Dark Throne, The (15 page)

He grunted as her pussy clenched about his dick and she
watched as his wings suddenly burst open so that they arched above
them
. With that one action
came that scent, that pervading scent which had so affected her
earlier. It filled her nostrils, permeated her senses until all she
inhaled was Fade.

In that scent alone, she could feel the good he'd done in
his life
. As well as the bad.
The acts he was ashamed of and the acts that many considered wrong
but had been done in good faith. She didn't know the details, but
through it all, she sensed that this man was good. He was pure of
heart and that she was lucky to be his.

Even as her mind was dealing with the sheer pleasure of
being possessed by him, Heather hoped to God that he felt lucky to
have her
.

His wings scooped down until she was covered in a cocoon
again
. His essence, as well as
the smells of their bodies and their sexual joining added another
notch into the atmosphere. If it had been hot before, it was hotter
now. Sweat beaded from his body and melded into the perspiration on
hers. And with each move he made, his cock furrowing deeper into
her, the heat exploded. From the inside out.

She'd been relatively quiet as Fade fucked
her
. Only a few moans and a
few groans escaping her. But now, with his wings surrounding her,
vocal wasn't the word.

With each thrust, she mewled
. With each inch of her pussy laid bare to him, she cried
out. Whimpers filled her ears. Every breath she exhaled was joined
with a sound as was every inhalation. Through it all, as her own
vocal chords wailed her pleasure, it seemed to trigger Fade. He
began to curse, to grunt and to groan. The curses were bad,
naughty. Dirty. Her flesh tightened at the sound of him muttering,
"You want me to fuck you? Do you? You're mine. You hear me,
Heather. No other will fuck this cunt. It's mine.”

"Oh God, it's yours, Fade
. Yours. I promise. I swear,” she garbled, her back arching
as he continued to pummel her lower body.

"Say it
. This is your
cunt, Fade. Yours.”

"This is your cunt, Fade
,” she repeated, verbatim.

"Good
.” Then, almost
as though he was bestowing upon her a gift, which it was, but she
would only realize that later, his hand slipped between
them.

One finger pressed the button of her
clit and the other toyed with the filled-to-bursting hole that was
the entrance to her pussy.

And that, was it.

Show over
.

An orgasm with the power of a hurricane shuddered through
her
. Blacking everything out
in her mind. She was no longer simply Heather. She belonged to him.
As his cum bathed her pussy, his shouts of pleasure graced her
ears, she knew he belonged to her. That in this one act, they were
forever bound.

'Til death did them part
.

She groaned deep and low at the thought, as fireworks
exploded behind her eyes
. She
felt insensate. Every part of her nervous system involved in some
kind of breakdown as Fade's cum and her own climax imploded her
senses until she was nothing more than his.

On that thought, with her legs still clasping his hips, his
cock still in her pussy and his wings still surrounding them, she
slept
.

Chapter
Seven

With his breath shuddering in and out of his chest, Fade
had to admit two things
.

Firstly, that was the best sex he'd ever
had
.

Secondly, if anyone ever touched her, if a man's hand dared
to brush her small fingers, they were dead
.

He'd never felt possessive before
. Had never really given a damn about the woman he
swived with and that was simply because they shared the sensation.
More often than not, Fade's fucks were bestowed upon him by curious
women, who wanted to swive with a Prince but more importantly with
the throwback.

Why should he give a damn about those
females?

But with Heather, it was different
.

His wings did something to her
.

He'd noticed it earlier but had thought himself to be
wrong
.

There was no way on Mearth that something which was so
abhorrent to the majority of his people, could be viewed in
anything but disgust by a female who had been raised on
Earth
.

And he had been wrong
.
Because his wings had triggered off a change in Heather.

Before he'd spread them and covered the pair of them with
his wings, she'd been a relatively quiet lover
. Taking everything he had to give, offering it
in return and through her body, she'd told him of her enjoyment. Of
the depth of pleasure he was giving her.

The second he'd covered them with his wings, she'd
undergone a radical transformation
. From quiet as a church mouse to louder than the ravens
that squawked outside his bedroom at the Dark Throne's Palace. And
through her, he'd changed. His voice growing deeper, making demands
he'd never dream of uttering to another female, urging her to
curse. . . .

The memory of her declaring her pussy as his would follow
him for the rest of his life
.

Even now, with his cock already having spurted once, it was
hard again and waiting for round two
.

Not that he would undertake round two with her being so new
to this, but he would stay inside her
. His cock and his body finally felt at home. His wings
were no longer a source of shame, for how could they be when this
woman, his woman, found so much pleasure from them?

In the space of time it took to claim her, she'd
whitewashed his soul
.

His wings rippled and she murmured, a soft sound freeing
from her throat
. She rubbed
her nose against the line of his throat and suddenly, a sigh
escaped her. "You smell so good.”

"I thought you were sleeping
.”

"I was
,” she
whispered, her tongue popping out to run along the sinews
surrounding the knob of bone at his neck. "But you smell so good. .
. .,” she repeated, her voice dazed with confusion.

Her reason for awakening was peculiar, but he enjoyed her
ministrations too much to complain
. His cock twitched and she purred. The hum vibrated
against his throat. "You're still inside.”

