by Aubrey Ross
As he neared the hammock, he slid his palm up the back of her leg, from ankle to thigh in one smooth motion. “Lie down and relax. This may feel odd, but you’ll thank me for it later.”
She concentrated on his touch. His warm hands skimmed her hips, her thighs. Corry shivered. Her skin tingled and her pussy tightened. Would it always be like this with him, just a few caresses and her senses caught fire? He rubbed her bottom, easing her cheeks apart.
“Spread your legs and push up just a little,” he coaxed her in a gentle tone.
As she adjusted her position, moist air wafted across her folds and the puckered hole he exposed. This was so—decadent. Corry tried not to squirm, to accept the new sensations, the gentle stimulation, but part of her demanded she resist.
Marri certainly hadn’t minded being entered there. She’d moaned and arched as Fyn thrust his finger in and out of her tight hole.
A cool, slick object circled her anus. Corry jerked back.
“Easy. You’re going to have to accept a lot more than this in a few hours.” One of his hands slipped beneath her, cupping her smooth mound. “Oh yes.” His fingers splayed, stroked and rubbed. “This is why I was going to shave you on the schooner. You are so incredibly soft.”
His gentle caress distracted her as he inserted the unseen object. Her body stretched, burned and surrendered to the firm pressure.
She relaxed as his hands resumed their tender massage. “I think I’m addicted to your skin,” he muttered. “I’ll never get tired of touching you.”
“And I’ll never get tired of being touched by you.”
“Turn over,” he urged after a short pause.
“You’re going to leave it there?” Her voice cracked, revealing her anxiety. It felt strange, alien, yet undeniably arousing.
“For a while.” He helped her shift onto her back. “Then you’re going to take a bigger one and a bigger one. We’re going to do everything we can so tonight doesn’t hurt.” His dark gaze caressed her body with obvious appreciation. She was moved by the combination of fierce passion and tenderness. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”
His jutting cock tented the front of his ridiculous skirt-like garment. Corry smiled and stretched, her gaze locked with his. She tightened her muscles around the butt plug. Sensation curled toward her spine. She needed to rock and thrust—and grind!
“Driving you crazy?” he asked.
“How could you tell?”
“You’re so wet you’re creaming your inner thighs.”
Sexual power surged through her, making her brazen and wild. She lowered her lashes and smiled. Moving her legs to either side of the hammock, she parted her thighs in silent invitation.
Ashton trembled as she spread herself before him. God, she was a feast for the eyes. Her long, slender arms curved up and over her head, dark hair spilled around her shoulders. High, round breasts thrust toward him as she arched her back. Her belly looked soft, her navel begged for his tongue. And her pussy. Dusky, rose-hued petals peeked out between her smooth outer lips. Pearly cream glistened on her folds and pooled around the ring of the butt plug.
“Are you just going to stare?” She shifted restlessly, licking her lips.
“If I touch you intimately, I’ll have to be re-purified.”
She moaned, closing her eyes. “Then why did you have me turn over?”
“So I could watch you touch yourself.”
A violent tremor shook her slender frame. “Will that compromise my purification?” She didn’t open her eyes.
“I don’t think so, but you might be quiet just in case.”
She cupped her breast with one hand and moved the other between her legs. Her fingers stroked, learning the satiny texture of her newly hairless mound. He understood the fascination. He wanted to follow her fingers with his tongue!
“Tell me what you feel,” he coaxed.
“I feel… I need you here.” She angled her hand and pushed her two middle fingers into her core. For a moment, she paused. Her body shook as longing pulsed through her lust, adding a bittersweet edge to her desire.
Ashton’s legs trembled beneath him. His heart demanded he satisfy her longing just as powerfully as his cock ached to fill her empty cunt. Soothe her, cherish her, love her, some inner voice called out to him.
Parting her folds with one hand, she pulled her fingers out and found her clit. Rocking her hips, she circled and rubbed, flicked and pressed. His gaze followed every movement.
