Luxuria

by Fuller, James

  “Yes!” He gasped. “I want you!”

  “Do you promise?” She whispered, pressing her cherry red lips against his manhood.

  “Yes I promise,” he groaned, “whatever it takes!”

  “It will be as you wish,” she whispered, climbing on top of him, her tongue circling the head of his cock.

  Josh grinned as she positioned herself atop of him, giving him full view of her round, slender ass and the puckered lips between them. A moan escaped him as the wet warmth of her mouth enshrouded him. She gingerly squeezed his balls every time she filled her mouth with him.

  Feverishly aroused, he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, burying his mouth into her, his tongue trying to mimic the same intensity as her mouth was on him. His thumb massaged her clit as his tongue reached its limits of its length and she ground back against his face.

  Breathing raggedly, he knew he was about to cum already. His hips shifted in release and his groan echoed off the bare walls as she swallowed all he had to offer her.

  Alcina turned herself around and straddle him. Her scarlet hair was messy and wild as she licked her lips, not wanting to miss a drop.

  “I don’t know if I can go any longer.” Josh huffed - he was already exhausted.

  “The healing process has started and must continue until finished.” She placed his softening cock against her pussy and gradually began to run her moist lips along it.

  Watching her petite frame move methodically above him as her hands explored her firm sleek flesh and the caress of her wetness quickly reinvigorated him. He sat up and she pushed herself down onto him, gasping as he filled her.

  Slowly they built a rhythm, their sweaty bodies melding together in a lust-filled entanglement. Josh took a silken, pierced nipple into his mouth and nibbled, his own desires deepening with every sensual moan that escaped her.

  “Harder!” She cried out grabbing a handful of his hair tightly her hips moving faster.

  Josh nibbled harder as he thrust deeper into her trying to keep pace with her.

  “Harder!” She screamed as she began to cum. “I said harder!” She pulled his hair, driving him to bite firmly.

  He did as she commanded and bit down on her stiffened nipple, bordering the threshold of pleasure and pain. She screamed out madly, tightening her legs around him as an orgasm quaked through her, bringing him to his own end again.

  Josh fell back, gasping as utter exhaustion took him.

  Jessica pulled the leather curtain aside and stepped into Dustin’s room, catching him off guard as he washed himself off from the basin of cool water that had been left for him.

  “Damn it Jess!” He hollered, turning away and reaching for his clothes.

  “What do you have to hide anymore? I’ve seen you naked already you know.”

  Dustin stopped his pursuit to dress quickly. “And are you here to see me naked again?” He tone was hopefully.

  “No Dustin, I’m not,” she said flatly. “There’s something weird about this place, don’t you think?”

  He shrugged as he pulled his shirt back on. “Definitely something weird about it - I mean three gorgeous women living in the ruins of an ancient civilization is a bit odd. More so that they seem to have strange healing abilities or something weird like that.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Yes, that is VERY odd wouldn’t you say?”

  “Weird things happen sometimes. We are lucky they were here…Josh didn’t look like he was going to make it much longer.”

  “That’s another thing, he shouldn’t have. We both saw how close to death he was before Mark got back. How the hell is he still alive?”

  “By the grace of God or luck?” Dustin replied. “It’s a good thing he is alive Jess, why do you seem so mad about it?”

  “I’m not mad Dustin, I am worried…confused.” Jessica confessed. “There was something in that water or something that kept Josh alive somehow. It doesn’t make any sense. This place and those women don’t make any sense. I think something is wrong with this place. I’ve got a bad feeling about it.”

  Dustin chuckled. “Just because something doesn’t make sense, doesn’t make it wrong.”

  Jessica scowled at him. “Stop thinking with your dick, Dustin you’re smarter than that. You know what I mean, and you know I am right.”

  He held up his hands in defeat. “There is something weird about this place I’ll grant you that, but I don’t think we have anything to worry about. They seem nice enough, they have offered to help Josh and have even given us somewhere safe and dry to sleep.”

  “I am going to go find out where Josh and Mark are, I want to make sure they are okay. Now, are you coming with me or not?”

  He pulled on his shoes with a sigh. “Of course I am, lead the way.”

  Mark finished drying himself off, glad to finally be clean again. He looked around for his clothes, but they weren’t on the aged wicker chair where he had left them - instead, there was a black cotton robe. He looked around, wondering when someone had come in and replaced them. The thought unnerved him slightly.

  He left the bathing chamber attached to the room he had been given. As he entered the fat white and red candles that lined the ridged walls sprang to life, as if by command. He jumped back defensively his heart pounding in terror as he scanned the room.

  “Apologies if I startled you.” Kassandra’s soft voice floated through the air.

  Mark turned to see she was standing in the doorway in a sheer lace negligee. “How did you do that?” He asked looking from her to the candles in dismay.

  She giggled. “The powers of O Sangue do Morto Dá Vida are many to those who are accepted to receive them.”

  “You have magic then?” He said, though felt foolish for doing so.

  She smiled enchantingly at him, moving into the room, her hips swaying seductively. “Magic is for tricksters and children.” The candles in the room went out, leaving the room in utter darkness for mere moments before springing to life once more. “What we possess is far more divine,” she whispered in his ear behind him.

