Night Critters (Collection) (12 page)

One of her booted feet wrapped around his leg and kicked the door shut. The heat of the room instantly climbed up a notch, and the scent of brewing coffee mixed with the musty odor of old houses. Charm was no slouch about her attempts to relieve him of his white bartending shirt and black jeans. The girl practically whimpered with need, and the clear urgency was a boost to his ego.

He sighed with relief. Apparently, the attraction was mutual, and not the “thank you” fuck he'd first assumed. Her stiff leather bodice laces finally gave way and tender tits softer than clouds fell into his hand. His other hand crept around back to where her long black skirt covered her little round ass, careful not to hurt her wings. Apparently she was naked beneath the thin gauze layers of the skirt.

Good thing Charm was equally dexterous. His jeans hit his ankles, freeing his cock, and her fingers wrapped around the length of him without breaking their mutual tongue tonsillectomy. Her hum of delight heralded long strokes with those delicate fingers and made his head swim.

Meanwhile, Lucky's fingers had finally solved the mystery of her skirt closure, and the gauze joined his jeans on the floor, pooling at their feet. His fingertips then located an incredible second set of lacings. He broke the kiss. “What the... ?"

Charm's green eyes glowed in the light of the single working track lamp in the beams above them. She grinned and shinnied up his body like a tree nymph, wrapping her long legs around his waist. Before he could blink, she nibbled on his earlobe. “Leather thong panties. Pull the side strings."

One of his hands automatically reached behind to cup her firm round ass and support her weight on his body. Not that she weighed nearly what he thought. Nephylum had flight bones, pocked with holes to make them lighter and more delicate. Lucky chided himself to remember Nephylum bones broke easily. He'd have to find a way to fuck her without killing her or damaging her wings. Still, he managed to pull one set of the side strings as asked. The leather fell away from her flesh.

Charm wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned backwards until her shoulders touched the scarred wall paneling. The parted leather bodice, resembling the remains of a black jewelry box, held her pearly white breasts. The rose vine tattoos circling her nipples were enough to make his mouth water for a taste. She arched her back upward and presented her breasts like a feast. Two matching pearl nipple rings gleamed in the low light.

Suddenly, Lucky was very hungry for breast meat. Decorated like high-class art, they were a confection he didn't even try to resist. He'd never seen nipple rings on anyone, and surprisingly they were warm to the touch of his tongue. Well, duh! They were attached to a warm body. He flicked them each like a toy for a moment, fascinated, until he couldn't resist the hardened pink nipple beneath the ring.

Charm shivered and gasped. Her hips wriggled until she sank down enough for the head of his cock to caress something hot and hard.

Lucky froze, his lips wrapped around a nipple and ring. His cock twitched, rubbing on the heated substance, which definitely was not part of normal female anatomy. What the hell was it? He let go of the ring and nipple. “Charm? What is my cock rubbing?"

She giggled and moved her hips until the object caressed the head of his cock. “Clit ring."

"You're full of surprises.” Lucky resumed his explorations of how Charm's nipple ring and nipple felt in his mouth. “I'll have to see it later. If your clit ring tastes as great as your nipple rings, I could get addicted to body jewelry."

Charm moaned and grabbed a curvy wall sconce above her head. “We'll discuss body jewelry fantasies later, hmm? Right now, I want your cock buried in me and I don't want to wait any longer.” She jerked her body away from his hands and fell onto his cock in one smooth motion. Her black wings flared out in an instinctive move to hold her upright, but all they did was flatten themselves against the dusty paneling.

Lucky blessed his construction job which kept his arms and legs firmly muscled while he lifted heavy loads all day long. Thrusting upward with his hips while his hands grabbed and supported a horny Nephylum bent on impaling herself on him was all he could manage. Usually, he preferred a horizontal tango, but then again he'd never had a partner with wings before.

Charm didn't seem to care, and matched him stroke for stroke, using the creaking wall sconce above her head to perform a pull-up maneuver in time with his thrusts. Her decorated nipples hypnotically winked and flashed in the light.

Insanely, he envisioned his cock caressing the sexy clit ring with every stroke up or down, and how the warm metal became slick with her juices. He felt each of their frenzied, intense strokes in slow motion.

