Zia… Greg’s Bed

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Genuine, deep pleasure flooded in as her Gryphon moved down her body. Greg articulated his proficiency of seduction with the grace of the lion he was. He paid respect and homage to each inch of skin his breath danced over.

At his prodding, Zia lifted her hips to allow him to remove her baggy sweats. When he pulled down her functional and uneventful cotton panties, her gasp of pleasure was audible.

Greg paused. “Are you okay with this?”

“Yes, don’t stop. I’m just excited,” was all she could manage to say. Additional coherent speech lost its way through the maze of arousal she experienced.

Deep and melodic, Greg’s voice pulled her attention back to him. “Zia look at me.” He waited until she complied. “You need to understand this about me before we mate. Be honest and let me know if you can’t see yourself accepting this trait of mine.”

He fell silent.

Zia mustered up the brain calories to form words. “Go on. I’m listening.”

Blue eyes of deep wisdom probed hers as he continued. “I’m not made of more words than actions. I’m made of the strength that’s able to catch you when you fall, support you in everything you do and handle my own feelings for whenever you share your truths. My words come after my actions because that’s who I am. I will endeavor to speak more, as I understand the need for communication between mates, but I cannot say that I’ll change into an Ajax or Nolan. I’m naturally quiet. Understand, please? Now, it’s time for you to be honest with both of us. Are you strong enough to handle me as I am?”

Well damn! That was the sexiest thing said evah!

Too overwhelmed with the newness of their level of intimacy, Zia’s eyes closed to allow her to internalize the experience.

“Zia? We can’t move forward unless you fully embrace who I am. There are times when I don’t speak. I act. Is that going to be enough for you?”

“Are you trying to get rid of me or something?”

Greg’s face took on the look she’d learned was a state of confusion by what she said or did.

“No, never.”

She grabbed hold of how he said those words with extreme sincerity. “I want you. I want the silent introspection, the bold actions that get shit done. Greg, I want the real you, just like I promise to work on giving you the most real me possible. That is as soon as I figure out who in the hell she is.”

His smile rivaled the money shots of all the best Hollywood hunks of all time. “That’s all I needed to know.”

Greg’s touch was light but confident as he glided her panties down to expose her nakedness. The next sensation she felt was his warm lips kissing her mound.

“Breathe for me, my love,” he coached. The heat of his words sent shivers of delight through her sex.

Zia focused on even breathing as he took his time exploring her most intimate area. Instead of relaxing, the fresh supply of oxygen fueled her thoughts.

Then dawning of a big oversight loomed to the front. Why hadn’t she thought about something so important before? Zia needed to do a facepalm for how stupid she’d rushed into their mating.

“Ooh, Greg, I don’t have any condoms. Do you?”

“No, I don’t use them since I don’t partake of sex with human women. Would you like me to use them? I will.”

“Will that interfere with our mating being consummated?

He didn’t stop placing teasing kisses and nibbles to her inner thighs as he answered, “Yes. To complete the mating, I must deposit my seed deep inside of you.” He stopped and rose to look at her.

Zia waited for the fear and anxiety to come. Nothing happened.

“In for a penny, in for a pound. I want this mating with you. Answer me this, though.”

“Anything. Ask away.”

“Will I get pregnant? I mean, am I able to get pregnant with you?”

To her amazement, he sniffed her long and deep before answering.

“There’s always the possibility of my seed taking root. I am human in this form. As you see Wren is pregnant with my brother’s babe.”

“Yeah, I just remembered that.”

“Is that a problem? If so, I will take the necessary precautions.”

She paused to think about his question. Surprised with how it landed in her gut, Zia proudly said, “No, no it’s not. I’d love to bear your children.” Then curiosity about his reaction to her initial question rose. “Hey, why did you sniff me?”

“To see if you were in heat.”

“Is that where you can tell if I’m ovulating?”

“Yes.”

“Well, am I? Geez, Greg, don’t make me pull it out of you.”

His expression was hard to read as he answered, “No, not at this time.”

“Are you sad about that?”

