Had a family emergency last week that prevented me form posting the hump. But I am here to make up for that lack now! g* A Stephanie Burke Classic! *g*


Alphabetical Order

He said that he was going to love me alphabetically.
I had known him for years and it was quite a shock to learn that he felt that way about me, for you see, I had always attracted to him.
I was surprised to see him standing at my desk before the long holiday weekend, but I was even more surprised by what he said.
“I have wanted you forever,” he purred, eyes at half-mast.  “The time has come for us to stop playing games.  I know that you want me too.  It’s time that we both take what we want.”  He lapped at his lower lip slowly, letting me see his tongue play the fullness there, then he was gone.
I had the rest of the day to think about what he said.  It was hard to concentrate on my work.  I wondered what he had meant by his words.  What did he plan to do?  And then I got the fax.
“I’m going to love you alphabetically, from A to Z.  There is nothing to stop us and no one will know.  A is for adoration.”
There was no name, but I knew whom it was from.
I grabbed my briefcase and left early for home.  Anticipation caused my blood to thicken and my mouth to go dry.  Nerves caused a strange fluttering in my stomach and my hands to lightly tremble.  I don’t know how I managed it, but I drove home without incident, not noticing the heat of the traffic, and headed straight for my shower.
I really wanted this, wanted him.  Had I not, I would have put him in his place with a few choice words before firing him.  But the fact that I was in the shower preparing myself for his visit was an acknowledgment of sorts.  It calmed the butterflies in my stomach and I began to enjoy the preparations that I usually reserved for readying myself for a lover.
I felt the steam of the hot water entering my pores and inhaled the light musk smell of my body wash.
It reminded me of the scents of wild desire, of demanding sex, of male skin.  The sensuous feel of the rich lather on my sponge caused my nipples to harden into straining peaks as I gently washed my breasts.  The thought of his hands there, or perhaps his mouth, caused me to shiver and moan at my own lust-filled thoughts.  The sound echoed off of the slippery shower walls and increased the sensuous atmosphere in my shower stall.
I ran the sponge over the soft roundness of my thighs and imagined his lips following a trail of fire to my most secret self, of a slim masculine waist trapped between their subtle strength, of the rocking pounding motions of his body as they thrust savagely into me, and of the feel of sweat dampened skin ridding high between those thighs.
I closed my eyes and another low moan, my moan, filled the moist walls with the sounds of desire, unfulfilled.
With a shudder, I turned off the shower and began to oil my damp body.  I owe the softness of my skin to baby oil, and I use lit liberally.  As the warm oil glided across my heated skin, I could only wonder what adoration I would be subjected to.  I stood in my bathroom and flet the heated oil awaken my nerve endings as it slowly ran down my body, leaving my skin glistening and soft.  I trailed a stream of the fragrant stuff over my breasts, watching it roll downward between them, coating my stomach, dipping into my navel, and sliding through the thin patch of trimmed hair that shielded my feminine lips form view.
After lovingly massaging the oil into every pour, I bent low to rub my legs, relishing the softness of my skin, readying them for a lovers caress, his grip, his tongue, and anything else he wanted to rub along their length.
That task completed, I looked into my mirror and nodded at what I saw.  Not perfect, but damn perfect for me, and apparently him as well.
No sooner had I donned my robe, the doorbell rang.
Feigning a calmness that I didn’t feel, I walked down the stairs and opened the front door, not letting on that the sound of the bell caused my heart to jump and a flash of liquid desire to rush through my body.
He walked in, hair still damp from a shower of his own, long black hair tied in a tail, carrying a small sports bag.  I was only able to stare wide-eyed and trembling as he stalked through my front door like an animal hot on the scent of its prey.
Like a charmed creature, my eyes followed his movements, noting the sensual walk and how his pants hugged his buns.
Without a word, he closed the door with a flick of his wrist, grasped my hand, and led me to the living room.
A large wall of windows that offers a spectacular view of Baltimore’s Inner Harbor dominates my living room.  It was just before sunset and it was to those very windows that he led me.  The room was awash with purples and pinks of sundown as he slowly pulled the tie to my robe.
“I adore your body,” he whispered to me as my robe slithered open to my nakedness, which was now being kissed by the twilight colors.  “I adore your boldness,” he murmured as the robe slid from my shoulders to pool at my bare feet.
I stood there proudly, as befitting my nature, and buzzing with anticipation as I wondered what he would do next, or if I even wanted to guess.
“I adore the way you look at me,” he whispered as he stood before me, dropping his bag to the floor.  He pulled his shirt over his head, exposing the massive wall of muscle that was his chest, which tapered to a perfect V, and was covered with a light down of body hair as black as sin.
His arms were bulging with muscles and perfectly framed his beautiful chest.  A twinge of gold caught my eye and I could only gape at the small gold ring that pierced his left nipple.  Strangely, it aroused me to the point that I had to fight for breath and a small jolt of lust shot through my body like lightning.
“All of me,” he added as he unbuttoned his pants under my amazed gaze, “is for you.”
It was obvious that the picture of me in my nude glory affected him.  The evidence was straining to break free from it’s cloth confinement.
I stepped forward to help with its escape, but he shook his head no and I stood still.  As thrilling as it was for me to have him watch me nude, I wanted to see him in his natural state.  The piercing was a surprise and I impatiently wondered what else he had kept hidden from me, from the office, from the world.
I was not to wait long, for he ripped away the thong that held back his hair and kicked his shoes from his feet.  He took a step closer as he slowly lowered the zipper of those tailored pleated pants.  Again I caught my breath as the civilized gabardine slid down to reveal legs corded with muscles and abs that screamed to be nibbled and licked.  The light dusting of hair looked as soft as the long mane of hair upon his head.  It was a startling contrast, that soft down of hair on the whipcord steel of his muscles.
Only one barrier remained as he circled me quietly, as if recording my every feature, my every expression, in his mind.
