“Oh, please,” she began, but she couldn’t finish the thought. Put your mouth around my nipples in turn. Suck on them. Nibble them. Make them yours.
“You’re not the gaffer, young lady,” he responded. She sighed with need and pent-up energy.
A moment later, he’d taken the white skin of her cleavage into his mouth and was gently sucking on it and swirling his tongue over it. When Bobbie hazarded a glance at his face, she saw a strange expression; arousal mixed with… triumph? He knew exactly what this was doing to her. Then, she realized what his plan was. Whenever she told him to do something, he purposely did something else instead. With that in mind, she resolved to stop trying to give him instructions.
He kept teasing her breasts for several more minutes before he finally decided she had behaved well enough to let her have his mouth on her nipples. It felt divine, as he grazed the hard points with his teeth and caressed them with his tongue. She couldn’t help but cry out with desire.
His hand moved south and found her clit. She gasped as electricity coursed through her. Then, he gazed into her eyes with a thoughtful expression on his face, and she smiled encouragingly, before his finger plunged deeply into her pussy and she was lost in a sea of sensation.
“Good girl,” he murmured, then his mouth resumed its attention to her breast and she cried out as the sensations all combined and seemed to make her whole body buzz with an unfamiliar energy. In a sudden rush, she exploded and bucked around him as her muscles clenched and seared with a delicious warmth. She cried out and squeezed her fists by her sides as she floated for a moment in a separate world composed of only her and Sean.
When she came down, she quivered until Sean relinquished her breasts and held her to him.
“Are you ready for my cock, now?”
His words made her giggle. “You could probably park a train in there about now,” she replied with mirth.
“I guess that might be enough room. Possibly.” He hastened out of his clothes at a breakneck speed, and when he removed his underpants, his hard flesh sprang out. Bobbie licked her lips as she drank in the sight. He positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance, and she moaned with need. The residual effects of her orgasm still left her sensitive, and his cock was huge in comparison with her pussy. She felt the skin at her entrance stretching almost to breaking point.
“Relax, lass. Let me in,” he uttered in her ear. She tried, but it was a tight squeeze all the same, and when his lower abs touched her fur, her pussy felt stretched in every direction as the tip of his cock pressed against her cervix. She moaned as he remained still inside her, waiting for her to adjust. It was the first time anyone had refrained from just forcing their way in; in fact, she had rather thought that was the only way to do it, until this moment proved otherwise.
When she was more at ease, he slid back out of her and she immediately felt bereft, but he didn’t leave her like that for long before he thrust back in and she gasped as his head brushed against somewhere magical, before it found its place deeper within her.
He began making love to her at a slow pace, and she was soon comfortable enough to meet his thrusts with ones of her own. She had never needed him more than at this moment. As he held her to him, something new grew inside her; stronger, more satisfying somehow than her first climax, and she knew that when it finally arrived, it was going to feel incredible.
Sean bit down on her neck, filling her with fresh radiance as her core tightened around his huge cock, and she cried out with desire.
“Oh, harder, please!” she uttered before she realized her mistake. He paused inside her, then tutted and shook his head.
“Well it looks like you haven’t learned the lesson, yet, lassie,” he growled. “I’m in control here, not you.” He pulled his cock backwards, and Bobbie had a horrible moment where she worried he was going to stop completely, but he left the tip inside her, tantalizing her as the rest of her sheath ached to feel him within her again. If only she’d kept her mouth closed.
“I’m sorry.” She wondered if there was anything she could do now to get him to go back to what he was doing before. Then she caught her thoughts and shook her head. Trying to get him to do what she wanted was what got her here in the first place. She needed to let go; to relinquish control to him. It was so hard though. Surely she knew what was best for herself, not him.
All the same, she made the effort, and didn’t ask him to go back in deeper again. Instead, she did something she wasn’t very good at: She waited. As though he sensed her internal struggle, and its eventual resolution with her inaction, he began to thrust into her once more and she melted around his hard cock. He pulled back out again, almost all the way, then plunged back into her. She shuddered as her body got wound tighter with desire.
