Saturday, January 24, 2009

The Surrender of Persephone by Selena Kitt

Consciousness returned slowly to Persephone. The bed beneath her was firm but not uncomfortable. Shaking her head to clear the fuzz, she moved to sit and found her wrists shackled above her head. She felt a strain under her arms, in her ribs.

How long have I been like this? She opened her mouth to speak, but her lips felt so dry she could barely part them.

She managed a low moan as a strange, yet familiar face bent over her. It was a dark figure, his cheeks gaunt and pale, his mouth red and smiling. She had dreamed about him. His eyes reflected like large, violet pools, and she found herself transfixed in them. Her breath slowed, her heart’s murmur tamed to an easy, steady beat. He lifted a bottle full of tiny luminous crystals, like glowing sand, and began to open it.

“No, Hypnos.” Aidon’s voice came out of the darkness. “No more. Leave us.”

The figure frowned but stepped back into the shadows and was gone. Persephone strained to see Aidon, noticing her wrists bound but her ankles free. She recalled everything—her abduction, her trip into the Underworld, her desperate run toward the Pool of Lethe to purge herself of her memory. Yet she still remembered…

“Please.” Her voice was a thick croak. “Release me.”

He came out of the darkness to stand beside the huge bed. “How is your head?” His fingers rubbed through her hair and she winced when he caressed a knot there that throbbed dully with her pulse under his touch.

“What happened?”

He frowned. “You fell before you reached the Pool of Lethe. Your memory is intact, although you’ve got quite a bump there. I had Hypnos give you his pain-sleep until you were healed.”

“How long have I been here?”

His fingers trailed down her cheek. “A day…no more.”

“Please, I’m begging you. Take me home to my mother.” She implored him with her eyes, but he didn’t see her pleading orbs as his gaze swept over her body, uncovered against the black velvet bedclothes.

“Do you know what you look like, lying here?” His finger traced the velvet around her body, not touching her skin. She shook her head, feeling her hair brush her cheeks with the motion.

“The brightest jewel in my kingdom.” His smile was determined, almost cruel. She shivered as he continued, “Did you know I own all of the riches below the earth? All the gold, the silver, the diamonds...they all belong to the ruler of the Underworld.”

She shook her head again, not trusting her voice. He knelt beside her and she saw he was naked. Swallowing hard, she looked up to his face. “You shine brighter than any diamond. I had to have you, Sephie.”

Persephone closed her eyes, shaking her head and feeling tears slip down her temples. Shocked by the weight of him next to her on the bed, she stiffened. His palm stroked the skin of her belly, neutral ground between two sensitive poles. The warmth of his hand was like a brand, setting her skin afire.

Persephone sought to distract him and perhaps delay the inevitable. “Water. Please, Aidon.” He reached out and retrieved a chalice, lifting it to her lips. She drank greedily, the liquid spilling down her chin.

“Easy, now…” His eyes lingered over the droplets on her throat.

She tilted her head, indicating she’d had enough. “Thank you.”

“Now, try this.” He reached for a second chalice, this one containing an amber liquid, and held it to her lips. She took a hesitant sip, then closed her mouth and turned away. The liquid burned her throat. She made a face, coughing.

“It’s an acquired taste.” He chuckled.

Her thirst abated, she felt warm, though her head felt a little fuzzy again. “Can you untie me?”

“I don’t think so.” He shook his head, his admiring gaze running up the slope of her arms raised above her head. “Only a falconer knows when it’s time to untether the falcon.”

She looked at him, tears brimming. “Where can I go? I’m in Hell.”

Aidon frowned and then sighed. He reached above her head and untied her arms. She groaned, rubbing her flesh to let a little feeling back. They tingled and throbbed as they came back to life.

“Thank you.”

Aidon lifted her hand, kissing the marks on her wrists from the binding. Persephone watched him, his tongue flicking the inside of her wrist, making her shiver. Her skin was as soft and delicate as papyrus and she bruised very easily. Their eyes locked and his glowed a deep, warm amber in the darkness, something she hadn’t noticed before.

“It hurts…” She rubbed at her wrist. His hands swallowed her forearm as he massaged her. He bent to kiss the inside of her arm up to her elbow. Persephone’s breath came faster as she observed him. He pressed himself against her, tracing her mouth with his finger, his eyes following the line of her lips.

