Fugitive (39 page)

   "What?"

   "Put your hands on me or suck me or something!" Leo begged when he had enough breath in him to speak.

   Tisana took his throbbing cock in her hands and massaged it gently before pulling him toward her to take it in her mouth. He hadn't been kidding when he said it was stiff; the veins were standing out all over it and the head was a deep shade of purple. Tisana sucked hard, pulling the ruffled edge back toward the head, a technique that Leo enjoyed enormously. He came almost instantly, filling her mouth with more of his sweet cream.

   Sighing with relief, Leo rolled onto his side and lay sprawled in the sand.

   "Now
that
was weird," Tisana commented. "Any idea what caused it?"

   "Unless this lake is enchanted, it has to be you," Leo replied.

   "Might be the moon or the purple sky," Tisana suggested.

   "The moon, perhaps," Leo muttered. He felt completely sated, exhausted, and barely had the energy to move. "Something about the way you look in the moonlight."

   "I meant the
effect
from the moon," Tisana said firmly. "The gravitational pull or something. It isn't as if you've never seen me in the moonlight before."

   "Different moon," Leo murmured. "Very different moon."

   Tisana laughed lightly and put her arms around him. "I suppose it might be affecting my powers."

   "That must be it," Leo sighed and snuggled closer to his beautiful witch. He wasn't about to tell her the real reason.

***

Manx felt as though he was drowning, and he didn't have so much as a toe in the lake.

   "Mmm," he purred against Drusilla's lips. "I should never have left you. I should have stayed and fought those Nedwuts instead of running."

   "Shh," Drusilla whispered. "At least there was some comfort in knowing you were safe. When Klarkunk aimed his rifle at you, I—well, I felt
murderous. I'v
e never felt like that before; like the whole world was about to be destroyed right in front of my eyes."

   "Don't worry about that," Manx said. "Jack seems determined to get to the bottom of this and, together, maybe we can put an end to it."

   "I hope so," Drusilla said with a shudder. "When I think about what could have happened, I can understand why she shoots Nedwuts on sight."

   Manx smiled. "I'm glad we're on the same side," he said. "I certainly wouldn't want to be the one she goes gunning for."

   "Me either," Drusilla giggled. "She is one tough cookie."

   Manx sighed. "What's a cookie—no, wait, you can tell me that later. Right now I just want to eat you alive."

   Drusilla giggled again. "That's what you do with cookies, actually."

"You eat them alive?"

   "No, they're baked in the oven. Sweet, chewy, and delicious."

   "Sounds good, but first, I think I'd like to feast on my delicious Drusilla."

   "Mmm, that sounds good too."

   Manx was purring softly as his lips began their slow exploration of her face and lips, his tongue delving into the soft recesses of her mouth, the taste of her sending clouds of desire swirling through his senses. His cock stiffened with anticipation as the slick syrup began to flow and he felt it bathing his shaft, readying him for the penetration to come. Kissing her neck, he pulled up her top and found her gleaming white breasts, the nipples hard and rosy in the moonlight. Nipping at one with his fangs while he teased the other with his fingertips soon had Drusilla writhing with the need for more.

   Straddling her, he pulled down her shorts, leaving them tight around her knees before forcing his dripping cock between her legs, teasing her swollen clitoris with the serrated head, raking it over her wet vaginal lips as she struggled to take him in.

   "Mmm, not yet," he purred. "I'm going to fuck your entire body first."

   Drusilla moaned. "I needed you so badly when Tisana gave me that potion, but I want you even more now."

   "Good," Manx purred. "Then you know how I feel when I taste you; like I can't wait another moment before I have you. But I'm going to wait. I want to get my cock wet with your essence and then spread it all over you so I can lick it off."

   Drusilla gasped, and Manx felt moisture flood the apex of her thighs, coating his penis, just as he wished. Pushing himself up, his body stretched out above her, and his toes buried in the sand while his stiff shaft slid between her legs.

   The expression of pleasure on Drusilla's face was all Manx needed to see. "That feels
so
good…"

   "It certainly does," Manx agreed. "Soft, wet—" then groaning as Drusilla squeezed her legs together, "—tight. I could stay there all night, but I'm not going to."

