by Sierra Brave
“Trust me.”
Shivering, Kepes tried to relax. Horsewomen of the Steppe seldom relinquished control, but her entire body burned with desire. A light mist of perspiration covered her tawny skin and the area between her legs ached for satisfaction. The pungent scent of cannabis combined with the taste of fermented mare’s milk on her lips blurred her reason. She remained still, allowing him to lace the scarf down her arms and tie the ends above her elbows.
She blinked, opening her eyes to see his chiseled facial features above her. He lowered his head, brushing his lips against hers as his fingers worked her braids, separating the strands and gently combing through them with his fingers before pushing the pads of his fingers down on her head to massage her scalp. She cooed and mewed. No man had ever taken such time and treated her so precious.
She breathed deeply, surrendering to her inclination to let everything go. D’Jwan’s strong hands pampered her body, alternating between the heat of his skin and the sumptuousness of the silk scarves. He moved between her legs. Finally! She held her breath in anticipation but he didn’t enter her. Instead, he raised her leg, kissing each of her toes while he whisked the scarf up and down her thigh. Panting, she lifted her pelvis, attempting to sway the fluid movements toward her throbbing clit.
“Plea...please.” Her throaty murmurs sounded desperate.
Sweetly, he nibbled at her ankle. “All in good time.” His voice was deep and masculine yet filled with the cockiness of youth.
Kepes quivered, releasing a strangled moan as the sumptuous fabric finally made contact with her cunt. “Yes!”
He worked the scarf like a seasoned concubine, scooting, sliding and fluttering its soft, creamy flexibility. One second the fabric tweaked her clit and the next the silk fanned her sensitive nub with cool air before changing yet again to stimulate other sensitive spots. Back and forth, round and round, up and down, the amazing sensations flapped and flowed. Kepes twisted her hips, writhing as her eyes rolled back to look at the ceiling. Her body shook and she cried out in ecstasy. She lifted her buttocks, squeezing her pelvic muscles tight as she quivered, her cunt raining the nectar of sweet release. Huffing, she caught her breath, blinking as she focused on the remarkable man who had brought her ecstasy with only a scarf and left her in a pool of bliss. He loomed over her, offering a smug smile before turning his gaze toward the other two women.
“Who would you have me serve next?” His words fell on Kepes’s ears as she panted, tiny aftershocks holding her senses in thrall.
Micah’s heart thumped so hard the pounding vibrated up into her throat. For what seemed like an eternity, she had sat on her knees, pressing her thighs together as she clasped hands with Scyleia and watched in awe. How could this pale-haired dirt toiler turn a sexually seasoned nomad like Kepes into a moaning, writhing mess? Many a time, Micah had witnessed her hot-blooded friend fuck a warrior on horseback at full gallop. She had to experience this man’s skill! Licking her lips, she reached out with her free hand. “I go next.”
The beautiful stranger rolled Kepes over to the other side of the large cushion with one hand while taking Micah’s hand in his other palm. His grip hardy, he yanked her forward. His strength propelled her in his direction and if he had not grabbed her waist, she would have likely ended up on her head. Instead, he guided her onto her back, practically smacking her down in the other direction with her feet now inhabiting the space where Kepes’s head had previously been.
He leaned down and kissed her lips, softly at first, but soon his tongue pushed through, ravenously stroking hers. Breaking away, he sat upon his knees, looking her over from head to toe as if he were taking in the size of her. He tilted his head, looking off to the side for a tick before a toothy smile dominated his face, lighting up his eyes and pushing his cheeks upward. He held up his large palms as if he were displaying a weapon. “With my bare hands, you shall be conquered.”
Before Micah could comment, he grasped her thighs, one in each hand, and thrust them apart, quickly positioning his body between her legs. He balanced on his knees as he reached down, his hand closed save for two extended fingers. Starting at the shell of her ear, he traced the curvature with a slow, easy touch, using only slight pressure. He barely touched her at all, yet a tingle soared downward as if a spy had snuck in and invaded her most intimate spots. A tense, sexual yearning hung heavily over her breasts even while traveling lower to reside between her thighs as surely as if he had been caressing her entire body.
