It’s the Hump Day Hump NC 17

Unedited snippit from my upcoming Razor’s Edge release from Changeling Press called

The Perfect Seasonings….

 

 

Perfect Seasonings

 

I was scared when he tightened the leather straps around my wrist, fastening to the chain link fencing that glistened insidiously in the room full of leather.

I was scared when he ran the leather of the waist belt thought eh same fencing, pressing my breasts into the cold diamond embrace of the thing. My nipples instantly grew hard.

I was scared when he locked me to the un-giving metal at the top of my thighs, above my knees and at my ankles.

I was trapped. There was no place to run.

My breath heaved loudly in the nearly silent room, almost drowning out the sound of the small vibrator that buzzed almost merrily my pussy.

It was long enough to tease and powerful enough just to keep my awareness of it key in my mind. There was no way I was going to get off with the little annoying toy he had locked into me with a series of leather straps.

“Comfortable?” he asked as he footsteps sounded behind me, as he slowly circled me. They sounded hard and unforgiving, like his stance on just about everything that had to do with me.

Like his hard muscular body, there was no give in his personality. He was straight forward and demanding, stubborn as hell and as cruel as a devil.

“Mores the pity,” he crooned.

I realized as he ran one brad hand across my back, then down my spine to the quivering cheeks of my ass, that he was bent on taking total control.

“I’ve always loved these,” he leaned forward and whispered in my ear as he began to kneed my ass cheeks. I could smell his breath, always lemon and mint with a hint of vanilla, almost as well as I could feel the heat wafting off the skin of his bare chest.

His nipples were hard.

I could feel them against my skin.

He was wearing pants though, thin leather pants that I could tell he wore nothing beneath.

That excited me and couldn’t help but shiver in reaction.

He laughed then, knowing that I was totally aware of him and of my tenacious position. I would have glared at him, but the fucker had me positioned so that it was very uncomfortable to move my head far. I could rest my right cheek against the fencing and see the wrack of staffs, paddles and canes that he regularly took to my hide. Or l could rest my left cheek against the chin links and see the rolling table of toys I was sad to say I was all too familiar with. That or I could push my head back and get a decent view of the metal and leather ceiling and the odd soft lighting that was always on in this particular room.

“Your ass is magnificent,” he squeezed my cheeks again., pressing his knot of his dick against me. God, he was inhumanly hot there. “I love the way the bindings emphasize the roundness and fullness of it. Black is definitely your color, much better than those pinks and reds.

He moved back and before I could fathom what he was going to do there was a loud popping sound before a starburst of heat exploded over my right ass cheek.

I jerked at the unexpected pain, it was weak and dull, and only made me clench down on the vibrator within me, wanting more contact against my clit that wasn’t going to happen.

“It’ll look so much better… stuffed,” he leaned back in to whisper that last word in my ear, before he parted my ass cheeks and ran one finger don my trench and to my quivering hole. While I was contemplating that, his free hand went into my hair, stroking my scalp gently.

“You want this stuffed, don’t you?”

 

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Hump day Hump…. NC 17

Okay! ready for the Hump day Hump? This one is an old one! *g* I mean really old! It’s called Cue Stick and…well…rack ’em up! *g*

 

 

Cue Stick

 

“Eight ball in the side pocket!”

I lined up my shot, took careful aim and grinned at the feel of the smooth hard wood sliding through my hands.

“That’s impossible!” Craig pointed out, pointing to the round black ball blocked from the pocket by a brightly colored red ball. “There is no way you can sink that!”

“What do I get if I do?” I asked, a sudden gleam coming into my eyes.

“The same thing you get if you miss,” he said as he sauntered around behind me and whispered into my ear.

“Why Mr. White Fox,” I feigned surprise. “Whatever are you suggesting?”

“Only what you have been hinting at since you followed me in here, little girl,” he said as he ran one rough finger across the soft skin of my shoulder.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” I said, all prim and proper. “I just came in here for a little recreational sport.”

“Bar’s closed, little girl. There is only one reason for you to be in here alone with me now. You’re in heat and looking for some action.”

His black eyes bore into mine and for a moment, I felt a delicious fear shoot through my veins. But instead of giving any emotions away, I stood up from my bent over position and examined the man that I had known and wanted for the past few months.

Craig White Fox had the longest, silkiest hair that I had ever seen. It hung in soft waves to his waist, mesmerizing the eyes as it swayed with his every step. Now that glorious mane of hair was pulled back into a tail at his nape, but it’s beauty still shone through.

He had classic Native American features that glorified his Crow ancestry – the high chiseled cheekbones and the strong granite chin. Long charcoal eyelashes framed eyes that were stunning in their intensity. And the body was classic Greek god!

Craig was about 6’3″ and as solid as the Rocky Mountains! His shoulders were a broad expanse that seemed to blot out the light as he stood over me. His simple white T-shirt was tucked into a pair of thigh hugging black jeans, exposing the hard muscles there while gently cupping his tight firm rear. His waist was tiny and I could count each of the washboard muscles in his stomach through that blessedly tight shirt.

“You obviously like what you see, baby cakes,” I replied. “You’re not kicking me out.”

“Make your shot, little girl,” he said, backing up a bit. But I could still see the fire of desire that leapt into his eyes a moment before he was able to bank it. “Then leave. It’s much too dangerous in here for you.”

“I love danger,” I sneered as I again bent over the green felt covered table. “I can handle anything you dish out.”