“I adore the way you touch me,” he whispered from behind, into my right ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
“But I haven’t…” I managed in a voice raspy with desire.
“In my dreams,” he whispered in my left ear causing a similar reaction.
His hot moist breath caused me to shudder as it graced my sensitive ears.  The scent of him was better than anything that I could name.  The ends of his long hair brushed my shoulders and back, the cool dampness raising goosebumps as it glided over my skin.
He grasped my hands from behind, the shock of his fiery touch almost causing my knees to buckle.
“Touch me,” he commanded as he guided my hands over his sides to snag those tiny black briefs and together we edged them down.
I could not resist running my hands over those hard thighs, his hair tickling my palms and making my fingers itch to feel more.  His soft growl made me eager to turn and see the treasures that I had revealed.
His hands, those hard yet gentle hands, cupped my hips and pulled me back into the throbbing hardness of him.  Before my thoughts could register the sensations that were flowing through my body at his slightest touch, those burning hands slid around my waist to cradle my breasts.
My breath hissed from between my teeth and my head fell back to rest on his strong shoulder.  I felt a rush of desire so strong that it bordered on pain and caused my knees to buckle.  My fingers dug into the muscles of his thighs as his hands began to knead and pull at my erect nipples causing them to harden further.
“I adore the way you feel.” he rasped in my ear.  “The way you smell,” he ran his lips down the side of my neck.  “The way you taste,” he growled before he clamped his teeth down on the tender skin where shoulder and neck meet, sinking his teeth in sharply.  As I gasped, he lapped away the pleasure pain with a rough tongue, making my body arch further into his hands as he kneaded me firmly.
This was madness!  My head swirled with the feelings that he evoked within my body.  One hand left the beautiful agony that he had made of my breasts to travel a straight path to the crisp hair that guarded my innermost secrets.  His fingers tangled there, tugging slightly as his other hand began to pluck at my turgid nipple.
“I adore your heat,” he gasped as his fingers found my wetness caressed my hidden lips, stroked my hardened nub, the essence of my very being.
With a strangled cry, I turned to face him.  I had to touch him!  I had to feel his hard penis in my hands.  I needed to bury my face in his chest and inhale his smell.  I had to taste that banquet of male flesh and lick that damn nipple ring that had taunted me from across the room.
He took my mouth in a savage kiss, his tongue penetrating then mastering mine.  I whimpered as he devoured my mouth and moved his punishing kisses to my neck.
As these kisses dropped lower, he fell to his knees and the breast that he made throb were drawn into his hot greedy mouth.  I cried out at the wonderful sensation, my hands tangled into that long dark hair that I had longed to touch for so long.
But he pulled against my desperate grasp and his mouth traveled lower to nibble at my navel and lave the quivering flesh of my stomach.  Lower he licked, and then he paused to press his face into my stomach for a tender embrace, before he moved his mouth lower.
First I felt his breath, warm and moist.  Then his voice reached my ears.
“B is for brutal.  I’m going to love you, brutally.”
His mouth invaded my feminine core.  He nipped, he sucked, he licked, and my pleas for mercy fell on deaf ears.  My fingernails dug into the flesh of his shoulders as my knees buckled.  His arms caught me and lowered me to the carpeted floor.  Flashes, electric flashes, shot through my legs to the very heart of me.  I whimpered as tried to pull away.  It was too much too fast!  I had no control!
“C is for climax,” he growled before taking the seed of my desire into his mouth and he suckled, hard, all the while flicking and filtering with the tip of his tongue.
Like a flash fire, ecstasy drenched my body.  Charges of electricity centered on the nub of flesh that he expertly worked between his lips.  My inner muscles began to clench and spasm and still he suckled.  My body trembled and arched under his masterful tongue and obeyed his every command.  I threw back my head and shouted my pleasure to the very heavens as waves of hot release poured over me.  Finally this great explosion eased into small aftershocks, but still he gently bathed me with his tongue until they ceased.
Slowly he climbed up my body like some fierce wild eyed jungle cat, his lips drenched with my dew, his hair trailing fire as it brushed against my still trembling body.  He pressed his face close to mine and I could breath in his essence intermingled with mine.
“D is for devastation,” he purred just before he slammed his full length into me.
A shock of passion so hot filled me, my body bucked beneath his.  This change from tender lover to demanding master happened so swiftly, I barely had time to take it in!  His staff was so long and thick that there was barely an inch between us.  I could feel his devastating thrusts throughout my entire body.  A strangled cry was trapped in my throat as he lifted my legs over his shoulders and slid even deeper inside me.  I was throbbing, convulsing around him, and I wanted more.
His hammering thrusts took my breath and I clutched at his shoulders, his hair, trying to move him faster, harder, and deeper.  Then it happened.  A tingling heat coursed down my legs and shot to my toes.  The burning in my womanhood increased to almost painful levels.  I could only shake my head from side to side as a low throb settled in my nether regions.  The world tilted as my inner walls grabbed at him.  He groaned as they continued to milk him.  Like some great wild beast, he threw back his head and roared his release to the world.
The sight and sound of it sent me off again on my own enchanted journey.  This magnificent creature riding between my thighs trying to devastate me, was the devastated one.
He slowly lowered my legs and eased down beside me, pulling me to rest on his damp, heaving chest.
Recovering my breath, I lay there and toyed with his nipple ring rolling the warm metal between my fingers.  His gentle laugh caused me to look up at him.  Small locks of ebony hair stuck to his damp forehead and a light flush highlighted his dark skin.
“What is E for?” I cautiously asked.
His recovery was almost instant!
“E is for erogenous zones,” he replied as he took my hand and pressed it firmly against his pierced nipple.  At his prompting, I flicked the little gold ring and reveled in his gasp of renewed pleasure.  Soon I was tugging and rolling the ring and he urged me to do more.  Tentatively, I straddled his damp body and bent my head to that little golden treat.
