The Siren Series 3: Brandon (A Siren Novel) (13 page)

Brandon took my virginity in a brutal, erotic press of flesh. Mikhail chases it with one of his own.

His large hands grab the globes of my butt cheeks, and he spreads me. The bud of my ass is taut above the precious real estate of my well-used pussy.

“My turn,” he repeats in a husky murmur.

The battering of his flesh deep in mine begins.

The angle is utterly different, and he uses his length to his advantage, diving deep and filling me. My pussy tries to milk this new cock like the old one, and heat radiates from the tip.

“Her body already begs for my seed,” Mikhail says.

I nod against the covers.

“Yes—please yes,” an alien voice replies. I barely recognize it as my own.

Mikhail uses the speed I assume only vampires have, and my pussy loosens for his sheathing and tears at him as he departs.

“I am nearly...” he begins.

My hips beat back against his, my pain gone as my sex takes over.

“Done!” he yells. His cum fills me, and I groan as his seed cools the friction of his slamming into me.

Mikhail cups his larger body over mine and speaks against my temple. “You will be well and truly bred this night, breeder.”

The pulses of my pussy keep time with the residual throbbing of his release. I'm too spent to speak, but I manage. “Ren?”

“I am here,” he says, knee-walking to put himself in my view.

“You don't... mind?” I ask as Mikhail withdraws.

Ren shakes his head, plugging my leaking hole with two fingers. They come away with Reaper seed and my virgin blood.

He licks it off, and I shiver, watching him.

When his fingers are sucked clean, he says, “Lay on your back.”

I roll over, my legs falling open once more.

Then he surprises me. “Fuck me, Nova.”

“I?” I ask then smile. He lies on his back, his huge erection standing up like a sword.

“Not on my back then?”

He shakes his head. “No.
Ride me
, Nova.”

I glance at Ren and Mikhail, who watch with eyes glittering with lust.

They like watching.

I like doing.

I straddle Ren, centering myself above his shaft that whispers against my opening. I shiver with anticipation.

I've waited a long time to fuck Ren.

I gradually slide down the length of him. The cum and juices from my Reaper couplings aid my descent.

“Oh, Nova,” Ren whispers. His head tips back in ecstasy as my plump lips wrap him.

When I'm fully impaled, I rock my hips, and he groans. I move faster, and he grabs my shoulders, pressing me against him.

His hips plunge up, moving him deeper into me, and I shove backward. A finger enters the bud of my ass, and the sensation adds to my excitement.

I move backward against the finger, pushing it and Ren's dick deeper. Another orgasm blooms like a flower inside my core. I move harder, shoving Ren's dick and the finger deeper, and hold my breath.

Ren's next thrust takes me over the edge, and an explosive exhale breaks free. My lungs deflate as I pulse around Ren, his release bursting inside me and colliding with my own.

We come together, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

He not only allows it but whispers, “I love you, Nova.”

Hot tears slip from my eyes. I've waited years to hear that. He loves me not as my Harborer... but as a man.

Ren slides out of me and curls his body around mine. He buries his face in the most tender part of my neck.

I catch sight of the Reaper-Druid audience.

I am made for Brandon.

My heart belongs to Ren.

Mikhail is an apt lover.

The question remains: do I have a choice? If so—who will I ever choose?

Alicia

I wake up with one helluva a headache, as if I drank a fifth of vodka in one sitting.

I strain my slow brain, trying to remember what happened.

Guido leaps onto my chest, and I push him off with a grunt. Guido gives me an indignant cat stare, and with a swish of his tail, he trots off and blends into the shadows in my apartment.

I sit up, the room streaming in colors. I feel so weak. What the hell happened?

My crotch feels as if I got laid ten times in a row, and my neck is throbbing like a bitch.

When I manage to get to my feet, my grandmother's scratchy wool afghan drops to the floor. I feel my forehead wrinkle with a frown. When do I sleep on my couch anyway?

I shuffle to the bathroom and use it. I stifle a yelp as I wipe. God—who did I do? I don't usually do casual sex. Did I get slipped a roofie or something?

I've had sex before, and I know what I feel like afterward.

I've just had sex I don't remember.

I peer into the mirror above the sink.

Seconds tick by.

I scream when I notice the two holes crusted with my blood on my throat. They're scabbing over.

I back away. I stagger out of the bathroom and race around my apartment, looking for clues as to why I woke up in my apartment by myself without any memory of the night before.

Why can’t I remember having sex? Obvious, Big-Time sex.

My fingers unconsciously touch the twin sore spots on my throat.

Punctures.

But from what?

My mind whispers something I immediately dismiss.

It's a fable, a myth.

It's also the only explanation.

I walk as though in a stupor to my handbag. I rummage around for my cell phone.

It blinks its disgust at the lack of charge.