He sucked in a deep breath as I leaned very far over the table to the point where my nose was almost touching the felt. I knew that the tiny little skirt that I wore had just eased up high enough to expose my skimpy panties.

“But if you are afraid…”

“I can handle anything that you can dish out, little girl,” he snapped as he stalked around the table to face me. His movements had gotten a bit stiff and I knew that I was affecting him by the sudden bulge between his thighs.

“Really?” I drawled as I slid the cue stick through my fingers a few times. I raised my upper body a bit so that the sleeveless shell I wore gapped open and gave him a peek of my unfettered breasts. “Somehow I doubt that.”

He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His eyes were glued to the front of my shirt.

“So what do I get if I sink this puppy,” I purred, my eyes on the growing bulge between his legs and not at all on the ball of contention.

“The satisfaction of coming out on top?” he asked, tearing his eyes away from me, suddenly finding the table a lot more interesting.

“Coming on top?” I asked, a wicked grin on my lips. “Sounds good to me.”

“Little girl…” he growled in warning.

“Not so little,” I responded, shifting my weight, letting my breasts brush against the long hard stick. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have started this game with me.”

He grunted in reply and leaned one hip against the table, watching me.

“You know what I want?” he asked, his voice getting deeper, huskier.

“Do you know what I need?” I countered, slowly licking my suddenly dry lips.

“I know what you need, baby,” he replied. “But are you going to put up or are you just a little tease?”

Grinning up at him, I dropped the cue stick on the table and reached under my tiny denim skirt. With a shift and a tug, my tiny little panties fell to the ground and I stepped out of them. I reached down, picked up the bit of lace and silk and placed it on the table, the white color contrasting sharply against the green felt. I looked up at him, defiance in my gaze.

“I guess you’re serious,” he breathed as he looked at that tiny scrap of cloth.

“Damn straight,” I said, eyes gleaming with anticipation as I gauged his reaction.

“I guess I had better put up or shut up then,” he said before he whipped his shirt over his head and let it fall to the table. “I can’t exactly pull off my undies, so I guess that this will do.”

“Very nice,” I choked out as I stared at his large hairless chest. I clenched my hands into fists, fighting the urge to forget the game and start stroking all of the exposed bronze flesh. My eyes traveled the length of it, centering in the tiny trail of dark hair that started below his navel and disappeared into the waistband of his low-slung jeans.

“Make your shot,” he purred as he slowly began to stalk around the table.

Dragging my attention back to the game, I again lined up my shot. “Eight ball in the side pocket,” I said again as I prayed that I would sink this one.

I drew back my stick and shuddered at the feel of the smooth wood gliding between my fingers. Would he be as smooth, just as hard with a supple giving feel? Would he moan and shudder if I…

“What are you doing?” I asked as I felt his hands on my bare bottom.

“Playing for keeps?” he asked as his work-roughened hands caressed and stroked my bottom.

I tried to stand, but one large hand pressed down on my back, holding me in place.

“Concentrate on your shot, little girl,” he urged as the fingers of his other hand began to tiptoe down the crease of my bottom.

I jumped a little at this, but gave in to the delicious sensations that were now filling me. With a small shudder, I bent over a little more, granting him easier access to all of my secrets, and I hid a smile as he groaned in reaction.

“Eight ball,” I sighed again. “Eight ball in the pocket.”

I felt him lean over me, pressing me back against the rough material of his jeans as his hand reached around and continued this journey of discovery.

The hard feel of his jeans excited me, thrilled me, and aroused me as much as his fingers as my bottom pressed against his hardness. His fingers gently slid down to my lower lips, outlining my heat, making me writhe and whimper, wanting more.

“In the pocket, little girl,” he purred against my ear, and he enveloped my frame with his considerably bigger one. As he slid forward, his long tail of hair fell down over his shoulders to land softly against the bare skin of my shoulders. It draped, a slack silken curtain, across my tense arm and onto the table. The sight mesmerized me.

I bit my lip to stop a ringing cry of pleasure as his finger began to lightly circle my clitoris, barely touching it.

“You don’t play fair!” I panted as my arms began to tremble.

“I play for keeps!” he breathed in my ear before he slammed two fingers deep inside my clasping hot wetness.

“Craig!” I cried as my body began to tremble out of my control.

“Make the shot,” he urged as his other hand slid from my back to cup my full breast in his palm.

My nipples exploded into his hand as he gently circled them. He seemed to know what he was doing, dragging the slippery material of my shell across my turgid flesh, teasing me and making me quake with need.

Closing my eyes, I fought the overwhelming need to give in to the pleasure, to drop the cue and let his hardness fill the void within me! But would that be any fun? It would be too easy, and if there is one thing that I’m not, it’s easy!

Straightening my arms, I inhaled a deep breath and took my shot!

“Watch the ball,” I crooned, drawing his attention to the game and to my hands as I expertly handled the stick. In a smooth motion, I drew back the cue, barely controlling my shudder as it brushed against my breast and slid through my hand. Using precise strength, I tightened up on the thick handle, exhaled, and sharply struck the little white cue ball, keeping it in my control.

Craig sucked in his breath as he watched the cue ball strike and the eight ball sore up into the air. It deftly leapt over the blocking balls and neatly dropped into the pocket that I had called.

“Nothing but net,” I purred as I looked over my shoulder at him.

“Think you’re slick, little girl?” he asked as he pulled me up to a standing position, directing me upright with that hand that still cupped my breast.

“I am a master of the stick,” I smirked, still relishing the feel of his fingers in me as they slid back and hit nerve endings that I never knew I had.

