Forbidden Temptation Volume 2 (Taboo Erotica Five Book Bundle) (Forbidden Temptation Taboo Erotica)

by Anya Merchant

  Angela sucked his cock greedily, using her tongue to massage it with every bob of her head. Tim took one of his hands and wrapped it in her hair. He began bouncing her head up in down with even more force, and felt his cock push into the top of her throat with each stroke.

  “That’s right mom, suck it,” he said. “Oh god, mom, I’m going to cum!”

  Angela pulled back as soon as he said it. It was dark, but he could see that she had a grin on her face.

  “I’m only going to finish sucking if you stay here, Tim,” she whispered. “I want you to stay, for now and forever. We can keep it as our secret, meet up when it’s just the two of us and give in to our desires…”

  She was deep under the effect of the curse. Tim knew that the words were not really coming from her. This whole situation had begun from that little red potion, and it had turned both him and his mom into people he hardly recognized. He found himself getting angry, and grabbed his mother and pushed her down on the bed roughly.

  “You want me to fuck you? Fine!” He said to her as he jammed his cock into her wet and warm cunt.

  “Oh yeah Tim, fuck me!”

  Angela began to orgasm the second he entered her. Her moans were too loud for them to hide what was going on, and Tim was forced to put his hand over her mouth. He fucked her hard. Excitement shot through his dick with every push. His mom’s pussy felt better than anything he had ever had before. He fucked her faster, and faster, and began to feel himself approaching the edge. He pulled his cock out and sprayed his load all over her face at the last second.

  “Go clean yourself up, mom.” Tim said to her bluntly. “And then head back to bed. This is goodbye for a while. I won’t be here when you wake up.”

  “What can I do to make you change your mind?” she asked pleadingly. “Please, Tim,”

  “I’m sorry mom, this is how it has to be. For the both of us.”

  She rubbed his back for a moment, and then got up and left the room. Tim collapsed back on his bed, and was asleep again within minutes.

  CHAPTER 4

  Tim woke up early to the cold wind of the morning. The sun was still below the horizon, and he moved quickly but quietly through the dark of his room, packing no more than the essentials into his knapsack. He had no idea what to expect from the road ahead. As far as clothes went, his bag only had enough room for a couple sets of shirts and shorts. The ancient tome given to him by Jarovian took up more room than expected, as did the sword, which he figured he should keep hidden away for the moment. He took another close look at it as he was setting it into his bag.

  The blade was incredibly reflective, and seemed to gleam with an almost unnatural sparkle. He tested out the makeshift sheath he had created for it and found that it held the weapon from his belt satisfactorily. He would wear it that way if space got tight in the future, but at least for the start of the journey, leaving town and traveling on the boat, he thought it best to keep in in his bag. It just barely managed to fit when set into it diagonally.

  After mulling it over for a moment, he decided against taking the flask the old man had given to him. It was too large to fit into the bag neatly, and when he opened it, he greeted by an acrid smell that overwhelmed his nostrils. He set it aside in his closet, figuring that the potions of the old man had gotten him into enough trouble already.

  The last two items were the compass and cloth map. He set the compass into his pocket, figuring that it was small enough and practical enough that it was fine to keep it on his person. Tim glanced the map over, and noticed a small legend on it in the lower right hand corner. The island was larger than he had realized, about a dozen miles across and five miles north to south. He carefully folded it in half, and then set it inside the cover of the old tome.

  After taking one last look into his room to make sure he wasn’t missing anything, he set out into the hallway and shut the door behind him. He headed down into the kitchen and raided the fridge for leftovers from the night before, breaking fast with a full meal. It seemed appropriate, and he realized while doing it that he hadn’t even considered what he would do for food and water during the trip. That would be something that would have to be resolved while on route, he decided.

  After eating, Tim quietly headed out through his front door. He took a final look at his house before climbing onto his bike. No time table had been set up for this adventure. It might be a while before he could return, and as Tim started pedaling down the road, he couldn’t resist a final look back at the place that he had called home for so long.

  Marco’s house was his first destination. Tim felt a little guilty for asking him to come along. True, they had been friends for long enough that he was owed at least a few favors, and there was a very good chance that he would have offered to come anyway if had figured out that Tim was going, but the only thing he was really certain of that lay ahead was uncertainty. When he reached wherever the old man had chartered the boat for, this mysterious island of Manai, all bets were off. The girl could currently be held hostage by tribal people, for all the information Tim had to go on.

  Tim reached Marco’s house and hopped off his bike. He thought better of ringing the door bell, and instead pulled out his phone and texted his friend.

  “Hey. I’m outside,” he messaged. Marco’s response came after about a minute.

  “You were being serious last night?”

  “When am I ever not serious?”

  “Do you really want me to answer that?”

  Tim waited for a minute, debating whether or not it was worth pushing his friend into accompanying him if he really didn’t want to. Before he could message Marco back, the front door of the house opened, and his friend walked over to him, sporting a large backpack and sunglasses.

  “Nice shades, Antonio Banderas,” Tim joked.

  “Fuck you. You should be down on your knees thanking me for following along with your stupid ideas.”

