Chapter Eighteen
Kate was having an incredibly sexy dream. She was lying on top of her lover, face to face with her bare breasts pressed to his muscular chest. The contact made her nipples feel tight and achy and his warm scent was driving her crazy. He smelled like some kind of dark musk—a masculine spice that called to everything in her that was feminine and made her want to open herself to him completely.
In fact, she already was opening. Down below, she could feel the thick length of his shaft rubbing against her naked cleft. Mmm—that felt good. She could feel the delicious pressure of his cock against her outer pussy lips. It occurred to Kate that if she spread her legs just a little, her pussy would open and she would be able to feel his hot, hard cock sliding against her inner folds and throbbing clit. That would feel even better.
Yes, rub against him. Feels nice, doesn’t it? He’s so big and strong…so HARD, murmured a voice in her head.
Kate frowned, where had she heard that voice before? Maybe in some other dream—one that was almost as sexy as this one. But in that dream, she’d been in the shower with her lover and they had been washing each other—washing each other everywhere.
Of course, Kate knew it had been a dream, just like this one was, because it couldn’t be real. She didn’t even have a lover—hadn’t had one in years. So it was completely ridiculous to think what was happening was real.
Still, for a dream, it felt extremely real. She could feel the hard press of his hot shaft slipping between her pussy lips and sliding against the swollen bud of her clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her entire body. Enjoying the delicious sensations, she spread her thighs even wider and rocked her pelvis, letting the length of his shaft press even deeper into her wet inner folds.
She could feel the broad, plum-shaped head of his cock pressing hard against her belly, branding her with his heat and she couldn’t help wondering what it would feel like inside her—not just sliding against her inner cunt but actually entering her channel and thrusting deep inside to fill her pussy to the hilt.
Yes, do that—that would feel good, wouldn’t it? Let him slide his thick cock deep in your hungry little cunt…let him fill you up, the strange voice urged.
Kate frowned. She didn’t like this part of the dream. The voice in her head felt…wrong. Felt like it didn’t belong to her. But the sensations of the big male body beneath hers felt right—utterly and completely right. God, her pussy was so wet and hot and the silky skin of his thick shaft sliding against her sensitive clit felt so good.
This must be the best dream I’ve ever had, she thought deliriously. What is it when you know you’re dreaming? She was sure she’d read an article about it somewhere—oh right—Lucid Dreaming. That’s what it was called when the dreamer realized he or she was having a dream and was able to control the outcome.
I’m having a Lucid Dream, Kate thought. Which means I can do anything I want.
The thought brought a giddy sense of power along with the pleasure she was feeling at rubbing against her lover so intimately.
And it seemed that all the naughty, intimate friction was having an effect on the man beneath her too. With a low growl of desire, he clamped big, warm hands over her hips and ass, pressing her against him, joining her rhythm with long, slow strokes of his own.
“Oh, God!” Kate heard herself moaning. Rubbing against him had felt good but having him rub and thrust against her at the same time intensified the sensations immeasurably.
“Gods, baby—you’re pussy is so fucking wet,” she heard him groan as he bucked up to meet her. His big hands spread her wider, gripping her ass hard, pulling her down so that the friction got even hotter. “Can feel you rubbing so hard against my cock with your sweet little cunt,” her lover growled. “That’s right—ride me baby. Open your hot little pussy and rub against me until you come…come so hard on my cock.”
His hot dirty words turned Kate on even more. This was definitely the best dream she’d ever had. Her only regret was that she couldn’t see her lover’s face—she wanted to see him, wanted to kiss him as they raced to the finish line together. But it was pitch black in the room. In fact, the only thing she could see were two glowing blue points, almost like eyes right in front of her…
Eyes…glowing blue eyes! Suddenly Kate began to get a bad feeling. Didn’t she know someone who had glowing blue eyes? It was man—a male—and he wasn’t just someone in a dream. She actually knew him.
Rone! she realized suddenly. Oh my God, it’s Rone! And I’m not just dreaming this—I’m actually doing it. What the hell is wrong with me? Where are my clothes? Why am I acting like this?
