Strictly Taboo, page 17
“ ’Twill be all right, little one,” he murmured. “Verily, I could never hurt you.”
Her eyes flew open. For the first time it dawned on her that she could understand what he was saying. And, she thought bewilderedly, he wasn’t speaking English by any stretch of the imagination. “H-How . . .”
“Thy blood is in me.” He bent his head and sipped at her neck again, causing her to gasp. “And mine in you,” he murmured.
His gaze narrowed, eyelids heavy. He grabbed his thick penis by the root, placing the head near her hole. His jaw clenched.
“Vorah.”
Nancy gasped as he impaled her, seating himself to the hilt. He groaned as he ground his cock into her, his jugular vein bulging.
It hadn’t killed her after all.
“Oh, my,” she breathed out, her back arching.
“Vorah,” he ground out, sweat dotting his brow, “I’ve the need to impregnate you, little one.”
Vorah—Bloodmate.
The human equivalent to wife.
Oh, lord.
Nancy gazed up at the gigantic male whose flesh had fully penetrated hers and was surprised by the array of emotions she felt just looking at him. It worried her really, for it meant that not only had her body been pre-programmed to need him, but her heart had been as well. But pre-programmed by whom? By what? She sighed, very confused.
Vorik stroked into her flesh slowly, the look of rapture on his face heady enough to tug at Nancy’s heartstrings. She closed her eyes briefly, opening them on a sigh, the poignant feeling of being his first lover doing a tap dance on her emotions, and her libido. She actually found herself wishing that she knew what to call him.
Vorik, he answered in her mind. Thy Bloodmate.
Their eyes met. Nancy nibbled at her lower lip as her reticence dissolved.
“I’m Nancy,” she whispered.
Vorik slid in and out of her, groaning as he slowly mounted her. “Nawncy,” he ground out. He held her thighs apart with his large hands, his hips rotating in between them as he thrust into her flesh.
She gasped, her nipples hardening.
Vorik bent his head to her chest, his tongue darting out to curl around one jutting nipple. Nancy moaned loudly. His tongue was rough like a cat’s, the gentle sandpaper sensation sending tremors zinging through her. He sucked on her nipple for a long time while he slowly thrust into her. Wet and aroused, she could hear her pussy making sucking sounds with each of his outstrokes.
He flicked at her nipple with his tongue, then raised his dark head. “Are you ready for more, beautiful one?” Vorik murmured.
“Yes,” she gasped, her hips arching up to meet his thrusts.
He closed his eyes and picked up the pace, pumping into her flesh in deep, wild strokes, moaning and groaning the entire time. Sweat broke out onto his forehead. The muscles in his arms clenched and corded. His teeth gritted as he rode her into oblivion, never wanting the sensations to end.
Nancy watched his face the entire time, gasping as he took her. It was a heady feeling, owning the first pussy a man ever fucked. The expression on his face was indescribable in its intensity. He looked delirious with pleasure, yet she could tell from the way his jaw was clenched as he rocked in and out of her that he was doing his damnedest to keep from reaching orgasm. He wanted the euphoria to last. He never wanted to stop mounting her.
She moaned when he rode her harder, his hips pistoning faster and faster between her thighs. She could hear her flesh sucking him in, trying to hold on to his cock every time he rocked back and forth.
“Aye,” she heard him growl.
His eyes were closed, as if concentrating intently on the feel of her cunt. Vorik mounted her mercilessly, holding back nothing. He took her harder and faster, deeper and more ferociously. Over and over, again and again.
Nancy gasped as incisors sliced cleanly into her neck. She came instantly, screaming as she threw her hips back at him, meeting his every possessive thrust.
Vorik gorged on his Bloodmate with a growl, feeding on her blood as he stuffed his stiff cock inside of her. He moaned and groaned throughout every last orgasm, allowing her as much pleasure as he could, taking from her as much pleasure as he could.
He wouldn’t be able to touch her whilst she incubated so he wanted the moment to last forever, but knew that soon the deed would be fully done.
