Kings and Sirens (The Blood Falls Book 2)
Kings and Sirens: Chapter 26

Atsila

I rutted between Leena’s enormous breasts, the feel of her impossibly soft skin sending some very good waves of euphoria through my mind. She woke early, full of energy and fire. I held her down and sucked her into her first orgasm of the day. Now I was taking my turn while she lay beneath me. I used my legs and weight to hold her down and immobilized.

Her breasts spilled out of my hands as I held them around my cock. I loved the freedom to play as I wished, squeezing, plumping, and occasionally toying with the hard nubs that were her nipples.

“Wet for me again?” I growled, knowing it was true because I could smell it. Her arousal filled my nostrils, making me feel high, allowing the lust to flood my veins like fire and pool in my balls.

Reliving the events of the night before boggled my mind. It was like a dream. Watching her body drink up my cum over and over again, until finally it was too much. And already today I knew—I knew—she’d be ready for more. I felt it on a fundamental level. My desire for her was as natural as breathing at this point.

“Mmmm.” Her eyes closed as she hummed, her head rolling from one side to the other, completely lost in her lust.

I rolled her nipples between my knuckles. She bucked beneath me, moaning wildly. It made my dick even harder. It ached, but in a good way. “Suck on me.” I adjusted the pillow beneath her head so she could more comfortably lick out. She tongued my slit and swirled around the lines and edges, then finally wrapped her sweet, sweet lips around me.

“Fuck,” I groaned, throwing my head back. I flexed my fingers, her soft flesh pillowing between my knuckles. The desire to keep her in my bed, to make her orgasm repeatedly, to fill her with my seed until the day she became fertile, was almost overwhelming.

The best part of toying with her nipples like this was that she could feel everything. There were no numbing agents to take some of the sensation away. Not her stronger saliva or my weaker kind. Just pure, raw feeling.

“Yes!” She arched into my hands, pressing up against my heavy weight. The pressure on my balls felt good and I rewarded her by pulling on her nipples.

In the exact reverse, the longer she sucked on my cock, the less I felt, the easier it became to go longer and shove harder.

She didn’t seem to mind, based on the sounds of approval coming from her lips. In another hour we would be dressed and on the hunt. We needed to make this count. So I released her big, beautiful breasts and slid down her body, my cock dragging down her skin until it slid over her clit, down through her swollen folds, and against the wet, hot center of her pussy.

“I’m thirsty.”

Her fingers wound through my hair. “So drink from me.” I licked and bit down on the vein in her breast. She cried out, fingers pulling on my hair, her body rigid at first, then relaxing as I sucked her into my mouth. Once she sighed, I pressed inside. Not quite tight since we’d been at this a while, but it was the first time my dick had entered her since the night before. I found she hadn’t quite returned to normal, able to accept my size fairly quickly.

That forced my body to respond and the surge of blood south, even as I drank, made me lightheaded.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” She pushed at my ass with her heels, tugging on my hair, her snug channel squeezing around me. My dick lengthened and thickened, growing heavy just for her.

As I drank, I pinched her nipples hard, rolling and tugging until she let my cock deeper inside, then, as she stretched around me, I teased the hard tips with the pads of my fingers.

Leena didn’t try to be quiet. She panted and gasped, then moaned when I shoved even deeper. It wasn’t hard. She was so very wet. Her strong blood burned on my tongue and lit a fire inside me that would keep me warm all day, no matter the temperature.

When I had my fill, I sealed the bites and sucked on her tits, pulling those wonderful nipples into my mouth and sucking until she came hard around my cock. It was only then that I let myself have a little fun, pounding into her with all the power I felt surging through me. I took her so hard her tits bounced. I couldn’t track her nipples. The bed groaned beneath us. I flipped her over, head down, ass up, nipples gliding over the furs as I pounded into her from behind.

Somewhere in the distance I heard similar cries from other tents as we all prepared for the day ahead. None of them were as loud as Leena, none would be as satisfied as us.

I came deep inside her, holding our bodies together where I could take full advantage of her muscles squeezing her channel tight around my growing cock, forcing it to grow even larger and heavier to please her. The warm sensation of my cum felt good to me, too. But it was even more of a mind pleaser as I felt it disappear.

She was liquid in my hands as I repositioned her in my lap, my erection slowly disappearing into her ass as she sank down on me, her sleepy eyes closed as she licked at my throat and drank from me with a muffled moan.