  He turned startled. “How did you...” He stepped back fearfully.

  “You have no need to have fear of me, I promise you. I have nothing but desirable and promising intent.” She cooed. “You did well by your friend - because of you he will live.”

  Mark swallowed the nervousness back. “He would have done the same for me.”

  “Would he have?” She slowly walked around him, her fingers softly caressing his shoulders and neck. “You are a strong and brave man - not many of you still exist in this world,” she whispered.

  He could feel the warmth of her breath upon his ear and neck. “I... well I am nothing...”

  She pressed a delicate finger against his lips silencing him. “Shhh,” she pulled the string that closed his robe. “Strong men deserve to be rewarded with glorious things.” She slid the silken straps of her nightgown off and it slipped from the ample curves of her body.

  Mark’s heart quickened and his blood stirred as he took in her voluptuous, naked form. No artist in any art form could have crafted or portrayed her true perfection.

  Kassandra took his hands and placed them upon her breasts. “The flesh of my body is yours, to fulfill your sexual desires.”

  Before he could say anything she stepped closer, her silken lips pressed hungrily against his. Their tongues fought passionately and he was sure he had never tasted anything as sweet as her. He pulled her against him, needing to feel her flesh against his own. Her hand found him and he kissed her deeply, as she stroked his growing needs.

  “What do you want of me?” The tip of her tongue ran over his lips.

  Mark felt a primal lust flowing through him as he had never known before and as much as he wanted to question it, he refused to. “Down.”

  “As you wish.”

  He grinned as her bright green eyes looked up at him with waiting zeal. He placed his cock between her large, full tits; she pushed them together, squeezi
ng his manhood. Slowly he began to thrust, watching the head of his cock protrude from between them. The feeling of her smooth creamy skin was staggering and his pace increased. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back so she was looking up at him with intense, lascivious eyes.

  Mark pulled her to her feet as a near maddening desire to be in her overwhelmed him. He picked her up, as if she weighed nothing more than the clothing she had discarded and her long legs wrapped around his waist. Pushing her down onto his throbbing cock, until every inch of him had entered her, she cried out, arching her back as he began to thrust savagely. Her tits bounced hypnotically, only driving his arousal higher.

  He slammed her up against the wall, kissing and nibbling her neck as he took her, harder than he had anyone else before. With each commanding thrust, she cried out in blissful ravishment, her nails digging into his neck as she held on.

  A soft hand grazed his back and he turned to see Callisto, her hand massaging the wetness between her own thighs as she watched them intently.

  “Let us please you together.” Kassandra whispered in his ear and he released her. They led him to the bed of silken pillows that took up one full corner of the room. They pushed him down and began to caress and kiss one another tenderly, seeing the excitement in his eyes grow.

  He could stand it no longer, and pulled the brunette down onto the pillow bed and positioned her on all fours, mounting her like a wild beast lost in the euphoria of the moment. Kassandra moved herself beneath Callisto and opened her legs. She grabbed a handful of Callisto’s hair and buried the brunette’s head in her pussy. Her intense, green eyes never left Mark’s as she moaned pleasurably clutching her breasts in frenzied zeal.

  Mark watched as Callisto delighted the blonde’s mound with her mouth while he gripped her hips firmly and feverishly buried his cock into her. Both of them began to shudder and moan, the sound bringing him to his limit, and he knew he would cum soon.

  He pulled out and stood both women moved eagerly beneath him, their mouths worked voracious upon his throbbing manhood waiting for his cum. The sight of their hungry eyes looking up at him was all he could take. His groan was deep and echoed off the stone walls.

  He staggered back, suddenly exhausted and collapsed onto the pillow bed watching as the two women kissed sensually sharing all that he had given them, before his eyes closed and he slept.

  The decaying city was eerie and dark; all they had were two candles that they had taken from their rooms, making progress slow. Jessica and Dustin moved towards the faint glow that emanated from an overgrown archway in a large alcove. It had been the only light they had seen and hoped to find one of the strange women, so they could find out where their friends had been placed.

  They peered through the unkempt entrance. The lush garden was dimly lit but not by torch lights as they had expected but by the glow of the strange colorful flowers that grew within. The sight was breathtaking and wondrous, nearly making them forget why they had come.

  “Maybe we should just go back to our rooms.” Dustin whispered as he fiddled with the pocket that held his inhaler.

  Jessica ignored him, fingering one of the glowing flowers in awe before waving him to continue.

  They moved their way deeper, hearing the faint murmurs of a delicate voice within. Jess fought the urge to call out, so as not to surprise whomever they might come across, but thought better of it. They slowed their steps as they rounded an outcrop of shrubs, coming to an opening where a large, slow-running fountain resided. They spotted the movement within the fountain’s circular base.

  The radiant, lithe redhead Alcina bathed within the fountain’s marble base. The water poured from the mouth of a large demon’s head onto her naked flesh as she danced and chanted hypnotically in a strange and rhythmic language.

  Dustin stepped closer, a queer expression clear on his face. “That doesn’t look like water,” he muttered looking harder, “its red like...like blood.” He said it louder than he had intended and Alcina spun around.

