Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters (24 page)

"Shamus!" She cried
out as her body began to tremble over him. Her body erupted, her pussy
releasing a flood of cum over his cock and into his lap.

He pulled her tight, her
breasts crushed against the hard muscle of his chest. In the next instant, he
rolled her to her back, situating himself between her legs and thrust into her.
Hard and fast. His chest glistened in the moonlight, covered in a light sheen
of sweat.

Suzanne wrapped her legs
around his waist, her hands gripping tightly to the rungs of the headboard. The
headboard knocked loudly against the wall, the same wall that adjoined the
neighbour's bedroom.

Faster. Harder. His thrusts
came at near lightning speeds, sliding in and out of her effortlessly. Shamus
bent down and roughly claimed her lips just as he gave one final thrust and
erupted into her. As he came inside her, for a brief moment the room appeared
to be filled with an assortment of bright colours, all seeming to circle the
exhausted couple. Suzanne blinked and the room was as it had been. Had she
imagined it?

"Mmm," Shamus
moaned as he relaxed onto her, briefly, before rolling onto his back, pulling
her over and onto him. He planted a quick kiss on her forehead.

Laying her head on his chest
and draping an arm across his waist, Suzanne closed her eyes and smiled. She'd
never felt so satisfied. There was so much she wanted to say. So many things
she wanted to ask, but for now all she wanted was to fall to sleep in the arms
of the most extraordinary man she'd ever met.

As Suzanne fell to sleep in
this comfortable and comforting position, she made a mental note to ask him
about the colours that seemed to have appeared when he climaxed.

Chapter 7

"Well, it's about time
you came around," Cass commented as the four leprechauns seated at the
poker table watched Shamus approach and take his usual seat, which had been
vacant for too long.

A round of greetings came
from the others at the table.

"I've been occupied with
my charge," Shamus explained, sitting down and placing his stein of beer
in front of him on the green felt-covered poker table.

A few chuckles circulated the
table. A couple of the leprechauns gave him a wink while some elbowed each
other in jest. They had a pretty good idea of how he had been occupied by his
charge these past couple of weeks.

Cass began dealing the cards,
calling out the specifications of the round as he dealt.

"I'm a wee bit concerned
about you," Cass admitted as they began to play the round. Cass motioned
to the others at the table with his hand, "We all are."

The others at the table
nodded in confirmation.

Shamus took a swig of his
beer. "Why's that?"

"Don't mind my
intrusion. It's just that you're a leprechaun and she's a human."

Shamus shrugged.

Cass leaned over the table,
his tone hushed. "It’s not natural lad. A mystical being with a human.
It's just not right."

"With all due respect
Cass, I don't think that is any of your concern. My other charges are being
cared for." He took another, larger swig of his beer.

Cass pointed to his temple.
"You're aging Shamus. Too much time spent in the mortal realm."

Shamus cringed. He knew
exactly to what Cass was referring. He had noticed the other day that he had
grown his first few grey hairs. In mortal years he was roughly thirty years of
age, so just old enough to start seeing the pesky signs of aging. To stay in
the mortal realm would mean aging as a mortal did. He'd decided the first night
that he and Suzanne had made love that spending a human lifetime with her was
worth the sacrifice.

His mind was made up. Cass
could not sway his decision now.

"She's my destined mate
Cass. Fate chose us to be together and I trust in that."

"Does she know that you
staying with her means you give up your immortality?"

Shamus flopped his cards down
on the table, folding. "Not something she needs to know."

Cass narrowed his eyes at
Shamus, a look of determination adorning his face. The look made Shamus
uncomfortable. He knew that look, it usually meant the older leprechaun was
about to start trouble. The bad thing about Cass was that when he set his mind
to achieve something, come hell or high water he usually got it. Sadly, right
now it appeared Cass wanted to see an end to his relationship with Suzanne.

****

"I don't think life has
ever been better than it is right now," Suzanne announced, dipping herself
deeper into the warm water that filled the bathtub. The warm bubbles surrounded
her, covering all but her head. The tub was an older-style model, deep and
wide. She loved it. It was one of the main reasons she had taken the apartment
she'd been living in for the past few years.

"Well I do my best to
please," Shamus teased as he undid the final button of his green shirt and
shrugged it off.