Because you want to—because you want HIM. Give yourself to him—open yourself and let him slide deep into your cunt.
It was that voice again—the one that didn’t belong inside her head but was somehow there anyway. Kate began to feel afraid but at the same time, the cycle of friction and pleasure she and the big Kindred had built between them was rising higher and higher. Though she didn’t want to, she could feel herself getting ready to come.
No, I can’t! I have to stop—this isn’t me! I’m being manipulated somehow—I would never act this way on my own!
“No!” she gasped and began to struggle, trying to get away.
“Kate?” Suddenly the lights came on, the whole apartment filling with a dim, golden glow that nearly blinded her at first. When Kate’s eyes got used to the illumination, she saw that Rone was beneath her, a hungry look in his blue eyes.
“Please!” She struggled against him but her writhing only pressed his thick shaft deeper between her folds. “I thought it was a dream,” she gasped. “I never would have…I can’t…”
“I thought it was a dream too,” he rasped. “But we can’t stop now—we can’t. Please, baby, I have to make you come.”
“You what? No!” Kate struggled against him but his hold on her hips was absolutely unbreakable. “You already came earlier, in the shower,” she protested desperately. “Wasn’t that enough for you?”
“I didn’t say I needed to come—I said I need to make you come,” he growled. “Please, baby—just let me make you come.”
Kate tried to take stock of herself. She was completely open, her pussy spread wide as he thrust against her, riding her throbbing clit with the hard length of his cock, and there was nothing she could do about it. Nowhere to run to get away from the frightening sensation of pleasure and the feeling of being completely out of control.
“Rone!” she gasped, trying to get away. “No—I don’t want this!”
“I’m sorry.” His voice was agonized and his…his eyes were changing, Kate saw. From glowing blue, they were melting into a burning silver—the same color they’d turned back in the jewelry store. “I’m sorry, Lalli,” he rasped and had his voice deepened too? It had an almost animalistic edge to it now. “I’m sorry but I need to make you come. Please…please understand.”
For a moment Kate wanted to scream and struggle. No means no—even with your husband, she told herself. Not that she could remember him being her husband but still—the principle was the same.
But then she looked at his face again. The look in his silver eyes was so desperate…so hungry that Kate almost thought she could feel his need gnawing at her too. It was as though she could almost feel his desire, an insatiable craving pouring into her like water filling a clear glass.
He needs this, she realized and knew it was true, though she didn’t know why. Needs to make me come. I don’t know why but he needs it desperately.
“All…all right,” she whispered at last, nodding. “But not inside me. You can’t…can’t do that. Just…just rub against me. All right?”
“Yes.” Relief filled his eyes which were glowing so brightly now it looked like he had silver flames behind his pupils. “Yes, and I swear, baby, I won’t fill you tonight. I just need to feel you coming hard against me.”
And with that, he flipped their positions. Kate gasped as she found herself suddenly beneath him with her legs spread wide around his lean hips. Rone hooked his arms under her thighs, the better to open her, and found a new angle to press against her.
Kate felt a moan pulled from her lips as he ground against her, pressing her into the mattress, rubbing hard to increase the delicious friction that had been building between them.
“Oh…oh!” she gasped as he pressed deep, sliding the hot length of his shaft against her tender clit and wet, slippery pussy. She had never felt so open before—so owned. And though the sensation was frightening, she found it also turned her on. “Rone!” she cried. “Oh, God…Rone.”
“That’s right, baby,” he growled. “That’s right—open your sweet pussy for me. Just relax and let me make you come.”
Kate didn’t know about relaxing but she couldn’t help coming. He was pushing her to the edge with his hard thrusts, sliding his cock against her throbbing clit mercilessly until she felt like she was on fire. His big body on top of hers, pressing her into the mattress made her feel small and helpless and very, very hot.
Before she knew it, she was coming.
“Oh! Oh…Please…please!” she begged, almost unable to stand the intensity of the pleasure. Her back arched and her toes curled as her heart pounded and her breath came in short, staccato pants. “Oh…Oh!” she cried.
