ROMANCE: His Reluctant Heart (Historical Western Victorian Romance) (Historical Mail Order Bride Romance Fantasy Short Stories)

by Jane Prescott

  While observing them from my hidey-hole, I feel something crawl on my leg. Looking down, I’m horrified to see a snake, slithering around my calf. It isn't particularly big, but with its green scaly skin and bright red and malevolent eyes staring at me, I’m frozen to the spot. I hate snakes, and when it flicks out its tongue and hisses, I can't help but to scream in terror. Jumping up I quickly brush it off my leg and dive out of the hole, right at the feet of my two pursuers.

  “Well, well well, what do we have here?” Zaiden says, as I lay at his feet and his gun points down at me.

  “It appears our Amazon warrior is in some distress. Perhaps we two gentlemen can help her out?” Imran’s voice is dripping with innuendo.

  I feel a hand at the back of my head, pulling me up by the hair and into a kneeling position between the two men. My face is level with their crotches. Well, there’s no doubt now what the ultimate intention of the game is, sex? Not that I ever doubted it, all the signs were there from the very beginning, and I’m game, in fact, I’m looking forward to see how it happens. All the sex you want without the guilt, what’s not to like?

  Zaiden stoops lightly, his face close to mine and his lips at my ear, “this is your chance to wake up Ursula, you remember your escape word?”

  I do remember my escape word, but I have no use for it. Instead, I turn my head towards him and spit in his face. “Do not touch me you filthy pig,” I scream at him with as much malice as I can muster. This is going to be fun.

  Keeping a hold of my head he pushes my face into his crotch, pressing my lips against his growing erection. I can feel the stiffness even though the material. From the corner of my eye I see Imran’s gun drop to the floor and then I hear the sound of a zipper being pulled, when I turn my eye towards him, he has his flies open and his cock sticks right out from his body. Zaiden releases the hold on my hair and my head jolts away slightly from his crotch, but not far. His hands also go to his flies and quickly, he pulls down the zipper and reaches inside his pants to release his own stiff erection.

  Now, I’m no prude, but neither am I an easy lay, but this is different, this isn't real, even if it feels like it is. I’m actually not really here kneeling on a jungle floor in front of two highly aroused men. I’m sat in a chair, somewhere, asleep. That thought has a great liberating effect on me and lowers my inhibitions completely. Whatever I do here isn't real, here I am, faced with two fine specimens of manhood barely inches away from my face. They look real, both with thick shafts entwined with purple veins, spiraling around and leading to bulbous heads. Imran’s cock is darker skinned than Zaiden’s and also slightly larger, both men are circumcised. I feel like a kid in a candy store, do I eat the licorice first or the sugar candy? Decisions, decisions. In the end my mind is made up for me as I feel Zaiden’s hands at the back of my head. He gently pushes me forward, pressing his erection through my slightly parted lips and into my welcoming mouth. The shaft is so thick that It stretches my jaws wide. He pushes my head further and further down the shaft, until the cock head is pressing at the back of my throat, causing me to gag. Then he slowly withdraws from my throat until my lips are wrapped around the ridge of his bell-end, and my tongue laps at the tip and probes the slit of his dick. Steadily, he pushes his member back into my mouth, again until I start to gag, but this time he doesn't stop but pushes on.

  “Just relax your throat, Ursula,” he commands. “When you start to gag, just swallow.”

  I did as he instructed and surprisingly, the gagging eased a little and became less uncomfortable. He withdraws almost all the way out again before plunging back into my mouth. I try the same technique and the tip of his cock goes down a little further. After a few more thrusts, his erection is buried deep in my throat and my nose presses against his wiry pubic hairs. Zaiden lets go of my head and I willingly bob my head up and down on his cock, slipping it all the way out, so the tip is resting against my lips, and then all the way back down in one easy motion. I feel so hot, my pussy is leaking juices into my panties and I simply can't get enough of his delicious cock as I worship it with my tongue and lips.

  I’m beginning to feel a little sorry for Imran, he seems left out as I pleasure his friend’s erection with my mouth. So, I reach up to fondle his cock, eager to have my fingers wrapped around his shaft, but when I go there someone has already beaten me to it. I’m shocked when I see that he isn't fondling his own erection, but Zaiden is! The shock doesn't end there. Looking up, I see that they have turned their heads to each other and are engaged in a passionate kiss, open mouthed with tongues entwined.

  I’m stunned, so much so that I splutter Zaiden’s erection from my lips. These guys seem so masculine, and definitely heterosexual, yet here they are obviously into each other’s sexuality. I’m beginning to wonder, rather disappointedly, if they have any need for me.

  Zaiden, realizing I’m no longer pleasuring him orally, looks down at me in surprise, “Don’t stop Ursula,” he begs. “That felt so fucking good.”

  Seems they do have a use for me after all and, frankly, watching the two of them in their passionate embrace only increases my own arousal levels. Maybe I should be put off by it, but so long as I get my fair share, I don't really care. I quickly wrap my lips back around his throbbing shaft and swallow it whole in one gulp.

