This definitely had to be the strangest day ever.
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Sonja awoke in the night with a jolt of surprise. A light sheen of sweat covered her skin, sticking her gown to her body. The two strips of the skirt tangled in her legs.
She breathed heavily, her body stirred with hot desire, every inch of her aching to be touched. It was like a fiery, passionate, yearning need that singed every pore, flooded every limb. Her nipples were hard peaks and her pussy dripped with cream, wetter than should’ve been possible.
Pacal had been in her dreams, making love to her. She glanced over at him, peeking at him under the pretense of sleeping. He hadn’t moved. In fact, he’d been the perfect gentleman, not once touching her.
Too bad. She would’ve preferred to have him touching her. Just thinking of her dream made her nipples sting, shooting a trail of lust straight down to her already oversensitive cunt.
What was it he had said? I can only take that which is offered, if you are worried.
Was he waiting for her to offer herself to him? Dare she offer? Maybe she should test him. With a light moan, she pretended to toss in her sleep, moving her leg to touch his. His skin was warm. He didn’t move.
So much for subtle.
She waited what seemed to be an appropriate amount of time before moving closer. Tossing her hand on his chest, she snuggled closer as if seeking warmth. Fire shot through every place their bodies touched. Her pussy was drenched, practically throbbing with need.
This is torture! Come on, Pacal, move.
“Are you trying to offer?” he asked, his voice calm as if he’d been lying awake the whole time, knowing what she was doing.
“Hmm?” she mumbled, still trying to cling to her cover story of being asleep. His chest quaked as if he laughed. Finally, she gave up and asked, “Haven’t you ever heard of letting a woman have her dignity?”
“So you are offering?”
At least his chest stopped moving in laughter. That was something. Sonja sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
“I can only take that which is offered. Until you’re ready to ask me, please stop touching me,” Pacal said. He didn’t move.
Sonja started to draw away from him. It wasn’t easy saying the words aloud. Once spoken, they couldn’t be taken back. They made her desire for him all the more real. It made it impossible to blame her action on sleepiness, or dreams, or…or anything. If she said it, it would make it her desire, her will, her doing.
“Pacal?” she asked, nervous. She kept her hand on his chest. There was something about him, a connection she felt all the way to her core. It’d been there since the first moment she laid eyes on him.
“Yes?” The word was soft, low.
“Do you want me…” she hesitated. Closing her eyes, she managed, “… to offer?”
“You must ask?” He sounded surprised by this.
“Well, I mean, I don’t know you. You wear that mask and—”
“I won’t take it off,” he said instantly, stiffening beneath her palm.
“Oh, no, I wouldn’t ask you to.” He relaxed. She meant it, in a way. She did want to see his face, but part of the eroticism was not seeing his face. “It’s just that, well, I can’t see your expressions so I don’t…”
“Offer if you wish to offer, then you will have my answer,” he said, still not touching her. Was it her imagination, or did his breath catch?
“Pacal, will you make love to me?”
He finally moved, rolling onto his side to face her. “You ask for this?”
“Yes,” she said, nodding. Her breath caught. She kept her hand on his chest. They were close. She looked into his eyes, trying to see him through the mask he wore. He smelled really good, like a man should smell—potent, virile, seductive.
“You ask for love, not sex?” he insisted.
“Well, making love,” Sonja didn’t know what else to say to that. Saying “fuck me” seemed a little harsh, even if that’s what she wanted him to do. “Isn’t it the same thing?”
“Perhaps,” he agreed, before adding, “Yes, I’ll make love with you.”
His jaw tilted down, as he moved his hand beneath her arm to the naked side of her breast. With a gentle sweep of his fingers, he drew his hand down her side to her hip. He moved over the belt, leaving it intact, before drawing his hand around to the bottom curve of her ass cheek.
