Elementals small magick, p.5
Elementals: Small Magick, page 5
He shuddered as she continued to tease him, grinding her hips against him and then retreating when he thrust forward. Thunder, but she felt right in his arms. He cupped her bottom with both hands and lifted her against him.
“Forget the field,” he whispered. “I think the table will serve us well.”
“The table?”
“Aye. It appears to be just the right height,” he explained as he edged forward, backing her onto the tabletop. For a moment, her weight pressed his hands into her softness. He squeezed her gently and then slid free. It took him no time at all to sweep her study aids out of the way.
Her mouth formed a silent “O” and her eyes widened. He captured her lips in a quick, deep kiss. She melted into him as his tongue explored her mouth. She slid forward, coming to rest with her crotch against his, wrapping her legs around his hips and pulling him closer. Desire spread through him, giving rise to an urge to sink deeply into her heat. His cock grew harder.
With a groan, he released her long enough to push her shoulders down to the table. She regarded him with a small smile as he unlaced her garments and pushed them down to bare her breasts and trap her elbows at her waist.
“Oh, you are truly not like other mortal women. You are much more beautiful.” He lowered his head and took her nipple in his mouth. “And you taste wonderful.” Sucking and tugging gently with his teeth, he listened to her soft cries and felt his own need grow.
Giving his whole attention to the task at hand, he gently tortured her with his lips and tongue until she whimpered. He lifted his head to feast his eyes on her, enjoying the sight of her breasts swollen with passion and topped with tight nipples glistening from his kisses.
Cradling her face in his hands, he brushed his lips over hers. “I want to taste you in every way. I want to knead your breasts until you beg for mercy. I want to fill you with my cock. I want to hear you cry my name as you shatter around me.” He stared into her wide eyes. “May I?”
“Oh, aye, please do,” she breathed.
He kissed her gently once more. Lifting his head, he admired her womanly curves as he slowly straightened. Her full breasts were adorned by wide areolas tipped by dark nipples, tight now with passion, quivering with each breath she took.
“You, too, stir me as no other has,” she whispered.
Cyrus lifted her skirts and ran his hands up her thighs. He stroked the soft skin of her inner thighs. That soft skin led him to a nest of springy curls. Parting the hair, he dipped two fingers into the moisture he found hidden between the plump folds of her labia. His cock jumped within his braes, eager for release, eager to replace his fingers.
Keeping his eyes locked on hers, he lifted his finger to his mouth. The heady aroma of her arousal caused his head to spin and fueled the urgency of his jerking cock. He worked to quell his own ardor while he licked her juices and shuddered at the sweet taste of her desire. “You taste divine.”
She struggled against the gown that pinned her arms. “I want to touch you.”
“Next time,” he promised. “If you want to help, hold this.” He stuffed her hem into her hands, pushing the cloth out of the way as he knelt before her.
Her dark thatch partially hid her cleft. He breathed in the scent of her, musky and rich. Drops of moisture glinted on her nether lips. Spreading her thighs, he leaned forward and parted the curls. He thrust with his tongue, sucking her sweetness as he delved into her wet heat.
“Ahh!” Drey keened and jerked her thighs beneath his restraining hands.
With ease, he held her in place while he feasted on her. He lapped from one end of her plump lips to the other, ending with a swirl around her firm pearl. Pursing his lips, he suckled hard on the hardening little bud.
She writhed on the table. When he sensed she was near her peak, he resumed stroking her with his tongue.
The third time he sucked on her, she cried out, beating her heels on his back and releasing a flood of incredible sweetness into his mouth. With delight, he drank deeply, reveling in the nutty flavor of her climax.
When she finally lay limp and sated, he stood and shucked his braes. Catching her gaze and holding it with his, he stroked his hands down her thighs one last time before stepping closer. The tip of his cock nudged her curls. Taking his cock in his hand, he circled the tip around her clit. Once, then again.
