Shades of Pink

by 33 authors

  Laura rolled her hips forward, pressing against his warmth, wanting him. She instinctively wrapped her fingers around his shaft. A heavy growl from Rowtag encouraged her to stroke. She tightened her grip and massaged rhythmically, encouraging his kisses. He continued to squeeze her breasts. Bountiful pale breasts topped with hard, bright pink nipples against his bronze skin, was a contrast of stark erotic beauty.

  * * *

  Rowtag couldn’t stop himself. He lifted Laura out of the water and carried her to a flat, worn rock close enough to the waterfall that its spray misted their skin.

  “So much I want to give. So much I want to take.”

  As she lay back, Rowtag parted her knees and nibbled a slow path along the inside of her thigh until he reached her rosy pink center. He tasted her slit slowly, letting her bask in his attention. The tip of his tongue circled around the tiny pink knot, teasing it forth. Taking his time, he circled around the small hardening nub, measuring her breaths, waiting for her readiness.

  “Oh … take me!”

  “If it pleases you.” His mouth still touching her skin, his words rumbled against her sensitive flesh.

  “Yes, it pleases me very much.” She groaned, tightening her thighs against his temples.

  Rowtag slid his tongue inside her well, tasting her nectar, flicking and sucking her soft petals.

  She gripped his shoulders. “Oh … yes ...”

  Sliding his tongue in and out, he enjoyed the way her fingers gripped his hair to pull him closer. Rowtag flicked and sucked, inciting her passion. Laura’s impassioned moans filled the air. She closed her eyes, grabbed his hair, and let the riotous waves of ecstasy roll through her body. He waited for her to calm then rose up, holding himself against her slick opening. As she parted her thighs to him, Rowtag climbed up and hovered, taking a moment to just look at her. Bracing himself with both hands on the rock, he moved his hips forward, sliding his cock into Laura’s wet opening.

  Laura reached for his neck as he filled her and pulled his mouth down to hers, holding him still for just a moment. “I have waited so long for you. For this moment to happen. I will be the mother of your people’s children, but I want to belong to you. You saved me, so I will save them.”

  The words that spilled from her lips lifted the corner of Rowtag’s mouth. He brushed a long strand of bright red hair from her brow. Her destiny might lie with his people, but she chose to lay with him. His heart swelled, his cock hardened. He kissed her with as much love and passion as he had within him. When he felt her legs wrap around his waist, he thought he would die. He wanted to please her, to give himself to her too, and now as her thighs tightened around him, he could. Thrust for thrust, she met him. Her pants against his ear made his nipples hard and he groaned. He did save her, and he would continue to protect her and the babe she brought with her. Rowtag seized her lips, grabbed one of her round breasts and squeezed as he thrust into her, the mother of all children; his woman. He felt her thighs tighten and her back arched. When her cries filled his ears, he thrust harder, faster. The hot, wet friction made him clench his jaw as her contracting muscles drew the seed out of him, spasm after spasm.

  * * *

  “That is a very long way down.” Laura said while taking in the view and catching her breath. The height made her more than a little dizzy. Rowtag took Ethan in one arm and pulled Laura back from the cliff’s edge.

  “Yes. Down there…” he agreed and then pointed down into the wooded canyon toward the river snaking its way through the forest. “I have canoe waiting. We take for one day and then home.” The flash of his white teeth made her heart flutter. She was a little nervous about meeting his people, but excited. It was to be her home, and Ethan’s too. Rowtag pulled her close and drew her lips to his. It still amazed her how openly he showed affection. She received his lips with a few extra kisses of her own and the dizziness evaporated, though she felt more out of breath now. Their passion didn’t go beyond a few well-placed strokes and squeezes. Ethan’s whimpering signaled his own, more important need.

  Rowtag found a place for Laura to sit comfortably while she fed the baby. “I go get food, too.” From his pouch he pulled a cloth of rabbit meat from their earlier lunch. Laura nibbled as she waited for his return.