“You are, are you?” he asked. He slipped his fingers out of me.

I moaned a little in disappointment, but sucked in a deep breath as he pulled me flush against his front. I could feel the heat of his arousal burning my bare back side, even between the barriers of cloth that we both still wore.

“Can you master this stick, little girl?” He grasped my shoulders and turned me to face him.

I had never seen him look so wild! His black eyes flashed at me, his face was drawn tight and flushed with his rising ardor.

“Try me,” I whispered as I raised my hands and ripped the tie from his hair, letting the black waterfall flow freely about his shoulders. “Beautiful.”

He looked so wild and savage, standing here, his face a mask of tension, his bared chest moving rhythmically, slowly in and out.

I fought hard to hide my reaction, but I was sure that any minute now, my reactions were going to start running down my leg!

I had never been so aroused before! His attitude, his body, his very presence had a startling effect on my libido! I knew my nipples were hard and straining against my shirt, drawing his hot gaze. My breath was screaming through my parted lips and I could feel my eyes haze over in passion.

“Thanks for the invitation, little one, but permission is not required.”

That said, he grasped my waist between his hands and lifted me to the edge of the table.

My skirt billowed out around me and framed my thighs as he parted them and stepped in between.

“You like sticks, do you?” He grabbed the cue from where it rested on the table behind me.

Holy Shit! What was he going to do with that? My mind raced through the possible uses of a cue stick in foreplay, and then my brain went numb!

Slipping the stick between us, he slowly rolled it against my bare thigh. It was smooth and hard, but now it was growing warm with my body heat.

“Trust me?” he asked as he switched legs and caressed my other thigh with that piece of wood.

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t!” I gasped as he drew the hardness close to my softness.

“Really?” He rested the stick against my leg and his hands reached for my shell.

With steady hands, he slowly drew the shirt over my head. I trembled as its silken touch caressed my nipples and the sensitive skin of my neck. As it fluttered somewhere, lost from my view, I looked up at him and found him gazing intensely at my breasts.

“You are the color of fresh mountain berries,” he said as he cupped each breast in a hard palm.

I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. His thumbs circled and pressed against me.

“Like that?” he asked, his voice deep and even.

“Yes,” I hissed, bringing my hands up to grip his shoulders. The feel of his hot skin surprised me, but then, the man was good at generating heat.

He smiled at me, showing most of his strong white teeth before he lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth.

I crooned and groaned and tried to pull him closer as his heat enveloped my flesh. With his wet tongue, he pressed me to the roof of his mouth while sucking gently. He growled his appreciation of my taste and his hands dropped around my waist to pull me closer to him.

My hands fisted in his hair, shifting the long strands through my fingers as I forced his head closer still, to make him give me this pleasure.

I nearly wept in satisfaction as his other hand reached up and began to cup and to tease at my breast. His heat was incredible, and like a moth to the flame, I was drawn to want more!

Gripping his face in my hands, I forced him away from the sensitive mounds my breasts had become and forced his lips to mine!

His lips were soft and wet and swollen. I lapped at him with my tongue, taking in just a little of the taste of his musky flavor. I raised my head and smiled at his parted lips, how they glistened with the wet trail that I placed there, how they fought to bring air into his starved lungs. Wanting more, I coaxed his tongue out of hiding, nibbling at it, sucking it deep into my own mouth, pretending that it was the head of his rod and savoring it’s texture.

“You are hot,” I whispered as my lips placed small teasing kisses upon his.

“And getting hotter,” he said. He ground his mouth against mine. Running his fingers through my hair, he grasped a handful at my nape and pulled my head backwards. He took long slow licks at my neck and shoulders, making a damp trail down to my breasts and taking my other deprived nipple into his mouth.

“That feels … good,” I gasped. I again gripped his shoulders for balance. I was in a precarious position on the table ledge, holding him for balance and trying not to let my quivering bottom ride me off the edge!

But then his hands released me and I felt him reach for that stick.

With a wicked grin, he centered it on the floor in that small space between us and pressed the wood between my breasts. I squirmed at the warmth that it picked up while sandwiched between our bodies.

What was he doing? I looked up at him, a question in my eyes.

“Ever hear of a wooden pony?”

That was all he said before that stick was pressed gently, yet firmly, against my weeping woman’s center.

“Oh GOD!” I cried as he dropped to his knees before me and lapped at my flesh forced outward by the pressure of the stick.

My knees began to tremble and the solid steady pressure of the smooth wood teased me more than anything that had ever been done to me before!

“Craig?” I whimpered. I sucked in a deep breath as he flicked his hair over my exposed center.

“I want to smell like you,” he growled. “I want to have the memory of you on my body. I want us both to be covered in sex, little girl. Can you handle that?”

“Yes!” I nearly screamed! His words coupled with what he was doing with the cue stick made it impossible to say no!

“Good,” he murmured as he twirled his hair around me, making me grope at the table for balance as my legs clapped around his hard body.

Then he began to twirl that stick!

“Oh Shit!” I screamed as the wood, wet with my juices, slithered on my clitoris, massaging it and my nether lips. Suddenly his tongue was there, licking and stabbing at me, lapping at my flowing dew, tasting all that I was. Electric waves of delicious pressure built up in me. His free hand climbed up my chest to rub the silky texture of his hair against my nipples. I felt myself forced upwards. My back began to inch close to the table. I felt my arms giving way and felt him move even closer as my new position granted him more access.

“Divine,” he murmured. He gently took my lower lips between his teeth and nibbled softly. “You taste so damn good!”

