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Pagan
By Christina Stoke
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Pagan
By Christina Stoke
Published 2003
Published by Allure Books, P.O. Box 40756, Eugene, Oregon 97404.
Copyrighted © 2003 Christina Stoke. All rights resevered. No part
of this publication maybe reproduced, stored in a retrieval system,
or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechani-
cal, recording or otherwise, without written permission from the
author.
Manufactured in the United States of America
Allure Books
This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogues in
this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be con-
strued as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living
or dead, is completely coincidental.
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Chapter One
“
W
hat
are you?” Pug Lord growled, as his heavy jowls swayed with
his fierceness and the ever present drool dripped down his protruding
lower lip.
Maya flinched, snatching one of her hands instinctively between her
naked thighs, as she knelt before the mangy-faced Pug Lord. Her fingers
trembled over the small ring pierced through her clitoris, and the possible
source of excruciating pain if she did not answer quickly and correctly.
Even as she opened her mouth to answer, her gaze watched Pug Lord’s
leathery finger with its stained and cracked canine claw, as it twitched
over the button controlling the pain inducing clitoris ring.
“I am a pet,” Maya said as clearly as she could force her trembling
voice to respond, while her bare breasts quaked. Pug Lord’s sharp and
immediate growling made Maya cower, and she added with haste, “A
pleasure pet, master.” Pug Lord’s answer was a short rumbling grunt in
the closest thing he ever did approaching approval.
The pain would not come this time.
Oh, how she hated the foul
pug-beast with all her heart, wishing over and over again that she was
strong enough to attack the beast and defeat him. Her naked skin trem-
bled with the vulnerability of its exposure and with constant drowning
feelings that had been her companions for months now. It was all so
confusing to her, because her people had never known there were space
vessels that moved between the stars, until the Pug Lords had come to the
gentle farmlands of Ionia, her home, stealing her and all the other women
away. She still remembered too vividly, and in her nightmares, the unreal
shock of being hunted and captured by the pug-beasts.
The pugs walked upright like the men of her homeland, but they
hunted on all four of their large paws, and they were twice the size and
girth of the men of Ionia. The pugs hunted in packs and used stout poles
with rope collars on the end to drop down over the head, then tighten
around the neck of their prey. But, she remembered with clarity that they
did not need the leash-poles with their savage fangs, sharp claws, and
incredible lopping speed.
It had been a nightmare come alive. One moment she was free,
happy, and contented, and the next she was hunted down and enslaved
by beastly creatures that came from the very sky. Her people did not have
a concept of slavery, war, or of fighting. The men could be aggressive,
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yes, in what she now realized was a feeble manner, but had seemed so
much more to her then.
“And pets?” Pug Lord growled, prompting her.
Maya dare not look up at his brown canine-whiskered face, so she
kept her gaze lowered. She was once again grateful that she was alone on
Pug Lord’s space vessel, and that none of her people could witness her
embarrassed humiliation. “Pets kneel at their masters feet,” Maya said,
as her naked flesh cringed with the action of her horrible obedience.
She was not a fighter. She had never thought about being one before,
and perhaps the worse feeling she had was the guilt of her weakness. She
kept thinking that if she only had clothes to cover her nakedness, maybe
she could be stronger. The vulnerability of being completely nude and
open to view was a debilitating one. “P-Pets are never to stand above
their masters head and pets are never to speak unless spoken to or
commanded to,” Maya recited, trying not to feel anything while saying
the words.
Pug Lord grunted his approval, growling. “Because?”
“Because pets are for pleasure.”
“Then, show us a pleasure pose,” Pug Lord growled.
Maya cowered inwardly. She hated these. There were several poses
and each one was as abasing as the last one. She knew Pug Lord’s
favorite and she tried to tell herself how wise she was to willingly use it.
Choice.
One small choice. The pose was of course the most demeaning
one and she turned on her knees, until her naked spine was facing Pug
Lord.
I am not here. I am not really here.
Maya scrunched her eyelids as
she bent at the waist lowering her palms to the cold metal of the space
vessels flooring. Then, when she came up on her knees she wobbled to
the side with her thighs shaking as she raised her bare buttocks to Pug
Lord, while spreading her knees as wide as she could. The feelings of
exposure and defenselessness rushed through her, lobbing a sick feeling
in her stomach, while the most intimate place on her body that she could
imagine gaped open vulnerable to Pug Lord’s view. The tears burned
beneath her clenched eyelids as her buttocks shuddered in shame and
embarrassment.
Pug Lord said this was sexual and she was to be a sexual pleasure pet
to the men he would sell her to. This was her training for those men. Men
that the Pug Lord had shown her in strange moving pictures from an alien
machine. She had thought she’d known men before and she had thought
that she had known about sex too. But, not the sights that Pug Lord had
shown her from the moving picture machine.
The men shown on the pictures were large and heavy muscled with
wilder barbarian demeanor. They wore scant pagan groin cloths, furs,
and hide boots, not cloth trousers and button up shirts. Yet, more alarm-
ing and completely alien were the sexual acts that the pictures displayed.
She was never to lie on her back, offering her loins to the men, but to
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present her loins willingly on her hands and knees. They could force her
to any position they desired, however, the pictures said that they would
not, they rutted from behind.
Rutted.
The very word sent terror deep
inside her. Nothing was shown of women’s pleasure. It seemed that was
not necessary and not to be thought of.
She was a pet.
Oh god.
The pictures had also shown men vigorously mating womens
mouths with their ponderous and engorged male penises, and then stren-
uously coupling womens rear entrances. Then, somewhere in the middle
after months of watching the pictures, to her complete horror, she had
become unexpectedly flushed with arousal. She had tried to fight it, but
each time she struggled, then lost, to her confusion and guilt. Being
naked, being pierced, chained, and harnessed, none of that compared in
the embarrassment and shame of those aroused feelings.
Crazy, she tried to tell herself that she needed to see human faces and
not the alien and beastly terrifying one of Pug Lord. That was why she
was contorting visions of the barbaric he-men into arousal. She was
confused, and just seeing those mens faces and their strong powerful
bodies was in some way comforting to her. They did look powerful. To
her they looked powerful enough to defeat Pug Lord. Perhaps, in her new
tortured existence she thought they would be kinder to her than Pug Lord.
Because she had an unexplainable need building inside her to find a way,
at any cost, to please the faceless barbarian man that would be her master.
Pug Lord lifted his limp-lidded gaze to his captured prize. After
training, he had ordered it to leash-lock itself to the curved wall of the
star jumper. It was a humanoid type creature called
femaleness
in its own
culture, and unappealing by his standards with its smaller, loose-limbed
helplessness. But, the
femaleness
would be the beginning of his presti-
gious fortune, because the
maleness
of the planet Z’dar had never seen
one of these
femaleness
before. There in rested his merchandising gam-
bol, because Z’dar held traces of diamond sparkle, large traces, and it was
completely
his
find.
He would make his fortune this time. He was a speculator and while
others were subjugating these
femaleness
to labor or food, the Zoid found
them tasty. He had other plans. His Pug Master had repeatedly taught him
to follow the procreating appetites of any culture, because hump-sex was
nearly as powerful as fortune.
He snorted out of his pug snout, and his curly tail began to itch, so he
swivelled its two-foot length around to nibble on its end in the cramped
confines of the star voyager. The
femaleness
made a gasping sound and
twitched in its restraints.
“Stills,” he gurgled, adjusting the tone of the universal translator he
had implanted into the
femaleness,
then he attempted again. “Still or you
will be punished.”
The pallid-fleshed
femaleness
kneeled obediently and he knew it did
not want its genitals punished with the pain ring, because it was too soft,
not like his hairy tough body.
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Suddenly, Maya jerked, hearing the normal rumbling of the space
vessel change abruptly with a terrible screeching sound. She knew
instantly that something was terribly wrong. She understood nothing of
the strange space vessel, but she did not think that the tightly confined
oblong-shaped vessel should be coming down so hard onto the land she
had glimpsed through the triangle-shaped windows. Especially not hard
enough to moments later toss her like a limp noodle against the inner
wall, bouncing her off again as if a ball, instead of human bone and flesh,
then slamming her back into Pug Lord’s body. She hit her head painfully
on the pug’s tough hide and cruelly choked herself against the collar
restraint she bore that was tether-locked to the inside wall of the vessel.
Gasping in hacking sounds, Maya struggled, stumbling to her feet to
relieve the choking hold to her neck as she fell backward against the wall
away from the twitching Pug Lord.
It was then her vision cleared enough that she first saw the big motley
brown Pug Lord twitching in spasms with green goo slithering out of his
nose holes. Anxiously, she lifted her gaze and she saw a gaping split in
the opposite wall. It was a wide gap that started from above her head
through half the floor of the vessel. The view through this yawning split
was of a bluish terrain that was stained in amber sunlight. Suddenly, an
arcing of orange leaped upward, making a static snapping sound behind
Pug Lord’s limp body.
Pop-pop-pop.
Maya clutched her
ears as a small explosion rattled the
inner belly of the vessel, shooting yellow-orange flames up through the
rent.
Fire!
The meaning ate through Maya’s thoughts as fast and as
frightening as the sight. Screaming in panic, Maya struggled against the
leash with frantically tearing fingers.
She could not get loose
, and the
realization that she was going to be burned alive by the fire, sent her into
screaming hysteria.
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Chapter Two
B
lack Fall, clan-prince of the blue-mesas, watched the herd of
fawnels
shifting and skidding their hooves through the tufted prairie
grasses, then settling their velvet snouts down to graze once again. He lay
on a slight rise above the herd, and he was content to simply watch the
graceful creatures eating the cob-topped bluegrasses. He had no need of
fawnel
meat to fill his belly this sun cycle or the next, and what he needed
more than food was a driving need for solitude.
Solitude from his endless responsibilities, the constant warring, and
his princely duties. He had left the decree that he was not to be disturbed
until the crescent moon shaded the mesas. Then, he had left his com-
mander duties in the hands of others with further orders not to bother
him, unless there was a battle, and a large one at that. He had also stated
flatly that they had better be fighting the battle already, before they made
the effort to find him.
“
Bah
. . . ,” Fall muttered in aggravation, shaking his head to clear
his thoughts. Nevertheless, they persisted as he remembered his second
in command Black Dun suggesting that Fall’s erratic temperament lately
was due to Fall’s impossible physical commitment to abstinence.
Fall shrugged his weighty shoulders, letting his gaze drift upward. He
could barely see the half sun, shrouded by the light tinted amber clouds.
He felt pride at the thought of his abstinence. It had been difficult, but he
had managed to abstain now through two of the wild ruts, and
never
in
that lengthy time had he humiliated himself by succumbing to the only
recourse left to males, which was using his own hand.
“
Krutz
,” he cursed, tossing a crystal edged diamond stone up into the
air. He would suffer returning to the rut before he would use his hands
gripped over his stiff cocksram. This thought stirred his determination.
He was Prince Black Fall, guardian of the blue-mesas and defender
against the deadly Firedrake’s, and
he
alone had chosen to abstain.
He
would break the dominating hold of the
femmen
; those rank counter-
mates to his male cocksram.
“Others
will follow,” he hissed up to the uncaring half sun, noting
that the gray-haired
fawnels
barely startled at the sound of his voice. He
had managed to overcome the driving needs to rut so far with meditation
and his normal vigorous training. It was not as if he suffered more than
all the other men on Z’dar. He suffered, as they suffered, until those times
in each season when they could finally relieve their natural desires, by
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releasing that final pleasure-bound jet of male seed into a unwilling
femmen
gash.
They
will follow me,
Fall thought with determination, once
they see that it can be done and together we will bring the
femmen
to
their
knees before us!
These thoughts unwillingly brought Fall harsh memories as he
breathed inward with sharpness. He clearly remembered the rutting
festival where his life, and the existence that he had always accepted, had
completely changed. Everything had turned in on itself and shifted that
night. The shadows had become light and the light shadows and out of
the darkness inside him had burst a harrowing understanding.
He and Dun, his companion brother and second in command had
been on the parade. It was a typical rutting festival, happening once in a
moon cycle, on the fullest and brightest night of the moons presentation.
The mud-colored
femmen
tents had been set up outside the blue mesa
fortress and even though he was the prince of the blue mesa and the
highest commander, he had still had to flaunt his body on parade like all
the other males. The night air of the mesa had been cool and brisk, while
the smell of many
femmen
gathered so closely together had held its
normal heavy musky scents.
The
femmen
were the audience. They were the viewers and the
choosers. They sat or reclined beneath the open sides of their numerous
tents, while watching naked males strut by. It was the one time in a moon
cycle that males held their stiff cocksrams in proud presentation and not
hidden and aching beneath their cock-thongs. Even the demeaning taunts
on the sizes, shapes, lengths, and colorings of their stiff pricks that the
femmen
hissed rowdily from beneath their tents, could not destroy the
furrow of anticipation building in each males belly.
But then, they all knew with a surety that raised their cocksram’s
unyielding and proud beneath the taunts, that the shift in rutting power
would soon be at hand. The
femmen
could offend them, jeer at them, and
taunt them in the selection rituals, however once a
femmen
picked her
male and allowed the rut to begin,
he
became the more powerful. The
femmen
still battled. They fought and struggled from the first thrust to the
last thrust.
Nonetheless, with their poisons grudgingly set aside for the rut, and
with no poisonous darts, knives, and especially poison fingernails to kill
with, the male’s natural physical strength was too powerful for them to
win against. They would deny it, but every male knew in those moments
of the rut, when he rucked a
femmen
beneath him with his strength and
determination, that he was the stronger. Then, when his rigid cocksram
was shoved over and over again inside their dry bucking bitches sheaths,
he knew he was the conqueror, the commander, and the all powerful. A
male lived for that moment, and not even the blessed release of his seed
spurting from his hard cocksram was better than those moments of control.
But, the price men paid to achieve those final rutting moments was
not pleasurable. No male admitted how much if felt against their nature.
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It had always been this way. However in each male, there was a collec-
tive consciousness of anger at having their strength and power dimin-
ished to these acts. And, it seemed to Fall that each cycle the
femmen
took
their perceived power to new heights, trying to satisfy their preeminence
over males. They baited males more cruelly with each turning of a cycle,
and it was at times subtle, but crueler still.
A movement caught Fall’s gaze and he turned his head watching a
male kneel before a tall and broad-boned
femmen
. It was not unusual to
see a male kneeling before
femmen,
yet the
femmen
snarling order for the
male to crawl forward and touch his face to her dirt-stained feet was new.
After this display, the
femmen
did mark the male as hers for the rut, but
it made Fall’s skin crawl and his anger boil as he watched it.
“This sundown we
will
win a ring through your pierced nipple, my
prince, and not from Consort Yalt this time,” Dun said, slugging Fall’s
back with enthusiasm.
Dun already had the ring of a
femmen
hanging from his left brown-
colored nipple, many males did Fall noted as they strutted by them
waiting to be called to rut. It was the most coveted thing for males to have
a ring before the rut festival. A male could get ringed anytime between
ruts and all males sought a new partner and a new ring after they rutted.
He had always received one. In fact, he had never been turned down by
any
femmen
he had approached . . .
But that was before the last two ruts. He had been amazed the first
time he had been refused, however now twenty times since, he had to
wonder at the odds. The fact that he was the prince should insure that he
was never turned down. He should be the prize, if the
femmen
prized
anything.
Fall shook his head, not wanting to think these difficult thoughts. He
had rutted Consort Yalt two times now, unheard of for the repeat, and he
had no desire to do so again. He
would
find another
femmen
this time to
relieve his cocksram.
“That one with the smaller teats.” Dun pointed. “She is sneering at
you.”
Cautiously, both men moved in the direction of the baldheaded
femmen
. She was thinner and more gangly than most, and Fall liked her
smaller stature and fierce gaze. She snarled at them as they approached.
It was a good sign, and so invigorated, Fall bucked his cocksram, lifting
the florid engorged head before her gaze as he walked slowly by where
she stood beneath her tent.
A screech sounded behind him, and then another one sounded farther
off. It was getting late and the rutting was starting. A feeling of urgency
filled Fall and he stopped walking within sight of the
femmen
. Her black
eyes were feral and interested as he turned slightly facing her gaze fully.
She stepped forward with a sneer about her cracked lips and his heartbeat
pounded in welcome anticipation. He was doubly glad that the swift
feeling of anticipation had oozed seed out of the slit of his cocksram, and
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it glistened wet for the
femmen’s
view. Fall felt Dun gripped his forearm
in congratulations, then Dun stepped back as they both watched the
femmen
strut to the edge of the tent toward Fall.
Yes
, Fall thought, he would happily kneel to rut this ones loose and
raspy-sheath, and his ridged belly muscles tightened in anticipation.
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Chapter Three
T
hen
it happened, and Fall recalled this last time, more vividly than
the previous two times. Suddenly, the tall and rangy Consort Yalt was
there snarling and shoving the smaller
femmen
aside. Fall had been
amazed the first time he had seen this happen, but this was the third time.
Femmen
did not fight over men. But, it was not exactly a fight because
the smaller
femmen
yielded easily to Yalt’s obvious commanding ac-
tions.
Then it was the greasy spiked-haired Yalt who strode toward him,
and Fall knew that the impossible was going to happen for the third time,
he was going to rut Yalt again. The rage inside him was instantaneous,
and in that moment, he wanted to get his hands on Yalt’s lank body. He
wanted to fight her, to force her, to control her, to smash her beneath him.
He had never felt anything as powerful as that brief stinging fury, before
he brought it under control.
Fall heard Dun make a negative hiss behind him, but they both knew
there was nothing they could do. Fall’s cocksram throbbed with the
voracious need produced by denial. Thirty-six cycles of sunrises and
sunsets, before this rut release. He
had
to have a hole, whether it was
Yalt’s or not, he
would
rut.
Yalt came at him with slashing fingernails. She did it to strike fear
into him, to make him wonder if she carried poison on the tips of her nails
as she raked his chest drawing blood. There would be no ring for him,
no ritual. It would be as the last two times. They would be going down to
rut in the dirt, out in the open. Many did rut in the open, but he preferred
privacy and Yalt knew that. She knew many things that he was just
beginning to understand, but still he had been denying. Then, the pain of
Yalt’s nail’s lashing the surface of his flesh reached his senses and his
body jerked, just as Yalt snarled.
“Kneel, prince! I choose your dirty prick!”
“Bah,”
Fall huffed disgustedly, jerking from the memory, as he
gripped the diamond stone so hard it cut into the skin of his palm. He
remembered Dun’s version of that rut clearly too, part of a male’s solace
was to share the rut details with his companion-brothers after, and the
memory of Dun’s was a much more pleasant one.
Dun had backed away from the scene with his fists clenched at his
side. The urge to fight and to rip Yalt away from his companion-brother
Fall had been a powerful one with Dun wondering fiercely why, Yalt
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could
not
leave Fall alone, then all would return to normal and Dun
would not have rebellious and sick feelings assaulting him.
“Dun, we rut now!” A voice had snarled behind him, and Dun had
jerkily turned to see the
femmen
Ging who had chosen him. She was one
of Yalt’s consorts, and he had never had one of them approach him
before to rut. She was tall and spindly with knobby knees, but what
excited him was her hair. It was longer and hanging just below her ears,
and it was not spiky as most
femmen
, if they had any hair at all.
To him hair on top meant hair below and he preferred that as well, as
he’d looked downward at the short sagging hide skirt that she wore.
Femmen
showed their hanging teats at the rut, but they never showed the
more interesting bit below. Yet, Dun had never seen hair on top without
at least a sprig of hair below.
Ging had reached forward then and slapped him, for looking at her
crotch. He had taken it well, barely flinching and inwardly pleased. He
knew the rut had begun and although he disliked doing it out in the open,
he had wanted to stay in view of Fall for some unaccountable reason.
So, he began circling Ging, and she had turned with him, hissing in
his face, trying to keep him from getting behind her. She would fight it,
but he would win. Suddenly, he had moved the opposite direction that he
had been moving, trying to throw her off balance. However,
femmen
were agile. Still, it was only a ploy that he used, and abruptly he had
ducked, while reaching his hands outward. Then with swiftness, he
snatched Ging by the waist and threw her up over his shoulder.
Fall paused in his remembrance of Dun’s vivid description of his rut
and what Dun had been feeling. It had been a perfect rut for Dun and Fall
envied him, even as he superciliously rubbed his hard cocksram beneath
his thong. Then, he returned his memory to the rest of what Dun had
described.
Ging’s boney body had wrestled against Dun’s hold as an unholy rut
screech had blasted from her throat. But, even as she had been thrashing
wildly over Dun’s shoulder, Dun had spit on his free palm, and then
coated his cocksram, until it was slick. This was Dun’s perfected maneu-
ver. He wetted his prick and not the
femmen
dry bitches sheath. The most
difficult part of the rut was trying to hold a
femmen
down at the same time
readying her raspy tunnel with spit.
Then, Dun had tossed Ging off his shoulder and she’d had no choice
but to catch her fall to the ground on her hands and knees, while Dun
swiftly turned his body, coming down on his knees behind her. Quickly,
his snatching fingers had her thrashing hips held tight and he had tugged
with zeal, thrusting his cocksram right into her rosy gash. A bellow had
leaped from Dun’s throat more from triumph than the feel.