   Pulling out, he crawled up over her and rubbed his slick cock all over her face, neck, and torso, pausing to tease her nipples and paint her breasts with his orgasmic syrup as well as her own sweet honey.

   He leaned down and licked her with long, lazy strokes at first, but her skin shining in the moonlight, her scent, the taste of her, the sweat where their skin fused—it was all driving him mad, filling him with the strongest need to mate he'd ever experienced. "I don't think that potion has worn off completely," he whispered. "There's some thing else here that's doing something to me. I've never been so hard before."

   "Well, they say absence makes the heart grow fonder," Drusilla murmured. "But if it's Tisana's potion, I'm glad because otherwise you'd have no idea what torment it was for me to feel like that and not know if I'd ever see you again."

   "Trust me, Drusilla, I smelled it on the wind, and I know
exactly
how you felt."

   His tongue had traced a scorching path from her nipples to her navel and was heading straight for her clitoris when it happened again; the feeling that her desire for him was more than he could comprehend. Shaking his head to clear it, he plunged his tongue into her slit and licked it from top to bottom, teasing her with his tongue, gorging himself on her. He sucked hard on her clit, pulling on it until Drusilla's body careened into orgasm. He felt her hard nub thrusting against his tongue and her fingers in his hair, gripping his head to hold him against her. He teased her until the spasms ceased and she lay sprawled out before him, her chest rising and falling as the aftershocks of her climax shook her from head to toe.

   "Roll over," he said, his throat so tight he could barely speak. "I want to see that gorgeous ass of yours."

   Smiling seductively, Drusilla turned on her side, shifting her hips up as she turned.

   Manx fought the urge to sink his fangs into her creamy skin and dipped his penis in between her legs to cover it with more of her nectar. "I might bite," he warned, gliding the slick head across her bottom.

   "I don't care," Drusilla said, backing into him. "After all, I might want to bite you too."

   Manx licked her slowly, but was soon growling in frustration. She tasted like the pure essence of desire, and his penis felt as if it was about to split apart. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore; it was either mate with her or go mad.

   Pushing down on the small of her back, he nudged her legs apart with his knees and then sat back on his heels, his eyes drinking in the vision before him. Her creamy slit was swollen and wet, the syrupy fluid dripping onto his knees. His stiffly up-cocked penis was poised to take the plunge, and he gripped the shaft, spreading the lubrication from the head down to the base.

   "Drusilla?" he said thickly. "I can't do it yet. I—I'll come too fast. Turn around and suck me."

   "Mmm," she sighed dreamily. "Manx's dick. Never thought I'd get to suck it again. I should punish you for leaving me, you know."

   Manx grinned. "I think I'm punishing myself right now. It's killing me to wait."

   "Never heard anyone refer to getting their cock sucked as 'waiting' before," Drusilla chuckled. "Most guys would be happy with that."

"I am not 'most guys,'" he said with a loud purr.

   "No kidding," she said as she sucked him in and moaned in delight.

   "Taste good?"

   "Indescribably delicious," she replied.

   Manx watched her go down on him again and gasped as she pulled back on the ruffled edge with her teeth. "Ohhh, bite me," he purred. "Bite me and then suck my nuts."

   As Drusilla sank her teeth into his hard meat just behind the head, Manx felt the coronal points gush their magic potion into her mouth. Her orgasm followed swiftly and he heard her cry out as her body jackknifed and she let go of him. He waited breathlessly while she recovered and then sighed as she licked his scrotum with her slippery tongue. When she exhaled sharply, he had one brief moment to realize what was about to occur before she sucked it all in.

   Manx saw stars that had nothing to do with the deep purple sky above him. Drusilla's mouth felt hot and all he could think of was that he wanted her to— "Pull," he said, the word seeming to burst from his lips.

   He felt the tug on his testicles and his back and neck arched, sending his hair tumbling down his back to tangle in Drusilla's fingers. Her hands were gripping his ass as she took up a slow rhythm, rocking him back and forth, letting his balls slip almost out of her mouth before sucking them back in.

   "You're driving me crazy," Manx groaned, but wished he hadn't said a word when Drusilla let his nuts pop out of her mouth to fall heavily against his thighs.