“I’m not sure. It is said that if a babe is produced during the mating, then that child has a special blessing of the Goddess that could impact many worlds and galaxies throughout time.”

“Hey, is that competition with your brother’s baby I hear coming through?”

“No, not at all. From their account, they conceived after their initial mating.”

“Oh, okay, just as long as this isn’t some competition between the brothers of the Clan.”

“Again, that isn’t something we would be competitive about. As for babes, Gryphon don’t produce as much as others. We are considered rare to have four children born in my family. I would assume our conceiving on the first encounter would be very rare.”

“Are you saying that Wren and Matt must have been fucking like—“

“Stop right there. We won’t ever speak of others in our bed. What Wren and Matt did to conceive isn’t a thought I’ve had—until now. So, let’s make a pact only to be concerned with what happens in our relationship.”

“All right,” she said whining a little. “But, you wouldn’t be sad if we did conceive. Am I right?”

“Of course, but I’ll stress that this isn’t a competition. Zia, I love you no matter what. You’re my miracle.”

“Ha, never had those words put together when talking about me.”

“Then it’s high time you did. I love you. We honor and worship our mates for the rare blessings they are. We could go a lifetime and never be granted the blessing of a mate. You, dear Zia, are a one in a zillion blessing. I wouldn’t tarnish your presence in my life with something so trifling as competition for babes.”

“I believe that,” she said more to herself than him. “You’re making my heart want to explode with how much I grow to love you with each passing moment. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. We are joining as mates. That is the ultimate gift you could ever give me.”

“I thank you for taking the time to help me. I’m beginning to understand why you took your sweet-assed time to get to this point.”

“Hmm, why is that?”

“Because you could see all my shit I was too blind to acknowledge.”

“Yes, that and I didn’t want you to reject me.”

“Reject you! I could never. For a while there I thought I’d need to paint an arrow on my shirt pointing down to my lady bits.”

“Haha! You’d never had to do that. Trust me, it’s been the grace of the Goddess that I haven’t taken you where you stood each time we’ve come in contact with one another.”

“Now you tell me. I must suck at the whole seduction thing if you were able to resist me EVERY time.”

“No, not at all. I loved your soul more than I longed for our mating.”

“And there you go again slaying my heart with your amazing sentiments. I see why you don’t talk that much.”

“I talk when needed, like now.”

“Yeah now, but you have your moments when I’m lucky to get a grunt or one-word reply.”

“Zia, be patient with me. I’ll make sure to always talk with you within my ability and even try to extend the normal limits of my words or expressions. Mating is a give and take. I’ll give you as many sincere words as I can.”

“Good. As for children, no, not like any competition, just for us.” She smiled loving how easy it was to talk with him. “Greg, you may have become my closest friend.” Zia savored the words as they left her mouth. Yes, her man was her closest friend.

Greg’s expression shone with love that Zia couldn’t mistake as anything else. He brought her hand up and kissed it with tender care. “Thank you. I appreciate that more than you know. Now, are we good to proceed?”

“Ah now, look who’s got a one-track mind?” she said, loving how she teased him.

“That would be me without apology.”

He resumed his perch about to go back to his expedition when another thought reminded her to be a conscious partner. “It’s your turn to stop the mating. I don’t have any STDs that I’m aware of, but… if you’d like to wait to allow me time to take a test, I will. The last thing I’d want to do is expose you to a nasty earth human illness.”

He licked the upper slit of her opening and Zia yelped.

“I’m immune to earth diseases. Even if you were contagious with every known and unknown illness of this planet, I wouldn’t catch it. Instead, our mating would most assuredly heal you of any of those ailments.”

“What?” She sat up amazed, only to be gently pushed back down by a masculine, large hand on her torso. “But, wait, that’s impossible.”

“Is it?” He never stopped his exploration, sending sparks of pleasure through her body.

Zia felt alive like never before as pleasure and excitement rocketed through her. “Gryphon, are you saying that if I had the Big C, our mating would cure me?”

