Warlord (17 page)

“You trusted me,” she breathed, kissing the tip of his organ, sucking the never-ending drop of fluid that kept reappearing, then plunging her mouth over him again, driving her orifice over and over his shaft, sucking and pulling on each upstroke of her mouth. She could not take all of him because of his length and so she brought her hands up to help, first cupping them lightly under his balls, rolling them gently between her fingers as he ached and hissed with pleasure.

Arystan reached behind him, gathering furs under his head so that he could see the very erotic sight of the beautiful woman fucking him with her mouth.

“You believed in me,” she sighed, taking his head in her mouth and sucking deeply on it then planting kisses up and down the shaft. She brought her hands up and rolled them gently over the head, coating them with pre-cum while she licked and sucked at the base with her tongue. Then she switched, licking and sucking her fingers as he watched, his black eyes hard as diamonds. She began to rub her hands up and down his shaft rapidly, firmly, but soft so that it was pleasant, caressing him, and his head fell back against the furs, sighing with pleasure as Sara’s hot hands encased and engulfed him. Then, she brought her mouth over him again, plunging it over as far as she could take him in, bobbing faster as she licked, sucked and aroused his pulsing, spasming cock.

He groaned again, reaching for her hair, trying to wrap his hands in it as she writhed sexily between his legs.

“Arystan,” she whispered, her hands working feverishly over the base of his pole up to the head and back again, “I would never, ever cause harm to you.” She fell to him with her mouth, worshiping him, as her hands continued to caress, rub and stimulate him.

He felt his heart tightening at her words. Not only had she not harmed him, would never harm him, the woman had risked her life for him. He suddenly had the urge to violently shake her, to make her see how foolish she had been, how she should not have placed herself in danger, and, of course, he still felt overwhelming guilt over his treatment of her. Not able to admit his feelings and bursting with need and emotion, he dealt with it the only way he knew how, swinging his legs over the bed, grabbing Sara by the shoulders and lifting her bodily to the floor in front of him.

“The skins. Get down,” he said hoarsely. “On your knees, Sara.”

That was all the command Sara needed, feeling a gush of fluid slide from her as she repositioned herself before Arystan, between his legs, her face even with his huge, glistening organ, her eyes turned up to him, liquid, lustful, sloe and dark. She leaned in and kissed the magnificent patch of curling black hair, teasing him with her lips, bringing her mouth under his cock, sucking and tasting the sensitive area at the base of the shaft and then licking at his balls, taking first one and then the other in her mouth, rolling them with her tongue as Arystan’s hands stiffened over the furs, his body tensed with pleasure.

“Enough, Sara. Enough teasing,” Arystan snapped darkly, reaching down to her neck, bringing his hands under her hair and running his dark fingers through it until they were wrapped securely in her long, brown locks, then tightening his hold further, pulling outward on her hair, until she winced, whimpering at bit, but completely aroused by his dominance, his turning of the tables, taking the control away from her.

“Now, suck,” he ordered, forcing her mouth over his huge shaft, causing her to choke and gag as he brought himself into her fiercely. He backed off slightly, allowing her to recover. He knew that he was huge and she couldn’t take all of him, but gods, she had started this, asked for this and now he was going to push her to her limits.

Sara opened her mouth, willingly, ready to accept him again, loving the feel of his hands in her hair, so strong and controlling. She knew she held some power over him simply because of his feelings for her and because of the act she was performing, but Arystan was not a man who ceded sexual power easily, even to Sara, and despite her allure, when he exercised that power she had no choice but to surrender to him. Not that she minded.

He guided her over him, plunging his cock into her willing orifice fucking her in a slow rhythm at first, thrusting into her mouth, her wetness enveloping him, Sara tightening her lips and tongue on the upstroke, sucking as she drew back. He thought she felt like heaven as he continued, not letting his grip slacken, sensing how much she liked his hands wound so tightly in her hair, a tangible display of his power over her.