Sonja’s mouth opened as she gasped for breath. It had been so long since she’d been touched. His warm, rough palms kneaded her flesh, heating her already hot body. She leaned in to him, wanting to kiss him. Running her hand over his arm, she pulled him closer. A soft moan left her as she felt the hard outline of his cock pressing against her stomach. She leaned forward, kissing his neck. He stiffened at the contact.
“Must you wear this robe?” she asked, kissing him again, letting the tip of her tongue flicker over his delicious flesh. Sonja tugged the poncho up, working it with her fingers as she exposed his thighs. “Or is this like the mask, staying put regardless?”
“No,” he chuckled. Pacal sat up, pulling the garment over his head.
Sonja watched his body in the soft firelight. He was gorgeous. Black tattoos wrapped around his biceps, matching a pair of bands around his upper thighs. She touched his leg, finding the tattooed flesh as smooth as the rest of him. His cock stood tall, a veritable weapon in its size as it reached up from his muscled body. Leaning over, she kissed his thigh. “Did these hurt?”
“My marks?” he asked, sounding distracted. “No.”
She kissed him again, flicking her tongue against his hot flesh.
“That feels…”
“Good?” she supplied.
“Yes, but I was going to say strange,” Pacal admitted.
Sonja was surprised by that. “Don’t you kiss?”
“Kiss?”
“Like this.” Sonja ran her hands over his hips, kissing him fully with her opened mouth. She liked the clean taste of him, as she moved her lips up over his naked thighs.
“No, we…my culture…we don’t use our mouths.” He tensed each time her mouth pressed to him.
Sonja grinned. That was just way too much temptation. He really didn’t know what he was missing. She crawled up over him, nestling her legs between his. She spread his legs apart, rubbing his chest with her palms. “Mm, tell me. How do your people make love?”
“We touch,” he said. She leaned over to kiss his nipple. He tensed, not moving until she stopped. “Then we…” She flicked her tongue over his other nipple, wetting it. Again he didn’t speak until she drew away. “…we, ah, join.”
“Mm, so you’ve never been kissed before?” she asked, not really paying attention to her words as she ran her tongue down his stomach. Not an ounce of fat marred his perfect frame. Rimming his navel, she felt him jerk, his muscles going stiff.
“Ah.” Pacal writhed beneath her. His hands glided over her flesh, but he didn’t do more than touch her lightly. “No.”
“Then allow me to pleasure you,” Sonja whispered, feeling empowered.
“You are already pleasing me.” Moving to sit up, he reached for her, but she pushed him in the center of his chest, knocking him down.
“You haven’t felt anything yet.”
Sonja determined to make this an experience he never forgot. She liked knowing she could teach him something new, that she’d be the first to take his cock between her lips. Kissing down his stomach, she settled herself between his legs. His cock was thick, long, and her mouth watered to be so close to it.
She ran her hands over his stomach, massaging down his thighs, between his legs, moving to cup his balls. He groaned, loud and long, as she fondled them. Sonja licked the tip of his penis, already tasting pre-come on it. Progressing slowly, she licked her way down one side, kissing and nibbling as she went. Then, working her way around the base, she nibbled and licked her way back up to the tip.
He clenched the mattress. She moaned softly to let him know she enjoyed
herself. Rolling her tongue, she sucked the blunted tip between her lips. Pacal lurched up on the bed. She pulled off, giving him a look of warning as she pushed him back down.
“Just let me do this,” she urged.
“I would not stop you,” he admitted, hoarse. “Please, continue.”
Sonja giggled, sucking him again between her lips. Animalistic noises left them, primal and raw as she moved. She rolled her tongue along the ridge she found on his cock head. Then, sucking harder, she took it halfway into her mouth, pumping her lips up and down, up and down. She scraped her teeth along the smooth shaft, trying to deep-throat him. He was too big. Using her hand, she stroked his extra length.
Sweat beaded his flesh and she felt him holding back. It only made her suck harder. Her hand found his balls, squeezing and rolling, as a finger slipped behind them to the cleft of his ass. Finding the sensitive flesh she knew to be there, she probed gently. His sac tightened and he bucked off the bed, coming in a long, tasty stream into her mouth.