“More,” I moaned. I dropped backwards on the fuzzy green felt and grabbed for his head. Using handfuls of his hair, I pulled him closer to the center of my heat. I felt myself sliding away! As I open my eyes, I saw the pool table light glow brighter and brighter and felt a scream building inside as my legs began to tremble with the force of the bolts of desire pulsing through them! Then I reached a place where everything was silent, where I no longer felt the felt against my skin or my skirt resting against the skin of my stomach. All I felt was his tongue, and his lips, and that now rapidly rotating wood! The ball of light grew until I was in its center, my flesh searing hot and burning as fire licked at my loins.

Then all sensations merged into pleasure as I slipped over the edge! Tremors wracked my body as I felt myself clamping uncontrollably. Ripples spread across my body in ever widening circles, sucking me into a vortex of body rending emotions, replete but by no means satisfied.

I took no time to catch my breath! Sitting up, I grabbed the stick and tossed it across the room! With a grumbling cry, I latched onto his hair and pulled him up my body.

We both moaned at the feel of his naked chest rubbing against my oversensitive skin, but I wanted more of him. His hair drooped down like a curtain, shielding us from the world as I took his lips in a kiss of thanksgiving!

He tasted like me! He tasted like me and sex and that undeniable male flavor with which all men seem to be born. He smelled of musk and unfulfilled desire.

He rested on his elbows above me and his deep dark eyes, dilated with arousal, bore into mine.

“We’re not done,” he whispered. I felt his hard cock straining against his jeans, begging for my attention.

“Of course not!” I breathed, my own voice low and needy.

In a move that surprised him, I quickly flipped him over on the table. With one arm, I swiped the remaining balls out of my way and rose to my knees above him.

“My turn!”

With the hunger of a starving mountain lion, I dove for the fastenings of his jeans, ripping his button free and trembling with anticipation, easing his zipper down carefully so I wouldn’t risk catching him in the metal teeth and ending all of my fun.

He wore no underwear.

Thrilled by his little surprise, I looked up and caught him leering at me. With his hands behind his head and his hair spread out like a blanket beneath him, he looked to be calm and cool, but what I felt beneath my hands told a different story.

“Up!” I ordered, and without a word, he lifted his hips, making it easy for me to ease his jeans down past his hips, baring his bottom to the velvety kiss of the felt and his masculine tool to my hungry gaze.

He was large – large and perfectly formed. His butter soft skin was a deep bronze color while his large heart-shaped head was the deepest of reds. As I watched, a small clear drop beaded on its tip, proving to me how very close he was to release.

“I won the game,” I said to him as I rode high and proud across his thighs.

“So you did,” he replied, looking at my bare breasts as they bobbed above him.

“Therefore I get to claim my prize now,” I cheerfully informed him, before I eased off of the table.

“What prize do you claim?” he asked, a questioning look in his eyes.

“Your full cooperation in whatever I want to do to you,” I replied before I bent low and took him into my mouth.

He tasted a little bit salty and a lot like Craig, wild and untamable. I felt him tense beneath me as my hands gripped his waist to hold him still.

“I won’t hurt you,” I crooned as I popped him out of my mouth and licked him like a lollipop. “Don’t be afraid.”

“I can take anything you dish out, little girl,” he snorted, then sucked in a deep breath as I sucked him to the back of my throat and raised one hand to grip him at his base.

I felt his big body began to tremble and sweat as I forced extreme pleasure on him. I made a circle of my thumb and forefinger, created a tight ring around the base of his cock and began to work him with my hand.

Now he was swearing softly, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he fought the overwhelming need to let go. But I had more planned for him.

As his hips began to lift, offering himself more deeply for my heated caresses, I slipped my other hand from around his waist and cupped his bottom.

He jumped at this, but let out a deep groan as I began to squeeze this firm flesh. Craig White Fox had one hell of an ass and I enjoyed each wiggle of his rounded bottom as I caressed him at will!

He wasn’t the only one jumping! I felt my body begin to melt with need. What I was doing was so erotic to me, so naughty and playful, that my heart began to race, and I reveled in it!

My nipples, painfully hard, brushed against firm muscles of his thighs. Each little movement caressed my swollen skin, sending a message of hunger to my lush femininity. I moaned and rubbed my thighs together, trying to appease this ache just a little while I drove him mad!

When he began to buck beneath my attentions, and when his hands reached above his head to grip the ledge behind him, I ran one finger down the center seam of his buttocks. As I pressed against the tight puckered ring, an area so rich in nerve endings, he closed his eyes in unholy pleasure and began curing like a sailor.

Chuckling low in my throat, I let my fingers at the base of his cock slide around and press another place just beneath his heavy testicles, making him hiss between his clenched teeth as he reached for me.

In an instant, I found myself again pressed against the edge of the table as he deftly switched our positions. He left me for a moment to pull protection out the pocket of his jeans, which were now around his ankles, and he quickly sheathed himself. My skirt was then quickly balled up around my waist and used as a brace. I was lifted high in the air. I had no time to catch my breath or to wonder what he was planning, for in the next second, I was slammed down on his full erect length!

“My God!” I screamed as I felt his thick hot member penetrate the tight walls of my inner sanctum. For moment, I felt that I would be torn asunder, and then I felt myself open to his demands. Smooth as silk, he glided deeply into me, touching an inner spot that gave me chills and filled me with fire.

“Oh love!” he sighed as he slid deeper into my hot tight warmth. He paused for a second to gather his control and bury his face in my neck, inhaling my powerful female scent.

