to forty-five minutes had passed since Wendy had first found Tilly, and I was starting to come down from my adrenaline high. Still, I had to remember to pump the jar at regular intervals to keep the pressure inside up



“I’m done,” Sasha said, bringing me back to full awareness. I went to unhook her.



“What—what’s happening?” Tilly said. Her voice rasped.



Wendy moved in quickly to calm her while I worked on Sasha. “You’re going to be okay,” she said, stroking a hand through Tilly’s hair.



I finished up and came back to Tilly’s side with the flask of Sasha’s blood. I could see her gaze darting around, taking it all in. “You’re giving me a transfusion? Why?”



I checked the flask. It was nearly time to change it, so I stayed at the ready, poised above Tilly. “You would have died without it,” Wendy said. The admonishment in her voice was clear. Tilly looked away in shame. “But we’re glad you’re back with us,” Wendy added.



“I wanted to die,” she said, so softly that I doubted that anyone in the room but Nock or myself would hear. “I can’t live with this anymore.” The desolation in those words went straight to my core. For just an instant, I felt an echo of what she must have felt.



“That’s enough of that talk.” The rumbling source of those words surprised me enough to take my focus off the transfusion flask for a moment. That had been Nock. “You’re going to live. You’re going to get this problem figured out. But first you’re going to thank the people that saved your life. You understand me, girl?”



Tilly stared wide-eyed at Nock, as if seeing him for the first time. “I’m sorry, Nock. And thank you.”



I clamped the tube and changed out the empty flask for Sasha’s full one while the others had words with Tilly. She didn’t speak much, but she acted much more like the woman she had been before our last session in the greenhouse. I removed the needles from Nock and Sasha’s arms and bandaged them up. “Okay, everyone out,” I said. “Tilly needs her rest.”



After they had gone, Tilly spoke to me. “Stansy and Nock don’t despise me any more.” Her voice had a touch of awe in it. “Why is that, Norm?”



I sat on the edge of the bed and took her hand. “Empathy,” I said. “Human beings are funny that way. Most of us have the ability to understand and empathize with another person’s pain, but we also have the capacity to ignore it. What you did today made them realize how deeply your pain goes. They finally understand what it has done to you.”



“Sometimes I think I’d like to not know what everyone is feeling. You’re all so worried about me. And worried that I’ll try this again, I think.”

“You won’t, will you?” When she didn’t answer, I went on. “Tilly, we have to work this out. You’ve got something tearing you up inside. You’re going to need to face it.” Again, I was met with silence. I looked up to see that the flask was nearly empty. I waited until it had drained nearly to the bottom of the jar before I clamped it off and removed the catheter from her arm. “Okay, get some rest, then.”



I heard footsteps running down the stairs as I emerged and shook my head at the irony of it. “She’s resting comfortably,” I said to the two medics when they reached the bottom, agency contractors by the look of them. They were dressed in dark blue jumpsuits with no logo and carried plastic cases. “There’s a notepad in there with a record of everything I did.”



The pair thanked me and went back to Tilly’s room. One of them emerged less than a minute later, shaking his head. “There isn’t much to do,” he said. “That was a hell of a job. Are you a doctor?”



“I almost was,” I said. “Pre-med biology track, even passed the MCAT with a 40. But I decided I would rather teach.”



“Well, she’s sleeping, and in good condition, considering. I’m going to stay overnight to monitor her, but I’ll let Nick go.” He threw a thumb over his shoulder to indicate the other medic still in Tilly’s room. “I’m Mike, by the way. Not my real name, but you know how it is.” He put out his hand and I gave it a shake.



“Just call me Norm. Not my real name either.”



When Nick had gone and Mike had returned to Tilly’s side, I went to find Nissi. She was lying on her bed, music turned down low. My brows rose at the explicit lyrics. “Gangsta Gangsta,” she said, shrugging, “NWA.”



“I wanted to tell you I’m sorry I snapped at you,” I said.



“Norm, just because I’m listening to gangsta rap doesn’t mean I’m mad at you.”



“Nissi, I know you better than that.”



She frowned. “True. But you don’t deserve it. It’s just that you’ve never yelled at me before. I was being a bitch and you called me on it. And what you did in there for Tilly. . . You don’t need to apologize to me.”



“What I did for Tilly? Nissi, I’m the reason she tried to kill herself.”



“Is that what you think? You think this is your fault? Norm, has it ever occurred to you that you can’t take care of everyone all the time?”



I thought of the people in LA that had suffered because of my poor choice. “I pushed her too hard, too fast. She wasn’t ready. Maybe it was wrong for me to try treating her.”



“You did your best. No one else was even willing to try. Even the agency gave up on her. You need to stop doubting yourself.”



I wanted to tell her about Sharon and the safe house, felt a sudden need to confess it, to give credence to my own self-doubt and make her understand. But I also feared seeing rejection and betrayal in those green eyes. Sasha’s demand that I not reveal my crime sealed the deal. “I’ll talk to Sasha, I guess,” I said. I could trust her to be objective. If I had acted poorly, as I felt that I had, Sasha would not pull punches with me.



“So tell me, Norm,” Nissi said, “have you ever tried anal sex?”



I gawked at her. “Whoa, where did that come from?”



“I’m changing the subject. Try to keep up, my cute, geeky darling. Now answer the question.”



Ice Cube’s boasts and threats filled the silence. “Okay. Yes. Once.”



“You mean you tried it one time?”



I grimaced. “Yeah, we were drunk.”



“With a girl?”



I laughed. “Yes, with a girl.” I felt my cock getting hard at the memory, despite the outcome of that encounter.



“Your idea or hers?”



“Mine, I think. I was nineteen. I barely knew her. Her name was Stacey. No, Tracey. It didn’t work out too well.” In our drunken state, it had been our solution to having no birth control. We had used saliva for lube and I had tried to push into her before she was ready. Her pained exclamation and warning to stop had cut right through the alcohol haze of my teenage brain. And that had been my one and only time with Tracey.



