Taming the Raven's Son (Galactic Lust) (15 page)

“I don’t have much of a reference to gauge his prior
behavior, but since I’ve arrived, I’ve noticed a drastic change.”

“He told us he’s a hunter. Perhaps it’s his way to prepare
for battle.”

It was as good an explanation as any. After all, what did
she really know about hunters? Still, his pupils grew incrementally larger eve
after eve. He no longer demanded things from her. After pacing the room for
hours each night, he would crawl into bed. His heart pounded in his chest as he
carefully wrapped her in his arms. Only after turning to face him would he
cuddle and kiss her before bringing her to one climax after the next.

He’d also stopped explaining things. She sensed him becoming
less and less of a—man. A stronger, more elemental force dominated him. “Heat?”

“Yes, Jacob’s miss?”

“He’ll listen to you, won’t he?”

“I hope so,” he replied. “I’ll try to make him understand.”

* * * * *

Sage woke when the door to the room opened hours after Heat
had escorted her back. Jacob sauntered in, securing the door behind himself.
She closed her eyes, pretending to sleep. His appearance grew more and more
alarming. The way he moved, his intense stare…

“Prepare,” he uttered as he closed the door to the relief
area.

The single word sent shivers of anticipation and dread down
her spine. He’d known she was awake. She sat and slipped his shirt over her
head. Folding it neatly, she placed it on the bedside table.

He won’t hurt me. Calm down. He will not hurt me!

Jacob barely existed. He’d stopped speaking to her in
sentences. Instead, he offered one-word commands. While he’d been considerate
with her under the sheets, she knew in her heart tonight would be different.
The man she’d known was slipping away. Something fierce was taking over.

He emerged from the relief room naked, his skin glistening
from the recent shower. He watched her from the doorway, unmoving, staring at
her. Chill bumps rose over her arms and legs. She waited for an attack. She stood,
wondering how she could defend herself against him. She refused to passively
sit there when he struck.

He walked to her in a long-legged stride, his already
semi-hard erection swinging between his legs. He grasped her shoulders and she
attempted to turn away.

“No,” he said, holding her, keeping her on her feet.

Her knees locked and her spine stiffened.

Jacob is in this body. Jacob will not hurt me.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her cheek
against his chest. The pounding of his heart set off warning bells in her
brain. She held him tighter, trying to convince herself if she clung hard
enough, he might return to normal.

“Afraid?” he asked, tightening his hold.

“Yes,” she managed to say, gulping in air, attempting to
catch her breath.

“No.” He pulled her flush against his damp skin and stroked
her shoulders and back. “No.”

The reassurance his embrace provided slowed her heart and
allowed the trembling to subside. “Thank you, Jacob.”

She turned her face up while keeping her eyes closed. She knew
his appearance hadn’t changed but his demeanor had. She’d keep his former image
in her mind’s eye as long as he acted more normally. “Kiss me. Please.”

He opened her mouth with his moist, soft lips. His hungry
exploration ignited her blood. Warmth rushed over her as she tightened her
arms. This could be their last intimacy. One or both of them could die
tomorrow.

“Oh!” she cried as his lips settled over the artery in her
neck.

In seconds her pussy grew wet and ready for anything and
everything he’d do. As much as she needed to have her mind go blank from a
climax, she also didn’t want this eve to end. She wanted to be stretched and
fucked, used and tormented. As long as her body craved an orgasm, she wouldn’t
dwell on what their future held.

It no longer mattered if they could be seen or heard. Let
the bastards watch them together. Let them envy the relationship they’d forged
in such a short amount of time. Let them all be damned.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and placed her lips
close to his ear. She licked the rim. He drew her from her feet, crushing her
in his embrace. “Punish me, Jacob. Make me burn.”

He pulled her up and placed his hands on her thighs. She
wrapped her legs around his waist and held him. Her pussy lips separated and
his cockhead stroked her wet and willing vaginal opening. Without warning, the
flat of his hand landed across her cheeks. The familiar burn ignited a fire
deep inside her. “Yes,” she whispered, squirming against him, asking for more.

He grunted and grabbed her waist, forcing her away from his
overheated body. He placed her upon the bed in a kneeling position before
holding the back of her neck. He pushed her head and shoulders down while her
ass remained in the air. She moaned, enjoying the submissive, exposed position.
She spread her knees, wanting him to see she’d grown ready.

He spanked her several times with firm, jarring slaps. Her
stomach tightened as she sighed, dipping her spine to give him better access to
her soaking-wet pussy.

Don’t ever stop.

Every time the flat of his hand landed, her pussy tingled
and tightened, bringing her closer and closer to climax.

