Savage

by Lila Dubois

  “Have you ever taken a man in your mouth?” Chest heaving, Siara shook her head. “Good. I want to be the first. You may release your wrists.” Anleeh took each of her hands and helped rub the stiffness from them. “Now, open my pants.”

  Siara looked down at his breeches. Like hers they were closed with laces in the front. Sitting back on her heels, careful to keep her knees spread, Siara reached for his laces, trembling fingers picking at the knot. Her knuckles brushed over the large hot bulge the laces contained and a strangled moan escaped his lips. Siara pulled her hands back, unnerved. Bewildered eyes rose to meet Anleeh’s gaze. He smiled and raised one hand to cup her cheek. “You are such a sensual woman, I forget you are innocent.” Siara lowered her eyes and let her head rest on his hand.

  Anleeh rubbed his thumb over her lips and then worked the tip between them to rub on the front of her teeth. “Open.” Siara lowered her jaw and let his thumb in. When he touched it to her tongue, she tentatively licked, and he encouraged her with a smile.

  Soon her lips had closed around him, her tongue stroking the pad of this thumb in a quick rhythm.

  “Good. Now, keep you eyes on mine and reach down and open my pants.” She nodded and her teeth grazed the top of his thumb. “Careful, lover.” A soft wet brush of tongue over the abused flesh served as an apology while her hands dropped to his groin. Her fingers slowly worked the knot free then began loosening the laces. She jerked and made a questioning noise around his finger when his body twitched beneath her hands.

  “Do not worry or wonder, lover. Soon you will know my cock well enough to understand him. The movement you feel is because I am aroused. At your touch my body leaps to know you better.” His thumb still in her mouth, she cocked her head to the side. “You will see, lover.”

  Siara pulled the tie free of its last hole. Anleeh pulled his thumb from her mouth, being sure to spread the moisture over her lips.

  “Now, open the placket of my pants.” The leather clung to itself, forcing Siara to peel the first side away from the backing before she pulled back the other side. His cock, freed of its confines, rose up, standing out from his belly, swollen, the head dark pink.

  Siara tilted her head to the side again and examined him. Reaching out with one finger, she poked it.

  “Mercy, woman, have some respect.”

  “You examined me, why may I not do the same to you?”

  “I did not look at you as if you were an interesting new species I would like to dissect.”

  “I’ve never seen one look like this, so big and stiff. And it’s pointed the wrong way. In the anatomy books, they were all pointing down.”

  Anleeh gaped at her for several moments, then shook his head.

  “Give me your hand.” Anleeh guided her hand to his cock and wrapped his fingers around hers, forcing them to curl on his cock. “Its size and stiffness are what allow a man to take a woman; a soft cock would not be able to traverse the deep dark of her body.”

  Shivering at the image his words presented, Siara gave the tool in her hand a testing squeeze. Anleeh’s hips jerked slightly and his breath hissed out. With his head tilted back against the hearth, the strong line of his throat stood out, highlighted by the fire. Following her impulses Siara leaned forward and licked a long wet path up the side of his throat and blew on it as he’d done to her. His shiver rippled all his muscles in his chest, clear down to his legs. She could see them twitching beneath his close-fitting garments.

  “I want to see you,” she whispered, hating the garments that hid him from her.

  “In time. For now you will learn to take my cock into your body.”

  “We will…”

  “Nay, not yet, you have yet to earn that.” He tossed her a cocky smile and Siara snarled in return. Then she remembered what she held in her hand, but even as she started to squeeze, he grabbed her forearm, digging his fingers between the twin bones, forcing her fingers open.

  “Naughty, naughty. Your punishment grows. Now, kneel here at my side.” Siara moved so that she knelt at one of Anleeh’s hips, body perpendicular to his. As his hand slid along the curve of her spine, Anleeh directed her to lean forward, planting her left hand on the ground between his legs, freeing her right hand to wrap around the base of his cock.

  “Lean forward, rest your head here against my thigh while you get in position. Now I want you to arch your back down, thrusting your buttocks up. Good. Now spread your legs a bit more.” Anleeh slid his hand from her back, over the curve of her buttocks, and down her thigh.