He kissed her lightly, licking the corner of her mouth. “You taste like liquid sunshine.”

She giggled and blushed. He kissed her again, his tongue pressing between her lips, tasting her more deeply. Persephone pushed against his chest with her hands, fighting his passion, but it was a useless gesture. He slid his leg over hers, the weight of him crushing her.

“No!” She turned her head and gasped for breath, twisting beneath him. Her refusal made him rougher and he took her wrists in his hand, lifting them above her head as he sucked at the tender flesh of her throat. She felt the hard heat of his manhood against the soft flesh of her thigh and she shuddered, struggling for her freedom.

She willed herself to hold still while he tongued his way to her breasts. His mouth covered her delicate pink nipple, sucking hard. She arched her back, moaning, and she felt him smile. He let her wrists go so he could fill his hands with her breasts, kneading them, pressing them together.

Persephone held her breath, her eyes scanning the perimeter of the darkened room, looking for the hint of a door. She glimpsed a large bowl brimming with fruit on a table next to the bed.

His tongue traced circles down her belly and she opened her legs for him. He looked up at her in wonder, and she smiled. Grabbing her hips, he breathed in the scent of her before leaning in to taste the sweet nectar flowing between her legs. Persephone whimpered, ignoring the thought that she didn’t want this. With his tongue moving there, she forgot everything. When his finger found the entrance to her heaven, she remembered, and found her strength.

Persephone’s legs had all her leverage and she used them, planting her heels against his shoulders and pushing hard. She didn’t succeed in moving him, but her body launched upwards on the bed. Rolling to the side, she bolted in the direction where Hypnos had disappeared. She heard him behind her as the handle slid in her hand. Locked! She turned, breathless, frantically searching for another exit. Then Aidon was upon her, his eyes blazing the color of fire.

He caught her arm, twisting it behind her and pressing her hard against the door. “Don’t move!”

Being Familiar With a Witch by Sapphire Phelan

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Lords shouldn’t leave their ladies unattended and waiting for me. It makes the game entirely too easy. But, I’m glad for the human males warring all the time.

Charun Adramelch grinned as he teleported, naked, into the bedchamber of the sleeping wife of one of the many lords of the Romanian leader, Vlad the Impaler. She had been without her husband for six months now, due to the ongoing war between the Romanians and the Turks. Thank the Evil One for Vlad’s impatience to kill the Turks. That made it so easy for Charun to enter the bedchambers of anxious, horny wives. Without their husbands and lovers to scratch their itches, Charun and his Incubus brethren proved eager to do the loving the mortal women missed.

He sniffed the air, catching the fragrance of her sex. So delicious. Yes, definitely ready to be fucked. Another soul ripe for plucking, just like forbidden fruit from a tree.

He licked his lips and his cock twitched. It jutted out, the head glistening with precum. He stamped on clawed feet. The woman rolled over in bed, restless. The fur that covered her lowered to expose plump breasts and nipples hard as pebbles. Charun growled in anticipation. He knew what made her that way, for he could see into her dreams. She dreamed of her husband, who stalked her with erotic purpose. Dreamed of the first time he took her. The human male was tall and swarthy, with long dark hair streaked with gray. The man’s eyes gleamed with lust as he bent his naked wife over and inserted his organ into her tight, wet hole.

Charun reached down to touch himself, his claw-tipped thumb pricking the velvet-hard flesh. It grew harder and longer, if that could be possible. Being an Incubus, that was very much possible. He loved watching sex-drenched dreams of mortals. Humans thought Incubi and Succubi were the real reason behind their lustful, nasty nightmares. Truth was, humans didn’t need the prodding of demons. Humans did it pretty well on their own. But, it was still fun for an Incubus to help speed things along, especially since he could be the star in this oversexed female’s dreams.

Charun grinned. The sexy dream this woman was having made him want to take her now, hard and fast.

“Bela,” she called out, throwing off the furs that had kept her warm.

A different kind of heat warmed her. The flush of her need deepened the color of her flesh and she parted her legs wide, revealing the promise of moist delight from within. The blast of it sent its vibrations over to him. His penis hardened even more in anticipation. It twitched like a living thing, as eager for pussy as he was. His magic washed over Charun and he shifted forms, becoming her husband. His grin widened. More beads of precum coated the head of his organ.