“Yes!” he hissed as I flicked the tip of my tongue over his nipple.  He threw his head back exposing his neck as I took that loop of gold between my teeth and lightly pulled.
Desperately his hands sought my head to pull me closer to the stinging pleasure that I was giving him.  Those fingers massaged and coaxed me into licking away his slight pain before I began to trail my nails over his washboard stomach.  I wanted to see him beneath me, being dominated by me.  I wanted to make him beg.
I reversed my position on his chest so that I could see the massive tumescence that had brought me to such high peaks.  And there, surrounded by a thin down of baby fine hair, was my joystick.  He was long and thick and I could wrap both of my hands around him and still not fully cover his length.  He gasped and I wondered how he was able to fit all of himself inside of me.  The skin was the softest that I have ever felt.  It was hot and sticky with our combined essence, a startling contrast to the hardness that it encased.  Even as I watched, it seemed to throb and grow still another inch.  Unable to help myself, I lowered my head and took him into my mouth, gently cupping his sack in my hand.
His body bucked under mine before his strong hands gripped my hips and pulled me back into his waiting mouth.  I squealed as I felt him again exploring my sensitive depts.  Then I suckled him in earnest as he took my throbbing pleasure pearl between those soft lips and pulled.  We worked each other into a frenzy and again I cried out as one sure finger entered me to torment me from inside.
“F is for fuck!” he cried before he pulled free from my hungry mouth, rose up behind me and slammed himself home.
I spread my thighs further apart as he loomed over me, humping me with powerful strokes.  His hands pulled my hips higher and I instinctively lowered my chest to give him more access.  I moaned as his thrusts set my nerve endings on fire.  The sounds of our impassioned cries swirled around the room.  We had lost control.  I begged and pleaded with him for more.  I ignored the carpet burning my knees and relished the feel of his sac slapping against my bottom.  I was lifter higher and higher until in one moment of perfect stillness, I exploded through the sun and plunged back to earth.  I did not hear his roar of fulfillment, but I felt it deep within my being.
“F is good,” I gasped as he pulled me to his side and surrounded me with his masculine heat.
“I am glad that you approve,” his deep voice rumbled in my ear.
And so it continued throughout the night.  G was for G spot, which he found and manipulated with his fingers until I cried out for release.
H was for hot.  Hot like the melted wax from the scented candles that he produced from his bag, which we dripped all over each other and cooled with the gentle brush of lips and tongues.
I was for the ice that we slipped into hidden creases and let the heat from our bodies slowly melt.
J was for jelly.  His favorite was strawberry.  I was his bread and was thoroughly coated before he lovingly licked every drop from my weeping core.
K was for kinky.  I tied him up on my bed and tormented him with light teasing scratches until he begged for mercy.
L was for licks.  He gave me a tongue bath from toes to ears.  I returned the favor.
M was for massage.  He rubbed my body with baby oil, smoothing out the kinks that our straining bodies had caused.
N was for nibble.  He nipped at my body from every angle and of course, I couldn’t resist nipping him back.
O was for orgasm.  He gave me so many that I passed out.
P was for pussy.  He gave me detailed instructions complete with demonstrations on how to keep mine happy when he wasn’t around.
Q was for quickie.  We had one on the kitchen counter with him standing and one of my legs wrapped around his neck.
R was for rest.  He let me take a nap with him, he lying inside of me while I covered him like a blanket.  He stayed firm and hard through the whole rest-period and awoke even more eager than before.
S was for slave.  I snapped my whip and made him crawl across the floor to me on his knees.  He was commanded to satisfy me with his mouth before I made him lie perfectly still while I rode him to a finish.
T was for tease.  He got even by tying my hands above me to my headboard while he stroked me to madness with a peacock feather.
U was for under.  He took me from behind on my balcony, both of us standing under the star lit skies.  And V was for vocal.  He made me ask for every motion of his body.  He asked for my approval when he moved just right.  In return, he was very vocal about how I made him feel.  I hope the neighbors enjoyed the show.
W was for water.  Later in the shower, he held me against him while he held himself inside me and brought me to release with the hand held showerhead.
X was for … well, XXX rated.  We watched a movie that he brought with him and tried to duplicate evey position, no matter how difficult.  I came at least three times.
Y was for yield.  He held me in a straddled position while he pounded into me as if he could never get enough.  I begged him to stop, I begged him to continue.  And then yield became yes.  Yes, I loved what you do to me.  Yes, I never want this to end.  Yes.  I would like to orgasm right now.  Yes, yes, yes!
And Z?  Z was for zipper.  It was the last sound that I heard before I gave in to the exhaustion that had swamped my body.  After tenderly placing me into my bed, I heard him pull up his zipper and quietly leave.
The next day I slept, rising only to see to necessary business.  My mind felt detached, my body ached with the memory of his caresses.  I floated in a haze of physical contentment that I have never reached before in my life.  I was sore, yes, but it was a good ache, a delicious ache.  I felt a hurt that reminded that I was a woman and could deal with anything that this life had to offer.
Tuesday when I walked into my office, he was there; long hair pulled back into a neat tail, linen pants pleated and shirt perfectly starched.  He was all business as he handed me my coffee and my mail.  In no way did he let on that I had engaged in hot steamy sex with him, my male secretary.  In fact, by the way he acted, one would assume that we had never even seen each other outside of the office.
That was, until around noon when I received a strange fax.  It made my breath catch and my heart race.  I reclined back in my chair and tried not to stare hungrily at him through the dividing glass window.  With a few written words, my concentration was shot, my nerves stretched raw, but my body became liquid heat in preparation for his possession.
It read, “I am going to love you numerically.  One, solo, auto.  I’m going to watch you touch yourself until you come for me, and than I will do the same for you.”
Looks like I’m in for another interesting weekend.