  “You are to take my cock in your mouth, but do not touch it with your teeth. Wrap your lips around my cock so you are squeezing me with your lips. What brings me pleasure is the rapid movement of your mouth up and down and your tongue working on the sensitive tip. Keep your hand wrapped around the base of my cock. As you go up and down, you must take me far enough in your mouth that your lips meet your hand. Do you understand?”

  Anleeh resisted the urge to overwhelm her with more instruction. She would have more than enough to concentrate with pleasuring him and dealing with her own pleasure.

  “It is easiest if you begin by licking all over; it will allow my cock to slide in and out easier.”

  Her eyes now focused on his cock, Siara didn’t even move, merely leaned forward and sent the first tentative lick across the head of his cock. Anleeh drew in a deep breath and watched her through slitted eyes. Siara turned to look at him; it was still a learning experience for her. He did not want her to intellectually examine the process; he wanted her mad with passion as she’d been before.

  “You taste salty.”

  “That is my seed. When I am very aroused, some seed precedes the rest.”

  Siara licked him again, covering the head before she changed the angle and carefully licked the shaft down to the top of her fist. Anleeh started kneading her buttocks with one hand while the other pushed her hair out of the way so his view was unobstructed.

  Though he longed to hurry her, Anleeh waited, saying nothing as she continued to lick him up and down. When, at long last, her lips wrapped around the head, he moaned in pleasure and his hand moved from her buttocks to stroke the lips of her sex.

  Siara gasped around Anleeh’s cock when his fingers teased her sex. Anleeh parted her outer lips and stroked her drenched inner folds.

  She was wet and warm, willing and eager. His desire for her grew, with every tentative movement of her mouth. Siara was a woman apart, unique in her strength. Combined with her ferocity of spirit and intellect, she was something above the ordinary, special. His guilt at what he was doing to her, taking her because they needed to have a sexual relationship to survive the culture of Den, attempted to swallow him once more. Siara’s lips around him, the feel of her hot flesh on his fingers beat back the guilt. She was willing, he believed that. And if it were only sex she was interested in, be it with him or another man, he would accept that.

  He would, of course, gut any other man who tried to touch her, but he could accept that it was her passion and curiosity about sex that had her so willingly taking him into her mouth.

  The important thing was that he was in control. He felt passion for her, but it did not consume him. Control would keep them both safe.

  Her tongue hit the sensitive spot beneath the crown of his cock, and Anleeh jerked, fingers digging into her sex so that she moaned around him. Surrendering himself to the pleasure of her mouth, Anleeh stopped thinking, stopped worrying, and let himself feel.

  Careful of her teeth, Siara leaned down, pushing the length of Anleeh’s cock through the vice of her lips. With her eyes closed, she didn’t know how close she was to reaching her hands, but began to worry when the wide tip nudged at the back corners of her mouth. When she was sure she would gag, her lips hit her hand. His words stropped her retreat.

  “Hold there, suck, and use your tongue.”

  Unsure exactly how it was supposed to work, Siara did as he asked and sucked on the thing filling her mouth, feeling h
er cheeks hollow as she did so. Above her, Anleeh moaned in pleasure and two fingers rubbed over her clit. His fingers felt huge and rough against flesh swollen with arousal. Siara’s closed eyes fluttered and she sucked harder on his cock, earning another rub to her clit.

  “Up—up and down now.”

  Some instinctive knowledge, combined with Anleeh’s instructions, had Siara slowly drawing her head up, sliding his cock out of the vacuum of her mouth. Once at the top she swirled her tongue over the tip before quickly sliding down once more, sucking as she did so.

  “Yes … Siara, lover.”

  Anleeh’s fingers pinched her slick clit, then rolled it. Siara shivered as darts of pleasure shot down her legs and curled her toes.

  “Don’t stop.”

  Siara continued her up and down movement. Each lick to the head of his cock resulted in a two-finger rub over her clit, while a complete head bob earned a delicious pinching twist. His other fingers settled around the lips of her sex, cupping and surrounding them, cradling her sex as he worked her flesh.

  A knot began to build low in her belly. Focused on the feeling, Siara didn’t realize she’d stopped moving until his fingers left her and he gave her two hard swats on the ass.