I won’t die easily. I’ve found my well of strength.

“No!” Jacob growled. “Concentrate. Feel!”

“Yes!” she cried, her pussy lips swelling as the vibration
of each slap drew her closer and closer to the building orgasm.

The spanking stopped. She whined. A few more firm slaps
would’ve allowed her to topple into pure molten bliss. He entered her pussy
with his fingers, stretching her as he held her cheek against the bed.

She couldn’t stop squeezing him, loving the burn from being
stretched. She bit into her bottom lip, willing herself to hold back.
Forerunners of ecstasy stole her breath. Her eyes rolled behind her closed
lids. The dam opened and a gushing tidal wave of orgasm raced through her.

“No,” he commanded.

I’m trying to make it stop.

Her ass rose and fell as she willed herself not to move.

He pulled from her clenching, heated core and pinched her
engorged clit. “No.”

She twisted her hips in an attempt to make him let go. He
squeezed tighter, forcing a riveting, burning pain to snake into her aching
pussy.

“No.”

Her mind spun. Her stomach turned over. Her hips wiggled,
silently begging him to let her come. “Uhh!”

“No.”

The searing pain dulled into a predictable throb that pulsed
deep inside her abdomen and pussy. Her heart beat in time with the pounding
waves of simmering pre-climax.

So good. Oh yes, so very good.

He released her. She fell to the bed, panting, exhausted and
confused. He turned her and pushed his arms beneath her limp body before
lifting her, cuddling her.

She finally opened her eyes and gazed at the creature who’d
once been Jacob. Large, shining black orbs stared at her. His once handsome
face was now predatory, chiseled and emotionless. He’d stopped for a reason. If
she allowed him to proceed, she would no longer be at the mercy of Jacob.

The creature he’d become wanted to fuck her.

Jacob held Sage, waiting for her answer. He couldn’t force
the words from his throat as the keening cry of the Raven echoed in his mind.
Everything within his room grew brighter despite the dim light. His skin
tingled as he perceiving his environment in a whole new dimension.

Every beat of her heart, every subtle flinch and breath she
drew battered him. He could sense what she felt. He could skim her thoughts
too. He found she not only feared him but was fascinated as well.

Sweet woman, I’ll care for you. I’ll satisfy your needs.

She placed her small hand upon his chest and nodded, giving
him permission to do what he liked. His heartbeat slowed as he walked to the
corner of the room. He wanted and needed to mate her quickly, violently,
brutally. He squelched those urges and drew upon deeper sentiments, learned
behaviors that would never allow him to truly harm a meek.

He placed her on her feet before helping her bend over the
spanking bench. Rather than restrain her, he left her dangling, able to rise if
she chose. He gathered what he’d need to make their last night together
memorable.

His gaze raked her vulnerable body. He attempted to utter
the number one allowing her to prepare for the first strike of the paddle. His
voice wouldn’t cooperate so he touched her quivering ass cheek instead. Her
toes uncurled as she sighed. He drew the implement back and swung. At the last
moment, he controlled himself and measured out her punishment with restraint.

Urgency goaded him to redden her cheeks quickly. Every shred
of self-control kept him from hitting her too hard. His woman burned as she
moaned and squirmed while draped over the bench. He wanted to fan those flames
into white-hot desire.

When he’d blushed both of her cheeks and her upper thighs,
he placed his hand upon them, absorbing the heat radiating from her skin. She
grunted and twisted her hips, silently begging him to alleviate her sexual
need.

He parted her swollen labia and stared at the saturated,
exposed crease. The need to fuck her quickened his blood before he tempered his
baser urges. He prepared an anal plug with salve. He wanted her to remember
this eve when they entered the arena. He wanted her well used, sore and sated.
If she lived, she’d commit this night to memory.

The healing salve would cause a gentle burn that would add
to the experience. He placed the well-lubricated tip of the probe against her
opening. She whined sweetly and tried clenching her ass cheeks. With a slow,
firm relentless pressure, he pushed the plug into her tight ass.

“Ohh. Ohh!”

He strummed the tip of the probe and it expanded. She
couldn’t expel it no matter how hard she tried. And each time he tapped the
device it would grow and stretch her tight little ass. If they’d had more time,
he’d work with her and open her until she could take his cock.

He toyed with her warm cheeks, pulling them wide to observe
and enjoy his handiwork. His cock twitched as he stroked the object slightly
protruding from her ass. Liquid desire seeped from her pussy, sliding over her
clit before dripping to the floor.

He dropped to his knees and smelled the sweet, warm scent of
his woman. Her swollen clitoris begged for attention. His mouth watered, and he
wanted nothing more than to devour her.