"I believe that's the general idea," she said.

"Oh, don't stop," he pleaded.

"Maybe you'd like to do something else?"

   The vision of Drusilla's exquisite posterior swam to the surface of his memory. "Turn around."

   "With pleasure," Drusilla said as she turned and lay chest down with her bottom in the air. "How's this?"

   Manx made a strangled sound deep in his throat.

   "What was that?" Drusilla asked.

   This time he couldn't help it. He bit her—not enough to draw blood, but enough to make her squeal with delight.

   "Never thought that would ever feel good," she said, wiggling her hips at him. "Come on Manx, get that big, fancy cock inside where it belongs."

   It took only a second to penetrate her wet heat, and Manx knew she was exactly right. This was, indeed, where he belonged. He held her softly rounded hips in his hands and pulled her up tightly against him. His balls swayed and swung beneath her, their occasional bounce maddeningly tantalizing and infinitely pleasurable.

   Manx heard Drusilla's moans of ecstasy and thrust in harder and deeper, reveling in the sound of her soft flesh slapping against his groin. He wanted to go all night, and knew he should take it more slowly, but he couldn't help it; couldn't stop driving his dick into her for all he was worth.

   His body tensed and his balls sent jets of snard pouring into Drusilla's body, smoothing the way as his meaty cock thrust inside, but Manx knew it wasn't enough. He was ejaculating, but at the same time felt the overwhelming desire to continue.

"I don't want to stop!" he gasped. "Is this the potion?"

   "I don't know," Drusilla replied. "Surely it's worn off by now! I took it hours ago—I stopped feeling the effects about the time the Nedwuts showed up—but you can keep going as long as you need to." With a soft laugh, she added, "Believe me, I have no problem with that."

   Rolling her over and plunging into her soft, warm body once more, Manx kept on with short, hard strokes until he came again. Her slick inner muscles felt tight on his cock as he stretched her to the limit and filled her with his creamy snard. Drusilla eyes grew misty as he gazed into them, and, watching the euphoria begin, he knew he'd never seen anything quite so exquisite before. He listened to her cries of ecstasy as she lost all control, but knew he still wasn't finished. Not yet.

   Sweat was pouring down his chest and his muscles were beginning to ache in protest, but Manx had waited all the years of his life for this moment, and knew he would wait a million more if it meant being with Drusilla. She was his one, true, and lasting love, and though he might search the galaxy until the end of his days, he knew there would be no other. Then, like a bolt of lightning, his testicles tightened and spewed forth one last time.

   Sated at last, Manx rolled onto his back and lay stretched out on the warm sand, breathing heavily as he gazed up at the starry sky. Drusilla turned, pillowing her head on his chest, her arm flung across him, wrapping around his waist in a gesture of possession. He knew he belonged to her now, body and soul, and he wasn't the least bit sorry about it.

   "Do me a favor," he said at last.

   "Sure, anything," she replied.

   "Don't take any more of Tisana's potion—"

   Her head flew up in surprise. "Ever again?" she inter jected. "You mean you didn't
like
that?"

   "Until tomorrow." Manx tried to raise his arm to caress Drusilla's back and discovered he couldn't do it. "Well, no," he went on. "Tomorrow it would probably kill me. Better wait at least a week."

   "I don't know," Drusilla said doubtfully. "Don't think I can go a week without—"

   "I didn't mean that," he said hastily. "I mean the potion."

   "Oh, good. I was afraid you meant I'd have to go a whole week without you. I think—no, I'm
sure—
I couldn't do
that."

   "Well, if I have anything to do with it, you'll never have to try."

   Drusilla shook her head, still puzzled. "I know Tisana said that potion would only last three or four hours. It's been a lot longer than that."

   Manx sighed. "Guess I just missed you."

   "I missed you too." Drusilla said. "And I never want to have to miss you like that again as long as I live."

   "Me either," he agreed. Drusilla's arm tightened posses sively around him and Manx felt completely content. Perhaps it hadn't been the potion; perhaps it was just from being sepa rated from Drusilla for so long. He'd left other women, and he'd missed them, but somehow he knew this was different.
Drusilla
was different. He was mated to her now—and probably had been from the very beginning—for life.