I reached up and grabbed a fistful of his hair as he quickly turned to lean against the table. I wrapped my legs around his waist and felt him side in even deeper, stretching and touching a part of me that had felt empty before. He groaned deep in his throat and I felt his muscles gather themselves for his assault on my control and reason.

I gave a stilled cry as his hands tightened around my skirt and he urged me to move. I leaned forward, taking his mouth in a devastating meeting of tongues, teeth and lips, and I began to move.

He felt like a solid pillar melting into me! His heat was incredible and I could feel each throbbing inch of him as we began to gyrate in slow easy rhythm. I released his hair and raked my nails down his back, savoring his shivers and moans.

Then his hands were around my waist, holding me steady as he changed the angle of his thrusts. With each lunging move, I felt his tool brush against my hard and swollen clitoris. I cried out at the new sensation. He pounded into me, helping me move faster to the pace that he now set! I felt my wetness envelop him, felt my muscles strain to keep him in me. With the skill of a master, he pulled out to the point of leaving me before again swiftly filling the void!

Sparks were shooting though my veins and the world began to swirl. I felt fire blossom in my clitoris and thunder boom within my walls. My breath sounded rough in the room, my body sweating as I fought to take him deeper inside of me. I clawed and scratched for this pleasure, for him to take me to heights that I had never ascended. I sobbed out my hunger as I pressed by breasts to his heaving chest. He was making little grunts under his breath as he strained for control within my demanding grasp. I wanted more, needed more, and demanded more!

Suddenly I felt a burning deep within me as I again reached that high plateau of culmination, but it was more intense this time, more passionate! Little whimpers and loud cries were now exploding from my throat. I slammed myself down on him, eager to reach the pinnacle of this sexual act! I was lost to all reason! All I wanted was the golden climax that was so tantalizingly close!

Craig, sensing me reaching the edge, kept filling me and pushing me, rotating my hips around him until the pressure built up so high that I had no choice but to give in! I exploded in a shower of stars and rockets as a rough cry that could have been his name rolled out of me!

My body began to grip at him, straining to hold his massive strength, caressing him like a thousand little hands, my toes pointed and my nails dug groves into his back! As I tossed my head back in ecstasy, he wrapped his arms around me and closed his eyes. My release triggered his own.

In a series of short hard thrusts, he calmly faced his own crises. His nostrils flared and his skin shinned as a powerful release tore through his body.

“Yes!” he hissed. He threw back his head, slammed me hard down on him once, twice, and a then a third time! His eyes rolled back in his head and his lips parted to show his clenched teeth.

“Yes!” he cried a bit louder, and I felt him swell impossibly large within me; then he exploded. Each wrenching throb wrung a curse from his lips. His hands clamped my waist tighter as if I was his anchor, and he gave a trembling sigh as he flew for a moment in the sun, then dropped back to earth.

With a sigh, he lay back on the table, limbs trembling, with me wrapped tightly around him. His body was a large warm cushion to rest upon and neither one of us noticed that we were both still half dressed.

He began to softly rub my back. I brushed tendrils of hair from his damp face.

“I told you I would win,” I breathed into his neck as I settled myself more comfortably on top of him.

“Yes you did, little girl,” he chuckled. He let his head drop back to the table. “I think I may have been hustled.”

“Who me?” I asked, trying to gather up the energy to look down at him.

“Wanna try for it again?” he asked, a sudden heat filling his eyes. I felt him began to grow harder within me. Amazed, I looked down at him and caught his wicked grin.

“Well?” he prodded. “Are you game?”

Gazing into his beautiful eyes filled with renewed heat and vigor, I said the only thing I could.

“Rack ’em up!”

Happy Father’s Day!!!!

 

  • Charles Wadworth
    By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has a son who thinks he’s wrong.

Happy Father’s Day, Dads, Uncles, Brothers, Cousins, and other men and women who are Dad to us! *G* Thank you for helping us become the people that we are!!!!

 

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Late Day Hump!!! Nc17 m/m

Had business to attend to, so I bring

Blast from the Past….Space Opera!!!!!

 

 

Unedited Excerpt

Chapter 1

 

 

“Bonded, let down my braid?”

The question was asked politely as the silver haired man gracefully dropped to his knees beside his beloved.

Javen looked up at his Torajin thought silver lashes, his purple eyes gleaming in anticipation as he licked full pouty lips.

His lithe body was covered in an odd type of silk wrap, the weave plainly visible, but the material was soft as air. Several colorful strands made up a pattern, the colors of blue and purple, strands of hair from the fallen ones interwoven as a sigh of victory with the remains of the enemy.

His long pale fingers resting on his slim things, his poise perfect as he awaited the response.

“Shall I unbind you, my mate?” The question was asked in a low gravely voice, the desire and intent clear.

Gara the Red, High Lord Chancellor of this particular space station far above New Earth Sphere observed his mate, his cock swelling, his blood running hot. “Shall I release you to take what pleasures I can off of that pale body of yours?”

Javen seemed to shiver, thought is body remained perfectly still. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of his bonded, trilling a soft vibrating song of desire as he felt his own erection grow.

“Unbind me bonded, if you dare…if you have a need of the pleasures this pale flesh can bring you.”

Javen tilted his head to the side, shifted his shoulders, and allowed his robe to slide from one shoulder, exposing a chest decorated with what appeared to be very elaborate pale and purple tattoos.

