Dark Throne, The (14 page)

Heather separated t
heir bridged fingers and held his so that his hand was
beneath hers. She guided their hands down and as she moved, Heather
separated her legs, eventually settling his palm between her
thighs.

He'd stiffened
. In
more ways than one. His body had been the first to react and then
his cock decided to prod her butt. Had her pussy not already been
molten with need, it would have just ratcheted up another dozen
degrees or so.

Even in the throes of anal sex or of a boyfriend going down
on her, she'd never felt this desperation
. It simmered beneath the surface and only the
situation, the strangeness of it all, enabled her to push it to the
back of her mind. She could only imagine the power of an orgasm
with Fade. With her tendency to already do so, this time, passing
out would be for all the right reasons.

His fingers flattened out against the gusset of her short
shorts and she felt the brush all the way through the
material
. One long digit slid
down the curve of her pussy and a low whimper escaped her throat as
she turned her face into the pillow and moaned into the soft
cushion. She let her hand drop to the mattress, when he gently
tugged away from her grip and pressed her forehead a little harder
into the pillow, when his fingers slipped beneath the waistband to
her shorts and to her panties. She sucked in her breath to ease his
access and shuddered as his hand touched bare skin. She was always
neat down there, with only a small patch of hair on her pubis, more
out of cleanliness than anything else. And now, with her nerves
screaming, she was glad of it.

His fingers slid further down and another shiver racked her
frame as almost as soon as Fade touched intimate flesh, they grew
moist with her need
. For a
moment, embarrassment scorched her and then, he said something that
made her snort with amusement.

"Ah, we call this a quim
.”

Being a fan of historical romance with an edge of erotica,
that wasn't the first time Heather had
learned of that word. It
was
the first
time she'd ever heard it uttered. "Quim? Seriously?"

"Yes
. You know of this
word in your own tongue?"

She nodded
. "I-I've
read it in a book.” Sucking in a breath, because it was hard to
concentrate with his hand stuck down her panties. "I found an entry
into Mearth, Fade.” When he stiffened and started to pull away from
her, she grabbed his wrist and tried to urge it into staying there.
"Is everything so old-fashioned?"

He desisted with the tug o' war over his fingers but his
voice was cool, as he said, "In comparison to this society,
perhaps
. But in many ways, we
will be more advanced. We rely on magic rather than the burning of
natural fuels to provide us with energy.”

She'd explained how electricity worked earlier, when he'd
seemed engrossed with the bathroom light switch
. Heather had winced at the idea of a world
without power, but had sucked it up. No TVs or computers. No game
consoles and no internet. Her left eye had started to twitch,
wondering what the hell people got up to without that kind of
entertainment. But, having spied the Mearthen idea of a feminine
wardrobe, she could pretty much guess what got
up.

"It's the way they do things here
. I'm looking forward to seeing Mearth and noting the
differences between here and there. But I'm glad I'll be with you
and I'm glad I'll be with my mom and dad. Otherwise I'd be as
scared as all hell.”

"I'm a stranger to you
. Why should I bring you any comfort?"

She frowned
. "Fade, my
mom and dad are strangers to me. You, at this moment and with your
hands down my panties, are not a stranger. There's a connection
between us. I can feel it.” Heather hesitated, suddenly feeling
very vulnerable. "Can't you?"

He was quiet for so long that Heather's insecurities
trebled
. She'd never felt so
much, so fast for anyone. And it wasn't that she was head over
heels in love with Fade. It was that something inside her responded
to him as though she'd known him since the beginning of time. While
she chose to be antisocial, Heather could make friends easily. When
she wanted one, she'd never been short of a boyfriend either. But
with them all, there was that gradual process of becoming
comfortable with them. A time when she ceased to feel embarrassed,
when discussing certain things.

With Fade, there had been no
embarrassment
.

At first, she'd been scared and then, reading her mother's
note, that fear had switched off and been replaced with
security
. She felt safe with
him. She could rail at him, scream at him and know that he'd never
hurt her. She knew it like she knew the face that stared back at
her in the mirror.

There was some freaky ass connection between them and
having viewed this new world she was about to tumble into, she was
damned glad he was coming with her
.

"Yes
. I feel
it.”

"Boy, you sound real happy about that
.”

"Firstly, I'm not a boy
. Secondly, if this is peculiar to you, then it is even
more so to me. I never expected to mate. My wings repulse too many
females- especially those whom are royals. The princesses tend to
have a more delicate constitution. This comes as a great shock to
me. I was close to my mother. I can't understand why she didn't
share this with me.”

"Would you have been happier knowing
that you had a mate?"

He shrugged
. "I don't
know. Are you ready to consummate this relationship between
us?"

"No
.” She sucked in a
breath and reaching behind her, grabbed his head and turning it so
that when she twisted her neck, her lips brushed his ear. "Fade.
You'll be careful, won't you?"

"Ah
. You have virginal
fears.” She felt his eyelashes brush the upper curve of her
cheekbone.

"Yes
.”

He exhaled smoothly
.
"That I can understand. We can wait. If you wish. A few more days
here on Earth will do neither of us any harm.”

Heather swallowed back the protest her pussy shot to her
brain
. Carefully, she shook
her head. "You know my mother said you'd be hit with a mating heat?
Have you?"

"No
. But it's beneath
the surface. I could probably wait a few days until you have been
gentled.”

