The Hard Way (Box Set)

by Stephanie Burke

  “You fit in next to me,” he replied. “And nothing else really matters, Sinopee. You are mine, as I am yours.”

  His words, the certainty in them, caused me to blink back a few tears as they touched my heart. Seeing them, he lowered his head to gently lick the salty droplets away.

  That set off a reaction in my chest that rippled over my body. I wanted him.

  It was easy to dispose of the dress. I tossed it aside, not caring that anyone could venture into this secluded spot. Hell, the thought of getting caught heightened my arousal. I just wanted Luster.

  Groaning, he quickly doffed his boots and pants, and stood before me gloriously naked. His body seemed to shine in the bright light of the mist as I watched him step near.

  “For this time, in this place where you are safe, my Thinker, I am going to fuck you so hard you will never forget your place is with me. And then I am going to love you so that you will always remember.”

  I reached for him, but he backed away, beckoning me with his eyes as he backed into the water itself. “Come to me.”

  I went.

  Chapter Eleven

  Lust disappeared beneath the flowing waters of the waterfall, and eagerly, I followed. As the pink water touched my skin, I let out a gasp of amazement. It was almost thick and had an oily feel to it. And it was very warm.

  I giggled, trying to imagine what he was up to. I stepped through the waterfall and gasped at what I saw.

  Behind the flowing pink waters, there was a smaller cavern, almost like the one in our glade. There, coated in the pink waters, Luster lay back against some pillows and furs.

  “What is this stuff?” I asked, using both hands to pull my wet hair back from my face.

  “Healing waters,” he replied. “They keep the Citadel alive and feed the needs of the plants here. It maintains a balance.”

  “And this place?” I stepped forward, loving the way the odorless waters seemed to cling and bring heat with their very presence.

  “This is the place where I will claim every part of you for my own.”

  Before I could blink, he was beside me, the waters shimmering almost purple as his skin began to take on a faint glow. He placed his hands on my shoulders and applied a gentle pressure until I found myself kneeling, facing the object of my most recent erotic fantasies.

  Luster was built thick. The head of his circumcised penis was leaking pre-cum with his arousal. His ten inches pointed in an almost forty-five degree angle, jutting out from his body like the powerful weapon it was.

  Gently, I wrapped my hand around the base and pulled him low enough to run across my lips. I looked up at him, wide-eyed, wanting to see his every reaction, wanting him to know how much I enjoyed servicing him.

  His purple eyes beamed at me. They seemed to be lit with an inner light that transformed his masculine face into a thing of beauty. He raised his hands to his hair, to push the wet strands behind those pointed ears, and then he smiled at me.

  Grinning back, I stuck out my tongue and ran it along the ridge below the head of his cock, tasting him, the slightly salty, slightly sweet taste that was Lust. His hands burrowed in my hair as he began to feed me his cock. I opened my mouth, covering my teeth with my lips, then almost inhaled his whole length.

  “Gods, Sinopee!” he cried out, and his knees began to shake.

  Still looking up at him, I placed my hands on the firm globes of his ass and pulled him in tighter. Breathing through my nose, I was able to take him deep in my throat for a few moments. I moved my head up and down along his shaft, encouraging his movements as I sought to please him.

  But doing all of this had the desired effect on my body as well. My nipples began to grow hard and my body clenched in arousal. I could feel the warm pink waters heat the core of my being, adding to the moisture my body produced as I turned myself on by having Lust at my control.

  And at my control he was, for any slight motion I made, he automatically adjusted, his eyes telling me that it was my game, for now. I winked at him, then began to swallow, caressing his cock with the strong smooth muscles of my throat.

  Quickly, the lines of power shifted. Lust pulled himself from my mouth and I found myself on my back in the furs. Grinning up at him, I cupped my breasts for him, offering him a taste. His body covered me completely as he spread my legs and made himself a home between them.

