Archive for The Boundaries

Hot Excerpt – The Boundaries: Awakenings

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on July 22, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

The Boundaries: Awakening
Deception Never Felt So Good

Content Warning: Contains graphic sexual content that may offend some readers.

The hands slid up her body. Skimmed her hips, smoothed over the flat plain of her belly and feathered up her rib cage. She sucked in a swift breath, the action causing her passion-swollen breasts to rise and fall. Fingertips brushed the bottom curve of their swell and she sucked in another breath. Gods, yes…
The fingertips traveled higher, following the heavy curve of each breast in a slow, languid line until strong fingers touched her puckered nipples. “Beautiful,” Zeric murmured, his breath warm on her neck. His rigid cock nudged the cleft of her ass cheeks, a clear testament to his desire. “So beautiful.”
Jai’Enna leant back into him, enjoying the feel of his hard body pressing against her back, of the confident yet tentative way he traced her nipples with his fingers. He lowered his head, the distinctly untamed scent of his flesh filling her breath as he placed his lips on the curve of her neck, at the sensitive line just above her collarbone. Her eyelids fluttered closed and she released a sigh.
“You like that?”
His low question made her smile and she slowly rolled her hips backward and forward, caressing his cock with the curve of her ass. “Very much.”
“And this?”
He closed his fingers over her breasts, cupping them with infinite care. His cock twitched against her butt, reminding her — as if she needed it — of how much she affected him. She lifted her hands, placing them lightly over the backs of his, increasing their pressure. “Yes.”
He turned his lips to her jaw line, nibbled on its straightness until his mouth found her ear. His tongue flicked at her earlobe, his teeth nipped its softness. She hitched in a quick breath and flattened his palms harder to her breasts. “Yes,” she said again, the word almost a sigh.
A low moan rose from his broad chest. She could feel its rumble. It made her nipples pinch tighter and her pussy grow damp. A squirming sensation began between her thighs, a tickling of wet fingers that made her blood roar and her pulse quicken. He followed her wordless request, squeezing each breast harder, increasing his hold until his fingers bruised her flesh and left her gasping and whimpering for… “More. Please, more.”
One hand left her breast, and before her body could cry out in denial, it reveled in jubilation when strong, long fingers slid between the junction of her thighs and parted her nether-lips. They delved deep, rolling over her burning clit as they sank into her tight folds. She arched her spine, pushing her cunt harder to his hand and her ass harder to his cock, wanting to soar higher. She lifted her arms, locking them behind his head and turning her own, offering her parted lips to his mouth. He took them, feasting on their softness, his tongue hot and wild. His hands continued their worship of her body, the fingers in her sex seeking the sweet spot in wriggling, twisting strokes, the hand on her breast cupping and squeezing.
Tears of Druentia.
Jai’Enna’s knees trembled and she felt a wall of creamy pleasure release in her pussy, not an orgasm, but a preamble to the absolute rapture she knew would soon consume her. Its musky sweetness filled the air and Zeric moaned again, low and decidedly animalistic, his hand between her thighs dragging back up to take possession again of her other breast.
“You are truly wonderful.”
The deep male voice filtered through Jai’Enna’s desire-clouded brain and she whimpered again, her cunt growing more sodden with its haughty intention.
Confident hands slid up her calves, the backs of her knees, her thighs. A warm breath feathered her belly, just below her navel before lips more arrogant than Zeric’s scalded a brand on the smooth curve of her mons.
She sucked in a swift breath and tightened her arms around Zeric’s neck, deepening their kiss as Tornada’s hands worked her thighs wide and his mouth claimed her cunt.
His tongue plunged into her sex, rolling over her clit in small circles that sent ripples of tension through her body. His hands moved higher up her thighs, the tips of his index fingers following the velvet line of her pussy-lips back to her perineum. She thrust her hips forward, spreading her legs farther apart to grant his mouth greater access to her sodden sex and his fingers greater access to her ass. Gods…
Zeric dragged his mouth down her neck to nuzzle on her shoulder, his hands growing more savage on her breasts. He pulled on each nipple, tweaking one and then the other in a rhythm matched by Tornada’s tongue on her clit. The unspoken harmony between the two made her head swim with heady lust and a low moan slipped from her lips. She buried her hands in Zeric’s hair, closing her eyes to the sensations his mouth and hands created in her body as she lifted one leg and hooked it around Tornada’s shoulders.