When she came again, writhing and moaning, throwing her hips at him like a wanton, he could take no more torture. She wasn’t of his breed and mayhap wouldn’t know that it was time to be one with him. He raised a finger to his neck, a single fingernail spiking up. Nostrils flaring, he nicked open his jugular and lowered it to her.
She drank of him, became one with him, never thought to deny him. He roared at the euphoric sensations swamping him, the feeling akin to never-ending orgasmic release. She was his now; he had branded her.
Only when Vorik knew the deed was done, when he was certain she’d drank enough of him to evolve, did he allow himself the final, harsh release. Realizing as he did that he would not get to make love to her for a sennight, he glutted on her blood and cunt as long as ’twas possible, hedonistically enjoying every sip, every thrust.
“Vorah.”
He came on a loud roar, his eyes crimson with passion, with possession. The orgasm went on and on and on, ’til finally his man sac had been emptied of all seed.
When it was over, when both of their breathing returned to normal, Vorik smiled down at her, his expression worshipful.
“Many thanks, little one,” he murmured. “ ’Twas more bliss than I can say.”
Nancy grinned. “You weren’t too bad your—”
Her eyes rounded. She gasped as she felt her breath slowly leave her body.
“Vorik,” she panted, “what the . . .”
“You are evolving, my love.” Vorik disentangled his body from Nancy’s so as not to impede the process. He smiled. “ ’Twill be but one sennight in the cocoon.”
Oooookay. So maybe she’d let things go just a bit too far.
I know you didn’t just say what I think you just said!
Aye, my love, I did.
You’ve got to be joking! And stop talking into my mind! Arrrg!
“A c-cocoon?” Nancy cried out. Gasping for air, she rolled onto her side, noticing for the first time that a web was forming around her hands—a thick web of sticky material. “Oh my God!”
She screamed, trying to bat the web away with her hands, but it was growing and thickening, and climbing up her arms. “Help me!” she screamed, jumping up to her feet. She gasped as more air left her lungs, then she fell to her knees.
Calm thyself, vorah.
No!
She could have sworn she heard him grunt in her mind.
Nancy watched in dawning horror as the web made its way up her arms and began encasing her fully, all the way down to her toes. Unable to scream from a lack of oxygen in her lungs, she cried out mentally, rolling her body to the far side of the nest.
Vorik came after her, apparently not wanting her to harm her cocoon. “Vorah!” he commanded her. “Calm thyself and quit moving anon!”
But Nancy was delirious, wild, frantic. She rolled farther, and Vorik stepped closer. The nest teetered and swayed.
“Vorah!”
Cold terror knifed through her as the nest collapsed and she began plummeting toward the ground at bloodcurdling speed. She bypassed winged animals, mountain peaks, and—oh God—a mountain base, as she plummeted down, down, down, down . . .
She was almost completely encased, nothing but her eyes showing as the cocoon turned over so Nancy could see up instead of down.
Vorik.
He was coming after her, swooping down from the heavens.
But he was no longer a man.
Silver body. Silver wings. Fangs. Crimson eyes.
Nancy silently screamed as the cocoon encased her fully, her last conscious thought before her breath entirely left her that the man she’d just made love to was a gargoyle.
And worse yet, he had turned her into one, too.
Vorik swooped down and caught the vorah-sac in his arms, careful not to snag it with his teeth as was the automatic instinct possessed by his kind when in kor-tar form. But then usually when one was descending upon a body ’twas as a predator seizing prey so he cared not whether his fangs ripped through the animal’s flesh. Since this was the cocoon of his evolving Bloodmate, however, he cared mightily.
He cradled the vorah-sac in his arms, cautious of her delicate state at all times. She was defenseless just now, unable to protect herself whilst she incubated, and so ’twas her Bloodmate she depended upon at this time for safety more so than she ever would again.
When Nancy awoke, he knew the metabolic changes within would cause her to be as deadly as was he—mayhap even more so—for he’d never heard tell of a species of predators in any dimension where the female wasn’t deadlier than the male. Mayhap ’twas to compensate for the fact that she would be much smaller than a lot of the species of prey they would stalk together throughout their seven lifetimes.