  His lips latched onto one nipple. He held it gently between his teeth, laving it with his tongue. Heat rushed through my chest at the small pleasure-pain. His other fingers gently caressed the underside of my breast, gentling me, then his nimble fingers gripped my nipple and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.

  “Lust? What are you doing?” I gasped. Never had he treated my body so roughly.

  I liked it.

  “Taking you places, Sinopee,” he growled. He ground his pelvis into mine, making sure that his hard-on skidded across my throbbing clitoris.

  I arched up into his caresses, loving the feel of his body dominating mine. I ran my hands through his hair, tugging on fistfuls, forcing his head back to my nipple.

  But Lust had other plans.

  Pulling away, he spread my legs wider as he dropped his head between them. Inhaling deeply, he buried his face in my crotch. His hands pushed my thighs wide as he began to feast on me as if I were pure ambrosia. I threw my head back, my hands going to my own breasts, tugging and pulling at the nipples as he excited my body in ways he had never done before.

  The oral incident at the boulder only heightened my feelings for him, served as foreplay for this event. His fingers came into play, running through what pink water was left on my body, then invading the hollow of my needy being. I arched up off the furs and cried out as I felt his fingers, two fingers, penetrate me.

  Pulling his head up, his lips wet with the essence of me, he asked in a low husky voice, “Do you like that?”

  I nodded frantically, wanting only to keep this feeling growing inside of me.

  “Want more?”

  Again I nodded, knowing if I opened my mouth the screams of passion would emerge.

  Quickly he removed his thrusting fingers, replacing them with something considerably larger. The blunt cap of his mushroom-shaped head pressed against me and he lifted my legs around his waist while I waited for the pleasure to begin.

  But he gripped my legs and pulled them higher still, until my heels rested on his shoulders. Then, as he began to sink inside, I felt his fingers tapping at my back door.

  “Lust?” I began, a bit worried, but the sensations I got from that caress sent sparks flying through my system.

  These new sensations, coupled with the feeling of him driving himself deep inside my core, had my senses reeling and my mouth watering. I began to pant as my hands reached for and clutched at his shoulders, digging my nails into his flesh. He growled at the pain.

  “Keep going!” I screamed, never having felt this stimulated before.

  Tangling my hands in his hair, I shuddered at the feel of its silky strands sliding through my fingers. I clenched it tightly in my fists and urged him on. Slowly, his finger pressed against my rosebud, then with a slight sting, it popped through the muscular ring.

  I jumped in shock at the feeling, but his finger stopped moving, and he lowered his head to thrust his tongue deep into my mouth. My eyes, wide from the pain of the new entry, slowly closed and I moaned into his mouth. There were lots of interesting things going on down there now.

  With his finger invading no-man’s-land and his cock thrusting strongly in my cunt, I was almost ready to swoon with pleasure. And the more he moved, the better the feeling got. Soon I was thrusting up, forcing his steely rod deeper into me, then pushing back to let his finger hit nerve endings that had never been touched before.

  “You love this,” he purred as his tongue invaded my ear, making me arch my breasts up into the wall of muscle that made up his chest. “You want me to stop?”

  “No,” I whined, lost in the pleasure, hardly
paying any attention to what he was saying.

  “Then beg me not to stop.” He punctuated his request with a deep thrust.

  “Please, don’t!” I gasped.

  “Say my name.”

  “L-Lust!”

  “Again!”

  “Lust!”

  “Again!”

  “Luster!”

  Hearing that explosion of sound from my throat, Lust bent over me and began to pound into my willing flesh. Harder and faster he moved his cock and his finger, working in tandem to bring me orgasmic delight. The tension in me wound tighter and tighter, and soon I knew that one more sensation would send me over.

  “Come for me,” he hissed. I whimpered as my body stiffened underneath his. “Come on! Come for me!”

  I shuddered, and the world came to a grinding halt. I felt my body arching against his, demanding that one more move, that one final caress that would send me hurtling to the stars over the precipice of infinity.