She closed her eyes and whimpered. “Don’t tease me anymore! I can’t stand it.”
He circled once more and rubbed the tip down her cleft. The friction of her curls across the sensitive head made him jerk his hips, seeking to plunge into her. He increased the pressure, squeezing the cheeks of his ass together to resist while every fiber of his mortal body screamed for release. Glittering promises of ecstasy sparked through him, making the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
Dipping his cock a little deeper between her lips, he gathered some of her juices and stroked again, slowly, top to bottom. The lubrication only increased the intensity of the sensation. With an effort, he restrained the urge he felt to plunge into her in a frenzy of lust. This time was for her pleasure, not his. He paused, the tip of his cock poised at the entrance to her passage.
He reached up to take her breasts in his hands, ignoring the surging need to penetrate her. Rubbing his thumbs over her nipples, he asked, “Are you relaxed yet, my dear one?”
“Not completely.” She gave him a lazy smile. “Mayhap you could help me a bit more.”
“It will be my pleasure.” With one jerk of his hips, he thrust his cock deep into her hot, wet grip. “Yours as well, I hope.”
Her hips rose to meet him. “I believe we can count on that.”
He withdrew and thrust again. Her tight sheath, primed by her first climax, grasped him firmly. He had to work to move against her tight grip. Each pull was agony on his part, fighting as he was against his own approaching climax. Each thrust sent him closer to the edge of that precipice. He leaned over her, distracting himself by tonguing and sucking her nipples as he massaged her breasts.
She tossed her head back and forth, moaning his name.
Her climax began with shivers that squeezed him like a tight fist. The third thrust into her tightening channel brought stars before his eyes. The celestial vision spread through his body, tingling from his toes to his scalp. As he continued to thrust into Drey’s taut heat, the tingle centered in his cock and balls before he exploded within her. Her spasming womb milked the last of his seed from him as he collapsed atop her.
“Please, free my arms—I want to touch you,” Drey gasped.
“Certainly, sweetling.” Cyrus lifted his weight off her and balanced on one arm. It took but a moment to free her hands. He put a finger to her face and traced the curve of her cheek. “You take my breath away.”
She ran her hands over him. A small smile played around her mouth. “I want to return the pleasure you just gave me.” Her hand dropped to encircle his soft cock.
He shuddered and drew in a quick breath. Her spark touched off a surge of desire but his cock only jerked once and remained as it was. “Another time. I am spent. You have sucked me dry.”
Her eyes lit with mischief. “Nay, ‘tis not exactly what just happened but I will suck you dry soon enough.”
The delighted anticipation in her laughter echoed his. He helped her rise. With a few quick movements, he set their clothing to rights.
“Will you return to your studies or will you walk with me? I’d love to see you clothed only in sunshine.”
That knowing glint was in his eyes. Drey sighed. “I need to learn how to send you back to your world.”
“Are you so eager to be shed of me? Come, let us enjoy the day. Mayhap I can give you a taste of my world.”
How could she resist his offer, accompanied by such a tender smile? She rose on unsteady legs and took his hand.
Chapter Four
“Show me your world first,” Cyrus said.
And so she did, playing her pipes when she wasn’t describing the time she’d seen a magnificent stag posing in this clearing at dusk or where the best wild honey could be gathered. They explored the foot of the mountain, finally coming to the waterfall at the head of a broad stream that flowed away from where they stood, meandering through the fields until it reached the river just above the village.
His interest in the physical world was as enthusiastic as that of a child, always touching, tasting and examining. Only once did he remark, “This is so different from what I know of the world from my natural form.”
She found herself taking a new interest in her surroundings, merely from watching him enjoy textures and colors. Shades of blue, silver and gray shifted in his eyes, reflecting his curiosity and satisfaction. She felt she would never tire of being with him.