“Yes. Why do you think the old tales of slaying Dragons and being blessed by Angels, that would be Gryphon, persist? Our blood has medicinal properties for healing, strength, and other benefits that would render the average human perpetual health that could be perceived as immortality.”

“Whoa—that could be dangerous.”

“Yes, for them. What the old tales don’t usually make known is that it never went well for humans attempting to kill or injure us for our blood.”

“I would guess not.”

“That’s another reason why we fiercely protect the knowledge of our existence on the earth’s surface. Now, if I’ve answered your questions, I’d like to get back to our pleasure.”

Her outburst of laughter filled the room. “Yes, by all means. I don’t care what you say, my Gryphon, you are funny!”

“Yes, I suppose. Settle back and allow me to love you the way I’ve wanted to for too long to remember.”

“Yes, sir.” She did.

His tongue pressed against the length of her pussy’s slit. The onslaught of sensual input was too much to control. This must be what sexual energy felt like once ignited. The squeal of delight was to fast to stop as Zia’s stomach flipped like descending on a rollercoaster from great heights.

When she felt the tip of his tongue dart in, Zia bucked in surprise. This man was going too far.

“No, I’m not used to that. I haven’t shaved. You don’t have to—”

“Stop it, mate. It’s time for our mutual pleasure. I want to taste every inch of you.”

She was stunned to appreciative silence as he continued to lick and linger with a skillful application. When he pushed her legs further apart, Zia fought to remain relaxed. Greg had taken her to unchartered territory.

Then it happened.

Her hips shot up in pleasure as his lips closed around her clit as the tip of his tongue drew tiny circles. He moved her up and down the scale of sexual arousal like the masterful teacher she was learning he was.

His tongue did something more than it should like it had fingers of its own. Rough but gentle, with each pass, his tongue coaxed out a new layer of her ability to feel and be a sexual being. And, the tip of it? Forget about staying sane with how he used it to subdue her pussy into humble and thankful submission.

Zia tried to not wiggle with how good she felt. When he grabbed her hips and steadied her body, all Zia could do was coo and moan in delight. The result of each lick with that secret sex weapon of his was to render her a mind altered wanton. But, it wasn’t his touch alone.

Greg continued to make her body dance like a marionette. Much more of this level of pleasure and she might start buzzing.

Too aroused to figure out where he’d gotten all this experience, Zia’s main goal was to hang on and enjoy the ride for all it was worth.

“Do you like that?” he asked after his tongue darted into her core with a flick.

“Oh, God, yes.”

“Good.”

He resumed his tour of her most intimate space. Never had sex felt so good. And the heat, forget about it. Before, sex was torture of cold, clammy, gunk grossness to be endured.

This experience with Greg showed Zia that she’d never really had real sex before. It was a good thing. If she had this type of reaction previously, it might have been enough to make her the slut, and nymphomaniac everyone thought and accused her of being.

Over and over he brought her to the edge of ultimate pleasure, only to withdraw his magical tongue.

“Please, stop torturing me,” she breathed heavily, wracked with a fusion of arousal and frustration.

“I’m preparing you to receive me without pain.”

Her fingers roamed through his thick mat of dark golden hair as he continued his sensual pursuit of their shared pleasure.

“Mmm,” her moan was long and silkened by the lavish treatment of his mouth.

“You’re ready,” he said and rose to rejoin his mouth to hers.

Salty with a touch of musk, Zia tasted herself on his lips as he took her mouth in a hunger she’d not seen before. Instinctually, her legs opened more and her pelvis tilted to invite him in.

“Now, please,” she pleaded, too crazed with passion to stop herself.

To her relief and surprise, this time he didn’t protest. She watched in rapt attention as her man rose and grabbed his turgid cock.

When he mimicked the same move as his tongue had moments ago by running his tip along her slit, Zia’s body began to tremble with anticipation and delight.

Primal instinct took over as Zia grabbed her legs at the back of her knees and pulled back to open herself as much as possible for him.

His cock was larger than she’d imagined, now that she had a close view. In place of fear, raw desire coursed through her body. Zia knew in that instant that she’d be able to accommodate and love every inch of him.