  “Fucking come!” He slammed home within me one final time, and my world exploded into a sea of red-hot fireworks and deafening explosions.

  “Oh God!” I screamed as my body was wracked with shudders. I bucked so hard underneath him that he had to use his weight to hold me down.

  Vaguely, I was aware of his shout and the feel of his cock growing larger before it too exploded in passion, but I was too far gone, lost in climactic pleasure, to pay it more attention.

  Finally, the waves of release passed and I collapsed under him, the soft furs beneath and his warm hardness above.

  “I love you,” he whispered, so tenderly that tears filled my eyes. “And I will return to you.”

  I closed my eyes, wrapped my arms around his sweating, heaving body, and prayed.

  Chapter Twelve

  Tears ran silently down my cheeks as I watched Luster depart. He did not look back as he made his way to the roots of a large tree.

  Glimmer suddenly appeared at his side. Solemn, she placed her hand beside his. “The tree says that all is clear.”

  I didn’t react. Oh, in normal circumstances, I would have had a million questions for that one comment. But I only saw Luster, my man, leaving to travel into what could very well be his death.

  “Listen to Glow,” Luster said to me. He closed his eyes and his whole person began to glow. The tree shimmered and shook, then suddenly vanished as if it had never been.

  He said that he had displaced it when I asked before. But seeing and hearing about something were two different things. Still, my sadness took precedence over any burning questions that I could ask. My man was still leaving, to save me, to save us both. And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

  “My heart beats for you,” he said. Then he was gone.

  I tried to hold the confident face, the face of the woman watching her warrior go off into battle, the face of the maiden watching her knight battle a dragon. But as soon as he disappeared from view, the smile faded.

  My head dropped, my shoulders drooped, and I was just another woman watching her man go away.

  I sniffled, trying to hold back the torrent of tears that threatened to break free at any second, but the pressure was too much.

  With my sobs echoing through the cavern, I raced toward the area Luster called home, the place where he brought me for safety. Once there, I could give free rein to my tears and cry out all of my grief in privacy.

  My bare feet raced over the soft green grass. Ignoring the shocked faces of the others, I ran to his quarters and threw myself down upon his bed. Big mistake.

  Lying across his bed, I could smell his special scent. In the warmth of his blankets, I could feel him. If I wrapped them around me it almost felt as if he were holding me once again. My body shuddered and my eyes burned with my tears. My heart had broken and nothing would repair the pieces until he was safe in my arms again.

  I never realized when the crying stopped and the ache in my center began.

  All I could think about was Luster. His smile, his lavender eyes, his long flowing hair, his body. Every aspect of his being was being broken down in my mind and the pictures whirled around in my head.

  I loved the way he touched me, the way my body responded to his touch. I shuddered in memory of our times in the enchanted pool, the water flowing over our bodies, the heat of his skin.

  My whimpering became moans as I pictured what he would say to me if he were here right now.

  No, Luster would not say anything. He would take me in his arms and he would ravish the anguish right out of my body. ‘Life is for the living,’ he told me more than once, and as I thought of him, my body came alive.

  I remembered his fevered caresses, the naughty things he would whisper to me, and I began to tingle.

  I ran my hand over my breast and pressed it against the beating in my chest, then gasped that the simple caress would cause so much pleasure when my heart was rent into a thousand pieces.

  If I closed my eyes, surrounded by his scent as I was, I could imagine that it was his hand caressing me. A low moan escaped my throat. Lust would love to see me like this. It would make his purple eyes glimmer and his body harden in an instant.

  Soon, those touches weren’t enough. There was a fire in my blood and it had to be quenched. Even the simple gown I wore was irritating to my skin. I had to have it off! I had to know the feeling of the fur, the Luster-scented fur, caressing my bare skin.

  The gown was gone in a flash and I settled back, pushing my shoulders into the soft warm fur, rolling my head back and forth, luxuriating in these new hedonistic tendencies. Hissing in pleasure, I rolled over, dragging the fur over my back and cocooning myself in the essence of Lust.