“Oh.” Her speed increased and he focused on her face. Her cheeks flushed, her neck arched and her lips parted. She’d never looked more beautiful, more desirable. Last night was bad enough, but Lutton had to enter her body… They were obligated to see this through. Still, the fist around Ashton’s heart refused to release. Why did he feel so protective, so possessive?
Corry moaned and her back arched off the hammock. He smiled. She tended to be vocal when she came. That may have been as close to quiet as she had ever been.
“Feel better?”
Moving her hands to her belly, she sighed. “Not as better as I’d be if you crawled up here with me.”
“That’s not why I’m here.” He reinforced his determination with a deep breath. Nothing would cause her pain. He reached for the pouch he’d placed on the floor earlier. “Turn over, sweetheart. Let’s finish getting you ready for tonight.”
* * * * *
Moonlight bathed the Cliffs of Enarre. Corry stood between Ashton and Lutton while the chief blessed the Celebration of Life. The distinct rhythm of drums and a trilling flute emanated from the darkness, but the musicians were nowhere in sight.
The tribe elders stood near the waterfalls, waiting for the ceremony to begin. They’d watch from the shadows again. Corry pushed the disquieting thought from her mind and focused on the setting. A balmy breeze caressed her face, fragrant with firmine flowers and verdant grass. Countless stars twinkling high above them reflected on the rippling pool.
The chief finished his blessing and the elders followed him into the surrounding jungle.
Heart pounding, mouth dry, Corry wondered how they would begin. She didn’t know the choreography for this particular dance.
“Sight,” Lutton reminded them. “We must celebrate each of our senses. Appreciate the magnificence of the Deity’s creation.” He untied his simple garment and tossed it aside, standing before them naked.
Corry looked at him, acknowledging the masculine beauty of his strong, young body. Ashton followed suit and her heart leapt in greedy response. Lutton’s tall, youthful frame hinted at a strength and virility not yet realized. Ashton was a man in his prime. Rippling muscles and predatory grace combined with devastating effect.
Lutton’s body was smooth and copper-tinted from long hours in the hot, tropical sun. His cock arched away from his body, long and hard. Shifting her gaze back to Ashton, she continued the unavoidable comparison. She wasn’t sure how much of his size was created by his pleasure implants, but his cock made her nipples tighten and her core pulse. She couldn’t wait to feel him deep inside her again.
“Your turn, sweetheart.” Ashton encouraged her with a lazy smile.
She untied her skirt and dropped it to the grass at her feet. Her lack of body hair made her feel exposed, somehow more naked. The men returned her assessing stare, examining her shape as thoroughly as she had studied theirs.
“We shall offer cries of joy as we pleasure each other with touch.” Lutton guided one of her hands to each of their cocks and raised his face to the moonlit sky.
They enjoyed her firm strokes for only a moment before Ashton brushed his mouth over hers. Lutton leaned in as Ashton pulled away. She parted her lips and allowed Lutton’s tongue into her mouth. His taste was different than Ashton’s. Not better, just exotic. A soft growl escaped Ashton as Lutton’s kiss went on and on. Ashton caressed her breasts and rolled her nipples while he waited for Lutton to release her mouth.
Lutton caught her wrist then turned her toward Ashton, h
is hands warm upon her bare shoulders. “Kiss. Show the Deity you are glad to be alive.”
Ashton framed her face with his hands, his gaze intent upon her face. “I am glad to be alive, and I’m grateful.”
Warm and tender, Ashton’s lips brushed hers. Shivers danced down her spine. Corry returned his kiss with equal caring, communicating her gratitude. Lutton cupped her breasts, pressing his body against her back. She clutched Ashton’s shoulders, restless, uneasy.
Look at me. If you’re frightened, think only of me.
Corry relaxed against him. I’m not afraid. Tilting his head, he ventured between her lips with his tongue. His taste was familiar and comforting. She snuggled into Ashton’s heat, but Lutton lightly restrained her, rolling her nipples and rubbing his cock against the small of her back.
Releasing one breast, Lutton lifted her hair and pressed his mouth against the curve of her shoulder. His tongue swirled and his lips sucked. Tingling heat erupted deep in her belly and her nipples ached. He was a little hard to ignore. Her body certainly had no problem with his participation.