With careful consideration, he pressed the massive tip into her opening. A shudder ran through her as every pleasure sensor turned on to receive his entry. She watched, unable to look anywhere else as he withdrew and entered her again, this time pushing in a bit more.

The sensation of a pop or click internally gave way as he must have passed some internal barrier. Mounting freedom began to well up in that place that had been dead for so long.

This mating was her medicine and healing. With certainty, Zia knew that nothing outside of their sexual union would ever be able to penetrate the deep-hidden trauma and despair she’d harbored for so long.

Greg applied a wee bit more pressure as he pushed past the last restraint her body tried to present. From that point, he slid in more of his cock to nestle into her core.

Zia marveled at how her body clenched and clung to his cock as if trying to pull more of him inside.

“Do you feel any pain?” he asked? His voice held a restraint she wanted to loosen.

“No, and can’t you feel how much I welcome you?” she said, not caring how brazen her words might be.

“Yes, I’d say we are more than well-met.”

“Good, now, mate me hard.”

She encased his trim waist with her thighs as her ankles locked around his back. Zia thrust up to push against him in ravenous hunger.

Greg soon joined her. They fit like two perfect puzzle pieces as he moved in and out of her with a silken grace. Zia’s breath grew ragged as they found an easy rhythm and melded into one another.

She’d never known pleasure of this magnitude. It now made sense why some women could stay in bed with their sex partners all day. Zia might finally experience what had only been an urban legend for her up until now.

She was sprung over her mate.

Greg continued to drive their ascent up an impossibly steep mountain. With each thrust and retreat, he wove a thicker cord of love around her heart. There was nothing Zia wouldn’t do if he but asked.

Ecstasy beckoned, as they rode wave after wave of erotic bliss.

Greg put her legs up, looping them over his shoulders and pressed against them as he drove into her waiting body more. Zia yipped at the new fullness of his engorged member. A fresh wave of delight, new and exciting took over as she never experienced before witnessed sensations.

On a stack of bibles and a sure bet on the Mega-Millions Lottery, Zia would have never thought she could be this enraptured. It made sense why her body had all but betrayed her to mate with Greg.

This was home. Where she belonged and had always been destined to be.

As if sensing her mounting need, Greg increased the momentum and force of their collisions. Her body opened more with each clash. Zia never realized how shut down and cold inside she’d been until now.

It might be crass, but Zia knew Greg’s cock-slaying of her pussy gave her life. He was never, ever going to get rid of her now.

Greg pulled her up to straddle him as he sat up. He moved her heft of weight around like she weighed nothing. Another reason to be a total goner for this man. When she settled back down onto his thick shaft, he began to move her up and down with ease.

Zia quickly found herself bouncing up and down his long length with abandon. Love sounds that could never be mistaken for anything else but profound sexual activity filled the room, replacing words. Save the audible sounds of their heavy breathing, the room remained quiet to honor the sacredness of their eternal mating.

“I’m about to come, again,” she cried, unable to stop herself.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he almost barked in rapture.

Their eyes locked. Zia marveled at the haze of arousal that permeated Greg’s normally crystal clear blue orbs of enchantment.

Urged on by powers unknown, Zia wrapped her arms around his neck and increased her motion, grinding into his stiffness. Impaled and loving it, she didn’t mind that it felt like he could split her in two with the ferocity of their lovemaking.

As before, Greg shifted them back to the bed where he could look down at her.

“I want to witness our union to its fullness. Open your eyes and look at me as I give you my seed.” By now, his voice was low, and seductive, like the purr of the sleek lion he was.

Eyes locked, Zia held on as he increased their rhythm to inhuman speed. The slapping sound of their bodies against one another added to her arousal as sweat started to drip from both their bodies.

He moved them to another plateau of being as Zia’s body floated on the haze of ultimate arousal. When her body began to quiver and shake, it was too much.

An odd mix of extreme pleasure so fierce it held a hint of pain racked her body. One of her legs began to shake uncontrollably as her channel clenched down hard on his cock.