“Ah, the things we do when we’re plastered. Care to try again with a sober girl?”



“Uh, what brought this up?”



Nissi laid a hand on the bulge in my pants and gave it a little squeeze. “Oh, I was just thinking about a certain move you made in the shower a few weeks ago. It made a big impression.”



The idea excited me. Since that one attempt, I had been a little afraid to ask for it from anyone since, afraid I might hurt my partner or push her away in disgust. “Sure, we can try it,” I said. I attempted not to sound too eager.



“Tonight,” she said, stroking her hand over my cock, once, twice, before pulling away. “After your shift. Be ready for me.”



It was tough, going to work when I really just wanted to stay near Tilly and make sure she was alright. It looked like everyone was in bed when I got home around 11:30, so I went to check on her. Mike was there, sitting in a chair he had pulled from the main room. Though I was tired, I wanted to ask about Tilly’s condition and ended up chatting with him. He was a little older than me and had been a combat medic in the army. He spoke low to keep from waking Tilly. “They deployed us to Costa Rica in ’06. You remember the ‘Central America policing action’?”



I told him a bit of what I knew. The Rot had started in California and crept eastward. That alone had destroyed about 1/6th of the nation’s total agriculture in the first month. It quickly jumped the Rockies and began to cross the Midwest plain states, wiping out corn, soy and wheat crops within a single growing season. Its northward progress was slowed somewhat by immigration and import restrictions hurriedly put into place by the Canadian government, sparing the agricultural regions of Saskatchewan, Manitoba and Ontario for two more years.



Geography was the main limiting factor that kept the Rot out of Mexico, but that nation had far less success regulating movement of people and goods across its border with the United States. Once it had gained a foothold in the farming areas of the northern gulf region in the spring of 2005, the Rot swept southward, killing off naturally growing grasses and shrubs and marching inevitably towards the other major growing areas to the south and west. Mass starvation struck Mexico at about the same time, as food prices skyrocketed and US food exports to Mexico plummeted. Those exports stopped entirely in the fall of ’05, when the US congress passed the Emergency Agricultural Protection Act, nationalizing farming and food distribution.



With millions dying, Mexico had lashed out in desperation in the early months of 2006, invading Guatemala and Costa Rica within the space of a few months to gain access to the rich farmlands of these nations. The Mexican Army and Navy swept aside the relatively small Guatemalan military, and Costa Rica had possessed no standing army at all. Within a month, the capitals of both nations were captured. That victory proved to be frustratingly incomplete, however, as insurgents based in the inland regions of both countries put constant pressure on occupying Mexican forces, Costa Rican guerrillas even going so far as to set fire to crops rather than let them be harvested and shipped north.



These invasions did not go unnoticed by the United States. After much debate and condemnations of Mexico’s actions from both sides of the political spectrum, the McCain administration prepared a massive military response, the first time that US military would be deployed in war in nearly a century. The Mexican air and naval forces were quickly overwhelmed by the arrival of two US carrier strike groups. The deployment of army and marine ground forces in following weeks seemed like a formality, as Mexican forces were already withdrawing. The US military did not pull back as expected, though, once both nations were liberated.



New trade agreements with Guatemala and Costa Rica were negotiated and pushed through Congress in record time. Honduras followed suit soon after, making the US the sole agricultural trading partner for all three nations, with minimum export quotas.



Mike picked up the narrative. “But the insurgents felt, understandably so, that they had just exchanged one occupier for another. Attacks on US installations slowly increased in frequency and severity, and the guerrillas burned the crops of local farmers who complied with the new trade mandates. So the United States escalated. I was attached to one of several battalions tasked with hunting the insurgents in the mountains all around Costa Rica’s Central Valley, Operation Pura Vida.”



He shook his head. “It was a—pardon my French—a clusterfuck. We thought our superior technology made us invulnerable, but the insurgents had the advantage in the mountains. It was one embarrassing failure after another as we tried to find them and wipe them out. And the more we fought, the more people sided with the insurgency, often in secret. We had the numerical advantage only on paper, and we were never safe. They started to strap bombs to people and send them in to popular soldier hangouts. Sometimes even little kids. We responded by razing whole villages if it was even suspected that they harbored insurgents. Half my company had been killed in action by the time I was rotated out of combat. A few months later, the Rot started appearing in pockets in the coffee and sugar cane plantations all over Central America. By the end of 2009, oranges and pineapples were about the only things coming out of there. Such a cost in human lives, and for what? When my term was over, I didn’t bother to re-up.”



“So how did you end up working for the agency?”



“Two reasons. First, I don’t buy into the propaganda about the purity of humanity and all that crap.”



“Neither do I,” I said. I tended to think that most people thought the same, but that was probably naïve. Both the religious right and the egalitarian left denounced genemods, for obvious reasons.



“The other reason is that the government’s response to the Rot is so completely backwards and stupid that it has to be motivated by an agenda. The whole world is faced with a threat that is almost certainly a product of genetic engineering. Why outlaw the only technology that has a chance of defeating that threat?”



I shrugged. “Maybe it was precedent. The same thing happened in the 70s.”



“Right, the Berlin Accord. Interesting that you should mention that.”



The Berlin Accord of 1978 had been an international agreement to limit access to and development of computer systems. The agreement had come about in part due to a body of work published by Norbert Weiner, in which he projected how the then-current rate of advance in computing power would lead to human-level intelligent machines by the late 1990s. Wiener laid out in detail how this development would disrupt society at every level. He had also outlined how, if we were not careful, the birth of AI might signal the end of humanity.



To prevent such a possibility, further research into AI and processing power was to be closely monitored by the various governments of the world, and strict limits were placed on the computing power that private individuals and firms could own without special license. It reversed a trend towards smaller, faster, and cheaper home computers and servers. Instead, computing power began to be consolidated into large data centers called computing service providers. Those data centers would sell computing time at metered or flat monthly rates to users, who would utilize cheap, dumb terminals for access to it.