"Does the shirt always
have to be green?" Suzanne couldn't help but inquire.

He nodded in confirmation.
"Pretty much. Consider yourself lucky I am no longer required to wear the
hat."

Suzanne crinkled her nose up
in distaste. "I suppose you're right."

A wide smile lit Suzanne's
face as she watched him undress. There was no doubt about it. She really
couldn't picture life being any better. She'd been at her new job for a couple
of weeks now and it was everything she hoped it would be. She was no longer a
mindless drone who spent nine hours being ridiculed and degraded by strangers
over the telephone; instead she was given responsibility. She was appreciated
for her contributions. It actually felt good to go to work each morning.

Better yet, there was this
handsome, devastatingly sexy man standing in the middle of her bathroom floor.
Every inch of his gorgeous body was perfection, in her eyes. And the way he
looked at her... His eyes would gaze at her full of lust, passion, which would
tie her stomach into knots and leave her feeling sexy, desirable. During the
last few days there had been something more in those eyes when he looked at
her. There was more intensity, more emotion. He was in love with her; she knew
this without an ounce of doubt in her mind.

Suzanne chewed on her bottom
lip as she watched him slide his black trousers and boxers over his hips,
letting them fall to the floor, exposing his thick, hard cock. Lifting a soapy
hand out of the water she motioned for him to join her. "Took you long
enough with those clothes," she teased.

"Patience is a virtue,
sweetness," Shamus scowled, strutting over to the tub, leaning over the
side and kissing her lips tenderly.

She reached out and grasped
his cock. She gave it several quick strokes. His body tensed and she heard a
soft hiss as he took in a quick breath. "I'm not that patient when it
comes to certain things Shamus," she informed him, sitting up in the tub
so she could brush her lips over the tip of his cock.

"Mmm, Suzanne."
Shamus's hands worked their way into her long, wet locks, cupping the back of
her head. He urged her head closer to him, to take him into her mouth.

Suzanne's lips and tongue
played with the head of his cock. Teasing. Her tongue circled the head. As her
tongue taunted and teased the head of his member, she used her hand to firmly
grip the base. The other hand she slid up the outer side of his thigh to
squeeze one of his firm-muscled ass cheeks.

Shamus groaned again, as he
watched her tongue play with him, both loving and hating her wicked torment.

She began to take him further
into her mouth. Suzanne resisted his urging to increase her speed, or to take
him in deeper. She was in control now, so he'd get more of what he wanted when
she was ready to give it. Up and down his long, thick shaft, moving further
down his shaft each time she took him in. Finally, reaching the base of his
cock with her mouth she began to increase the speed. In and out, now allowing
him some control. Her tongue taunted and teased the tip each time her lips
reached the summit.

Within a couple of minutes
his hips were thrusting against her mouth, his body taut. She could feel the
tension that had built up within his cock. He was mere seconds from release.
She pulled him out of her mouth, still stroking with her hands, hard and fast
as she leaned back against the tub. Her breasts sprung up and out from the
bubble-coated water, glistening from the drops of soapy liquid that inched
their way down and over them.

Her hand slid from his ass to
his balls, gently squeezing as she continued to stroke him. He let a low groan
escape his lips as he released over her breasts, his cum mixing with the
bubbles and bathwater, sliding down her chest and into the scented, foamy water
in the tub.

A smile touched his lips,
relief in his eyes as he leaned over kissing her lips soundly.

Suzanne returned his smile,
with a coy one of her own as she scooted over to one end of the tub, so he
could sit across from her.

Shamus stepped into the warm
water and settled himself across from Suzanne, taking hold of her legs and
placing them over his. His hands gently massaged her feet and calves under the
water.

Smiling, Suzanne closed her
eyes, let her head sink into the inflated blue sea shell headrest she had
attached to the wall and sank further into the warm inviting water. The water
smelled of roses and lavender, which filled her nostrils. It hadn't been an
understatement when she had told him how wonderful she felt her life had become
since he wandered into it.

Suzanne opened one eye
partially to glance at him quickly then closed it again. There were still
things she wanted to know about him. Needed to know. His real age for one, he
appeared to be in his early thirties, but she guessed a leprechaun's lifespan
would range differently from a human’s. What would happen if the relationship
progressed to them having children? If they were destined mates, then she
assumed that would be in their future. But she had decided to be patient and let
him divulge the information in his own time.

