FIRES OF SOLSTICE
by Judy Mays

She heard the door open. Too soon for James. Some coworker then.

“Not now. I need to be alone.”

“But I want you now.”

That voice! Damn all men to hell! Spinning around, Meredythe stared at the stranger from her boss’s office. His silvery gray eyes bored into hers. Six feet tall, wickedly lean with muscles clearly defined by his tight, black tee shirt and jeans, he exuded sensuality.

A shiver danced its way up Meredythe’s spine and shattered the composure she’d regained as she let her gaze slide down his body. Damn, but he was a hunk. If only he would turn around so she could get a look at his ass. A picture of him standing naked before her flashed in her mind. Her vaginal muscles tightened; her nipples tingled. She looked back up into his face.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. Amusement appeared in his eyes. “Like what you see?”

Jerking her gaze from his, Meredythe’s anger burned higher. How could she find such an arrogant man attractive? She hated arrogant men.

He held out his hand. “Come to me.”

Meredythe’s eyes widened, and heat surged to her face. What was she, a dog? “Just who the hell do you think you are?”

He didn’t answer. Instead he kicked the door closed and stalked towards her, his muscles sliding smoothly beneath his clothing.

He moves so effortlessly, like – an animal. “What do you want?” she challenged again when he stopped before her.

His eyes bore into hers. “You.”

“Me!” She sputtered. This was the last straw. “And just what makes you think…”

Before she could finish, he cupped her face gently but firmly between his hands, nuzzled her mouth with his, then slid his lips over hers.

Shocked, Meredythe froze.

As his scent surrounded her, soft, tender kisses and delicate flicks of his tongue teased her senses. His supple thumbs caressed her cheeks while his strong fingers massaged the sides of her neck.

Slanting his head, he pressed his mouth more firmly against hers and tantalized her lips with the tip of his tongue.

Slowly, her body relaxed, and she swayed towards him.

He growled low in his throat and sucked on her lower lip.

Something inside of Meredythe burst free from its cocoon and exploded into bloom. Sighing, she opened her mouth, all thoughts of escape melting away.

With that small victory, he seized control. Kisses that had been gentle now seared her lips, drawing forth a hungry, burning response from the depths of her soul. His tongue invaded her mouth, thrusting and swirling against hers in a dance that became more and more sensuous. His mouth conquered, dominated, demanded. A low moan escaped from her throat as she melted against him, palms flat against his chest, and began to drown in the raw, blatant passion of his kiss.

Wrapping one arm around her waist, he laced the fingers of his other hand through her hair, and pulled her head even closer.

Teeth clashed against teeth and tongues stabbed and swiped.

Her teeth slid across his lip.

For a second, the metallic taste of blood rolled across Meredythe’s tongue, then a bonfire ignited in her soul. Trapped in a kiss that seemed to drag her soul from her body, Meredythe plummeted into a maelstrom of desire.

The tight knot in her stomach exploded with fiery heat that surged through her veins. As her nerves sizzled, her nipples puckered into tight, aching buds. Hot moisture pooled between her legs, and she spread her legs apart and tried to straddle his thigh.

Moaning deep in her throat, she grasped his soft cotton shirt and tugged at it, trying to rip it away from his body so she could slide her hands across the hot, taut muscles of his chest.

His groan answered her as he slid his hands down her back, cupped her butt, and pulled her hips against the hard ridge of his erect cock. Then, as he kneaded and massaged her ass with his left hand, he yanked her blouse free from her skirt, slid his right underneath it, and cupped her breast.

Ignoring the warning bells clamoring in her head, Meredythe slid her hands up his chest, wrapped her arms around his neck, pushed her breast further into his hand, and sucked his tongue into her mouth.
His harsh whiskers scratching her cheek and chin, he ravaged her mouth with his as he dropped his arm from around her waist.

A low growl rolling in his throat, he squeezed her breast then slid his finger tips down over her rib cage and along her thighs to jerk her skirt up to her waist. A hard yank ripped her panty hose off her stomach. As the flap of nylon sagged, he slipped his hand beneath her silk panties and cupped her moist pussy. Heat branded her ass as he cupped her butt with his other hand to hold her still.

Whimpering, she ground herself against his stroking fingers. Slowly he caressed her clit, swirled his fingers around it, then rubbed again harder.