Sara brought her hands up again. His shaft was fully wet now, coated with her saliva and his pre-cum and she wound her fingers and palms around the parts she couldn’t reach with her mouth, stimulating him, sliding her hands over the lower part of his shaft, at a faster pace than her mouth, reaching under his cock to finger his balls lightly as she worked. He began to compel her mouth to keep pace with her hands, forcing her over his cock faster, as Sara gagged again, but he didn’t allow her to stop this time. He wound his hands deeper in her hair, increasing his grip, not breaking tempo, thrusting and plunging into her, dragging her over him as she brought him closer to the rapturic pinnacle.

Arystan’s head was thrown back now, his black hair damp, his mouth hanging open, his eyes beginning to roll back in his head as he savored the feel of Sara’s hot, sultry mouth sucking, kissing, working her tongue and lips expertly as he pulled her over his cock again and again, harder, faster, Sara sucking as if her life depended on it.

Arystan felt his balls drawing up on themselves, the pleasure mounting, the familiar urge to pummel her harder, sweetness gathering at the base of his spine. He looked down at Sara on her knees, a mass of cinnamon hair falling around his thighs, her hot, sweet lips wrapped around his dark, reddened shaft as if she worshiped his cock, revered it, venerated it. He shuddered, thinking it was quite possibly the most erotic sight he had even seen, and the sight of her catapulted him over the edge as he felt himself exploding, pushing deep into her throat, holding himself there, forcing Sara’s head against his abdomen, shooting wave after wave of white, hot sticky fluid down her throat, convulsing, jerking with delight as he released jets of pleasure into her, Sara swallowing as rapidly she could, drinking him, consuming him, as he clutched her to him desperately as if her mouth was his eternal salvation.

Finally, the pulsing slowed and Arystan released her as Sara gently moved back from him, her tongue dragging sensually around her mouth, drawing every drop of his essence into her. His head fell forward and his black eyes met hers where she remained on her knees, her hands gently resting on her thighs, panting prettily, her blue eyes dark and hungry.

He felt a small throb as he reached down and lifted her up onto the furs next to him, falling backwards and then rolling onto his side next to her. He raised himself up one elbow and brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead, running his hand down her cheek as she closed her eyes and sighed.

“Sara,” he breathed. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

She brought his hand to her lips and kissed it. He remembered how she had done that on the first night he had met her. He gave quiet thanks to whatever spirits put Sara in his path, although if he had actually known, he might not have been so gracious.

He felt himself swelling again and drew his hand away from her lips, replacing it with his mouth as he kissed her slowly, gently, thoroughly. He brought his hand to her back, running it lightly over her skin, tracing her spine, moving lower toward the dip of her hips and over the swell over her buttocks, and then drew his fingers between her globes, pausing suggestively as he applied a small pressure between them, causing her to squirm and her eyes to widen.

“What, woman?” he growled, pulling her to him forcibly. “Don’t look at me that way.

We haven’t even begun to explore the things I want to do with you . . . to you. Perhaps not tonight,” he said, tracing her lips with his tongue and pulling on her lower lip with his teeth a bit, “but don’t doubt that we will.” Sara whimpered as he drew his slightly roughened hand back up over her hips, the curve of her belly, under her arm, and up to her throat, leaving trails of molten fire, and then he lifted her chin slightly and licked at it roughly underneath.

Sara cried out softly, trying to fight back the growing need within her, pushing back the haze of eroticism, as she turned to him, needing to speak.

Arystan knew what she wanted to say.

“Shhh. Don’t say anything more, Sara,” he whispered, grazing her cheek again, watching her eyes half-close at his contact and then open again to focus on him. His heart was full as his eyes swept over her, burning into her like black cinders.

“We’ve said enough to each other. Let our bodies speak for us now,” Arystan said.

He brought his hand down further, drawing it over her neck, wrapping his strong hand around her throat and pressing for a moment, the way she liked it, watching her respond as her eyes flew open and he held his hand there, giving her a searing kiss and then releasing her, as she panted up at him, whispering his name, her eyes ablaze with fire for him and him alone. Her passionate responses to his touch, his affections, profoundly moved him as he looked on her in almost open wonder, her blue eyes still locked to his, her body rippling, ready for him.