Sage cried out when Jacob pinched her clit. The steady
pressure released shock waves through her pussy and ass.

What is he doing?

When he exhaled and the warm breath washed over her crease,
she knew. He intermittently kissed and sucked her swollen nub. She started to
draw her legs together to protect her sensitive flesh. He positioned his broad
shoulders to keep her thighs spread wide.

Moans of heightening pleasure streamed from her throat. Just
as she’d fall over the brink into a burning orgasm, he’d suck her hard until
the urge to climax faded. He did that repeatedly, until the aching, broiling
desire to come stripped away any discomfort. Her vision darkened until the only
thing in existence was her pussy and the next flick of his tongue.

“Jacob, I need more. I need you.”

He grabbed her waist and hoisted her into his arms. His
deep, labored breaths fanned her face as his lips drew away from his clenched
teeth. Pain and aggression seethed from him. He wanted to hurt her. Her
precious Jacob had transformed into a mindless beast.

She didn’t pull away, she couldn’t. Her man lay within the
animalistic creature holding her. Her heart melted and she circled his neck
with her arms. Stroking his hair, she murmured to him, “My Jacob, come back to
me.”

His breathing and heartbeat slowed as he nuzzled her cheek.
Had only a few words brought him back? She kissed his neck and licked his
earlobe, showing him how much he meant to her. Her heart swelled and burned in
her chest. The fluttering in her stomach and yearning in her mind denoted a
force greater than desire or lust.

He carried her gently as he walked before laying her upon
the bed. While she loved his heavy-handed manner of foreplay, she craved
something more. Gazing into his black, fathomless eyes, she whispered what’d
become obvious to her. “I don’t want to live without you.”

His predatory stare remained but his facial features
softened as he settled above her. He stroked her cheek and neck, sliding stray
hairs away from her damp skin. He lowered his lips to hers, devouring her,
relaying what lay deep within his heart.

“Need,” he said in between frantic, biting kisses. “Want.”

“Show me, Jacob.”

She spread her legs and wrapped them around his hips. Open
and ready, she released a breath as he pressed into her hot, slick pussy. “So
good!” she cried, absorbing his massive cock into her depths.

Luscious pain blurred her vision so she closed her eyes,
relishing the burning, stretching pressure of her lover. As the discomfort
faded, she raised her hips, goading him to deepen his penetration. Against her
cervix, the head of his rod stroked and prodded her closer to orgasm. She
willed it away, certain Jacob didn’t want her to come so soon. She didn’t want
to either. The lust-driven torment and the burning deep in her pussy were
enough. For now. He’d taught her if she waited and endured, the ultimate
release would feel so much better.

The pressure built and she counted to ten over and over,
attempting to control the inevitable. Her legs weakened when he began running
his length in and out of her wet pussy. The discomfort and his frenzied
movements made her wetter, hotter. “Fuck me,” she whispered, wanting and
needing the slight degree of sexual pain to heighten her pleasure.

On an inward thrust, the head of his erection stretched her
cervix. Rather than pull back, he flattened her labia and clit with his pubic
bone as he humped her. She screamed from the unending pressure and desire-laced
throbbing of her full rectum and vagina. Her vocalizations only fueled his
deep, close mating.

Her ears rang and mind spun as he lowered his chest to hers.
Her erect nipples rubbed against his hard chest. His hands grasped her hips,
holding her in a position to accept the thrusts of his rigid cock. The orgasm
gushed over her, turning her vision cloudy as wave after building wave cascaded
through her pussy.

“More,” he said, lifting himself, holding her hips, pulling
her pelvis up and tilting it forward.

He fucked her aggressively with piston-like motions. His
black orbs peered down to where their bodies were joined. He stroked her G-spot
on every thrust until her climax heightened and expanded.

“Yes,” he said, closing his eyes and turning his face to the
ceiling.

Long, hard strokes replaced the quick, close jabs. She
burned and strained until her pussy and anal muscles clenched in a continuous
spasm. He dug his fingers into her hips, lifting her higher, placing her at his
mercy. The strumming, burning rings of orgasm surfaced in continuous tidal
waves, washing from her body and flowing into his.

“Oh!” Her limbs shook as he burst within her, pumping hot
cum onto her cervix.

The desire-filled sounds escaping him filled the room as he
came, filling her with his searing essence. Tears slipped from her eyes as she
watched pleasure and fulfillment transform his features.

He pulled from her pussy. Her ass clenched, trying to keep
him inside so the pleasure would never end. He stood next to the bed, grasped
her knees and swung her sideways, laying her bent legs on the sheets. He raised
a single finger, warning her to lie still.