He could almost taste her pussy cream. Her arousal wafted to his nostrils, and he licked his lips again as he moved forward.

“Stop, Incubus!”

He ran right into the outstretched hand of Jacokb, head of the demon Familiars. Taller but slimmer than Charun, he was in a handsome human male form and dressed in a blue tunic that reached his booted ankles. Long, blond hair fell past his shoulders, and he had pale blue eyes. The Familiar leader stuck his chin out and stared hard at Charun. He lowered the hand down to his side when he realized that Charun wasn’t going any further.

Charun flared his nostrils as he peeped over Jacokb’s shoulder to look at the sleeping woman. He knew that the Familiar could see the fire of lust blazing in his eyes.

“Let me go, Jacokb,” he said with a growl.

“Time to take you away from temptation, Incubus.”

One moment they stood in the bedchamber, the next Charun found himself in a room, far down in the bowels of Hell. Decorated with tasteful furniture and artwork on the walls, it was opulent in it splendor.

Jacokb motioned with a hand to a chair in front of a large desk. Charun thumped down in it and, sweeping his gaze down at his body, saw he was a demon once more and no longer aroused, his cock flaccid. Grumpy and staring at Jacokb, he saw the Familiar in demon shape, too. Still dressed in that damn tunic. Was the sissy demon afraid to show his naked self to an Incubus, thinking maybe Charun would jump his bones? Not that that wasn’t a bad idea. No, he didn’t have the taste for a male today. Not with the aroused scent of the human female still in his nostrils. Or, maybe Jacokb thought his rod wouldn’t measure up to an Incubus’s.

Charun grimaced. He didn’t want to be here, he wanted to be with that female and feeling the lust again. What the hell did the damn Familiar want with him?

Sitting down behind the desk, his clawed hands clasped together, Jacokb said, “I am offering you a proposal.”

This couldn’t be good.

Charun narrowed his eyes. “What kind of proposal?”

“To join the Familiar ranks. Leave the Incubus life.”

Charun snorted. “Give up lots of sex given freely to me? By both females and males in the mortal realm? Not likely.” He turned away and crossed one leg over the other.

Stupid, asexual Familiar.

“Oh, I think you would give up all for a chance at this mortal.”

Jacokb waved his hand and a rectangle of smoke appeared, swirling in front of Charun’s eyes. It parted, revealing the lovely oval-shaped face of a mortal woman. She had lovely blonde hair, long and soft, and eyes as green as springtime grass. Charun’s cock grew harder and longer than ever in his immortality just by looking at her face. He had never felt as excited before, even as a sexually experienced Incubus. The need to fuck worsened. It filled his body like a pain that ached so terribly, and for the first time he knew what dying was. He whipped around and dug his claws into the desk, scarring the wood. He stood partially.

“I want her,” he growled. “Now.”

Slow Seduction by Marie Rochelle

Clinton folded his arms across his chest so he wouldn’t yank Jenisha into his arms and kiss her senseless. She looked so damn delicious in that long, black, polka dot dress. From the way the fabric cupped her high, firm breasts, he wondered if she was even wearing a bra. He didn’t like the thought of her being braless with Principal Kimball not ten feet in front of them.

He had missed the hell out of her and almost would have taken her cold fa├žade seriously, but her trembling hand gave away far too much. She’d missed him. He was certain of it. This was going to be best the job of his life. Jenisha wasn’t going to know what hit her.

When it came to something he wanted, he was like his brother Hayward. He went after it with everything he had. Right now he wanted Jenisha and he would have her.
“You don’t how much it pleases me to know that you researched my firm. I’m anxious to begin working together. I can tell from looking at you it’s going to be a pleasure.”

Jenisha shot him a cool stare. “I’m sure it’ll be an experience neither one of us will soon forget.” She gave him a once over and then focused her attention back to Principal Kimball.

“If you don’t need me anymore, I need to get back to my classroom.”

“If we’re finished here, I’d like to walk Jenisha back to her classroom. It would give her a chance to fill me in on the project details.” Clinton’s rich voice interrupted.