Message to Book Pirates

…And for the pirates that are here, picture this. How would you all feel if we walked into your homes and stole your bank account numbers and took five dollars. That’s not bad. Five dollars is more than some of us pay for coffee each week. But what if we gave that number to a few friends… and they gave that number to a few friends, and one of those friends posted it on the web stating that five bucks is not a lot of money and that you can afford it. Hell lunch costs for than five dollars right? Well, then your account number is now in the hands of thousands of people all wanting five bucks cause you can afford it, you have a good job and they are sure you won’t miss just one five, right? In fact, you should take it as a complement that we know you can easily make more money so its okay for us to admittedly steal just five.

Then ask yourselves how long before you are in the red? How soon will you have to ease back on your working because you have to spend all your time tracking down people who steal your money and tell you that you should like it and accept it and that its not hurting anyone? Never mind that you world hard all your life to get where you are at and that your family, your bills, your life is now suffering for you lack of funds. It doesn’t really hurt you cause its just five bucks, right?

Stephanie Burke

Absolute Perfection Winner!!!!

Hello Everybody!

I am glad to report that a lot of you are perverts as well as lushes! *G* I love that! And I love all the drinks you came up with.

Out of the seven recipes I received, and I tried all but one, (could not get my hands on Alien Juice LOL) the winner, selected by a serious group of drunks and bar pros, is…..

Jacqueline Carter!

Now that I’ve read the directions, I see.. …. …. ….

Cranberry Slattern 2.0 (AKA Cranberry Slut) 2 oz Tanqueray No. 10 (for that extra hard thrust add another shot of gin) 2 oz. Pomegranate Juice (to produce that “post-coital rosy glow”) 2 oz. Cranberry Juice (mix, mix it reeeal gooood!) 1 oz. Orange juice 3 oz. Sierra mist (you got to sweat it hard to get that body mist) A spot of fresh squeezed lime juice (you know it’s good when when the juice hits that sweet n’ sour wet spot) A single cherry pop-cycle (swivel your stick to keep your juices well mixed).   Shake gently over ice to avoid premature ejaculation.  Poor into a large whiskey glass with 2 ice cubes.  Use the single pop-cycle stick to stir and keep you on edge until that last satisfying swallow.

they guys were up in arms about swallowing! ROTFLMAO

Congrads Jacqueline!

Contact me at for you contact info and I’ll get your box out to you!

Thank you all for playing and until next time….

Flash, slightly tipsy and feeling fine!

A Contest! A Contest! An Absolute Perfection Contest!

In honor of my new Loose Id release, Absolute Perfection, I have come up with a fun contest that should get the old juices flowing. Orange Juice, Cranberry Juice, Pineapple Juice….

Okay! As we all know an Absolute F*cker is a drink, and a drink that inspired Absolute Perfection,

1 1/2 oz Absolute Citron vodka
1 1/2 oz Crown Royal
1 1/2 oz peach schnapps
1 1/2 oz triple sec
1 splash orange juice
1 splash pineapple juice

Combine all ingredients in a cocktail shaker with ice. Shake vigorously,  pour entire contents into a highball glass and serve.

It’s so good!

Now comes the challenge.

You have to create your own sexy drink and give it an appropriate name. List your ingrediantes and tell me why. Be as colorful or naughty as you want. For example…

Pearl Necklace

1 cup black coffee-for stamina
1 shot of cream de cocoa- nutty flavor
1 shot Kahlua- stiff pounding rhythm
1 oz amaretto- sweet finish that slides down your throat

Stir it up, garnish with fresh cream, serve in several shot glasses. Remember, you can’t use your hands to pound one back!

Snicker. I just made that drink up! LOL

An impartial panel of perverts…I mean judges are standing by.

Best drink and reason will win a one of a kind gift box from Stephanie Burke. *g* It will include a Naga and a Seahorse of your very own, a custom made Mini-Victorian hat, plus an array of special presents that will help keep them and you feeling very sexy. The winner will also receive  a copy of Absolute Perfection and the adoration of all us who will thrill at the depravity of your mind!

Send recipes and reasons to me at

The contest will run from now until Friday, September 24th when I will announce the winner!

Good luck Everyone!

Have You Been Flashed?

Stephanie Burke

Its the Hump Day Hump NC 17 m/m

In honor of Absolute Perfection from Loose Id Press and released yesterday, here an an Absolutely perfect example of sex between a Seahorse and a Nana. And boy it was hard getting in there to take notes to prove that this is an absolutely perfect example of a mating right! Ain’t they beauts? LOL