“God baby—yes. Yes,” Rone murmured in that low, growling voice.
His eyes gleamed silver above her then, slowly, Kate saw them turn back to blue. For some reason she had a relieved feeling—as though some great danger had been within a hairsbreadth of her and had suddenly turned back at the last moment, leaving her untouched.
But that was crazy, wasn’t it? What danger could she possibly have averted, just by letting him make her come?
As the pleasure ebbed slowly away, that was exactly what Kate wanted to ask. But before she could demand an explanation, the big Kindred had lifted her and set her down on wobbly legs by the side of the bed.
“Hey, what—?” Kate began but he only shook his head and disappeared into the bathroom. Kate was left standing there, throbbing, confused, and naked by the foot of the bed, uncertain of what was going on and what exactly had just happened.
* * * * *
Too close. That had been too fucking close! Rone paced in the limited area of the fresher, running his hands through his hair. His cock was still painfully hard but that wasn’t what bothered him now—no, it was the Beast still roaring within him, seeking to get out, which was his main concern.
Though making Kate come had helped a little, the hunger had been growing too long to satiate it completely with such a simple orgasm—one which didn’t involve any tasting.
Need to taste her…need to breed her! roared the Beast.
No! Rone took a deep breath and tried to calm the creature inside him. No, we can’t do that. She’s not ready. She needs time.
But the Beast didn’t care about that. It roared and raved, demanding its due.
We have to get out of here, Rone thought with desperation. It’s not safe anymore. Not safe for Kate. The hunger inside him was simply too strong and the Beast was too restless.
He’d been long due for a change. In fact, he and Kate had been planning a trip back to his home planet of G’nera before she was taken. There he could change in the Howlund—the special lands devoted to Wulven males in their fur-forms—and allow his Beast free reign on the night of the convergence of the full double moons. Kate, of course, would have been locked away safely, far from him when he finally set the creature inside him free.
But the trip had never happened since she had been taken and he’d spent so much time searching for her. Now the pressure inside him was reaching crisis proportions and Rone was afraid of what might occur if he couldn’t get hold of himself.
If he continued to provoke his Beast by denying it the sweet taste of Kate’s honey, it would eventually, inevitably break free, taking over his body and mind and doing whatever it wanted to Kate. And what it wanted was to ravage her—to not just fuck her but to breed her and make certain she was filled with his seed. It was a savage act—one that was almost certain to impregnate the female a Beast rutted with but Rone had always rejected it, even when he and Kate had despaired of having a baby after trying for three long years with no results.
“I’d rather just have you, Lalli,” he’d told her earnestly when she asked him about it. “I don’t want to risk you getting hurt. As much as I want a son, I don’t want one badly enough to put you in danger.”
Kate had protested that she was strong enough—that she could stand the Beast’s advances—but Rone rejected the idea. He wouldn’t risk her—she was too small, too precious. Now, if they didn’t get out of here soon, she might have to find out just how strong she really was. If the Beast broke free…
Rone shook his head. No—no I can’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen.
He would rather die than hurt Kate—would rather die than let her meet him in his fur-form—that of the ravening Beast who wanted only to devour and despoil.
He took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. Calm, he had to be calm…
It was a long, long time before Rone could get the Beast under control and even longer before he dared to leave the fresher. But finally he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He wrapped a white towel around his waist, since his black sleep trousers had somehow disappeared, and stepped out into the main part of the bubble apartment.
When he came out, he saw Kate standing there with a sheet wrapped around her and a frown on her face.
“Okay,” she said, glaring at him. “Do you want to tell me exactly what just happened?”
Rone spread his hands, trying to play it off. “You’re the one who woke me up, rubbing against me naked in the middle of the night. You tell me.”
“You know that’s not what I meant!” she snapped. “But speaking of that, how did we get naked in the first place?”
He shrugged. “You said yourself things appear and disappear at will around here.”
“Yes, but objects you’re using—not clothes right off your body!” Kate protested.