“Advances in information technology have stagnated ever since,” Mike said. “They effectively broke Turing’s Law. But that wasn’t even the point. The powers that be weren’t afraid of AI. That was just a pretense. No, what they’re really afraid of is that their grasp over our lives is slipping. Every step forward in both genetics and computing research is one step closer to a free humanity. ‘Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed’. Well, what happens when no one feels like they need a patriarchal government to look after them anymore?”



I felt a little uncomfortable, the way you get embarrassed for someone who is very passionate about an idea that you disagree with. “I don’t know, Mike. Things have gotten out of hand in the last few decades, but we were doing fine before then. We need the police and the military to keep the peace, for a start. Then there’s a social safety net, and regulations to keep corporations in check.”



He smiled, a little indulgently, I thought. “I think it might be fun to try to convince you otherwise, but I know it’s late. Maybe another time, eh?”



I told Mike about Tilly’s depression and apparent PTSD and asked his opinion of what I should do.



“Talk to an agency rep,” he said.



“Sasha tried that,” I said. “And she got nowhere. They won’t help.”



“Huh.” That had genuinely surprised him. “I wouldn’t know, then.”



“Yeah, that’s what I was afraid you would say.”



“Hey, tell you what.” He took out a pen and small spiral notepad from his jumpsuit and wrote on it. He ripped off the page and held it out. “Here’s my cell phone number. If you have a problem like this again, give me a call direct. If I can, I’ll drop everything and head over here.”



I took the note and pocketed it. “I appreciate that. I hope I don’t have to use it.” I started to go, but then had a thought. “Do you have somewhere to sleep?” I asked.



“No, but I’ll just stay up with her. Have a good night, Norm.”



I went to take a shower before heading back to my room. When I turned on the light, I was surprised, but delighted, to find a naked elf lying on my bed, her back to me so that the sumptuous curves of her hips and ass were on full display. “What were you two talking about in there?” she asked.



“Guy stuff,” I said. “You know, war, computers.”



“Women?”



“Yeah. Mike says you have a nice ass.”



Her brows raised. “Did he now?”



“He said it looks so good, he wishes he could taste it.”



“Mm. That’s nice. What else did Mike say?”



“He told me that he hopes you’re still planning to do what you said earlier today.”



“Mike said that? Did you really tell your new friend that I want you to fuck me in the ass?”



The dirty talk had an instant effect on my cock. Already growing at the sight of her naked body, it twitched, pushing almost painfully against my clothing. “Well, I don’t usually like to brag to people I just met, but. . .”



“Are you just going to stand there all night, or are you going to get out of those clothes?”



“My, you are the horny Eledhrim tonight,” I said, as I started to undress.



“Oh, I love it when you speak Sindarin,” Nissi said breathlessly. “I need to be fucked so badly.” She lay on her back and bucked her hips suggestively. “Come ravish your elven beauty, my Edain lover.” She flipped over and wiggled her butt at me. “Come bury your hard human cock in my wicked elven cunt.” She paused and winked. “I’m not overdoing it, am I?”



In spite of the fact that she was making fun of me, her coaxing was having very real effects on my mind and body. I raised a finger and thumb, separated slightly. “Just a bit, maybe.”



She flopped back over, sat up and crossed her feet in a lotus pose, taking on an imperious air that was pretty well ruined by her complete nudity. She spoke with a faux English accent. “Well then, shall we begin with the affirmations of romantic attachment and then proceed anon to the varied acts of sexual congress?”



“That sounds right lovely, it does,” I said in a bad cockney accent. “Might I lick the royal cunt, yer majesty?” I asked.



“If you must, oh boorish rustic,” she said, and lay back in a manner that I can only describe as “elegant”, considering the circumstances.



I kissed my way up the inside of her thighs, eliciting comments like, “Oh, that is most inappropriate, young man,” and “is that any way to serve your queen?” delivered in that coolly disdainful tone. I snickered, forcing a laugh from her as well. “Young man,” she said, controlling her humor with an effort, “this reminds me of the time I was having tea with the ambassador of Finland. Charming old fellow. We had a most animated discussion about the imposition of an excise tax on–oh!” I had just lapped at Nissi’s inner labia with my tongue. “Excuse me,” she said. “Something I ate, perhaps. As I was saying, we were talking about an excise tax on text—ah. . .yeah.”



“You lost your accent, milady,” I said, after I finished running my tongue along the length of her pussy.



“Nonsense. There is nothing wrong with m-my manner of—oh fuck!”



“Gesundheit, your highness,” I said. “I have good news. I think I just discovered the royal clitoris.”



“Well done,” she said, barely holding her accent as she giggled. “Your queen commands you to launch another expedition immediately.”



I had never laughed so hard or so much during sex as I did that night. When Nissi finally came, three fingers deep inside her, she had tears in her eyes and my stomach were hurting. As soon as she recovered from her orgasm she started up again, commending me for my selfless and noble service to the crown. “Stop, please! It hurts,” I said. I climbed up next to her on the bed and collapsed, giggling in spite of my best effort to stop.



“Oh my God,” she said. “Did that just happen?”



“It was rather silly,” I said with a grin.



“Monty Python silly,” she agreed.



“Not at all what was expecting,” I said, groaning silently at myself for what I knew was about to come next.



Nissi delivered the line perfectly. “NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition!”



“No, don’t make me laugh,” I protested, holding my arms across my stomach.



“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” she said.



We lay together, her in my arms, for all of maybe a minute before she asked, “So, you aren’t done then, right?”



I poked her side with my erection, softened somewhat from its raging hardness a few minutes earlier.



“Lay on your back,” she said.



I did as she asked and she reversed on the bed and straddled my body, settling into one of her favorites, 69. I felt warm pleasure on my cock as her mouth slipped around it, and her pussy hovered over my face. I began to lick and nibble at it, but she shifted slightly, moving herself further down my body. “You said you wanted to taste my ass, Norm,” she said.