“Shall we sit here for a while?” he asked, indicating a fallen tree in the shade. They sat above the pool that had formed at the base of the falls, Drey playing and Cyrus tapping his feet in time. Finally, he nudged her. Once he gained her attention, he had to lean close and raise his voice above the splash of the water. “Keep playing, and watch!”
Sunlight slanted through the trees, lighting billows of mist at the base of the waterfall, setting them aglow. Drey’s fingers faltered and she almost dropped the pipes.
Sinuous, hazy figures moved through the mist. She blinked several times but they remained as she first saw them, veiled by the fog. Were they indeed spirits of some sort, moving in time to her tune?
“Water sprites, dancing on air!” Cyrus chuckled. “You brought them out to play, you and your talent with your pipes.”
Almost a dozen of the water spirits or sprites played in the foamy cascade of the waterfall. They were more slender than mortals, tall and willowy and ever so graceful. She would never have mistaken them for mortals had she seen them under other circumstances.
‘Twas difficult to watch the figures and play but somehow she managed to continue breathing and directing her hands to do her will. They watched the sprites until Drey’s fingers tired and her breath grew short. The figures were visible for a heartbeat after the last notes rang out, then they vanished.
“Oh, that was amazing!” Drey caught up Cyrus’s hand in hers. “I had no idea one could ever see such beings. Did you call them?”
“Nay, as I said, your playing called them forth.” He brushed back her hair and caressed her ear. “You do wield magick.”
“How did you know they were there?” A hundred questions tumbled about in her mind, each striving to be voiced next. “When do they dance like that?”
Cyrus chuckled. “I know them because wind and water are two sides of the same coin, as you might say. We are bound together, in both tides and tempests. Who do you think fans the mist into such displays?”
“The wind spirits?”
“Aye. My brethren.” The clouds in his eyes swirled and darkened. “I have done such many a time, tossing the water sprites this way and that. ‘Tis a game we all enjoy.”
Drey’s delight over the water sprites evaporated in a wave of guilt. She bit her lip. Cyrus had been so generous with her, showing her things she’d never imagined, and ‘twas her fault he could not fly free. Having just seen water sprites, she had to believe him when he claimed she did command some magick but she knew it to be small and insufficient to restore him to his rightful form. “I do wish I could send you back to your world. I just don’t know how,” she whispered.
“I understand.” His expression was bleak for a moment and then he straightened his back and smiled. “At least for the time that I am here, I can share such things with you. Few mortals have witnessed what we just saw.”
“And for that, I thank you.” Drey raised a hand to his cheek.
He responded by slipping his arm about her and drawing her close. She fit well against his side. The curve of his shoulder might have been made for her head.
She settled against him with a tiny sigh of contentment. Cyrus laced his fingers through hers and moved until his cheek rested atop her head. Aye, they fit together well.
Every time she touched him, she felt more than contented, she felt a rightness that she’d lacked with Stefan. Every time she looked at Cyrus, her heart contracted a bit. That had never happened with Stefan. There was no comparison between the emotions the two men evoked in her. Stefan had been right for that point in her life but, while he had excited and pleased her, she had not ever envisioned living with him for many years, nor had she wished to.
Sitting here in Cyrus’s embrace, a deep and abiding calm stole over her but she knew his touch could take her to the heights of ecstasy. That combination, of a presence both soothing and sensual, was a new experience. A welcome and comfortable new experience. She wanted it never to end, she wanted those years and years of living together.
Was this what Jenny felt with Robert? How could it be? Cyrus was not mortal. He was not like her; he could never be like her. Why did she feel this something while she was with him? Why did she long to spend her life with him? Mentally, she shook herself. She should be worrying about sending him home, not pining over their lack of a future together.
“Even I have never seen precisely what we just saw. The world looks different through mortal eyes.” Cyrus rose to his feet in a fluid motion. “Come, let us continue our walk.”
Drey took his hand and let him pull her to her feet. He kept hold of her hand and tugged her along. “I know of a grove I want to show you.”