“I don’t know any more than you do.” Rone said shortly. “I don’t know what to tell you,”
“Yes, you do.” She lifted her chin determinedly. “And what you can tell me is why it was so important to you to…to make me come.” There were two spots of color high on her cheekbones but she refused to drop her gaze, even though she was clearly embarrassed.
Rone sighed and sank back onto the bed…and kept sinking—he’d forgotten that none of the furniture in this fucked up place would support him unless he was touching Kate. And from the look on her face, she wasn’t going to want him touching her for a long, long time to come.
Swearing, he extracted himself from the soft, pillowy bed which was sucking him down and went to stand in the kitchen area where he could at least lean against the counter. Kate followed him—clearly she wasn’t going anywhere until she got some kind of explanation. Which was going to be a problem since he couldn’t explain his hunger without frightening her or making her feel coerced.
“I can’t talk about it,” he said shortly. “I’m sorry, Kate but you wouldn’t understand.”
“Wouldn’t understand?” She raised an eyebrow at him incredulously. “What wouldn’t I understand?”
“Any of this.” Rone made a gesture with one hand, indicating himself and the whole situation.
“Why not?” Kate demanded. “I must have understood it—understood you—before my memory got wiped. I mean, we were married for three years. So why can’t you just tell me?”
“Because I don’t want to scare you, all right?” His voice came out in a muted roar and Kate flinched back, a look of uncertainty on her face.
“You’re doing a pretty good job of that without explaining anything,” she remarked in a trembling voice.
“I’m sorry. Baby, I’m so sorry.” Rone sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Please believe me, if I could explain things to you, I would. But I can’t—I just can’t. Okay?”
Kate just looked at him for a moment. Then she went over to the living area and turned on the viewscreen. She sat down in front of the couch and started to watch whatever was on—some kind of mindless drivel as far as Rone could see.
“Kate…baby…” He came to sit beside her but she scooted away from him.
“We’re in danger here, you know,” she said in a low voice, her eyes never leaving the screen.
“Yeah, no shit,” Rone growled, putting his head in his hands. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
“Here’s something you don’t know—I keep hearing a voice in my head. Whenever we’re being…being intimate.”
“What?” Rone looked over at her. Her cheeks were flaming and she still wasn’t looking at him.
“A voice. It’s not mine—not my internal monologue, I mean. It keeps telling me to…to do things with you. Keeps urging me to go further and further.”
“What kinds of things?” Rone asked, fascinated despite himself.
“What kinds of things do you think?” Kate snapped. “Sexual things. I heard it when we were in the shower together and again just now in bed.”
He frowned. “Is that the only reason you touched me…and let me touch you?”
“No.” Kate shifted uncomfortably. “I didn’t like hearing it. Both times I tried to resist it. It feels strange…invasive. And it wants me to do things I…I’m not ready to do.” She looked up at him at last. “Rone, I feel like we’re being manipulated here, by an outside entity.”
“Who? The Madam of Shadows?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe. But whoever it is, I don’t like it. I want to get away from this place—I feel like we’ve gotten as much out of it as we can. You know?”
“I’m beginning to think you’re right,” Rone said grimly. “It’s not safe here anymore. I know Commander Sylvan sent us here but I don’t think he knew anything about this part of the resort. There’s something wrong here…something dark.”
“Exactly. But how can we get out?” She crossed her arms over her chest and shivered. “Because we really need to, Rone—need to get out of here.”
“I know, baby.” Without thinking about it, he put an arm around her shoulders and hugged her close for comfort, just as he’d done so many times in their years together.
At first, Kate stiffened against him. Then, slowly, she began to relax and let herself melt against him.
“Hey,” she murmured after a moment. “The couch is actually supporting us.”
It was. They were leaning against the front of it and it was holding their weight—probably because they were touching. It gave Rone an idea.
“Why don’t we finish sleeping here?” he suggested. “It doesn’t require as much physical contact.”
“It’s so small though,” Kate objected. “We’d never be able to stretch out—well, you wouldn’t anyway.”