Words and sobs caught on her breath, waiting for what he’d
do. He grabbed a long, thick phallus-shaped rod from the end of the bed and
slid it along her soaking crease. She attempted to remain still but each time
the thick, hard head rubbed her clitoris, she whined and fought to keep herself
opened.

He used his fingers to spread her labia. His eyes closed as
he drew a large breath and smiled. With the angle of her legs and his fingers
holding her open, nothing remained hidden of her well-used and sore pussy. He
lifted the phallus and let it drop against her swollen clit.

“Oh!” she cried, uncertain whether pain or pleasure
dominated the slap.

Her vocalization spurred him to spank her sensitive clit
over and over with the obscene object. He glanced at her hand several times.
Could she stop him by making a fist?

With each slap came bolts of electricity, racing deeply into
her vagina. A desperate groan rose from her throat when he stopped. She needed
the consuming rhythmic spanking to push her higher into orgasm. Her nub
screamed for attention as her ass clenched down on the probe. “Please, Jacob!”

He grunted before placing the head of the object at her wet
opening. In one motion, he inserted the huge phallus into her burning, aching
vagina. He twisted it as he pumped it in and out, all while he watched. His
fingers no longer spread her labia. The wide handle of the object spread her
swollen lips.

Her hips bucked in time with the rod. Her mind spun with
euphoric sexual delirium as her entire body twitched and vibrated. He pinched
her clit before placing his thumb over the sensitive nub.

Raw, mindless pleasure washed through her, burning her insides
with molten waves of sensations. Nothing would ever be this perfect again.
She’d never felt so alive.

Jacob removed the pleasure rod and pulled his writhing woman
close. He reached beneath her, grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her to the
perfect height. His dick had never been so hard and ready. The sight, sound and
smell of Sage in multiple orgasm forced him to readiness once again.

Yes, she’s finally able to withstand the type of sex I
need.

The Raven inside him took over. He entered her, delighting
in her heated orgasm. He withdrew and thrust up, burying himself in her depths
while firmly stroking her G-spot. Savage lust thickened his erection even more
as he gave himself to the animal clawing at his insides.

Thrust after thrust built his desire to a frenzied, almost
uncontrollable pitch as he ground into her luscious pussy.

Give her your seed!
A voice spoke into his mind.
Rather than startle him to reality, it drove him further toward insanity.
You
can smell it, can’t you? She’s in her cycle. Fuck her hard and let your cum
fill her cunt. Ensure your place in the future. Breed her!

They’d been sterilized. They couldn’t conceive. Despite
knowing these facts, his hips pumped as he stroked his cock in and out of her
burning pussy.

He glanced at his woman and found tears streaming from her
closed eyes. The animal inside him settled as warm waves of compassion filled
his belly. “So beautiful,” he whispered as he lay atop of her.

Random spasms rippled through her from the continuous
orgasm. He kissed her tenderly and rode her gently to slow the pleasurable pain
of the lingering climax. Her breathing steadied and her moans quieted as he
thrust into her a final time, expelling bursts of cum, filling her. And between
one second and the next, he knew with every fiber of his being, despite
countermeasures, she’d conceived.

* * * * *

Sage drew strength from her prior training, forcing the fear
from her mind while concentrating on the here and now. She’d been given a
beautiful white, flowing gown to wear, which she’d put on hours before.

White.

From the beginning of time in most known worlds, a victim
was clad in white before execution. Or sacrifice.

She jumped from the bed and paced the room. The wispy,
flowing cloud of silken material brushing against her legs heightened her
anxiety. As the time drew near, Jacob hadn’t returned. After they’d showered
the night before, he’d tucked her into bed and left.

Where are you? I need you!

Untouched food remained on the table. They’d delivered a
fine feast for a last meal. Too bad her appetite had vanished yesterday. Would
this be the end? Would she die being torn apart by an angry mob? How long would
it take to die in a fire?

She clenched her fists so tightly, her nails cut into the
palms of her hands.

Make this end, Jacob. Please.

A brief knock forced her to spin to face the door. Her heart
dropped to the soles of her feet a second later. Jacob would’ve simply walked
in. Heat appeared, ducked and entered the room. She swallowed and fought the
urge to cry or vomit.

“It’s time,” he said, extending his hand.

She scanned the room, needing an avenue of escape. She
worked through what could happen at least one hundred times. Even the best-laid
plans failed. Theirs had been concocted quickly with so many probabilities for
failure, it boggled her mind.

“Sage?”

She wanted to whine and drag her feet. She yearned for one
more night with Jacob. Instead, she lowered her gaze and concentrated on taking
one breath after the next until the overwhelming urges dwindled. She needed to
trust all would be well. Heat was
not
leading her to her death.