Gasping, Meredythe pulled her mouth from his, spread her legs further apart, and threw back her head.

“Yes,” she hissed. Lord but his fingers were magic.

“That’s it. Open yourself to me.”

He pinched her clit. His voice was a low growl. “You are mine.” Then, as he started to slide a single finger inside of her, he leaned forward, slid his tongue and teeth along her jaw to her neck, and nipped her – hard.

Immersed in the sensuality he’d wrapped around her, Meredythe simply moaned affirmatively and ground cunt against his hand. So close... She was so close to coming.

Then, a single, sharp pain shattered the sensual haze surrounding her.

Wrenching her eyes open, she froze in his arms. What was she doing! A complete stranger had her clothing half off and his fingers in her cunt. What was wrong with her? No man other had ever been able to silence her own sense of self before. This one, though, this stranger – she was putty in his hands, passionate putty. Deep in her soul, she knew he could make her do anything he wanted. It frightened her more than anything else ever had.

Fear of her passionate reaction to the stranger galvanized Meredythe and provided her with the strength to jerk out of his arms and fall against the table behind her. Gripping the edge to keep from falling, she sucked in great gasps of air. Trembling – eyes wide – she stared at him. He was a complete stranger, and she was ready to let him fuck her! What was wrong with her?

Silver eyes glistening with flecks of gold, he smiled ferally, lifted the fingers that had been playing in her pussy to his mouth, and sucked on them. Then, nostrils flaring slightly, he slid his fingers from his mouth and held out his hand.

As Meredythe stared at his hand, a moaning sob stuck in her throat. All she had to do was take his hand and give herself over to him to experience passion such as she’d never dreamed existed – passion that would draw her soul from her body and return it altered beyond recognition.

She wrenched her gaze from his hand to his body.

His legs were braced apart, and he made no attempt to hide the huge bulge rising in the front of his jeans.

Her gaze flew to his face.

“Come with me! Now!” he commanded in a low voice, his flinty eyes blazing with a passion she’d never dreamed existed, a passion that now terrified her.

Her body swayed forward.

Her mind rebelled.

Gritting her teeth, she swallowed her sob and yanked her skirt down over her thighs. No! She would not give up her self. There wasn’t a man alive who could be trusted that much.

His terse, arrogant command fanned the flames of her passion – and anger. Gathering her strength, without thought for the consequences, she stiffened her spine and slapped his face - hard. As the sharp crack reverberated around the room, his head snapped to the left and his cheek flushed bright crimson under his dark whiskers. While he stood frozen with shock, she scrambled around to the other side of the table.

Eyes now glowing golden, he braced his hands on the table.

“Touch me and I’ll scream this building down.”

“No you won’t,” he growled. Leaning towards her, he said, “You want me as much as I want you. I can smell the desire for sex on you. I tasted your cum. You’re slick and wet, ready for me. You want my cock buried in your cunt so far you can’t tell where I end and you begin.”

Bracing her own hands on her side of the desk, she leaned towards him and spat, “How dare you talk to me like that! I don’t know who the hell you are, asshole, but I wouldn’t fuck you if you were the last man on Earth!”

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THE DRYADS' TOWER
by Judy Mays

Halting his horse at the top of the rocky trail when the remains of a magical shield set his nerves to tingling, Navaar propped a fist on his hip and gazed down at the tower in the deep bowl-shaped valley.

Finally, he’d found it. The tower and all the magics it possessed would be his.

Rising in his stirrups, Navaar sent a single, thin thread of magic toward the tower. When it was only inches away, sparks of power in a myriad of colors glimmered and crackled up, down, and around then winked out.

As he continued to stare at the tower, Navar nodded to himself. He didn’t need any more magical probes to know gaining entrance was not going to be easy. At least seven layers of invisible shields guarded his objective, and, unlike the dissipated barrier that had circled the valley’s rim, these had not lost any of their strength. However, the shields around the tower were not unexpected. He had no doubt, he would eventually be able to conquer the long absent owner’s magic and claim the tower for himself. It would simply require time and patience.

