Rien du Tout

Content Advisory: Contains m/f intercourse


Samanya sat quietly on the windowsill. Early morning sunshine cast a pale glow over the blush pink silk of her dressing gown. The golden threads of the embroidered roses on it glimmered and she studied them while the chickadees sang beyond the window pane.

A movement outside caught the corner of her eye and she turned her attention to the figure approaching her front door. Jeans, a tight black t-shirt and a baseball cap. The ever present hunger twisted and pressed its sharp edges against the inside of her belly. Whether Sam wanted it or not, she would have to feed – and soon.

She assessed the toolbox in his right hand and turned to her assistant. The only thing visible was the square inch of her bobbing fuchsia iPod attached to white ear phones.

“Leatitia, the repairman is here,” she glanced at the empty space her companion occupied. “Show him the cracked tile in the kitchen, please?”

The slim ivory cord bobbed to the music playing. Samanya sighed, slid from her seat and crossed the room. “Letty! The door. Now.”

“Oh, shit.” Leatitia dropped the camisole she’d picked up as she materialized. “Damn. Sorry. The repairman’s here?”

Samanya nodded and looked toward the door when the doorbell chimed throughout the house. “Yes. Go let him in.”

Blonde ponytail bobbing behind her, Leatitia shook her groove thing out of sight. Samanya smiled at the ghost’s behaviour and let her robe drop to the hardwood. She recalled the day her banshee wail predicted Letty’s death. Their lives intertwined then and Samanya had done the only thing she could. She’d taken the younger banshee under her wing and sworn herself to a solitary life.  

Picking up the discarded camisole, Sam slid it over her head and turned her mind to the repairman in her foyer. Thin crimson material draped over the ample curves of her breasts, the hard pebbles of her nipples poking through as she thought back on the defined ripple of muscle the repairman’s t-shirt hinted at. The cami settled just above Samanya’s belly button and the diamond pendant she wore refracted the blood red within its facets.

“He’s safe and seriously yummy. Those abs,” Letty purred and made catlike gestures with her hands as she returned. “Washboard, baby.”

Samanya pulled soft denim up over her hips. “Nice.” She checked her hair in the mirror and smiled at the ghostly banshee. “Remind me to add a healthy tip to the payment when the bill comes in?”

“Sam,” Leatitia eyed her warily. “What are you thinking? I can see the cogs turning in your pretty head.”

“You said he’s safe.” She gave her a mischievous grin. “My banshee half won’t wail and the Lilin side wants some satisfaction. It’s been forever since the last time I fed. I’ve decided to take advantage of the fresh meat in our kitchen.”

Letty snorted and stepped aside as Samanya neared the door. “Just make sure your Lilin leaves him alive, please? I don’t feel like explaining to his boss why our delicious handyman didn’t come back from fixing the tiles. Okay?”

Sam smirked and ghosted into the hallway. “I make no promises. I’m hungry, and there’s beefcake on the menu.”

A tight, denim covered ass, powerful thighs and rippling biceps welcomed her into the kitchen. The handyman was hard at work removing the broken tiles. Sam entered and stopped in the doorway to admire his attributes.

“Is there something I can do for you?” He glanced at her over his shoulder and went back to chipping away at her flooring.

Samanya stepped further into the dimly lit room. “Sure. Why are you wearing sunglasses inside? Can you even see what you’re doing?”

“I can and my reason for wearing them is my own.” Smash. Another tile followed its brethren into the bucket at his side. Samanya shuddered at the violent sound of the ceramic bursting. “Was there something you needed or did you come in here to admire my ass while I work?”

“Yes.” The Lilin within her rose up and sent a wave of desire in his direction. “I need you. Come to Mama.”

“Excuse m…” Samanya cast out another potent call and his body went rigid. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Rising to his knees and then standing, the hunky labourer turned to face her. He pulled off the black shades and the softly swirling green of his irises forced a sharp inhale of breath into her.

“Relax, Samanya,” he whispered and stepped closer. “Let your Lilin feed. You need what I’m offering. Take it,” his cheek was so close to hers, she could feel his heat, and his tongue flicked along the curve of her ear. “Take me.”

Deprived to near starvation, Sam’s Lilin nature surged and took over. The strange familiarity of his eyes was forced to the back of her mind and Samanya wrapped her arms shamelessly around him. Her breasts pushed against the firm planes of his chest, the hard pebbles of her nipples ached with the need to be caressed.

Hooking her fingers in the hem of his shirt, Sam pulled it over her soon-to-be lover’s head and tossed it aside. Latching her mouth onto the flat disk of his nipple, her tongue flicked out to taste him. Rich, potent, cinnamon flavoured power flooded Samanya’s senses.

“So good,” she murmured against him as she moved to taste more of him. “Never tasted anything like you.”