There were many characteristics that the barbarians of Khan-Gor shared with other predators, the most fundamental one the difference between the genders. Although Nancy would be gifted with the ability to kill attackers and seize prey in many deadly ways that Vorik could not, she would never be able to best her own Bloodmate—never.
Vorik smiled at that thought, thinking the gods showed much in the way of smarts. Verily, if the deadly female was able to bring down the male she had mated with, then males would be killed off left and right, mayhap every time their vorahs got into a temper. Since Bloodmates mated for life, ’twould be foolhardy of nature to allow for such, for the predator populace would die out and those lower on the foodchain would become too great in numbers.
And so it had come to pass through the long process of evolution that the Khan-Gori male was possessed of two gifts the female was not: whilst in animal form his silver skin was impenetrable from puncture wounds dealt by a Bloodmate, and whilst in either form he could mesmerize his Bloodmate should he so desire it. Those two attributes, working in conjunction with his larger, fiercer size, gave the Khan-Gori male eternal dominion over his deadly wife.
Vorik dismissed his stray thoughts as he scanned the grounds and mountain passes for a safe place to make camp ’til the sennight of incubation had passed and his Bloodmate emerged from her cocoon. He couldn’t chance flying all the way back to F’al Vader lands this way with her in his arms, for if a rival predator made battle with him, he would be forced to choose between dropping the vorah-sac to fight, which would kill Nancy in the process, or allowing himself to be killed by a male from another pack. Since Vorik would choose to die with his Bloodmate rather than drop her, he knew ’twould mean death to them both.
His crimson eyes located an empty cavern below that his visual acuity told him was not currently being inhabited. He swooped down to make haste toward it, realizing as he did from years’ worth of hunting that the cavern was nestled within neutral lands unclaimed by any pack. ’Twould do.
Vorik snarled, a warning to weaker lifeforms below that did they wish to see the next morn, they would clear out the cavern immediately and stay gone until he and his Bloodmate left it behind. His acute hearing picked up the vibrations of scampering feet and, verily, by the time he arrived with his vorah-sac and had shape-shifted to humanoid form, all signs of life were long gone.
Vorik carried Nancy into the ice-coated cavern, his Bloodmate securely cradled in his arms. After a week of unwavering diligence, he could return to his pack, his vorah in tow.
Chapter 6
One week later
Nancy’s breath came back in a rush, her lungs heaving and expelling a huge gush of air. Crimson eyes flew open and fangs exploded from her gums as she instinctively sought out her Bloodmate. In a behavior pattern that had genetically been programmed into her during the incubation period, she exploded from the cocoon with a fierce roar, able to do so by a lining of deadly spikes that jutted out of the skin cells on her forearms.
Unable to think of anything save the need for Vorik’s nearness, and voraciously aroused after having not mated during the entire week she’d been cocooned, Nancy flew at top speed out of the cavern, her heightened sense of smell detecting that Vorik was a mile off, somewhere in the vicinity of the mouth of the icy riverbed below.
The scent of him aroused her further, inducing her nipples to harden and her belly to knot in anticipation of being mounted. The moment her Bloodmate saw her descending upon him, his lips formed a snarl as he shape-shifted into kor-tar form and took flight toward her.
Their silver bodies came together in a midair clash, and Vorik immediately sank his teeth into her neck. Nancy gasped at the arousal, her need to be impregnated by the large male too instinctual to resist him. That he now looked like a gargoyle, that he was fanged and winged and his eyes were crimson—all of these things her earthly memory cells were wary of, but the need to be impregnated was too pressing to pay them much heed.
As her Bloodmate lowered them to the ground with a fierce growl, then forced her bodily onto her hands and knees, she could think of nothing—nothing—but being fucked. It was as if she’d never been human, as if her body harbored no memories of an existence before she’d emerged from the cocoon.