The swirling maelstrom of every past experience of sex was sucked into a vacuous funnel that might have led to a black hole for all she cared. The sensation of another freedom stamped its certainty on her soul. She was rid of the disgust of her past, never to emerge again.

“I’m coming!” she said over and over unable to stop the words dribbling from her heart.

Greg’s massive hands grabbed her ass cheeks as he thrust in deep and hard, pumping into her willing body.

“Uh!” he bellowed, loud and long.

New warmth filled her as he came hard and strong deep inside. A few more powerful pumps and her mate rolled to the side and collapsed next to her on the bed.

They breathed deep and hard as the newly mated couple allowed the hormones of ecstasy to wash over them leaving the feel-good trance that only happened when love, sex, and respect met to join two beings in mutually shared sexual pleasure.

“I love this energy—our energy,” Greg said, finally speaking after a few minutes to regroup.

“Me too,” was all she was willing to trust herself to say. Zia was tongue-tied from the tiny ignitions of awareness in the aftermath of such a hard orgasm. “I didn’t know an orgasm could be like that.”

“You’ve never had one?” he asked, curiosity evident.

“No, like I said, I was just there as a thing to be used. I got no pleasure, not once.”

He pulled her into his arms of comfort. “Oh, my love, I’m going to make sure I help you redeem the time.”

“How so?”

“By taking every opportunity to make love to you, whenever, wherever, and however you like.”

“Can I get that without blackout dates or other exclusions?”

“Now who’s being funny?” His boisterous laugh rattled her body in the best way.

“Who said I was playing. I mean it. I want sex on demand if at all possible.”

“So it shall be, provided we don’t impend on the rights of the others here in the Lair.”

“Oh, didn’t think about that.” Zia felt the heat rise to her cheeks. “Do you think they heard us just now?”

“No, everyone as gone about their day.”

She waggled her eyebrows as he looked at her seemingly recovered from their mating.

“What is that?” he asked, noticing her gesture.

“Oh, just a little sign to let you know that if you want to do that again anytime soon, I’m here for it!”

A throaty chuckle erupted. “Thank you, Goddess. You are my mate! I didn’t want to tire you out, but if you’re game, I’m ready. Our mating is complete. Now, let’s enjoy each other.”

His last syllable hadn’t dissolved into the air as Zia pushed him back, straddled and plunged down on his quickly stiffening cock. He clasped her hands and provided support for her to find and keep her balance as Zia rode him with abandon.

He was her addiction. She drove her body down hard, unable to get her fill of her mate. Searing hot, the fire burned through her body, as Zia swiveled her hips in figure eights, back and forth and around in pursuit of hitting every part of her vagina.

She was about to give in to fatigue but not the end of her pleasure when he flipped them to their sides. Entering her from behind, Greg drove in deep and slow. In this position, Zia was able to push back as hard as she wanted without having to support and balance herself.

He lifted her outer leg, angled his cock a hair to the front, and she saw fucking stars!

“Ooh, shit! What did you do?” She couldn’t control the impact of sensations that arrested her ability to see, think straight or reason.

Again and again, Greg hit a spot that sent her jumping. He learned fast and hugged her close as he continued to stroke that magical spot.

“Oh, God, it does exist,” she murmured, too shocked to know the even she had a G-spot. “Thank you, thank you,” she heard herself say over and over as her mate took her over the mountain into the stars with how good his cock was.

Little did she know that this was the start of his seduction. Greg reached around and began to stroke her clit with a light but fast pace. Her eyes gave up trying to focus and rolled back in her head as she slumped into his arms and rode the wave of orgasm that hit hard, fast, and deep.

“You feel too good to stop,” he said in her ears. “Tell me to stop, say it.”

“I can’t,” was all she could form to speak. “Don’t stop,” was her whisper.

The sex was so good, Zia swore she smelled rum soaked bread pudding, vanilla, cinnamon, butter, and all the choicest ingredients that went into one of her favorite desserts.

