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Dark Moon Harvest - Chpt Four

Dark Moon Harvest
Chapter Four

Her shoulder burned at his erotic touch, and then something niggled in the back of her mind, penetrating the sex-induced fog. Last time this had happened it hadn’t happened at all, but her body tingled too deliciously for it not to have happened this time.

She glanced up, staring nervously into her lover’s eyes, and her voice quavered, “Are, are you Devon?”

“Now what sort of question is that?”

“Well, you know I’ve been having strange dreams lately and I just can’t be sure of what’s real and what’s not.”

A corner of his lips tilted with sensual amusement as he lifted her tenderly from the statue’s cock. She watched his own spring to life again and lost her line of thought, craving him instantly. But it just didn’t feel like Devon stood before her anymore. She couldn’t put her finger on it but something felt different. And why did her mind feel so clouded like she was doped up?

Her heart hammered with growing fright as everything about her seemed to darken and spin. Flashes of change in his appearance occurred before her very eyes, as she concentrated with some difficulty on her prior tasks and why she had come here in the first place. Her friend slowly melted away, replaced by the seductive, handsome stranger. Her eyes narrowed defensively as she attempted to cover herself, but he reached forward and clasped her hands to prevent it.

“Who… who the hell are you and why are you doing this to me? Get your hands off of me,” she hissed.

Somewhere deep inside, a secret part of her hoped he wouldn’t listen.

“Not only are you the perfect hot-blooded mate, but you are intelligent as well. You are what others would call my perfect match, or my soul mate. Perfect package.” He leaned in and deeply inhaled her unique scent.

“Answer my question,” she quavered hotly, trying again to reach for her clothes.

The sensuous tilt to his lips spread into a smile as he replied, “I’ve come to claim you. It is time for the Dark Moon Harvest.”

Chills raced across her spine and she tensed as though ready to flee.

He opened his mouth and his voice rumbled the most intoxicating sound she had ever heard. She relaxed and her eyes glossed over as she quit struggling and leaned into him, moaning while she instinctively opened her legs for his entry. He took full advantage as he spread his tremendous pitch black wings about her and lifted her gently to him. He lowered her onto his throbbing cock as she wrapped her legs about his torso while her arms encircled his neck. Slowly, they moved together in moaning liquid motion, stoking each other’s flames as all else drifted into nothingness. Theirs was a perfect and equal union.

Unexpectedly, a figurine crashed nearby and in an instant they separated. He released her and turned with fury toward the intruder while yanking her behind his back to protect her.

“Get away from her,” yelled Devon as he picked up another figurine and pitched it like a baseball even closer. His eyes narrowed with obvious intent to damage as he barreled forward ready to battle the stranger fucking his best friend.

Frustration flickered across the man’s face and he turned his anger upon the unwanted intruder. It was as though two bulls faced one another. The stranger made to move toward Devon when a small, delicate hand touched him-a reminder of his lover’s ties to the intrusive human. This instantly halted the inevitable. With an audible curse he turned and quickly melted into the depths of the statue’s shadow.

“Rae, are you okay? Did he hurt you? My God, what did he do to you? Where are all your clothes? Did he rape you? That son-of-a-bitch!” He exploded with questions as he raced frantically to her side then stooped to find and retrieve her strewn clothes.

Raven could feel the fury and concern radiating from him and stood mesmerized by the rapidly pounding jugular in his neck. His words seemed clipped and breathing strained.

She couldn’t answer his questions. Her sex-fogged mind wouldn’t allow it as she interrupted his search with but one purpose in mind.

“Ahhh, Devon, touch me,” she purred, pulling him up from his hunt and clasping his hand to her breast, then moving it down to rest between her legs.

Take him, enslave him, entreated a seductive feminine voice in her head.

The heat radiated from her thatch.

“No, no, it’s not right,” he whispered, attempting to pull his hand back. His breathing still seemed somewhat labored which excited her senses. Her scent surrounded them. Her voice sounded strangely erotic and persuasive-almost hypnotic. And what had happened to the man that was here only moments before?

“Why, because you’re gay?”

“That, and because you’re vulnerable right now, whether you know it or not. You didn’t answer me. Did he rape you? Molest you?”

She continued to ignore his questions. They were unimportant at this time.

“What if I’m not as vulnerable as you think? I know it sounds wrong, but I wanted him, I really did, still do. I think I’m completely wicked.”

“No, not wicked,” he replied, gazing into her strange filmy eyes as he attempted to cover her, but she wouldn’t allow it. She shoved his hands impatiently away and merely stood before him, trailing her fingers down her soft, naked skin.

“I am, because I want you too. But I can’t have you. Every time I think that I have a chance to have you, he appears. And this time he showed me his wings, beautiful black feathers, like a dark angel.”

“You’re rambling, love,” he replied, feeling her forehead with his hand.

She burned hot, but not from fever.

“He had no wings that I could see.” The room felt hot, stifling. His mind clouded, dimming everything about him except the two of them. He reached down again but this time touched upon her mound and moved a finger to her clit. It was enticingly hard.

Just as quickly, he yanked his hand back confused.

Take him, Raven…she urged.