I thumb in my numeric security code, and the date and time appear like luminescent prisoners in the black screen.

I've been unconscious for two days.

That's why I peed for a minute. It's also why my mouth feels like sandpaper.

I set my phone on the end table and move like a zombie to the kitchen. I down an entire glass of water, then a second.

When the doorbell rings, I don't even move. My hands grip the edge of the sink.

I need to notify the police.

The circumstances are embarrassing, but criminal.

The bell pounds through my subconscious again, and I sigh. I walk to the door, wishing for the peephole I had at my last apartment.

I’m sure it's Brea or one of my other girlfriends checking on me. I just moved in, so nobody here even knows me.

I open the door to see a man instead. He's tall and dark with strange, light gray eyes. Something about him stirs some buried recollection, but I don't know exactly.

“Who are you?” I ask rudely.

I'm just not into visitors.

Then I think, really think. It's nighttime. Some horrible guy fucked me while I was unconscious, and a dude I don't know has shown up at my door.

I don't think so.

I go to slam the door and a black biker's boot wedges in the gap faster than I can track.

His face pops through the gap,
ala The Shining.

“I'm Kellan,” he says with an evil grin.

He plows through the opening as my heart revs to a jack rabbit pace.

No one hears my scream for help.

THE END

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A short erotic story

The Dara Nichols Series 1

Copyright © 2011 Marata Eros

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Edited by Hazel Novak

CHAPTER 1

Dara Nichols had her back to the class, writing an outline for
Essential Essay Writing,
when she heard the whispering. Whirling around, on the defensive, she saw it was the same group of young men that it always was.

She sighed. Ryan, Kevin, Jason and Sean sat in a loose huddle of desks and stared at her, heat in their eyes.
Again
.

Dara was tired of it. She got it, duh... she was the quintessential, “older woman,” in a position of authority, a professor of English in a prestigious college, so why did that group of guys have to ogle her every day? They wouldn't give any effort and she wasn't going to pass their asses just because their parents were paying top-coin for a pricey college education. There were plenty of women their own age that would beg to screw them. Why pick on her?

They could, by God, tone it right-the-fuck down.

The rub was that they made her wet with their attentions. She hated that she couldn't be one hundred percent professional with them around, tracking her every move with their eyes.

Much to her shame, she had started dressing to gain more attention, not less. Her skirts shorter, her blouses hotter, her thigh-highs silkier,
lacier
. She had always loved heels but she had added platforms to her ensemble and was ranging at almost six feet tall when she had those babies on. Which was most of the time now.

Today, she'd elected not to wear panties. There was nowhere for the moisture of her arousal to go and it made her thighs slick as she moved back and forth in front of the white board. In front of their hot gazes, she prowled in front of them, untamed and hot, ready for anything.

CHAPTER 2

Dara survived the lecture, her hair coming loose from the messy bun, stabbed through by a glittering hair stick that she always wore at the college. Her administrator frowned on wearing her hair down. And she had a lot of it. At forty, she realized that her deep auburn hair, cascading almost to her waist, was a nod to her waning youth but she still looked good, worked out, didn't have a battalion of wrinkles... so, she wore it long. 

Her head was bowed as she leaned over her desk, grabbing papers, organizing, recycling some and stacking others to put in her briefcase... when a large hand came down on the stack in front of her.

She looked up and it was Ryan. She liked to think of him as the ringleader. The one that always had a wisecrack when she pressed him for an answer... a legitimate answer. She couldn’t nail him on outright rudeness and inappropriate behavior. Oh no, not him, he rode that fine line between what he knew would get him nailed and what would get him noticed.

Dara was noticing.

She straightened, arching her back slightly and he looked at the lacy cami she wore under her low cut top. A lock of hair fell forward and she moved to put it behind her ear and  he touched the strand, fingering it, then gently put it behind her ear.

Dara stepped away from the intimate touch, “Not appropriate, Ryan.”

Ryan turned to the rest of the guys standing there and said, “Hit the lock.”

Her heart sped, she belatedly realized that this was her last class and all the rest of her students had left soundlessly through the solid wood door, thoughts of the weekend stretched before them.

“Don't touch that,” she said in a breathy voice.

Kevin, a six-foot three, muscular, football scholarship student ignored her, turning the dead bolt lock and Dara jumped as it snapped into place.

Coming to her senses, she rounded the desk, her heels clicking on the hard floor, dimly realizing that Jason was systematically closing all the blinds on the windows which faced the outside.

Holy shit, she thought.

Sean grabbed her from behind with strong arms and she yelped in surprise, his height exactly matched hers, the smell of spice and soap came through her fog of shock.

This couldn't be happening to her. She was a professional, these were her students, she had never come on to them, been inappropriate...