Ging’s tunnel gaped loose over his cock, but he had slackened his
grip to her bucking hips, and her wild motions had started her shifting
inner tunnel grazing against his cocksram. These moments were always
blinding, because of the lengthy time between release, yet Dun had said
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that at that moment his gaze had lifted for reasons beyond his understand-
ing, and he had seen Fall, not ten paces from him.
Dun had been instantly shocked and it had clashed harshly with the
intense pleasure bursting through his cocksram. He had seen Fall’s face
etched in agony, then flashing with rage, then twisting with the release of
his seed, and stunned, Dun saw the bloody laceration’s marking Fall’s
shoulders, arms, and chest. Then, the bellow of his seed exploding out of
his cocksram had been choked in alarm and astonishment at the sight of
Fall’s bloody torso.
Fall forced himself to stop remembering the harshness as he rubbed
his chest and the permanent marks scraped on his muscular hide by Yalt.
Instead, he thought with fierceness,
we will break the shame,
and then
destroy the subjugation of the
femmen.
Those hard angled, rawboned
femmen
antagonist whose only pleasing adornment was the rutting-hole
they carried between their gangly thighs. That sagging gap that a male
could spew his seed into once every moon rotation. If they allowed it!
Fall felt the stirring of his cocksram hard and long, and he grimaced,
growling under his breath as he rubbed his buffed hide-covered crotch
again, thinking he would have to mediate soon. Of the
femmen
he’d
rutted in his life, it was said that only two had bore him babe
femmen
, and
he had yet to breed a son according to their society.
There were those clan-brothers that would argue that his chosen path
to lead a life of abstinence would eventually extinguish all people on
Z’dar. However, he would not want a son born into this frustration,
shame, and subjugation. He would just as soon die in the brave effort of
abstaining, than to ever let a
femmen
control his aroused release again.
He understood that he was on the furthest sides of rebellion with
these thoughts, however, his fighters pride could not get past the intu-
itions that something was wrong on Z’dar. Something was terribly askew
and it was not just his thinking, but others compliancy. So he abstained,
knowing it was the only way to show conviction, and his pride many
times overcame his aroused frustration, a frustration that he, as every
other male lived with through the seasons in any event.
Suddenly, the
fawnel
herd shifted below Fall, whimpering in bleat-
ing sounds of fright, right before he could hear their pounding hooves as
they leaped to flee. Rolling over rapidly, Fall bunched his tight muscled
body in readiness as he scanned the horizons for what had frightened
them. He was too close to a free zone for it realistically to be a Firedrake.
Still, there were always rouge-drakes, so he kept his senses alert, and then
on the distant horizon, he saw the lingering and long wispy orange tail of
a falling star. It was a strange event to witness in the full light of the half
sun, and it was even stranger still because he watched it plummet all the
way to the ground in the long distances.
Fall rose up on his haunches that were as large and as muscular as a
drake’s hind quarters, uncovered by wearing only his scant hunting
thong. But, he kept his big rolling shoulders and his bare chest bent over
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so his height would not tower out of the burnished-topped tall grasses.
He saw no flash of impact in the distance, and he wondered, would not a
star explode in a fury shower when it hit the ground? After scanning all
the horizons around him and seeing none of the winged and dangerous
Firedrake’s stealing the gold tinted skies, he shouldered his braided hide
whip and checked his long fighting sword at his side. Then, he picked up
his long bow and quiver of arrows.
He would have gone back for his mount, but instead he just whistled
low, commanding the
slope-back
to follow. The run would do him good,
he thought, because his cocksram still lay stiff against his belly from his
earlier thoughts.
“I would not mind seeing a fallen star,” Fall declared to the air before
him, right before he started forward into an easy running stride.
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Chapter Four
F
all could see the grounded star, and it looked like a long irregular
shaped rock of gnarled brackish green. Only this rock had flames erupt-
ing high into the air from a wide split in its middle, and there was a terror
driven and high-pitched squealing coming from within. The gut wrench-
ing sounds made Fall think of a wild beast. He knew then that there was
some live creature caught inside.
Fall sprinted forward, under the impetus of the sounds, foolish as he
threw all his cautions aside against the swiftly rising flames. He had to
hold his muscular arms up high across his face to shield it from the
sweltering heat and smoke as he began to step through the split. He was
nearly overpowered by a rancid smell and the smoke as it tried to fill his
lungs, burning his eyes, curling and billowing like a death stalker. The
smell foretold of sourly charred meat and he thought for an instant that
the creature must be dead, but then he could still hear something gagging
with whimpers of animal fright. It was too smoky to see anything through
his burning eyes, but he only had to follow the frantic sounds. Whatever
the animal was, it was thrashing in panic, and he was convinced it was an
animal by the sounds. He wondered at his own sanity in trying to capture
and help, a wild and crazed animal, only the sounds were tearing at him
in a way he could not fathom.
“Krutz,”
he cursed, swallowing a mouthful of charred, sour smoke
for his cursing effort. He could not conceive why the creature would not
run from the fury and suffocating furnace. Even as his mind wondered
over what type of animal a fallen star could carry, he tried to make out
some shape through his watering sight. It was impossible and he hoped
whatever animal it might be, that it would not maul or bite him for his
foolish attempt. He groped blindly forward and whatever the creature
was, it lost its frantic struggle right as he managed to grab a part of it.
The
fragileness was
incredible
—shocking to his leathered palms and
fingers as he tightened his grip to keep the creature from falling. It was
slight of weight and there was something that felt like impossibly long
pieces of hair. It was feathery textured hair, and it was falling all over
him, making him wonder at its length. His senses were shifting and
mixed, becoming confused in the smoke and blindness, but whatever the
soft hairy animal was, it was leashed by a tether that he could feel and
that was what halted its escape.
He was coughing so hard now that he was gagging with intense
lightheadedness, but he adjusted his limp bundle in one arm, bringing his
arm length blade out of its sheath at his side and with a swift movement
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he severed the tether. He did not waste time returning his sword to its
sheath, but held it outward as he hefted the creature over one stout
shoulder, and then he began to stumble his way toward the rent.
Fall knew he was losing his mind in the thickening smoke when he
could not keep his thoughts on the danger before him, but instead his
thoughts were riveted to
softness
. . .
feathered hair
. . .
and warm smooth
flesh
. What manner of an animal could this be, he wondered as his broad
hand clamped over, and then grabbed a handful of what felt like naked
and chubby ass?
Bloody rut,
was it male or
femmen
? It could not be
either, because he had seen many naked rumps before and none of them
had looked anything like this one felt.
Fall staggered and choked, moving out of the rent, then out ten paces
more into the grassy plain. Suddenly, behind him there was a yelping
bark in the strangest sound he had yet to hear, besides the creature he
carried over his shoulder. He nearly fell then, but forced himself to keep
up his stumbling marching, five . . . ten more paces. Trying unsuccess-
fully to wipe the sweat and smoke from his eyes with his forearm, to look
back at what was making the yipping and alternating growling sounds.
There was more than one creature in the star, he realized, but then
abruptly the world seemed to explode behind him, throwing him forward
as a thought was flung from his mind that this was indeed what it would
would like to see a star explode.
“My prince . . . Fall!”
Dun shook the massive shoulders before him, from where he knelt
over Fall’s frightening still body. Dun threw down his staff and grabbed
both of Fall’s meaty biceps and pulled with his own muscles tightening.
He heaved Fall over onto his back. It was then Dun saw another strange
creature, from where it had been underneath Fall. It was as incredible as
the first beast he had seen lurching from the flaming rock. Only this
creature, his harried glimpse showed, was tiny compared to the other
beast.
“Aghh!
” Fall coughed and then he spit the smoky coating from his
mouth. The taste of the blackened soot still lay thick on his tongue,
leaving his mouth feeling dry and gritty. He roughly shook his thick
mane of black hair, freeing it from where it lay plaster against his scalp
and forehead. His thoughts were incoherent, subdued beneath the sharp
ringing in his ears as he tried to move his tall muscular body up off the
lumpy ground, but then he realized abruptly that he was being
scratched!
The force of the explosion had left him feeling as though he had been
smashed between two deadly Firedrakes, and the combined forces of his
natural defenses gave him more momentum than he might have other-
wise had. Pushing up strongly, he rolled. His mind registered the thought
with growing comprehension that a soft hairy creature and one that could
bit
e was now close to him, and as quick, he rolled further away. He did
not want to get mauled and he needed to get a good look at this “animal,”
from a safe distance.
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At what Fall considered a safe distance, his brief anxiety of attack
eased, but he still held his sword up and outward. Rising to his knees, his
eyes still blurry, he hastily grabbed for the water skin hanging from the
band securing his thong. Quickly, he poured the water over his face
swiping his eyes with the back of his forearm until he could finally see.
With his eyesight restored, he turned his gaze toward the perplexing
creature he had saved, and instead he saw two heavily muscular legs! His
gaze shot upward and he nearly fell on his ass, seeing Dun towering over
him. Dun’s mouth was moving and his arms were waving, and for a
harried moment, Fall wondered if it were all demon-nightmare. But then,
his ears popped abruptly and the ringing inside them began to fade and
he clearly heard Dun bellowing.
“Fall,
what the bloody
krutz
is wrong? Are you maimed?”
Fall tried to speak, but he coughed instead, then he tried again with a
raspy voice. “I could not hear,” he managed. “But, I can hear your
bellowing now! Help me stand.” Fall grabbed Dun’s forearm. “Maybe
then I can breathe easier, brother.”
Dun hauled Fall’s six foot frame to his feet and stood looking at his
prince square in the eyes. The clear brown of Dun’s eyes met Fall’s
red-rimmed black ones.
“You could never leave me on my own,” Fall declared, slugging Dun’s
unyielding shoulder.
“Bloody Z’dar, Fall, how can I leave you alone when you nearly kill
yourself this way?” Dun’s tone was gruff, but his grin belayed his
seriousness.
“I suppose that you’ve been at my back the entire time?” Fall grinned
back and tugged Dun forward for a quick hard embrace. “I’m glad you
are here clan-brother.”
“There are too many
femmen
roaming the free zone, I could not let
you get caught. They’d force you into cruel rut play. Revenge, for your
abstinence and you know this. Why, Consort. Yalt has a special contin-
gent out canvassing and waiting just to catch you, my prince.” Dun spat
into the grasses after uttering Yalt’s name, but then settled down again
with his voice coming out in a hiss.
“By
Z’dar, Fall, what are
those
creatures?”
Fall missed Dun saying the word “those,” as in implying two, as his
gaze lifted and what he saw hit him with a jolt of shock that shuddered
through his body. He had never experienced such feeling of shock. His
gasp of surprise was locked hard into his lungs.
By all that was sacred,
he had never seen! He tried to breathe and as he sucked air inward, he
rubbed his eyes again, certain to clear them of this illusion before him. It
was
not
a male.
It had teats!
They were full plump teats that were rounded like
melons, very firm and lifted high. It had nipples like he’d never seen
before with pink colored circles and tips thrusting outward like little
stems. But more disturbing than the stirring presence of such perfect
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uplifted teats, was that the creature had no face. His stunned mind tried
to make sense of this seeming impossibility, but all he could see were
incredibly long strands of earthen brown hair hanging over a small
shaped head. Truthfully, other parts of the creature tore his shock of
facelessness away, like the glimpses he could see of what looked like
bitches rutting lips, a slim fragile cleft, and a patch of thick dark brown
hair framing it all.
“Bloody
krutz,”
he swore completely unbelieving. Was this some
strange form of an animal or
femmen
he had never seen before? But how
could that be?
No,
it could
not
be, he rejected, not the counterpart to his
male. Certainly not this naked and squirming creature. Squirming?
She
?
It had to be called “she,” he thought rather frantic for him, because it
would be faithless to call it a male. However, the creature was trying to
scramble backwards on a wiggling bare butt with long pale legs pushing
through the blue-tinted tall grasses, away from him. And he thought, as
he rose in sudden alarm, it was wiggling right into a thorny-acre bush
directly behind it.
“
No
. . . ! Don’t move!” Fall yelled, jerking his hands in a stopping
gesture, sure that the creature could not understand his words, as Dun
hissed an unbelieving breath at his side. It caused the petite creature to
scream and the awesome fact jolted through Fall, that the soft creature
was terrified of him. He’d never witnessed such fear before, it was like a
fragile
fawnel
doe being hunted. And, it was trying to turn around
frantically on its small hands and knees in an effort to flee from them
faster now, which put it nearly on top of the thorny-acre bush.
Fall reacted with instinct as he tugged the whip from his shoulder. He
cautioned himself at the last second not to use too much force as he
snapped the whips length outward releasing the handle, so the entire
length propelled through the air with a
swishing
sound over his head.
“Be careful, Fall, there are two beasts,” Dun warned as they both
sprinted forward. “Another one by the flaming rock.”
In awe and completely beyond reason, Fall continued to sprint for-
ward as the hide whip wrapped itself around the creature’s flaying white
limbs and a high-pitched shriek erupted from it. He did not know what
else to call it but a creature, and the sounds it made, he had never heard
sounds like this before, it was higher and clearer than a males or
femmen.
Then, the creature collapsed face down, half a step from the thorny-acre
bush, and with the most awe-inspiring bare ass jiggling upward at them
as they halted above it. Both men stared down at two fat and creamy-
fleshed ass cheeks, which were molding and flexing, as the creature
wriggled upward, but fell down again.
“No wait, the thorns!” Dun shouted beside him, then he cursed.
Fall had no choice, still in a desperate attempt to flee, the creature had
flung its hands forward, and just when Dun shouted, one small hand
grabbed and caught around a branch of the thorny-acre bush. Fall
grabbed the creature’s diminutive and fragile ankles, hauling it back-
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wards as a cry of pain erupted from it in a wail. Then, he stood back still
wary of getting bitten or mauled, and furthermore somewhere in his
mind, teats equaled the poison darts and fingernails of the
femmen.
“By the sacredness, be still!” Fall shouted. He’d never seen anything
fight more ineffectually in his life. It was as if the small creature did not
know how, Fall thought as he and Dun circled the creature with caution,
while it curled itself into a whimpering ball.
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Chapter Five
M
aya cried at the pain burning in her palm. She was frantic, naked,
and never more helpless, as she rolled into a frightened ball, sobbing and
clutching her injured hand, knowing she could not escape the large
terrifying men that had captured her. Then, she snuck a frantic and furtive
peek from beneath her lashes.
They were giants of male flesh with swelling biceps and slabs of
flexing sinew that made up their chests, and with each of their move-
ments it rolled the mounds of muscle in a superior display. They only
wore skimpy coverings cupping their groin area, leaving their rumps
naked as hard slabs with thighs as tight and as powerful as a fleet-footed
stallion’s. Both had hair that was wild and thick, each falling past their
shoulders. It was braided in some places with one man black-haired and
the other one light brown-haired. Both of them wore hide boots with
fur-topped edges that covered their swelling calves atop powerful shaped
legs, surely needed to carry each man’s structure. Their wrists would
make two of hers put together and were circled by hide bands.
The black-haired man had a dark and hairy chest that trailed down into
the meager covering cupping his groin, and then feathered over his
packed thighs and lightly along his forearms. The brown haired man had
a smooth chest, free of hair that accentuated his bark-colored nipples and
the concave of muscles in the center of his chest. He turned around just
then and she got a view of his buttocks, made of compact muscle with the
throng wedged in the crease that must aid in holding up his groin
covering. She digested the fact that each man could kill her with only a
twitch of a broad and calloused hand and there would be nothing she
could do.
“It’s afraid,” Dun said in wonder, poking the small creature with the
end of his staff. The creature flinched, then whimpered pitifully confirm-
ing his theory. Then, he added in a low hiss as though the creature might
understand.
“Did
you see those teats, Fall?” Dun had forgotten about the
other large beast he had seen, becoming caught up in the oddly alluring
sights and actions of this one, as he heard Fall utter.
“Fat.” Then, Fall said fiercely as if he wished to believe it beyond
anything.
“It
is not
femmen.”
Dun understood Fall’s fierceness, because he too had unaccountable
demands inside him for this creature not to be
femmen
. Still, he was not
a hand pumping prick nor a beast rutter, but this creature . . . this creature
seemed more of them and less of an animal, except for the abundance of
long and wild hair it possessed.
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Dun crouched a pace from the creature, settling on his solid haunches
as Fall crouched beside him, and they both observed the naked apparition
before them. The creature was rolled into a compact ball of pale and
unbelievable smooth looking flesh. It had diminutive little feet, with
miniature toes sticking out, which were curled beneath a smoothly
cleaved and rounded rump that flowed into quivering lithe thighs.
At least it had stopped trying, in the clumsiest and most inept manner
Dun ever seen, to continue its futile attempts at escape. He knew it was
wounded, he’d seen the thorns scratch what appeared to be unimaginable
soft flesh. But, what attracted his gaze irresistibly and he knew lured
Fall’s gaze also, was what was below the cleft of this creature’s abundant
ass. It was scrunched together tightly, but no male would miss the sight
of what appeared to be the plump and rosy lower lips of this creature’s
rutting sheath.
Fall, beside him shoveled back his shoulder length black hair and
pointed outward with a thick forefinger. “
It’s
a cleft.
There.”
The creature whimpered sharply and quivered in response, nearly as
though it might understand what Fall was saying. Both men might have
looked at each other more perplexed than before, except neither of them
could tear their gazes from the outlined impression of a rosy-pink slit.
Dun felt his prick-root instantly filling out and swelling harder against his
hide thong. It always did that with any excited exertion, but this time it
was not physical prowess and adventure lifting his prick to stoutness, but
the stirring sight of fleshy-pink, petite, and soft looking, bitches rutting
lips.
“Krutz,”
Dun cursed low, sucking in his belly muscles at the twinges
of feeling throbbing in his engorging prick-root. Fall grumbled beside
him, nearly the same, and they knew each others reaction without looking
at their clan-brothers crotch. It had to be doubly worse for Fall, Dun
thought, because Fall had not felt any release for three moons rotations.
“I could make a net, weaving the tall grasses.” Dun knew that both he
and Fall were worried about the deadly bites and scratches from poison-
ous nails this creature carried even as much as their lust was interested.
Fall rubbed a scratch on his mounded chest thoughtfully. The little
animal had scratched his flesh when he had fallen on top of it. If it were
lethal as the
femmen,
he would be dead by now. “It scratched me in
several places,” Fall told Dun lowly, while he thought that the lush
roundness of this creature was unbelievable and tempting. Fall knew one
thing for certain, he was not going to let the animal go until investigating
further. So, he said clearly, “We will make a net.”
“No.
Please!”
Fall grunted in total surprise, jerking backward and landing on his ass
as Dun fell backward the same way. The creature spoke! Wailed more
like it, but Fall understood every word. He and Dun could not have been
more stunned or embarrassed about falling on their rumps. “If you move,
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we will kill you!” Fall shouted, covering his shock with forcefulness as
both Dun and he jumped to their feet with their swords drawn.
“Please, don’t hurt me!” The little creature wailed pitifully with its
entire body shuddering.
Fall still failed to see how it could speak, but he was beginning to
have suspicions about all of the creature’s hair. Just because no one he
had ever met before had this much hair or hair as unthinkably long, did
not mean that a person, and not an animal, could not have it.
Krutz,
the
little creature came from a falling star, Fall thought, that alone made it
beyond his former comprehension.
“You
will kneel before your masters!”
Fall hissed sharply, then hearing Dun grunt hard beside him as they
both leaped, turning toward the growling shout coming out of nowhere,
while the little creature on the ground squealed in fright. Of all the
amazing sights Fall had endured this day, what he saw now toppled his
complete understanding of life as he had known it. He wondered briefly
if he was living in a dream stalking nightmare, as he hefted his sword in
his hand before him. The beast that was standing twenty-paces from them
was beyond comprehension and both he and Dun backed up, gazing at it
with unbelieving eyes.
“I mean you no harm,” the large beast growled with its sagging jowls
swaying. “No weapons,” the beast said, holding up two paws that were
four times as large as a male’s hands. “I’m Pug Lord. Hurt too!” Abruptly
the large beast sagged, tilting to the side, then wilted down to the ground.
Its upper torso stayed vertical with its large paws planted flat on the
ground holding it upright. Its face was like the elongated version of an
animal similar to a scavenger-hound, Fall thought.
Possibly,
he correct-
ed, feeling his flesh crawl with unease. But, Pug Lord did not have a long
snout like a scavenger-hound, but a flat brown nose and it wore strange
smooth hides over it bulky body, some of which looked scorched and
charred.
Even in the perceived danger, Fall flicked a glance at the little
creature, horribly wondering if it had such a disgusting face beneath all
its hair. He was surprised to see the small creature kneeling with its head
bowed and its hands cupped between its thighs. This posture still did not
show if it had a face beneath the hair, however the stems of its pink
nipples did stand outward from the earthen colored strands of its hair.
“It’s a stalking dream,” Dun uttered beside him with his sword
swinging slowly from Pug Lord to the little creature and back again.
Fall agreed, yet he believed what his eyes told him more, and he
straightened his spine, while lifting his chest as he turned to face Pug
Lord fully. Fall perceived the little creature was less of a threat than the
larger beastly Pug Lord. The little creatures posture and quick obedience
to Pug Lord reminded Fall of kneeling before a
femmen
.