“That’s the idea,” Rone pointed out. “We can’t get into too much trouble if we’re all cramped up.” He hoped not, anyway.
“Well…” Kate looked at him doubtfully. “I guess it’s worth a try.”
Rone got the spread from the bed and draped it over the small couch. Then, with a little maneuvering, he managed to get on the couch with one foot on the floor and Kate between his legs, leaning against his chest. It wasn’t very comfortable and he hung off on both ends but after propping a pillow under his neck, he was able to find a position he thought he could sleep in.
Kate seemed a little more doubtful, though.
“Remind me again how this is any better than the bed?” she asked, leaning against his chest while trying to avoid his crotch. He was still only wearing a towel since there was no other clothing to be found anywhere in the apartment. At least his shaft had gone down but Rone had to admit he could feel it twitching, threatening to get hard again now that he had Kate in such close proximity.
“It’ll be okay,” he tried to reassure her. “I won’t hurt you, baby. You’re safe here with me.” He hoped.
“All right.” She looked down at the growing bulge under his towel. “Um, is that going to be a problem?”
“Not a bit,” Rone promised her, even though he could feel the Beast stirring uneasily inside him. “It’s just a natural reaction to having you so close, that’s all.”
“So…just having me near you, having me touch you, even in a non-sexual way, makes you, uh, hard?” She looked at him, her cheeks pink with a blush.
He shrugged. “Sorry, can’t help it.”
“But, is that the way it always is? The way it always was, between us, I mean?”
“Probably at least ninety percent of the time.” He shrugged. “What can I say? You turn me on.”
“So, let me get this straight—you walked around with blue balls for ninety percent of your life since you met me?” she demanded.
“Well, not exactly…” Rone shifted uncomfortably.
“Why? Were we constantly making love?” Kate wanted to know. “I mean like, five or six or seven times a day or something?”
“We usually made love at least once a day,” Rone said reluctantly. He was uncomfortable discussing this with her, knowing how she would feel about hearing the truth.
“Okay, but what about the rest of the time?” she asked. “I mean, I’ve seen how you…how you don’t, uh, go down even after you come. I mean your…your shaft doesn’t.” She motioned again at the white towel covering his crotch. “I can’t believe that once a day was doing it for you. Unless you were constantly sneaking off to the bathroom to, uh, take care of yourself?”
“No…” Rone sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He would have to tell her—at least a little. “The rest of the time you let me taste you. Remember I told you we had a kind of schedule we followed?”
She raised her eyebrows. “Yes, but that would be you taking care of me.”
“No—that was me taking care of both of us.” Or all three of us if you count my Beast. But he wasn’t about to bring the unquiet third party into the conversation. It would cause more questions than he could answer.
Kate frowned. “I don’t understand. How could you, uh, going down on me help you with your problem?”
“I almost always come when you come,” Rone said simply. “When I’m tasting you, I mean.”
“What?” Her eyes widened. “Without any other, uh, stimulation?”
“What other stimulation do I need besides being on my knees before you with my face buried between your legs, lapping your sweet cunt?” Rone murmured, looking at her. “What could possibly be more stimulating than hearing you moan my name while you pull my hair as I taste your honey?”
“Rone!” Her eyes got even wider and he could feel her breathing quicken. “You know I don’t…don’t want to do that.”
“I know.” He sighed tiredly. “I wish I knew why.”
Her face got a guarded expression.
“That’s private. Very private. I really don’t want to discuss it.”
“You never did in the past either,” he murmured, stroking a long red curl out of her eyes. “But I always wanted to know. Wished I knew what made you so wary of letting a male taste your pussy.”
“I think we should try to get some sleep.” Kate turned over carefully, so that his shaft, still covered by the towel, was at her back. This meant her head was resting on Rone’s lower belly which didn’t help the situation developing under the towel any. Still, he took a deep breath and told himself to just deal with it. Kate would come around in time.
Probably.
The lights went out again with absolutely no warning and they were plunged into darkness. Apparently their middle of the night adventure was over—it was time to sleep once more.