All Thorns Eve

"All these innocent people are going to see how desperate you make me!" He kissed her jaw, tongue licking up to her ear, grabbing her ear lobe with his teeth in a fierce bite. The sensation sent a hot quiver through her. "And I'm going to make such a mess of your gorgeous little cunt."

People were watching them, the soft whispers of curious interest and arousal fluttered around them. She lowered herself onto his naked cock. Only the loin cloth kept them shielded from direct view but there was no mistaking just what they were doing and the fact that neither of them were hesitating about the issue of condoms.

He moaned at the feel of her slick heat. "Oh Fuck!" He buried his face against her neck. "My love! Mine." His mouth sucked along her skin, firm enough to leave marks before biting hard into that delicate spot where neck and shoulder joined.

She felt her pussy squeeze around him. A spasm of sweet, hot fire licked through her as she wrapped around the steel length of his cock. Skin on skin! The heat of him was almost overwhelming to her. She could feel his pulse running strong and wild along his length where she wrapped around him. When her muscles tightened, he growled out in pleasure, gripping her hard and choked back a guttural curse.

His gaze burned into hers and she could feel his control fractured as she rose and fell along his massive cock. She was lost with him! "I fucking love you!" he growled aloud in time with his thrusts, bucking forward with her.

"I love you! Don't you dare stop! I want to feel your cum trickle down my thighs all night!"

"Unless I don't fucking lick it out first!" he moaned and kissed her heart. His hips rose higher, fucking hard and deep into her. Repeatedly he plunged into her, meeting her thrusts while she pressed to him. Cupping his face in her hands, she kissed his wonderful, filthy mouth.

She came hot and wet around him and he filled her mouth with the roar of his victory at pushing her over the edge and into that scalding pleasure. His hips surged upward, plunged the thickened length into her faster and deeper than before as she shuddered and throbbed against him, hips jerking in time with the shuddering quake of her orgasm.

Unbidden, her wings fanned open, mantled over and around him where she held him pinned against the wall. Her own scream of pleasure muffled in his mouth as he sucked on her tongue.

And as her feathers brushed along his face and neck with her fingers, he shuddered, his cry of pleasure a choked groan almost like pain as his body tensed against her, shoving his cock deeper and harder into her before his cum gushed into her in a hot fountain.

The liquid pulse thrummed through her with his drumming heartbeat. His body filled hers with nothing to shield or conceal them. She would never tire of that. Of him! They were one in every sense of the word! With all these people to witness the raw energy and sensuality rolling off them. So much cum filled her that it escaped around his cock as he plunged into her again and again. There was so much of his heated seed that it trickled down her thighs as he continued to fuck her.

Slowly the other sounds in the room crept in on her through the buzz of warm pleasure curling around them. She tightened her arms and legs around him as they both stilled, his cock remained stuffed balls deep inside her, pressing as though he wanted to get even deeper.

"I love you," she whispered against his mouth between her kisses.

"Mmmmmy goodness, House Mistress." A throaty voice growled behind them and she felt her lover's arms tighten around her, his body bracing as though he wanted to haul her away before someone could intrude on their moment of bliss.

"Mermaid," Marcie said without turning her head. The voice was all too familiar and she wished that her love would run away with her. Instead he very carefully set her back on her feet, adjusting himself and tucking back into his studded leather codpiece.

The woman's bright blue eyes followed the movements of the dangerous Outlaw, "Who is this House Mistress? Surely you are not going to keep him all to yourself. You always used to share with friends."

Marcie slipped in front of the woman in the seashell mask. The woman wore even less clothing than Marcie and her tanned body looked tight and strong. "Ah, I'm afraid this is a different situation." She adjusted her skirts and her glistening thighs and sex. She was still not quite accustomed to how much messier sex was without condoms.

"You need to teach him orgasm control. Otherwise, I approve." She licked her lips at him, looking like she would willingly take on Marcie for just a taste. "If you ever want to trade up, I'm the Mermaid."

As she walked off, her love pulled her in close to him, pressing his chest into her spine and wings as he used her like a shield. "That is the sort of woman the men you invite desire? Love...."

She laughed and turned to him, cupping his face. "What do you mean? She is one of the most beautiful..."

