“What is it? Is there something wrong?” I question, not understanding why he’s stopping us from leaving.
He looks between us both and then does some weird rutting motion.
“Er, it would appear your brother might be horny. Do you and he…er…you know?” Griffon raises an eyebrow at us.
“No, we do not.” I slap him hard across the face for the insult. “I’m a virgin!”
“Nice.” Griffon smirks, rubbing his cheek.
Connor stamps his hooves again to refocus our attention on him. He does the rutting movement again and then steps forward and pushes Griffon and I together with his head. My brother then snorts out a frustrated breath at not being able to get his meaning across to us. He keeps pushing us together and repeating his strange mating behavior.
“Is he trying to play matchmaker?” Griffon asks me, and Connor stamps his hooves excitedly.
It dawns on me what my brother is suggesting.
“Are you insane?” I respond to Connor. “You want me to sleep with him?”
“Woah, what?” Griffon spits out.
Connor prances up and down happily.
“Connor, I don’t even know this man.”
I can’t believe my brother is suggesting this. Does he think I’m some sort of whore, offering my body to the man who rescued me? I should be getting the hell out of this property, not fucking the first man I see…fucking the first man I see! Now I understand. My brother is a genius—although what he’s proposing is slightly creepy.
“Will you fuck me?” I ask, turning to Griffon.
I grab his t-shirt and start to lift it up, but he takes hold of my hands and pushes them away.
“I think you’ve spent too much time in the glass cage. Let’s get out of here, and then we can maybe discuss this again after you’ve had a few years of counseling,” Griffon replies as he tries desperately to stop me from ripping all his clothes off him.
“No, you have to do it.”
“Nyah, this is some sort of captive syndrome making you ask this. You really don’t mean what you’re saying.”
“Yes I do. Malachi will chase me to the ends of the earth as long as I remain a virgin. He wants the power he can get by taking it from me. If I’m no longer a virgin, then I’m no good to him. I’ll be safe. Please, Griffon, I need you to do this.”
He stands back and rubs his hand through his messy, brown hair.
“Seriously, this is a new one on me—an innocent girl asking me for sex.”
“Griffon, if you do this, you’ll save my life. We might even be able to destroy Malachi and get my brother back. Come on, you have a dick, and I’m sure you know how to use it…or are you a virgin too? Is that what the problem is? Or maybe gay?”
“Ok, babe.” Griffon grabs me around the waist. “I did some experimenting when I was a kid, but it’s pussy all the way for me these days. And believe me, my dick has seen plenty of action. I’m just not certain you know what you’re asking. Plus, I’m feeling a little under pressure being asked to perform on the spot.”
“You don’t need to perform. Just stick your dick inside me and come. That’s all you need to do.”
Griffon loosens his hold on me, and looking into my eyes, he chuckles.
“It’s more than a little obvious you’ve never had sex, Nyah.”
I look down at the floor, feeling stupid. It’s a crazy thing to ask of this stranger, but if it saves me, then I want to do it.
“Please. I know it seems insane, but this could be my only chance.”
Griffon brings his hand up to my face and tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear.
“You really think it’s a good idea? If Malachi can feed on your virginity, who’s to say I won’t do the same. I’m magical as well.”
“You are, but you’re not evil, and I could think of worse guys to have my first time with. You’re handsome.” I can’t help but blush at my words.
“Ok, I’ll do it. Your brother has to wait outside, though. I’m not really into exhibitionism.”
We both look over to Connor who nods and leaves the room.
“How do you want me?” I ask and start to remove the dress I’m wearing. I’ve only got panties on underneath, no bra.
“Fuck!” Griffon exclaims. “Dominic was right. I don’t do things by halves.”
Chapter Four
Griffon Taylor
As I watch Nyah remove her clothes, I’m still not sure what the fuck is happening. I should be in Boston now, torturing a man and killing him, but instead, I have a beautiful woman stripping naked in front of me, and she wants me to take her virginity. My dick is hard in my jeans—it has been since the moment I first set eyes on her. This is the sort of thing that only happens in a dream, not reality.
Nyah removes her panties and throws them on the floor. She’s completely naked with her breasts standing proud, and her nipples erect already. Her slim waist tapers down to a full bottom, and a tuft of blonde hair covers her mound.
I take a deep breath and pull my t-shirt off over my head. Nyah looks down at the floor, trying to hide the fact she was staring at my toned abs. I have to keep fit and agile. Being lax will get me killed in my line of work.
“Dear god!” she exclaims. “You have so many tattoos.”
“I’ve got a bit of a tattoo addiction.”
“They look…” Her eyes flick up and then quickly down again before she coughs awkwardly. “They look good. Perfect, in fact.”
Next, I retrieve a condom from the wallet in the pocket of my jeans.
“What’s that?” Nyah asks.
“Protection. You don’t want to risk getting pregnant.”
She hesitates.
“I don’t know if it works that way.” She swallows deeply. “I think you have to be bare inside me.”
I almost nut in my boxers.
“You’re a virgin, and I know I’m clean. We can get a morning after pill tomorrow. I’m ok with that.”
“Good.” Nyah looks down at my jeans. “Are you going to take them off?”
“In a minute. Come here, Nyah.”
I beckon her with a finger, and she shuffles over to me. I turn her around so her back is now resting against my chest. Then, starting at her neck, I move my hand over her body, stroking the soft gossamer flesh. Nyah opens her mouth and exhales a moaning breath of desire.
“Is that good, Nyah?” I ask her, circling my hand around her breast and plucking at the sensitive nipple with my fingers.
“Yes.”
“I’ll take your virginity, but it won’t be a quick fuck. I won’t do that.”
My hand lowers over her flat stomach toward the cleft between her thighs. Trailing a finger through her folds, I part them to find she’s wet.
“I guess you do find me attractive.”
“Please, I need you?” she whimpers.
“How could any man want to take this from you forcefully? Having you pleading is so much better.” I rub my hand against her clit until her hips start to gyrate. “That’s it, babe, take your pleasure. I won’t give you mine until I’ve heard you moan and come over my fingers.”