“Oh, there’s really no need for that. I’m sure Clinton has more important things to do than to walk with me,” she cut in.

“I disagree totally, Miss Roman,” Mark chimed in. “I think the time alone will give the two of you a chance to get better acquainted. It might be a good idea if you gave him your phone number and address, too.”

Clinton could barely keep the grin off his face. Shit, why didn’t he think of that first? He sobered quickly when Jenisha flung him another cold glare. Damn, where in the hell was her sense of humor?

“Is that really necessary?” she asked.

Principal Kimball stared at him first him then directed his attention back to Jenisha. Clinton didn’t like the lustful way Mark’s gaze traveled over Jenisha’s body before he looked into her eyes. From the way Jenisha seemed to squirm, she didn’t appreciate the lingering look, either.

Was there something going on between the two of them that he needed to know about? He spotted a wedding ring on the other man’s hand when he was talking to him earlier. Or was it one-sided? Had Jenisha shut down Principal’s Kimball’s advances and he didn’t know how to take no for an answer?

Clinton kept all his thoughts to himself. He would have enough time later on to figure out what was going between the sexy woman next to him and her boss.

“Miss Roman, you wanted this project to happen for over a year now. It’s your baby. It’s only fair that Mr. Campbell has a way to contact you in case of an emergency,” Mark snapped.

Clinton narrowed his eyes at Mark. Now wait one damn minute. He didn’t have to belittle Jenisha like that in front of him. Where in the hell were this guy’s manners?

“It’s all right if Jenisha doesn’t want me to have the personal information yet. I can talk to her here at the school anytime I need to know anything.”

“No, I don’t mind giving you the information,” Jenisha cut in. “I’ll write it down for you as soon as we get back to my classroom.”

“Well, I’m glad that’s all settled,” Mark commented, picking a pen off his desk. “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have another appointment.”

Clinton knew when he was being dismissed. “Thanks again for taking time out of your busy schedule to meet with me.” Mark only nodded at him before writing something down on the legal pad in front of him.

“After you, Miss Roman.” He looked at Jenisha and gestured toward the office door.
“All right,” Jenisha sighed. She turned away from him and headed toward the door.

Following behind her, his eyes were drawn to the snug fit of the dress pressed against her tight butt. Shit, he couldn’t get over how sexy Jenisha was. He might have a hard time, but he was going to win her over while he was in town.

“Here, let me get that for you.”

Reached past Jenisha he pushed the door open with the palm of his hand. Clinton flinched when the hairs on his wrist skimmed across the silkiness of Jenisha’s bare skin. Casting a glance down, he saw the wide-eyed expression that crossed Jenisha’s face. He knew without asking that she had felt the same sensations race through her body.

Leaning closer to her ear, he whispered, “Sorry about that, Jenisha.”

Clinton watched as Jenisha slowly moved her face and brought her full mouth within kissing distance of his. He stamped down his need to kiss her right then and there. She was sending him a passionate challenge that was hard to resist. However, he didn’t want their first kiss to be in front of her boss.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, going out the door in front of him.

He placed his hand in the small of Jenisha’s back and escorted her from the office. She tossed him a stunned look over her shoulder but didn’t say anything.

Waiting until they were further down the hall, Jenisha jerked away from his touch in the empty hallway. “What are you doing here? Did you just take this job to torment me?” Her russet colored eyes glared up at him.

Frowning, he reached out and pulled a lock of straightened hair between his fingers. “I like your curls better,” he complained. “They are so much sexier on you.”

He had to fight his overwhelming need to be close to her. Something about Jenisha soothed him making a happiness fill a void that had been empty for years. It was a definite turn-on being this close to her. What would she do if he kissed those plump lips of hers? Well, there was only one way to find out.

While he had her distracted, Clinton snaked his arm around Jenisha’s waist and crushed her against his chest. “I came here to make you fall in love with me, because I know I fell in love with you the moment I saw you standing in True’s living room.”

Glancing around the hallway, he made sure they were still alone and planted his lips over her cherry-red lipstick. He poured all the loneliness he felt into their first kiss. He wanted to wipe every other man from her memory. Jenisha was his, and he wasn’t about to share her with Mark Kimball or any other man at Bryant Elementary.