Javen’s scales were beautiful, strong, soft and iridescent against his pale skin. They outlined his hairline at his forehead, trailed down along his neck to the backs of each arm. They overran the backs of his hands, giving him the look of an exotic jeweled statue. They continued around his chest, across his lower abdomen, ad down his outer thighs,

Naked, he was a thing of grace and style, of beauty that no one human being could dare possesses. But…he was not human. He wiggled his toes, his five talon tipped toes in excitement, his eyes burning with desire.

“Oh, I have a need,” Gara chuckled, reaching down and cupping his cock, running the hardness with the flat of his hand. Javen could almost feel the heat wafting off of his beloved body and thrummed louder.

Gara threw back his head and moaned, his own touch stoking his desires higher as he observed the signs if need in his usually reserved mate.

Javen was one of the most polite perfectly posed ryuujin who had ever been created. To see him react to wildly to his own heat cycle…Magnificent.

Gara ripped his tunic from his body, ruffling is wild mane of red hair and exposing his broad scarred chest in the process, tossing the shreds of material aside.

“Come,” he purred, reaching out thigh both hands, tangling his fingers in his mate’s hair. “Come ease my need.”

He reached out with both hands, his fingers tangling in the myriad of silver spun syn-silk to grip the bands of ribbons that liberally twined thought his mate’s braid, a braid that he himself placed in his hair earlier that morning.

Javen tossed his head back, his trill growing deeper in his throat as he exposed his neck, his most vulnerable point to his beloved.

Gara wasted no time in bending over and running his own clawed fingers over Javen’s neck, caressing the soft firm skin and the raised scales that he so loved to touch, to lick, to nibble and suck.

Javen nestled into the palm, his trill softening as Gara’s hands, his strong scared hands pushed the robe form his body, allowing it to fall around his waist.

“Do you have any idea how hard you make me?” Gara growled. He moved closer, inhaling at the flesh of his mate’s neck, closing his eyes and pulling in the spicy scent of his flesh, the heat of his desire so at odds with his cook skin.

“I can…” Javen reached up, pressing his hands to the heat between his bonded’s thighs, feeling the rigid column of flesh that throbbed at his caress. “…feel,” he hissed, his other hand joining the first, tugging at the tie in the waist, wanting the material that separated him from what he wanted the wanted gone.

He lifted his head again, leaning forward to nuzzle into his bonded’s groin, bathing his head of his cock wit his cook breathe.

Throwing back his head, Gara purred as he gripped his beloved’s head, pushing him deeper into his crotch.

“That is what you want?” Gara demanded, his fingers tangled in his Javen’s hair.

“Yes,” Javen snarled, his eyes near glowing as he rose up to his full height, towering over his lover by more than a few inches.

“Then come and take it.”

Javen hissed, narrowing his eyes and moving closer to his bonded, his trill becoming a growl as Gara stepped backwards, leading his mate towards the bed.

Javen twisted his hips, letting the robe pike around his feet as he stepped forward stalking his lover.

“Mine,” Javen moved closer, becoming more aggressive as his lover led him across the chambers

“Yours,” Gara agreed, a smirk spreading across his lips. “Come and get me, Moon Dragon.”

In a flash of movement, Javen was upon his shorter bonded knocking him back on the huge bed, tearing at the material that kept him from the cock he so coveted.

“Mine,” Javen growled again, licking his lips at the sight of his mate’s stiff thick shaft and rolling balls.

“Yours Javen,” Gara agreed as his mate hungrily lowered his face, muzzling at his pubic hair, breathing in his earth musky scent.

“You smell so good,” Javen batted his eyes, stroking the swollen shaft with his eyelashes even as he nuzzled his nose further back to the sensitive area behind Gara’s balls.

“I taste even better,” Gara purred, spreading his legs wider, giving Javen room to operate.

Murmuring in agreement Javen ran his tongue over the wrinkled ball sac, teasing the sparse red hairs that grew there before nosing his way up again to the heat of his cock. At the base he rose up enough to tickle the base, drawing the breath form his lover as he arched his hips upwards. Clear pearls of precum freely flowed, telling of his growing desire. Gaea lowered his head and gripped handfuls of his mate’s hair, urging him closer.

“As nice as this is,” he growled, “I really want to see you put that pretty mouth to good use.”

“Mmm,” Javen purred, his tongue lapping up the shaft, leaving a glistening wet trail behind as his tongue forked, the split tip nearly wrapping around the shaft.

“Javen,” Gara moaned, his eyes closing his chest heaving, his balls tingling as more clear precum dripped form his sensitive cock’s head. “Suck me now!”

Cupping his balls in one hand, Javen pulled them down from Gara’s cock, pulling a moan of pain and pleasure from his bonded, before allowed his tongue to lave the tip of his head.

“Javen, Javen, sweet fire, Javen!” Gara panted, his passions rising as his tail lashed out, wrapping around his mate’s arm. “Come on!”

“As you command,” Javen chuckled, lowering his head and enveloping Gara’s cock in his wet hot heat.

“Kami-sama, Moon Dragon!” he roared, his back arching his hips slamming upwards as his dick seemed to be imprisoned by liquid heat.

Javen’s split tongue circle the head, smearing around the precum that freely flowed, sucking in the flavor of his mate, rolling the bitter sweetness of him around his mouth.

“Mmm,” he purred, savoring the nectar of his lover.

His free hand gripped the shaft, holding it upright as his other hand rolled the tight full balls, tugging to send an erotic shaft of pained pleasure thought his body.