  “You know it. Come on, grab your bike. We have a bus to catch.”

  His plan from the beginning had been to take advantage of public transportation for as long as he could. The address the old man had given him for the boat was a little out of the way, and the two of them would have to walk or possibly hitch hike the last couple of miles. Once on the boat, the trip would be much more straightforward. The lion’s share of the journey looked like it would be spent waiting to get to the island, and then searching for Lucia, Jarovian’s daughter.

  The two of them set off for the bus stop. Both were silent for a time, and then Tim heard his friend call up to him.

  “So this curse that you claim to be under,” Marco began, shouting to be heard over the noise of early morning traffic. “Why exactly is it so bad? I mean it seems like you had a pretty good day yesterday, at least compared to the one before it.”

  In a way, Marco was right. Yesterday had been a mess, but on the day for it, Tim had lost his girlfriend, a fight, and his job.

  “It…it makes people have trouble controlling themselves around me,” he said. “And it makes me have trouble controlling myself around them.” He did his best to be intentionally vague. Whether he liked it or not, the curse was something that was almost unbelievable in its function. The way that women threw themselves at him was ridiculous enough that he still almost had to pinch himself when he saw it in effect. And on top of that, he was stronger physically, but also much less in control. The fight with Carter yesterday had proven that. Tim wanted to be normal, and wasn’t interested in spending the rest of his life knowing he had this unwanted effect on other people.

  He thought back to the way his ex-girlfriend had looked at him after she heard about all of his exploits, and then her eyes after seeing what he had done to Carter. Tim didn’t want to be that person, not in the eyes of others and not in reality. He had decided then and there to go to whatever lengths necessary to get back to being ordinary.

  “Tim, we’ve known each other for years now,” said Marco, still not entirely sold on his description.
“Can’t you give me a little more than that to go on? I’d like to know a bit more about what I’m walking into...”

  “Trust me, you’ll understand soon enough,” said Tim. “Besides, I don’t think there is any way to predict just what surprises this trip has in store for us.”

  The two of them arrived at the bus stop. They pedaled their way over to the bike rack and chained up their bikes.

  “Think they’ll be alright, just left here?” asked Tim.

  “Just how long do you think we’ll be gone for?”

  Tim didn’t answer. Instead, he started digging around in his pocket for change. They were about ten minutes early for the bus, and it would take them about half way to where the boat was supposedly going to dock and meet them.

  “Hey, I recognize that car,” said Marco, gesturing to the road. “Isn’t that-“

  A horn honked several times. Tim was looked over, distracted from what he was doing. He instantly recognized both the car and its occupant.

  “Kate,” he said, walking over to her unmistakably pink VW Beetle. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  “I could ask you the same thing!” She got out of her car and ran up to him, throwing her arms around him in a hug that seemed slightly gratuitous, given that they had just seen each other the previous night. “You can’t just run away from home, little brother.”

  “I’m not running away, I’m on a, uh, well…” Tim struggled for an explanation that would sound believable. “A friend of mine asked me to look for somebody for him. I’ll be back before you know it.”

  “You aren’t going,” Kate had the same stern expression on her face that Tim had occasionally saw on his step mom when she had put her foot down about something. “This is ridiculous, you have school and work!”

  “Well, just school now, and I’m not the kind of student the teachers are going to miss,” he said, smiling. “You can’t stop me Kate. Just get out of the way.”

  The bus was on its way over. Tim finally succeeded in finding the change in his pocket and began to make his way over to the stop.

  “Wait!” Kate yelled. She moved right up behind him and grabbed him by the back of the shirt. Her petite size made the gesture almost comical. “If you insist on going, I’m coming with you.”

  “No chance, the bus is right here,” Tim said as he dislodged her hand.

  “I will drive straight home and tell mom! We can check the bus schedule and meet you at every stop, if that’s how it has to be!”

  Tim was silent for a moment. The last thing he wanted was for his sister to get involved. It seemed like all of the women in his life, whether heavily affected by the curse or not, were intent on forcing themselves into his business. He didn’t want anything to happen with his sister that might warp their relationship. He also didn’t want to put her into a potentially dangerous situation. But it didn’t seem like he had much of a choice.

  “Fine, sis,” he said with a sigh. “You win. But you can’t breathe a word of any of this to anyone, ever.”

  “Fair enough, Tim.”

  The three of them proceeded to climb into her car, Tim riding shotgun and Marco in back, and then set off.

  CHAPTER 5

  A light silence hung over the group as they made their way out to the coast. Music played throughout the car, and as Tim listened to it, he couldn’t help but think about what lay ahead. The route was bumpy and under maintained, and seemed as though every turn led them into even more rural territory.

  “So what have you heard about this boat, anyway?” asked Marco from the back.

  “About as much as I’ve told you,” replied Tim. “Which is to say, nothing.”

  Kate was silent. Tim couldn’t help but empathize with her position. Was she in this of her free will, or did the curse have something to do with it? Regardless of the catalyst, she was here, and it was his responsibility to protect her.