I could have protested that it was “Mike” who had said that, but I had other things on my mind. Without hesitation or any real reflection of what I was doing, I ran my tongue down from the base of Nissi’s pussy, across the narrow strip of skin between and across her rosebud. “Oh God, that’s good,” she said, and began to attack my cock with renewed vigor.



I had never rimmed someone before, but I found the mechanics to be pretty simple, not too dissimilar from cunnilingus. I had expected the taste to be a distraction at best, but I found nothing to detract from the heady experience. Nissi was in heaven, and showed her appreciation by lavishing her attention on my cock with her mouth and fingers. “Use your fingers,” she said. “Lube on the dresser.” She bent lower to take one of my balls into her mouth.



“Oh, damn, that’s good,” I said, as she rolled into gently in her mouth. I got my finger good and wet with lube and teased her asshole with it, spreading the lube liberally over it. Coating my finger again, I began to put gentle pressure on her sphincter. It resisted at first, but I waited for a bit and it relaxed suddenly, letting me slip inside.



“Oh yes,” Nissi breathed, and made happy noises as her mouth closed over my cock once more.



I moved my finger slightly inside her, curling and twisting it to find out what she liked. There was a lot of resistance at first, despite the slippery lube, but she seemed to be loosening as an experimental tug caused my finger to slide easily out to the first knuckle. I slid it back inside and a kind of shiver went through her. I thrust it into and out of her a few times, testing how relaxed she was. Nissi paused when she felt me withdraw my one finger and press two together against her hole. I hesitated, not sure she was ready after all.

Unconscious Camilla was now reliving a memory from about two months before the aquarium incident. It was late July, and her son Eros had turned eighteen a couple of weeks earlier. His incestuous feelings for his mother had now reached a state too intolerable for him to carry on patiently without acting on them: he had to know what it would be like to have sex with her.



So many other young men had enjoyed her sweet body over the years, and Eros was burning with envy from their pleasure they’d obviously had. Though he knew that death was the near-inevitable consequence of fucking Camilla, he had no fear: she wouldn’t be passing any Nigrovum-energy to him that he didn’t already have, for he was half-Nigrovum, half-Camilla. He had no father, and he was proud of it; he was half-alien, half human–half an enigmatic extra-terrestrial being with seemingly limitless psychic powers, and half the untameable sexual desires of his mother.



Though he was jealous of all her other lovers, he never judged her harshly for her promiscuity, for he was hopelessly in love with her. She may have been a whore in other men’s eyes, but to him, she was indistinguishable from the Virgin Mary, or Isis, or any of the mothers of myth who’d miraculously become pregnant. In his eyes, Camilla was a goddess.



As a child, he would love listening to the stories she’d tell him about his extraordinary birth: microscopic, ovoid black alien life forms, all identical to each other in appearance, had been pushed through outer space by the solar winds to the Earth’s orbit; there, they came down to the Earth in the rain, landing on the Vancouver grass. Camilla told him that, as a girl, she had lain, or sat, on the grass, and the ‘tiny black eggs’ slipped into the pores of her skin through the morning dew. (Only later on, when he’d scanned her mind, blocking her so she wouldn’t know of his scanning, did he learn the ‘uncensored story’ of her as a teen masturbating and coming on the grass, and of Nigrovum going into her body through her pussy.)



She’d always called those aliens ‘The Sons of God,’ after the divine beings referred to in Genesis chapter six; the aliens may well have been divine, but Camilla, his mother, was the one he’d always worship. He loved her story about using Nigrovum to create him in her womb, all without the aid of a man impregnating her. Nigrovum may have given her all those amazing powers, but it was her ingenious use of it that made her a genuine goddess in his eyes. She had created a living being inside her body, something only the women and goddesses of myth had ever done. And she was so beautiful, ever preserving her youth by using Nigrovum to slow her ageing–she may have been thirty-seven years old, but she looked only twenty-five. And she loved him completely; for all these reasons was he so in love with her.



He hated how different he felt from everyone else, being half-alien, and gigantic in height–he was now almost eight feet tall, and his short mother came up to just under where his heart was. Though other people regarded him as a freak, she would always love him just the way he was. She, always perfumed, heavily made up, and in sexy, revealing, tight-fitting clothes, regularly hugged and kissed him, and this affection invariably gave him an erotic charge.



She, of course, knew of his desires, and had done everything in her power to restrain him. Her dominant relationship with him made sure that he’d always suppress his so unacceptable feelings for her. Knowing, however, that mere shaming would not be enough to keep him at bay forever, she ensured that her setting up of powerful psychic barriers would keep his own quite formidable powers with Nigrovum from ever getting her naked in front of him, let alone in bed with him.



He had been fighting with his guilt for years, trying to avoid succumbing to temptation and seducing her. He knew he could have dissolved her psychic barriers and enjoyed her years before, but the shame of staining her and himself always stopped him. Now, however, he couldn’t take it anymore: he had to know what her tight, wet vagina–his own place of origin–would feel like hugging his phallus.



In recent years, he’d discovered his mother’s old pornography website, and had obsessively poured over her pictures and video while masturbating, always carefully scrutinizing every millimetre of her sacred body. His subtle use of psychic blocks ensured she’d never suspect anything, even the existence of the blocks.



One time before discovering her old website, so eager had be been to know what his mother looked like naked, he sat on his bed and meditated. Nigrovum gave him a vision of Carl’s first nude painting of Camilla, and Eros obsessively painted a copy, replicating everything from the original, except for the blonde hair, blue eyes, and peach skin of the then eighteen-year-old model; for Eros wanted to see his mother as she now looked, with her black hair, black eyes, and pale skin, Nigrovum’s gift of the ‘Goth look’ that he also had.



Though he could psychically sense every crevice of her nude body, and mentally know it as if it were his own, he wanted to know her on a human level–physically, like a lover. That’s why he had to fuck her.