He shook violently, with a half grunt, half growl. When she’d sucked him dry, she leaned back, provocatively licking her lips. He was breathing heavily, shaking.
“I take it you like kissing?” she teased.
“I have never felt anything like it.”
“You know, men can kiss women as well.”
He tensed. “I can’t take off my mask.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to. I was just letting you know for future reference. That if you ever wanted, you could kiss me…” Sonja ran her hands down her body, brushing her garment aside so she could touch her wet pussy. She didn’t mind the mask, even if it did look daunting in the firelight. She stroked her clit, parting her wet folds. “…right here.”
“You have showed me your way.”
“One of them,” she put forth, grinning.
“Let me give you pleasure in mine.” Pacal sat up. “Undress.”
Sonja looked down, surprised to see he was fully erect, almost appearing larger than the time before. She pulled off the belt, easily sliding her gown over her head. Unable to stop herself, she touched her breasts, massaging the large globes in her palms. It felt wonderful and she moaned.
“Keep touching yourself if it gives you pleasure,” he said. He got off the bed and crossed naked to a low dresser. He took out a bundle and carried it back with him. Sonja eyed it, curious. Pacal took up his belt and threaded it through a loop in the wall, above her head. “Come here.”
Sonja hesitated.
“Come here,” he repeated, holding his hand to her. “I trusted you for your way. You will enjoy this.”
How could she refuse? She moved forward, facing the wall at his urging. She let him tie her wrists so they were trapped close to the wall, but allowing enough room for her hands to brace her weight on the bed. He shifted the bed behind her. She glanced over her shoulder to watch as he unwrapped the bundle. Her thighs were slick with desire and she knew if he didn’t claim her soon she’d die from lust.
To her fascination, and trepidation, he took a large dildo from the cloth and strapped it about his firm waist. Sonja struggled against her binds, pulling to be free. They were secure.
Taking a small container, he dipped his fingers inside and lathered the cream on both his hard cock and the large dildo strapped above it.
“That second one really isn’t necessary,” she said, shaking.
Pacal only laughed. She knew what he planned, knew that it was physically possible to be double stuffed, but she’d never had it done to her. Hell, she’d only tried anal sex once before. Though she’d enjoyed it, it had been a tight squeeze.
Despite her fears, her pussy let loose a large torrent of cream. He came up behind her, reaching around to pinch her nipples. Her back arched in response.
“I like the largeness of your breasts,” he said. She felt his mask brushing up against her shoulder. “They flow out of my hands.”
Pacal continued to touch her, stroking her stomach, her thighs, rubbing the slick pearl buried in her tender folds. With deft precision, he thumped her clit, jolting her entire body with sensations, and his finger drummed a primal beat along the swollen bud. She writhed before him, tugging at her binds. Then he pinched her aching clit, rolling it around until she forgot all about his plans to fuck her with two at once.
“There are many things I would like to do to you,” he admitted. When he drew up, she felt the brush of two blunted tips caressing the back of her thigh. She remembered the thick strap-on set over his even thicker cock.
She expected him to take her body’s entrances one at a time, easing her body to what he planned, and was surprised when she felt both his cock and his strap-on probing her at once. The cream he slathered himself with eased the penetration. He thrust up, moving slowly as he broke open her ass and pussy at the same time.
Sonja cried out, feeling very full. It had been so long since she’d been fucked and now she was getting more than she’d ever bargained for. He pinched her nipples hard, keeping his fingers clamped on the sensitive tips. She convulsed, pushing him deeper without meaning to.
“Ah, yes,” he growled along her neck. “That’s it. You’re easing up. Break yourself open on me. Keep taking them in until you get it all.”
Sonja was far from being virginal, but that’s how she felt. Never had she had a cock so big—in either hole. The pressure felt good and she couldn’t help but push back for more. The dildo was firm, yet rubbery, as it parted her ass cheeks wide. When she felt herself getting close, he thrust, seating himself to the hilt.