  But protect her from what? Just why is it that the old man needed to send him in his steed, anyway? Everything from the map and compass, to the ancient tome, to the sword, all of it seemed to scream of not just adventure, but also danger. As much as he wanted to be able to reassure his sister that there would be no trouble on the path ahead, he could not do it in good faith.

  Several hours passed by. The sun began to rise up on the horizon, heating up the car with the rays of mid-morning.

  “We should stop for food,” suggested Kate. Tim realized that in her hurry to tail them, she must have skipped breakfast.

  “Where, exactly?” asked Marco. “There’s nothing here!”

  It was true. The long road ahead of them led through nothing but empty fields and dense forests. There were no buildings in sight, nothing but nature for miles around.

  “We’ll keep our eyes out for something,” said Tim. “I wouldn’t mind getting a bite before setting out to sea, either.”

  They continued down the road for a while, and all of the sudden, the ocean was in front of them. A small collection of buildings lay next to a tiny dock. Tim wondered for a moment if they had come the right way, but as he read the placard above one of the buildings, his concerns were put to doubt.

  “Manai Tourism Center” he read out loud as they pulled into the dirt parking lot. “This must be it.”

  The three of them stepped out of the car and stretched their legs. The sounds of the waves crashing against the shore filled their ears, along with the unmistakably familiar smell of the ocean.

  “Did the old man give you a ticket, or the name of somebody to meet, or something?” asked Kate.

  Tim shook his head. He looked around as he approached the building. Other than a couple of tiny rafts and fishing boats, there were no other seaworthy vehicles in sight. He walked up to the door of the main boathouse and knocked a couple of times. It opened easily under the force of his fist, swinging on its hinges with an eerie creaking noise.

  “Hello? Anybody home?” Tim asked as he gingerly stepped across the threshold. The inside was dark, lit only by a single candle. It was only a single room, and though he could see a desk with what looked like a travel ledger sprawled across it, there was nobody present.

  “Jarovian’s squire, I presume?”

  The voice had come from a blind spot to the left of the door. Tim jumped as it echoed through the room.

  “What?” he said, confusion evident in his voice. The man who had greeted him was dressed in a robe similar to the one the old man had always been wearing. He was tall and lithe, and as he walked towards Tim he extended one of his hands in greeting.

  “My name is Mathias,” he said, eyes talking stock of the three teenagers. “I will be your guardian and escort for the voyage across the ocean.”

  Tim looked over to Marco, and then to Kate, and then back to the man before reaching out and reciprocating the handshake.

  “I’m Tim, nice to meet you,” he said.

  There was a strange silence immediately after. Tim waited to see of the man would offer any sort of insight in to his current situation, and got nothing.

  “So, how is this all going to work, exactly?” he asked after a couple of tense moments. “I don’t see any ships here that could take us across the ocean.”

  “You are impatient, this I have been told already,” Mathias said. “None of these ships are for you.”

  He spoke with an authoritative voice, and again, Tim found the room filled with a strange and infinite seeming silence. This time he continued to wait, until the man continued.

  “The ship that will take you to Manai is on its way,” he said. “It is a ship of, how do you say? Money travelers and gawkers.”

  “Tourists? You mean tourists?” Marco jumped into the conversation. “Like a cruise ship?”

  “Ah yes, that is what I mean,” Mathias said. He moved over to the desk in the cabin and took a seat. “Normally we fill these ships with one hundred, two hundred people. From the cities, we bring them to Manai and back. This time the ship will be empty…”

 
“Our own personal vacation voyage,” Tim said, smiling. “Now this I can get behind.”

  “I’m starting to feel really glad that I decided to follow you,” said Kate. She grabbed onto Tim’s arm and playfully rested her head against his shoulder.

  The three of them waited outside the shack for the boat to arrive. They all took their stuff out of Kate’s car and she proceeded to lock it, using the remote on her keys as though it was a magic wand.

  “Will it be okay here?” she asked Mathias. “Or should I move it a little further off the road?”

  “This is no longer a commonly used pick up spot for the ship, it will be fine,”

  It wasn’t too long before they spotted the ship off in the distance. As it drew closer, Tim realized just how big of a craft it really was. There were at least three decks, including the main one. It completely dwarfed any type of ship he had ever been on before. It slowly pulled up to the dock. It was still about 30 feet away when it came to a halt, and Tim began to wonder just how they would get onto it. As if to answer his question, a long plank like platform folded out off one of the sides, reminiscent of a medieval draw bridge.

  “I will be going with the three of you,” said Mathias as they all gathered at the end of the dock. “If you need anything, you can either ask me or one of the ship staff.”

  Tim hadn’t given any thought to who else would be on the ship. It did make perfect sense, given its size, that there would be at least a couple of people on it beyond them and the captain.

  The group made their way across the water and up to the ship. The deck was polished wood, and the huge, multi-level cabin seemed to be made of some type of white, polished composite material.

  “How is this possible?” asked Tim. “Why are we so important as to justify using a ship like this just to give us passage?”

  “You are the ones who come seeking Jarovian’s daughter,” said Mathias. “There are many within Manai who would gladly support such a cause, even at great expense. I would give my money or my life to see her again, and for her to have another chance at proving her claim to the throne.”