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“I would sell you the pet if you would offer help.” Pug Lord’s words
sounded weaker than before with his upper torso swaying as though he
might topple over at any moment.
Pet?
Sell? Help? Pug Lord’s words flashed through Fall’s thoughts
right before he uttered, “We capture and
eat
beasts—
not
barter them.”
Pug Lord snorted, nearly making Fall jerk at the unusual and unex-
pected sound. “That is not a beast, but a
femaleness
. You will lust for her.
Please, use the pleasure pet freely, a gesture from myself to you, for
supplying me food and water, until my rescue ship comes.”
These things that Pug Lord said
? Fall tried to grasp his mind around
them, however, one thing was becoming clearer, and that seemed Pug
Lord was less and less of a threat.
“Let me show you the pets value,” Pug Lord said, reaching toward
his middle with one large paw.
Fall and Dun stiffened, tightening their grips on the handles of their
swords as they watched Pug Lord’s paw with wariness. However, it
seemed with only one paw’s support, it was less than Pug Lord could
stand with his injuries, because he yelped once, sounding like pain, then
he toppled over with a thud. Nevertheless, on the way down, he growled
weakly, “Friend.” Then, it appeared he might have lost consciousness or
even died with a heavy twitch. However, with the twitch, a supernatural
occurrence struck abruptly, and light flashed, then it seemed to twirl in
the air.
Both Fall and Dun leaped into crouches, with ready fighting stances,
dancing from foot to foot, set to challenge this new threat.
“Bloody
krutz,
it looks like a view!” Dun snarled in amazement
beside Fall.
Then, ghostly people suddenly emerged in the view as Dun and he
leaped backward nearly on the verge of sprinting away. However, both
their eyes were glued to the ghostly shifting view as muted voices
sounded beneath the roaring of danger in their ears. Fall realized they
both might have sprinted away, only the sights on the view riveted their
attention. It was a male and “a
femaleness”
as Pug Lord called it, and
male was heartily rutting the
femaleness
.
Fall moved left and Dun moved right trying to see the people behind
the view, or the people in the view . . . anything. But there was nothing
there except a different angle of the view. Fall realized that he was angry.
He was furious at all the strange and alien events that were happening this
day that tore at the understanding of his life. The whip was in his free
hand before he consciously thought to grasp the handle. It was a honed
warrior skill and it aided him now, as he lashed the whip outward. The
snaking length of the whip twisted through the air and snapped right
through the view as though it were air.
“There is nothing there,” Dun uttered in wonder, then he slowly
relaxed his fighting stance. He was very close to the view and he could
see the males thick and stiff prick-root poking into the
femaleness
’ rosy
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and strangely wet gash. The
femaleness
was not fighting the male at all,
yet humping backward onto the males stabbing prick, while making
unusual sounding moans, that stirred Dun more deeply perhaps than the
view of the rutting itself.
“Pump your ass, pet,
ride
my cocksram!”
Dun’s mouth gaped open as the naked and lush
femaleness
with her
head bowed and her hair hanging over her hands braced beneath her,
began bucking her fat and jiggling ass back against the male and his
thrusting prick-root. Overturned, Dun’s sword fell from his abruptly
nerveless fingers as his breathing became deeper and erratic.
“By all that is scared,”
Fall uttered in a ragged hissing sound.
Suddenly within the rutting motions, the
femaleness
had lifted a hand and
vigorously scooped large amounts of her hair upward, tossing it over her
sleek undulating back, until her profile came into view. “Bloody, bloody
krutz,”
Fall cursed, unbelieving again with his gaze leaping toward the
real
femaleness
left in the fray kneeling on the ground. She was gone! A
growl of surprise and alarm leaped from his throat. She could not be
gone! “The
femaleness
is gone!” Fall shouted to Dun.
Fall watched Dun dragging his gaze from the view with one of his
large hands gripped fiercely over the outline of his bulging cocksram.
“The pet is naked and weak, she will not get far!” Dun exclaimed, with
his gaze jumping back to the view, then back again.
Fall understood Dun. Two compelling things were abruptly at war
with each other. One to see more of the hot-blooded and arousing views,
or the other was to hunt down the
femaleness.
The pet.
Their pet.
He also
knew, as Dun knew, that the
femaleness
-pet could not manage to travel
far and she would be easy to locate and then capture. Then, there was the
decision to help or hinder Pug Lord, and it seemed the turning point on
that could be this pet as the Pug Lord called her.
On the view the male grunted, and then growled his release with his
large muscular chest straining as his hands held the pet’s bucking ass up
highly. Fall felt the vision-males release slam hard into his gut, but then
the male pulled his red-roped and glistening cocksram from the
female-
ness
, as he ordered, “Lick your master clean, pet, and soothe my cock.”
The male slapped the pet’s buttocks once and she turned quickly
raising up to kneel before him as she grasped his flaccid and seed-soaked
cocksram in both her small hands. Her profile became clearer as she
shook her hair back, then she leaned forward with her small tongue
lapping outward.
Fall stumbled backward, nearly collapsing as he saw the soft delicate
face of the
femaleness
, but more stunning as he watched her thoroughly
lick and suck on the male’s, her master, florid cocksram. Fall glanced at
Dun and saw that he was collapsed to his knees as they watched the pretty
pet’s tongue laving over the mighty warrior’s hairy balls, while the male
lay heavy hands on her small head guiding her.
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It was more than a deprived male could take, Fall thought with his
own cocksram beating agony beneath his cock-thong. If he stayed here,
he would take his thick ram in his hand before he could triumph against
the temptation. He bellowed in near agony once, shaking his entire
muscular frame, before shouting, “I run!”
Then, he heard Dun’s groaning of reluctance behind him, as Dun
shouted, “I run with you, my prince!”
Fall knew he meant to hunt, not run. He meant to find the
femaleness
and to capture her. He meant any number of things as he sprinted
forward, nearly dizzy beneath the lust scorching through his body at
seeing the base and carnal views.
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Chapter Six
M
aya stumbled and fell scraping her knees on the crumbled grass and
hard ground beneath. But luckily, she raised her head quick enough to see
the two barbarian men racing out into the tall grasses in the direction she
had first taken. Her plan had worked! One small choice built upon
another. She would take those small choices whenever she could get
them, Maya thought with trembling determination. Then she stood,
wobbling, but still upright and she started forward careful and wary
toward Pug Lord. She prayed that he was still unconscious. She had no
sympathy for him, but she had to get to his belt quickly before the
barbarian men followed her circling trail back to this place. She under-
stood that their skills would be great and it would not take them long.
What she had seen of the two men impressed even her reluctant mind.
They might not be as civilized as the men she was accustomed to,
nonetheless, they made up for the lack in physical strength and prowess.
Maya knew that she would never be able to escape them, nor after
seeing the wilderness of this strange place, was she certain she wanted to.
It was a harrowing contradiction of many she’d encountered since falling
into the depths of being a slave to others. Yet, if she wished to live, her
fate rested with them and no amount of crying her denial and wishing
otherwise would change that.
Maya tiptoed with wariness closer to Pug Lord. She could see that he
still breathed through his corpulent brown-stained lips that slightly lifted
his sagging jowls. He drooled even when unconscious, Maya thought
with disgust as she knelt beside his large prone body. Oh! She did not
want to touch him, but she had to get his belt. Maya steeled herself,
glancing back and forth from his limp eyelids to her hands reaching
forward, as even her nipple tips were rucked tight with the trembling
tension that Pug Lord might wake at any moment.
What she called a belt buckle on the Pug Lord was as alien as he was,
but she had seen him undo it before and she touched the bronze colored
and flat-surfaced buckle with her fingertips, searching for the release.
Her breath held with the tension, then her middle finger slid over a
protrusion and suddenly the belt buckle popped open. Completely star-
tled, Maya jerked backward clamping her hands over her mouth to stifle
her gasp.
Her entire body shuddered as she admonished herself silently to get
control of herself. She had little time! Then with more bravery and less
tactic, she grasped the buckle and tugged hard. She instantly fell back-
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ward onto her naked backside with a small yelp as the buckle and belt
pulled free much easier than she had anticipated.
Maya glanced at Pug Lord, but he was still slobbering and uncon-
scious as she scrambled to her feet dragging the long weighty belt with
her. She needed a rock and she hastily looked around for one she could
lift and use to smash with. It took her several precious minutes to find one
she could lift in the trampled grass, but she quickly laid the belt out flat
and settling on her knees, she lifted a smooth sandstone-colored rock in
both hands.
The ebony colored button that controlled the pain sparks to her gold
clitoris ring stared at her as though unblinking. She steeled herself just in
case smashing the button caused pain, but then she brought the rock
down hard, smashing the button completely with one wack, surprising
herself with her ferocity. Thankfully no pain came as her fingers rever-
berated with the force. Then, she hastily grasped the small control box
for the moving pictures and unhooked it from the belt, setting it down
where she would have a good angle to smash it. She had forced herself
to ignore the pictures, which were still showing, as she went about her
plan. But now, for one instant, they popped clearly into her hearing from
behind her.
“Bring your wet mouth to your master, pet. I would rut it, until my
cum-seed drips from your lips.”
Maya nearly screamed as she heard the words, and then she panted in
consternation. She had to destroy the pictures, she thought frantically, but
she had wasted precious seconds letting the pictures distract her deter-
mined thoughts. She started to swing the rock downward, when abruptly
out of nowhere it seemed, her motions were halted and further the rock
was snatched from her grip. Her immediate thought was that it was Pug
Lord, before she had a chance to turn and look. But her instant reaction
surprised even her, with it fierceness. Ferocious yes, but foolish. “Oh
you, foul mangy dog! I will smash it with my hands and joyfully watch
you die here!” Maya cried.
Nevertheless, her hands were stopped . . . grasped . . . and not in Pug
Lord’s ponderous leather paws, but into hands like her own, only wider
and with superior strength compared to her feeble attempts to struggle
free from the grip holding her.
No,
a grip of hands pulling her backward,
until she cringed with a hopeless and the free-fall feeling of toppling over
backward. She could not stop being forced onto her back as she heard the
darker-haired barbarian she had heard called Fall, hiss in a deep bass
voice, “Your words are fierce,
femaleness
pet, yet you are too feeble to
do them justice!”
Maya was forced by the strong hands gripping hers to lay supine on
her back with her arms stretched above her head. Her long tresses which
she used time and again as a flimsy shield, a barrier to try and hide
behind, fell away from her body and face into the trampled blue-tinged
grasses around her. Her first instinct was to struggle and fight, but she bit
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back that strident impulse as a useless one. She did not struggle, trem-
bling in an effort not to, with her naked breasts heaving as she curled her
knees upward and to the side, trying to hide the mound of her sex from
full view. Instead she fought with words. Words that she hoped would
make her less of a “pet” or animal in the barbarian’s eyes and more of a
person.
“My name is Maya, and I am a
woman
not a pet!” she cried looking
for the first time with as much bravery as she could muster, upward into
one of the faces of her new masters. Maya gasped at the ferocity and
masculine hardness she saw on the chiseled and handsome planes of
Fall’s face. She knew then she had never felt the true power of masculin-
ity. It rushed through her body with a variety of conflicting emotions
fluttering inside her belly. Suddenly, she wanted to scream “no” over and
over against the command she felt exuding from Fall and swamping over
her as the points of her nipples ached like emblazoned beacons and the
lips of her sex flushed hot, then dampened.
What power was this,
she thought frantically gazing into the black-
ness of Fall’s eyes, while looking with excited allure over the sculpture
of his features and putting the whole of it together with the feelings of
enticement and dread combining? Abruptly, Maya realized that Fall’s
powerful masculine aura was attracting her femininity beyond her con-
trol and she was shocked and horrified.
By just a look.
But, he was the
most masculine man she had ever looked upon and some instinct hidden
inside her was answering the call of his maleness.
“Your pet is aroused when her nipples harden and poke outward
while flushed to a deeper color.”
Maya moaned in denial at the voices instruction coming from the
moving pictures. She wanted to shout that it was wrong, as tears burned
in her eyes, because she had not been able to break the control box.
“Your pet’s rutting cunt lips will swell pink and rosy, then musky
smelling juices to attract males to her, will leak from her rutting passage
readying her cunt sheath for the thrust of your cocksram. The pet’s
sheaths are tight. They are smaller than your cocksram.”
“Oh hh,”
Maya cried out shrilly, shaking her naked body vigorously,
twisting her wrists beneath the unyielding grasp of hands, trying not to
listen as she kept up a steady stream of loud sounds attempting to
overpower the insidious voice.
“Quiet!” Fall shouted at the loud and thrashing pet. He knew he was
lucky to get that one word out.
Maya,
she called herself. And her face . .
. by all that was sacred, seeing her face had slammed his chest as though
he had been hit by a ram pole they used in weapons training.
The
femaleness
pet.
Maya.
She had dark-blue eyes that shimmered
like the deep pool of an oasis on the night of a full moon. The depths of
her eyes glistened with the crystal liquidness of raindrops. Her lips were
pink with a reddish flush. They looked impossibly soft and plump in
stirring bow-shaped outlines. Her nose was small and delicate and she
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had a quivering shell-shaped chin all set in a small perfect oval face. He
had never seen anothers features that were more enticing or overpower-
ing, and upon seeing the pet’s face for the first time he had learned what
true craving was. He wanted to always be able to gaze upon this face for
cycles and cycles of his life.
Unfortunately that made him furious. He knew what it was to want
something. If a male desire it, then it held control over you. Yet, what the
views showed contradicted that. They showed that the pet Maya, was
weak and obedient to them, and not just obedient to look upon, but to use.
To use for the rut anytime, and without any poisons of her fierceness to
stop the male or deny him. The overwhelming headiness of this made
Fall dizzy with a formidable hunger building inside him. Perhaps, his
abstinence of so long was making him lose control, yet it felt like the
rightness of a deep instinct that had always been a part of him, hidden,
but now thrashing free. Suddenly, he knew that his cocksram could be
the master and he knew it was not only his feelings and his abstinence,
when he looked into the features of Dun’s hard-angled face.
In that moment their companionship shifted and leaped beyond what
it had been before. They were males together, fierce and proud. And, they
both held thrashing in their hands their deepest desires. Without words,
but with common understanding, he and Dun each grasped a wrist and a
struggling knee of their pet. They pulled, separating knees widely open
and firmly holding each bent knee to stillness. Each man knew the sight
they hungered to see beyond all else, just as they both knew the desire to
prove to the
femaleness
pet, just who her masters were. Masters over her
as shown in the views.
Surely, there was a male deity
, Fall thought that created and con-
trolled the existence of all things in the plains and through the people and
animals. A male sacredness that had realized a grave mistake had been
made and now he was righting the unjust wrong by bringing the males of
Z’dar a pet like Maya. But then, before he looked downward, ignoring
the pet’s sounds of distress, Fall looked and Dun’s face already turned
downward to see the rutting lips and cocksram-sheath of their pet. The
look on Dun’s face told him the masculine glory of it. Such deep
emotions of wonder, greed, amazement, and then lustful demand. The
prize was ripe, sweet, and it was beyond belief. Then, Fall looked down
to his
femaleness
-pet’s “cunt” as the view called it by one of the many
different names.
They had the beautiful naked pet supplicated, stretched out wide and
completely exposed. This was a mastering moment as she mewled, weak
and distressful sounds, clenching her eyes and turning her face to the side
as her soft curving body shuddered. She did not like exposing her cunt to
them and Fall found that an unusual concept. He could care less whether
his cocksram were bare or covered, it simply held more support to be
covered. Then, his breath sharply sucked inward as his heartbeat
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thumped radically to the heavy throbs pitching in his cocksram at the
sight of Maya’s split cunt.
His gaze did not know where to linger first as the whole of it flashed
over him, heating his flesh. The outer lips were plump and pink colored,
leading to thinner and thinner flanges of flesh that grew darker red and
wetter as they blossomed open around a small and lustful entrance. The
whole of the multiple lips seemed to arrow downward toward this
opening that was leaking cunt juices, which the view said showed the
pet’s arousal. A musky sharp smell steamed upward into his nostrils
filling them with the instant reaction of heightened lust on his part. It
filled his balls densely as seed dripped from the head of his cocksram and
wetted stained a spot high on his tight cock-thong.
Then, as much as the dark entrance hotly lured his cocksram and his
mind, a gold ring pierced through and hanging from a swollen rosy
nubbin of flesh attracted his gaze. The size of the ring would fit over his
thumb and the gold coloring of the ring glistened with wetness in the half
sunlight. Rutting juices stained the ring as the views caught his attention.
He saw two men in the view had a pet on her back between them, while
one male petted and groped her teats, the other male had his fingers
playing in her rutting lips.
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Chapter Seven
“
M
any male masters enjoy bringing their pets to uncontrollable
pleasure. The pets can be brought to a pleasure release that thrashes
through their bodies and is enjoyable to watch and control.”
Fall looked at the rosy quivering cunt before him, listening to the
instructions as one of Dun’s large hands lifted and closed nearly reverent
over one of the white mounds of Maya’s teats. The decision had been
made between them. There was no other one to make. Both he and Dun
were compelled beyond any reasonable thoughts, as if their bodies gladly
took control over their minds and there was no thought but base, raw, and
lustful intentions.
Fall saw Maya’s eyes pop open with the groping of Dun’s hand over
her teat and Dun’s ensuing groan of excited pleasure. But, her irises did
not carry the appearance of being uncontrolled in pleasure as the pet’s in
the view did, and Fall quickly released his deepest desire and touched his
fingers to the extreme heat of her sodden cunt. Her hips immediately
jerked upward and she tried to close the one knee inward that Dun was
no longer holding. But, his thick arm stopped her from going too far as
she whimpered with her free hand clutching one of Dun’s forearms.
“It feels forbidden,” Dun hissed, even as his hand pulled up the full
mound of Maya’s teat and he kneaded it firmly, while Maya’s body
squirmed beneath him. “Can you believe it? These teats are so big and
firm. I have never felt anything like this. You should be
proud
, little pet.”
“Maya!” Maya gasped as the sandy-brown haired barbarian named
Dun groped her bare breast with his calloused hand. The two men seemed
oblivious to her. She was just a body to them. But, she could barely think
or form words with one set of male hands fondling her bare breasts, while
another set of fingers petted and smeared over her naked pussy. Then,
Dun grazed one of his thumbs over the engorged tip of her nipple and an
unrestrained moan leaped from her throat. Oh God, she tried to writhe her
body away, but there was no place to go to hide her mortification. But
then, Fall’s fingers were becoming more purposeful in stroking the flesh
of her pussy, that was embarrassingly soaked, and she knew that he was
following the instructions coming from the moving pictures. Those
instructions were showing how to make a pet climax. It was something
she should never be able to do given the circumstances. But–
However crazy, her mind was saying, to let the men see and feel her
pleasure, because it would make her more real to them and not just a body
or a lowly animal. Yet, the inexplicable truth was she could not stop it.
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She was being held down, and sexually—
carnally
, fondled by two
powerful men. She was a captive. She was a slave and she should be in
horror and shame, yet her naked and exposed body undulated senseless
as uncontrolled moans of pleasure cascaded from her throat. Her body
was moving like sex as though hidden natures in her mind had decided
and taken control.
Entice the male
. Entice the pleasure higher.
Lure
him.
And, her body was not her own, but a sensual display of pleasure and
enticement as breathy and then husky moans twirled from her open and
panting mouth.
“Oh hh!
Oh hh! Oh hh!” Maya’s body thrashed from side to side.
Oh! Maya feverishly craved for Fall’s fingers to move faster and
deeper into her pussy. Then, Maya heard the pictures instructions. “Twirl
your finger hard over the clit-bead pierced by the gold ring.”
“Oh hh!”
Maya squealed with her entire body jumping. Then,
abruptly Dun’s mouth was over her gasping lips, while Fall’s thick finger
was thrust inside her vagina. Dun began plucking the very tips of her
nipples repeatedly and pinching them to the point of pain as his tongue
filled her mouth so wide and intrusive it poked to the back of her throat.
Her body pitched feverish against the rough in and out, and rapid mating
thrusts of Fall’s two fingers. At the same time Fall tugged on her clitoris
ring, stretching her clit outward like a jumping little penis as his middle
finger flipped under her clit quickly.
She mewled her irrepressible answer against the burning heat of
Dun’s thick probing tongue, while Dun’s relentless fingers pinched and
twisted her nipples. Now her hips humped frantic and eager, as her
vagina sucked in the swift mating thrusts of Fall’s fingers, while the
promise of a rapturous explosion escalated inside her.
Fall nearly panted, unbelieving at the tight, hot, and liquid dripping
feel of Maya’s cunt sheath. The snug muscles inside repeatedly grasp at
his thrusting finger. It felt like a searing hot bowl of
jacqué
cream inside
Maya’s strong clutching sheath. Yet, even as the carnal feel of her
quivering entrance and the molten depth inside her lured him, his atten-
tion turned more and more to her lusty little clit-bead. It was the aura of
excitement and expectation building like a tightly contained fog around
them. He could feel and see that each skimming of his finger moving
swiftly over Maya’s clit-bead thrashed her body more lavishly and
brought more exciting and compelling moans from her throat.