Sonja gasped in delight, becoming mindless. Pulling against her restraints, she moved on him, taking shallow thrusts at first as she got used to his size. Pacal let her fuck him, let her set the pace, as he tweaked her nipples.
Only after her body had eased to accept what he was doing did he pump his hips. It felt so good, even as she felt like she was being ripped apart. She tensed, coming swiftly to a tremulous release.
Pacal groaned, releasing his seed inside her body. The cool mask bumped her shoulder, scraping her skin with its rougher surface, as he laid his forehead along her neck. Instantly, he reached to release her hands, pulling the cocks from her body. Sonja fell to the bed in a weak and trembling mass.
Okay, his way is better than mine.
Chapter Three
Sonja had no problem sleeping after being so thoroughly fucked by Pacal. The next morning, when she awoke, she was alone in his room. It was still dim, the fire the only light. Her body twitched in protest as she tried to move. Grinning with the memory, she knew she’d probably be walking funny this morning. Her gut twinged.
Correction. I’ll be walking funny for at least a week. Bless you, Simon, Pacal more than makes up for the bugs.
Fresh clothes were laid out on the end of the bed, next to a tray of food. She took a bite of the fresh fruit as she dressed. Her outfit this morning was the same as the night before, only there was a jacket-like robe to go over the gown. The jacket covered her sides from view. After breakfast, she went to her pack. The letter was still there. She picked it up and slid it into her gown, using the belt to keep it secure against her hip.
It wasn’t too hard to find her way to the main stone chamber. She expected to find some remnants of a party the night before. There was nothing. Pacal wasn’t even there. Walking outside, she looked for him. The blue Grafowk was perched outside. She began to stretch when it flew and landed on her forearm.
“Why hello, friend,” she said, giggling in surprise. “I’m sorry. I don’t have any food today.”
The bird didn’t seem to mind. He walked his way up her arm to perch on her shoulder. She walked over the platform outside, refusing to go down the long row of steps. If she went down, she’d only have to walk back up and her body was too sore from Pacal’s penetrating touch to make the trip.
She moved around the pyramid, looking down over the abandoned village. There weren’t signs of anyone, just abandoned buildings, statues and carvings.
“He’s taken to you.”
Sonja turned, almost feeling shy. Pacal was behind her. She wished she could see his face to know if he smiled at her.
“I was looking for you,” she admitted.
“Were you? I was with the others. I told them of your visit.” Pacal looked at the bird. He again wore the headdress. The bird squawked and flew away.
“You did?” Sonja blushed. “What did you say?”
“That you have come with a message,” he said. “And that you offered to make love to me.”
“Oh.” Sonja wanted to throw herself off the side of the temple. He said it so matter-of-fact.
“They were happy.”
Great. They’re happy you’re getting laid.
“Oh,” she said again, unable to think of anything better.
“Are you hungry? They have brought food.” Pacal reached his hand as if to touch her. He held back, hand suspended in air.
“They’re waiting? Inside?”
Oh, how embarrassing!
Hi, everyone, I’m the slut who slept with your temple guy on the first night. How ya doin’?
“Yes, they are always inside,” he said. “Only I come out.”
“Am I to meet them?”
“No, but perhaps someday.”
Sonja didn’t take his hand. She wondered if he was a little crazy. Maybe he’d been isolated for so long he was seeing imaginary people. Her stomach knotted.
Okay, the more she thought about it, the more she began to think that maybe he was crazy. He did wear a mask around all the time and never left the temple. Maybe he killed everyone and their dead bodies were stuffed like dolls, which he moved around and talked to. The place did look abandoned and she’d yet to hear anyone.
When she looked at him, she didn’t get that sicko vibe off him. But, well, her RLS-69 training did say she was going to be dealing with dangerous life and death situations. She should be very careful with this one.
“No,” she said answering his earlier question. “I’m not hungry. I ate the tray of fruit in your room.”
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