“I know,” he tugged at her camisole. Sam complied with his unspoken request and her arms rose for him to remove the thin material. Heavy muscles flexed beneath her touch as he tossed her shirt away and then lifted her to sit on the lip of the counter.

Strong, callused hands caressed Samanya’s ribs as the thighs she’d admired earlier wedged between hers. The seam of her jeans pressed deliciously into her swollen pussy and she moaned a plea for more.

“Shh,” he whispered against her throat. “You’ll get what you need. I promise.”

He released the button on her pants and slid the zipper down. Warm fingers brushed over the smooth skin of her mound and Samanya tilted her hips forward as he dipped a digit between her folds. She gripped the heavy muscles of his shoulders and pulled his mouth down to hers in a heated, hungry kiss.

Riled by the heady taste of him, Sam’s Lilin fed until the sharp edge of its hunger eased. Deep, masculine moans and words of encouragement accompanied each heady pulse of energy.

Satisfied for the moment, Sam let go of him and, bracing her heels against the cupboard door, shimmied her pants down her hips. Without further invitation, the denim encasing her legs was yanked off and quickly discarded.

“You’re beautiful,” he moved back between her thighs, the light calluses on his palms rough over her skin as he skimmed his hands up to her waist. Soft material ground against her aroused flesh and Sam pressed harder into it. Moisture flooded her core with each rock of her pelvis.

Arching back, Samanya offered her breasts up to him and his quick acceptance of the bounty on display revved the fire in her belly to fever pitch. His teeth nipped at the soft underside of one heaving globe before the firm point of his tongue flicked over its nipple.

Samanya cried out and gripped his head to keep him in place. Her fingers encountered the baseball cap and she tossed it across the room before sinking knuckle deep into the raven waves of his hair.

“Fuck me,” she whimpered. “Please. Now…”

A rasp of metal on metal and the rustle of fabric as he removed his pants answered her. He stood still for a moment and allowed her to admire the thick, marbled length jutting toward his navel from the trimmed patch of onyx curls at the apex of his thighs.

Faintly luminescent fluid beaded from the tip of his cock and slid down to coat the aroused purplish flesh as he stepped back between her legs.

“You’re one of us… You’re Lilu,” she gasped. Swirling irises, pre-cum glowing with the promise of much needed sustenance and the coarseness of his tongue brought realization crashing down on Sam.  “Who sent you?”

Hard muscle brushed up against the taut peaks of her breasts and Samanya cried out as a bolt of pleasurable pain shot straight to her groin.

“I am,” he smiled seductively and thrust deep inside of her. His forceful entry and the bump of his cock against her cervix propelled Sam closer to the edge. “You’re mother, Lilith, sent me. I’m Rien, consider me a little birthday gift from her.”

Rien - the French word for nothing. Fitting that her mother would send her nothing to celebrate her half-millennial year. Typical Lilith. Too bad her mother hadn’t bothered to inspect the gift prior to sending him.

Legs locked around his waist, Samanya dug her heels into Rien’s backside and forced him deeper. The soft weight of his balls bumped her ass and she met his gaze with her own.

“You don’t feel like nothing,” Sam purred. “There’s definitely a whole lot of something inside of me.”

A large hand cupped the back of her head, pulling her closer to the electric rush flowing from Rien’s body. Soft lips and warm breath caressed her skin as he pressed a kiss to the whorl of her ear.

“Shush,” he whispered. “Feed.”

Rien set a slow, teasing pace. Each thrust of his flesh fed her Lilin and drove Sam wild with lust. Her nails, razor sharp and deadly, scored the wide expanse of his shoulders as Rien’s energy mingled with hers and quenched the hunger she’d neglected far too long.

Delicious heat built in Samanya’s belly and spiralled out to the tips of her fingers and toes. Every flick of his tongue was a tiny rain drop of pleasure spattered on the parched desert plain of her desire. The perfect storm built from a light sprinkle and grew until it culminated in an F5 tornado. It picked her up and threw Sam, screaming and bucking, into the strongest orgasm she’d ever experienced.

The pounding between her thighs grew faster, harder. Sam moaned and her head thrashed against the front of the cupboard behind her. She didn’t think she could survive another orgasm like the last but, instead of a protest what left her mouth was, “Yes… yes. Don’t stop!”

He didn’t. Rien battered the gates of the fortress Sam had built around herself. Thrust by thrust the bricks tumbled down. The final block fell and Rien’s cry of victory mingled with hers as their bodies meshed together in a tangle of arms, legs and torsos.

Limp and replete, Sam clung to Rien as he gathered her against him and sank to the floor. Warmth seeped up into her already heated flesh and she silently thanked herself for having in-floor heating installed beneath the tiles.

Sam rested her cheek against the sweaty bulge of Rien’s pecs and laughed softly. “Remind me later to thank my mother for sending you. You’re the best nothing anyone has ever given me.”

~*~

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Danielle Gavan
Paranormal and Erotic Romance Author
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