"Love. My heart and most adored. Physically she looks fine, but there's something truly repulsive about her. Under the skin." He shuddered with a real revulsion and kissed her lips. "I don't mean to speak ill of your friends, but never let that woman or the duck-face creature touch me."

Marcie nodded and kissed him back, pulling him flush against her. "Swan? Oh love. I won't, darling." She turned as he coaxed her around to look at the room. His strong arms slid around her.

"That girl in gold, with the Lynx mask? Now, she is charming despite her roaming fingers." He arched an eyebrow and she laughed.

"You know I am thinking about trying to match her up with someone, right?"

He had that cat-in-the-cream smile as he took her hand and began pulling the gloves off her fingers. "I suspected as much. I mean, she's obviously not finding what she needs."

She nodded, pulling against the tug of silk to help him bare her fingers. "And I take it you have an idea for someone that might work? You only just met her."

"I am very good at reading people," he teased. With a purr he kissed her bared fingers, working little nibbles at her knuckles up to the ring. "Besides, I know someone that would adore her. Only problem is, he's not your typical guest or patron."

She closed her eyes at the feel of his warm mouth along her fingertips, hissing out when he sucked at her finger. She pressed tighter against him, "You think she will be interested in someone who is not typical?"

He growled low, moving kisses up her palm, kissing the hourglass stain of her birthmark lovingly. He gave it just a whisper of a nibble and didn't respond right away, not until she curled her fingers against his cheek.

"Think of the adorable Messenger. She is not the traditional beauty but her soft curves are perfect for her beloved. She is electric inside where it counts. My friend is not particularly handsome on the outside, but he has the heart of a lion and a beautiful soul."

Marcie smoothed her fingers over the short man's golden mustache and admired him until his eyes opened and he grinned at her, gazing back at her. "You don't know the sort of kink Topaz-Lynx is into. She likes some seriously hard play."

He tipped his head and smiled to Marcie. "You know that sometimes people have a change in their tastes, right?"

"You are impossible. Yes, love. I know people change but Lynxie usually has special needs." Marcie hesitated, she didn't feel right talking about confidential details about her friend. She was relieved when she saw the knowing gleam in her love's eyes. "It's one of your gang buddies," she guessed and he grinned wider, flourishing a little bow for her correct touch.

"We are not a gang, beloved." He pinched her ass and then slipped his arm around her and began to lead her out of the room and towards the main hall.

"So, is this one of your club buddies we gave invitations to?" she asked as she curled her fingers around his bare upper arm, stroking the curve of dark ink. She loved that his friends were respectful of this lifestyle. Sure, she expected they would be interested in the theme and the kinky sex, but the reverence they treated the whole thing with was humbling. It was refreshing to have new blood after the past months of questionable behavior from old friends and seasoned attendees.

"I did see him as I was coming in."

When her eyes narrowed at him he held up his hands, offering his palms in surrender and submission. "Mercy Lady. He will cause no harm. I swear it."

"One day your cleverness is going to get you in big trouble."

"Oh, nothing I haven't suffered before." He tipped his head as though listening and then his smile widened. "Maybe this will discourage some of your bolder patrons from overstepping the boundaries you have worked so hard to maintain. These are people I trust with my life. You can trust them too."

She didn't question the choice of invitation or his friends. Even though some seemed rough around the edges, there was no doubt they were good people. Over the past months she'd had her fill of people bending the rules to the breaking point. What concerned her was Lynx and her proclivities. The woman's history made her rigid in terms of what play she would accept. It was very structured, brutal and dominant. Running through the men in her mind, she tried to imagine which one her consort was referring to. None of them seemed particularly submissive. Well, what was the likelihood of Topaz-Lynx even running into this person or interacting with him? The itching of her inner sense told her it was all very likely and she let out a breath, pinching her lover's bare ass.

"She will be so incredible safe," he murmured and then growled with her pinch, muscles tightening under her pressure. "And he's sturdy."

"Do you have suggestions for the rest of the gem girls?" she teased as they stepped into the swirl of activity in the hall. It wasn't quite an orgy but there were lots of people openly making out and lots heavy-petting.