“Aghhh.” She parted her lips, her chest rising and falling as she remained as still as she could.
Quivering, she gaped at his handsome features. His long hair framed his triangle-shaped face and cleft chin. His large, Roman nose fit well with his rugged jaw and prominent cheekbones. Her gaze dipped lower to take in more of his form. From his broad shoulders, well-defined abdominals and everywhere below, everything about this man screamed strength and masculinity. His large cock, hard and dripping, stood proud, swaying as he worked yet he had not entered Kepes, and Micah feared he did not intend to take her either.
She trembled as he scooted two fingertips down her jawline achingly deliberate. When he reached her chin, he changed directions, his touch gliding down her neck. Guttural sounds caught in her throat as he paused, allowing his fingers to linger in the soft area above her clavicle. He applied the slightest pressure, gently rubbing the area in a circular motion. As if under a spell, Micah froze in place. He coaxed forth a lust from her throat she had never realized resided there. A tortured moan escaped her lips, seemingly spurring him onward.
D’Jwan’s fingers moved like butterfly wings, tracing her collarbone until suddenly his large hand closed around her throat. Gradually, he tightened his grip without ever squeezing hard enough to cause her fear. As if grabbing the raging lust he had lured up from her gullet, he held the force-of-nature in the place where her body found its voice. As he tightened and released his grip, a powerful euphoria coiled in her belly, driving her close to release. He loosened his hold on her throat only to repeat the process, exerting his power twice more before he directed his attention to her heaving chest.
The nectar of Micah’s lust poured down her thighs as she breathed in the cannabis dense air. As if dancing joyfully, he moved his fingers over her breast. For the first time, he used his entire hand, caressing the fleshy mound.
“Mmmm,” Micah cooed but soon gasped as his grasp became more controlling. The bottom portion on her breast rested in his palm while he positioned his thumb above the circle of her nipple. He curled his fingers upward, the calloused pad of his thumb pushing into her flesh until an acute pinching sensation sent a throbbing jolt to her nether regions. “Ah!”
She marveled at his intuition, wondering how he knew exactly where and how much pain he should exert to draw forth such pleasing sensations. He used his other hand to accelerate the hunt for her climax, joining the pursuit and recreating the phenomenon with the other breast simultaneously.
No longer able to keep still, Micah arched her back and bucked her hips with need as he caressed her breasts. He’d release one only to dominate the other, again and again until she was sure she would die if she didn’t soon find release. Without shame, she howled like a wanton banshee, delighting in the conflicting sensations of pleasure and pain. As he freed her breasts from his grasp, she whimpered.
He reached for her hips and roughly turned her over onto her stomach. “Fuck!” Her comment was more of a plea than an exclamation as she growled. With her hot, flustered ass now exposed to the much cooler air, a warm flush of humility covered Micah’s face and ears. She turned her head toward the area where she had previously been seated while she’d watched D’Jwan work Kepes over. Scyleia had not moved an inch but Kepes had managed to crawl over to perch beside her. Her hands and arms still bound together; her once beautiful hair was now a sweat-drenched mess. As the two warrior women locked gazes, Kepes nodded as if to say she understood.
From the look in Kepes’s eye
s, Micah was sure her friend did. Scyleia didn’t. How could she? No one could possibly understand the exhilarating torment without experiencing being pushed to the edge only to be left dangling there. The agonizing craving to be filled and to clench down on a hard, stiff cock drove her nearly mad, but the searing sizzle of his teasing felt too good to resist. And so, Micah remained his willing victim.
His thick manhood rested against her back as he straddled her and took hold of her shoulders. He pushed his fingers against her skin, massaging deep into her road-weary muscles. She moaned again, differently this time, caught off-guard by the more relaxing, less dominating contact. A flutter developed in her belly as the excitement he’d elicited immediately beforehand nipped at her awareness while the gentle touch of his current endeavors sent her heart galloping. As he worked his way downward, he scooted back. His sack and cock rested against her ass as he rubbed her lower back. Dying for more, he arched her back, wiggling her fleshy bottom against his throbbing shaft. If only he would just enter me!