“You are never topping!”
The enraged shriek was quickly followed by a small blue-green ball of hair who thought that it would be fine and dandy to pounce on his back.
Astika turned, eyes slitting, forked tongue lashing out as he dropped his cup of orange juice and glared at his mate.
“You are a fertility…thing!”
The little sea horse reached around to brandish a book and glared up at him.
“You and your kind make lots of babies! I didn’t leave my home to escape that fate only to become a broodmare on dry land!”
Taza was so angry that his sea foam was slipping, and the way the sea horse was clawing at his tail was amusing but not too comfortable.
“Have lots of babies, you penis-shaped…snake!”
At his words, a slow smile spread across Astika’s face.
Maybe mating would provide him with what he wanted after all. He had almost forgotten that.
“Oh no you don’t!” Taza began, only to be cut off as the tail he was squashing quickly looped around his waist, pulling him closer to his mate’s body. “What are you doing, Nāga?”
“You can make babiessss for me?” Astika’s smile was almost wolfish for a snake as he exposed his fangs, his eyes shimmering with delight.
“I said I wouldn’t become your broodmare!”
“But…you can make babiessss.” That was said with a bit of finality that made Taza pale.
“I don’t want—”
“All my life, I have always sssstrove for certain thingssss.”
Astika reached out and ran his fingers softly over his mate’s face, making the shorter man’s protests stutter to a halt.
“I have always wanted peace for my people, and now with the might of your people added to my own, I am assssured that we have peace that will be lasting for a great long while.”
Astika ran his fingers through Taza’s hair. “I am amazed that something that looks so soft can be so stiff at the same time. It grows, only along the top and back, the sides bare but for this very faint scale pattern that matches the colors of a rainbow when you move. Very unique and quite pretty my mate.”
“We have more important things to discuss, Nāga,” Taza snipped.
“Well, if you insis—”
“Damn right I do!”
“I have wanted peace for my family, and I have been told that I am damaging them by playing mediator between my grandfather and his twelve concubinessss.”
“Yessss, each one more fecund than the last. I have plentiful unclessss and auntssss, and they themsssselvessss have been quite fertile.”
Taza’s eyes widened as he grew paler, his breathing increasing rapidly as his eyes dilated into huge pools of turquoise.
“Sssso I have done enough for my family, or at leasssst I have been asssssured by my mother that this issss sssso.”
He rolled his eyes at that.
“And I have fulfilled my duties to my people by ending generationssss of pain and fear by sssstopping the ritual ssssacrifices that Janamejaya demanded without bloodsssshed or lossss of life. I have acted as mediator between my mother, Manassssa, and my grandfather’ssss first wife, Chandi, though at timessss it sssseemssss that it would be better to let my mother and that woman take their rage out on my grandfather.”
He closed his eyes, shaking his head sadly.
“So if they have their valued peace,” Taza asked, running his fingers over his mate’s chest, “why do they argue and fight so? To me it seems counterproductive.”
“Asssss my mate, there are a few thingssss you need to know about my family.”
Sighing, he looked up and loosed the coils that held Taza fast, but not so loose as to allow the small sea horse to wiggle his way to freedom.
He shifted his body, easily moving about the kitchen with the rear end of his tail holding his mate, until he was facing a large window.
For a moment it seemed as if Astika had forgotten about his diminutive mate, but then he turned to stare at him again, his black eyes filled with pain as his tongue darted out to taste the air around Taza.
“My father left my mother ssssoon after I wassss born.” He sounded matter-of-fact, but when discussing royalty he was filled with pain he could not hide.
“What?” Taza narrowed his eyes in anger. “This is a great offense and a devastating insult to your lady mother.”
“Thissss is maybe sssshocking to you?” he asked and smiled a little when Taza’s head bobbed in agreement.
“Yessss, well my grandfather’ssss first wife had a lot to do with that. Sssshe terrorized my mother out of jealoussssy and sssspite, and my grandfather was too enamored of her to do anything to sssstop her. Sssshe cost my mother an eye and refused to relent even when my mother ssssaved her own father’s life when he was poissssoned. So finally my grandfather Sssshiva abandoned my mother on earth.”
Taza sucked in a breath, but he didn’t interrupt.
“Oh, he left her with sssservants and a protector, her brother Vassssuki, but he sssstill abandoned his daughter. I guessss it doessssn’t help that sssshe was a basssstard child that he begot, but her blood wassss jusssst asssss royal as Chandi’ssss. Sssstill, he abandoned her. He left her without a great ssssense of worth. Mom is what they call a half-breed, and apparently an inssssult to Chandi’ssss delicate ssssensibilities.”