“Suck on her, my brother. Draw passion’s cry from her lips.”
Lutton pulled her arms behind her back and thrust her breasts forward, just as Fyn had done with Marri. Corry instinctively resisted, but Lutton’s hold was firm. She shivered and her pulse sped. How could helplessness feel so empowering? Ashton stroked her breasts, teasing her already-hardened nipples. His eyes gleamed with passion and demand. He was really into this!
“Cry out for us, sweetheart. Let the Deity hear your pleasure.” Ashton’s voice was a throaty purr.
Rolling one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, Ashton drew the other deeply into his mouth. Corry groaned. He sucked harder, applied more pressure with his fingers. Frissons of pleasure-pain spiked into her chest, sharpened by a splinter of fear. Could she really take both men into her body? Could she look into Ashton’s eyes while Lutton filled her ass?
You don’t need to be afraid. This will give you pleasure like you’ve never known. Think how excited the butt plugs made you. You were born for this.
Ashton knelt in the grass and lifted her leg to his shoulder. Lutton rocked her back, so she leaned against him. “Yes, my brother. Lick her pussy and taste her cream.”
Parting her folds, Ashton circled her clit with his tongue. Corry rested her head on Lutton’s shoulder and closed her eyes. She listened to the drums and savored the sensations Ashton aroused in her.
It didn’t matter that they weren’t alone. She didn’t care that the future was uncertain. Ashton worshiped her with his mouth, setting her senses on fire. She shed her civilized veneer and released her primal nature, unleashed the passionate longings she’d suppressed for so long.
Twisting her arms out of Lutton’s grasp, she tangled her fingers in Ashton’s hair. “More,” she murmured. Ashton raised his gaze without lifting his mouth. The possessive passion in his eyes seared her entire body. “I want to come. Make me come now.”
Lutton chuckled. “You heard her, brother.”
Lutton rolled her nipples, pressing and tugging, while Ashton closed his lips around her clit. Pleasure built within her, gathered, tightened, ready to spring. Ashton flicked his tongue against her clit and she came with a sharp cry, shaking with spasm after spasm of release.
Instead of rising, Ashton lay down in the grass and held his arms out to her. “Take me inside you, my love. I want to feel your body welcome me.”
Corry’s legs trembled as she straddled Ashton’s hips. This time she faced him, which made it all the more intimate. His cock rose proud and tall, more than ready for this celebration. Lutton continued touching her, stroking her shoulders, rubbing her back. Echoes of pleasure rippled her inner muscles, making her emptiness acute. She’d never felt this uninhibited, this wild.
She encircled Ashton’s cock with her fingers, stroking from base to tip and back. Hard, hot, incredibly thick, he fascinated her. She wanted to play, touch and taste.
“Now!” The word sounded strangled and his expression begged for her to end their torment. She smiled, guiding him to her entrance. He arched his hips and pushed the plush head of his cock between her slippery folds. She moaned. It felt wonderful and he was just barely inside her. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Thrilled by the desperation in his tone, she lowered herself onto his thick length. Inch by blissful inch, he stretched her and filled her. When she sheathed him completely, she paused, reveling in the fullness, the completeness.
“Lean forward and kiss his mouth,” Lutton’s husky voice intruded.
Her uncertainty surged again. She wanted to make love with Ashton, not complete this ritual. Duty and honor demanded her surrender, but her heart cried out for Ashton. This wasn’t about love and tenderness. It was survival and celebration.
She stretched out across Ashton’s chest, groaning as the position changed the angle of his penetration. He took her face between his hands and captured her mouth. His tongue delved deep, sliding and exploring.
Lutton stroked her hips, her back, her bottom. He rubbed her ass cheeks, squeezing and caressing while Ashton’s tongue moved in her mouth. Lutton knelt behind her. Bending close, he tasted her flesh, his tongue wandering across her rounded bottom and into the crevice separating her cheeks.
Ashton attempted to distract her with his passionate kisses, but Corry felt everything Lutton did.
I prepared you well for this, my love. Relax and he won’t hurt you.