He ignored her silent pleas, treating her muscles to a deep-tissue massage. She groaned, closing her eyes. The slight weight he had burdened her with disappeared as he moved, repositioning his body to kneel next to her. Only the weight of his hand resting on the small of her back remained until a sudden crack of pain caused her to blink her eyelids open as she squealed. He had struck her ass with his open hand!
Again, his large palm landed on her rear, making a smacking sound. Micah breathed heavily. The shock of being hit had thrown her but after a lifetime in the saddle, her backside was more than tough enough to take a beating. His hand rose and fell with increasing speed, landing all over her round bottom, warming her skin to a simmer. She cooed in response to the bittersweet awareness stirring across her flesh. A buzzing torrent of sensation built between her legs with every swat. She wiggled her ass and writhed, hot cream saturating her cunt.
“Lift that ass.” His gruff tone sent a shiver flying along her spine.
Micah complied, leaving her head and shoulders down on the cushion while moving her legs and balancing on her knees. D’Jwan landed a couple of sharp smacks to her sit spots before surprising her by slipping a finger into her drenched slit. “Oohh!”
“You are ready?”
“Yes.” Micah smiled, sighing hopefully. She wanted him to slide his cock deep inside her. He pushed another finger between her swollen folds before plunging the digits within her aching pussy. She moaned appreciatively as his fingers twisted and turned, stimulating her while seeking out the right spot. She squealed as he found and palpated the sensitive area. She arched her back while bucking her hips. Tucking her next to his side, he wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her still as his fingers plucked at her pleasure zone. She pushed back, grinding against his knuckles.
Her cunt stretched to accommodate yet another finger while he twirled his hand to leave his thumb resting on the pinkish nub over her swollen pillows of tender flesh. Three long fingers jammed into her hard and fast while his thumb caressed her button.
Micah widened her stance to allow him better access to her needy cunt. “More!”
D’Jwan had a skilled, almost magical, touch and his rhythm lured her into a hypnotic daze, her breath syncing with his movements. Harder and harder he rammed his fingers into her, each time pinpointing the right spot. Micah moved her hips in time with his hand while panting heavily. The pressure built in the pit of her belly as the exhilaration grew. The starving beast inside her stood on the edge of oblivion, and she planned to chase the desire to the underworld if necessary. As his thumb applied more pressure, Micah’s entire body shook. She clenched down on his fingers and cried out in rapture.
Her muscles contracted in spasms as she struggled to catch her breath. Now sated, the animal within her slept as he removed his sopping-wet digits from within her. She rolled over onto her back in time to see him lap her juices from his fingers, her heart leaping at the vision.
D’Jwan tasted the handmaiden’s savory essence, slurping over each finger one at a time until they were clean. She rested next to him, crumbled on the cushion like a balled-up parchment. He patted her still-pink bottom, admiring the lines where his handprints met uninitiated flesh.
“Trade places with her.” He nodded toward Scyleia, who appeared to be chomping at the bit for her turn.
With some apparent difficulty, Micah crab-walked backward until she could collapse next to her cohort.
The last handmaiden was quite comely with long if slightly bowed legs, large breasts, and a pretty face. Her soft facial features stood in great contrast to her stiff, protruding nipples. She shared the same bronze complexion, raven hair, and dark-brown eyes as the other two, but when she smiled a slight gap showed between her two front teeth.
He wanted to drive his throbbing staff into her, pound her hard until he toes curled and she squealed. The inclination to quench his lust had his sack tight and his cock twitching. He couldn’t hold out much longer. He had taken his time with the other two, wringing the pleasure out slowly but he would devour the beauty before him quickly.
Scyleia’s stomach simmered with anticipation as she took her place in front of her handsome prisoner. Never before had she seen Kepes and Micah so enraptured, and she couldn’t wait to find out what the stranger had in store for her.
He grabbed a handful of her loose locks, tugging slightly as he guided her down onto her back. Not one to wait for a man to take charge, she grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. He returned the kiss with gusto but put a stop to her attempt to dominate by grabbing her hands and pinning them down on either side of her head. Never one to surrender without a fight, Scyleia wrapped her legs around him and bucked her hips, pressing her sex against his erection.