"One at a time, greedy Mistress. Let the pieces make their moves first." With a wicked smile, he pulled her deeper into the room where he playfully pounced her into one of the unoccupied couches.

Chapter Two

Nina Terestchenko was licking her wounds. Well, to be fair, it was only her stinging knuckles, but that little shit really smacked her hand hard. Normally she had more control and she knew better, but the tattooed bandit was just too yummy not to squeeze. It had been a long time since she'd seen someone so interesting at a party. House Mistress was a lucky woman. He was good looking but not the usual tall, well oiled, swimsuit model type.

They had been attending these parties since House Mistress started them. Ruby Otter, Sapphire Fox, Amethyst Badger, Emerald Bear and herself, the Topaz Lynx. They became friends in real life and survived both heartbreaks and joys together.

Nina was afraid she was getting jaded after all these years. The slap on the hand underscored how her feelings about the parties had changed over the past few months. She used to enjoy the danger. The unscripted adventures in dark corners with god-knew-who.

Until the incident with Stag and Dove.

She liked Stag. It easily could have been Nina beaten in a back hall. She also liked Hound and Hare. What did it say about her choice in men that those people got ejected from the house for breaking rules? Then there were the attacks on Owl and Archer in Tahoe. The continued rampant cheating continued during the pony races. She still felt a lingering disquiet that not all the rule breakers were excised from the house.

Until recently Nina trusted the rules. She felt safe putting herself in harm's way because the net would catch her. Now she wasn't so sure. Those bastards crossed a line between fun, consensual, safe hard-play and made it scary.

The guests and patrons tended to be athletic, thin and tall. Physically they were most beautiful beings money could buy. It was fun to play with someone inhumanly handsome but it did not feel real. There was a plastic, skin-deep quality to most of them. Nina herself had been criticized for not having bigger breasts. One former playmate offered to buy her better tits for Christmas. Just another entry on the list of things that made her question herself, her lifestyle choice and why she was risking her safety playing here.

Around her, her friends chatted, speculating on the events that might be planned for the weekend. The other four seemed untroubled and excited about the possibility of new playmates. There were rumors that while some invitations were revoked, others were extended to unknown guests or patrons. Nina felt a quivery disquiet in her stomach. Strangers who might not understand the rules didn't bode well for her right now.

She was running through the possible dangers when a man with an unfamiliar mask walked in through the doorway from the foyer. For a heartbeat he stood just inside the door, with the air of someone performing threat assessment. It might have been her imagination but it felt like a pin scraped along her body from toes to crown before he prowled forward, moving directly for her.

Her friends continued to chat in their own cheerful bubble while she found herself slowly captivated. He carried his huge frame with a masterful grace. His strides were wide and balanced, not heavy but light on his feet like he knew how to move that enormous body.

A fighter. An enforcer.

Anubis, the jackal-headed god laughed down at her. The mask looked made from dark metal. Black, bronze and copper accented the angular lines down to a narrow muzzle tipped with brilliant white fangs as the jaws smiled. The tall, fluted ears gave several more inches to his already immense height. The eyes were lensed in opaque glass, one azure, the other amber concealing his eyes completely.

He got right into her personal space and offered out a token to her. Although his human face was hidden behind the full mask, the jackal grinned.

She stared at him from behind her own mask, dumbfounded as she shifted her attention from the gleaming mask to the wooden token with stylized canine curled into a crescent, toothy maw open as though it were laughing.

Laughing at what? And why in such unimaginable delight?

For a moment she found herself torn as the man towered over her. He let the token swing on a pendulum of the blood red ribbon. Part of her was outraged he was in her personal space. An equal response demanded that she arch her lithe, cat-like form up against him. But a larger piece of herself was shocked that she didn't shove him away and out of her private bubble.

He was dressed in a tailored suit that fit him exquisitely. Not flamboyant or stuffy but playful. For example, that silver bolo tie with an Ankh accented in fire-opals rather than a silk tie.

Hell.

"Lord of the dead," Nina greeted him, surprising herself with the purr in her voice. She reached up and adjusted her enamel Lynx mask, feeling naked in her sheer saffron silks.