Charm, too, moved in slow motion. Her half-shut green eyes bored into his, conveying honest, happy lust. Her lips were red from his kisses, and her mouth parted slightly as she panted. Even the sheen of her wings flicked in fiery colors in the half-light on the wall. All in all, she looked like one of the butterfly specimens JR kept in his collection, displayed like art objects instead of beautiful living things.

His heart resolved to protect her from his brother. JR could be horribly ruthless when he decided on a path, and Lucky had been in his way often enough to know how easy it was to get mowed down by JR's single-minded drive to his goals. If, as Charm said, JR had been harassing her, he wanted her home for some as yet undetermined reason. Lucky wouldn't let it happen to Charm.

Charm shrieked and arched her back, her pussy pulsing and squeezing his cock in her orgasmic throes. She bounced so hard on him, he feared she'd break her delicate pelvic bones.

Her internal squeezes sent him flying over the edge of the cliff he'd not even seen coming. Was this how the Greek guy Icarus felt before the sun melted his wax and feather wings? If Icarus had experienced even a portion of the heat and joy of flight, knowing he didn't belong but not caring, then Lucky was sure he'd died happy. He emptied everything into Charm and knew if he fell over with a stroke from the pleasure, he'd die happy, too.

The wall sconce, however, was not so joyous at the abuse. The screws holding it into the studs screamed at their own release and let go from the wall. Charm's eyes flew open wide with fear. She started to slide down the wall, her wings flapping helplessly on their way to being crushed into a thousand bits of bone and feathers on the floor. The slow motion enhanced the whole scene and every sensation.

One chance. Lucky had one golden moment of orgasm left, and he prayed it would hold him through the pain. He yanked Charm to him and held her while he fell on his back to the hardwood floor. He hit with nothing to slow his fall. He hoped the boots would prevent Charm from having crushed ankles. Dust poofed up from the floorboards in a cloud. The toolboxes rattled, but thankfully they'd both missed them.

Like a stutter on a broken vid, time shot forward to normal speed.

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"Ooof!” Charm's forward motion continued, popping her right off his cock. Her leather-covered belly landed on Lucky's face. The wall sconce still in her hand clanged on the floor above his head.

Lucky lay on the floor, stunned for a moment, and did an assessment of possible injuries. His ass would have a bruise, but Charm's legs had saved him from a serious back or head injury.

A soft whimper escaped from Charm's lips. She managed to squirm onto her hands and knees. Then she winced and reached for her left ankle. “Ow. That hurt."

Awkwardly, Lucky inched out from under his injured angel. He slid out from between her legs and treated himself to a view of her clit ring with its tiny ruby red bead before he was able to roll away and sit up. He was fully prepared to hustle her off to the local Doc in a Box clinic for a scan and treatment. “How bad is the ankle?"

Charm managed a sitting position with her bare butt on the dusty hardwood. She coolly assessed her booted ankle with probing fingers. “I think I just twisted it, that's all. I don't think it's broken. Med kit is in the bathroom closet.” She pointed behind Lucky and curved her finger to indicate it was on the other side of the wall.

Gingerly, Lucky stood and pulled up his jeans. He'd be a pile of aches in the morning and his back hurt but he, too, had escaped worse damage. He limped around the corner and found the med kit in a neat but outdated bathroom. Wincing at the age and abuse the house had seen, he pulled out the distinctive orange case and shuffled back to Charm.

She bore up well while he wrapped her swelling ankle in a compression bandage. However, she did rummage in the med kit for mild analgesics and shared the bottle with Lucky. Her face twisted like a little girl about to cry, but she stuck out her chin defiantly. “Looks like there'll be a short delay on fixing up my house, anyway. JR gets his temporary reprieve, sort of."

Lucky handed Charm her skirt and let the prideful Neph struggle to put on the gauze skirt. She was a porcupine of stubbornness, ready to lash out at anyone who got too close to her tender underbelly. The never-say-die attitude was more alluring than any physical beauty, but he'd better watch his step. “Will you allow me to carry you to the couch and save your ankle the strain?"