Without further pleasantries, D’Jwan broke from the kiss and ducked down, pushing her thighs apart while lifting her legs over his shoulders. Scyleia growled as he nuzzled her inner thigh, lapping at the slickness that had already accumulated there during his live show. His lips brushed against the tender folds of her cunt before he extended his tongue and attended to her womanhood like a mother cat bathes her kittens. Nimbly, his tongue journeyed into every dip and crevice of her sultry folds, testing for sensitivity.
She grabbed his head, pushing his face deeper while twisting strands of his hair around her fingers. His tongue twirled around her aching button, sending her into fits of moaning. She lifted her pelvis, swaying her hips, wanting more. She cried out as two fingers pierced her cunt and nudged a sweet spot.
He quickened the pace of his tongue movements, flickering up and down as he shook his head back and forth much like a coyote takes out a viper. His fingers fucked her vigorously while his lips drew her button into his mouth. As his tongue danced wildly, hitting all her best spots and sending a buzzing current of delightful awareness along her flesh, the only thing the powerful and strong-willed Scyleia could do was clamp her thighs against his cheeks, arch her back and cry out in ecstasy. She tightened her belly, attempting to hold onto the coiling pressure, but every fiber of her being seemed to have caught fire as she lost control. Pushed over the edge onto a wave of climax, she flopped like a fish out of water, panting and moaning.
Prying her thighs open, D’Jwan lifted his head and smirked as he popped his fingers inside his mouth and tasted her. Reaching out with his other hand, he rubbed her stomach gently as she caught her breath.
“Come, traveler. You have proven your worth. You may entertain me and I will peer into your soul.”
The new voice caught his attention and he whirled in the direction from where the sound came. Stepping out from behind a hanging tapestry, a tall, beautiful woman greeted him. All of these women were fair of face and enticing of body but this one moved with an air of authority with her head held high and regally. Her straight back and shoulders presented her pert, buxom breasts, tantalizing him and making his cock sway. Surely, he was standing in the presence of his grandmother’s goddess.
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br /> He dropped to his knees, placing his forehead on the rug-covered floor as he crept toward the deity. He reached forward to touch her ankle but then thought better of putting his hand on her without permission Instead, he moved closer, worshiping at her feet and bestowing her toes with sweet kisses.
“Stand, worthy traveler.”
He followed her command, hurrying to his feet. Surprisingly, the lovely woman nearly matched him in height, save a few inches. Like her handmaidens, the goddess was nearly naked, save for a sheer scarf tied about her hips and a plethora of sparkling gold adornments. Her long, dark hair hung loose except for two small braids on either side of her face and she wore a crown-like headdress of gold trees. An incredibly detailed and ornate pectoral necklace with three rows depicting images of horses and warriors adorned her chest. One of her upper arms bore a similarly decorative, gold gauntlet, and golden antelope bracelets graced both of her petite wrists. Even her ears were adorned with small, dangling chains of delicate filigree jewelry, leaving no doubt of this woman’s status as a deity.
“I am your humble servant, Goddess.”
Her plump lips twisted into a smirk before her eyes softened and she smiled. “Thus far, your offering has pleased me well. You may call me Xia.”
“But I am unworthy to utter your precious name.” He shook his head vigorously.
Reaching out, she cupped his cheek, silencing him. “I will judge who is worthy.” Her gaze traveled down his stomach, landing and lingering on his engorged cock.
He swallowed hard. “I’m yours to command.”
Taking his hand, she led him to a clean, felt-covered futon rolled out on the other side of a long decorative tapestry that had been rigged to hang from a couple of roof poles. Trailing behind her, D’Jwan noticed her skin bore a tattoo of a stag over one of her hips and part of her lower back. The goddess’s body, though exotic and stunning, exhibited many differences from the round, soft women he had previously known. Rather than the frailty often seen in the feminine sex, her thin arms and small shoulders rippled with definition. Her biceps, stomach, and thighs displayed firmly corrugated, powerful muscle while her small hands and feet remained markedly womanly.