Despite the need throttling her by the throat, she managed
a snort
. "If you're not a boy
then I'm not a horse. I don't need to be gentled. And this mating
heat. . . . well, I have it.”

"I doubt it, Heather
.”

"My last three boyfriends have all accused me of being
frigid, Fade
. I've known you,
what? A day? And your hand is where it is. Not because I'm forcing
it. Not because I'll meet my family as soon as we fuck. But
because. . . . because. . . .” She gasped as his finger began to
move. "Because I feel like I'll die if you don't fuck
me.”

"You're very wet
,” he
murmured in an almost clinical tone. One that seemed to measure the
depth of her need. The digit slipped down and ran along the small
canal that led to the entrance of her body. The tip dipped inwards
and rimmed the tight hole. "Very wet. And tight.”

"I know
. And it aches,
Fade. It's almost. . . .” Her gasp swallowed the last word.
Painful.

He nuzzled his face against her cheek
. "We shall make it better for you.”

"We will?" Her words throbbed with relief and while she
ought to have felt annoyed at his chuckle, she
didn't
. Her hand grabbed his
wrist to keep it right where it was.

"Yes
.” Even in its
state of overload, Heather's brain heard Fade's purr and responded
accordingly. His fingers were bathed in more of her honey and he
chuckled again, before turning ominously silent.

Ominous because his hand also ceased
movement.

She wriggled her form against him and felt his
erection
. In fact, it seemed
like a larger lump than before. Harder. His free hand clamped down
and he gritted out, "Stop.”

"What's wrong?" she cried
.

"The mating heat
. It
has started for me, too. Shit.” He muttered the curse under his
breath and sucked in a long, harsh breath.

Despite the depth of her need, Heather took
umbrage
. "And that's a
problem, why?"

Apparently realizing he'd said the wrong thing, Fade
nuzzled his jaw against hers again
. "It will make me more aggressive. I wanted to take you
gently. For the first time.”

Oh
. Well, that was
fine by Heather and she was quick to say so. "I don't care how you
do it, just do it soon. Dear God.” She began to writhe on the bed.
It was like a fever. It burned from the inside out, travelled
through her blood, scorching everything in its path until her brain
could think of nothing, could imagine nothing outside of Fade's
cock piercing her and fucking her.

Fade murmured, "I know, sweetling
.” He sucked in another breath. "I know. Thanks be to
Mother Mearth that you are wet.”

That said
, Fade turned
her on her back, settled between her thighs, did some rearranging
with the odd loincloth she'd noticed earlier and pushed
in.

Wet was an understatement
.

She could feel her pussy juices literally flooding
Fade
. Felt them as they curled
into droplets and coursed between her thighs to moisten the sheet
beneath her.

She felt no pain
. The
hymen that ought to have caused her at least a twinge of an ache,
disappeared in the blink of an eye and Fade was right where she
needed him to be.

A
shudder racked her frame
. She
wasn't sure how, but Fade's pre-cum had made the situation ten
times worse. Her pussy demanded more, which in turn had her blood
growing ever hotter. For a moment, she thought she was going to
pass out before it even got to the good stuff. But despite the
white noise bursting through her ear drums and the blindness of her
eyes, she managed to contain herself, simply by refusing to miss
out on this, her first ever vaginal orgasm.

And boy, was it going to be a banger
.

She shuddered at the thought and while Fade had kept as
still as possible, obviously wanting her to adjust, he took that
involuntary reaction of hers and began to pump into
her
.

It was only as he moved, as his cock dragged against
virginal tissues that began to cry out the Hallelujah chorus as he
passed, that she realized how huge he was
.

She thanked God for the mating heat, which had drenched her
pussy, because if it hadn't been for that, he would have split her
in two
.

Every part of that empty passage was filled
up
. To the brim. When he moved
out, his hips jerking backwards, her pussy wept at the loss and
then, when he thrust, it began to choke at being so god damned
full.

She moved her legs and gripped him about the
waist
. The angle arched her
hips and incredibly, his cock worked its way deeper into her
pussy.

They both cried out
,
their shouts blending as they reveled in each other.

Her blood had settled down to a raging
simmer
. It no longer scorched
as it worked its way through her veins and arteries. It simply
sizzled. And with each pump of his cock, with each inch of her
pussy that was forever declared his, that weird hunger inside her
abated. She needed to cum. Desperately. She needed it more than she
needed her next breath, but that weird
thing
, which
could only be the mating heat, purred with satisfaction.

She'd been claimed
.
And as soon as Fade's cum bathed her pussy, then it would be
official.

The thought was a catalyst
. The idea of Fade's sperm potentially melding with one of
her eggs to create a baby didn't freak her out, as it would have
done. She'd never considered herself mother material, but now, the
idea turned her on. The idea of Fade and her being tied together in
such a way seemed so right. It was meant to be and whether it would
occur now or however much time passed down the line, it would
happen. And she knew that like she knew Fade was hers, as she was
his.

The burst of arousal thoughts of procreating inspired had
her hands clawing at Fade's arms
. She wanted to claw at his back, use her nails to scratch
him but with his wings in the way, she couldn't.

He'd been concentrating on thrusting into
her
. In the dim light of the
street lamp, she'd spied his intent expression and knew that he'd
been focusing on not cumming too quickly. At her movement, his eyes
jerked to hers and a splash of sweat that had once dotted his brow
dropped on to her skin. It seemed to sizzle there for a moment,
branding her with heat and a whimper urged its way free from her
throat.