“Goddamn, you’re too good! You fuck me so good, yes! You’re a fucking beast. Oh, yeah, oh yeah,” she said, not believing the words that continued to fly out of her mouth. “Fuck me, yeah, ooh, shit! Yes. Ooh, shit, shit, shit!”

Greg flipped her over to her stomach, grabbed a pillow to prop her ass up and drove into his personal pussy again. He ground her down to mumbling mash as his cock became her pussy whisperer.

“Oh, God, oh God, not again.” Another orgasm with just as much force as the previous one crescendoed into enough of an explosion that her body felt like confetti as it floated on the waves of erotic oblivion.

Zia continued to float on in a sexual trance where unicorns could have come and played a game of Spades with her, and she wouldn’t have been the wiser.

This man!

Greg took no mercy in thoroughly turning her out for his cock and his alone. This must be what “dipped in gold” meant for when a woman was cock-slayed.

She’d gotten her wish.

And he still wasn’t finished.

When he turned her over onto her back all Zia could think was that she’d died and was drifting in an eternal orgasm. He took her over yet another plateau. This time her body must have cried uncle when she saw her feminine juices squirt in a shower to drench the bed.

“Well I’ll be, you’re my little squirter. Love it.”

Instead of embarrassment, she felt empowered when her show seemed to drive him to another level of arousal. Greg came hot and strong enough for her to feel it deep inside. Zia held on tight as they crested another wave together.

This time, Greg held his position over her until his breathing became steady again. When he’d regained enough composure to speak, he said, “I apologize. I lost myself for a moment. Did I hurt you?”

Before she could censor herself, Zia said, “Hell nah! I’m straight. I ain’t never thought I could feel like that ever in life. Fool with me, and I’ll never let you out of this room.” Lawd that man had her speaking the ratchet version of Ebonics, he fucked her so good.

His smile was large and infectious.

“I could say the same about you. I don’t mean to be so graphic, but you feel so amazing I can’t help myself. It’s like the more I taste, the more I want. You’re my addiction and Achilles Heel, my love.”

“I don’t know about all that, but I will say you hit it on the head when you said we were ‘well-met.’ I completely understand that saying now.” A yawn escaped before she could cover her mouth.

“That’s my cue to let you rest.”

“Only if you take a nap with me. I wouldn’t be able to sleep without feeling your body holding mine.”

“I’m here. Never going to get rid of me, my mate.”

It was her turn to smile. She assumed the one she unleashed to be as goofy and wanton as ever. Greg had imprinted himself deep within. Zia might not be able to articulate it exactly, but something way past normal had happened between them. She felt different like never before.

He moved them closer to the side of the bed to avoid that big wet stain she’d produced. Greg gathered her into his arms and spooned her.

“What, no feathers?” she asked as their breathing slowed down to welcome sleep.

“No need. I have what I want and need right here.”

“Good answer,” was all she said as another yawn slipped out.

Greg was asleep in no time. His breath deep and even as he slumbered with her. Zia took a moment to reflect as they lay here naked. It was the middle of the day in full daylight, and she had no shame being exhausted from lovemaking with her mate.

Her life had changed, and she loved the upgrade.

Her life had changed and she loved the upgrade.

As sleep claimed her, Zia sent a whispered special prayer to this Goddess her mate worshipped.

“Dear Goddess, if possible, please bless us with a baby whenever you feel like its right. I see how you knew I needed Greg. He’s so wonderful, and I love him to everlasting life.

“Thank you for choosing me to be his mate. I commit to following you as well. You did your thing with him as my mate; I’m not going to lie. Oops, I hope that’s not blasphemy.

“Anyway, I also see how empty I was after my abortion. If it's in your plan for us, please help me to conceive and birth a healthy baby Gryphon for us to love and raise. I promise to show you I can and will be a great mate, and mother if you bless us with a baby.”

Zia drifted off to sleep but not without feeling like the best maternal love washed over her. Words of divine promise blanketed her slumber as the Goddess found pleasure in her prayer and devotion.

My daughter, you have received my favor. Partake of my gift and love your mate above all others.