Trying not to demand he go harder, in case he stopped again, she instead focussed on the sensations he elicited. It was freeing, not having to concentrate on what she wanted, and she enjoyed allowing herself to experience this perfect moment.
He pulled out one more time, then pushed back in deeply and ground his hips, pressing against the bundle of nerves inside her pussy that so few men seemed to be aware of, whilst brushing her clitty at the same time. It was her undoing, and very soon her body released the pressure, as wave after wave of pleasure tore through her, making her cry out his name as she writhed beneath him.
As she floated down to reality once more, he increased his pace, gripping her hips tightly as he thrust into her faster, harder, until she knew he was coming apart, then he stiffened, groaned, and she felt his hot liquid shoot straight inside her. She widened her eyes as she realized what that might mean. It wasn’t his problem, though, and she didn’t want an argument right now, so she said nothing.
Afterwards, they lay on the grass once more, and Bobbie stared at the clouds.
“When I was a child, I used to wish I could live on a cloud. I thought I could build a castle up there, that floated around from one continent to the next, going wherever the notion took it. I thought I would have all sorts of adventures, meet so many interesting people, and of course I was a princess so I had to do it all in a flowing pink gown,” Bobbie said.
Sean smiled indulgently at her. “You’ve done a few of those things,” he pointed out.
“Yes, but not the cloud castle. I think I was eight or nine when I read a book about the water cycle and realized that clouds are insubstantial and that one could never live on a cloud, let alone build a castle on it.” She remembered being so disappointed when she’d found out.
“When I was a wee laddie, I wanted to have a pet Loch Ness monster. Children always dream the impossible,” he replied, stroking her arm with his big hand. Bobbie snuggled up to him.
“The Loch Ness monster’s—” she began.
“Let me guess, you found it and it’s now in a zoo in Chihuahua?”
She giggled and shook her head, pretending to take him seriously. “How did you know?”
“Well, it was in all the papers. The Mexican Highland Daily News was all over it.”
They both giggled. “If I ever do find Nessie, I’ll give her only to you,” Bobbie said. And she meant it. “After all, if silly giant snakes can be going around places causing a nuisance of themselves, who’s to say there’s no monsters that live in the bottom of deep lochs?”
* * *
Sean was still slightly dazed from the fact he and Bobbie had managed to make love on the floor of the jungle. Now, he was mostly just picking up the thread of what they were doing as he followed in Bobbie’s wake and tried to stop her from getting killed. He’d never known a woman like her.
“So, why do you act like my father’s lapdog?” Bobbie asked.
Sean was taken aback by the description although he supposed from her point of view it was accurate enough. “You don’t mince words, do you?”
“I try not to mince anything. Bad for the constitution. Go on; was it a gambling debt? Did he save your father’s life in the Boer? I think I would hav
e remembered if he’d taken you in as an orphan.”
“I wasn’t an orphan. My parents only died in the last few years.”
Bobbie paused, and Sean sensed her trying to be sensitive. Unfortunately, she was the sort of girl for whom that didn’t come naturally. “I’m sorry. Was it the war?”
“No, they were too old to be caught up in that. I wasn’t. I was on the front lines when it happened. Unlike in all the stories about gallantry and derring-do, that meant I didn’t know my parents had passed away until about three weeks after the event. The Spanish Influenza of 1917.”
“Goodness. That must have been difficult.”
“I never got to say goodbye.” Sean trailed off, then he was silent as his thoughts swirled around him. The scent of his mother’s baking, and the way he would pinch cupcakes off the wire rack as they cooled in the window as a boy… The reassuring baritone of his father’s voice as he sang and puttered about the garden… The taste of castor oil when he got sick, followed by the best vegetables from the kitchen garden… Their beaming faces, but sad eyes, as they waved him off to war when he enlisted. In all the conversations they’d had about it before he’d gone to fight the Hun, none of them had even considered the possibility that they wouldn’t survive to see the ceasefire, that he’d return to an empty house and an overgrown garden, and never get to hear his father’s voice again. “…I’m sorry. It was seven years ago and we all have to let go of our childhoods eventually, don’t we?”