He was more than physically ready, his cock straining and throbbing, but he didn’t want to take her quite yet as he traced small circles from her neck lower and lower until he reached her breasts and then bent his mouth to them. Her nipples were rigid buds, tight and swollen, and he flicked his tongue roughly across one, marveling at its hardness as Sara let out a shriek and arched against him. He moved to the other, worrying the taut peak with his tongue and teeth as he gripped the full firmness of her other breast in his hand, his thumb brushing and rubbing at the nipple while he simultaneously stimulated the other with his mouth. Sara cried out, clutching at Arystan’s hands, trying to draw them away from her, the mixed pleasure and pain almost unendurable.

He captured her hands, bringing them above her head as he slowly rolled his body over onto hers, his cock fully erect, pressing into her belly. Her hands still restrained, he rolled his tongue in circles around her areolas, lapping and sucking at her nipples before he brought his teeth over one and tugged on it, causing Sara to let loose a string of obscenities as she bucked against him, almost angrily. He pulled back, looking at her with amusement.

“You know, Sara,” he said, biting the other nipple hard as he pumped against her with his hips. “The first time I ever wanted to fuck you, you were restrained. Almost exactly like this.” He eyed her hands above her head as he sucked on her nipple again, rolling it in his teeth as she cried out and arched so strongly, she lifted his body slightly. Arystan looked at her, surprised. He was considerably larger than Sara. “You are strong for such a small woman,” he admitted. “But still,” he said, pulling at the flesh on her neck, kissing her lightly, teasing her as she strained, one hand holding her wrists effortlessly against the furs, “I never did get the chance to explore you, much less fuck you when you were bound.” His eyes flicked to the pole in the center of the yurt and her eyes widened yet again.

“Of course,” he said, kissing her chin and letting his free hand slide down her side, over her navel, until it rested lightly on her clit, causing her to hiss, “as much as I would enjoy it, I think that will also have to wait for another time. It’s time to demonstrate our mutual gratitude.”

Without releasing her wrists, he slid inside her fully, feeling her warm sheath immediately clutch around him as Sara reacted powerfully to his words and his possession and shuddered, releasing a gushing climax around his cock, brokenly screaming his name.

“Oh gods!” Arystan managed gutturally as he stroked into her, her pussy shuddering, gripping, sucking at him as Sara moaned and panted as she pulled at his lips, trying to get him to kiss her as she drifted down from her climax.

He obliged her, snaking his tongue into her mouth, scouring it, entwining with hers as he continued the powerful thrusts of his cock, unable and unwilling to stop, even as she continued to pulse weakly around him. Her response to his penetration was heady indeed. But gods, she felt so good and the headiness went straight to his loins, a deep urge to possess and consume her suddenly racing through his body like an inferno, a liquid fire flowing through him. Why, Arystan did not understand, but he subconsciously needed this woman to be his, needed her as if she were the sun that warmed him, the blood that flowed through him, the air he breathed.

Sara felt the change in his body as Arystan tensed, suddenly driving deeper, seized by the powerful urge to claim her responses for him alone. His fire poured over her, flames licking up her thighs and coursing through her body. She wrapped her legs around him, allowing him greater access, unable to move her arms, but welcoming and straining against him with her hips, her belly, her breasts, her soft body gliding under his hardness, the distant sensation of discomfort mixed with gratification. Sara loved the fact that Arystan would give himself to her this way . . . tender, passionate, teasing and affectionate at times, but at other times . . . oh, gods, she wanted all of him, his length, his girth, every inch, the pain with the pleasure.

He began to deepen his thrusts, watching her as he buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping forcefully against her thighs, their bodies merging, melding, fusing as he pounded unmercifully into her deep, sucking, hot, wet orifice. Arystan was losing himself, falling to his brutal nature again. He knew that she was strong, that she could take him even though she was small, that she loved the way he gave into his dark side, taking his pleasure of her with abandon. But still he tried to hold back, finding it difficult to separate his heart from his lust, not knowing quite yet how to merge the two.

Arystan saw Sara’s need in her eyes, encouraging him, and slowly allowed the curtain to roll back as he bent to her greedily, control receding as he pistoned even faster, hitting her cervix so hard she screamed with each contact, but did not beg for him to stop.