Her cunt opened more, sopping with creamy hunger, a hunger Tornada greedily lapped at with his tongue. The fingers exploring her cleft slid closer to the tight hole of her anus, slicking its clenched entry with her juices. They traced its closed form, making her shift with impatient need, driving her hips harder to his face. “Damn you, don’t tease me!” she ground out, tugging on Zeric’s hair, wishing they’d both continue their languid torture forever and wanting them to bring her to a screaming climax now.
How can you have both?
Jai’Enna didn’t know, she just did.
The conflict drove her crazy and she snatched at one of Zeric’s hands, forcing his assault of her breast to increase. She felt on fire. Her cunt grew hotter, wetter with each thrust and lick of Tornada’s tongue and her breasts grew heavier with each masterful twist of her nipples by Zeric’s fingers. Breath short, heart pounding, she moaned again.
Without a word, she was lifted from her feet, Zeric supporting her torso with his strong arms, Tornada’s mouth still feasting on her sex as his arms wrapped around her hips. She gasped, the sense of being weightless while her body was worship by them both so surreal, so erotic she almost came there and then. Her stomach clenched, her muscles tensed, and suddenly she was pressed to her back, the surface beneath her soft and silken and cool.
Tornada’s mouth never left her pussy. His tongue worked her clit, flicking it over and over again in fierce, tiny strokes. His thumb plunged between her drenched lips and she bucked, her spine arching in such a way her breasts shoved high toward the heavens. Zeric’s hot, wet mouth closed around one nipple before she could flatten, hands both preternaturally fast and tipped by blunt claws whipping under her back and keeping her spine arched, holding her in the position, her breasts thrust up, her cunt spread wide.
She writhed, heels, ass cheeks and shoulder blades pressed to bed. Tornada suckled at her sex as Zeric suckled at her breasts, their surreal harmonious rhythm returning once more. It was as though they were one, a creature created solely to pleasure her. Neither spoke to the other, but both knew exactly what the other did and complemented their action, heightening the rapture rolling through her until she could barely draw breath.
“Druentia wept!” she called as Zeric’s teeth nipped at her nipple the exact moment Tornada’s teeth closed down on her clit. A shudder rocked her, from her sodden core to her swollen breasts. She grabbed at the cool sheets beneath her, a distant part of her mind wondering where she was. No bed she knew was fitted with Sheilite silk.
Does it really matter?
Zeric’s mouth slid from one breast to the other, his tongue, lips and teeth branding the throbbing swell of flesh his own.
She fisted the sheets again, lifting her hips and tossing her head from side to side.
Her climax was building, coming at her hard. She didn’t want to come yet. She wanted to feel them both…
Tornada’s mouth left her cunt and he slid up her body, mirroring Zeric’s position by her side. He took the nipple Zeric had so recently abandoned between his lips, rolling it between his teeth in ever-increasing pressure. Both men suckled and gnawed, each working — again — as one, so neither nipple was without suction.
Jai’Enna cried out, grabbing at each man’s hair, holding their heads imprisoned to her breasts. Their mouths worshipped her. When one sucked, the other nibbled, when one teased, the other tortured. Heat washed over her, a drowning force she willingly succumbed to. She rubbed her thighs together, her pussy clenching and constricting, wanting to be filled.
By who?
She ignored the soft question. Ignored the conflict it created deep in her core. Later…
The two men suckled harder, and then, in perfect sync, slid one hand each down her torso, palmed her belly and found her cream-slicked sex. Tornada’s finger parted her lips first, delving into her tightness with slow, steady penetration. Zeric’s followed, his knuckle finding her clit with familiar ease. She gasped, tugging on his hair and pushing her hips higher. Both men plunged their fingers in deeper, filling and stretching her, making her whimper. They stroked the wall of her sex, twin caresses that flooded her pussy with fresh cream and her body with liquid heat. She cried out again, bucking under their invasion, each hoarse sound feeding their frenzy until their fingers were drenched in her juice.
And still they suckled on her breasts. Still their mouths made love to her nipples. Sensations washed over her, through her. She thrashed on the bed, hammering her hips to their masterful hands, pushing her breasts harder to their talented lips. How did they do it? How did they take her to the Nine Heavens with just their —
Both hands twisted, a flick of each wrist, and suddenly four fingers penetrated her. Four wildly wriggling fingers that drove her to the edge and pushed her over. Four fingers that released the flood and made her scream as climax after climax after climax claimed her. She threw back her head, pressing it to the softness beneath her, her breath ragged, her pulse pounding, the scent of her release — of her desire — intoxicating, more potent than Bliss could ever be.