Ryan walked toward her, six-foot two, lean fighting machine, black hair and brown eyes the color of root beer, “We've been watching you,
Ms. Nichols
. That tight ass of yours back-and-forth,” he made a sweeping motion with his finger, “in front of us... teasing us. We know about older women, they're not like girls our age.”

Sean, who still had his arms wrapped around her waist, whispered in her ear, “We don't study English, but we've been reading. We know you're in your sexual prime, you move like you were born to screw...”

Jason had finished with the blinds and got down on his knees in front of her legs, his face inches from the hem of her skirt, the lace of her stockings peeking out from beneath it, “We're not rapists...”

“Not that we couldn't give it to you rough,” Ryan said, his hazel eyes as serious as she'd ever seen them.

This couldn't be happening, they meant to take her, right here, in her classroom where she taught English! And her pussy was engorged and wet, just weeping for one of them and she was ashamed anew.

“I'm sorry...” she stammered, “I didn't mean to give you guys the wrong impression...”

Jason continued as if she had never spoken, “Say the word and we'll go. Tell us you don't want our cocks buried in all your holes.”

“Your mouth,” Kevin said.

“Your tight ass,” Sean leaned close to her ear seductively.

“And especially your honeypot,” Ryan said.

She couldn't help it, she moaned and they moved in. Jason ran a hand up her thigh, the golden hairs of his arm disappearing out of sight as he put his hand underneath her skirt and his finger pushed its way inside her sopping cunt.

“Oh God, she's soaking wet! And, no panties!” Jason said with barely contained joy.

She couldn't let this happen and began to close her legs and his finger came out, “We won't force you, but you're slick and wet and ready to get fucked. Just let me taste you and if you still don't want to, we can go.”

Dara answered by spreading her legs, the feel of that one finger having slipped into her wet hole more than she could bear. Sean pulled her backward across the desk, his arms looped behind and underneath her arms, effectively pinning her.

Jason dropped his face into her smooth pussy and lapped at each side of her labia while his finger fucked her and she moaned her pleasure, pushing her hips closer to his tongue.

“Stuff your cock in her mouth!” Sean said, his voice vibrating with urgency.

Suddenly Kevin was there, eyes she'd looked into a hundred times, full of a dark possession. He put the thick head of his cock above her lips and she opened her mouth to accept what he gave her, saliva filling it, as he started to slide it in and out of her mouth, matching the rhythm of Jason's fingers fucking her.  She reached up and cupped his balls, massaging them while running a slim finger under the delicate underside that traveled to his ass.

“God... look at her all spread and wet, taking the cock, taking the fingers,” Ryan said. “Make her come and then I want to pound that snatch and spray my cum up there.”

Just thinking of getting fucked by them all, made the pressure build in her cunt and she racketed up to a frenzy, her orgasm boiling out of her snatch and making her shove her hips hard into Jason's seeking tongue, and he responded by burying his face in her pussy. Kevin suddenly went rigid above her, all but making her gag, “Swallow my cum you slut...”and she did; it was swallow or choke. It was such a turn-on that she lay there spent, licking her lips as Jason came into view.

“I... what?” she began.

“You want it, don't you?” Ryan said and Sean let go behind her and she fell back as Jason took his place, cradling her upper body as he began to undo her blouse, each button popping to reveal her lacy black cami and bra, swollen nipples poking through the lace like erotic pebbles.

They waited for Dara to say the word and she did, “Yes,” she breathed out. She couldn't wait to fulfill the subconscious fantasy she'd entertained when they had begun performing visual foreplay with her each day.

Ryan dropped his jeans and underwear in a pool by his ankles, taking a cock in his hand that was easily ten inches, his fingers not meeting its girth.

Dara shook her head, “I can't take that much..” Yet, more moisture bloomed in her pussy by the mere thought all that cock in her tight hole.

Jason shoved his cock into her mouth and she felt Ryan exploring her  opening with his fingers, gauging what he thought she could manage.

“She's got a tight pussy, it'll feel good on my pole. Spread your legs, Ms. Nichols,” he said with an edge of sarcasm.

“Hold her down, open her legs farther, I need to work this into her,” Ryan grunted, starting to put the blunt tip of the biggest cock she'd ever taken in her. He worked it in, each inch a battle. It stretched her so wide, she groaned as Jason mouth-fucked her, it felt so good to be stretched to her limit. She couldn't tell him to slow down or that she was too tight because her mouth was full of cock, which made it hotter.

“Oh, God, she's so tight but so wet,” he said. Reaching the end of her, he pulled out slowly and her channel rippled in response, latching on with a pre-orgasmic pulse, as her body tightened in response to the cock stuffed in her and she made a muffled cry.

