"Megan! I'm Megan. Oh, and this is Christy." Megan moved to place herself between Christy and Fererro, taking the offered drink and sipping it as she smiled back at him. Christy, for her part, stood there uncomfortably for a short time while Megan and this strange new man chatted back and forth, becoming very friendly with each other. Suddenly Megan and Fererro began to walk off together. Christy grabbed Megan's arm, earning a rather annoyed flushed look from Megan."Hey! Where are you going? Aren't we supposed to wait for the guys?""We're just going to talk for a minute, I'll be right back!"---Before Megan knew it, she and Fererro were in a dark bedroom, where the sounds of the party were just a dull incoherent rumble outside. She took another sip of her drink, feeling h
Much to his pleasure and surprise, steaming hot delicious milk was squirting into his mouth, the tastiest, most satisfying milk he had ever tasted, like nothing else he knew. While she held him to her bosom, he sucked and sucked, beginning to bite harder and harder on her nipple as he demanded more and more of the wonderful hot milk. She pulled him off of her with a grunt, only to pull him down onto the other breast, where he pulled and bit, while pinching and squeezing the other nipple, causing excess milk to spill all over their bodies, coating them in the slippery white stuff.Once again Ben was pulled off of those wonderful breasts, and before he could protest, Sheanna was on her knees, squeezing her own nipples and squirting milk all over his cock before squeezing her breasts together around his slippe
"I don't want to... what are you... no.. not there... oh yesss... please stop... mooore..." Her emotions were a muddled collision of confused signals, her initial desire to get out of there, her rapidly increasing arousal, not helped at all by Fererro's skilled and unusually long tongue working its way around in her nether regions, hitting every sweet spot she didn't know she had. Her protests became weaker and weaker, as her willpower crumbled like so many sand castles before a tidal wave of lust."No... please... I gumphh--" Whatever she was about to say was cut off as Fererro's lance dove down through her mouth and into her throat in one smooth motion. Goodness, she thought, that thing is huge! It had to easily be a foot or more in length,
Jezebel’s POVI could taste him in the back of my throat, blood more than human like candy on my tongue. His otherness rode the air before him, spilling through the doorway as he paused, taking in the shadowed commons. His eyes were hidden in mirrored shades, but the very stillness of his body said he was searching the crowd, seeking. I sat back a bit farther from the light, that simple movement drawing his attention. My breath quickened. I felt the weight of his gaze as something soft yet heady, a brush of fire across my cheek. I shivered a little, something low in my belly curling with the promise of hot dark things.I slid my eyes away from him, afterimage burning while I sipped Irish cream. Their wasn't anything particular about his appearance, a handsome man of normal coloring, but the crawl of power when he walked in the door was a tide of energy to prickle the skin of the wary. He likely gave psychics a fit.Somethi
I blinked, frowning, but he wasn't looking at me. Rocko almost snarled but swallowed it, shooting me a look that promised violence. I dipped my head playfully and kicked him under the table. Rocko managed not to glare at either of us, but it was an effort. I reached for his near empty glass with a mewing sound and rose, giving my hair a little flip to slide down my back, and moved for the bar. I felt their eyes following me, a soft touch down my spine, and had to still a shiver.I nodded to Barry, handing over the glass and waiting for the refill. I really didn't want to hear whatever price was set, as I didn't trust myself not to start laughing. I did wonder where he'd gotten the idea from. If Barry was letting the flesh trade go on under his nose, I certainly hadn't heard about it. I'd let Rocko keep the money, as I had no interest in it, though it would look as though I was rentable. I'd correct the next that thought so, but just this on
He held himself better this time, though heat filled his eyes, pouring over my skin and curling low in my belly, drawing me tight with response. I turned myself, sinuous and sleek, peering up at him through a curtain of my hair, arching my back as I posed. He licked his lips again and I laughed, rolling a bit like a kitten in laundry, waiting for his direction.He drank me in again, as though burning me in his mind, and shuddered. The quality of his power changed, moved over my skin with a purpose, those unseen hands beginning a light tug at my hair, seeming to move my clothes. I sighed, sliding to the edge of the bed. He might be to shy to say it, but his intent was clear enough. Had I been feeling generous, I would comply, but something still bothered me about him. He was still trying to hide from me, and that drew my catty nature. I assumed a bored pose and raised a brow, banished anything but inquiry from my face. He frowned
I was still a bit shaken, but didn't believe I was in any real danger, which might have been foolish, but didn't change the situation. I looked to the bed, wrinkled by my wallowing, and let it ground me. I then turned back to him and let heat fill my eyes. My body did still want him, and that was all I needed to think about. I made the mewing sound I had used to calm Rocko, and that turned the creature's head back, his eyes wide and puzzled. I stretched myself before him, rolling my body in a display of my own, showing muscles in places humans simply didn't have. Heat flared his eyes inhuman again and that almost growl spilled from his lips. He reached for me, but stopped himself, his hands working empty air, his power filling the room like a furnace. He wouldn't take that step, but his eyes begged me, raw with need, to come to him.I gave myself a moment, my breathing suddenly unsteady, and examined the wisdom of the situation I had put myself in. That he d
Aithusa’s POVI did not know what I was going to say to Hannabelle when she came back but this was serious news for the business and even though I had told Adriel that I was going to be talking to my boss…Sorry!! You guys might get confused at this point of time. Jared Alvin, the author, his original name is Adriel, cool name huh!!He writes under pen name but he had implored me that his name be not told to anyone. And since he had promised that he was going to sign the new book personally and then give it to me, the first copy, I had agreed to keep it a secret. Hannabelle came in her office and looked at me and said,” I am not in a good mood, succubus, if there is something better that you have to say then you should be doing it now.”I gulped once. She was calling me succubus, that did not mean a good thing.
Aithusa’s POVIn this job I've seen it over and over, a corpse is a corpse unless someone who loved them enters the room. That's when the atmosphere changes, when the clean up crew starts to feel the trauma. Mostly they deal with it later in macabre humour - the hit and run victim is "roadkill" and the stabbing victim is a "pin cushion." It isn't that they don't care, more that they have to find a way to do their job and still function as spouses and parents...I went directly to the crime scene as Mac had told me. He had said that this was no a scene that everyone could tolerate, so I had to be pretty strong enough internally to take on the scene and then begin my investigation. I already knew who or what had done this crime, and even though I had no lead on how they were on earth when they should be in the bowels of hell being torn apart for eternity by hell hounds. But I was not going to tell