Something predatory filled her, unexplainable yet welcome.

As the whispers filled her head, a wicked smile spread across her lips while a throbbing energy moved through her body. “But he showed them to me and told me that he was here to claim me for the Dark Moon Harvest. I think maybe he’s some sort of demon instead of an angel.” She leaned into Devon and stood on her tiptoes as she placed a sultry kiss upon his lips. To her delight, he moaned at her touch. “Are you Devon?” she asked, suddenly concerned.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” He tried to push her away but her seduction proved stronger than imagined. Her hands fluttered along the length of his body, awakening every fiber of his being. She felt his own hand snaking around to grab her ass pushing her against his hardness.

“Because he was you twice, then himself twice… or was it three times?” she purred, then pulled his mouth down to claim him. The room felt as though it moved and swirled. Devon groaned, and then pulled her harder against his body. She knew she made him doubt himself so easily.

His eyes appeared filmy, dim as though the lights were on but nobody was home.

His hands intimately traveled her body as she moaned throatily, encouraging him. She couldn’t remember where she was or how she had gotten here. All she knew was that here before her stood the most tempting creature she had ever seen and she was determined to have him one way or another.

Raven reached down, releasing his hardness from its confines for her pleasure. He breathed heavily, obviously unable to stop himself as she grasped him in her small hand. Slowly, she stroked the bulging thickness then ran a thumb over his engorged head to feel the moisture easing out. With a sigh she bent down, lapping at his tasty juices while tongue-teasing his hole and as his breath exploded, she swallowed him deep within her throat.

With desperation, he tangled his fingers through her hair, urging her to please him as he moved against and into her. Her mouth felt so hot and wet and her tongue so devilishly wicked. For several moments she savored him, until she released him and turned around to bend forward upon the statue’s lap. The statue’s dick pressed the side of her breast and she lowered her mouth upon it to taste herself. Her wet pussy lay bare before him like a glorious banquet. She could tell that he tried to halt himself struggling visibly to maintain control, but instead she found his swollen head pressing inevitably closer to her sweet feminine lips.

His cock cradled between her legs.

“Yes, love, fill me, take me, make me yours,” she growled, undulating her ass toward him. The tone of her voice vibrated through the stillness of the air filling them with decadence.

It was as though a spell had been cast upon them both. A part of her mind knew that he had to do what she commanded of him. Her mesmerizing voice assured his compliance overpowering any resolve that might still remain. Automatically, he grasped his dick and pressed deeper into her pussy entrance. She felt the pressure of his head then the glorious give of her body as she opened for him.

“Yes, yes, take it, take it now,” she cried out, quivering with excitement.

He groaned loudly, still trying to fight the urge, and then thrust his cock in hard and impaled her. He buried himself to the hilt as his balls banged against her entrance. Her wet delicious heat engulfed him and she squeezed hard to feel the throbbing pulse across his meat.

“What is happening?” he moaned hoarsely, pulling back then tightening his ass and flinging his hips forward while digging his fingers into her hips. Mind-numbing pleasure shot up his cock and into his body.

“You’re fucking me, Dev, just like we both want it,” she whimpered, pressing and grinding back against him while she squeezed tight muscles upon him. She then eagerly suckled the statue’s dick.

His mind emptied of conscious thought as he went into a strange overdrive, picking up speed and pumping her. She continued sucking on the statue’s cock as he plowed into her body, beating violently with his own hips. The marble cock began to pulse in her mouth and she smiled wickedly, glancing up into the pale stone eyes of her lover. Anything for you, a man’s voice echoed in her head, and understanding passed between them as she felt his cock fully come to life.

“Put my pussy on the statue’s cock, Dev. Do it now,” she commanded.

He did as commanded, turned her about then lifted her onto the solid shaft. He placed his hands beneath her ass and she positioned her feet so that between the two of them, she could rise and fall rapidly. Pleasure raced across his face as her tight skin slid up and down upon it. The statue’s cock pulsed harder, buried deep inside her… expanding and enlarging until the fit nearly split her. She felt it moving within her, hot and alive. Wildly, she flung her head to the side as seductive whispers of love and destiny and eternal passion filled her mind.

Pleasure yourself, my love. Pleasure yourself for me, the dark stranger’s words urged her.

“Dev, stand up and straddle me so you can fuck my face. Do it now.”

He followed her instruction, lifting himself and bracing a muscled leg on each side of her while holding onto the statue’s arms. She reached back and grabbed the statue’s torso, to help her rise and fall upon his shaft. Immediately, Devon thrust his hips forward to plant his dick down her throat. Raven suckled him hungrily while he enjoyed the feel of her lips and tongue. She continued to pleasure herself upon the statue.

The lights flickered and dimmed while he manically plunged in and out of her mouth, oblivious to all else except the pleasure she provided. He never knew, never felt the statue move as it thrust up and plowed into Raven. Quietly, the statue’s wings reached down under her arms and about her breasts, rubbing across her hardened nipples and supporting her; he thrust wantonly into her body.

After all, immortals could always find a means to achieve their goals.

With a loud cry and violent shudder, Devon shot his cum down her eager throat while her immortal lover filled her with his seed again and again.