He had never seen anyone move as the petite Maya-pet did, and each
opulent undulation enticed all of his senses further as though her body
was a leash and she tugged him irrepressibly closer. Every movement she
made spoke of needs and her entire body spoke of begging for the male
to be inside her. Such perfection of movement was something his hidden
dreams had ached for, and now seeing it he knew it for what it was. The
perfect counter-mate to his male aura and at this moment he and Dun
completely controlled her beyond herself.
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Fall understood that, because he had hovered on the edges of over-
powering abandon like this before, when
femmen
had teased his cock-
sram unmercifully. Yet, his stronger will, always managed to hold his
total unrestraint at bay. So, he understood the needs and overwhelming
carnal desires for a release building inside their beautiful pet, and pride
filled his chest, that he would give Maya-pet’s release. That he would be
the one to send her beyond to the pinnacle and that he and Dun would
control and be the catalyst of her bursting pleasure. What the view said
was true. This was overpowering and desirable to him. He had no clue,
what his pet’s release would look like or feel like to her. Nonetheless, he
had to imagine that it must feel near to the rapture he felt when his seed
burst from his cocksram.
Maya screamed around Dun’s ravishing tongue as the torrent inside
her crested to its highest precept, then erupted through her sex. Every
thing went blank except the apex of wrenching pleasure contorting
through her body in waves, centering in the shudders convulsing through
her pussy. She had never experienced this height of pleasure before and
it held her enslaved moment after blinding moments, until she could
barely breathe anymore.
Hurriedly, Fall grasped Dun’s hand, pulling it to Maya’s climaxing
sheath. Dun raised his upper torso with a harrowed, lean, and ravenous
expression on his face. Then, Fall guided Dun’s finger into the burning
wet heat of Maya’s flexing sheath. Their fingers felt the clenching
tremors as Maya’s small feet lifted higher, until her small toes pointed
upward.
“Sacredness.”
Dun growled with red-flushed lust harshly staining
his face, as his lips wet from Maya’s mouth, drew back in a raw male
sneer.
“A rutting sheath
made
tight and wet for a cocksram,” Fall uttered.
“With no fear, to have of
taking
it,” Dun exclaimed with fierceness
as though trying to convince both of them.
But, fear was inbred over a lifetime and Fall knew they both still
hesitated to rut their cocksram inside Maya’s cunt-sheath. A cocksram
was a male’s most potent gift. It made him a male and not a foul
femmen!
“I am going to burst!” Dun groaned.
“I
cannot stand against the
agony much longer.”
Fall felt every throb of unreleased pressure in his hard and beating
cocksram that Dun felt and he knew the harrowing difficulty of the
choice. Neither man could live with using their hands, as even shown in
the views of males pumping their cocksrams with their hands. But, that
was a piece of untruth that lay heavy in Fall’s lust saturated mind. Males
of Z’dar were not hand pricks or beast rutters and if the views showed
these untruths, what else was false? Surely not the heat-soaked sheath he
had his finger embedded inside. How could there be anything dangerous
if his finger was accepted without harm. But, the
femmen
were sly bitches
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and he knew never to trust them. Doubt and lust shook Fall equally.
Could Maya be considered a beast?
However, suddenly his thoughts shifted as Maya’s heels abruptly fell
to the ground and at the same moment she pushed. Both he and Dun’s
fingers fell free on the first shove that she made as she tried to squirm
backwards and away. Dun was the first to react, leaping, still on his
haunches to straddle over Maya’s teats. Then, just as Dun caught her
flaying wrist pulling them down and stretched out to the side, Fall leaped
forward and caught her ankles.
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Chapter Eight
D
un found his barely covered prick-root cradled between the two
firm raised mounds of Maya’s teats. He was so stiff and long with arousal
that the harsh-red and swollen head of his root had pushed rigidly free of
the top of his thong. The blood-engorged head was vivid against the pale
and creamy-white flesh of Maya’s pitching teats. His prick-heads puffy
slit dribbled seed, and dots of it smeared along Maya’s lower collar bone
as her eyes clenched. The agony of his arousal was beyond any painful
description and his lust-filled mind urged him to raise Maya’s wrist high
above her head, lifting the globes of her teats more snug around his stone
hard prick. A groan of intense feeling erupted from his throat and he
found himself lowering his hips as he slowly humped the cleavage of
Maya’s fat teats.
Maya’s eyelids flew open and he drowned in the rich fearful blue
dread in her irises. He had seen that exact dread in Fall’s eyes, right
before Yalt had forced him. Dun hated that look and it tore at him
raggedly, even as he humped her teats again—unable to stop. He wanted
the look of passion and intense pleasure that had soaked her liquid blue
eyes earlier and that had flourished across her delicate face. He could not
stand the look of fear and accusation wresting in her gaze.
“Are
pets not to serve their masters?” he asked with a harsh growl of
accusation. The views spoke of this and showed willing pets.
A struggle flashed across Maya’s face. He knew this struggle. He had
felt it with the
femmen
before. Then, she lowered her eyelids, and gasped,
“Yes.”
Maya’s body relaxed its straining tension beneath him and softened
into a lush pillow. Dun felt the victory slam his chest as he turned his
head looking at the hard lines of Fall’s face.
“I would see your pleasure again, Maya-pet,” Fall said looking
directly at Dun, then he turned his gaze down to Maya saying, “Pleasure
your master Dun, lift your teats firm to him.”
Maya opened her gaze to Fall, but she was unable to hold his gaze, as
she relented clearly, “Yes, master.”
It was difficult. Maya did not know these men and they were so large
and male. Yet, they had given her pleasure and she had least expected
that. She felt hope for the first time in many months. She was embar-
rassed, yes. This was a new and unnatural way for her to be acting, like
she was a complete sexual slave. Nonetheless, she could not deny that
she felt the thrums of excitement and arousal. Was she a pagan, she
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wondered? A pagan that let Fall grasp her ankles in one strong hand
lifting her legs together and high against Dun’s bare back as Fall fingered
her pussy, while she lifted her breasts tight around Dun’s hot-fleshed and
thrusting penis, after Dun tore his thong away.
The torrid pangs of arousal that Fall rubbed in her pussy and over her
clit breathed like fire through her body. She knew the pleasures pinnacle
now was vastly beyond comprehension and she hungered for it ravenous-
ly. That ardent desire altered her mind to it basest instincts, and raw
animal actions, as Dun’s strong mating of her breasts with his large
unbendable penis, became hotly erotic and desirous. That they would
give her pleasure, while taking pleasure, made her heart soar and her
torrid loins churn with desire.
The position was pure carnality. It was barbarian and raw and it
ignited her arousal higher just to feel it enslaving and using her body. The
baking heat of Dun’s penis with its leaking cum soaking the rigid thick
shaft, and then slicking the cleavage of her breasts made her moan. The
feel of his big round and firm testicles rolling over her rib cage, and the
way he braced on one hand to free his other hand to tug on her nipples
made her gasp in pleasure.
“Look
at me,” Dun rasped with his breathing labored and tight.
Maya locked her gaze with Dun’s gaze as Fall lifted her buttocks off
the ground by using his grip on her highly raised ankles. Then, Fall
plunged his finger deep into her shuddering vagina. “Oh! Oh!” she
squealed senseless, feeling Fall’s fingers mating her rapidly as Dun’s
face reddened over her, twisting in what might be mistaken for pain.
Then, he glared at her as though he was thrusting his irises into the back
of her head.
“I have
never
seen my seed spew,” Dun choked, just as an uncon-
trolled scream of pleasure leaped from her throat, and Dun’s bucking
penis ejaculated in an explosion of white cum. The hot goo hit her chin
and splattered over her gasping lips. Then, his big organ throbbed again,
just as she cried out from the eruption of a climax riving through her
pussy, while more of Dun’s cum hit her open and panting mouth. In her
exploding passion she greedily lapped at his cum dripping over her lips.
Then, abruptly, Dun’s hot mouth was over her mouth as his tongue slid
rough against her tongue and tasted his essence with her.
Later, she would be surprised at the carnal kiss. It was a deep and
passionate sharing of feelings between them. But then, Dun lifted from
her chest and Fall came to her with his penis rigidly bared. He straddled
her breasts and willing she lifted her slick breasts upward and around the
thickness of his hot-blooded organ, while she gazed in wonder at the
dampness in his dark black eyes. He tried to gaze at her with fierceness
and his face was strong and masculinely harsh, but the look in his eyes
told her things that he was trying to hide as the first stroke of his penis
plunged between her breasts. A moan of pleasure leaped from her throat
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and the emotion in Fall’s eyes seemed to turn and sparkle deeper. She
was not a slave, but a participant as she urged him.
“Master, yes. Oh hh!” Then, willing and overcome she lifted her
head and lapped her tongue outward, until on one of Fall’s highest thrusts
the slit of his cock pressed into the surface of her tongue. Fall groaned
above her with his muscular and tanned body shuddering.
“Maya-pet,”
Fall hissed and Maya knew the plea was for her to do it
again. Then, as Fall mated her breasts and she lapped her tongue forward
with each of his heavy thrusts leaving a trail of his leaking cum on her
tongue, she felt Dun’s hands touching her. It was as though Dun’s hands
explored her, studying each curve and line starting at her ankles and
moving upward slowly. The difference between Dun’s lingering and
exploring caresses and Fall’s weighty thrusts with the heat of his power-
ful body clamped over hers, was inflaming her again.
She moaned as the burning heat of Fall’s penis slapped her tongue
each time more rapidly and Dun’s large hands stroked the flesh of her
inner thighs.
She was pagan.
She was a willing pagan slave to two carnal
masters.
“Oh hh!” she cried out passionately with her mouth open in an
aroused pant as Dun touched her clitoris and the head of Fall’s penis
slipped past her lips just a tiny bit.
“Ah hh,” Fall groaned deeply. He had no hope of containing the
sounds of pleasure erupting from his throat. It was an unbelievable dream
happening to him, yet the shock that he felt was overpowered by his
turbulent lust. He was free for the first time in his life. Free to be the male
that he was. The male commanding to let his lust erupt and not com-
manded and the emotion was staggering. His cocksram had never been
so hard. It had never throbbed with so much pleasure and he had never
felt such tantalizing sensations before.
“Ah hh, krutz!”
he bellowed, plunging his cocksram through the
slippery hot cocoon of Maya-pets teats. He groaned with his entire body
quaking.
What male could imagine this?
Then, he felt Maya-pet’s lips
sucking around the very tip of his cocksram. Impossible! It was impossi-
ble, but he felt it twisting in his balls, and then lashing staggering
pleasure up his shaft, then shooting toward soft wet lips. For the first time
in his life his seed erupted from his cocksram and not into a
femmen
gash.
“
You
will
take the pet then?” a weak voice growled through Fall’s
erupting stupor.
Sacredness!
“For food and water?” The voice asked with
weaker growling.
Fall ended up with his body stiff as a pole tilted over Maya-pet as he
braced on his palms. His head was arched upwards as though he wor-
shiped the half sun, while the head of his cocksram was embedded to the
rim in Maya-pet’s hot mouth. She was moaning around the head of his
cocksram with her soft body thrashing uncontrollably beneath him, from
what Fall imagined, Dun was doing to her behind his back. Fall could feel
the heat of Dun’s body at his back. He could feel Dun’s hands grazing
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his buttocks fleetingly as Dun played with their pet’s cunt and he could
feel Maya-pet’s moans of irrepressible pleasure vibrating on the head of
his cocksram.
Fall dropped his head with his gaze glaring as though he were
readying to battle a Firedrake and he spat at Pug Lord laying twenty
paces away.
“For
food and water!”
Pug Lord was raised upward slightly, but his sagging jowls still
touched the ground. “For use of the pet now,” Pug Lord rasped. “We will
talk of owning the pet later.” Then, Pug Lord toppled to the ground with
a soft thud because of the short distance.
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Chapter Nine
“
L
ook how she moves,” Dun said in a low voice and he did not think
the wonder would leave him for the rest of his lifetime. He and Fall sat
on their bedding furs by a small fire, where they roasted a haunch of
fawnel
meat. The amber sun was now just a sliver in the early evening
skies, painting lavender across the plains. Fall had sent Maya to retrieve
water from a hidden rivulet within sight of where they halfway reclined,
appearing relaxed, yet in reality remaining tense for any new shock that
might attack them after this day of wonders. There was a sense of all
things having been altered around them so that everything looked and
seemed slightly askew in this new world order that had been created.
Dun’s gaze flicked from the carnal images on the views to Maya’s pale
and perfectly rounded buttocks that her long brown hair did not quite
cover.
“She tries to use her hair to cover her bareness,” Fall replied as they
watched Maya kneel with her back to them by the water rivulet.
Dun had realized that the views, which were becoming sharper
images in the darkening skies, were repeating the scenes. The one
showing at the moment showed a male feeding his nude pet with his
fingers as she knelt at his feet. These views were instruction on the use
and care of owning a pet. The import of that was still anxiously crawling
in his belly. He wondered if he dared believe such a thing could be true,
even as he had already felt the reality of it. He was unsure how to react.
He had never felt his thoughts torn in so many directions before. Howev-
er, his every gaze at Maya brought forth dominate urges, and that demand
was to steal her away and never look back.
Fall watched Maya-pet’s head tilt back and the long ends of her dark
hair lower over the globes and cleavage of her ripe ass.
Hunger.
Demand.
Protectiveness.
He realized that she must be washing herself with the
water.
Clean.
She smelled clean and soft, not musky and sour, as the
femmen
did. Maya-pet was also quiet and delicate, not rowdy and harsh.
Protectiveness felt right. It fit him. Taking Maya-pet’s lush body beneath
him had fit him. The fact she did not fight him, had fit him better.
The views showed punishment for pets to teach them obedience if
they balked. Slapping their buttocks for pleasure or obedience, was said
to enforce the male’s power over his pet. Without poisons or fighting
skills Maya-pet was helpless to both his and Dun’s strength. That fit. She
was a thinking creature, Fall could see it in her rich blue yes. She had
feelings that crossed her incredible attractive face. Anger. Pleasure. He
understood now why she had smashed the black protrusion on Pug
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Lord’s belt. It was a control to her clitoris ring, a ring that could bring her
pleasure or pain from her master’s hand. She had intelligence. She was a
thinking creature.
Her plush rounded body and her soft wet bitches sheath, the freedom
to rut her at any time, and her submission to them, hungered him.
Gnawed at him. It sent a powerful craving inside him that he would never
let go. But, her intelligence—her possible intelligence intrigued him more.
That was why he did not leave Pug Lord. If Maya-pet were
femmen,
he would have. He cared little of honor where the
femmen
were con-
cerned. It mattered nothing to him what they thought, unless he was
trying to connive rutting from them. But, he knew Maya-pet was watch-
ing and she listened. She had heard him give his word . . . perhaps. Honor
among clan-brothers was unbreakable. Honor was the highest respect
they had for each other.
A greedy male would leave now with this treasure beyond all trea-
sures ever known. A selfish male would run. It gnawed at him, the
demand to do so. To steal away
so
that no one could ever take the treasure
of Maya-pet away from him. Honor meant more. Honor in soft deep blue
eyes might mean everything.
Maya-pet stood, and both men watched her intently. She did move
with supple gracefulness that Fall had never seen before, as Dun had said.
Everything about her was made from the dreams of a male’s deepest
carnal desires. When Maya-pet turned toward them, one of her small
hands was cupped between her naked thighs, while the other hand carried
a water skin. Her thick straight hair flowed around her body, swinging
back and forth, as her bare hips swayed with enticing movements during
each of her hesitant steps forward. Her large strongly lifted naked teats
barely bounced with her steps through the trampled tall grasses toward
them, and her nipples looked like the pink circles of beacons with the tips
jutting outward. Fall’s cocksram was thick and hard beneath his cock-
thong. It had been instantly rigid again after his earlier release as he
watched the uncontrollable pleasure cross Maya-pet’s face and body
beneath him. Incredible. The wonder of being engorged again so quickly.
What intrigued him though, as she swayed toward them with all her
femaleness
wonders, was the hand she cupped over her thatch of lush
cunt hair. Then, he watched Maya-pet’s full lips, slender nose, and
delicately arched eyebrows pull upward into a wince. His gaze flickered
to her bare feet, then to his hide boots as she continued on, wincing once
more before she reached them. Immediately, she knelt in nude glory
before them, about two paces away from where they half reclined on the
bedding furs. Her hand lifted forward and she set the skin in front of them
with her gaze lowered and her hair falling over her, like a covering.
Out of the side of his gaze, Fall noted Dun glancing at him. Their
beautiful pet had disobeyed taking the water to Pug Lord. Then it
seemed, that their perhaps condemning silence overcame Maya-pet,
because she fell forward in what the views showed as an obedient
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supplication pose of a pet to her master. Her small hands stretched
forward as she bowed to the ground on her knees before them.
Fall scratched his bare chest, mainly in an effort to keep his own hand
away from his throbbing cocksram as he looked at Dun. Dun raised a
light brown eyebrow at him and Fall imagined he could hear Dun’s exact
thought in his mind saying, “Really, I just want to rut her like a beast all
night long. But, after the unbelievable occurrences today, I am still wary
of sticking my stiff dong, which I prize greatly, into the sleek, dark, and
wet mystery of her sheath.”
Fall nodded his head. They were in agreement and they knew the art
of denial well, which was made slightly easier by having had the mind-
altering occurrence of releasing their seed earlier. And . . . releasing their
seed at the unnatural timing in the middle of a moon’s rotation. Fall
wondered, gazing down at Maya-pet, how much temptation he could
stand just as he knew he would tempt himself. Yet, the male in him
decided, for undescribable reasons, that he did not want Maya-pet to
understand the power of her temptation.
“You did not take the water to Pug Lord,” Fall said in a low voice.
“I am afraid, master,” Maya-pet replied instantly with a soft cry,
staying bowed over before them.
“Sit!” Fall commanded sharply.
Maya gasped that Fall had learned one of the pleasure pose com-
mands.
She hated the moving picture machine,
she thought as her body
flinched with the sound of Fall’s command shuddering through her.
Reluctant, but with haste and obedience, as she had been painfully taught
repeatedly, she found her body moving before her mind had accepted the
action. She wondered mournfully and with shameful embarrassment how
low a pagan she had become. But, her body moved despite her unwilling-
ness and she raised her nude body upright to kneel again before her
masters.
Yet then, her knees trembled with the action required next as she
slowly spread her knees apart. Wider. Wider still. Until the tendons of her
inner thighs stretched tight and the lips of her tender embarrassed pussy
split open vulnerable to Fall and Dun’s gazes. The soft nubs of her
nipples tightened instantly, thrusting outward like miniature posts. She
flushed with embarrassment, and then she heard the sound and saw the
action of Fall clicking two of his fingers sharply together. There was
more to the pose.
The bareness of her belly quivered with her gaze lowered in mortifi-
cation as her fingers shook, while she reached for the lips of her sex,
lewdly pulling them open before Dun and Fall’s boring gazes. Her naked
flesh quivered beneath the harsh carnal exposure, inching up her sides
like ants crawling, but in rash contrasted to her aroused nipples. She
peeked through her cowering lashes and she could see two male organs,
both hard and prominent beneath scant thongs. Fierce, she told herself
that it showed her how much they desired her.
Desire.
Yes, she must hold
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to the desire. Desire meant pleasure and the feelings of pleasure could
overcome feelings of embarrassment and shame.
Trembling, she posed like a pagan slut before her powerful masters,
peeking at them closely. Forcing herself not to shake in mortification.
Both mens sinewy chests rose and fell deeper than their inactive sitting
should produce. Each man had the outline of a hard long ridge in their
thongs and their gazes, one of deep brown eyes and the other of etched
black, held predatory heat in the depths of their irises. Fall’s lips were
firm lines as his nostrils flared, while Dun’s fuller top lip was wet from
the tip of his tongue moving slowly across it. They were aroused and it
was because they savored looking at her this exposed way. The knowl-
edge made her vagina abruptly throb with a tangy ache of desire twisting
through her sex.
Images of their powerful hands touching her, of their heat shrouding
her, filled her mind and she felt the air cooler against the sudden wetness
saturating her vagina, while her clitoris swelled with sharp beats. She
could hardly catch her breath as her naked breast heaved and her bare
buttocks shuddered. Somehow, someway, she felt potent, kneeling be-
fore them carnally posed and showing them what they desired.
“Please yourself, pet.” Fall’s voice ordered lowly.
Maya’s fingers flinched on her puffy wet pussy lips. Fall’s voice
seemed to abruptly come out of nowhere. Then, she heard Dun’s hiss an
excited breath as she looked at him with his irises deepening into hers.
Why did they not mate her? Rut her as they called it, fluttered through
her mind. She looked at Dun’s masculine face, tanned but lightly flushed.
She looked into the fathomless heat in his brown eyes and suddenly she
wanted to entice him. She wanted to entice them both. Choice. They
could not take her sexual cravings if she gave them willingly and perhaps
there was power in enticement. Power over her fears. Power over the male.