  Ethan burped and then she switched him to her other breast, his silver blue eyes looking into hers. She was eternally grateful for the baby’s mother, Mary. For making Henry swear that he would keep bringing Ethan to her, even after the poor woman died. This beautiful, trusting baby at her breast would have died without her. They both would have. She rubbed the top of his downy covered head with her thumb as she fell in love with him again. No sickness was left in his body and he was bigger now, growing stronger. The sound of something rustling in the brush made Laura look up. She smiled, overjoyed with motherhood and love, expecting to see Rowtag, in all his strength and beauty, proudly bringing them food. But what she saw made her blood run cold. Henry, bedraggled and hunched over, supported himself with the long wooden handle of a billhook. Hair clung to the sides of his ashen face by a greasy, dripping sweat and his breathing was so harsh it sounded as though his lungs were full of water.

  Laura jumped to her feet, clutching Ethan tightly in her arms. Her heart hammered in her ears as she cried out, “Rowtag! Rowtag!” It hurt her throat to scream and Ethan was startled by the sudden outburst and he began to cry high-pitched frightened wails.

  The sickness had left Henry nothing more than the shape of a man slowly wasting away, but his strength surprised Laura. He walked, though not as agile as she remembered him being, right toward her; his eyes red, watery and swollen. He raised the billhook before Laura could think of moving. He held it up, directly in front of her face. “Devil’s whore!”

  He coughed violently, spat whatever he’d brought up, but the billhook stayed firm. “Give him to me! That is not your child, demon! Give him to me, now! Release him… from your… bitch-claws…” Henry slashed at her with the billhook and Laura screamed, causing Ethan to emit another strand of shrill cries. The sound of her son’s fear ignited something within Laura’s stomach that she hadn’t ever felt before. Though it churned with fear; rage, powerful and ice-cold began to push its way forth, and she stared Henry down. His sickly eyes were heavy but unblinking.

  “No! Ethan is my son, mine! Your sister gave him to me.”

  “Don’t you dare… speak of her! You witch, you…” Henry wheezed uncontrollably and lunged again with the billhook. Laura barely had time to see it coming before she sidestepped with a yelp. Henry lunged again, the consumption chewing at his lungs without mercy. His movements were unpredictable and Laura screamed, barely evading the swish of the sharp hooked blade. Her thin legs felt rubbery and weak from hiking all day; she hadn’t the strength to run. So she tried another tactic. She softened her voice, tried to sound sweet, kind.

  “Mary told you to give him to me, Henry. Remember? You promised, so I could make him better…”

  “Yes!” Henry snarled a wet, raspy growl. “And now… now it is my turn! I’ve suffered long enough!” He looked around then asked, “Where is your savage? No matter, he’s not here and you are coming back with me. ”

  Deep hacking coughs erupted and Henry nearly doubled over. The billhook’s blade began to lower, but just as Laura tried to move, Henry raised it up, closer. He advanced, staggering step after staggering step. The metal blade pointed directly at Laura’s chest. Panic set in her bones. Try to run! She thought. Henry’s condition was worse than his sister’s had been, but anger kept his blood pumping. Laura swallowed. Her decision was made. As she watched the long blade rise up, and the spittle drip from Henry’s lax bottom lip, she decided that she would wait for the blade to reach the apex of its ascension, and then run like hell, as fast as her withered legs would carry her.

  But then she heard something, footsteps, running footsteps! Her warrior was running through the forest, once again to save them. The blade of the billhook rose, twigs crunched, her heart
thumped louder and louder and her arms felt loose. Hurry! The voice in her head screamed. Henry’s face twisted into a smile and with a hysterical squeal, he tightened his frail shoulders, lifted his arms above his head and in a great chopping motion, forced the billhook down. Rowtag, tore into the clearing, his arms raised, black silky hair flying behind him. He blocked the wooden handle with his forearms before the blade could reach Laura and Ethan. She screamed, curled over her son protectively and then darted behind a large maple.