"Kittycat." The voice snarled out from behind the disguise, rough and bestial. The mask did very nice things to his tone, echoing inside the bronze.

She felt her nipples tighten against the soft fabric of her dress and muscles deep in her stomach tightened all the way between her thighs and her sex. She felt yanked up tight with a sudden spear of need.

"Sorry, pup," she pulled her key from the valley of her modest cleavage and made sure he could see it. "We're not on the same team."

She couldn't see his expression, but something in his posture registered his question. His head tipped a fraction to one side in a very dog-like gesture.

"You can't offer a token to another key holder." She clarified and pulled out one of her own tokens, letting the lynx mark show as she swung it back and forth from the yellow ribbon. "Sorry. You really are cute." She started to turn away but he slid into her path. He didn't touch her, but god he was dangerously close to brushing his strong body up against hers. Heat radiated off him in waves that made her whole body tingle. Hairs along her arms and neck prickled up in gooseflesh. It felt like a magnet running over her skin, pulling the tiny hairs towards him. She thought, if they touched, he might shock her right off her feet.

Onto her back. To fling her legs over those broad shoulders. Fucking hell!

"We should trade," he snarled quietly. It was the sound of an idling diesel engine. Steady, deep and with a bone-deep resonance.

"I don't think so."

"You haven't even given me a try." His smile was in the tone, just before his laugh rumbled over the words. He radiated a bemused, unflappable confidence.

"Buddy, you are pushy. You come in here like you're drawn to me. There are other—"

"I know what I want."

She realized he was still offering out the token and felt herself smile as she glanced at it again. "I'll beat the fuck out of you."

"MMmm." The sound was like a rev of that big motor inside his enormous chest and he extended the gloved hand and the token with it. "Challenge accepted."

"No, you don't understand, big guy. I don't bottom. Ever."

"Never?"

"No."

"I am not a domestic lap-dog you can kick around. I require more than brute abuse to excel."

"That's why I'm saying, it wouldn't work out. Sorry."

He was very still. The sort of quiet that made her want to climb him and pull his mask off and see his expression. Was he smirking at her? For some reason, she thought she could feel it through the layers of clothing and bronze. She couldn't read anything from his relaxed posture.

"Well," he murmured. "That's unfortunate. I think you would be delicious as my adorable lap kitty for the weekend. Wouldn't you look pretty with a bow around your eyes while I orchestrate what you do for the next two days?"

She felt herself suck in an unexpected breath. It wasn't what he proposed but how he proposed it. He didn't speak in terms of control, force or demand. The request for her company was phrased in a seductive package. Her legs quivered as she imagined what he suggested. Her desire almost overcame her fear.

Then her lust chilled. This was a complete stranger. She knew nothing about him and couldn't even speculate if he was trustworthy. She realized how much she relied on familiar play-partners here, even though they were in in masks, they had developed a reputation.

It wasn't the same as when she first played and trusted the rules. Now it was dangerous. The reminder of the risks made her throat close up.

Her expression seemed to be answer enough for him. With courtly grace he bowed his huge frame towards her in acceptance of her mute rejection. He swept his big fist closed over the token and pressed the knuckles over his chest.

"Wait..." she said.

"No, lady. I can see your doubt. You are so beautiful, you made me forget myself a moment."

She found that she wanted to deny it and explain herself but he was already gracefully striding away and into the crowd. As the gravity of the big man swept away from her and left her without an orbit she realized her friends were staring at her. Before she could form the right words, they started speaking all at once. "Wowza! Momma Lynxie, who is that?" "Is he your new toy?" "Did he just run in here to find you?" Nina shook her head, "What? No. He didn't." "Oh hell yes he did."

She glowered at her friends and then leaned in to hug them. "Whatever. He's not my type."

The four women laughed right in her face and then hugged her.

"Oh. Sure. Totally not your type. Tall..." "Dark..." "Covered in muscles...."

"Alright, stop it. He is also clearly just...I don't know, confused. He didn't know I'm a keyholder. He just latched onto me first in his desperation to get laid. He's new, of course he's moving fast. Actually, I think he'd let me whip him silly just so he could dominate me the rest of the weekend to show me how what a 'real Dom' he is."