Astika rolled his eyes and snorted at that.
“Anyway,” he continued, “my mother met my father and fell deeply in love. My father issss a ssssage, a wise man”—he snorted again—“but he wassss introduced to her by my uncle Vassssuki and decided that sssshe was the woman he would sssspend the rest of his life with no matter the circumsssstances behind her birth. Nothing that anyone could ssssay or do would change Father’ssss mind. But after Chandi loosed ssssnakes into their rooms on their wedding night, it issss amazing that he returned and sssstayed long enough to create me. But then I believe that had to do with Grandfather Sssshiva needing ssssomeone to take care of Janamejaya and his ssssnake-killing philossssophy.”
“You were born to create…what? A way to stop snake sacrifices?”
“Generally.” Astika nodded, releasing his mate now that he was sure he had engaged his attention and it seemed that the little sea horse would not run away.
“So you are… a disposable child?” Taza sounded appalled. “Was your whole existence merely created just to fulfill a need within your kingdom?”
“In a way.” Astika nodded. “Ussssually I am kept quiet and in the background unlesssss Grandfather needssss me.”
“But…but that is wrong!”
“No more wrong than what my mother had to endure. My father left her, Taza. He shows up when he thinkssss he needs more power. I mean his father-in-law is Sssshiva! How much more power does one man need? He never saw the sssstruggles my mother had when he abandoned us. She had to prove herself time and time again, had to run and hide with me, her unnatural Nāga child, when my royal family offered no hope and no help. Sssshe had to rain so much destruction on people, had to kill so many, had to fight so hard that even Chandi is wary of her now. Yet my mother is fiercely proud and protective. She helps with fertility, even though she only hassss one child—me. Father refuses to dissssolve the match, thussss my mother is sssstuck with him and his infrequent visitssss, and she cannot do what she has alwayssss longed to do, and that is to have a large family for her to love and to have them love her in return. I am all that sssshe hassss.”
“And your grandfather? Does he not do anything to assist her?”
“With eleven mates and Chandi?” Astika rolled his eyes. “I find it fortunate that he even allowed me to enter the palace, but as I ssssaid, I believe my birth was by hissss design, so he had to have his creation nearby to train and to dissssplay. Mother allowed it, but just barely. She wanted me to know Grandfather’s other wives, and they are kind and generoussss, just afraid of Chandi’ssss wrath.”
“So you really are just a pawn, huh?” Taza’s face took on a compassionate cast. “I am so sorry for that.”
“Yessss, a pawn,” Astika agreed. “And now with insissssting that your rightful place issss at my side as my mate, my father and grandfather ssssee another avenue for power through our joining. So again, I am being dusted off and ssssacrificed to the gods of their greed.”
“I…I… Damn.” Taza shook his head as he turned his face toward the floor. “I didn’t… I am sorr—”
Astika’s voice was sharp and it forced Taza to look up at his face.
“No, what is done is done. There will be no regretssss. We have to make the best of this ssssituation… Well, I know I intend to make the best of this ssssituation.”
“Meaning that you jusssst confirmed for me that you can bear children.”
“So…?” Taza began to pale again.
“Sssso.” The coils tightened around him once more, lifting him up to the level of his mate’s eyes. “Sssso it means that out of this ssssituation, I will get ssssomething that I really want.”
“A mate who will assist you in your daily endeavors?”
Taza’s laughter sounded forced and nervous as he started squirming, seemingly looking for a way out. It was apparent to Astika that Taza didn’t want to hear what he had to say next.
“No, though that would be a blesssssing all in its own right.” Astika smiled.
Taza frowned.
“No, my mate.” Astika framed his face between both of his hands. “What I want—what you will give me—issss…lotssss and lotssss of children.”
Taza opened his mouth to protest but was unable to make a peep as Astika descended upon him, the long forked tongue flicking and flittering along the sea horse’s.
Then he had Taza moaning, kissing Astika back, forcing his tongue to invade the Nāga’s mouth, shuddering as the intensity of the kiss increased.
“I am damned.” Taza pulled back to whimper before Astika gripped his body tighter and pulled Taza closer, the spade of his tail caressing his back. “But what a way to go.”
Astika threw his head back, cascades of his hair trailing over his arms, cool and slick as Taza’s tongue began to explore his body.