  “Go!” Rowtag yanked the billhook from Henry’s grasp. “Go!” he shouted again, throwing his arms up as though scaring off an adolescent bear. “Go!” Rowtag flung the billhook behind him, advancing on Henry as he shouted, brandishing his hunting knife and slicing it through the air. “Go!” Rowtag’s voice vibrated through the forest. Henry backpedaled in shock, crossed his arms defensively in front of his face, coughing. His face was slick, his mouth dripping with spittle. Rowtag wouldn’t back down and Henry didn’t notice the cliff at his back. When his heel found no ground beneath it, Henry’s arms swam through the air. Rowtag tried to grab the man’s flailing arms but they were too sweat-slicked. Gravity pulled with an apathetic yank, and Henry went sailing down, over the edge into the gorge far below.

  Tears streamed down Laura’s face. She emerged from behind the tree sobbing, with Ethan still in her arms. She’d never seen anything so suddenly final in all her life and she just wanted Rowtag to hold her in his fearless, loving arms and kiss her fright away. Even when the Examiners hung the witches, there had been an examination, a preparation.

  As she stepped forward, another rustling came from the brush. Rowtag stood at the cliff’s edge and he’d just glanced over his shoulder to look down, maybe to offer a peaceful death to the man that had fallen, when another man stepped from the bushes. Instinct instantly brought rage flooding back through Laura’s blood; she would protect her son. She reached down with her free hand, picked up the billhook and jabbed it in the air, screaming at the top of her lungs. She bared her teeth and stabbed at the air like a feral woman. Stampeding toward the second man that dared threaten their lives, Laura’s red hair streamed behind her like fire, her eyes were wet with tears, her breasts swayed heavily as her feet hit the ground. The pendulum motion hardened her bright pink nipples and milk flowed from them, soaking her chest and stomach.

  Samuel’s eyes opened wide as she neared. This wild witch-woman running at him with an infant in her arms was too much. A hellion mother bent on murder. Samuel dropped his own billhook. His reed hat flew off his head as he ran.

  * * *

  Rowtag stood at the sound of the drums and a hush fell over The People. Laura rose next. All eyes were on her. A short elderly man with faded black tattoos decorating his smiling face, shoulders and chest approached Laura. In a gnarled hand he held an intricately carved ceremonial bowl. With one leathery, knotted finger he drew a dark pink circle around each of Laura’s breasts, then exchanged bowls for a new color. He used two fingers and painted a wide black stipe down Rowtag’s chest all the way to the top of his loin cloth. Rowtag bowed to the Shaman and took Laura’s hand in his. She didn’t understand the words the old Shaman used, but she understood their meaning. This was their mating ceremony and Rowtag was claiming her as his own. And The People called her Mother.

  Every member of the village stood in attendance. The young and the old. Rowtag guided Laura to a circle of white stones, the women clustered at her feet. Rowtag took Ethan as Laura accepted the first infant brought by its mother. She inclined her head, honoring the babe’s mother and then allowed the infant to suckle from her breast. Tears leaked from the corner of the young woman’s eyes. The next mother brought her son, the next, another son, and then the next a daughter. Laura suckled every infant in the village and then Rowtag placed Ethan back into her arms. Together they bowed to The People and the smiling Shaman, and then left to their new tent as the festivities carried on.

  * * *

  “I like no top covered.” Rowtag had placed Ethan in his new bed, soundly asleep and was currently busying himself with untying Laura’s new buckskin skirt. He pulled it down over her hips, trailing kisses along the way. The women of the village believed that Laura, upon her arrival, had intentionally worn only a long skirt, leaving her breasts exposed as a symbol of her status. As a result, when they made clothing for her, nothing came with a top. Until the weather grew cooler, Laura didn’t think she would mind just wearing a skirt.

  Rowtag drew a hard pink nipple into his mouth and then flicked it with his tongue. Laura moaned and guided his lips and teeth to her other eagerly waiting nipple.

  “I’ve noticed. I like it too.” She reached up and draped her arms around his neck. Rowtag hiked Laura’s leg over his hip and pressed his heavy cock against her slit. He brushed the tip between her slick lips and then eased himself inside with a slow, forward thrust. With a sigh, Laura pulled his neck down until their lips met. She let her fingers tangle in his long black hair, let her hands slide over his muscular shoulders as he filled her.