Her psychic powers were well-developed enough to detect his plans to seduce her from, as it were, a mile away, so he’d need the aid of something to throw her off her guard–Rohypnol, sometimes used as a date rape drug, though he wanted only to please her sexually. She always called him her ‘baby’; he wanted her to know him as a man.



That night in late July, he set his plan in motion. He was careful not to let his thoughts dwell on sex with her, for fear of her picking up on his psychic signals and thwarting him.



In his bedroom, he sensed her downstairs in the living room watching TV. Exhausted after a long day’s work teaching in Montreal’s McGill University, she’d fixed herself a glass of Jim Beam, in memory of her father’s old habit; though she’d only occasionally drink at night, and have only one, for fear of Eros taking advantage of her while drunk.



He sensed her taking a small sip of her bourbon, then getting up and leaving the living room to use the washroom. This was his cue: he casually got a tablet of Rohypnol from his back-pack and left his room, leaving his mind blank so she wouldn’t suspect him. He went downstairs and into the living room, where her drink was, on a table by her chair. On TV was a broadcast of CBC’s The National, showing a debate between Green Party members and a conspiracy theorist. The conspiracy theorist, actually, was Mr. Pierce, Camilla’s old high school gym teacher.



“More and more of us are on to you Greens,” Pierce said. “We know how you’ve been collaborating with the media, the banks, and the army to turn Canada into a police state.”



Not only did the Greens laugh at his accusation, but so did the host of the debate.



“See?” Pierce continued. “You have the media on your side.”



“Mr. Pierce,” said one of the Greens. “Everyone knows that these wars against Muslim terrorism are perfectly justified and necessary. We have the people’s support.”



“I must agree,” the host of the debate said. “And however unpleasant the new emergency laws’ are, with their restrictions on our freedom, they’re nonetheless indispensable in the fight against terror.”



“Terror that may be going psychic,” said another Green.



“That’s another thing,” Pierce said. “We’ve all heard recent, bizarre stories about naked girls in various parts of the Western world hovering in mid-air over rivers and lakes, orgasming, urinating, and defecating into the water. Nobody as of now knows what’s causing this. The Green Party claims that Muslim terrorists may have acquired psychic and telekinetic powers, gained apparently from communicating with the souls of the dead. I can predict that, in a few months at most, the Greens will present bogus ‘evidence’ that it’s the Muslim terrorists who are causing those girls to hover naked over all the water, when actually it’s been the Green Party’s doing all along–” Pierce was again being interrupted by loud laughter, “–and the Greens will say that the girls have toxic substances psychically put in their urine and faeces. You laugh now, but remember my words in a few months when the media, including The National, accuses the Muslims of doing exactly what I’m saying!”



“I’m sure you conspiracy theorists will have some more ‘interesting stories’ for us in a few months,” said the first Green.



“I’m sure, too,” said the host.



“How much are the Greens paying you to side with them?” Pierce asked the host.



Looking away from the TV and back at Camilla’s drink, Eros dropped the tablet in and casually walked away. The pill quickly dissolved in her drink, so she surely wouldn’t notice anything foreign in it when she returned; he also visualized a psychic ‘screen’, a subtle, imperceptible barrier that kept her from mentally sensing what he’d put in her drink.



Hating the smell of piss on her pussy, Camilla cleaned herself in the shower after getting off the toilet. When she was finished in the bathroom, she returned to the living room, sat down, and took a swig of her bourbon. She relaxed and watched more of the debate on the TV.



“Oh, no more Mr. Pierce,” she said, now that the debate was finished. “It’s so sad to see you just as crazy as Dr. Singh.”



Ten minutes later, she began to feel dizzy and disoriented; suspecting that Eros was up to no good, she tried to use Nigrovum to regain control of herself. So powerful was the pill that she was barely able to keep herself awake, hovering somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness.



Eros returned to the living room, having used the shape-shifting powers of Nigrovum to make himself look like Danny, the boy Camilla had fucked fourteen years before, back in Toronto. Eros, with his prodigious skill with Nigrovum, had scanned her memories, and sensed Danny’s psychic energy on her from back then; that’s how Eros was able to clone Danny so accurately, even without having ever met him.



In her still deeply disoriented state, Camilla couldn’t use Nigrovum to counter the effects of the Rohypnol; besides, Eros was subtly blocking her efforts to counter it. He had also caused her to think she was in the burning mansion of her old dreams.



“Hi Camilla,” ‘Danny’ said, standing before her.



“Am I d-dreaming?” she slurred.



“Yes, you are,” he said. “Let’s make love, like old times.”



“B-but you died, sweetie,” she said, blinking in disbelief. “You died ’cause of me. Aren’t you mad at me, like all the other ghosts?”



“Not at all. I forgive you. My death was the masked men’s fault, not yours.”



“Thank you, b-baby. Yeah, let’s m-make love.” She got up and started undressing. In the middle of unbuttoning her blouse, she stopped. “W-wait a minute. I d-don’t dream anymore. I psychically stopped m-my dreaming almost twenty years ago, to stop the g-ghosts from giving me nightmares. I don’t understand.”



“I broke through your barrier,” Eros said in Danny’s voice. “I needed you. I keep thinking about how mean my mom was to me when I was alive, and how awful it is here in hell.” He started crying. “I need you, my second mom.”



“Oh, of course, baby,” Camilla said maternally, opening her arms out wide to give him a hug. “Come see Mamma.” They hugged each other tightly, and since he was now her height, she easily kissed him on the cheek. Then she continued undressing. He subtly used Nigrovum to keep her just awake enough to keep from falling on the floor. He started undressing too.



Her blouse came off, revealing a black lace brassiere, something he was seeing on her for the first time in the flesh. He was breathing heavily as he pulled off his shirt.



She undid and pulled down her dress pants, revealing her black panties. When he pulled down his pants, his erection was poking a big bulge in his briefs.



“You l-look so c-cute in your underwear, sweetie!” she said. He blushed.