Heat rose up through her, as
Shamus's hands slowly massaged their way past her knees and began working on
her inner thighs. The water splashed around them as Shamus shifted position in
the tub. She could feel his body hovering over hers. His lips lightly brushed
over hers.

"You were right."

Suzanne opened her eyes and
raised her eyebrows at Shamus. "I was right?"

"About the bubble
bath." Shamus's lips began to trail kisses from her earlobe, down her neck
to her collarbone. His hands had made their way to the apex between her legs,
one reached behind her to cup her ass, while the other plunged into her.
"It's an amazing way to relieve stress."

Suzanne half laughed, half
moaned as his fingers found just the spot within her to cause her to buck
against them. Her pelvis moved in sync with the rhythmic stroking of his hand.

Shamus trailed kisses back up
her neck to nibble on her earlobe again. "Play with your breasts for me. I
want to see your nipples nice and hard," he requested, as he leaned back
to watch while he continued to fuel the fire between her legs.

Sitting up in the tub, she
revealed her breasts, covered in bubbles and began doing as he requested.
Holding each breast in each hand she massaged them with her palms as her
fingers pinched, and rolled her nipples into hardened peaks. All the while, she
kept her eyes on him, moving from his dark eyes, heavy with desire, down his
sculpted, muscular chest, flat stomach and large erect cock, primed ready for
action, then back up over him to his eyes once more.

The warm water surrounding
her, the touch of his hand stroking her masterfully, combined with his hardened
cock protruding out of the water as if taunting her, was almost too much to
bear. She wanted to feel him inside her, filling her pussy with his thick
shaft. Needed his body next to her, pressed against hers, demanding she give in
to him.

Finally having enough of his
delicious torment, Suzanne grasped the wrist of the hand that was skilfully
bringing her closer to the edge, stopping him. Her other hand wrapped behind
his neck and brought him down onto her. The water splashed around them, some
escaping over the edge of the tub and splattering onto the floor.

"I want you now,"
she demanded, claiming his lips with her own.

Taking hold of her left
thigh, Shamus lifted her leg up over his shoulder, as he settled his body over
hers. The head of his cock poked and tormented the entrance to her exposed
pussy.

"Hold on," Shamus
advised, nodding towards the bathtub edge.

Suzanne did as she was told.
While one hand gripped the edge of the tub, the other circled his waist,
holding her up and close to him.

One hand placed under her
bottom, his other bracing himself up on the tub ledge, Shamus thrust into her,
hard. Bubble-filled water splashed around them. Suzanne couldn't stop herself
from letting a giggle pass her lips as a stray bubble tickled her nose.

Shamus halted in mid-thrust
to look down at her with a slightly perplexed look on his face. "Not the
reaction I was hoping for," he teased.

"I think I may have
over-done the bubbles," she explained, laughing a little harder now.

Shamus smiled, looking around
them. Clusters of snowy white foam covered everything both in the tub and its
surrounding areas. "Perhaps," he nodded his agreement, his eyes
catching hers once again.

The amusement soon subsided,
overtaken by hunger. The hunger that demanded Shamus should resume his
thrusting within her. She wiggled her hips, thrusting upward to plunge him
deeper into her. The water making it much easier to keep her pussy angled
upwards, so each inward thrust dove into her fully, filling her completely

Shamus moaned, taking the
hint, and began moving within her. His movements began slow and calculated but
were quickly replaced with fast, vigorous ones. The water crashed and sprayed
around them as their bodies began to move in sync, her hips moving up to meet
his with each and every thrust, working in perfect harmony.

It felt as though it was only
minutes before her body began to throb. Her pussy ache. Her desire burned so
hot that she was sure she would explode at any moment. As if sensing how close
she was, Shamus increased his speed, demanding to feel her pussy explode over
his cock.

While one hand still gripped
the ledge of the tub so tightly her knuckles were turning white, the fingers of
her other hand dug deeply into his muscular shoulder, with each thrust she met
with her own. Higher and higher he took her, making her feel light-headed. But
she needed more of him!