  “Do not stop. I am close. When I reach completion, my cock will expel seed into your mouth. Swallow it.”

  Siara began her cock sucking once more, and whimpered when his fingers didn’t immediately return to her clit. The whimpering earned her another swat to the ass, but then his fingers returned. With his hand cupping her mound, Anleeh’s thumb settled on her clit, rubbing in straight lines then circles, alternating with hard presses.

  The quiet of the cabin was filled with the wet sounds of her mouth around his cock and his hand in her sex. When his breathing sped up, Siara knew he was close to completion. Wanting, needing, to please him, Siara worked the hand at the base of his cock and increased the pace of her head.

  Suddenly warm, salty cream filled her mouth. Siara sank her head down to meet her fist and swallowed, as more of his seed hit her tongue.

  “Yes … perfect, lover.” He was breathless and somehow sleepy sounding. “Your turn.” With her mouth and hand still on his cock, Anleeh brought his index and ring fingers into play, scissoring them around her clit, caressing all sides at once.

  Once, twice, and on the third time she came, her belly muscles drawing tight, toes curling. Siara yanked her head off Anleeh’s cock and a low moan of pleasure echoed through the warm cabin. Siara collapsed down across Anleeh’s lap, gasping for breath as his fingers continued to press her, keeping her on that teetering edge. When her gasps turned to pleas for mercy, Anleeh removed his hand and Siara curled against him, closing her eyes.

  Anleeh let her sleep. Tempted though he was to bring her again, to see how much she could take, Anleeh settled for giving her clit a parting stroke.

  She curled up on his lap, legs sprawled on the floor. He could tell from her even breathing that she was not wholly conscious, though he doubted she’d had time to slip into deep sleep. He played with a lock of her hair as he rested his head against the hearth behind him. There was a strange and pleasant peace in lying here with her. It satisfied him to no end that she’d so enjoyed herself as to need the sleep. She was such a quick study. Teaching her to pleasure him, training her, would be sheer enjoyment, but watching her awaken, watching her learn, would be a unique and thrilling thing.

  He let the peaceful interlude stretch for a while longer, the pop of burning logs the only sound. They needed to rise and get into bed; the cold would soon leach in, the fire burn low. Anleeh opened his eyes, grabbing another chunk of rich brown hair to toy with. In the light of the fire she looked like Autumn made flesh, golden skin accented by every shade of brown. Grabbing her around the waist, Anleeh maneuvered her onto his lap, her thigh cushioning his spent cock. He kissed her sweaty brow, nuzzling her hairline.

  “Did you enjoy that, lover?”

  “Yes, oh yes,” she murmured.

  “You were very beautiful in your pleasure.” Her head ducked; she was embarrassed. “I will not let you hide from it. You were beautiful tonight, from the beast that rose in you when I inspected you, to the innocent touch of your mouth on my cock, to the fierce pleasure of your orgasm.”

  “Thank you.”

  Her stiff comment was somewhat ludicrous under the circumstances, but Anleeh merely kissed her forehead once more.

  “That is enough for tonight, but there is so much more we must explore. For one thing, these luscious breasts were woefully ignored.” He cupped one in his hand, and rather than hunch her shoulders Siara arched her back, giving him better access. The weight of her breast in his hand was almost enough to turn Anleeh from thoughts of sleep, but he knew they needed rest. He would not let passion rule him. He released her breast and slipped out from under her,

  Anleeh helped her to her feet and then rose himself, closing the placket of his pants but not bothering to re-lace them. “Stay here by the fire for a moment, love.” Lifting down their bedrolls, he set-up the double roll and then motioned her over.

  Anleeh helped Siara slip in and then removed his boots before sliding in behind her. When he settled, he found Siara already deeply asleep, her lips parted and eyelashes lying vulnerably against sex-flushed cheeks. Carefully situating himself behind her, he reached over and cupped a breast before closing his own eyes and willing himself to sleep.

  Chapter Four

  Wrapped in the cocoon of furs, his body molded to Siara’s, Anleeh contemplated the woman whose naked breast he’d held throughout the night. A few moments ago he’d woken to find himself in the same position he’d fallen asleep in, Siara’s back snuggled against him, his arms around her.