  Rowtag thrust, slow and deep and Laura closed her eyes. She felt herself climbing again and held on. She locked her ankles and tightened her thighs. She kissed the man from her dreams, this warrior who was now her husband, while climbing toward ecstasy. She’d finally found a place to call home. Destiny had been harsh and unforgiving, sometimes cruel, but it had brought her home at last.

  ~~~

  Rose Caraway is a native Northern Californian writer, narrator and podcaster on the hit shows, “The Kiss Me Quick’s” and “The Sexy Librarian” erotica podcasts. She has written countless short stories and although her specialty is erotic fiction/nonfiction, she also has a passion for writing suspense, fantasy and romance. In addition to writing, Rose’s other passion revolves around narrating other writer’s works. She has professionally narrated a variety of stories from many of today’s most prominent and respected erotica authors.

  To contact Rose Caraway go to her website: http://www.thekissmequicks.com

  A SINGLE PINK ROSE

  JJ Ellis

  Olivia feels completely lost at the end of her vacation to the coast of Oregon. The life plan she never strays from suddenly seems overwhelming. Never having seen Olivia this sad, Alex decides he must come up with a plan to make her smile again. Can he do it?

  ~~~

  Olivia Mannon sat on the soft sand of a beach along the rocky Oregon coastline. The summer had been a rainy one and she didn’t mind one bit, the rain calmed her somehow. She couldn’t really put it into words, she just loved it.

  On this late summer day the clouds had been clearing since noon and the early evening was turning cool. Olivia wrapped her sweater tighter around her body and stared out at the horizon. This would be her last Oregon sunset. A tear made its way down her cheek and she brushed it away. Why on earth was she crying? She was headed home in the morning. Her perfect life waited, untouched, for her to continue where she left off. She had a new internship starting in an upscale restaurant, her junior year of college lay ahead of her, and her large family was eager to see her. She shouldn’t be so sad to leave.

  Olivia stood and walked closer to the water. Her boyfriend, Alex Paige, came up behind her to rest his hands on her shoulders. They stood together for a moment, looking out at the waves pulsing inland, contemplating that the time in their own little paradise was about to come to an end.

  “Alex.”

  “Yeah Doll?” He pulled her close and wrapped his arms tightly around her. “What’s wrong?”

  “I can’t bear the thought of leaving here.” Tears clouded her eyes.

  “There’s no reason to be sad,” he whispered. “We’ll still be together and your family will be so happy to see you, especially your twin. I don’t think Jackson is used to having you gone for so long.

  Olivia nodded and turned to lean her cheek against his chest. “I know,” she mumbled. “I really do miss my family, but the thought of going back to the heat, the new internship,
and a new school year just makes me want to scream.”

  “If you don’t want to do the internship, then don’t. You still have enough time to make it up. Take a semester off or get a job you’d like better.”

  “I can’t do that, Alex. I want to own a restaurant someday and I need experience in every aspect of the field, which means multiple internships. Besides, I don’t really hate what I will be doing. I don’t know why, but it’s just…I don’t know, I guess I just feel like if I go back I might suffocate.”

  “I’m sorry love, I know that feeling well.” With one finger he lifted her chin and searched her eyes. “Together we can do anything, including going back to our old lives. I promise.”

  “I want to believe you Alex, but I just don’t know. For once in my life I feel completely confused.” She chuckled. “I don’t like it!”

  He pulled her close and kissed her, hoping it would take some of her pain and confusion away but knowing it probably wouldn’t. The heart wanted what it wanted, no matter how wrong the brain told her it was. “Come on, let’s head back to the house, we need to pack.”

  Olivia followed him, almost blindly, as tears clouded her eyes again. What was wrong with her? She had a great life that she was building for herself and it was very important that she have that stability and some sort of peace of mind. Her current course was taking her exactly where she wanted to be; it wouldn’t be easy, but with hard work her life would be perfect. But right that minute, all she wanted to do was stay in Oregon with Alex. She had no job and no school, but she had ocean breezes, nights of passion and the most beautiful, fiery sunsets she’d ever seen. It was ridiculous to think that in the matter of two weeks she’d developed a desire to change her whole life plan.