She knew if she simply touched her clit, that hooded pout of hot
pulsating flesh, she would be lost. And she did, quickly against any of her
raising panic, reluctance, or embarrassment. Her moan was honest and
deep, filled with the feelings throbbing inside her. Sensations building
and raising, taking over her senses, moving her body in slow sensual
undulations as her fingers circled her swollen clit. She was suddenly a
temptress, craving to arouse the males before her.
“Oh
mm,” she moaned with her eyelids crinkling and her breasts
firming. Her fingers were wet with her rising need as she licked her lips
looking at Dun and Fall. Her hips began to roll as her breathing increased
and she saw each touch, each rubbing stroke of her finger in her pussy
was affecting them. Unbidden and controlled by her feverishly rising
arousal, her head fell back and she moaned, thrusting her breasts higher,
swaying her hips with sensual provoking motion as every inch of her skin
flushed hot with the demand for friction deep inside as her vagina beat
strongly.
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Panting, she threw her head back down to look at them, while stuffing
one of her fingers deep inside her core. “Oh hh! Oh hh,” she moaned,
with her naked breasts swaying.
Her other finger smeared faster over her clitoris as her hips seesawed
as though she was being mated and she felt her thrusting finger rubbing
deep pleasure sparks inside her. Oh God, she thought, she’d never felt
anything more erotic as she licked her panting lips over and over while
rubbing her clitoris harder, faster . . . Moaning–
Fall’s face was etched in masculine stone as he watched her, while
Dun’s face showed his deep craving. She wanted a reaction from Fall.
She demanded it. The slave enticing her master!
“Stop!” Fall uttered suddenly.
And, Maya lost her control. She lost the fantasy of perceived power
that she had held as her body quaked and her fingers still stubbornly
rubbed her clitoris, while the other fell from her vagina. Her gaze was
surprised, incredulous, then pleading. Abruptly, Fall’s hand shot forward
grasping her wrist tightly stopping her fingers frenzied motions with his
strength as she moaned forlornly.
“Stop!” He insisted harshly and she would have laughed at him
because he stopped her, when she could not, leaving her panting with her
body trembling on the brink of a climax.
“You will take the water to Pug Lord,” Fall ordered.
Punishment. Fall used pleasure as punishment and her head and
shoulders sagged. Then, his hand was gripped beneath her chin lifting it
upward, forcing her gaze to his. “We will forever protect you.”
But who
, Maya wondered tremulously, would protect her from them.
She tried to think. She even tried to obey as she had been conditioned.
Yet— . “You are cruel,” she cried softly with tears in her eyes.
Fall’s black eyes gathered like sparks of flint as his lips flattened
outward and abruptly he grasped her shoulders nearly shaking her. “You
do not believe me?” he asked with harshness.
“I do not know you!” Maya cried, looking at Dun, then back at Fall.
“I know nothing about you . . . either of you!”
“You know you would never survive two nights out on the plains,”
Dun interjected. “Alone, naked, no weapons or food . . . helpless.”
Maya’s head fell forward and her long hair fell over Fall’s thighs.
“Yes,” she whispered with a defeated tone, but then her head lifted
upright and she gazed at them both as fierce as she was able. “But, I give
you pleasure. It’s worth the trade,” she challenged with a cry.
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Chapter Ten
“
T
rade?”
Fall shook her again lightly with his gaze glancing at the
moving pictures which showed a woman kissing and washing the feet of
a male as she knelt naked at his feet. “Bah!” Fall charged releasing her
and jerking to stand. He pointed his finger in a jab toward the picture.
“These pets do not speak,” he accused.
Fall was tumbling into an abyss that he did not understand. How
could a male make sense of anything with a
femaleness
like Maya-pet
kneeling nude at his feet? And his cocksram throbbing like a hundred
drums.
Femmen
traded.
Femmen
allowed, and they played cruel games
with males minds. He hated to give obedience, yet that is what he most
desired. That was what he set out to prove to the pet, to secure from the
pet. He had taken from her, but unlike the
femmen
he had given to her
also. He had given her pleasure because he desired to.
“Your first mistake is allowing the pet to speak. Your second is
listening. Punishment for disobedience makes a g-good pleasure p-pet.”
Pug Lord’s voice abruptly interjected into the prairie winds.
Fall had noted that Pug Lord still lay on his back, when Fall glanced
over to him as he heard Maya-pet’s distressed whimpering sounds at his
feet. Fall realized that he did not like the sound or the fact that she was
afraid of any other, than perhaps him or Dun. Fall made a disgusted
hissing sound and reached down grasping the water skin from beneath
Maya-pet’s nose. Then, he reached and grasped the end of the thick stick
with the haunch of
fawnel
meat on it. He lifted his torso upright and
stalked to Pug Lord dropping both by the beast’s side as he snapped,
“Food! Water!” And then, he stalked back to the bedding furs, throwing
himself down upon it to sit halfway on his side.
“I am forever grateful,” Pug Lord rasped, still laying flat on his back,
but one of his large paws did rise upward in the air with a type of feeble
gesture. “Friends, I will show good will between us.” Pug Lord paused,
coughing, then continued. “Lick, pet!” he commanded suddenly with his
growling voice gaining strength with those two words.
“Lick
, your
possible new masters.”
Fall caught the soft gasp and jerky movement of Maya-pet out of the
corner of his eye and when he turned his head to look fully, she was on
her hands and knees with her head bowed, crawling toward him, as he
heard Pug Lord add, “And, pets are never to have their heads higher that
their master. The pet deserves punishment!” But, then Pug Lord began
coughing harshly, reaching for the water hide by his side.
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Fall tried to render his face impassive as Maya-pet crawled onto the
bedding furs with her head moving toward his waist. Unbelievable! But
then, Maya-pet lowered her upper body with her face moving toward his
crotch. He could see the upper pale globes of her nude buttocks as she
bent toward him, and then . . . incredibly, he felt her tongue lick the
bareness of his upper thigh. He nearly groaned with the feeling and
astonishment as his fingers tightened into fists. But, the next wet lap of
Maya-pet’s tongue came higher on his body near the edge of his thong
holding his cocksram at bay.
“Krutz,”
Dun cursed in wonder beside him with his hand clutching
his upper thigh near the mounded knot of his cocksram.
Fall could not see over Maya-pet’s hair spilling onto his waist and
pooling onto the furs, but he felt her small fingers lifting one side of his
cock-thong. Then, he felt the tentative heat and wetness of her tongue
licking along the shaft of his cocksram. He held back his shudder with
force. This was obedience. By all that was sacred, this was pleasurable.
“Both males, pet!” Pug Lord growled from his supine position as he
lifted the haunch of
fawnel
meat upward with what sounded like a
growling chuckle.
Fall could feel Maya-pet’s tongue trembling on his cocksram with
Pug Lord’s command, then her ripely curving naked body slid against his
as she crawled the short distance to Dun. Fall found his hands cupping
and fondling the warm satin globes of Maya-pet’s nude ass that was
positioned nearly in his lap, as she bent to lick Dun.
Dun was more openly aggressive, he had pulled his thong downward
in preparation and his hand cupped over Maya-pet’s small head as she
bent down to lick him. The sight filled Fall’s eyes as Dun groaned
outright in pleasure with his big cocksram twitching in obvious bliss
beneath Maya-pet’s pink tongue. Fall was suddenly jealous of Dun’s
open emotions, though Fall disagreed and felt Dun left himself more
vulnerable.
Dun gazed down at Maya, stroking her small head as she softly
lapped her wet tongue along the sides of his thick prick-root. It was as
though she sought his praise and caring emotion. She was not aggressive,
and while the feel of her satin tongue trailing wetness on his rigid prick
was arousing, it was also more consoling. However, it was nonetheless
incredible. How could he ever imagine he would have a submissive
pleasure mate licking his prick-root so gently? His fingers tunneled into
Maya’s thick rich hair, stroking along her scalp, as he showed her his
immense pleasure with low rumbles in his throat.
Maya moved between both him and Fall, never neglecting the other
for long, until she lay between them, first licking one, then the other. It
was as though she soothed the savage beasts inside them, licking their
appreciative male roots with long lingering laps of her tongue and sliding
her tongue along even their bellies and inner thighs on occasion, until
even Fall smiled in pleasure. He and Fall should both be seething to rut,
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Dun thought, but the quality was not like that, it was more a releasing of
the pent up tensions of this completely alien day. Furthermore, he and
Fall knew their prick’s control and denial well, and the wonderment of
this feeling that Maya inspired was not to be overlooked.
Maya was turned on her side toward Fall licking his long stiffly
engorged root, when Dun heard an interesting sound rising up between
them. Maya’s belly rumbling. Dun raised his hand from petting Maya’s
plump undulating ass and he stroked his hand over her belly on the other
side. Just as his hand spread out over the soft expanse, another rumble
gurgled in Maya’s belly.
“Our little pet growls at us,” Dun said with a chuckle, looking into
Fall’s introspective dark-eyed gaze. Then, Dun looked at Pug Lord who
had fallen into a stupor again, before he said, “We should feed her.”
Maya’s tongue stopped against the compelling and turgid heat of
Fall’s bare penis. She was starving and she could not remember the last
time she had eaten. Pug Lord was bad about that, not remembering to
feed her and what he did offer her had been nauseating so she’d gagged
down little. The mention of food was too hard to resist and she looked
upward hopefully with her stomach growling in tune with the aches
clutching inside her sex.
She had pleased Fall and Dun with her humble licking as though she
really was a pet to them. It should disgust her. At first she told herself that
it did. She had been angry and aroused and she wanted to resist, but she
feared more the punishment Pug Lord might teach Fall and Dun. So she
had quickly obeyed, knowing she had little choice and she had crawled
before them licking their genitals like a bitch animal in heat might do to
her more powerful masters. Yet, they did not treat her rough, throwing
her down and raping her femininity or ravish her mouth like animals, as
the pictures showed.
They were both powerful, more powerful than any males she had
ever seen before, but they were also hesitant in a way she had yet to
fathom. Their hands touched and stroked her body softly and without
harshness, except when they were fully aroused and became demanding
of the pleasure they sought. Nonetheless, either one of them could twist
and break one of her smaller limbs without much effort. It was obvious
they schooled this strength with her, and when she had licked the might
of their male organs she had felt that power and she had desired it.
Pagan.
“Are you hungry, little pet?”
Maya looked down and saw there was a chunk of bread lifted out-
ward to her in a big hand, by the bronzed-skinned and completely nude
Dun.
“Please, master,” she asked formally, seeking permission.
Fall nodded his permission, and then surprising even herself, Maya
greedily snatched the bread, sitting upright. Then through two stuffing
mouthfuls, she even forgot she was raised higher than they were, and she
was torn between stuffing pieces of bread into her mouth and lowering
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her head beneath their heads. Dun crooked his finger for her to come to
him to fetch more bread from his hand and Maya hesitated one brief
second with a pout playing about her lips.
“She is starving,” Fall murmured to Dun underneath his breath.
“Yes, brother,” Dun agreed, watching Maya’s pink lips form a
tantalizing purse of plumpness as she finally crawled forward and
snatched the bread from his hand. Then, she ate like someone would steal
it from her, kneeling in front of them gloriously naked in a vision of
peach-tinted skin. Suddenly, Maya began to choke and Dun quickly
grabbed his waterskin moving to kneel beside Maya, as he held the snout
of the hide so that she could catch the stream of water into her mouth. She
was none to good at this and water dribbled over her chin and down over
her bare ball-shaped teats. Once he was certain that she was safe from
choking anymore, Dun relaxed back on his side and both Fall and he fed
Maya from their fingers, until she curled up against them with her head
laying on his thigh and her feet and calves curled into Fall’s lap.
She had filled her belly too quickly after a lengthy time without food
and Dun could see sleepiness overtaking her soft naked flesh. She
murmured in contented pleasure, stretching her ripe supple body lan-
guidly beneath their caresses.
“We have conquered our pet’s fears for the moment, brother,” Fall
murmured with his eyes closed as he let his sense of touch expand and
appreciate the unique delicacy of sleek flesh beneath his hand.
“She is so gentle, a light hand goes further than a harsh one,” Dun
murmured, as he feather-stroked Maya’s peach-tinted flesh, still in won-
der. He never dreamed there could be anything like this in life as he
brushed his fingertips over the bare curve of Maya’s ass. He watched the
flesh quiver then still, and he heard Maya sigh. The longing to hear her
sigh again was an ache around his heart as he stroked the other cheek of
pliant flesh. The returned sigh excited him as he considered that calling
it and “ass” was much too harsh a word for this stirring and perfect piece
of Maya’s structure.
Maya was too sleepy to worry. Inexplicably, she felt very safe with a
glowing warm comfort in her belly. They would not hurt her, was her last
thought before her eyes closed and she fell into an exhausted sleep.
“She is asleep,” Dun mentioned, finally bringing himself out of his
sensual haze with a contented smile. His thickened prick ached, but, it
would not kill him and the other pleasures were well worth this discom-
fort. “She will sleep between us?” Dun asked, turning his gaze to Fall,
who looked off into the distance.
“Yes,” Fall muttered, as though distracted with his thoughts.
Dun reached for a fur to pull over Maya, as he nodded to Fall in
answer. Although Fall did not see him, but as soon as the robe was
covering Maya’s naked body, she murmured in her sleep cuddling into it
and turning her body toward Dun to curl against him. Dun gazed sheep-
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ishly over at Fall, who had turned his gaze with Maya’s shifting move-
ments.
“Halfway through we will trade,” Dun offered.
Fall made an uncaring sound and laid down on his back with his arms
propped beneath the back of his head as he looked up at the night sky.
Dun sighed, then laid down, willingly curling against Maya’s petite,
yet voluptuous rounded form. Dun knew that Fall’s feelings ran deeper
that his. It was the way of his prince to struggle and to keep his feelings
hidden. But, Dun provided the companionship and loyalty, while Fall
was the heart, intelligence, and of the soul of the males of the blue mesa.
Dun knew that Fall liked Maya.
Fall liked Maya deeply
, Dun thought
with a smile as he pressed his nose to Maya’s hair inhaling the rich scent.
Halfway through the night, Fall still stared upward at the night sky.
Not long ago the views had abruptly stopped and the natural sounds of
the night had finally brought peace and normalcy to the plains. Yet, Fall’s
mind would not stop turning and one image came repeatedly to him no
matter how he tried to ban it.
Kissing.
The views called it kissing, and
why in the far reaches, after all the healthy, raw, and base sensations he
had experience today that this one should distract him . . . he had no clue.
He never kissed before. He had never heard of kissing before, how-
ever, two things were disturbing his peace at the moment. Fall looked
down at Maya-pet, who had turned away from Dun in her sleep not long
ago. It was a movement he had been instant and acutely aware of, and
now he looked down on her. She was turned toward his side, not three
hand spaces away from him.
Maya suddenly jerked awake with the presence of male lips heatedly
covering her mouth and groping fingers touching the lips of her sex.
It
was Fall
. Then abruptly, her body was corralled against Fall’s body by
the band of his unyielding arm across the small of her back as they lay
face to face. His lips covered her lips like a baking veil as the sensation
of his finger tapping her clitoris instantly flared a leaping arousal inside
her to life. Immediately, her naked body undulated with urgent needs
against his heavy body as the sound of her mewls lost their power inside
the steaming oven of his mouth. Fall’s fingers were demanding and
unfailing as he stroked the beating throb in her clitoris higher and higher,
while his mouth stayed latched over her lips. The passion inside her was
so fierce and abruptly she was moving with it, following its fiery brand
clutching her pussy for more . . . More!
Her tongue thrust into Fall’s mouth colliding against his tongue as
she writhed against Fall’s fingers stroking aches across her clit. Her hips
rocked and her turgid nipples skidded over Fall’s hairy chest, while he
caught her moans deep inside his mouth. Then it exploded inside her,
rushing free like a high wind and as the rapture of release beat through
her sex and onto Fall’s fingers, Fall took her tongue along his tongue and
sucked it deep.
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They lay locked together as her body shuddered in bliss and he held
her firm, until the emotion calmed to softness and she fell limp against
the heat and strength of his body. His mouth grew tender and sweet, a
calm after the storm and he told her the hidden secrets of his nature
through his lips kissing her lips. Then, he lifted his mouth from her, and
said soft but firm, “Sleep.”
Maya’s sigh was like the sound of a soft breeze feathering through
the petals of a field of plains flowers. Then, her cheek came to rest upon
his chest, and Fall slid his fingers in her hair cupping the back of her
small head. Nothing badgered his mind any longer. He had laid the
hecklers in his thoughts to rest and he closed his eyes.
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Chapter Eleven
T
he sound was enormous and sudden. It was just before dawn and
Fall bolted upright, leaving Maya-pet fallen on the fur behind him in his
haste, as he reached for his sword. Dun was already in a crouch beside
him looking up into the shadowy, early dawn at a large orange light
above them that seemed suspended in the sky.
“The Pug Lord’s rescue vessel!” Maya-pet gasped between them,
shielding her eyes as she looked upward.
Fall’s gaze jerked to Maya-pet registering her words and their mean-
ing.
“More
Pug Lords?” he asked in a commanding snap of words.
“Y-Yes!” Maya yelped in answer to his striking command.
“Vanish,”
Fall ordered in a hiss, grabbing Maya-pet by the waist and
heaving another startled yelp from her as he tossed her over his wide
shoulder.
Dun moved swiftly gathering up weapons and their supplies as he
whistled sharply to the slope-backs, but saw the beasts had already
scattered with thunderous noise filling the plains from the descending
Pug Lord’s vessel.
“Disappear into the tall grasses!” Fall shouted above the tremendous
noise and both men sprinted forward. They would run! They were men
of the blue mesa and could run for days with little rest.
“To the sandstone chambers!” Fall heard Dun’s shouted suggestion
and they turned to the east increasing their speed as they raced across the
plains.
At first they were uncertain whether the orange vessel would follow
them, but after several long clicks, sprinting through the plains, it began
to fade on the horizon behind them. Still neither man would feel comfort-
able until they had the cover of the sandstone mountains and were within
one of the mountain’s maze of chambers. The one they chose was an
outlook point. It had a deep pool and access to chambers deeper into the
mountain.
They ran all day, switching Maya-pet’s weight between them. Even-
tually, she seemed incoherent from the bouncing and the angle she was
being carried, and the blood that must be filling her head.
He would not
stop
, regardless, Fall thought, carrying her limp now over his shoulder.
Not until he reached a place where the Pug Lords could not take her from
him. A place, at least, where it would be very difficult for them to try.
Sweat was covering his body as Maya-pet’s lush hair swung against
the bare haunches of his buttocks that were uncovered with his thong. He
could feel her chubby teats sliding over the roped sinew on his back, and
just the feel of her against him, flesh to flesh, and the fact that his
fingertips grazed her rutting lips where he held her inner thigh, had his
cocksram hard and throbbing as he ran.
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No! He would not take a chance in the far reaches of Z’dar of losing
her. Then, they were climbing to the lookout chamber and even as his
heart labored with the exertion, he felt a sense of ease fill him that they
would make it. He did not understand gnarled-shaped boulders that flew
through the skies, but he did understand the flight of the mighty Fire-
drakes, and not even those vicious beasts could easily attack a male in the
lookout point.
The lookout grotto was wind carved out of the sandstone mountain.
Its smooth stone walls were awash with light orange and pink sandstone
and slashed with red veins of mineral deposits. There were two half
circular entrances into the grotto. One to the east and one to the west
overlooking the blue mesa plains beyond the mountains in both direc-
tions. The wind over time had smoothed the rough sandstone surfaces
and rounded the edges. There were two pools of water. One smaller
drinking tarn where the iridescent green rain waters filtered over the
sandstone into clear liquid to quench ones thirst. The second pool was
large, forty men could gather in its sandstone heated waters, shimmering
in clear green colors with light steamy wisps rising from it in the late
afternoon heat.
There were paths leading up to the lookout grotto for slope-backs to
follow and corrals left to keep them in, as there were beds of powdered
sand filling pockets of the sandstone floor of the grotto for men to sleep
upon and find comfort. Without their slope-backs, Fall and Dun came up
one of the footpaths from the east and as they reached the top both men
looked back over the plains seeing nothing but the amber glow of the
early evening skies turning nearly red against the blue mesa plains.
“They will never find us,” Dun said firmly, looking first at Fall, then
to Maya hanging limp over Fall’s powerful shoulder.
Fall nodded then said, “We need to eat, bathe, and find some rest,
brother.”
Dun found a smile and rubbed his smooth sweaty chest, saying, “I do
long for the water haven, it is one of the best on Z’dar.”
Fall stepped forward into the grotto and when he reached the water
haven pool, he used a hand to undo his cock-thong, tossing is aside
before he stepped into the warm waters. Dun moved over to one of the
sand beds with their two packs that he carried and he began to set out the
bedding furs and supplies.
Fall eased Maya-pet down off his shoulder into the cradle of his arms
and her neck fell limply back over his forearm. Her eyes were closed and
her delicate face was flushed red as he looked down on her, watching her
dark hair float in the green waters around him. Fall stepped further into
the pool, going deeper, feeling the heated water soothe his heavy balls,
then slip up the rigid ram of his shaft. He moved until the water lapped
around Maya-pet’s buttocks and the pale firm mounds of her teats. Her
lips moved slightly and he saw that their normal pillowed ripeness was
dry as her eyelashes fluttered lightly. He was in the water deep enough
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that her body floated, so he was able to unhook his forearm from under
her thighs and bring his hand forward. He cupped water in his palm and
dribbled it over her lips, then he smoothed his wet palm over her soft
cheeks and forehead. He had never experienced anyone as delicate and
gentle before and it soothed him filling an ache deep inside him, until it
no longer hurt.
