The Hard Way (Box Set) (30 page)

“More!” she screamed. “I need more! Give me more!”

Johansen obliged by freeing his other hand and sliding two fingers in beside his tongue, caressing her velvet walls from inside as he slurped and licked his way to ecstasy. Ash was screaming now, her thighs clamping around his head, her hips bucking up as he moved faster and faster.

“I’m going to come!” she screamed as her whole body tensed.

“You are a woman,” he pulled off long enough to growl. “You can go more than once.”

Then his fingers thrust deep, finding a sensitive nerve cluster that shot white lights and colored stars before her eyes.

“Johansen… Johansen… Johan… Your Majesty!” Ash shrieked, and Johansen felt the walls of her pussy tremble then clench down on his fingers and tongue.

Ash was coming on his face, and he loved every minute of it.

He had to release his own needy cock as he felt her release, her passion threatening to pull him over the edge, but there was only one place he wanted to come, and that was deep inside her. Pushing her thighs aside, he freed his head and began to lap and lick up her stomach. He teased her navel a bit before rising up enough to suck a plump nipple into his mouth. There he nursed like a child, worrying her nipple with his teeth and soothing the small pain with his tongue before sucking hard.

Ash moaned and writhed beneath him, making him press his hard dick against her inner thigh, reminding her of the bounty he was about to deliver.

“Yes,” she panted, her breathing rapid and her heart pounding. “Yes, God, yes!”

Johansen pulled off of her nipple with a wet popping sound and immediately went for the lonely one, giving it the same treatment as he pinched and pulled at the one he’d abandoned.

“So fucking good,” Ash whimpered, arching into his touch and burying her hands in his hair. “More! You have more for me!”

Detaching one of her hands from the tangle of his hair, he brought it palm first to her lips.

“Lick,” he commanded.

Moaning, she complied, then he took her damp hand and wrapped it around his cock.

“Feel that?” He licked at her nipple before rising higher to bite and suck at her neck. “All of that is going into your pretty pussy.”

“God, yeah,” Ash crowed, arching her hips as her fist tightened around his thick length.

“Hungry for it?” he moaned, biting at her neck and sending her body shuddering in delight.

“A good feeding does this to me. Now it’s your turn, Prince. Feed me.”

“As you wish.” He spread her thighs with his hips.

Dropping low, he hissed as she guided the blunt head of his cock to her wet entrance. One thrust of his hips sent his dick plunging into her humid depths.

“Ash.” His eyes closed and he felt his swollen need engulfed in her wet heat. The silken walls of her pussy caressed him, teased him, dared him to give up his control and start pounding away at her like a madman.

But he had more control than that. He inhaled deeply and dropped his head next to hers, breathing in her scent as well as rubbing his face into her wild hair.

“Move,” she whimpered. “Move, sugar. Give me what I want.”

“Patience.” He teetered on the verge of exploding. His balls tightened in their sac, his arcana going wild within him. The muscles in his stomach and back tightened and clenched. “Patience, Ash.”

Before she could retort, he gathered his wits, breathed in deeply and slowly, and teasingly pulled back. A feint and then a quick lunge and he was buried to the hilt.

“Oh, fuck!” Ash screamed, her body slamming upwards and then down onto the mattress as fire seemed to shoot through her body. “Yes, sugar, yes!”

Then he was lost in the erotic heat of her depths, the scent of her, the feel of her wrapping herself tightly around him. He pulled back and thrust again, growing unrestrained in his motions as he felt the pleasure and the pressure build.

“Good, so good.” He pulled back to slam his mouth onto hers, his forked tongue slipping between her lips, tantalizing her fangs.

The silken slide of walls against his dick…

Johansen tightened his grip on Ash’s hips. She tangled her hands in his hair. Her breasts bounced below him, teasing him with their hard peaks as she swayed to a rhythm all her own.

“I thought it wouldn’t fit. I thought it wouldn’t… all… fit.” She gasped, leaned closer to the heat of his chest, her nipples grazing the soft hair there. “Harder.” She pulled at his hair like the strands were reins and she was galloping across some erotic plane. “Harder, Prince!”

And Johansen happily complied.