The graceless and grudging “Yeah” was all Lucky expected. He studied the problem of how to get his arms under her back without damaging her wings. “Put your arms around my neck, Charm. You've ruffled your feathers enough for one night, right?” Lucky got his arms under her icy butt. “Damn, Charm! Are you ever going to have a bit of skin that doesn't feel like a frozen turkey?"

"No, but I'm sort of used to being cold. Don't sweat the small stuff.” She snickered against his neck and helpfully wrapped her legs around his waist again. This time, his cock only managed a tired twitch instead of homing in on willing female flesh. “Put me on the armless chair, please. I've got my preening tool over there."

"What? You don't use your beak?” Lucky received a playful slap on his arm and got her situated comfortably on the triangular cushion then plopped his own butt on the threadbare sofa. The evening sun filtered through the dirty window, bathing him in warm light.

He'd never seen a Neph preen before, and the task was apparently not as delicate as he'd thought. She snapped a clamp-like device near the shaft of one feather, flipped a switch, and the thing hummed as she pulled it down each one of her black feathers in succession. His mother brushed her hair with the same intense look of concentration.

She moved the device to another feather. “Well, at least I don't have to stand up to do my job."

A frown creased his forehead. Looking like she did, Lucky couldn't imagine she carried a dataport and worked in an office. The current fashions for the executive types were unrelieved monochromatic colored jumpsuits, not Gothic revival. “What do you do?"

Charm blithely shrugged and grinned like a mischievous child, but she never took her eyes off the humming preener. “It's sort of a secret, but you seem like the kind to keep quiet. I run
Rumor Has It
, the talk show. I doubt you've heard of it."

His jaw hit the carpet, figuratively speaking. Every female who could manage the time listened to
Rumor Has It
and watched the vidcasts. No one ever saw the face of the hostess or knew her name. She was simply and deliberately referred to as Rumor, keeping her guests entirely in the spotlight.
Rumor Has It
had revolutionized the ubiquitous talk show by keeping the host anonymous and allowing anyone who wished to access the show and ask text questions of the guest via the guest's vid screen. There were many speculations about Rumor, but even former guests had no clue what she looked like. Her ruthless questioning hovered perfectly between psychologist, reporter and sex therapist. Naturally, he said the first stupid thing to drop out of his mouth. “Thanks for trusting me with the info. You won some awards recently."

Again, she carelessly shrugged. “Big deal. I won a popularity contest. Who gets serious about a red carpet and a fucking brass statue? Not me. That is so Miss America.” She put a vapid, wide-eyed smile on her face and waved from the wrist. “Spare me."

Lucky had to think about the revelation for a moment. “Doesn't your show make massive money?” He glanced at the dilapidated state of the house in shock.

A rude noise issued from those red lips. “Not as much as it could if I accepted corporate sponsors, but that would mean they'd have a say in my show. Nope, sorry about your luck, boys. My show, my rules.” She flipped off the preening tool, her feathers gleaming and smooth. “Do me a favor and carry me to my office? I've got to mix and assemble a few ‘casts for next month. The interviews were all done last week, so today's one of the easy days."

Dutifully, Lucky carried her through the door she indicated. The bare wood floor desperately needed refinishing, but the rest of the room was covered floor to ceiling in state-of-the-art electronics, storage, and one dusty antique barrister's bookcase full of her award statues. He settled her in the rolling executive chair. “Mind if I hang around to kick your heater and make some minor repairs?"

Charm snapped a microphone headset on and carelessly waved a hand. Her eyes were already scanning a variety of files on the screen. “Yeah, yeah. Go for it. If you have a pile of friends to help you move the monster furnace or something, order up some beer and pizza with my blessing.” She gave him a wink. “I like thick, meaty and bad for you. That's why I like you, too."

Lucky clamped down on his feelings of triumph and anticipation. She'd just given him permission to do any repairs Lucky saw fit, and he could bring in friends. Which to him meant he had carte blanche—within reason, of course—and he could guiltlessly call in those blue chip favors. The house was worth saving, and he loved the idea of a challenge. “Right. I'll try to keep the noise down to a dull roar.” Lucky shut the door and started dialing for his favorite inspectors and his right-hand man in charge of demolition. “Shawn? Yeah, I know, it's kind of late. Are you up to a little challenge? How's a renovation of a 70's monster sound?” Lucky gave him the address and kept dialing.