“Keep doing that and I will explode,” Hara hissed, his head twisting form side to side on the bed furs, sweat beading his body.

Javen giggled, the vibrations sending fire and cool sparks thought Gara’s groin as he inhaled twice and then let his throat open.

“Oh Sweet Creator!” Gara cried out, his whole body tensing as his lover began to slowly swallow him whole.

“So good,” he praised, his eyes closed to better experience this pleasure that only his Moon Dragon could deliver. “Keep going!”

Javen moaned, releasing his cock, his free hand pulling at his robe until he was naked and free of all materials, a glittering pale-jeweled statue of perfection.

Gara lifted his head and opened his eyes, purring deem in his chest as he watched Javen’s lips began to redden, wrapped tightly around the base of his cock. Javen’s tongue caressed the head as his fangs gently ran along the shaft.

He watched as inch after inch of his cock was exposed as Javen bobbed his head upwards, only to slam himself back down, taking him into the deep vibrating tunnel of his throat.

It was almost enough to make him explode.

But he was High Lord. He had better control.

“Turn around!” Gara growled. “Swing that beautiful body around, My Mate. I want to taste you on my tongue.

Javen quickly complied, climbing up on the bed and swinging around, never pilling his mats throbbing cock form his hungry mouth.

“Yes,” Gara moaned as he felt the coolness of his mates body pass over home.

Javen hovered, on his knees, just above his mate, his taller height making blowing his lover while placing his own cock at his mouth level easy.

He felt Gara take his hips in his hand to position him perfectly, then the downward pull before he sank into the most perfect heat.

His moan vibrated the length of Gara’s deep-throated shaft, casing Gara to suck him hard.

When Gara ran a dry finger over his hole Javen’s world exploded in overwhelming pleasure. Rarely used nerves were awakened and it was so good, to hot, so perfect that he nearly forgot how to breathe.

He pulled off Gara’s dick with a small popping sound, threw his head back, and squealed.

“Oh I love that sound,” Gara pulled off enough to say as his mate’s long silver hair cascaded around his body, causing minute tremors to travel along his skin. “Lets see if I can make more.”

Gara again lapped at his mate’s long slender cock, relishing the coolness of his flesh before rooting further backwards to nuzzle at his balls.

Javen let out a shrill trill that vibrated his whole body as Gara drew closer to his hungry hole.

And then he was there, his tongue lapping at the pale puckered opening, teasing the skin by creating small wet circles around his anus.

“So sweet,” Gara moaned, breathing on his hole, watching the lips pucker as Javen paused back for more,…more pressure, more contact…just more.

“Pretty baby,” he breathed, “And all for me.”

Then he licked at his opening, apply pressure until the muscle opened and he found himself sinking in the tight muscle at clenched at his tongue.

“Gara!” Javen wailed, his body freezing in place. “My Lord!”

“Mmm,” Gara purred, the vibrations traveling up through his chest and mouth to Javen’s ass.

Javen felt his body soften, felt his whole being start to shiver as his body began to produce a natural lubricant that eased his muscle and slicked the way for Gara’s further explorations.

Tasting the sweet slick essence of his mate, Gara pressed a finger in beside his tongue, stretching him out, stimulating nerves and making his Moon wail out his need.

“Perfect,” Gara gasped, pulling his mouth away to add another finger and slowly began to scissor them. Now open for me, Sweet One. Open wide for your Tora.”

“Ga—Gara!” Javen shudder as his body felt wracked with pleasure, as his bonded’s heat permeated thought his body, warming him form the inside as he once again enslaved his soul. “Pl—please!”

“Soon,” Gara soothed, stroking his mate’s side with his free hand, caressing the softly scaled skin of his back and legs. “Soon I will fill you to overflowing.”

Groaning his agreement, Javen again lowered his head, his forked tongue licking and lapping, rapidly stroking the hot hard column of flesh he still held in his hands. He wanted this piece of meat deep inside him. His whole being felt empty, starving for the heat of his bonded.

In retaliation, a grinning Gara added a third finger as he took his lovers balls into his mouth, gently nipping at the hairless flesh, soothing the loose skin around with his tongue.

Javen whimpered, then opened his throat and swallowed him hole again, the thick cock feeling at home in his throat. Orally pleasing his mate did something to him, sent his desires spiraling higher. It was Gara’s special taste, and the scent… and knowing that no one else would ever have his bonded this way. He reared his lover to be the perfect bed companion, the perfect commander and leader, the perfect Torajin. And now he reveled in the fruits of his labor.

“Now, Gara!” he pulled off long enough to cry.

“Soon!” Gara returned, relishing the feel of the tight velvety soft muscles clenching around his driving fingers, feeling the cool flesh absorb his heat and soften to make ready for his driving cock.

“Now!” Javen demanded to which Gara replied by slowly beginning to finger fuck his ass

Javen’s body arched, a scream tearing form his throat as his beloved touched several spots, prostrate spots, in his anal walls and sent fire and flame flying thought his being.

“Gara!” he screamed, tears welling up in his eyes and lights flashed and exploded behind his closed lids. “High Lord!”

“Soon!” Gara laughed again, sinking back to suck Javen’s cock deep into his mouth, not stopping until his tongue could caress the hairless base of his shaft.

Javen dove back on his beloved’s cock, swallowing him as deep as he could, until his nose rested on his balls, then he began to trill.

That did it.

“Kami-sama!” Gara roared, ripping his fingers out of his mate’s ass and shifting back far enough to pull out of that sweet mouth and throw Javen onto his back.