His gaze strayed to her nipples which had been spongy and relaxed
when he first entered the water, but were now stiffening and stretching
outward into small stems of florid flesh. His pulse beat harder as he
watched them, then looked down at the crown of curls glistening with
water droplets between her white thighs. There was never going to be a
moment that he was not going to want and yearn for her
femaleness,
he
thought with clear understanding.
Then, Maya-pet moaned softly and his gaze turned back to her face
and he saw her shadowy blue eyes gazing up at him. Fall lifted more
warm water cupped in his palm and he spilled it over Maya-pet’s teats as
he watched her beautiful face. Her eyes flickered down to her lush
mounds, then back to his gaze as her small hand lifted upward to press
on his shoulder blade as though to support herself.
“Where are we?” she whispered with her gaze drawing confusion.
“Safe,” he murmured, and he saw the confusion leave her gaze as she
looked up at him with trust that showed her confidence in him. That
change in her was transporting, stroking his maleness. This felt right.
And the world that had seemed askew for so long, tilted into balance.
Fall helped Maya to stand in the pool and she held onto him looking
around the grotto as the water lapped beneath the paleness of her solid
teats and just below the red-fleshed and purple-tinted head of his cock-
sram as he stood taller in the water. Maya saw Dun and surprised all,
perhaps even herself, with a small tentative smile. Then, Fall watched
Maya-pet turn her gaze up to him.
“May I wash, master?” she asked softly.
Fall did not think the
femmen
cleaned their tough hides, but once an
entire season if that, and it elated him to find this evidence of Maya-pet’s
desire for clean softness. Her tender and supple body was deserving of
such. Nevertheless, he had also watched the views closely last night from
their beginning until they came to the end, and then cycled over again. So
that now, he said quite confidently, “I will wash you, little pet, then you
will wash your master.”
Maya-pet’s hands slid off his upper arms, lowering to her side as she
bowed her head and murmured, “Yes, master.”
Fall nearly smiled, but he snatched it back firmly, as he called to Dun,
“Toss me the
jacqué
washing bar, brother.” Fall did not turn his gaze to
Dun, but merely stretched out his open hand, palm up, and a moment
later the washing bar fell into his palm, which he closed instantly to keep
if from falling into the water.
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Chapter Twelve
D
un laid back on the bedding furs sighing as he propped himself up
on one elbow. The powdery sand beneath the furs was so much more
comfortable to lie on than the hard ground. His eyelids lowered halfway
as he watched the wonder of Maya, and then the wonder of Maya and Fall
together. It was as though she conceded, demurred to their male strength
giving it the respect it deserved.
Dun watched Fall guide Maya to a shallower part of the pool.
“Kneel,” Fall ordered softly.
Maya ducked her head and lowered down onto her knees slowly, and
now she faced where he lay on the furs, but her gaze was lowered. The
water was high enough that it covered the thatch of hair between her
thighs.
“Lean back as far as you can,” Fall said, lowering to his knees behind
her.
Dun saw Maya hesitate, but then Fall tugged her hair and her ripe
body moved stretching backward, until her spine arched sharply. The
position lifted Maya’s patch of lush cunt hair into view and from his
position Dun could see the puffy outline of her soft bitches lips, while the
bareness of her sturdy teats lifted upward to the ceiling of the grotto.
“Sacredness,” Dun uttered beneath his breath. The sight was stirring
as Fall began to wash Maya’s long hair. Dun looked down at his stiff
prick, bulging beneath the smooth hide of his thong. It ached to be free
and he untied the side, letting the ram of his prick spring free. It bobbed
once stiffly before settling into a curved arc halfway between his body
and the ceiling.
“Ah,” Dun sighed feeling the cooler air rush against the heat of his
flesh as his gaze greedily returned to Maya. He saw that Fall had Maya’s
dark rich colored hair soaped thoroughly and just as Dun looked up from
his turgid cock, Fall’s broad soapy hands closed over Maya’s teats. Fall
did not stop there, but massaged and soaped the mounds while Maya’s
hips seemed to undulate with an insuppressible motion. She was so easily
aroused and her body moved like it was beckoning males. Dun groaned
watching Fall’s hands spread out and stroking down to Maya’s small
waist.
“I cannot stay upright,” Maya gasped.
Dun heard Fall chuckling, while Fall’s hands cupped Maya swaying
hips.
By the beyond
, Dun thought. He had not heard Fall make a sound
of pleasure over anything in many seasons.
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“Raise up and bend over then, little pet and I will wash your plump
ass,” Fall said.
Maya moved as Fall guided her. But, Dun saw Maya’s cheeks turning
red and her eyes clench, as she bent over on her hands and knees, raising
the pale globes of her bare buttocks to Fall. Interesting, Dun thought, he
knew the flush on Maya’s cheeks was embarrassment. He had felt it
before with the
femmen
. One time badly when a
femmen
had ordered him
to bend over in rut play, then she had prodded a rough finger up his ass,
while the group of
femmen
with her laughed at him.
Dun rumbled disgustedly at the memory, watching Fall’s large hands
stroking over the delicate slopes of Maya’s back. Maya once again
swayed her hips and he knew she was engaged again and unable to stop
herself. He liked this about her, because it held the idea that the male
could master her pleasure and she had no hope to hold it away from him.
The
femmen
who prodded his ass never gave him pleasure. If he had
thought that there was the slightest chance she would, he might have
swayed his ass at her.
Fall’s hands reached Maya’s ass and he soaped and kneaded the
fleshy cheeks slowly. Dun could not see as well since Maya had bent
over, but by the undulating motion of her body he guessed Fall soaped
her swelling bitches lips too. They would be fat, and flushing redder. He
had seen them puff outward as he had aroused her. Dun’s gaze flicked to
his towering prick. It ached and he tapped his fingers on his thigh near to
it jutting presence. Even that small vibration tingled in the shaft. His gaze
flicked back to Maya’s teats with longing. He remembered their warm
softness, snug and hot, around the friction of his plunging prick-root.
After seeing the views his whole world opened up into a rutting
surplus. So many things to do with “sex” as the views called it by one of
its many names. Amazing things that he had never dreamed of. In the
views, males without shame stroked their pricks calling it masturbation.
These males even did it heartily for enjoyment and spewed their seed on
their pet’s, coating their pet’s mouths, buttocks, or teats.
“Oh hh!” Maya squealed suddenly and Dun’s gaze became more
focused, drawing him away from his thoughts as he saw Fall picking
Maya up and tossing her into the deep end of the pool. They were
laughing together. Maya and Fall were laughing together. A abrupt smile
broke across Dun’s lips. It was good to see his prince laugh.
Maya looked up at Fall coming toward her. She had called him a
barbarian in her mind and he was, but a handsome one, and a powerful
male one. The water sluiced over his hard chest, a chest of defined
sinewy mounds of muscle with dark hair flattened by the water. The
bulging strength in his arms could lift two of her weight over his head.
His black eyes glittered with amusement and suppressed sexual heat. His
face was lean and strong with a sharp nose and his lips were proudly
shaped. Kissable lips. Desirable male lips. She now knew how they felt.
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She would not deny or hold back the fact that he had aroused her with
his hands washing her. He wanted to see her arousal. He had tugged on
her clit ring. He had stroked his soapy finger inside her and he had rubbed
her pussy, until she had ridden up on her knees mewling passion at the
feel.
Now he came for her and she wanted her hands on him. She wanted
to feel him and it was not submission to his command to wash him, but
her own desire. His long black hair ran in rivulets along the sides of his
hard-angled and dark-jawed face. He handed her the washing bar with a
predator’s glint in his black eyes. She was breathless as she took the
washing bar from his hand and lifted it to his hairy chest.
The first touch of her hand to the unyielding muscle shivered low in
her belly, peaking tight aches in her nipples. He was like a mountain of
smooth sloping rock, warm rock and her hands slid with longing over
him, to his broad shoulders, mounded upper arms, sinewy forearms,
bulging chest muscles and down to the sharp ridges in his lean belly. Her
gaze dropped to the head of his penis bobbing out of the water. It looked
big, soft-skinned, and the slit was glistening. But then, Fall began turning
his back to her.
Maya took a deep breath with the lingering picture of the head of
Fall’s large penis in her mind, and she began to wash his back. Neverthe-
less, he unexpectedly ordered, “Use your teats, little pet. Soap them, then
wash my back with them, and my ass to.”
Maya’s mouth opened in an O. Whatever Fall have been before, he
learned quickly. “Yes, Master Fall,” she answered automatic now, with-
out realizing her natural acceptance.
Maya slowly soaped her breasts, with her hips slithering uncon-
sciously as she gazed at Fall’s broad back. She would only be able to
reach the lower part, because of her height compared to his. But, she
wanted to. She could not wait, and part of her mind was surprised, while
the rest of her mind was just simply filled with lust. It was a need so great
that she plied her naked and soapy breasts against Fall’s lower back,
pressing them in firm as she held his hips. He made no sound, and his
body did not even tense. He was made of steel. But, her body wasn’t, and
it melted into him with her nipples rubbing over his flesh.
“Lower.” Fall’s voice was deep and low.
“Yes, master,” Maya whispered, suddenly thrilling at the sound of the
word master.
Pagan.
She would never be able to do this without his
command. She would never feel this carnal lust rushing through her, until
the feel of Fall’s body was the only thing that mattered.
Her breasts rolled and slid over the high arch of Fall’s buttocks and
she gasped at the erotic feel throbbing inside them and pinching her
nipple tips.
“Lower.”
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Maya flourished her breasts over the hard slabs of Fall’s sinewy tight
buttocks, feeling the drag of her nipples, as a moan tumbled from her
throat.
“Lower.”
Lower, would put her on her knees and she went willing, rubbing her
breasts over the hills of Fall’s ass, but then, he was turning, as his hand
clasp the back of her head, tilting her gaze upward to his. The pole of his
penis jutted near the left side of her face. Her hands were like white signs
spread out on the bronzed skin and black hair of his upper thighs. The
hair around his groin was short, thick, and pitch black.
“Suck,” Fall said, in a low husky command, gripping her scalp tighter.
Maya knew the command, she knew the response. She was to open
her mouth willing and wide, letting her master, mate his penis deeply into
it. But, she had never had a penis in her mouth before and her fingers
curled on Fall’s thighs as she looked up at him beseechingly. Fall’s hand
tightened on her head as his gaze grew sharper and she knew he would
pressure her. But then, he completely surprised her by saying, “Speak.”
His thumb stroked the side of her neck as she licked her lips. “I have
never done this before.” She surprised him, she saw it in his eyes.
“I have not as well, little pet.”
Fall shifted in the water and the hungry knobbed head of his penis
bounced near her ear as water lapped at her chin. “C-Can, I?” Maya
faltered, taking a deep breath.
“Can you what?” Fall asked.
“Can I do it slowly and learn? Not like the pictures show.”
“Pictures?” Fall asked.
“The instructions. The pictures with no one there.”
“Ah.” Fall nodded. “The views. Yes, you may learn,” he finished
looking at her deeply.
Choice. Permission. Putting her master’s penis into her mouth, cra-
dling it there. Intimacy. Trust. Even her sex throbbed with the need to do
it. The desire. Maya grasped Fall’s unbending penis, still looking up at
him. The corners of his eyes crinkled at her first touch.
A reaction
. Her
hands felt the weight and the heat as she pulled the big head to her lips
and she licked her tongue over the slit.
“Krutz.”
The sound echoed from both Fall and Dun loudly as Dun grabbed the
ram of his own prick in his hand.
He would not be suppressed anymore
,
Dun thought with defiance, while taking a long tight stroke on his rigid
prick. His flesh shuddered with the feel and the intense eroticism of doing
the forbidden.
But no more
, he thought angrily, pumping his heavy prick
again as his gaze turned to Fall and Maya. To Maya.
Her lips were stretched wide over just the balled head of Fall’s prick,
while her small hands milked the root. Dun groaned, pumping his prick
faster, watching Maya’s cheeks concave and he knew she was sucking.
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Both he and Fall groaned at the same time as both of Fall’s hands
came up to cup Maya’s head and his knees bent in reaction. Dun’s eyes
grew to just slits as he milked just the head and below the rim of his prick
faster. Then, Maya sucked part way down the shaft of Fall’s prick
meeting her pumping hands and bouncing back again.
“More.
As much as you can, Maya-pet,” Fall charged with his body
bowed over her in pleasure.
Dun watched the head of Fall’s prick begin to pop in and out of Maya
soft pink lips, each time more rapid and on some strokes she took him
deeply down to the root. Dun felt the seed in his balls bubbling upward,
as he arched his back, humping his hips.
He was free!
Dun saw Fall’s hips began to move, and the sight of Fall rutting
Maya’s wetly sucking mouth, rolled over Dun in waves. Then, Dun
bellowed, but he caught it in the back of his throat, just as his seed
spewed, arching upward and landing on his belly, while his thighs
shuddered and his chest panted.
Fall’s suppressed bellow followed his and through slitted eyes Dun
saw Maya take most of Fall’s seed into her mouth. But, the amount was
overwhelming, because it began to dribble out of her lips with each of
Fall’s continued strokes into her mouth.
Dun groaned at the lust-filled sight, as Fall on the last edges of his
release turned to look at him gritting his teeth with a fierce look in his
eyes.
“We are free,” Dun uttered, holding his now limp prick in his hand.
“Free!” Fall hissed.
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Chapter Thirteen
I
t was their own failing for letting down their guard, especially since
they knew that Prince Fall was being stalked by the gamey-faced Consort
Yalt. Even the spellbinding temptations of Maya should not have been
enough to allow them to shirk their watchful duty, of seeking not to get
caught by Yalt or discovered by the Pug Lord’s. But, both Fall and Dun
slept in a slumber so deep it had not been felt before because they were
intertwined around the voluptuous curves of their individual, yet shared
dreams of the
femaleness
they both held.
Fall was the first one to become aware of the sound of tinkling bells
invading irritably on his new found dreams. The awareness abruptly shot
through him like a churning roll of thunder clouds. If he could hear their
bells, it was already too late! His alarm spiked, with a panic-filled surge
of adrenalin. Yet, it was not fear for himself as it should be, but over-
whelming fear for Maya. He could not let the
femmen
hurt Maya!
Fall jerked upward and brought Maya and the fur with him, covering
her cry of surprise against his shoulder. “Dun!
Femmen
!” Fall expelled
in a vicious snarl, even as he stood and sprinted three large steps away,
behind a tall boulder, because he had no time for any other distance.
If the
femmen
knew he was here, and they must, being so close, they
would have all the exits guarded, even the rear ones. The
femmen
knew
this lookout grotto as well as any male on the Z’dar, and a male’s only
chance against being caught by the
femmen
was on the plains, not in the
mountains. Still, he did not wonder why he and Dun had let the presence
of this danger slip from their minds after all the incredible events that had
happened to them in such a short time.
Dun’s heart skipped beats as he jumped upward from a dead sleep.
His alarm was more agonizing because it was twofold. One for his prince
and closest clan-brother and the other was insatiable need to protect
Maya.
“Run! Do not come back!” Dun shouted as he strode forward naked,
leaving his weapon behind useless against the
femmen
deadly poison
darts. They would strip him anyway, his nakedness mattered little to
anything but his pride. He would face the
femmen
alone and save his
prince.
Dun hoped, and he prayed fervently that Fall would run. But, even as
he did, he knew it was a futile gesture, for he knew his prince well and
he knew the
femmen.
“Krutz!”
Dun cursed. He would be facing the
femmen
, nude, but also with a stiff jutting prick. The sight of his heavy
arousal would make matters worse. “Let this
not
be Yalt,” he hissed,
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standing golden-skinned, hard and naked, in the shining moonlight of the
cavern.
Fall dumped frantically squirming Maya-pet in the dark recesses
behind the tall boulder, grabbing her shoulders with a demanding shake.
“Listen to me!” he hissed. “Listen to me as never before, pet!” He had
her wide-eyed attention now. “Do
not
move from this spot! No matter
what you hear!” Fall slapped the handle of a short-bladed knife into
Maya-pet’s palm. “I
vow
to hold you safe,” he uttered, Then, he stood to
sprint away, as he hissed again,
“Do not
move!”
“Fall!” Maya cried helplessly, then she shoved the edge of the fur up
to her mouth to stop any further sounds. What could make a man of Fall’s
formidable structure so afraid? It had to be horrible and beyond descrip-
tion for she could not imagine many things that could stop Fall or Dun.
It was not the Pug Lords. Fall and Dun would not be this alarmed. Maya
peeked from the dark shadows, seeing Fall, then Dun moving to stand
next to Fall as they both faced six humans with appearances like she’d
never seen before.
Women?
Maya’s mind froze on the word. A look of horror etched her
face as she questioned her sanity. What caused her to think of these
spectacles of human countenance as women? She had never seen humans
that looked like this before. They were wild looking creatures, with
human bodies, more man like, with gaunt faces and their intent held
arrogance and viciousness that was evident in their postures. Powerful,
yet brittle, and she could easily imagine them snapping at each other like
lank jackals in a fierce fight. Heathenish warriors, dirty, unkempt, deadly
and yes . . . women. Because what else could they be?
“
Krutz,
Fall!” Dun shouted, as Fall arrived by his side. Then, Dun
spat on the smooth rock ground next to him.
“It
had
to be, brother,” Fall uttered, halting at Dun’s side as they
faced the six. Fall knew there were more
femmen
scattered, unseen
around the grotto. His heart hammered and his breathing lifted his chest
as if he had run a distance.
It was Yalt
, with her grease spiked black hair.
His nose quivered as he thought that he could nearly smell the rank
musky odor of it from where he stood. Consort Yalt, out to seek her cruel
revenge on him. She had probably been tracking him since he left the
stone fortress.
Fall spat on the stone between them, pulling his lips back hard across
his teeth. He could have fought them this time! He could have finally
defied the
femmen,
laughing in their rangy faces. Perhaps, that is what he
wanted all along, to face them, out on the plains alone. Abstinence was
his
freedom, and he could have fought them, flinging back into their
faces the power of the rut, not caring if they took the rut away from him
forever. And, he
would
have this time!
Except,
for Maya!
“Kneel,
shriveled pricks!” Yalt shouted.
They had no choice. He would have defied them, and let the
femmen
cut him off from the rut for life. He would have done it now, in this
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moment . . . finally, even before the hope of Maya-pet. But, now he could
not because of Maya-pet. He would do whatever it took to make certain
that Maya-pet remained unharmed and he knew that if she were discov-
ered by the
femmen,
they
would tear her softness to shreds. So he knelt
and placed his hands at his back as they expected of him . . . as they
demanded of all males.
Dun went to his knees because his prince did, but also because of the
poisonous darts the
femmen
held ready to prick him with if he did not.
These
femmen
were not out to play simple rut games threatening the
prince of the blue mesa this way, Dun thought. Yalt gambled highly that
she could get away with this and the irony was without Maya to protect
she might not have. But, now he and Fall would do anything to save Maya.
Fall suppressed his bitter laughter. The parts of Maya-pet that he had
seen and held enticingly spread against his body were heavens apart from
the ugliness he now perceived in the
femmen.
He looked at the
femmen
with new sight and all he could see were hard angles, pointy shoulders,
ungainly bulges, roped and knotted muscles, that rose and fell in unbal-
anced proportions. Some were completely bald or wore spiked hair as
Yalt did and doubtless not even black in color, just crusty with dirt. They
had no middle body curves, but spindly and straight hipped, most missing
teeth. And, Fall knew that beneath their shift’s lay slackened teats that
dangled limp to their bony rib cages like craven utters. No fluffy down
covered their prickly mounds. Not like the soft curly patch between
Maya-pet’s thighs.
He watched Yalt clomped forward in an ungainly and bowlegged
fashion. Her eyes the color of blackly charred wood with her thin lips
pulled back in a snarl of triumph. Fall observed that two of the
femmen
carried lethal poison darts in plain view. One of them with a thin tannic
tube pulled up to her lips with it pointed at him. The
femmen
could do
horrible unsightly things with their vast caches of poisons. Not all
including death, and things males could not comprehend but, simply
draw fear from. It was another reason why the men of Z’dar would
succumb to kneeling to the
femmen
. But, the men of Z’dar were not so
completely cowardly as to give over their entire freedom to the
femmen
in servitude. No, they only kneeled and yielded to what the
femmen
thought of as rut play, when they could not avoid contact or when in
search of a rut partner. The rest of the time the males of Z’dar avoided
the
femmen
like a plague, not even allowing them access to their fortress,
unless the rut was engaged or for political reasons. Males and
femmen
lived entirely separate lives other than the rut. It was another attitude, Fall
thought, that the
femmen
used to their advantage. They seemed to have
an inborn intuition to push the males in the old ways, determined that
there would be no changes.