  “Ohhh, fuck, yes, yes baby, suck it!’ Zaiden moans as my head bobs up and down on his shaft. My pussy is burning and in desperate need of some relief. Slipping my hand down my panties in search of my little nub of pleasure, I moan around the cock in my mouth when my fingertips brush against it, already slick from my wetness. I close my eyes and moan quietly, in ecstasy.

  It seems my pleasuring my self gives them the hint that they ought to be paying me more attention. Imran drops to his knees at the side of me, his hands wander all over my body, cupping my breasts he squeezes them firmly, his hands fumble at the laced up front, pulling it apart and exposing my bare breasts. My nipples are already stiff from my arousal, but they feel pleasantly painful as he rolls them between his finger and thumb, pulling and twisting at them.

  “Ahh, you bastard!” I cry out as I spit out Zaiden’s cock. Imran pulls and twists my nipples to their limit, shaking my breasts as he pulls. “That hurts!”

  “You want me to stop, slut?” he whispers in my ear, his breath hot and rasping.

  I say nothing but just push out my breasts in response, and he continues the cruel treatment of my nipples. The pain on the end of my tits is delicious, my nipples are burning at the abuse they’re receiving, but I’m loving it. So much so that I bury two fingers into my wetness, writhing my hips as I fuck myself with my fingers. Man this software is amazing, it is so realistic that I find it hard to believe this is all a dream, and by just saying my release word I would wake up on a reclining seat in a room full of computers.

  Zaiden withdraws from my mouth, my lips still forming an “O” shape as he drops to the floor in a seated position, his cock stiff and quivering, still wet from my oral ministrations. As if that is his cue, Imran pushes on the top half of my body, forcing me over on all fours, my face once again in front of Zaidens quivering member, my lips pucker out and kiss it lovingly.

  I feel my panties being ripped off my body. Realizing my fingers are still buried in my wetness, I feel no shame as I’m far too aroused to stop, and anyway, this is just a game. Imran roughly pulls my fingers out of my pussy, instantly replacing them with his stiff cock. I let out a long sigh of lust, at last I have what I really want, a thick throbbing cock buried between my legs.

  We all three work in unison as Imran pushes into my pussy, I push my mouth down Zaiden’s shaft until it’s lodged in my throat. I’m quite proud of myself, how quickly I’ve learned the deep throat technique, but I doubt I will be adding it to my CV. Imran's thrusting becomes more urgent, more aggressive, and I feel my knees give way as I collapse onto my front. My sensitive nipples rub against the rough ground and my mound presses into the dirt as Imran pounds me.

  I
feel Imran’s lips against my cheek as he plants little kisses towards my mouth. My lips are still wrapped around Zaidens dick. He doesn't stop when he reaches my mouth, instead he flicks out his tongue and laps at his friend’s shaft as it slips out of my mouth. Clearly wanting more, he pulls my head away from Zaiden’s cock and in one single move he slips his own lips over the end, and swallows it whole, not stopping until his nose is buried in his friend’s pubic hair.

  Man, that looks so hot, I’ve never seen anyone give a blow job before and it drives me wild with desire. As Imran’s lips travel back up the shaft, he lets them slip off the end and I immediately engulf it in my mouth. We alternated like that, each one of us orally worshiping Zaiden’s cock.

  I’m behaving like a wanton slut, but I simply don't care. I can't get enough of these two men, one fucking my mouth and the other fucking my pussy. Imran starts to move in and out of me faster, filling me with his thickness. His fingers probe for my clitoris, and when he finds it he rubs it furiously, adding to the passionate sensations that are coursing through me. He starts to thrust even faster now, and we’re rutting like animals, my head banging into Zaiden’s groin, my lips still wrapped around his cock. My nipples stiff and painful from the chaffing of the floor with the friction from Imran’s thrusting. I feel my orgasm building deep inside, a hot wave of pleasure rippling through me. They must be as close as I am as they both increase their speed, one in my pussy the other in my mouth. They both search for the same release as I do. The passion inside of me has built to such a pressure that I cannot hold back any longer. I pull my lips from Zaiden’s erection and scream out when I climax, as wave after wave of pleasure racks at my body. Imran pushes deep into me and holds it there, then with an animalistic grunt, his cock swells even thicker as he empties his seed into my body. At exactly the same moment, I hear Zaiden moan, he shoots his cum, hot and sticky, all over my face.

  Imran collapses on top of me, pressing me into the hard jungle floor with my face still buried in Zaiden’s crotch. We lay there together, in a heap and completely satisfied and exhausted. Suddenly they are both gone, disappearing from under me, and I lay there alone, cum running down my face and out of my pussy onto the jungle floor.

  I say my escape word and I’m instantly awake and still seated in my chair. Imran and Zaiden stand at my sides, both with huge grins on their faces.

  It takes a while for my head to completely clear, and we all relax in one of the cool lounges. It’s so hard for my mind to adjust to the fact that my experience wasn’t real. It sure felt real. When I made love to those guys it gave me all the pleasure that I would feel physically, in the real world. Now I’m questioning what the real world is. Maybe I’m still in a dream. That’s going to be the main problem, I think, for these games. Keeping a grip on reality. They affect the brain so vividly that I suspect it might send the vulnerable in the wrong direction, and tip their sanity.