As a black arrow of crows cawed raucously over his head and disappeared into the tall trees lining the slope, Navaar settled back into his saddle, stopped concentrating on the magical shields, and looked at the tower itself. On a circular hill in the valley’s center, the brown stone tower rose into the cloudless, blue sky. A single line of purplish-red rock rose in a straight line from the tower’s base to disappear beneath the overhang of the steep made of the same purplish red stone. Small, dark green pine trees circled its base. From here at the top of the high pass, the tower looked like a giant cock rising from a nest of dark pubic hair. A fitting residence for a sex mage.

Smiling, Navaar shifted in his saddle as his own cock rose in honor.

Pricking his ears forward, the big horse nickered and pulled Navaar from his musings.

“Is there something down there, Hlmm?”

The horse stamped is foot.

Smile gone, Navaar stared down into the valley. Years ago, he’d learned to trust Hlmm. Thanks to his mount’s instincts, he sprung a trap set by blood mages and their assassins during his final tests and had earned his second nipple ring. He patted the horse’s neck one final time. If Hlmm sensed something down in this tree-filled valley, Navaar was not going to ride into a trap.“Best to take precautions before we go down then. Shifting amongst the bundles tied to his saddle, Navaar untied the waistband of his trousers and freed his erect cock. He could use one of the glass balls in which in magical essence was stored, but his cock was hard and ready. Why waste it?

Sliding his thumb over the top of his cock, Navaar smeared the head with the precum was seeping from its eye. After settling his feet firming in the stirrups, he leaned back against the high cantle of his saddle. Beneath him, Hlmm cocked a hind leg, lowered his head, and sniffed at the sparse greenery around his feet as he swished a pesky bug away with his heavy tail.

Closing his eyes, Navaar pulled the picture of a naked woman to the forefront of his memory – a small dark-haired nymph-like woman with pert, brown-nippled breasts and an almost hairless cunt. She reclined before him, her legs spread wide. The pink lips of her slit seemed to pulse with a life of their own as she rubbed and pinched her clit.

Falling deeper into his memory, Navaar pumped his cock, concentrating on the pleasurable feeling of the smooth skin sliding up and down over the hard muscle beneath it as his fantasy played out in his mind.

The woman arched as he slid a thick, black dildo slid over her thigh. As she continued to pleasure herself, he inserted the tip of the dildo into her cunt. Both her thigh and stomach muscles shuddered. Her red cunt lips stretched wide as the smooth glass was pushed slowly but steadily into her.
Moaning, she’d stopped pleasuring herself, grabbed the wooden pole behind her head, and ground her hips down against the dildo.

Sweat broke out on Navaar’s forehead as he remembered how she’d screwed herself with the black glass. He’d fucked her long and hard with it. When she’d orgasmed for the second time, he’d pulled the glass from her cunt and replaced it with his own aching cock. As he ground his hips against hers and thrust himself as deeply as he could, he’d used his mind to gather all the sexual energy she’d released earlier and molded it into a tight, silvery ball.

Grabbing her legs, he’d guided them around his waist so he could thrust more deeply. The bumpy, golden hoops lining her cunt lips rubbed and rolled along the length of his cock. Falling onto the cushioned seat behind him, he’d lifted her onto his lap without stopping his thrusts. He pushed her head against his chest and she sucked his nipple into her mouth.

As she’d nipped and suckled, their new position had enabled him to bury his aching cock more deeply into to her. His balls burned, and he knew he had to bring her to orgasm soon or he’d come first and fail this test. He held off as long as he could while her hot, wet cunt oozed her slippery cum all around his cock and sucked and clasped it until he was ready to explode.

As the memory played out in his mind, Navaar pumped his fist faster. He was ready to come, but the longer he managed to hold back, the more powerful his spell would be. His breathing became heavier as he fell deeper into his memory.

Motioning to his instructor, Navaar had slid his hands down over the woman’s ass and parted her cheeks. The other mage had knelt behind the woman, his well-oiled cock jerking.

“Now!” Navaar had shouted.

As Navaar’s hot cum exploded out of his balls, the other man screwed his cock into the woman’s anus.

“More! More! More!” she’d screamed as she shuddered between their naked bodies.

Pleasure wracking his body, Navaar had managed to gather the energy of not only his and the woman’s orgasm, but also that of his instructor’s orgasm plus the energy from the unintentional orgasm of one of the judges watching them. He’d molded it into a single silvery bolt and thrust it upward into a small cloud wrapped around one of the stronghold’s towers. Almost im