Fall tensed in warring anxiety and defiance, kneeling nude before
Yalt. At least his cocksram had fallen limp before her. His flesh rippled
with the desire to break Yalt’s neck, before she could order him lashed
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down defenselessly for the
femmen
cruel rut play. No one but Dun had
known that it was ultimately because of Yalt that he’d been pushed over
the edge into complete abstinence. Yalt played some cruel dark games
with him, trying to maneuver him into taking her as his only partner. She
had screamed at him with the true
femmen
outrage at two of the last ruts,
not believing his outright intent, when he had blatantly refused her. He
had not bothered attending the last rut.
That might have been his biggest mistake, because when he had
considered a lifetime of rutting, and to then have that always and only be
Consort Yalt, it had unhinged him and drove him to commit to the
abstinence. In reflection, he felt more than justified, when he had walked
out on Yalt at the last minute, leaving her no chance to coerce another
male to rut, but the bitch had left him no choice. Nonetheless, even for
Consort Yalt it would be suicidal to attempt to kill him, Prince Com-
mander of the blue mesa. He had no fear that he would die, only that
when Yalt was finished with him that he could easily wish that he had.
An instinctive tinge of fear tightened his muscles to straining marble,
even as shame washed his belly sourly. Then, fiercely rousing his
strength against his anxiousness, and in a clash of wills, Fall raised his
black eyes emitting golden sparks of defiance, surging with hate, as Yalt
met his gaze with her own dead black eyes. Contemptuous, Yalt tugged
her dirty hide shift up over her head laying bare her rawboned, unsightly
figure and Fall turned his eyes away in disgust as she stomped up to him,
placing her bare cleft nearly in his nose.
“You
will beg me to rut with you when I am done with you, prince,
shriveled prick!’” Yalt exclaimed, as she vulgarly fingered her bitches
cleft. Fall tried not to gag, except the smell was so foul that he let his
mind momentarily drift to the remembrance of a sweetly honied cleft that
was pink and fresh. He nearly groaned out loud, yet the image bolstered
him.
“Let’s
play!” Yalt shouted. “Start the taunt!”
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Chapter Fourteen
M
aya shoved the edge of the fur further into her mouth. Why did Fall
and Dun
not
fight, she screamed inside her skull as she watched the
manly-shaped women force Fall and Dun onto their bare backs? The
hatched-faced women stretched both men’s powerful arms and legs apart
and outward as far as they could, then roped their wrists and ankles to
stakes pounded into the rocks. Dun and Fall were left spread-eagle,
naked, and defenseless.
Surely they could have fought the barbaric women?
Maya knew Fall
and Dun’s muscular strength could win against these large, rangy, demon
women. But, the sound of Fall’s voice saying, he would protect her kept
ringing in her ears. Was it because of her that Dun and Fall did not fight,
she wondered, swiping at the tears in her eyes? What would these strange
false women do now?
Kill
them? Would she be left to watch their murders?
But then, the barbaric women left Fall and Dun after staking them out
and they moved to build a large fire, then stripping their dirty hide shifts
away, while they drank freely from hide bladders. Maya could only guess
the liquid in the bladders was mind-altering, because they became more
rowdy and frenzied.
Suddenly, Fall turned his head and looked straight at her in her hiding
place. His eyes were deep black points of distress, but not for himself.
Somehow, Maya knew that his concern was for her. She watched his
gaze searching her face intently with some unknown emotions sparking
a heated fire in the depths of his inky irises. “Do
not
move, Maya. No
matter what, happens stay quiet!”
Fall had said her name
. Tears that had been burning in her eyes fell
free as she nodded her head slowly to Fall. Had Fall, a man of courage
and strength yielded to save her? It seemed to her that surely he alone
could have conquered the six false women. He was carved in strength and
well-honed muscle, he was athletic and bluntly masculine. She wanted to
whisper something to express her gratitude for his sacrifice, saving her,
but the horrible premonition of what was about to happen, left her crying
silently in wretched impotence. All she had left was to pray for Fall and
Dun, which she did with fierce intensity.
Maya
, she was splendor to him, as he’d never found before. She hit
a core deep inside him that Fall could not explain. Only acknowledge.
Nothing in his life had ever felt as right as the feeling of fierce pride that
he had by sacrificing himself to protect her. He held onto that feeling
with selfish possession, even as Yalt swaggered over to him with two
other
femmen
in tow. Yalt would rut play with him now. Bait him
horribly. Pump his cocksram to excruciating heights of carnal frustration.
Never letting him spew, always bringing him to the edge, but never to
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release. It would not be a simple, hurtful tease this time. Claiming him as
her next rut partner and setting her ring through his nipple. No . . . this
time he would be brought to the depths of degradation. He would suffer
for his defiance of her and all
femmen
.
Vulnerable, Fall watched Yalt assessed his naked body through her
slitted eyes. Slowly, her gaze ran the full length of him, lingering on his
exposed and limp cocksram. For agonizing minutes she stared at it,
licking her thin, cracked lips in anticipation. Then, abruptly she moved
and Fall tightened his control, forcing his gaze to remain steady and true
and not to cower in disgust. He fought his tinge of fear. It was too soon
to lose control, as he knew he eventually would.
He kept his pride a while longer, sending Yalt an angry glare, as she
came closer and stepped over him with both feet planted at the sides of
his head. Then, suddenly she squatted. His mind immediately recoiled in
disgust at the hairless
femmen
rutting lips, so close to his face in a
perverse manner.
How,
could he have
ever
wanted what was hidden
inside of this? Shame flooded his body.
“You will
beg
me to breed your offspring for life, when I am done
with you!” Yalt snarled, winding her fingers in his hair and tugging
sharply. “You owe
me
, shrivel-prick and now you will pay! I will teach
you something new and from now on I will expect it at every rut!” She
yanked his hair harshly. “Give me your tongue, prince,
lick
my rutting
lips!”
Bloody krutz
!
No,
Fall thought in horror. This had never happened
before! How could she want such a foul thing? He knew there were times
when
femmen
stuck their mounds in a male’s face in what they thought
was some sort of enticement. But this?! “No!” he bellowed with anger.
They would have their way, but not this!
Rancid krutz!
He would retch!
Suddenly, Yalt’s free hand, not tearing his hair, opened and Fall
glimpsed a dart with a needle, right before he felt the sting on his
straining neck, as Yalt hissed.
“This
poison is for you, prince! You will
not deny me again! This poison will stiffen your prick to painful hard-
ness! And, it will
stay
stiff, until you beg me to rut!”
Fall’s cocksram lifted upward, growing hard at a jutting angle that
lengthened over his belly as he twisted and groaned beneath Yalt squat-
ting above him.
“But, I won’t let you rut!” She hissed. “Not for another full cycle!
And, unless you shame yourself by pumping your prick with your own
hand, you will live in agony. Only your hand won’t help you either!
Only,
femmen
rutting juices will relieve your pain and allow you to squirt
your seed!”
Yalt ordered two
femmen
forward to grope Fall’s thrashing and
straining body. They grabbed his balls and pumped his rigid cocksram
with their rough hands, until he was choking back groans. Then, Yalt
shook his head.
“Beg
to lick my rutting lips. If you please me enough, I
might release you!” Her pelvis descended. “Beg me!”
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“No!” Fall thundered as he flailed against the ropes cutting his wrists
and ankles with each sawing jerk.
Maya moaned, catching it hard in her throat as if she were drowning.
She shoved her fist into her mouth to stifle the sounds, weeping as she
rocked back and forth in helplessness over the humiliations being forced
on Fall and Dun. Three of the hag women tortured Dun, taking turns
squatting over him to rub their genitals over his face as the other two
grabbed his penis. They viciously pumped the large organ, until he tried
to pump back, then they stopped in roaring laughter as he groaned and
shook violently, until they did it all over again. Never allowing him to
release, but keeping him on the edge of agony. Both Dun and Fall fought
their bonds, tossing helpless beneath the inhuman and cruel women’s
hands.
Maya could see the tears that etched streaks on both mens dusty
cheeks. It was at that moment, when she saw their souls leaking out in
tortured drops, so slowly and painfully, that she knew she had to do
something. She’d rather die than see another person tormented so! She
clenched her eyes tight against the visions of their agony and tried to
gather her own strength and thoughts. She had to be braver than she could
comprehend. She
had
to find the courage. She prayed and prayed that the
evil women would soon exhaust themselves into a stupor.
Still praying for courage, Maya waited what seemed an eternity, until
there were no more movements from the evil women and they sprawled
in what looked like heavy sleep around the fire. She gathered courage
that she’d never had much of, and she looked over at the hatched-faced
women one more time, assuring herself they were passed out. They were,
and snoring loudly. First, she cut a hole in the fur with the knife Fall had
given her and put it over her head so it would drape over her body. Then,
she cautiously crawled from her hiding place with the knife held firm.
She crawled all the way and reached Dun first. He jerked when she first
touched the ropes around his wrists, but she quickly began cutting the
bindings. Maya looked to Fall as she worked and saw him shaking his
head in a weak, but demanding gesture, that she should retreat.
“No,” she mouthed silently, and with her own defiance, as she freed
both of Dun’s wrists.
Once Dun’s wrists were free, she could see that he barely had the
strength to move as he jerkily lifted his torso upright, reaching to work
on the ropes at his ankles himself, as he hissed low.
“Free,
Fall.”
Maya nodded touching Dun’s back once before she crawled to Fall
who was gazing at her with as much censure as his weak body could
muster.
“No,
Maya, go,” Fall hissed.
Maya swiftly dropped her hand over Fall’s mouth, shooting a darting
glance at the evil women as she shook her head, denying his command
with her long hair bunching and swaying over his arm. She felt herself
losing her control and she chewed on her bottom lip as her eyes filled
with tears. Oh help! She had to be brave! She could
not
leave him. Maya
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lowered her mouth to Fall’s ear with her hair pooling in the strong hollow
of his neck.
“Please
. . . master,” she whispered. “Please, I cannot go without you.
I am too afraid. I would rather
die,
then let them hurt you any more.”
Maya pressed her cheek against Fall, feeling the light bristle of his beard
and the lean firmness of his cheek as she willed him not to order her away.
He turned his head and she let his mouth free, as he whispered
haltingly into her ear. “I-I do not know if I can move or stand.”
There was shadowy moistness in his black eyes as she kissed his
temple, whispering, “Then we will help each other.”
“No one
stays behind,” Dun whispered, abruptly beside them.
“Maya, release his wrists, I will get his ankles.”
Maya saw Dun grimacing with each movement, but he looked much
stronger than Fall and both men’s male organs were nearly obscenely
engorged. Once Fall was released, Dun came to help Fall to his feet and
Maya could see the effort it cost Fall not to scream in outright agony. His
penis was so stiff, it jutted outward like a thick pole and not angled
upward like it normally would when rigid. Maya held Fall on one side
and Dun held him upright on the other as Dun guided them silently out
of the far west side of the grotto. Maya saw large sloped-back animals
grazing there and she assumed they were meant for riding.
Dun grabbed the reins of the first slope-back. He did not relish this
ride at all. He felt battered and beaten. His prick felt raw from harsh
hands and as stiff as it was it would be a painful ride. He knew Fall would
be worse. Fall had taken the brunt. But, it had to be done and so Dun did
not ask or warn, he just hefted Fall up onto the slope-back, wincing as he
heard Fall’s grunt of pain. Dun grunted himself as the skin stretched tight
over his prick, but he ignored it with gritted teeth and turned to lift Maya
up behind Fall.
“Ride
on,” Dun ordered, as Fall grasp the reins, with his face etched
in pain. “I will be there,” Dun finished, slapping the slope-back into
motion. He would take the time to make certain the foul
femmen
could
not easily follow the prince of the blue mesa. Although, he felt that Yalt’s
foul deed was done . . . for now.
“Hold my waist, Maya,” Fall ordered.
Maya heard Fall groan in pain as the animal leaped forward into a
hopping run. She felt Fall’s large body trembling and sweat beaded his
bare back from the strain as she held him tightly around his taunt waist,
while laying her cheek to his back. She did not know how Fall did it
through the lopping stride of the running animal. The pain of jolting up
and down in his condition had to be excruciating! But, he stayed upright,
until his shuddering only happened at longer lengths in between. Then,
hours later, after a long night and the draining of emotions swamped over
her, she began to doze, feeling Fall grasp her hands on his stomach to
anchor her as she nodded off.
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Chapter Fifteen
M
aya never knew how many hours they rode, but when she woke,
Fall was gone and Dun was lifting her down from the slope-back riding
animal. “Are you all right, Dun?” She asked in concern looking up at him
as her feet touched the ground and she held onto Dun’s sinewy forearms.
“It has eased. It still feels raw, but-.” Dun’s voice broke and suddenly
he drew her into a tight embrace of his muscled arms. She could feel him
shaking. “Ah . . . Maya, it is nothing like Fall must feel. The poison Yalt
gave him won’t let him loose!” Dun laid his cheek on her head. “He has
so much pride, little Maya. What will I do?”
Maya rubbed the roped muscles of Dun’s back with her palms, trying
to reassure him. He cared so much for Fall. “I will help him,” she
whispered into Dun’s mounded chest, rubbing her cheek across the taut
muscles. Then, she released Dun and went to find Fall.
Maya found Fall by a small sandy beached lake, near their stopping
place. As she approached, she saw he was sitting cross-legged on the
sandy edge, sideways to her, but facing toward the green tinted water.
She stopped a short distance away studying him through her lowered
lashes. He had a small chestnut colored fur laying over his wide shoul-
ders and he sat completely still, with his hands resting palms upward on
his knees. His eyes were closed and the tips of his inky eyelashes hovered
above his strong cheek bones. His head was tilted slightly upward as if
seeking to worship the half sun and the look on his face was unsure and
questioning.
It was obvious that he had delved into the serenity of the lake because
his mane of thick black hair was still damp and lay in tangles from the
way he must have flipped it back carelessly from his face. His features
were angled with a virile masculinity and the texture of his tanned face
appeared bolder and sharper.
“Do
not
come any closer!”
Maya stopped on her tiptoes, hearing the sharp bass edges of Fall’s
voice. He had lowered his head and he looked at the lake before him. “I
release you,” he said without turning his head. “I no longer hold you as
a pet or slave to me.” Maya shivered visibly at the meaning of Fall’s
words. “And, I will pay Pug Lord his amount for your freedom.”
“Fall,”
Maya gasped, stepping forward.
“Do not come near me!” Fall hissed, bowing his head with his eyes
clenched.
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Maya tottered to a stop.
Freedom!
She looked out onto the plains
seeming to go on forever before her eyes. Had she not yearned so
desperate for freedom? Yet, that was before her life changed irrevocably
in so many ways. Commonsense said freedom out on the plains or really,
anywhere on this planet meant little. She did not have the prowess to
survive on her own nor the strength to keep another from taking her as
slave again. Her life as she knew it was gone. It was long gone from her
now. Yet, she had also changed. Changed deep inside herself. The
reluctance she should feel to be a slave to Fall or Dun was not there. She
did feel hesitant at times about what Fall ask her to do, yet she had
discovered that excitement and arousal were heightened in that hesita-
tion.
Yet, what also came with it was something she had never felt before
and that was a certainty of her place in anothers eyes. Each time Fall
ordered her to act out one of his sexual commands was because he
desired her. There was no uncertainties in that desire. They were true,
honest, and forthright. He wanted her. He wanted to look at her naked
body with his heated gaze. But, more, he wanted to be the male to give
and control her pleasure.
Maya licked her lips, rubbing the soft flesh of her outer thigh beneath
the fur draped over her. Fall had gone through torture to protect her. He
had faced his possible death. Fall had clearly shown her worth to him and
he did so even more now.
“Free to do as I wish?” Maya asked in a whisper.
Fall’s profile turned to her partway, but still not far enough to look at
her fully. “Yes,” he muttered.
“Good,” Maya stepped forward.
“Do not!” Fall exclaimed, jerking his head to glare at her as she
stopped again. “I am barely holding myself back from charging you and
taking you down for a savage rut beyond my control!”
“Oh,
Fall,” Maya exclaimed, rushing forward and kneeling before
him, even as he visibly flinched.
His dark eyes flared as he glared at her fiercely. “It was better when
you
obeyed
me,” he uttered, barely moving his clenched lips.
“Let me help you. Let me relieve you,” Maya begged, reaching
forward, but Fall swiped her hands to the side.
“I would break you. You do no know what you ask! I have felt the
small sheath inside you. It is too tiny. The
femmen
gape, you would
break,” Fall hissed, shuddering with his head shaking from side to side.
“My hand does not work. Bloody
krutz!
I tried,” he said in a harsh groan.
“You would not break me,” Maya pleaded reaching forward again,
only this time, Fall jerked backward and leaped to his feet.
“You do not know of what you speak!” he yelled.
“Leave
me to my
agony.” Fall sprinted past her, tossing the small fur over his shoulders
aside before he jumped, then dived naked into the lake.
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Maya scooted back as icy droplets of water sprinkled her. The water
had to be freezing, Maya thought, watching Fall’s head bob to the surface
a distance away. She huffed. Fall was very noble for a barbarian. He
might know many things, but he obviously knew very little about wom-
en. Maya tilted her head to the side, fingering the edge of the fur that she
wore, as she thought,
well . . . she was a pagan wasn’t she
. She smiled.
Yes, she was and that water was too cold for Fall to last long.
“You know little of women!” Maya challenged, loudly. Loud enough
that Fall could not help but hear her.
Maya stood and lifted the fur up over her head, then laid it out behind
her. She turned back to face the lake and Fall, with just his head out of
the water as he faced her. Maya flipped back her long hair, and then she
slowly caressed herself from her bare hips to beneath her breasts. She
undulated her body in a long slow stretch and cupped her breasts, lifting
them upward.
“What
are you doing?” Fall demanded, not moving from his position.
“Arousing myself for you, to make myself wet.” She kneaded her
breasts with a soft purring in her throat. “If I am wet, then I can accept
your full-grown cock inside me.”
Water splashed, but Maya did not wait to see what results this
brought, instead she laid down on the fur, with her knees bent. She kept
one hand at her breast, playing with a taut nipple point as she lowered her
other hand between the closed legs of her thighs. When she touched her
pussy, a moan leaped immediately from her throat. She had been aroused
just seeing Fall’s puffy red cock towering between them as they talked.
Small parts of her mind not engaged in the conversation had teased her
with the feel of that pole of manhood rubbing inside her.
“Oh
mm mm,”
she moaned with her breathing increasing and her hips
swaying lightly as she fingered her clit between her closed thighs. She
continued to make increasing loud and beckoning moans of pleasure as
she undulated her body on the fur.
The splashing of water came closer as she lifted her head slightly with
her eyes heavy-lidded in arousal, while playing tight little games on her
clit. First, she saw Fall’s face with his black eyes shimmering with water.
Then his neck, and the beginning of his shoulders appeared. She inched
her legs open. Now the top of his muscular chest appeared with his
nipples of tight brown circles that were hard and wet.
Her knees fell open a little wider as she reclined as though she were
a feast before his steady rise from the lake. Each time he showed more of
himself, she opened her legs wider, moaning, with her fingers rubbing to
increase the wetness of her sex. Then, he stood before her with her legs
fallen open as wide as they could, fanning out her pussy lips to a hot
rosy-red display. Fall’s sinewy chest heaved.
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Chapter Sixteen
“
C
ome, make love to your woman, master,” Maya said in a husky
feminine purr.
Fall’s heavy red cock bucked right before her eyes. “Make love?” he
asked with a rasp.
“Rutting face to face, master.” Maya moaned with her hips rolling in
seduction. “So we will see each other as I lay on my back and you on
top.” Maya raised her feet off the ground, lifting them until they pointed
toward the sky in a wide V offering herself openly and completely to Fall.
Fall fell to his knees, but his torso stayed upright as his gaze riveted
to her unfolded and drenched pussy, “Master?” he asked.
“Yes, my master, Fall, please say you will have me.” Maya moaned,
flicking her clit harder beneath Fall’s gaze as her hips jumped. “I need
you. I need your protection.” She breathed harshly. “I
want
you, mas-
ter.”
“You
, are a sweet demon,” Fall rasped holding himself upright with
visible effort. “My
sweet
, pagan slave.”
“Yes!” Maya cried with her hips bouncing upward as she plunged her
fingers into her hot vagina.
Fate!
Fall had said, pagan and it was their
fate. “I am
so
wet for you, master,” she moaned lifting her fingers from
inside herself. “I am dripping for your hot cock.” Maya held up her
glistening fingers before Fall.
Fall groaned, falling forward, bracing his hands on either side of
Maya’s body as his mouth sucked her finger in deeply.
“Oh
hh.”
Maya mewled, feeling the large head of Fall’s cock pressed
to the very opening of her vagina.
“Bloody
krutz
! I care not to hurt you,” Fall groaned. “You are too
delicate. Too small!”
“No, you will not hurt me!” Maya cried, lifting up and grasping his
shoulders. “I want it hard and rough, Fall. Take me! Rut me! I will climax
the moment your hot cock thrusts inside me!”
Krutz!
The things this woman said to him, Fall thought twisting in
wild lust that lashed through him and burned into his cock, burning for
release against the torment that drummed through him. He could only
supplicate himself over Maya, while remaining trusting and greedy that
she would release his torment. He had lost control over the severe hunger
of his cocksram and relief was hot and wet. He could feel it on the searing
head of his ram, with the skin so tightly engorged it felt as though it might
rupture.