“Th-this,” Taza stammered, “is amazing.” His eyelids fell closed and a light rolling trill emerged from his throat.
“Mmm,” Astika agreed as he hefted his mate even higher, his hands gripping the tiny waist tightly as his wicked tongue traveled down his neck to tease at his left nipple.
“St-stop.” Taza tried to call a halt to Astika’s sensual exploration, but he ignored him. Instead of stopping, Astika’s hands lifted, slid him up farther, and forced his mouth closer to the smaller body. And then with a moan of surrender, Taza gave in to the inevitable.
“Harder!” he demanded, tightening his fingers in Astika’s hair. “Harder! Do it now!”
Astika’s amusement was clear. “I can feel that,” Taza griped, and Astika could not help the smile spreading across his face even as he pressed his lips against Taza’s rapidly sensitizing chest. “And”—a moan escaped Taza’s throat—“I don’t care! More suction!”
Astika felt his mate’s cock harden and press against the soft scales of his belly.
“Oh Astika,” his sea horse moaned, his hips thrusting forward almost against his will. “Keep doing that!”
“Frottage,” Astika mumbled then released his nipple with a pop and lapped at the hard nubbin of flesh.
“Whatever,” Taza screamed. Exquisite was the only way to describe the perfect hip thrust and full-body wiggle that his mate performed. Taza’s eyes closed, and he clamped his teeth down on his bottom lip to prevent the scream that was building up in his chest from escaping. “Just keep doing it.”
So as Taza’s mate lowered his head to his neglected nipple, a loud thrum exploded from Taza’s mouth as his body exploded into action.
“Don’t stop,” he said between pants, arching his chest farther into Astika’s mouth.
Taza wrapped his legs around the trunk of his mate’s body, his balls and his cock sliding deliciously along his delectable skin. And he wiggled and rubbed and humped until he had to close his eyes.
“Yessss,” Astika hissed, his hands leaving Taza’s waist and wrapping around him. “Take what you need.”
And Taza did.
His thighs tightened around Astika’s form, and his toes curled.
His head dropped back, and the sounds of his moans and gasps filled the air, driving his sexual tension high.
“Sssso hot.” Astika breathed into his ear, his tongue lapping at it and his neck before his sharp teeth nipped at them. “Sssso hot for me, are you not?”
Taza didn’t answer. It was apparent that his mind was awash in this pleasure.
Astika found himself in the enviable position of being awash in the feeling of being possessed and being able to concentrate on his own pleasure as Taza’s body began to move on its own without his guidance, seeking what it most desired.
With his mate’s body cradled to him protectively as he moaned from this delicious friction that made his heart race and his mind blank, Astika began to relish the thoughts of having this particular mate.
“Ah—Astika,” Taza demanded, “Don’t you stop! Don’t you dare stop!”
In response, Astika sent the spade of his tail up and around the cheeks of Taza’s ass that his straddling position on his tail conveniently held spread, just teasing at the puckered opening, pressing and hinting at the penetration that he found himself desiring more and more with each second.
This sex act was lewd and rough and hard and fast and everything he needed from his mate at this very moment.
He wanted to be the only one to ever make Taza feel this good; the only one to drive his senses so high; the only one to ever care enough to make him want to lose all his control and just explode!
“Are you going to come for me?” Astika was whispering in his ear now. “Are you going to mate me, little one?”
“Oh yeah,” Taza moaned. “It burns…feeling… Oh yeah, so good.”
“Sssso good?” Astika repeated, tugging Taza’s head back by a handful of hair, his sharp teeth prickling the skin of his neck. “Sssso good?”
“Yes,” Taza cried out, his balls pulling upward as his cock swelled rock hard, the shaft sliding through the moisture that was leaking from the head of his cock. “Astika, yes.”
And then he was freezing in place, his cock pressed hard against the soft yet rough scales of his mate’s torso. Taza was whining and panting, his arms wrapped around him, his whole body one tight quivering mass in Astika’s arms.
“Hmmm,” he mused; one of his hands slid down Taza’s sweat-dampened back, squeezing the widely spread cheeks of his ass, and then one finger slid down his cleft. “Yessss,” he hissed again, and then that single finger was sliding into Taza’s ass.
Astika stiffened as he felt the strong guardian muscles that ringed his mate’s ass part, and then white fire exploded in his brain at the heat and tightness his little one’s body held for him.
“Astika!” Taza bellowed. His toes pointed, and his head fell back as his hips slammed against his mate’s stomach.