“I keep trying. Somehow, a rather strong Scotsman keeps dragging me back, kicking and screaming,” Bobbie remarked pointedly.
Sean sighed. She was right, that was exactly what he was doing. Her parents wanted her to never leave the safety of their home, until they could pass her off to a man who would take care of her, as though she were some sort of invalid. “I guess you wouldn’t understand. You take your family for granted. What if you woke up one day, out here in the middle of a foreign country, and they were gone?”
Bobbie blinked and stared into the distance. “Look, I’m sorry you lost your parents, but I’m not going to spend my whole life cooped up in their country pile waiting to marry someone from the local village just so I get to see my mama before she carks it. I do love my parents, but don’t you understand? I have to live my own life. As an adult. Independently. I have to do something fulfilling. I can’t—no, rather, I won’t—live my life in their shadow. I’ve seen it happen to too many girls.”
Sean was thoughtful. “Most girls find fulfilment in flower shows or raising money to help orphans.”
“I’m not most girls. I was raised to lead, to aspire, to be outstanding. By my parents.”
And blast it all if the girl didn’t have a good point. Sean shook his head as the pieces fell into place. “They raised you to be thoroughly modern, to have a sense of adventure, to be precocious…”
“But the moment I turned eighteen they expected me to change into the demure, perfect housewife and wish for marriage. And flower shows.”
Sean cringed. How was any woman supposed to know whether she was coming or going with so many mixed messages? He felt bad for his part in it. And for the fact that he’d just made love to her, when he was sure she’d never want to marry him.
* * *
Catching up with the snake proved difficult. First, it had meandered through the jungle indiscriminately attacking animals, plants, or people that got in its way. Then, it seemed to disappear into a hole in the ground for a while. Bobbie’s irritation was growing, although she didn’t regret that she and Sean had spent time on sex instead of going straight for the serpent.
“I guess the drawback of it having seven heads is that, just when we figure out its pattern, it goes and changes its mind,” Sean grumbled as they searched for any trace of the snake.
“Bother! Why do Scandinavians always leave so much litter?” Bobbie stopped for a moment to disentangle her feet from a discarded newspaper. “Ugh, that’s perverse!” She winced at the double-page spread of Gunnarsson holding up various Cambodian artefacts and looking very pleased with himself.
“Aye, but it’s only the local rag,” Sean soothed. “He’d never get coverage in a real broadsheet without a more substantial story than, ‘Man finds old things in country full of old things.’”
“You’re right.” Bobbie turned her attention to the ground and tried to focus on the task at hand. “Here! A trail!” She pointed to the ground near her feet, where something had swept through the fallen leaves and twigs, leaving a path of dark humus. Sean was at her side in a moment, and they followed the trail. Bobbie laughed aloud as they came into view of the temple from where they’d found the artefact to get rid of the snake.
“We appear to have come full circle.” She shook her head. Her amusement was cut short, however, as they moved closer. The unmistakable sound of screaming came from the temple, then a man ran out of the entrance, looking terrified. It was Gunnarsson, and he held a book.
* * *
“I think that’s the book that tells one how to use the artefacts,” Bobbie whispered.
“So, do you want to ambush him or shall I? I think you could distract him long enough for me to overpower him,” Sean said.
“Or I could hold my gun to his head and demand he hand over the book,” Bobbie countered.
Sean raised an eyebrow then shook his head. “The less said about your gun, the better. No, find another way to distract hi—”
Sean’s words were cut off as the snake glided out of the temple. It appeared to have grown by half a dozen feet since they last saw it, and was moving slightly more slowly.
As Gunnarsson hastily disappeared between some trees, two men grabbed Bobbie and Sean from behind.
