My story was posted sometime in 2009. Some years later, the site closed. Fortunately, I was able to post a copy of this story in another site in 2010. Here’s the full story as requested by some of my new found friends in this site. Hopefully, I would be able to write stories again just like I did before.
Dedicated to a special friend….
Kayee stood up to her full 6 feet and stretched out her arms, naked and flawless under the full moon streaming in through the high arched window of the extensive, gothic bedroom. Letting her natural form assert itself she unfurled the large bat-like wings from her back, slapping them slightly against the air to feel her lengthy, raven black hair blow around her small ivory horns in the breeze. Recomposing herself, she absorbed her demonic appendages back into her mortal form.
On the bed, the man stirred under the white silk sheet, he too stretching the knots from his muscular frame as he woke.
“This is the last night I’ll spend with you, Kayee.”
He looked stern as he pulled himself into a seated position and wrapped his right leg under himself, the silk slipping to his waist.
“Erick, you know I will not stop you if you wish to leave; but you should know you cannot leave me.” Her voice was pure honey made bitter by a trace of belladonna that always left him cold… no not always. He had loved her once; or thought he had. She said he couldn’t leave her but he knew he had the strength … the strength that his newfound love had given him. They had met at dawn just over a month before as he fed the fierce black horses his demonic lover kept in the stable. While his night-time companion had slept, they had consummated their passion amongst the hay in the barn, and now she was with child.
When he had told Kayee that he wished to leave, he had expected anger, instead she simply asked that he stayed until the next full moon, lest he should want to change his mind … and she had seemed sure that he would. He agreed to give her one last passing of the lunar cycle so that their lovemaking (could he still call it that?) should have its special significance on this most unholy of nights. Despite his insistence to leave he still felt the desire welling up in him as she crossed to the bed, her crimson lips parting slightly to reveal slowly extending and retracting pure white canines as her breaths quickened, her pure blue eyes like shards of glass and her alabaster skin aglow in the unearthly light of the window.
As she reached the edge of the bed she leaned down to start a slow crawl on all fours; a large cat crossing the huge expanse of white silk towards her lover, unsheathed clawed fingernails catching at the material every so often. As she reached him she pushed herself back onto her haunches and stared into his green eyes. She reached out her hand to his cheek and running it back through his long blonde curls she spoke again “She will not make you happy as I have done … and can continue to do for many years to come. Let her go and I shall see that she will no longer be burdened by child … she will not have any need of you.”
Her words sickened his spirit … yet he was still bewitched by her voice and body. He forced himself to speak; “Tonight only.”
“As you wish …”
She let her hand run over his shoulder, down his arm to the bed, then under the sheet to where his erection gave his feelings away “… though your body speaks different words.” Her hand wrapped itself around his member as her eyes kept their lock on his, her tongue wetting her lips in anticipation. Her dark nipples stood out against the smooth pale skin of her firm breasts and her skin blushed from her slim throat across her chest, revealing that her state of arousal was easily a match for his. She leaned forward again onto her left elbow while her right hand pulled the foreskin back from the head of his hardened member. Twitching the sheet away from her prize with her left hand she gently reached out her tongue to coat the bulbous head with her saliva, swirling it around the rim, before slowly sliding her mouth down over him. He felt her tongue continue to rotate around his manhood, then suddenly pressing hard into the sensitive spot where the underside of his head met the shaft, causing his to let out an involuntary moan of pleasure.
As she stated to slide her mouth up and down on his erection, her right hand at its base still holding the foreskin back tight, he felt her begin to suck; softly at first and then as she increased the speed, harder. As her pace quickened her mouth felt as tight around him as any bodily orifice he’d ever experienced, the friction so strong he could barely contain his desire to cum … but not … just … yet.
