Round 1 Match C: Kiki Howell vs. A Second Mysterious Stranger

Unfortunately, one of our writers had computer problems, so we have an unexpected bye for Kiki Howell, the author of one of these stories. She definitely earns her bye, though, with her amazing story, which is one of the two stories below--and because a week without TWO hot little stories isn't worth calling a week, we have a generous mystery opponent stepping up to provide the other.

Story 1

His body moved hers against a tree, stealing the air from her lungs. Her core coiled in the usual fight to ignore all he inspired within her—heart, body and soul. As those who would do them harm for daring to simply look each other’s way echoed with war cries in the distance, his whiskey-spiked breath came warm and erratic across her face. 

As she raised her hands in a moment’s indecision between pushing and grabbing at this beast of a man, his fingers interlaced with hers. Their powers hissed like water sprinkled over fire, and still ignited a streak of magic that shot from her head to her toes. 

“We could make a portal, fall through to a place and time where we are not forbidden to be together,” he growled as his hands slid from hers to her waist. 

This slice of warmth moved her hips forward until his cock, heavy with need, rested against her tight stomach.

With his mouth inches from hers, open and willing, she whispered, “And, so it shall be done. 

A few words chanted together opened a door created out of thin air. He wrapped his body around hers, legs and arms in a tight embrace, as they tumbled through.

When their bodies hit solid ground, before her eyes could open, his mouth covered hers as his hands moved in swift defiance of her clothing. She arched into the heat of his palms sliding over her skin as he lifted her skirt. Her labored breathing caught with the loss of them as he unleashed himself.

To her ready and waiting wetness fell his manhood. The pulse of his magic over his tight skin opened her legs until the muscles in her thighs protested. He tucked her under him. Energy sparked in his palms. He cupped her full breasts. Her heart thumped.

Hands moved to cup her ass, as his mouth moved down to her trembling womanhood. His long hair fell, a shower of silk over her exposed stomach brewing up a vicious storm of her senses.

“The sheer beauty of your wet lips, your red skin… I’ve waited.” he sighed just before his tongue pushed through her folds, opened her to his whims. 

He sucked in her clit. An ache tightened her stomach, created a throb of desire. Her hands grappled for him as she opened her eyes to the forest floor. The mingle of his love, his magic, overwhelmed as she tangled her fingers in his hair, pulled him down hard against her, and allowed his tongue to dart inside.

In a harsh slither, he moved his body until he plunged into her. Light exploded around them as they joined. Her body opened to his harsh invasion, sent the burn of glorious, happy tears to her eyes as she gasped.  Inside her, his erection caused contractions along with surges of power which shot from her fingertips. He trembled. She clung to, moved in rhythm with, and mingled magic amidst her forbidden lover.

Story 2

The door slammed shut, and she spun around in fright, pressing herself against the kitchen counter. Sean was home early. Her heart pounded as the sound of his footsteps approached in a deep and steady rhythm like a base drum. She heard him stop just out of view of where she stood, still frozen to the spot. Jewel’s mouth was dry, her knees feeling weak. He wasn’t supposed to be home for another few hours. This couldn’t be good. 

His solemn face appeared around the door frame, his lips slightly pressed together in a way that was usually a sign of anger or disappointment. Her heart dropped. There had been rumours that his company was about to start laying people off. Sean had worked there for fifteen years, always on time and willing to work overtime if needed. He rarely took time off, and was never home early. Her mind began to race. How were they going to keep up the mortgage and the bills? She’d have to go back to full time work after only just getting used to the part time hours. 

Jewel took a breath and tried a supportive smile, her feigned confidence wavering as he shuffled around the door frame and slowly walked towards her. He stopped once their bodies were just touching, his head bowed so their foreheads met, and his eyes closed. She searched his face for a sign of hope that things would be alright but found none, so instead she reached her arms around his waist and pulled him close. The whisper of his business shirt against her thin blouse sent tingles up her spine as her body reacted to the realisation that very little material kept them from being skin to skin right now. Her nipples hardened, and she mentally chastised herself. This was not the time. 

As though he knew her inner turmoil, Sean leaned back just enough to brush his lips against the tender skin where her neck and shoulder met. His large hands were splayed across her upper back, holding her firm against his chest as he peppered kisses along her flesh. Jewel sighed in pleasure as her worries were pushed to the background. As long as they had each other, nothing else mattered. They always found a way. 

She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck, burying a hand in his thick hair. A glint in his eyes told her all she needed to know, and she stood on tiptoes as he grabbed her ass and raised her to sit on the countertop. He pushed her skirt up her legs as she spread her knees, letting him see that she wasn’t wearing underwear. Sean grinned. 

Jewel paused. She had to say something. “Everything is going to be fine. We’ve always find our way. We can do it again.”

His face lost all emotion for a moment and she feared that the mood was ruined. 

“Oh I’m not worried. I quit. Baby, I won the lotto!”