  Jessica grabbed Dustin and pulled him back behind the bushes. “I don’t think she saw us.”

  “Was that blood?” Dustin whispered his eyes wide as he grabbed his inhaler and took a deep breath.

  “I...I don’t know, maybe...” She stepped out to look around the shrub again and came face to face with petite but dominant frame of Alcina.

  “It is dangerous to be out within the city at night.” She said firmly, almost threateningly. “All manner of beasts and creatures roam the shadows, looking for easy prey.” Her hazel eyes burned brightly, almost as if they glowed.

  “We are sorry for disturbing you. We didn’t mean to spy on you.” Jessica said standing her ground, wondering how the woman had gotten back into her outfit so quickly - she appeared completely dry. “We are just worried about our friends and would like to see them.”

  Alcina leered. “Your friends have been well cared for this night, of that I can promise you.”

  “That is very nice of you to share, but I would still like to see them.”

  Alcina spread her hands out graciously. “Of course, it will be as you wish. Please follow me.”

  Alcina led them through the city; her slender and ample figure drew the duo’s attention with each persuasive step. Dustin had to remind himself repeatedly not to stare, yet within moments his eyes were lost in the smooth sway of her tempting flesh.

  “Can I ask why our friends were put so far from where we are staying?” Jessica finally asked as they were led into the great marble building that seemed to have weather through the ages with little damage.

  “Of course,” Alcina replied not turning back to look at her, “this was the cities healing house. Much of the building was built with Agate, Chiastolite, Epidote and Peridot - all of which provide great healing powers to those within its walls. So it was only natural that we would take him here to be tended.” She stopped in front of an entranceway and pulled back the strings of colorful beads. “Your friend Josh rests soundly within, as promised.”

  Jessica and Dustin both looked and saw Josh sleeping soundly in the middle of the room on a black stone bed. They were both relieved to see his color had improved and was almost back to normal.

  Alcina smiled. “Your friend is strong and will recover quickly. I have done all I can for him.”

  Dustin’s scanned the room for signs of Mark. “Where is Mark?”

  “He sleeps soundly, down the hall.” Callisto said coming to stand beside Alcina. “He grew weary and so we showed him comforts to better suit him for the night.”

  Jessica and Dustin glanced at one another awkwardly not sure of what to do next. Their worry seemed pointless, and both felt a slight pang of shame for their distrust.

  “Thank you for easing our minds.” Dustin finally said.

  “Of course,” Alcina smiled again, “they are blessed to have such caring friends as you.”

  “But the hour grows late,” Callisto said looking out the open window to the night sky, “let me show you back to your rooms, so you too may rest.”

  Jessica and Dustin sat in a fern, flower and vine entangled alabaster terrace which offered cool shade from the already sweltering morning sun. A clay pitcher of flavored water and several polished silver trays of fruits and dried, seasoned meat lay out in front of them. Neither touched the savory looking food as they waited for the arrival of their friends. But neither could deny their thirst and so they drank sparingly.

  “We shouldn’t have come here.” Jessica said looking down into her cup, watching the sliced fruit swirl around together. “We should have gone elsewhere and done something safer…like a warm beach, or a group tour. How stupid we are for coming into the jungle and for what?” She flicked at the silver trays. “The promise of adventure and riches…we are so stupid.”

  “We couldn’t have known Jess…it’s going to be okay you’ll see.” He reassured her trying his hardest to believe it. “And in truth, this does count as an adventure we will remember
.”

  “It’s going to be okay?” She mocked. “We are lost and Josh may very well die because of his wound…tell me how it’s going to be okay?”

  “He won’t die - they said he was recovering well, you heard them last night. He even looked a lot better.”

  Jessica’s brow furrowed. “And what makes you think they know what they are talking about? You think either one of them fashionably dressed woman have been to med school?”

  Dustin shrugged. “Well of course not, I just think...”

  “No you don’t, and that’s the problem.” Jessica countered sternly. “All you see their cleavage, hips and pretty little eyes.”

  Dustin stood from the stone bench, not even hearing her last statement. “Holy shit, no way.”

  “What?” Jessica turned to where he was looking and saw Mark and Josh walking towards them both wearing black cotton slacks and baggy, white linen shirts. “How the hell...” she muttered in absolute disbelief, “impossible!”

  “You two look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.” Josh chuckled, climbing the stairs to the terrace with ease and joining them.

  “This is impossible!” Dustin roared, staring down at the leg that had been wounded. “There’s no way...how?”

  “What did they do to you last night?” Jessica asked.

  “I don’t really know.” Josh admitted with a shrug, as he slapped at the leg that had been damaged. “But it’s as good as new, if not better. Doesn’t even hurt … not even a scar.” He pulled down his pant leg and showed them all.

  Jessica stood from the table. “And you don’t find that at all odd?”

  “I find it very fucking odd,” Josh replied, “but I am not going to argue with the fact that I am still alive and not crippled because of it. So concerned? I am not.”

  “But because of what though?” Dustin asked. “What could possibly have healed you like that?”

  Mark fidgeted with the fruit tray not wanting to make eye contact. “I know what it is.”