Wave after wave of pure sensation poured through him, killing all thought, racking his body in an ecstasy so pure he thought he had died and gone to the great beyond.
“Oh Creator, oh Mother Ocean, oh Astika!” he whimpered, losing all control.
He was a panting, shaking mess, and through it all, his mate held him tight in arms and coils, his warm skin soothing and comforting him as his hearts slowed from their pounding rhythm to something calmer.
He had never felt anything like this before. It was so good, so hot, so powerful that he wanted to fall sobbing into his mate’s arms and never move again.
But he could not. He had to secure his position in this childbearing thing. He had to make his point known. He had to…
His mate hissed comfortingly in his ear and ran his broad hands over his back and sides. He felt his body being held tightly within his Nāga’s safe grasp and he began to let his mind float in the pleasure it had just received.
“Sssso nice, my mate,” Astika whispered in his ear, cuddling him as he moved toward the pillows in the library.
“What…?” Taza wanted to inquire about his mate’s need, but lethargy was pulling him under.
He felt like he had swum around the castle three times. He felt like he had run the whole of Fells Point. He felt…
“I am fine, for now,” Astika murmured. “Tired?”
“Tired.” Taza nodded in answer, resting his head against his mate’s shoulder.
“Then resssst,” Astika purred. “Resssst and all will be well.”
“Yes.” Taza snuggled deeper as his mate settled in among the pillows.
“We can give thosssse baby-making genes a break. But I can’t wait to fill you full with my sssseed.”
Taza’s eyes popped open even as his mate wrapped tightly around him.
Somehow, he didn’t think he would be napping anymore.