Focusing on Ashton’s assurance, Corry relaxed against his chest. Lutton eased her cheeks apart and smeared lubricant around and into her rear entrance. He pushed his finger in deep, twisting his wrist and drawing out slowly. Corry trembled. She was already stretched tight around Ashton. How could she…
Lutton pushed in with two fingers and she gasped into Ashton’s mouth. Pleasure unfurled with each stroke, making her feel wicked and wanton. She shouldn’t be enjoying this. It was a sacrifice, necessary to earn their freedom.
No. This was no sacrifice. They were celebrating life, reveling in sexual intoxication.
When Lutton positioned his cock, Corry pushed back, accepting—no welcoming him. He murmured words she couldn’t understand, some sort of chant, perhaps a prayer.
Grasping her hips, Lutton dragged her up until only the head of Ashton’s shaft remained inside her. She braced herself against Ashton’s chest and his hands covered her breasts. Lutton guided her down, his cock sliding out as Ashton’s slid in.
Corry cried out, her senses stretched as tightly as her body. She’d never dreamed such pleasure existed, such intensity. She clenched her inner muscles and both men groaned. She soared, exhilarated by passion’s power.
“Move, my love,” Ashton whispered. “Pleasure us all.”
Lutton showed her the movements, but it was easier for Corry to control. Her head reeled, her heart thundered and lights danced before her eyes. She rocked, thrust, slid, releasing one cock as she captured the other.
Ashton rolled her nipples. Lutton clutched her hips, urging her on, speeding the pace. They undulated together, straining as one. Guiding her head back and to the side, Lutton covered her mouth with his. She parted her lips and welcomed him with a swirl of her tongue. Ashton arched into her. Lutton matched the movement of his tongue to the thrusting of his cock.
The drums accelerated, louder and faster, as the men pounded into her. Tearing her mouth away from Lutton’s, Corry cried out loud and clear. Pleasure tore through her body, racing from her head to her toes and back again. She pulsed, shook and screamed, unashamed of her powerful release. Ashton thrust deep, shaking violently as he came. Lutton followed a moment later, his face pressed into her hair.
They collapsed into the grass in a tangle of naked limbs. The drums faded. The ceremony ended. Lutton kissed her shoulder and slowly withdrew.
“I will think of you fondly,” he whispered, and disappeared into the night.
A long time passed as she lay there
sprawled across Ashton’s chest. “Have the others gone?”
He raised his head and looked around. “I think so. Are you all right?”
“It’s not an experience I’d care to repeat every night, but yes, I’m fine.”
Holding Corry close, Ashton sat and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her snug sheath hugged his cock. He wasn’t willing to lose the connection, the intimacy. A humid wind played across their perspiration-slick bodies as they stared into each other’s eyes. She raked her fingers through his hair, her gaze filled with tender affection. His heart leapt and his insides clenched. Did she realize what she revealed with her expressive eyes?
The past two nights had moved him in ways he didn’t fully understand. He was relieved to have the rituals finished, yet they had been the most intensely erotic experiences of his life. He stroked her face, loving the way she leaned into his hand.
“What happens tomorrow?” he asked.
“Lutton or one of the others will lead us through the jungle.” She sounded distracted, dreamy. Her contented sigh warmed his wrist. “The nearest transport station is in Sanctuary, four days from here, but there’s a settlement a few hours away with beasts large enough to ride.”
He chuckled, tracing the lush fullness of her lips. “You weren’t satisfied with riding this beast?” She didn’t respond to his teasing. A wary sort of sadness clouded her expression. “What are you thinking about?”
“Am I still your prisoner?”
“How can you ask me that?” He stroked her neck and squeezed her shoulder. His fingers lingered against her skin. “You saved my life. If the executive council wants you apprehended, they’re going to have to find you themselves.”
She turned her face away. “How did this get so complicated?”
Complicated didn’t begin to describe the feelings twisting through him. He wanted to shelter her, protect her, but he knew she’d never allow it. A true zealot would never agree to hide. “Do you have somewhere to go? You can’t return to Borrelly.”