His hips slammed his dick deep into her, their animalistic rutting filling the room with the sounds of fleshy slaps and loud grunts. Johansen knew he was going to go -- no force on the earth could stop him. So he slid one hand between their heaving bodies to tease at her clit, to rub and torment, and drive her faster toward climax.

“I… I -- I…” Ash’s voice grew louder, piercing as her body arched up and froze. Then her insides went mad, clenching and milking at his cock.

It was too much.

“Ash!” He slammed deeply into her as he felt shot after hot shot of his seed explode from his body. “Yes,” he hissed, his eyes wide open, his breath rasping in his throat as his release filled him with light.

Then he collapsed on top of her damp body, feeling her remaining shudders as she rode her release to the max.

“Damn… good.” Ash closed her eyes as tremors shook her body.

“Spectacular.” Johansen rolled off her, disengaging with a hiss as his sensitive flesh exited hers.

“It’s a human
thang
.” Ash chuckled. “It’s only one small part of us that makes us… unforgettable.”

“Mmm,” Johansen purred. “You are unforgettable… for a human.”

“Ex-human, thanks to your people.” Ash snuggled in closer to the warm male beside her.

“Okay, you said that before.” Johansen sat up a bit, keeping his arms around Ash, but rising a bit above her, taking the dominant role. “Now will you explain your attacks?”

“Attacks? Sugar, you don’t know anything about attacks.” Ash sat up, ignoring the cooler air that caressed her sex-warmed skin. “You just try minding your own business and running from a slave overseer to run into one of you people. What does a poor slave have to offer a water demon? Hell, I had no idea what you people were! The only thing I knew was that I was on my way to freedom and some blue-skinned creature was telling me he was going to kill me if I stepped foot in his waters! And he wanted me to offer payment for passage for myself and any to pass after me. So, like an idiot, I asked him what he wanted. And do you know what he said?”

“What?” Johansen settled back against the headboard and reached out to Ash. He noted the distress and anger in her wide eyes, how they flickered from red to brown with her emotions.

“He asked for my hand… for a set number of years.”

“And you agreed?”

“What do you think? Of course I agreed!”

Ash settled back, glaring balefully at Johansen. “I mean, I had just spent five years as bed sport for the master and his two kids. Spending a few years married to a demon would be easy.”

“So what happened?”

“Well, I stayed with that hell spawn for over one hundred years. I saw the times change, and the people change, and all kinds of war from underneath my watery prison. And when it came time for me to go, the fool didn’t want to let me. So when I demanded to leave, he gave me a bit of a gift to take with me.”

“His arcana…” Johansen breathed.

“You bet it, bub. I stood by his side while he warred with his own people, while I watched the Dryads dance in the misery and pain they caused each other. I stood silent while they tricked and killed humans on a whim. I guarded his back to ensure no one ever supplanted his place as master of his waterways. And his thanks was to fill me, a human, with his arcana.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” Johansen genuinely didn’t have a clue.

“Human bodies aren’t designed for arcana. His magic changed me, and the bastard knew it would. It altered my form so I could use the magic. But there are side effects for dumping spiteful magic into a human body, and that ass damn well knew it. His arcana needed to be replenished by a life force, preferably Dryad, or my body would shut down and die. He wanted me to stay with him, dependent on his whims. But that plan backfired. Because I am human, a human life-force would do.”

“Blood?” he breathed, understanding showing in his eyes.

“Human blood, sugar. The thing that carries and perpetuates human life force. And I have to tell you figuring that one out was not fun.” She shook her head as if knocking away unpleasant memories before she continued. “He thought I would be trapped with him and his treachery, but instead my human body built up an unhappy reaction to the thing he needs the most to survive, the thing that all Dryads can’t live without.”

“Water.”

“Water. Too much water is like being submerged in some addictive drug. It sends my body into shock and it overwhelms everything that sustains me -- heart, lungs, brains… It all goes haywire until I shut down.”

“It kills you.”

“Apparently, giving your arcana to a human was a really fun pastime for some Dryads. They loved watching them scramble around trying to figure out what had gone wrong with their bodies. They had even more fun watching them racing into waterways and killing themselves.”

“That is…” Johansen was appalled.

“That is just wrong?” Ash asked, raising one eyebrow. “But that was his revenge. He wanted to see me dead for leaving him. I guess his actions were evil, vile, and so very human?”