Advertisements

Hot Excerpt – The Boundaries: Awakenings

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on June 25, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

The Boundaries: Awakening
Deception Never Felt So Good

Content Warning: Contains graphic sexual content that may offend some readers.

“Slave,” Tornada snarled, his blood running hot, his mouth dry. “Show the Archeron how talented you are.”
He jerked on the leash again, the long strip of leather snapping tight. For a moment Jai’Enna didn’t move and a cold sense of unease twisted in Tornada’s gut. But then the finely toned muscles in her back flexed, her ass cheeks tightened and she lifted slightly from her obeisant bow, turning while still on her knees to face him, her head aligned with his crotch, her hands folded loosely in her lap.
A lump formed in Tornada’s throat. Thick. Solid. He looked down at her, his eyes drinking in the fire-red of her wild hair, the smooth pale perfection of her shoulders. His cock twitched and stiffened, eager for the touch of her lips. His chest however, squeezed tight, knowing the heaven, the sheer rapture of her mouth on his shaft might very well end with his suicide.
And then she lifted her head and wide eyes the color of Keltarian jade stared at him. Unreadable. Indecipherable. Enigmatic. “As you command, Master,” she said on a husky breath, before reaching forward, unsnapping the fasteners of his trousers and releasing his cock of its snug confinement.
Her long, tapered fingers closed around its throbbing length immediately, sending shards of liquid pleasure straight into Tornada’s balls. He sucked in a sharp breath, fighting — no, battling for control. The need to bury his fingers in the thick tumble of her hair was overwhelming. To bury them into the cool, silken strands and direct her mouth to his cock, to feel her slide her full lips over its bulbous head. Almost as overwhelming as the inescapable knowledge she was going to kill him, slipping into his mind the second he orgasmed and suggesting something ominous and irresistible. That the pleasure he felt now, was the last he would ever feel.
He ground his teeth, every fiber of his being taut, every muscle burning. Silently, slowly, she leant forward at the hip and touched the tip of her warm, wet tongue to his turgid erection.
A low, raw gasp filled his lungs and his eyelids fluttered closed. By Aop, he remembered this. So well. Too well.
Her tongue swirled over the stretched skin of his cockhead, tracing tiny lines across its hot surface, flicking at the sensitive glands just below its distended rim. Her fingertips found his thighs and slid up their bunched length, teasing the soft hairs on his balls with a feather-light stroke before slipping around to grasp his ass cheeks.
He opened his eyes and gazed down at her, fisting his hands on his hips, forcing his body to be still. No matter how much he longed for every exquisite, dangerous second of her touch, he needed to convey the impression of a slave master, not a man ruled by a heart that should know better.
Her head dipped forward, her teeth nipping ever so gently at the very tip of his cock. Her fingers caressed his ass, kept his hips motionless as her tongue painted his cock with long, wet strokes — head to base, base to head. His blood sang in his ears and his pulse quickened, more so when she closed her lips over that bulbous, throbbing head and took it into her mouth. She sucked lightly, the pressure sending shooting ribbons of tension down his shaft into his balls. A low groan sounded in his throat and he pulled in a short breath through his teeth.
Control. Control.
Her tongue worked the underside of his cock, lathered it, teased it. Her head bobbed, drawing her lips up and down his turgid length, drawing another groan from deep within his chest. A movement in the room caught his pleasure-fogged attention and he flicked his gaze to the Archeron. The Master Slaver stared at them, the snug material of his leather breeches tented at the crotch, his right hand cupping at the bulge beneath. But his eyes, glowing orange with hunger, still revealed his wariness. Either he knew who they were, or he suspected they weren’t who they pretended to —
Jai’Enna’s fingers slipped from Tornada’s ass and cupped his balls and the disturbing thought vanished from his mind to be replaced by utter sexual fervor so intense his eyes closed and his muscles coiled. Her tongue curled around his cock, her teeth scraped its sides. Pain threaded through pleasure and he let out a raw moan. By Aop, her mouth was better than the Ninth Heaven!
He thrust his hips forward, shoving his cock deeper, feeling its swollen head ram the back of Jai’Enna’s throat. The tip of her tongue flicked at the swell of his sac, sending a wild wave of wet heat into his groin and up his spine. He ground his teeth, determined to hold off the inevitable. If this was the last time he drew breath, he wanted it to last.
“Very good,” the Archeron murmured, voice oily with appreciation and approval. “Very good.”
Tornada tuned him out; drew to his mind a room scented with fine incense and decorated with even finer silks and satins. He no longer stood in the seedy viewing room of a Cluster-Fuck Barge, but the master suite of his family’s primary castle. He no longer feared for his life from the woman at his feet, but feared for the day she would leave him, claimed by time and old-age, gone to the Nine Heavens after decades of contented, blissful life together.
Jai’Enna’s fingers slipped from his balls, worked their smooth way past his perineum to the clenching hole of his anus. One firm fingertip pressed at that puckered hole and Tornada bucked, ramming his cock deeper into her mouth. She knew exactly what to do to make him boil with scalding pleasure. She always did. Her finger pressed harder to his ass, penetrating ever so slightly the gripping circle of muscle even as her mouth continued to pull and suck at his cock.
“Aop!” The cry burst from his lips, hoarse and savage. He grabbed at her hair, tangled his fingers in the cool, thick strands, a lifeline he knew she would both enjoy and despise. Unable to control himself, he fucked her mouth, plunging into the hot, wet well in wild thrusts, his aching, heavy balls slapping against her chin, his body burning with the need to erupt.
A moan sounded in the room, a vibration filled his balls. He opened his eyes and, blood like electricity, dropped his gaze to Jai’Enna.
She sucked at his cock, her lips glistening with moisture, her own eyes closed — the perfect picture of an obedient slave. But it was the expression on her face that made Tornada’s heart pound. Ecstasy. Another moan tickled his ears, another tiny wave of vibrations rippled his balls. Euphoria flooded through Tornada. Jai’Enna was enjoying what he’d ordered her to do! For three moon-cycles they’d devoured each other’s bodies in lustful hunger. Just as she knew him, so too, he knew her. The expression that softened her face could not be created, no matter how important for deception.
She wanted to give him pleasure. Drew her own from his.