The way led through dense woods, away from the cascade and the stream. No path existed—they had to push their way through bracken and detour around brambles until they reached a glade filled with sunshine and wildflowers. Colorful spring flowers nodded in the gentle breeze.
Still holding her hand, Cyrus pulled her into the center of the clearing. Humming, he began to dance, drawing her along with him.
Drey pressed against him, into the warmth of his body. He certainly felt mortal, as warm and as solid as anyone she’d ever touched. Where their bodies met, she was aware of him as she’d never been aware of any man. Every part of her being responded to the song he hummed.
She found herself loath to leave him when he pushed her away to twirl her into a sequence of steps unfamiliar to her. Then he pulled her back against him and she settled once more into his embrace. They whirled and swayed together as the tune wrapped around them.
Finally, he slowed and stopped, pulling her into a tight embrace. His hard cock pressed against her belly through the layers of garments he wore.
The mood shifted from dreamy to sensual in a heartbeat.
Drey stretched up on tiptoe to whisper in his ear. “Did you not promise me a chance to give you pleasure?” She placed her hand over his shaft and squeezed. He arched into her palm and gasped in a breath. “It feels like you’ve recovered from your exertions.”
His eyes darkened. “Indeed.”
“I would like to see you clothed in sunshine once more.” She looked around, sucking on her lower lip, and considered the contours of the glade. When she turned to him, she found he had his attention fixed on her mouth.
“Will you suck me like that?” His voice was hoarse with desire. “Will you take my cock in your mouth?”
What would he taste like? She licked her lips slowly. He followed the motion of her tongue. A surge of feminine power swept over her, followed closely by the urge to show him some mortal pleasures… ‘Twas only fair, as he had been so willing to share the water sprites with her. “Would you like me to?”
He groaned. “Oh, aye.”
She smiled as she took his hand and led him to a sunny area of short grass. “This should suit us.”
He made as if to unlace her gown and she stopped him. “You first.”
Under her direction, he stepped back and dropped his hands to his sides. She swept a glance up at him through her lowered lashes. He was holding his breath, waiting for her touch. With a small smile, she began to remove his clothing.
Each time her fingers slipped off the cloth and brushed his skin, he shuddered and moaned. The sounds cut right to her belly, dampening her nether lips in readiness for him. She found herself trembling along with him as she freed him from his garments.
By the time he was out of his shirt, the outline of his erect cock against his braes was well-defined indeed, and larger than she’d ever seen. When she reached for the ties at his waist and her knuckles pressed into the thin line of hair arrowing into his braes, his hips thrust forward. She found herself making the same gesture, eager for him to fill her.
Who would have thought that anticipation could be so arousing?
When she finally loosened the ties and his cock sprang free, he was panting and clutching her shoulders to keep from falling. She helped him lie back and bared him completely for her enjoyment.
The light hair sprinkled across his chest trailed down to point like an arrow at the nest of curls from which jutted his engorged cock. Sweet Goddess, he was beautiful! She stretched out a hand to touch him, tracing a finger along his ruddy shaft. The tip was swollen, dark like a plum, thrusting from its hood into her grip. She wrapped her palm around it, exploring the different textures. Slightly wrinkled here, there ridged with veins that pulsed beneath her touch and velvet soft across the head.
A drop of his seed glistened at the slit. She dipped a fingertip into it and he jerked his hips again. Looking into his eyes, she brought her hand to her mouth and licked her finger clean. She tasted a hint of salt and him.
His mouth hung open and his eyes were glazed with passion. “Sweet Mother, do not tease me so.”
She licked her lips, finding the taste of him lingered. His eyes followed the motion. That wonderfully potent woman’s power grew inside her and made her smile. Who knew there were so many ways to wield power? This was not magick but ‘twas power nonetheless and exciting in its own way. “You took your time exploring me. Are you so eager for me to be done with touching you?”
“Nay, I am eager for you to taste me fully.” His head fell back and he gasped out the words.