Now wearing only her underwear, as he was, she unhooked her bra. He was salivating with anticipation of seeing the beautiful pair he’d seen only in pictures, video, and psychic visions. Her bra came off with a wiggle of her tits and her grinning in her old ‘Kitty’ persona. He was practically drooling at the sight of her erect nipples, turned black by Nigrovum, as his were.



He took off his underwear, and his erection bounced up and down after the elastic of his briefs had pulled down on his dick; then it was perpendicular to his standing body. She pulled down her panties, revealing her black pubic hair. Now she stood naked before him: his beautiful, sexy mother, with her ‘Goth-looking’ black hair and eyes, and her pale skin. He was in awe, and in an ecstasy of lust.



“So, what shall we do first, angel?” she asked him, kept reasonably awake and under his control by his psychic powers.



“Um, can I see you, uh, down there?” he asked shyly, pointing down at her crotch.



“My vagina? Sure, sweetie!” she said with a wide grin. She lay down on the floor on her back and spread her legs. He got down between them to get a close-up look. Her cunt was now purple, another consequence of the Nigrovum in her blood. He could have changed all her body colours back to the original ones she’d had when she was his age, but he preferred her with her ‘Goth’ look, since this way she looked more like him.



She spread her pussy-lips out wide, and he looked inside. Fresh and pretty-smelling: so this is where I came from, he thought, confident that she was too disoriented to scan his thoughts. What’s it like in there, this beautiful inner sanctum? He used Nigrovum to create a tiny dot of light so he could see her vaginal walls: purple, and perfect. It’s so…indescribable! How much of that is her, and how much of it Nigrovum? Where does my humanity end, and alien-nature begin?



He kissed and licked her clitoris, getting it hard within seconds. He sucked on it for a while, then sucked on her already swollen labia. She was moaning softly in enjoyment of his sensitive lips and tongue. He was moaning twice as loud as she was. His heavy exhalations on her wet cunt got her hotter. He slid his tongue inside, used Nigrovum to lengthen his tongue, then rolled it all over her vaginal walls, leaving no crevices untasted. The tip of his now Gene Simmons-like tongue tapped at her A-spot, bringing her closer to orgasm. She was sighing at higher and higher pitches, louder and louder.



“Oh, baby,” she moaned. “You know how to do it. Oh!”



He pulled out his tongue and shortened it back to the length of Danny’s. Then he crawled on top of her, bringing his face up to her large breasts. Whenever you speak of the old days of breast-feeding me, I get so excited I almost lose control, he thought. Now, finally, I get to do it again.



He licked his lips and wrapped them around her right nipple, hugging it tightly. He sucked gently, but with strong inhalations, causing her to lactate. He was gulping down a generous helping of her milk; then he moved to her left nipple and did the same with that one. She sighed with pleasure.



“Yes, Danny baby,” she moaned. “Suck Mommy’s breast; let me…feed you, my little darling. Oh!”



Eros got up to her face. He was teary-eyed from all the delight he was getting from his mother. He gazed into her eyes and gently pecked her on the lips.



“Wanna make love…with Mommy, Danny?” she asked in sighs.



“Oh, yes!” ‘Danny’ said, panting in anticipation. “I love you so much, Mamma.”



“I love you too, dear,” she cooed, putting her arms around him. He slowly slid his hard-on inside her soaking wet cunt.



“Oh!” they moaned together, her an octave higher than him. He pushed all the way in, and she squealed. She wrapped her legs around his ass.



He shoved his cock in and out of her pussy, which came after the second thrust; he was surprised and thrilled to feel her gushing all over his balls. He couldn’t stop thinking about how amazing it was that he was finally fucking his beautiful, sexy, divine mother! He gently fondled her breasts as he poked away inside her, faster and harder, since he knew from watching her porno videos that she liked her sex like that. She squealed and screamed, higher and louder, confirming what he already knew. She came a second time, flooding his cock and balls, and making a pool of come on the living room carpet.



See, Mom? he thought, still ramming. I’m a man, not a baby!



Finally, he came inside her. (In his previous psychic meditations, he’d sensed the sterility of his semen, so he knew he could confidently come inside her without her ever getting pregnant.) He got off her and lay beside her, resting for several minutes and regaining his breath.



“Did you…enjoy that, Mom?” he asked her, still with Danny’s voice.



“Yes, baby,” she sighed. “That was…the best one yet.”



He grinned from ear to ear. See, Mom? he thought. I’ll prove a better lover than all your past lovers combined. We’ll do this lots of times, and eventually, I’ll let you know that it’s been your own son who’s been giving you so much pleasure. You’ve committed incest before; you did with your dad when he was alive, so fucking me shouldn’t be too much of a shock to you. Soon, you won’t need any other men but me, for I know exactly how to get you off. Then I won’t be jealous anymore, and you won’t cause the deaths of any more people. It’s all for the best. And with you obtaining my psychic powers, together we will fight off the masked men one day.



Having finally regained his breath, he put his mouth over the lake of her come on the carpet and began lapping it all up, using Nigrovum to get all of the moisture off the carpet without licking up any of the lint or dirt. After a few minutes of lapping, the carpet was as dry as it had been before her orgasms. Releasing his psychic hold over her, he let his exhausted mother yield to the Rohypnol and lose consciousness. Then he changed back to his original, giant form, and carried her naked body upstairs to her bedroom. He lay her on her bed and pulled the blankets over her. She always slept nude, so he hadn’t bothered putting any clothes on her. He put her clothes in the laundry basket, as she would have done had he not fucked her. All of this would ensure that, the next morning, she wouldn’t suspect that anything strange had happened that night.



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The Camilla of two months later relived this memory with a feeling as though her hair had been standing on end. She sensed that his orgasm inside her had given her some of his unique psychic powers, and the hope that this gave her made her reliving of this incestuous horror almost bearable. Now she’d just have to figure out what she could do with those new abilities, and if they would be enough to help her defeat the masked men.

Now Camilla was reliving a memory from four days after her son’s drugging and seduction of her; she would re-experience Eros’ second sexual encounter with her.