  Carefully slipping his arm from beneath her head, he replaced it with a mound of the fur they lay on. Flexing his arm to return the circulation and then propping his head on his hand, Anleeh studied his companion.

  How different she looked from the day they left: hair no longer a straight curtain, now curled and wild, her complexion pale and lovely, eyes bright with curiosity, though those eyes were currently veiled by soft brown lashes.

  The temperature in the cabin had dropped, but it was not freezing. He could tell from the way the air tasted that they were close to snow, and he wondered how one such as she—a lifelong Great City dweller—would handle the foreign substance.

  Anleeh realized that he was grinning as he contemplated her reaction. Would she be intrigued or disgruntled? Most likely she would be both. While she didn’t seem to like the cold, she would most assuredly enjoy something new. Delighted by the picture his imagination painted, Anleeh gently squeezed her breast. Siara’s back arched, pressing herself further into his hand.

  Anleeh, no longer able to ignore his morning erection, settled for a rubbing himself against her buttocks a few times before slipping out of the bedroll. Carefully tucking the blankets around her once more, Anleeh hobbled to the door of the cabin. Slipping outside as quick as he could to minimize the amount of cold air that snuck in, he gritted his teeth when the cold washed over him, eating at him. That took care of his erection. He paused long enough to re-lace his leggings.

  Stepping away from the cabin, wearing only his breeches, his boots still inside, Anleeh spread his arms, letting the chill air swirl around him.

  The bite of too cold air in his lungs and the needle-like press of the frigid ground against his bare soles invigorated him. Cold, and the ability to withstand it, was a test of strength. He’d grown soft living in the warmth and golden sun of the Great City.

  Anleeh raised his arms, his flesh pebbled in goose bumps, the cold biting at his nipples and the sensitive flesh of his belly. Rotating his arms and shoulders he went into a practice routine, pantomiming the thrust and swirl of an elegant sword battle. When he’d run through that routine twice, he switched, mentally equipping himself with the battle-axe he’d favored as a young warrior. Instead of thrust and retreat his movement became about momentum,
the swirling turns necessary to keep a battle-axe moving. Imagining the weight in his hand, Anleeh lifted his arms over his left shoulder, his muscles remembering how far he could go before burying the axe in his own back, and brought them down in a smooth arch, following the blow by turning to the left and spinning around in a level swing.

  Again and again he worked, forcing his body, from his laboring lungs to his chilled flesh, to remember what it was to operate in these conditions. At the end of the exercise, a battle roar rose from him, ripping from his mouth, a challenge to any who would fight him, to Mother Nature’s frosty earth.

  The echoes of his battle roar were interrupted by a small sound, an exhalation of air with a word trapped in it. Turning, he found Siara standing in the open cabin door, one of their fur blankets wrapped around her shoulders, leaving her rounded calves and delicate ankles and feet bare in the cold.

  Chest heaving, breath fogging before his face, Anleeh stared at her. How long had she been watching? The distance between them was too great for Anleeh to read her expression. Low in his belly his long-denied beast, stirred by his fighting exercises, rose higher, aroused by the sight of the woman whose scent still clung to his skin, now mingled with his own.

  Siara whirled and disappeared into the cabin.

  Anleeh swallowed and closed his eyes, forcing his beast deep inside himself, gritting his teeth when savage needs—to fight, to roar like a beast, to ride like a man possessed, to fuck her without mercy—refused to subside. The closer they got, the more he became a man of Den, the harder it was becoming to subdue his beast. He’d controlled the beast last night, but this morning control was weak.

  The soft sound of padding feet had him opening his eyes. Siara emerged from the cabin carrying his sword. Anleeh’s heart took two hard thumps; she would not be able to kill him with it, but she might be able to get in some good blows before he disarmed her.

  One hand holding the fur closed, the other curled around the leather wrapped handle of his sword, Siara stepped down from the cabin, wincing as her bare feet touched the ground. Her steps were unsteady as she walked on the edges of her feet, toes curled against the cold, but her pace never slowed; she moved with purpose. Anleeh started forward, hoping to get close enough to read her intentions in her face.