  My hands went from rubbing my breast to the now awakened part of me that wept for release. Slowly, I spread my thighs, letting my fingers whisper down until I felt the soft hair of my pubic mound.

  Should I do this? Could I do this?

  Then as my body clenched in remembered delight, I decided that I could. Slowly, I let my fingers explore, brushing lightly over my clitoris, to the blood-engorged lips of my sex. I shuddered at the feeling.

  Instantly I knew what to do to please myself, knew what touch my body needed. No one but Lust had ever played my body like this, and as I thought of him, I knew which caresses would give me the most pleasure, what would remind me of his possession.

  Gently, I outlined the opening to my body, shuddering as fire followed in the wake of my caresses. My lungs fought to bring air to my body. The ragged sound of my breathing, inside the muted world of the fur cocoon, was another turn-on.

  As I lay on my stomach, one hand locked between my legs, the other pulling at my nipples, I felt that something was missing.

  Deciding that I needed more stimulation, I ran the pad of one finger around my hooded clit, pulling back its protective cover to touch the raw essence of me.

  I nearly screamed at the sensation flooding through my body. I bit my lip and began to gently circle, stimulating myself, thoughts of what Lust’s mouth did to this sensitive part of my body egging me on.

  I began to grind into the fur, seeking more stimulation; something was still missing!

  I pulled my hand from my breast, stretched it out under Lust’s pillow, and it struck something hard and round. Pulling it out, I discovered that it was a sheathed dagger with a large, etched cylinder for a hilt. I smiled as I realized what it reminded me of.

  With a large round smooth tip and a thick base, it looked like a cock!

  Inspiration struck. I again closed my eyes and wondered if I should do this thing?

  Then as my body gave one powerful lurch, the decision was made for me. Trembling in fear and longing, I lowered the hilt between my thighs. I rolled the smooth round tip against my clit, and whimpered at its icy coolness, contrasted with my blazing heat.

  But soon it warmed up, took in the temperature of my body as my womanhood bathed it in my hot juices. Harder I pressed it against me, whimpering as the feelings that flew t
hrough me heightened in intensity.

  Finally, with one whimpering sigh, I thrust the hilt home.

  “Oh God!” I cried out as this replacement cock filled me.

  It was not as thick or wide as Lust, but it struck a spot deep within that set my body trembling uncontrollably.

  Again and again I ran it over this spot, heedless of the noise I was making or how my body bathed the hilt in its slick moisture. All I knew was that, short of having Lust deep within me, this was the best feeling I had ever experienced.

  Lying there, I thrust my new toy deeply into me, stroking that spot, mashing my clit with the bones of my wrist.

  Faster and faster I had to move! This was primal. Faster than anything Lust and I shared, different, but so damn erotic that I closed my eyes and let my fantasies run wild.

  There was Lust, between my thighs, his tongue locked on my clit, drinking my juices as if they would give him life. Luster, striding naked and powerful in my direction, grinning as his penis thrust outward. Luster, holding his cock steady as he beckoned to me, calling me over to him so that he could bury his hardness within my softness.

  His finger in my…

  I never completed the thought.

  I screamed as my body exploded around the hilt, clenching at it, setting off more explosions as its hardness caressed the spot over and over during my climax. My body shuddered as my thoughts swirled, mixing fantasy with reality. My body convulsed, sending pleasure shooting through my veins. I closed my eyes and savored each orgasmic clench.

  I groaned. Suddenly I was too sensitive to touch, and I withdrew the hilt to give my body a chance to rest. My breath still heaving, I brought the hilt to my lips for a quick kiss, before I let my new toy lie beside me.

  My body replete and, strangely, my tension eased, I drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Thirteen

  “They have him!”

  “What?”

  I sat up in the warm furs that cradled me, Lust’s dagger still in my hand, and stared at Glimmer.