“Humans are worse.” Johansen snorted, rising to his feet, giving her a perfect view of his sweet, dimpled ass as he turned his back on her, trying to digest this old yarn from her perspective. He had no liking for the conclusions he was drawing. “You plot against and kill your own kind.”

“And the many wars between your people are just minor dust-ups?”

“There are several reasons we go to war.”

“There are several reasons we go to war, as well.”

“We don’t torture our people.”

“Need I say Red Caps?” She arched her eyebrow.

“They are necessary --”

“They eat the bodies of their victims when they are still alive!”

“Um…” Johansen narrowed his eyes at the vampire. “They are not the same and you know it.”

“So you say.” Ash arranged herself in a more attractive and sexually stimulating position, running her hands over the still rosy and swollen nipples.

“And I do.” He rolled his eyes at the female sitting on the bed as he made his way to a closet, knowing from all his time spent here that there would be a robe waiting for him. And he was correct.

“You are such a hypocrite.” Ash tossed the covers aside and rose to her feet. She felt a warm trickle between her thighs and glanced down to see silvery trails of his seed sliding down her legs. “And an overly horny hypocrite too. Been a while, Johansen?”

“Prince, if you please,” he sneered back.

He didn’t like the way she was turning his arguments back against him. He tried to deny the smallest bit of similarity he saw between humans and Fey creatures. The fact that she could even compare the two was absurd.

“Yes.” Ash laughed, walking past him to the bathroom. “Everyone! Please bow low and make abeyance to the Prince of all Hypocrites!” She slammed the door shut, shaking her head and muttering about the stubbornness of royal Fey.

“That is not true!” Johansen stalked over to the bathroom and slung the door open, if only to make his point.

Ash was starting a shower, glaring at him over one slim mahogany shoulder. “Then why’re you getting all defensive, Princey?” She snickered. “Did I manage to touch a nerve?”

“No,” he snarled, storming into the small bathroom. A few more personal toiletries had been added. Her brands, he decided. “I’m just getting tired of you implying that humans are better than Fey.”

“And when have those words crossed my lips?” she asked, turning a knob to make the shower rain down in the large porcelain tub.

“I… You… Well…”

“You only see what your eyes want to see, Prince.” She stepped into the shower and let the warm water course over her body.

“The water?”

“A shower won’t kill me.”

“I tried to keep an open mind when I was dealing with my forays into the human world.” He dropped the robe and stepped to the edge of the open shower door. “May I?”

“You are the royal Fey prince.” She snickered, turning around so that her wild mane of hair became sodden tendrils of tight curls dropping into her face. “Besides, we both are dirty.”

“Humans…” Johansen sighed, stepping close enough to let the splatters of water soak his body.

“You’re dirty, I’m dirty, and the whole damn world is dirty. And there’s nothing you can do about it, sugar. That’s how things operate. That’s how the whole world runs.”

“I don’t see it that way.”

“Because you’re too stubborn to admit it.” Ash chuckled, shaking her head and splattering him further.

“And yet you have no problems sleeping with this stubborn hypocritical prince?”

“Sugar,” Ash purred, “we ain’t been sleeping. And even though Mama taught me not to play with my food, she never said anything about seasoning it.”

“So that’s all I am? Lunch?” Johansen asked, stepping close enough to reach out and cup those tantalizing breasts in his hands, his thumbs tweaking her hard nipples.

“You --” She stepped closer to wrap her hands around his burgeoning erection. “-- you are a meal to go, fast food, hot to touch and good for what ails you.”

“Hmm.” He looked down, shuddering at the feel of those soft hands wrapped around him, knowing he would soon be invading her tight, hot body once more. “Have a bite.”

“Gladly.”

Ash sank to her knees, her eyes still staring directly into his. Carefully, she pulled back the foreskin that protected his cock. Johansen shuddered, finding it erotic to watch as her pointed pink tongue lapped up the water droplets and the pre-cum, lapping around the head of his cock.

“Watch me,” she insisted, and Johansen was powerless to do anything but. She dipped her head, her tongue traveling up the underside of his thick shaft while her fingers dipped low to tease his balls, caressing and tugging them gently.