Again, this was late July, about a month before she was stripped naked by ghosts and first made to hover naked over a water tank in a Montreal aquarium. She’d just come home one night after a hard day of teaching in McGill University, just as she had four days previously. Indeed, she was having the most annoying of bad luck: she already had one summer evening course to teach, but about a week before that night, she’d been told that three other English professors had all suddenly fallen ill, and only she was available to replace them. These professors had also been teaching summer classes on the same days as hers, but in the morning and afternoon. So every Tuesday and Friday of that summer would be exhausting for her, days full of endless teaching.



Little did Camilla know (for she was being psychically blocked from finding out) that the arrangement of all her extra work was Eros’ doing. He’d used Nigrovum to cause those other profs to get sick suddenly, so she’d be tired at night from replacing all of them. He had begun his plans to have her a few weeks before, all using the utmost subtlety: he didn’t want her to suspect that her wooziness at night was being caused by the Rohypnol tablets he was dropping in her bourbon, so he’d make sure she was already tired when coming home two nights out of every week. He–anxious to fuck her–didn’t want to wait another month and a half for the next school year to start, so he used Nigrovum to learn about the other profs’ classes, and ensured only his mother’s availability as a replacement for the profs whom he’d psychically made sick…sick for the remainder of the summer. He’d have her, and she wouldn’t know…until he wanted her to know.



After dropping off a bundle of essays on the living room coffee table, Camilla went to the kitchen to fix herself a glass of Jim Beam and Coke. Then she went back into the living room, sat on her chair, and turned on the TV. She turned the channel to CBC’s The National. That night, Dr. Singh was debating with a member of the Green Party.



“I suspect that the roots of this government corruption go back many years before the rise of the Green Party,” Singh said calmly to his incredulous host and sneering Green opponent. “By promoting a policy of divide and conquer, the Greens–with their friends in the media, the banks, big business, and the army–have kept the masses distracted, too distracted to pay attention to the political issues that matter.”



“Oh, really?” asked the host in a more than skeptical tone. “And what would this ‘divide and conquer’ policy involve?”



“That is easily explained,” Singh said. “The political Left and Right are portrayed in the media as irreconcilable opposites, hopelessly hostile to each other; and yet it makes little difference which party is voted into office–be they Tories or Liberals, or in America, Democrats or Republicans–for basically the same kind of government rules the country, a statist, intrusive government that’s demanding of high taxes, which are spent in dubious ways. The Greens are no different. Similarly, the sexes are divided, and taught to hate each other. Girls are taught in the media that men are the source of all of women’s woes; and, forever addicted to sex through a bombardment of images of beautiful women in ads and pornography, men will always objectify women, and will always be embittered by female rejection. The people are thus distracted with hostility and an endless pursuit of pleasure, while the Greens move behind the scenes, insidiously rising in power.”



“You should write novels,” said the Green Party member.



“Indeed, you have an imagination that’s perfect for writing fiction,” added the host.



“Why am I not surprised to hear you agree with the Greens?” Singh said.



“Poor Ravinder,” said Camilla after taking a sip of her bourbon. “Still crazy and paranoid after all these years.”



Eros was waiting upstairs in his bedroom. Eager to have his mother again, he used Nigrovum to expand the feeling of fullness in her bladder, all the while doing it subtly enough so she wouldn’t suspect it was him making her feel the urge to urinate. She got up and went to the bathroom.



He went downstairs and into the living room with a Rohypnol tablet in his hand, as he had four days previously. He dropped it in her drink and went back up to his room.



Camilla again cleaned her vagina and anus in the shower after her pee. After that, she dried herself off, got dressed, and returned to the living room. She sat and gulped down the rest of her drink.



Ten minutes later, the already very tired woman almost lost consciousness, her feeble use of Nigrovum barely keeping her awake.



Eros came back down after changing his appearance to that of Brian, the boy she’d spontaneously stripped for in a Toronto strip joint thirteen years before. Eros’ skill with Nigrovum was so consummate that he knew every lover Camilla had ever had, without ever having met them. All he needed was psychic access to her memories, as well as access to Brian’s lust-energy, which always vibrated in the Nigrovum swimming in Camilla’s blood.



‘Brian’ appeared in the living room, standing before seated Camilla.



“Hi Camilla,” Eros said in Brian’s voice.



Recognizing the voice, half-awake Camilla looked up at the speaker, blinking and trying to focus on his face. She saw the walls of the burning mansion of her old dreams, a sight Eros was psychically providing, of course. “Brian? Is that you?” she asked.



“Yes, Camilla, it’s me,” Eros said.



“Hi, sweetie,” she slurred. “I’m d-dreaming again, right?”



“Yes,” he said.



“And you’re not m-mad at me, like those other vengeful ghosts?”



“Not at all. I forgive you for passing Nigrovum into me, and I love you, even though the Nigrovum killed me.”



“You’re so adorable. I don’t know whether to be your lover or your mommy.”



“Be both? Please?” Eros asked.



“Sure, but you are a naughty little boy, aren’t you, Brian?” she said.



“Yes, I am.”



“OK, let’s fuck.”



She stood up, and they, facing each other, began to undress. She unzipped her tight-fitting red dress at the back, pulled the top of it off her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor, revealing her pink lace bra and panties. Pulling down his shorts, Eros already felt his hard-on poking a bulge in his underwear.



He was breathing heavily as he pulled off his shirt while watching his mother unhook her bra and take it off with a grin and a carefree wiggle of her big tits. He pulled down his underwear at the same time that she pulled down her panties, revealing his pointy erection as she revealed her black pubic hair. Now mother and son were both nude, their eyes feasting on each other’s bodies, even though she didn’t recognize him, since he’d changed from his original, giant form.



She got on the floor on all fours with her legs spread wide and her ass pushed out, showing off her pussy and asshole. Eros was salivating at the sight, hoping his mother would one day be just as brazen before him, without him needing to disguise himself. He got down on his knees and put his face between her buttocks. He gave her asshole one long, passionate kiss, as if it were her lips; then he began licking her vulva with long, inclusive licks, leaving not one millimetre of her external genitals untasted. She moaned softly from the sensations of his cunning, lingering tongue.