  Chapter 5 Private Lunch

  The following day, after my dream game, I seem to feel no side effects. We’re asked before we enter the games, to write a report on our experiences, adding any recommendations that we have. In my report I suggest that there needs to be an adjustment period when exiting the games. I believe that, at this time, these games shouldn't be allowed in the home. There could be game centers where staffs are on hand to ensure a good equilibrium in the state of one’s mind, of the players. This needs to be approached with caution. It’s not as if these guys need the money. It’s an art that they have created and should be respected as such. A bull fighter wouldn’t confront the bull outside of the arena. My recommendation is for virtual reality gaming centers. That way all software and hardware can remain the property of the company. Players come to the centers and buy time to play on the games

  I find myself sat in the canteen musing over my experience of yesterday. Ever since the adventure in the dream game, everything else is an anti-climax. It’s not that I’m not enjoying the recruitment process, I really want this job, even more now, but after yesterday everything else seems so mundane.

  “Hi, Ursula,” a voice pulls me out of my thoughts and I look up to see Zaiden and Imran stood in front of me. “You ready for another day?” he asks.

  Well, the both looked exactly how I remember them from yesterday’s experience. I can’t bring myself to answer as I suspect my mind might be a bit confused for a few days to come.

  “We didn’t really talk yesterday as you were tired. We personally created the unique game you participated in,” Imran tells me, giving me his impish grin.

  “The concept is amazing and has unbound possibilities, this is very, very exciting,” I reply. “But, it’s not without its flaws, as well,” I dare to add.

  “Let’s go for lunch. We’ve just read your report and we want to ask you some stuff,” Zaiden suggests.

  I expected to eat in the staff canteen as there seems to be no hierarchy in this place. Sure, there are bosses and workers, but every one eats together, works together and quite often play together. I was surprised though, when we headed to the elevator and took it to the top floor, the executive suites. They led me to a private room, very plushly decorated and adorned with works of art, some hung on walls and others on tables and shelving. All three of us sit on a huge couch, in the middle of the room

  “Can you just sit like that, and don’t move an inch?” Zaiden says to me.

  I freeze on the spot, unsure what the problem is. Then he leans forward and presses his lips to mine.

  “I’m sorry,” he says, pulling away. “I just had to see if you tasted as good in real life, and you know what, you do.”

  “What you guys have created is unreal,” I manage to stutter, thinking that he tastes delicious too. “I mean, it seems real enough, but it’s surreal, I suppose.”

  “It’s not quite perfected yet,” Imran tells me, smiling. “But it’s the next step in gaming, a look into the future and one that guarantees our legacy. A chance to live in a virtual reality world, not just watching and listening, but participating. We’re very excited about it.”

  “What if I’d picked a different game, say the gladiator arena?” I ask, trying to remember one of the other games. “How would people cope with being injured, or killed even?”

  “We limit the amount of sensation that a player can feel. But there’s just enough feeling to make it realistic. Of course you can’t die. Should you die in the game you are simply reborn at an earlier stage, just like in a normal video game. You can set the sensitivity setting to your liking. Had you chosen the gladiator arena, you wouldn't have had the pleasure of our company.”

  “Are you glad you chose the steamy romance?” Imran interrupts us.

  Once again, I feel myself blushing. I have a feeling the sensitivity selector was turned up to full in my game yesterday.

  “I am, yes,” I admit, and quickly change the subject. “I would love to help build up the story scenarios within the limitations allowed,” I add. I see an opportunity to push myself forward and I take it.

  “That’s exactly why we wish to talk to you, Ursula, we have a couple of propositions to put to you,” he says, smiling.

  I think I must have sat there staring at the two of them with my mouth gaping open, and awaiting for my body to come out of the shock. I feel like I’m still hooked up to the dream games and any moment I will awaken on that soft padded chair.

  Chapter 6 Living a Dream

  “We’d like you to be head of our creative department on the dream games development. You will have complete creative control and a staff of 15 to help you. Your remuneration will be generous and there will be other benefits, he smiles that rueful smile and I wonder if these two are the benefits in question.

  “What do you say, Ursula, do you want the job, do you want us?” Zaiden being more implicit than his friend regarding the benefits package.

  So, not only are they offering me a dream job, but also a relationship with two of the richest men in the US, if not the world. This offer seem
s too good to be true, but I’m uncertain how the relationship angle will work, we hardly know each other and any contact we’ve had so far has only been in a virtual world.

  Zaiden must have sensed my uncertainty as he places his hand on mine.

  “No rush, Ursula, I realise its’ a big step for you, especially the relationship thing.”

  “Are they both mutually exclusive?” I dare to ask. “Do they both come together, can I refuse the relationship, and still take the job?”

  “Look, Ursula, business will always come before pleasure, that’s why we’ve been able to build such a successful enterprise. Our first priority is to ensure you’re part of our team and that we can use your skills to make this company even more successful,” he pauses with a smile on his face, but I can see disappointment in his eyes. “If that’s all you want, then we will respect that.”

  “Hmmm, would it be fair to the others if I’m sleeping with the bosses?”