“Now!” he groaned, ignoring the triumphant look in Javen’s eyes as he spread his legs wide and welcoming.

“Now!” he agreed, lying there like a jeweled demi-god on a fall of pale hair, glowing purple eyes, and a voracious desire.

In a flash, Gara covered his mate, his hands fisting in that silver silken hair, his teeth going to his neck and the twin punctures that made Javen arch up and fist the furs, their binding mark.

Gara’s hips forged a path between Javen’s spread thighs, forcing them wider as the heated hardness of his cock thrust between his pale rounded cheeks.

It was one of Javen’s hands that reached down and gripped his bonded’s cock, positioning it at his flowing wet opening, urging him to spear the thick head deep inside his willing body.

“To whom do you belong?” Gara growled, tossing his head back sending hair and sweat flying out of his eyes as those red orbs bore into his mates. “To whom do you belong?”

“the High lord!” Javen screamed, arcing up trying to force Gara where he needed him the most.

“Again!” he growled, his body vibrating with eh need to pierce the coolness of his mate’s body, to use friction and heat and his thick meat to warm his Javen form the inside out. “Tell me!”

“To you, Gara!” Javen shrieked, his legs wrapping around his bonded’s waist, using the strong muscles to pull him in closer. He hissed as the head barely breached his opening. “To you, High Lord, Gara, My Bonded, My Own!”

“Yes!” Gara roared and slammed his hips forward.

They both froze, time stopped and restarted in a rush as Javen let out a high trill of joy and triumph!

His bonded was home, where he belonged, deep inside his body, heating him like no one or nothing ever could.

“Gara!” he trilled, heat and joy filling his body, making his muscle weak and trembly while his cock hardened even further.

Pressed against the rippling muscles of his bonded’s stomach and his own firm form, Javen’s cock began to tremble and leak a white precum, a cool contrast to the heat his Gara was generating.

“My Moon Dragon,” Gara gasped, pulling back inch by luscious inch until only the head remained in his cook body.

He closed his eyes and trust forward again, slamming himself deep and fast, making his lover writhe and arch beneath him.

He felt his beloved’s claws rake his back and he roared in pleasure at the marking.

He pulled out and thrust again, grunting with effort as he felt his loves body slowly began to absorb his heat, taking it for his own.

Faster he moved, faster and harder, ignoring the clawed feet that dug in his ass, ignoring the slash and burn pain of his lovers claws on his back and side, ignoring the whole world that surrounded him. Javen was his all, his everything, and he stove to prove it with tongue, and with cock, with his whole being and the heat of his soul.

“Gara!” Javen began to chant, trilling like mad as his lover advanced and retreated from his body. “Gara! Gara! Garagaragara…Gara!”

Javen threw back his head as he felt his body open deeper, accepting the give of heat and life that he mate delivered. He arched his bad his head whipping for side to side as he felt his beloved cock swell deep inside him, stretching his sensitive walls, striking each and every prostrate point in his body.

No one could ever full him this way! No one could ever fulfill all his needs and desires. No one but Gara!
“Going to explode!” Gara gasped, pressing down to get more friction on his beloved mate’s cock, feeling the cool shaft turn blazing hot with contact with his body. “going to fill you up!”

Yes!” Javen screamed, vocal in his pleasures. “Yes, Gara! Yes!”

Gara gripped his thighs, bending Javen almost double as he began to power fuck his mate, slamming his hips as deep as he could, wanting to crawl into his mates body where it was safe and warm and noting could ever hurt him. But he wanted more. He wanted his mate screaming and clawing, giving his whole soul over to him. And he never wanted it o ever end.

“Come with me,” he gasped, sweat stinging his eyes, his hands fighting to hold his mate’s body in the perfect position to draw out those cries and screams. “Follow me, Javen! Come with me!”

Then he was twisting, grinding his hips and Javen was trilling, shrieking. There was an explosion of cool wetness striking his stomach, coating his clenching muscles, and the most delicious clenching of his mate’s anal muscles.

“Yes!” he growled as Javen arched, stiffened and screamed out his climax. “Kami-sama, yes!”

He closed his eyes, humming in pleasure as his mats anal muscles clenched around him, milking him, pulling his orgasm from his passion drenched body.

He hissed, and then slammed himself as deep inside Javen as he could get, wanting to plant his seed as deep and as far as he could, wanting some part of him to remain with his lover even when they were parted.

His back burned, his tail whipped in wild circles, his balls drew up and then his cock pulsed, sending shot after shot of fiery hot seed deep into his mate.

“Kami-sama, Javen!” he groaned, shuddering as his seed filled his beloved, as his cock was bathed in his own heat, and his world exploded and reformed in the image of his Moon Dragon. “Beloved! Javen!”

Then those now warm arms were reaching out for him, the silky legs sliding down as his rapidly deflating cock slid from its snug berth.

“My Bonded,” Javen purred, a trill of contentment leaving his throat as he snuggled close to the fiery body that blanked him. My High Lord.”

Later, he would see to the new battle wounds that stretched across his mate’s chest and arms. He could kiss and caress each sting mark and each bit of skin rough form space exposure. He would heal and count each mark on his beloved’s body, then he would rejoice to see that they survived to see another heat cycle.

But for now, Javen was relaxed and at peace, filled with heat and content to bask in the glory of his Torajin bonded.

Home’ a soft feminine voice whispered in the back of his mind, and Javen whole-heartedly agreed. Wherever his bonded traveled, no matter where he found himself, Javen knew that within his arms lay home.