Sunny - Mona Lisa Blossoming

His hands came down to grip my arms. Not to stop me, but to hold himself as his knees buckled. I caught him, lifted him easily in my arms, and laid him down on the red silk bed sheets like a divine pale offering. His eyes were dazed and wide, his gaze fastened upon my lips, on the drop of blood dotting the right corner of my mouth. He watched, breathing fast, as my pink tongue came out and licked that crimson drop into my mouth, tasting him again with sultry appreciation.

"You taste like life," I said. "Like moonlight itself."

I crawled over him and crouched down, lowering my mouth to his. "Taste yourself," I whispered and kissed him. A soft press of my lips against his. A promising lick, a rasping of tongue. His mouth parted and I delicately entered. Our tongues swirled, danced, mated. And then he was in my mouth, thrusting, thrusting, his tongue moving in and out in an act as old as time immortal, making me gasp, making me burn. Making my honey flow, wetting me, and filling the air with its sweet musky scent, with our scent. Blood and sex. A potent combination.

I pulled back, panting. Licked my lips and tasted him, blood and saliva. But it was another fluid I was suddenly hungry for.

"Let me touch you," he pleaded.

I looked up at him. Let him see my wicked grin. "No, it's just you this time. You. Let me please you, let me pleasure you." Bending low, I slithered over him, slithered down him, touching him with just my nipples. I rubbed my tight raspberry points over his peaked nubs, circled them together, pleasing us both, and ran them in twin lines of fire down his hard chest, his ridged abdomen, past his hips. I parted his legs, spread them with my knees, slid down into the space I had created. The springy hair of his groin was like a tickling kiss on my chest, his hard smooth length like a pulsing satin rod, soft and hard against my cheek. I rubbed my face against him, rolled him over my jaw, against my neck, inhaling him, drinking in the smooth incomparable feel of him, teasing us both until I could wait no more and I turned my face and took him into the hot wet cavern of my mouth. He slid in with a sigh, with a groan. With a tightening of his entire body and an inner clenching of mine.

"Dear Goddess. Sweet Goddess," he gasped and lifted his hips, arching into me, pushing deeper into the greedy wet suction of my mouth. I pulled back, up, up, to the very tip and tasted him, swirling my tongue over him, over that blind weeping eye, another rich essence of him. And I hummed my satisfaction.

With my eyes closed, I felt him begin that wondrous dance of light. A drawing of the inner life up into the outer being. My eyes opened and watched the beautiful subtle glow start to take him, to sweep across the pure alabaster of his skin with a cool white blush, growing more and more brilliant. To seep into his very skin, become part of it. Change him from a creature of the night into a creature of glorious light, his skin glowing, radiating from him in shafts of light that filled the room. He was unearthly beautiful in his pleasure. And his pleasure became mine, and that inner light began its eager dance within me. My skin changed, softened, glowed, and it was as if our very flesh softened, dissolved, became no more. We melded into one another where we touched, skin against skin, and then it was just light touching light, becoming one.

I filled my mouth with him, sinking down so that my lips almost touched his base, almost enveloped him whole, my lips tight around him. My right hand reached down between us, dipping down to borrow some of my own liquid honey, rising back up to squeeze his balls because I could not resist their hanging temptation, then moving farther behind, up and back, until my questing slick finger found and circled his tightly puckered anal hole.

My other hand squeezed his left ass cheek, finding where I had branded him and bit him, and I circled that tender broken skin. He trembled beneath me, in my mouth. I stroked up and out, my lips tight, grazing his veiny surface with my teeth as I swept up his pole, my tongue circling him. Finding him at the top, my tongue swept over that blind tender slit that oozed the sweet essence of him.

I pierced him with my tongue, that little hole. Penetrated him with my finger at his other, forbidden hole. And probed him with yet another finger, digging into the broken skin where I had bitten him, abrading raw, tender flesh.

He cried out sharply, sweetly, and convulsed around my finger and in my mouth. And feeling his hot jetting stream filling me, tasting him, feeling him slide down my throat as his sphincter spasmed strongly around my forefinger like a tight little mouth, gripping me, oh, so sweetly, his wet blood from where I had branded him slicking my other fingertip…

The taste, the feel, the flooding of me with his essence brought me to my own release, an almost gentle wave of pulsing, quiet convulsing. And while my body still quivered, I found myself hauled up his, his heart thudding against mine. I wrapped my arms around him, held him tight as the last of the light was absorbed back into us and we were two separate beings once more, two separate skins. "Mine," I whispered fiercely against his neck. "You are mine."

"Yes, I am yours. Body, heart, and soul," he breathed, a soughing surrender, holding me tightly to him, soft bemused wonderment in his voice. "And you are mine."

The knocking on the door was loud and intrusive. The sun was still up, high in the sky, shining fiercely. I felt as if I'd barely closed my eyes. Gryphon stirred beside me. Knocking was way better than just barging in, but still… this had better be good.

"They're gone, milady. Tersa and the boy." It was Rosemary. She spoke urgently but quietly through the door. No need to shout, I heard her clearly.

I found my clothes scattered on the floor. Gryphon was dressed before I was. He opened the door as I secured the daggers around my waist, and Rosemary slipped in.

"I'm sorry, milord, milady. But I've searched the entire house. They're not here. And your brother, Thaddeus, is also not in his room."

My brother still often rose in the afternoon while the others slept, not quite adjusted yet to our reverse schedule. I could almost see what had happened: Tersa discovering Wild Boy gone back to his home—the forest, Thaddeus the only one up and about; both of them going out to search for him. Tersa and Thaddeus out there alone! Aw, fuck.

I threw open the door to find Amber in the hallway, fully dressed, his hair tousled from slumber but his eyes alert. Maybe throwing on clothes was like going to the bathroom for men; they just did it quicker than women. He'd obviously heard Rosemary.

"The others?" I asked Amber.

"Sleeping. It would be hard to rouse them."

"Wake up Chami," I instructed Rosemary. "Tell him what's happened. Have him guard the others here." It was the best I could think of for now.

I ran down the stairs, Amber and Gryphon behind me. "How did they leave the house?" I asked.

"A window was open in the dining room," Rosemary answered, coming down the stairs with a surprisingly light tread for her girth and stature. You'd expect someone with that heavy build to thump. "I closed it."

"Lock up behind us." I went out the front door.

The burning sun was directly overhead, causing both Amber and I to squint. Sunlight didn't fry us, but our eyes were sensitive to the bright light. I had a pair of sunglasses somewhere up in my room. God knows where they were hiding. No time to waste scrounging around for them. A pity. Already my eyes were starting to water.

I scanned completely around me but found nothing in the near vicinity. Nothing human, that is. Plenty of wildlife out there. I turned to find Amber scenting the air, his nostrils wide and flaring, eyes bright amber yellow.