All finesse lost, he began thrusting into her snatch in earnest, the shaft going in and out and it shattered Dara, that huge horse cock taking her, stretching her pussy to the point of tearing. “She's wet like a whore but tight like a virgin,” he said, his hands pinned on either side of her hips, pounding her into the table while Jason leaned forward, his balls hitting her face as he fucked her mouth. “That's it...take it all in,” he grabbed a handful of her hair and the hair-stick went flying to the floor where it skittered under the desk. He turned her head so he could look into her eyes, “I'm going to come and you're going to swallow it.”

She nodded and as he was coming in her mouth he gave one final, deep thrust, howling, “Fuck, yeah!” and she felt the warm spray of his release deep inside her simultaneously with Ryan, her pussy exploding with pleasure as it pulsated around Ryan's cock. They slowed their rhythm,and finally pulled out as her finger went to her opening to feel what was leaking out of her while spreading it around like lubricant.

“Next,” Ryan said, wiping the sweat off his face, giving her nipple an appreciative squeeze and jamming a finger in her pussy to feel his cum in her snatch, and she caught her breath from the force of the finger, “Yeah, I got a good load in there for you dudes to skate right in.”

Dara lay there in a pool of satisfied arousal. She'd had two students blast their cum in her mouth and one in her pussy and still she felt like she could be used more.

Sean walked over, cock in hand and said, “My patience is up, guys. I am fucking her in her pussy then her ass.”

Dara said, “No, not ass, I've never had a cock there.”

“You're gonna have one today,” Sean said.

Her pussy got wet thinking about it, but what if she couldn't do it? She thought of Ryan's huge cock. She glanced to her left and Kevin was already hard again, shrugging, “I'm twenty-two, I could get hard twice more if I need to, and I want to fuck your pussy too. And maybe that sweet, tight ass I've seen in skirts for three months...”

“Yeah,” Sean said, finger-fucking her pussy. “Nice job Ryan, it's like lube, but better. Wonder how much cum we can get in here?”

“Let's find out,” Jason said, his neatly trimmed red pubic hair riding over the cock she'd sucked first, standing at attention and ready to go again.

Ryan drew near her face, “Let's get you on your hands and knees and we can do you that way and you suck me off.”

Dara could hardly move, having been fucked by that huge cock and face-fucked by Kevin and then Jason.

Ryan smiled, “We'll help you,
teacher.
”

They moved her limbs into position and took off everything but her thigh-highs and crimson heels. She threw her ass up in the air like an offering and spread her legs, no longer caring that they were all almost twenty years younger than her, that she was their teacher.

She just wanted all her holes filled with cum.

Sean moved up behind her, bumping her ass with his engorged cock, driving it into her cum-filled hole as Ryan shoved her face down on his cock. They began to move in a rhythm of fucking her; Sean pulling out, and Ryan shoving her mouth down his shaft, slick with the cum from the men before him.

As Sean thrust his cock in again, “You're right, she is so tight and wet, and your cum is leaking out of her. Nice,” and he slapped her ass. She moaned and he did it again, sliding a finger into her ass as he did and an orgasm made her writhe and buck underneath him, shoving her ass against him so she could take more of the finger he was grinding in her ass as his prick speared her pussy.

Ryan made her gag, he was simply to big for her but he pounded the back of her throat anyway and as Sean was coming in her pussy, his finger buried in her ass, Ryan fisted a hand in her hair and slammed her face down to the base of him and came. She choked and gagged, her reflex making her jerk back but he held her there, leaning in close to her he said, “Swallow it, swallow it....”

She came hard as she swallowed, her trembling legs involuntarily spreading wider.

Sean withdrew from her pussy, and Ryan's cock exited her mouth, cum leaving a thin trail on the desk, she lay there with her legs spread for the next man, her pussy pulsating from the last orgasm, burning to be taken again.

“Look at that...” Ryan said. “Never had a woman take the whole load before,” he said with satisfaction, grabbing her tits, he mounded them up hard and took a nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking it.

“Please stop, it's too much, I almost couldn't breath with that,” Dara said, with tears filling her eyes. It had been great but then it got to be so overwhelming.

“Think she's losing her nerve, guys,” Jason said, a raging hard on in his grip.

Ryan said, just inches from her face, “You need to relieve us all. You need to finish what we started,” and he straightened. “I plan to have that ass. All of us want to finish and say we had all your holes, and that's what's gonna happen.”

His domination over her was the hottest part of it and Dara wanted to do more, feel more.

He walked over to the group, “Spread her legs again, fuck her good and then we go in one at a time and pump that gorgeous ass full of cum.”

Dara put up her hand, “I don't think I can. I've never done this before. This many guys. I've never done more than one guy.”

Ryan strode over to where she lay and stuck a finger in her pussy, and she sucked in her breath at how good the intrusion felt, “Your mouth says 'I don't know' and your pussy says 'fuck me and fill me'.” He put another finger in her and started a slow in and out pull, then added a third and she groaned and gyrated her hips against his hand while he smiled.