Vorik entered her from behind on a dangerous growl, his thick, swollen penis impaling her warm flesh in one thrust. She hissed at his roughness, glancing over her shoulder to snarl at him. He growled in response, then nipped at her shoulder with his teeth to show her who was in control. He pounded into her cunt from behind and she yipped in response, whimpering like a puppy that’d had her tail stepped on at the chastisement.
Vorik immediately soothed her, his tongue darting out to lap at her shoulder while he kept up his steady tempo of thrusts. Nancy gasped in pleasure, then began to mate with him, throwing her hips back at him to increase the friction and the deepness.
Aye, little one, she heard a hoarse voice in her mind say. I’ve missed thy presence sorely. Fuck me with that sweet cunt.
She did as he bade her, throwing her flesh back at him, moaning and groaning as he pounded into her body, hissing with ecstasy as his sharp fingernails dug into the flesh of her hips. She didn’t understand why the sensation of his fingernails piercing her skin felt so good, only knew that it did. It was like a sensual massage, akin to the way it would feel if her clitoris was being rubbed.
His tight balls slapped against her flesh while he possessively slammed in and out her. Nancy burst on a growl, her wet flesh contracting as she came.
The orgasm was a thousand times stronger than anything she’d experienced as a human. She moaned and groaned, writhed and twisted, as Vorik continued to impale her over and over, again and again.
Nancy wanted him to come. Her womb contracted with feverish desperation.
Vorik . . .
She could sense he was coming. Every egg in her uterus tingled.
I wish it to last, he mentally bellowed. His teeth gritted. I wish it to—ahh, gods.
Vorik exploded on a reverberating roar, the feeling of her pussy contracting around his cock forcing him into it. He had heard tell that a Bloodmate’s cunt could suck a Khan-Gori male’s staff dry, but not until now did he know that the gossip was true.
Verily, her flesh squeezed him in a series of intense contractions until he could withstand no more, until he was roaring and growling from the pleasure of it. Vorik pounded into her wet flesh twice more, then clawed her hips to force her into peaking with him as he emptied his seed deep inside her.
They fucked for three more hours. Vorik became more animalistic with each mating, drinking her blood to heighten the delirious ecstasy, scratching at her hips to make her tremor and convulse around his cock.
He took her with the violence of his species, primal in a way he could never be whilst she was in her humanoid form. Only one time during the entire mating did she snarl at him to get off her, and that was only after she’d been effectually impregnated with a pup and wanted some rest. Vorik, a virgin just a week ago, wanted more and more and more of her pussy, refusing to stop until he burst again and again inside her.
When Nancy protested with a growl, his answering roar of denial followed by a sharp nick to the shoulder silenced her. Obediently, she pressed one side of her face to the ground and hoisted her hips up further that he might root in her as deeply and as much as he desired.
Vorik grunted in satisfaction, a snort of male arrogance puncturing the night as he impaled her flesh over and over again with his. Amidst a mating frenzy, he pummeled her roughly, mounting her for another solid hour, spurting seed into her flesh more times than either of them could count.
When finally he was sated, when his balls were drained of all seed, Vorik curled his gargantuan-sized body around hers, and they prepared to sleep together that way, still in kor-tar form so that the icy elements around them had no negative effect.
Nancy grunted, wanting closer contact.
Vorik slid his penis into her from behind, that both of them had the constant contact they craved.
They fell asleep, two Bloodmates bound together in every way possible.
Chapter 7
Nancy awoke the next morning in humanoid form. Vorik’s body, still in kor-tar form, was curled around her, thwarting the icy chill of the landscape from adversely affecting her. Without his skin emitting constant, toasty-warm heat, she guessed she’d be dead in the matter of an hour. She shivered at the thought, then snuggled up closer to him as a matter of self-preservation.
Nancy worried her bottom lip as she realized for the first time that Vorik was still in his gargoyle form. She’d seen him that way last night, but last night she had looked at him through the eyes of a similar predator. This morning, right now, she found herself afraid to get her first good look at him through a human’s eyes, for when she did she would know precisely what it was she had evolved into.