“That’s right my love. Take from me.” She sucked hard, rubbing her nipples against my skin like the needy cat she had just barely contained inside. Each suck was lightning through my bones, my muscles tensing and ready for more.

When she licked away, I plumped those beautiful tits right back up and sucked until we both came once more.

I felt a duty to protect that was rooted deep in my bones. A fundamental part of who I was. As I took my turn scouting ahead, shifting then walking, smelling the air, searching for any sign someone else had been here recently, I was keenly aware of who was trusting me to do my job well.

Leena wasn’t wrong. After she left me that night and the full weight of what had happened sank in, I had mourned. Not just for the Heida we just lost, but for the ones we lost that night. It was hard to relive that pain.

But pain is temporary.

And now my focus was on whether there were salishan nearby. After an hour I returned to the group and gave the all clear. Kuruk and Klah flanked us in bear form, using their enhanced olfactory senses to their advantage. Leena stayed near the center of our party, allowing Daisy to guide her as she tapped the Plane. She could see both our reality and the metaphysical one at the same time, but since her focus was on the Plane, Daisy was there to keep her tethered to our reality.

I walked just ahead of them, my hand on the sword I almost never carried anywhere. Different times called for different methods.

“How’s it going back there?”

Leena didn’t answer at first, and when she did, she sounded farther away than she was. “Fine. There’s a rift,” her right hand reached out to the north, northeast, “about five miles that way. We should avoid it.”

“Or we should go up to it.”

Leena’s focus snapped back to me. “Excuse me?”

“If the salishan are somehow using the rifts that made them, then we should at least spend some time searching the area around a rift.”

“And what if it opens further?” Everyone came to a stop as we argued.

“Look, we encountered one the first day and it scared the hell out of us. But now we know what to look for.”

Only her eyes peeked out at me from under the hood of her jacket, a thick scarf covering the rest of her face. She pulled it down. “And risk becoming a salishan ourselves?”

“No. Like I said, we stay well clear of the rift while we investigate. It’s the best place to look for signs of salishan movement. Maybe we can pick up on some clues to help us.”

The eggheads decided the salishan might be coming back out since we were approaching the winter solstice. There were still of the mind there was a cosmic connection to all this. Maybe they were hiding in these rifts. Maybe they had a secret salishan hive somewhere. We didn’t know and we wouldn’t until we started eliminating some options.

“Fine. But we approach slowly or not at all.”

A feral grin curved my lips. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” I could feel the nearness of battle and it filled my blood with adrenaline. Maybe the rift was a dead-end, but we’d be one stop closer. I wasn’t consciously aware of the need for revenge growing in my heart, but it was there, occasionally drawing my attention and curiosity.

A mile from the rift Leena stopped us so she could probe the Plane more fully. Her eyes had gone blank, almost translucent, and her hands reached out like she was physically molding the rift in her hands.

I could feel it too. Not like Leena, but the air was different here. There was an electric vibe to it that made the hair on my body stand at attention despite the thick layers of clothing. And the energy all came from one direction.

“I can see the edges clearly and they’re stable. For now,” she said. “But no shifting. That will disturb the Plane and might change everything.”

I nodded to my brothers. They stuck their noses in the air and growled low in response. If a salishan appeared they were ready.

Following Leena’s lead, we walked closer to the rift, fanning out and using our different gifts to collect information. Tactically speaking, the rift would be an ideal place to hide if they were able to move back and forth through it. Unless whatever was on the other side was as bad or worse, then perhaps the rift was a terrible place to hide. Especially if it is what transformed them. Not so sure I’d want to spend time in the thing that ruined my life.

Kuruk made a noise, his enormous head cocking to the side. His ear perked and his nostrils flared. He’d caught a scent. I focused on my own, trying to detect what he already had. A hundred yards closer and I picked it up too.

“Leena.”

“Yes?”

The smell was…different. “There’s a smell.”

“Salishan?”

“No. And not samhain either.” But there was something familiar about it.

“Alive? Dead? Should we retreat?” Daisy asked.

The others continued to gather information. Memorizing geography, analyzing scent, wind direction, temperature. “Not yet.” I was disappointed to get so close to the rift and not find our prey. I was even more disappointed to discover yet another mystery.

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