Chapter 108

Yeah, kids would be nice too - eventually. Right now Marc wanted Aldara all to himself. "Both Dana and Mari retained their original shifting abilities as well as becoming gargoyles. I'd think it would be the same for you."
"Good." She paused to watch him take his shirt off. "I talked to Dana DuMont. She said we should do the conversion tonight. Apparently once she lays hands on you with the ring, the conversion is easier but the magic only lasts a few hours."
"Already conspiring with my friends' wives behind my back, huh?" Chuckling at that notion, he tossed his shirt in the general direction of the chair with their jackets. He was delighted to see that she'd hit it off right away with Mari, Katie and Dana as well as with his parents.
"Of course." Her sweater joined the growing heap of clothing and she toed off her shoes then began to shimmy out of her jeans. "The four of you have had decades to bond. We females have a lot of catching up to do."
"You can plot with them all you want, my love." He drank in the sight of her in just a black cotton bra and panties set. Standing beside his bed, nearly naked and inviting, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. "As long as you're here, in my life and in my bed, you can do anything you damn well please and it won't bother me a bit." He kicked off his sneakers then pushed his jeans down to the floor. Since he hadn't bothered with underwear, his cock sprang free, thick and ready. Obviously it couldn't care less how tired he was. Sometimes it was good to be a guy.
"I'll need to find some kind of career," she warned, though her gaze was riveted on his body as he stepped toward her. She licked her lips and continued. "I don't want to be just a hanger-on."
"Whatever you want," he agreed with a growl. "But can we talk about it tomorrow?"
Her hands reached out and slid across his chest and shoulders to circle his neck as she leaned up into his kiss. "Tomorrow sounds perfect. Maybe even the next day."
"Smart woman," he murmured, swooping down to capture her lips. "Talking can wait. Making love to you can't."
He turned and fell backward onto the bed, drawing her down on top of him without ever letting go of her mouth with his. Reaching behind her back, he unclipped her bra then ran his hands down to slide underneath the stretchy fabric of her panties.
"Mmmmm," she agreed, sitting up astride his stomach to wiggle out of her bra. Then she rose to her knees to tug her panties down before rolling aside to pull them off. "I love you, Marc."
"Love. You. Too." He sat up and rolled her to her back, kissing a line down her spine. After all they'd been through today, his need for her was raw and primitive, and he needed this possession to be just as primal.
It felt like forever since he'd had her, even though it had been less than a day. And this time was different, having admitted that he loved her and knowing she loved him back. He wanted to take it slow, to make this time a memory to last a lifetime, but his body was demanding that he hurry and claim her fully as his own.
"We can do slow later," she urged, as if she were reading his mind. She pulled her knees under her, lifting her ass and wiggling it in invitation. "I need you now!"
"Soon, blackbird." He ran his hands down the smooth skin of her back then his tongue. Her rich, feminine scent filled his nostrils and her taste was subtle and sweet - natural rather than overladen with perfumes or lotions. He nipped the crook of her neck lightly, delighting in her soft moan before he moved lower to taste one sweetly curved ass cheek.
"So lovely," he murmured as he traced her crease with the tip of his tongue. His hands came under her to cup and knead her breasts. They were already taut and swollen. "So responsive." He nipped one of her cheeks. "And all mine."
"All yours," she agreed, arching her back to thrust her pussy closer to his mouth. "Don't tease."
Hungry for more, he licked her from asshole to clit, tasting the rich cream of her juices and reveling in her readiness. Her lips were pink and swollen for him, her clit erect. She was already soaked with desire. He stabbed his tongue into her entrance, teasing the sensitive walls of her channel.
"Now, agape mou, please!" My love, she'd called him in Greek. Marc couldn't resist her plea any more than he could wait himself. If he didn't fuck her now, he was liable to explode all over her skin instead. And while that was fine for another time, tonight he wanted to be buried deep in that sweet little cunt when he came.
"Now, cherie." He leaned back on his knees just enough to align his cock at her entrance then slowly pushed inside, reveling in the feel of her warm, tight channel tenderly gripping his engorged flesh. When he was fully seated, he settled down over her and bit her neck lightly again, letting her feel all the love and need and passion that filled his soul.
Aldara matched each plunge of his penis with an upward pulse of her hips, ensuring maximum penetration on every stroke. The muscles of her pussy clenched around him, holding him tight even while her generous cream eased his movements. Their tongues dueled in the same syncopated rhythm while her hands fisted in the sheets beside her head.
Finally, her breathing quickened to a series of fractured gasps. He felt the tension in her body as she strained for her peak and he thrust harder, deeper, rotating his hips just a little to add another dimension to his strokes. A low moan began deep in Aldara's throat, that rose to a crescendo as her whole body tightened then shattered.
The force of her orgasm gripped his cock like a fist, demanding his release. He pounded into her, unable to breathe, unable to think. His balls drew up close and full with the force of his impending release. Just a few more thrusts - one, two... And then he detonated in a powerful wash of sensation that tingled along his skin and caused all his muscles to clench. He held himself deep inside her welcoming flesh, pouring hot streams of cum into her. The orgasm went on and on until he couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't speak.
Finally drained, he collapsed onto the bed with barely enough strength left to roll aside. If he fell asleep now and woke after daylight, he didn't want to crush her.
"Thank you," she murmured breathlessly, snuggling her ass into his groin. "But weren't we supposed to exchange blood?"
"Merde." He'd forgotten she wanted to be converted tonight. "Tomorrow?"
"No way." She sat up and leaned down to tap his nose with the tip of one finger. "I don't want to wait another day to be fully yours. What do we need to do?"
"Well, first I have to recover enough to see straight." He wasn't sure that was likely to happen any time soon, but he'd give it a try.