The suction slackened for a second and then another sensation as she pushed her head all the way down on his erection … he felt himself slide past the back of her throat and down into the tight channel beyond; and again; and again. He felt her left hand circle his waist and travel under his backside, grasping it tight, pulling him into her as she pushed her head down onto him again and again; At last he could take no more pleasure without his release and pushing his hips up he cried out in orgasm and released his seed into her throat. The claws on her hand dug into his buttock cheek as she pulled him as deep as he could go into her mouth, her nose pushed into his musky pubic hair, her throat gripping tight at his pulsing member, desiring oxygen yet, due to her nature quite able to survive without it. As his final spasm abated she withdrew her claws (not even a little embarrassed by the blood seeping onto the white sheets from his shallow cuts) and slowly pulled her head up the length of his still strong erection, her tongue running its way up the underside, until it reached the top where it dipped lightly at semen left around the now sensitive tip, before drawing it back contentedly into her mouth and swallowing these final drops.
“If this is your last night I intend to make it one you’ll never forget … as long as you live …” Her words came out with the cut grass scent of his semen, combining with her powerful sexual odour before it reached him.
Without a word he bent forward to her breast, cupping the left with his hand and letting his tongue run a trail of saliva down her right, circling the erect, blood suffused nipple until he let his teeth gently close upon the protruding flesh. As his left hand squeezed and the fingers and thumb pinched at the nipple he let his teeth grind a little harder on her right as he placed his right arm behind her back and around her slim waist to support her as she relaxed her upper torso in expectation of his actions. “Harder,” she breathed between her now clenched teeth. “Harder …”
He let his left forefinger and thumb roll her nipple between his nails as he gripped her right between his teeth and, as he sucked, chewed with every increasing intensity on the bud between his lips. His left arm pulled her body to his face as he manipulated her tender areola with his teeth sometimes releasing then nipping at the erect flesh as hard as he dared “Harder …” He moved his left hand to grasp as much of her free breast as he could and pushed and twisted it into her chest as his teeth clamped down on her right. A short gasp of pain mixed with pleasure escaped her parted lips as she threw back her head in ecstasy, the nerves stimulated in her breasts sending signals of desire down to the moist flesh between her legs causing her to instinctively slide her right hand down over her pubic bone, extending her middle finger over her clitoris and into her damp opening while her left pressed into the bed behind her to support her weight. Biting harder than he’d ever dared before suddenly he switched to her left breast, still squeezed by his free hand.
The shock caused her to jump slightly, a small sound escaping the back of her throat as his jaw clamped down on the unprepared skin. She pushed her finger hard into her moist vagina letting her hand rub hard against the bud of her clitoris as she did so, reveling as the sensations of discomfort turned to those of almost unbearable pleasure. She started to feel her own orgasm build up around and inside her pubis, sensations of pain mingling with lustful ecstasy. Jabbing her finger into herself again, she added a second digit, and used her thumb to roll her sensitive clitoris back and forth under its hood.
As he engulfed as much of her left breast as he could manage into his mouth, sucking as hard as he could manage and pushing his tongue against and around her now sore nipple she felt the wave of her orgasm overtake her and jammed her fingers deep into her vagina. Her body shuddered as the sensations pulsed through her, claws extended and retracted, small horns pushed up through her black hair as she lost control, and her juices seeped down over her fingers and hand, matting the thick black hair where she drew them out and jammed them back into herself. As she recovered her composure she reasserted her fully mortal form, and let her fingers slide from within her. Slowly she drew them up to the flushed face of her lover and watched as he delicately reached out his tongue to taste her orgasmic fluid, then placed each finger in turn between her own lips and sucked off the sweet tasting liquid, finishing off by licking at the back of her hand like a cat cleaning its paw. Viewing her lover’s lustful eyes she reached out with her still sticky fingers and placed her hand round the back of his neck, pushing him gently down between her legs as she lay back and spread herself wide for him, exposing the fluid that had seeped from her soaking wet passage onto her blood suffused outer lips and the inside of her pale thighs.
As his head was pulled towards her lower abdomen he reached out with his tongue and ran it across her stomach, still damp with sweat from her exertions, leaving a narrow trail of saliva along her skin. He pressed it teasingly into her navel and enjoyed her squirming at the sensation, an…