"I don't ever want to leave
.” The statement seemed melodramatic, but they'd been the
first words to pop into his head. He was never this profuse but at
her next words, he was glad he'd uttered the comment.

"I don't ever want you to leave, either
.” Her pussy clenched about his and while she
said nothing, his eyes which were sharper than even the average
Elf, another advantage to his throwback genes, spotted a twinge of
pain at her forehead.

"Does it pain you?"

"You're big
,” was all
she said. But she made no move to buck him off, apparently content
to deal with the pain to have him there.

He stayed there for a moment,
reveling in the cushioning warmth of her body. A warmth
that made him feel as though he'd finally found home, before he
pulled out. His wings fluttered again, retracting this time and she
cried out as he pulled free from her.

Pain.

The sound had been one of acute discomfort and Fade's
senses immediately went on to battle alert
.

He'd caused his mate pain
.

His thoughts had reverted to a primal
state
. His mate was in pain
and he had to protect her.

He expected rejection or anger at what he'd done, but her
arms reached for him
. "Don't
go,” she grouched, her voice almost a whine, a moue of displeasure
at his abandonment graced her lips.

Fade's heart thudded in his chest
. The pounding made him almost nauseous. At that
moment, Fade knew she had him. He was hers. Pure and simple. He'd
die for her. Be anything she needed or wanted, because he belonged
to her.

"I'm not going anywhere
,” he whispered and began to climb down her body. She
squeaked as soon as she realized what he was about and attempted to
snap her legs shut, but he merely spread them apart again, baring
her cunt to his gaze. "Hush. Who does this belong to?"

The demand had her eyes fluttering, but she didn't
answer
.

He bent down and nipped one of the fleshy outer lips with
his teeth
. "Who does this cunt
belong to?"

"You
,” she pouted
eventually, her soft lips jutting out sulkily.

Fade promised himself that he'd fuck that sulky pout out of
her system at a later date
.
Now, he had to tend to his mate. "If my property hurts, then it
hurts me, do you understand?"

She nodded
.

"Good
. Now, spread
them wider.”

"It's a good job I do yoga
,” she grouched as she did as bade, her legs stretching
apart to a surprising width.

"I know not what this, but I appreciate
it
.” Fade grinned up at her
and settled comfortably between her thighs. He was a big man. His
shoulders wider than average and never had a woman been able to
accommodate him in this way before.

She smiled but then looked nervous
. "Fade?"

"Yes, dearling
,” he
asked as his nose brushed through the soft hair at the juncture of
her legs, where her essence was undiluted.

"Your cum is inside me
. Are you sure you want to do this?"

His laugh echoed through the room
. "I'm well aware my seed coats your womb, Heather.
Fear not, I'm not deluded.” As he spoke, he rifled through the
information which had urged him to do this. He'd never tasted
himself before, but for his mate, he'd do it. "Mates are an unusual
breed, Heather,” he whispered, as he bent again and spread the lips
of her cunt wide, baring the naked flesh to his hungry gaze. He
lowered his head and supped at the nubbin that was central to her
pleasure. A squeal escaped her, something which was soon followed
by the sound of a clap. His head retreated and he realized she had
smacked a hand over her mouth to dull the sounds.

At his cease of all action, she tilted
her head to stare at him.

"Never dull the sounds of your pleasure,
mate
,” he ordered, his voice
guttural. Her eyes widened at the sound, but she nodded and quickly
removed her hand. "That's better. As I was saying, a mate is an
unusual breed. We can do things for one another that other pairings
can't.”

"Like what?" Her voice was low, throbbing with the pleasure
he'd already gifted her
.

"The combination of my seed and saliva will heal my
battered property
. Just as
your honey and saliva will do the same to me. Even wounds in the
less than intimate areas of our body.”

"You're kidding?"

"Kidding
? What does
this mean?"

Heather scowled at having to think of a synonym and when
she eventually found one, sighed with relief
. "You're not being serious. And please, go ahead with
the healing. I'd really like it.”

He chuckled
. "I'm sure
you would, mate. And yes. We know not why. But Mother Mearth works
in mysterious ways. And I shall proceed, considering you asked so
politely.”

Fade ducked his head again and rewarded her with a long
lick to the central line of her pussy that had her mewling and her
legs tightening about his shoulders
.

Her scent washed over him and soothed him in ways he could
never have imagined
. It
settled in his soul, calming and cleansing him of all the
negativity he'd experienced in his life. She freed him from caring
about people's prejudice. All he cared for, was her.

He supped at her
.
Enjoying the taste of her honey, which settled perfectly on his
tongue. Reveling in the soft clasp of her flesh as he flickered his
tongue about her lips.

Soft mewls and whispers escaped her at his touch and they,
in turn, soothed him
. His
ears, always sensitive, twitched with pleasure at knowing he
bestowed ecstasy upon his mate.

His tongue eventually fluttered down to rim the entrance to
her cunt and he tasted both himself and her
. It was a surprising combination and one that he
wouldn't have enjoyed, were it not for the perfume they both
created together.

He dragged out the cum with the tip of his tongue and
dragged it around the mouth of her sex
. She'd grown silent, but her hands had tangled in his hair
and with every move he made, they tightened. Her nails dragging
down the curve of his skull.