After that, his tongue flickered and vibrated against the wrinkles of her asshole. He worshipped every inch of his mother’s divine body; though she’d cleaned herself thoroughly not twenty minutes before this encounter, he wouldn’t have minded sniffing and licking her even if she’d still had a faecal odour there. He was more than willing to show her his unswerving devotion, for to him, even her natural smells were still divine.



He went back to licking her cunt, sliding his tongue inside and tickling its tip against her tingling G-spot. She sighed out loud in high pitches, coming closer and closer to orgasm. As he kept licking, he couldn’t stop thinking, This is where I came from, this shrine, this Holy of Holies. I want to worship this sacred space, by giving it pleasure.



After another minute or so of receiving his licks, she came in his wide-open mouth. Knowing through his use of Nigrovum exactly when she’d come, he’d opened his mouth just in time to receive all of her cooze without missing a single drop. Indeed, none stained the carpet.



Now he straightened up and aimed his hard cock at her pussy. He slid it in, him grunting and her squealing two octaves higher. When he’d pushed it all the way in, poking at her A-spot, she screamed in whistle register and came all over his cock and balls. The excess dripped all over the carpet.



Oh, well, he thought as he continued fucking her doggy-style; I’ll have a mess to clean up after all. Continuing his aggressive thrusts and making her come again and again an average of one orgasm every five pokes, he thought about how she was his one and only link to humanity. Only her motherhood kept him from being a complete freak; only her motherhood gave him a chance to be like other people. Though he was glad Nigrovum had given her the power to conceive him without a father, he still wished he wasn’t half alien. He wished he was the product of only her divine body.



“Do you…love Mommy, Brian?” she asked in high-pitched squeals. “Ah!”



“Yes, Mamma,” he groaned. “Always, and forever. Unh!”



She came again, that time her tenth since his cock had gone inside her. The carpet had a lake of come on it. He pulled his cock out slowly, making her sigh with pleasure at the electrifying sensation of his shaft touching her vaginal walls.



“Oh, thank you, baby,” she moaned when it came out. “Since you…demeaned yourself…for me…way back then, many years ago, dressing up…in women’s clothes…as my priest, and receiving anal…from my gay friends,…I want to…give you back…my love. Wanna fuck…my ass?”



“Oh, yes!” Eros said. “Thank you, my Mother Goddess!”



Since she was too disoriented from the Rohypnol to be able to use Nigrovum any more than to keep herself from falling asleep, he used his powers to lubricate her anus and rectum, instead of her doing it. Within seconds, she was perfectly lubed and ready to receive his cock. Not wanting to hurt his mother, he pushed it in her asshole gently and slowly, grunting and groaning as it went in, inch by thrilling inch.



When he had his cock all the way in, he gently pulled out half-way and pushed back in, loving the tightness of her squeezing anal lips around his happy shaft. He reached forward and cupped her breasts in his hands, gently squeezing them and pinching the nipples. She sighed at his sensitive touch.



The tightness of her asshole was giving him a new thrill that made fucking her pussy seem almost boring in comparison, and he could feel himself nearing orgasm.



“I love you, Mamma,” he moaned before finally ejaculating inside her rectum. “Oh!”



He pulled his cock out of her ass, and lay on his side next to her where none of her come had yet soiled the carpet. She remained on all fours, as she had been when the sex had begun. They took a minute or two to catch their breath.



“Did you…enjoy that, baby?” she asked him.



“It was…incredible,” he moaned. “You are…so beautiful, Mamma.”



“Thanks, sweetie. I shouldn’t have…made you wear…women’s clothes…back then. That was…excessive.”



“Oh, I don’t mind,” he said, still pretending to be Brian. In too much of an ecstasy to be careful with his lying, he then said, “I remember getting Emily to buy me girls’ clothes, and wearing them for you; but you didn’t like me dressed that way, and made me change back into boy’s clothes.” Suddenly, he remembered that that wasn’t something Brian had done, but something he, as a six-year-old boy, had once done. A shock of fear shot through him, and Camilla vaguely sensed his fear with what little psychic power she could consciously feel. Not wanting her to suspect anything, he quickly put the memory out of his mind, got up, and began cleaning the area.



Again, he lapped up all of her come off the carpet, using Nigrovum to keep the lint and dirt from going in his mouth while getting the carpet so clean that it would soon be as dry as if it had never been soiled by her come. With her come inside him, he had more of her humanity inside him. With his come inside her, she had more of him inside her; their identities were slowly psychically merging.



She soon gave in to the Rohypnol and lost consciousness. Now it was safe for him to change back into his original form: giant, black-haired, black-eyed, and pale-skinned. He picked her up and carried her upstairs to her bedroom. He lay her on the bed and covered her with the blankets. Then he put her clothes in the laundry as he had the last time.



After that, he went to bed himself, thinking about what he’d done that night. Yes, Mother, he thought. I satisfied you a second time, even better, I think, than I had the first time. I am truly becoming the best lover you’ve ever had. If only I could tell you. Soon enough, you’ll know; and with the new powers I’ve acquired from Nigrovum, you’ll be able to relive what you now don’t remember; then you’ll have the proof, that I’m the one and only lover who can truly satisfy you, in ways that no other man–or woman–could ever do. Then you’ll have to accept me as your lover. I’m no baby, Mamma: I’m a man, and you’ll know how much of a man from the feeling of my cock inside you.



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The Camilla of two months later felt more of Eros’ energy–and power–in the Nigrovum in her blood. Indeed, she was reliving what the Rohypnol had made her forget, seeing through his ‘Brian’ disguise. Though the sex was indeed some of the best she’d ever had, she could never feel good about how he was shaming her, and himself.



She could only keep hoping that his powers would help her find a way to deliver her from the masked men.

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