Bobbie squeaked then stopped herself. Sean fought the man holding him, and easily got free, but the man was wiry and didn’t know when to quit. Utterly unable to get the man to stay down, Sean watched in horror as the other man dragged Bobbie toward the snake temple.
“If I get eaten by the bloody snake, can you make sure my parents think it was quick and painless?” Bobbie yelled.
“Hey lass, nobody’s gettin’ eaten on my watch!” Sean growled, punching the man in front of him once more then ducking a return blow.
Sean’s stomach clenched as he finally knocked his opponent unconscious. He ran after Bobbie into the temple, but in the maze of passageways within, he couldn’t immediately discern where she had gone.
He wandered around the dark corridors, straining his ears for any sounds, then he heard the unmistakable tone of Bobbie’s voice when she was indignant about something. He hurried in that direction, then stopped abruptly, staring in horror at the scene.
On a stone slab, Bobbie was being tied down by the man who took her. Gunnarsson was reading in another language from the book he’d been holding earlier. Candles cast an eerie glow on the wall and more men were chanting in the background.
It would be an unnerving ancient ritual, except Bobbie was spitting sparks.
“Well, really, Herr Gunnarsson, this is disgraceful.”
“Shut up, woman,” the Scandinavian man growled irritably, clearly not happy at being interrupted whilst reading from his book.
Bobbie, however, ignored him. “First, your henchmen can’t even capture me comprehensively, and then, when they finally got me into this temple—which I’ll have you know wouldn’t have used candles in the original ceremonies—their rope work skills are nothing short of shoddy. Look, I’ve untied myself already!”
“I said—wait, what?” Gunnarsson turned to look at Bobbie, as did Sean. When Sean saw that Bobbie’s ropes were still fastened, he realized she was commanding Gunnarsson’s attention to give Sean a chance to get closer.
He ran in and picked up a tall candlestick, then hit Gunnarsson with it. The man fell but got up again quickly. Sean wrestled with him, but the Scandinavian was surprisingly strong. As Sean tried to overpower him, the snake appeared.
“Sean!” Bobbie shouted. “Be a dear and
untie me before the snake eats me, please!”
“I’m doing my best, lass!” Sean growled, as Gunnarsson banged Sean’s head against the stone ground. The snake came closer, then loud screams chilled Sean’s blood. Although they were clearly the screams of one of Gunnarsson’s henchmen, it galvanized Sean’s will. In an instant, he threw Gunnarsson off him. The man rolled and hit the bottom of the stone altar on which Bobbie was tied. Sean ran to Bobbie and untied her.
“We need to get out of here,” Bobbie said.
“D’you think I’m simple, lass? I ken that!” Sean replied in exasperation. He took Bobbie’s hand and helped her off the stone, then they began to move to the exit, but the snake circled between them and the doorway, before towering over them.
“I hope it’s full from eating that other man,” Bobbie remarked, keeping her voice level. Sean nodded.
“Aye, me too.”
It leaned down and sniffed them. Sean squeezed Bobbie’s hand.
“If we die, there’s no one I’d rather be here with.” When she spoke, Sean’s chest inflated.
“Me too, lass,” he replied with a smile. The snake pulled back with a hiss and moved away.
* * *
“Perhaps it’s full after all,” Bobbie said, as it glided across the room. “Perhaps this is a good time to put it to rest, if we can get that book off Gunnarsson.”
Apparently, it was still hungry, though, because it caught up with Gunnarsson easily, wrapped its body around him while he screamed and tried to crawl free, then leaned down and feasted upon him with all seven heads. Bobbie shuddered and looked away. When Sean grasped her hand and pulled her out of the temple with him, she didn’t resist.
“Does the artefact work without the book?” Sean whispered. Bobbie forced herself to look over her shoulder as they left the temple. The snake was, indeed, devouring the pages.
“Blast!”
“What does that mean? Didn’t the ancient people make… you ken… a copy or something?” Sean’s suggestion was mildly irritating as Bobbie’s heart sank. They stepped out into the sunshine and she stared at the main entrance to the temple, half-expecting the snake to reappear.
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