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“I
must
thrust,” he groaned with tears glistening in his eyes.
“Yes!” Maya cried with her breath steaming into his panting mouth
as her small hands grabbed his buttocks digging into the flesh and
tugging. She was stronger in her passion than he could have believed and
his hips moved forward. The head of his cocksram began to slip inside
Maya’s tight sheath with the lips of her cunt lifting and separating wider.
But then the entrance tightened and clenched, making him stop and throw
his head back with a fierce groan.
“Again! Again!” Maya cried using her small hand to push his hips so
the head of his ram left her sheath, but then she quickly grabbed his
buttocks and pulled him forward again.
“Maya,”
he groaned, feeling his ram move as far in as the thickened
rim, as his body convulsed. He was mindless with only one demand not
to skewer Maya and rip her apart. He could only follow her unrestrained
urges as she pushed and pulled his hip, squirming on his cocksram,
making sounds of frantic pleasure that he had never heard before. But,
with each pump of his cocksram that she urged, the shaft snaked deeper
inside her.
“Oh hh hh
, Fall-Fall!” she cried, clutching him with her heels that
were now stretched to the back of his neck. “Rut me! Rut me!” she panted.
His mind snapped then. The way
was
tight and welcoming, if not
small and he lifted his hips and thrust all the way to the root of his
cocksram. “Maya!” he bellowed, and his hips lifted rapid again and again
as Maya cried out in shrill pleasure riding the wave of his plunging
cocksram. There was roaring in his ears, but still his male instinct knew
Maya’s cries were of release and bursting pleasure.
“Sacredness!”
Fall implored fate with a savage growl that Maya’s sopping cunt
juices would release his cocksram as his heartbeat pounded erratically
and his seed boiled in his distended balls. His hips were racing, lifting
and falling, as his cocksram drove into Maya’s clenching sheath and he
moved her body so fierce that her teats bounced frantically beneath him.
But, she held onto him by her heels and her hands gripping his upper
arms, her beautiful face awash in intense emotions.
Fall shouted, shaking his head and entire body as he lanced his
cocksram swiftly into Maya’s receiving heat with his mind begging for
release. “Release me!” He slapped Maya’s buttocks with his thighs
pounding faster, while sweat flew from his naked flesh. The pleasure-
bound pain rolled up his ram and he strained his muscular body.
“Fall!” Maya cried out, screaming in another pleasure release that the
male inside him recognized instantly. But, then he felt it on his cocksram
as her small sheath convulsed like the grip of a fist over it.
“Maya!”
Fall bellowed as his seed exploded from his heaving ram
and his body quaked violently. His cocksram flexed sharply, then spewed
again as his neck arched and he liberated pent up groaning . . . long and
harshly expelled!
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Maya clutched Fall’s sweat-soaked body to hers as he fell over her
and she welcomed his weight. Her shaking legs fell over his buttocks as
she tried to catch her breath, feeling the rapid pounding of Fall’s heart-
beat against her breasts. One of her hands stroked his slick spine and the
other caressed through his damp hair.
“Did you release?” she asked in a breathless whisper. She could feel
his penis was still hot, hard, and throbbing inside her, but she could also
feel the flow of their passion dribbling down her buttocks.
“I did,” Fall said through a heavy breath. “But, I am stiff again in the
tight treasure between your legs.”
Maya smiled, stroking Fall’s hair. It seemed a woman could make a
barbarian slightly lyrical, just as he could bring out the pagan wildness
inside of her. “Does it hurt you still?” she asked softly.
“No, and I ask you the same,” Fall said, rising on one elbow to look
down on her as his fingers stroked her neck.
“No.” Maya sighed. “It feels . . .” Maya undulated her hips and
squeezed her inner muscles once, feeling the thickness inside her holding
those muscles stretched back. “Very good,” she answered with a soft
moan.
Fall gazed sharpened. “It seems, woman, are insatiable and have the
ability to release many more times than a male.”
“Mmm,” Maya purred, swaying her hips lightly with her eyes grow-
ing heavy-lidded. “We can,” she admitted with a secret smile.
“I see, there are things about woman I do not know,” Fall said,
caressing the hollow of her throat.
“You can command me to teach you,” Maya said in a playful quip.
“You
. . . sweet slave, have given yourself to me and I will command
you to many things, like now. Are there other poses a woman and male
make love in?”
“Yes,” Maya said breathing deeply as she gazed into Fall’s dark eyes.
“Many,” she added.
“Many?” Fall’s black eyebrows rose. “Show me another then.”
“Turn me on my side then, master.” Maya said with her nipples
peaking instantly at the suggestion.
Fall’s face gathered an immediate interest and predatory gleam. Just
the look alone sent a shiver of excitement through Maya’s body, and
deeper, rippling over Fall’s turgid organ filling her. They felt the connec-
tion instantly, flowing through their gazes with perceivable flex and draw
between them. Fall answered, but not by his hips stroking his penis in and
out of her, but by his inner muscles twitching the thickness in her core.
She gasped, clutching him, reminded of how he was able to buck his
penis upward before her gaze, and this felt the same inside her.
He watched her like a carnal hawk, gaging her every response,
thrilling her with his ironclad control, as her will flowed into his. “You
have more pleasure points than your hot little clit-bead, sweet slave,” Fall
said shrewdly.
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Her eyelids crimped as she wet her lips, breathless. “Yes.”
Fall rolled his hips suddenly, with his broad penis embedded deep.
Maya moaned and gasped at the same time, riding her hips with the
thrilling friction. “Ah,” Fall breathed. “I feel you clutching my cocksram
like a fist opening and closing.”
Maya’s heels dug into the back of Fall’s thighs as he strongly rotated
his hips once again and a small cry of enjoyment leaped from her throat.
Fall’s lips pulled back with a carnal male sneer of arrogance, exciting her
to her very core. She gripped his wet hair in her fingers tight, tugging his
head downward, as she lifted her hungry lips to his. His sexy sneer turned
to possession and his mouth engaged her urgently kissing lips, but he had
more control than she did and he rolled his hips again.
“Mmmm.”
The drag of Fall’s bulky cock inside her stretched her
sheath with hot-blooded friction as Fall’s tongue corralled her tongue and
he tugged it back into his mouth to suck deeply on it. Her moans churned,
while her hips tried to undulate against his weight.
Fall drew his mouth around the erotic texture of Maya’s tongue as he
milked it deeper and harder into his mouth. Maya was made for rutting
delight. It was her very essence, and her spirit dripped with sensual
vitality, carrying him into worlds of unknown pleasures. He would
worship her skills forever, holding her as a sweet love slave to him for
eternity, and placing his commitment solely for her protection and
pleasure.
But right now he intended to rut her passage in as many positions as
his cocksram could hold stiff for.
A dream come true.
He lifted her body
with one strong arm urging her onto her side. The turning of his
unbending ram deep inside her had them both moaning as he hooked her
top knee under his forearm and lifted, until her heel was curled over his
neck. The sight was rapture to his male mind. He could see the width of
his large ram embedded deeply into Maya so that her entrance stretched
like a red band around the base of his cocksram. He realized with a shock
of lust spiking inside him that in this position he could watch his ram
pierce Maya’s cunt hole, and she was spread so wide over his thickness
that her clitoris ring dangled off the tip of her swollen and jutting little
clit-bead. He leaned forward stretching her inner thigh against his chest
spreading her thighs wider and inching his cocksram to its deepest inside
her, until only the pitch black hair surrounding it showed. He held back
his groan at the tightness gripping him from the head to the base as sweet
Maya moaned for them both. Her inner muscles incredibly rippling over
his cocksram as his first finger slipped through her dangling clitoris ring
and he tugged it gently.
“Fall!” Maya gasped, as she tried to sway her bare hips beneath his
weight and he watched her hands lift to the fullness of her breasts. He was
mesmerized as she cupped her own breasts kneading them in her hands
and a sharp sound of enjoyment leaped from his throat. She was a
beautiful rutting tease, he decided, and he would live for the things she
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could surprise him with. But he knew with his thick long cocksram
embedded inside her hot wet cunt hole, and his finger playing with her
clit-bead, that he was the master of her pleasure. That knowledge made
him complete and fired the male inside him to proudness as he lifted his
hips slowly watching the reddened root of his slick cocksram leave
Maya’s sheath, until he reached the fat rim. Maya undulated over his
moving ram with breathless moans as he rubbed her turgid clit, then he
plunged his cock to the hilt.
“Oo,
Master! Master!” Maya cried, as his buttocks flashed hot with
the intense pleasure that tight dragging plunge wrought through his ram.
His seed oozed out of Maya’s sheath as he watched, with each slow
determined thrust he took, as he rocked Maya’s lush ass upward. This
position was bliss as he watched his cocksram leave Maya’s rosy sheath,
then lunge back inside again.
“Another
pose,” he rasped harshly.
Maya ground her clit-bead against his fingers rubbing it, but when he
ordered her for another pose, she unhooked her heel from his neck and
let both her legs fall together as she lay on her side.
“Sweet,
Maya,” he
groaned.
The tightness of this new pose wrapped around his cocksram as he
grabbed the ripe cheeks of Maya’s ass, and he swung his hips driving
deep into the clutch of her cunt.
“Ohh
yes! Yes! More, more!” Maya cried.
Then, he remembered a lusty command from the views.
“Hump
your
ass onto your master’s cocksram, sweet pet.”
“Fall!” Maya gasped, as she braced her hands beside her and they met
in the middle for a driving thrust that slapped her ass against him.
“More!” Fall groped Maya’s fat ass cheeks tighter into his hands and
pulled and pushed her as she humped backward, strongly stabbing his
cocksram into her gripping cunt.
“Oh hh! Oh hh!
Oo!”
Maya screamed.
“Another!” He groan roughly.
“Oh, Fall! Oh, master!” Maya cried, with her teats bouncing as he
drove into her, while she straightened her legs and turned onto her belly.
She lay flat on the fur as his legs straddled the outside of her legs, and if
he thought before that the way was tight, he was wrong as the drawing
grip of this position sucked over his cocksram.
“Maya
. Sweet,
Maya,”
he groaned sharply, as he stretched his legs
along Maya’s legs and lower onto his elbows over her back. His hands
scooped beneath her corralling her large teats into his palms, as he raised
his hips dragging his cocksram from inside her with hot pulling friction,
and then he lunged forward again, lifting her ass into his belly.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Maya cried as he swiftly towed his ram back and
drove forward again, picking up speed, feeling the fire of tightness
searing his stabbing ram. Maya wildly gyrated her ass beneath his weight
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and the sound of her imminent release filled the roaring in his ears as he
rutted her faster, holding back his flaming seed.
“Fall!”
she screamed and he felt in on his lunging ram, as her cunt
sheath churned over his cocksram and he bellowed his release with her.
He continued to rut, driving the pleasure over and over and higher as
they panted as one, and he pumped the last dredges out, until they both
lay breathless. His sweaty chest slicked Maya’s back as he lifted a hand
from her teat and brought it upward to stroke her temple, lifting the damp
hair from around her face.
“Now for bathing, then you will show me another,” he murmured into
her ear.
“Yes, master,” Maya sighed, as he nuzzled her cheek.
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Chapter Seventeen
“
I
must go help relieve Dun,” Maya said, rising to sit upright on the
sandy beach, with water spilling off her naked flesh, after a nippy bath in
the lake with Fall.
“No need!” Dun’s voice came abruptly from behind them and Maya
turned watching Dun walking up beside them. “I
am
free,” Dun pro-
claimed, while his hand lifted his limp penis, then he let it fall flaccid
against his thigh once again.
“Free?” Maya questioned looking at Fall for the answer.
“Dun has found the freedom to use his hand to pump his cocksram.
A thing we thought lowly and forbidden,” Fall answered.
“Yes,
freedom,
” Dun exclaimed, then he sprinted forward and leaped
into the lake.
“Lowly and forbidden to touch yourself?” Maya asked in wonder,
turning her gaze from watching Dun’s diving, back to Fall.
Fall nodded, asking, “Woman touch themselves without command to
do so then?”
“Of course,” Maya said. “Women.” She emphasized the “E.”
“Women would suffer if they could never touch themselves and bring a
climax.”
“Yes, suffer.” Fall nodded. “I will touch myself as Dun has and never
deny it again.”
Maya smiled her best seductive smile at Fall, asking, “May I watch,
master?”
“Perhaps,” Fall answered as he leaned over on his hands and crawled
a space to her. “Lay back, sweet slave, there is male another I have
thought to try.”
“You have?” Maya asked with her eyes twinkling as she lay on her
back. “Not even seen on the views?”
“No, not even on the views,” Fall answered, stopping his crawl with
his head in a position over her thighs.
“Lay,” Fall commanded softly.
Maya’s eyelids flared, it was a pet’s pleasure pose command and her
skin shivered with the anticipation of what Fall was going to do, that she
had no inkling of. “Yes, master,” she murmured, bending her knees and
moving her heels until they touched her buttocks. Then, she let her legs
fall open as widely as she could, until her pussy was openly exposed to
Fall’s gaze.
“There is more,” Fall prompted.
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Maya blushed, squirming a little. Some things were still against her
timid side. “What are you going to do?” she asked in a whisper as she
lowered her hands to her pussy lips and slowly lifted them open wider.
“Soft, and sweet-smelling slaves do not question their masters,” Fall
chided with no heat behind his chide, but shimmering heat of a different
kind in his gaze.
Maya caught her bottom lip. She was becoming aroused again just
laying naked and supine beneath Fall. It was amazing after as many times
as she had climaxed and she wondered if she could ever get enough of
Fall’s carnal virility. “Yes, master,” she responded demurely, feeling her
clit beginning to palpitate in anticipation.
“But, I intend to suck you as you sucked me,” Fall said.
Maya gasped, but before she could do any more Fall’s head was bent
between her thighs. “Oh hh,” she squealed as she felt Fall’s open mouth
close over most of her pussy. Her fingers immediately lost their hold on
her pussy lips as they curled into the sensations flowing through her.
Fall paused in thought, lifting back from Maya’s pink, but rosy cunt.
She was not shaped as a male, this would not work the same. He had
thought to suck the entire delicate flesh in his mouth strongly, like in the
way Maya sucked her mouth over his cocksram. But the gold ring
through the pebble of her flesh that gave her the most pleasure caught his
eye, and he inventively tugged on it with his tongue.
“Oo
ohh,” Maya squealed, clutching her hands deep in his hair.
She liked that, Fall thought with pride and she tasted musky and
sweet. He dived in for another taste with his tongue.
“Fall!” Maya cried out, lowering and lifting her hips as though he
were rutting her slowly and her flesh on his tongue grew hot with her
essence clinging to his mouth. This had to be the best thing he had ever
plotted and he laid his tongue flat, lapping over each fold and crevice of
Maya’s sweet, warm, and juicy cunt. His cocksram, even after all the
effort it had been through today, sprang to life.
Mmm
, he could lick on
his beautiful pet from sun rising to sunset.
Fall lapped his tongue over the entrance to Maya’s sheath, testing out
the heat and delicacy. A thought occurred to him the instant he did it . . .
Of course it would work.
Maya arched backward, crying out in pleasure, as Fall’s tongue thrust
inside her. Her legs raised clutching the sides of his shoulders and his
tongue left her vagina, then he pressed it inside again. “Fall! Fall!” She
panted with her body gyrating on the sparks of pleasure dancing through
her.
“What are you doing?”
Maya barely heard Dun’s curious voice, but then, Fall lifted his
mouth from her pussy, leaving her panting, as he said, “Licking Maya’s
rutting lips and sheath.” Fall said in a matter-of-fact way, but his voice
was husky, as he added. “She tastes good enough to eat, brother!”
“It
pleases
her.” Dun stated firmly.
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“Dun, let her suck you,” Fall said, right before he sank his head
between her thighs again.
“No, I have my hand– ,” Dun started to say-
“Please, Dun. Please, let me,” Maya pleaded passionately. She was
so acutely aroused that Dun’s big penis in her mouth was exactly what
the pagan fire inside her craved. She tried to hold back her squeals of
pleasure that Fall produced with his tongue now prodding vigorous over
her clit, as she waved frantic for Dun to come closer, “Please, come here.”
Dun looked sideways, then back and down on her with her lips wet
and parted in passionate pants. His penis was getting large and lifting
upward as he stood and scratched his chest. Maya felt Fall’s rolling his
tongue over her clit and a huge burst of pleasure thrashed through her.
She reached her hands out to Dun.
“Please
, Dun, I need your cock in my
mouth.”
Dun’s chest lifted and he stepped forward, then went down on his
knees beside her head. She was so sexually charged bouncing off Fall’s
tongue, that she grasped Dun’s penis urgently. It was only half filled, but
a wicked pagan urge built inside her to have it stuffed in her mouth.
“Ah hh,”
Dun groaned as she sucked the head between her lips, then
halfway down the shaft, while Fall slathered his tongue over her clit, then
inside her, then over her clit again.
Maya squealed in bliss over Dun’s penis as her mouth took up greedy
suction on it and it grew between her lips. The big organ began to stretch
her lips limits and her wild sucking motions on it burned her mouth. The
feeling of being filled from both ends was stunning and thrilled her
senses to abandoned ardor.
Dun grasped her head with his hips beginning to pump as he groaned
and she made wet slurping and sucking noises over his cock. Then, Fall
abruptly lifted her upward with his hand gripping her bottom and he
began to suck her clit and clit ring tightly. Maya cried out around Dun’s
heavy penis, thrashing in pleasure as she tasted hints of Dun’s seed in her
mouth. Fall had her body rocking to and fro, which seesawed her mouth
over Dun’s penis.
When her climax came, the need inside her to have Dun’s large organ
as deep in her mouth as she could, completely overwhelmed her. She felt
the rapture of her climax churning like an explosion through her, into her
pussy, while she milked Dun’s cock like a greedy babe to the back of her
throat.
Fall felt Maya’s release tumble through her soft ripe body and
shudder against his mouth. Then, a gush of hot juices poured over his
bottom lip and he drank them up greedily. The reality was too stunning
to comprehend. How he had been given this gift too rare to understand,
but he held it in reverence.
Then, he raised his lips from Maya’s puffy soft cunt with her juices
still staining his face and he watched her sucking Dun’s stout cocksram.
Fall’s hand fell to his own rigid cocksram and he circled it with his
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fingers. Dun’s back was arched as his chest heaved, while Maya bobbed
her lips rapid over Dun’s cocksram. Fall squeezed his ram and began to
pump, watching Dun’s redly engorged organ plunge in and out of Maya’s
lips.
They all groaned as one in this new world they were building of
giving and receiving pleasure willingly. And then, when Dun bellowed
his release, Fall bellowed his own release, spewing his seed on Maya’s
sweet cunt, as she swallowed Dun’s seed.
Later they lay entwined around each other on the bedding furs and
slept the sleep of satiated and fulfilled exhaustion.
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Chapter Eighteen
F
all would say later to himself that having Maya in his life now
demanded changes, as in not rutting to exhaustion so deeply that he was
consistently letting down his guard and being caught unawares.
As it was, he was the first to jerk awake with the feel of something
heavy shrouding his body, that had not been there moments before. He
quickly realized it was a net and his incoherent first attempts to escape,
only tangling him further into its web. Dun was awake seconds after him
and struggling just as fiercely with the net on the other side of Maya, who
was clutching his side with her body quaking against him.
“Stop fighting it, Dun!” Fall ordered sharply as he willed himself to
go against his instincts and do the same.
“Friends! Friends! Do not fear!”
Fall sat with his chest rising and falling heavily and the netting
draped over his head as he glared at Pug Lord. Pug Lord approached with
a pronounced limp, his paws raised in a calming gesture and his left arm
wrapped up in a sling.
“I mean you no harm, friends,” Pug Lord growled. “We used the net
for fear you might kill us if we came to close. I wish only to speak to you,
brave warriors.”
Dun snorted on the other side of Maya and Fall had to agree that Pug
Lord spun words like a barterer in the streets of the blue mesa fortress.
But still, Fall had finally worked out in his mind that Pug Lord was as
harmless or as sly . . . and Pug Lord was merely a barterer of goods.
Those goods being Maya.
Fall sighed, seeing two more Pug Lords standing back behind the Pug
Lord they knew, who was now approaching them.
“We will talk, friends?” Pug Lord asked with his heavy jowls swaying.
“We will talk,” Fall said loud enough for Pug Lord to hear, then he
lowered his voice, and said to Dun, “Now that we are still, let’s pick up
the edges and throw this net off.”
Dun nodded his head and together they managed to lift the edges of
the net in front of them and toss it up over their heads behind them. Dun
rose swiftly to his feet, but he did not raise the sword in his hand, just held
it loose at his side.
Fall knew Dun’s stance was deceptively relaxed looking, while Maya
beside him hurriedly draped the fur she had worn earlier over her body.
Fall grasped her hand and squeezed it once saying lowly, “Do not be
afraid.”
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“Yes, master,” Maya said quietly as she moved to hug his side, while
he wondered how Pug Lord had found them and where the Pug Lords
sky vessel was hiding.
“You will see how honest I want to trade with you,” Pug Lord
growled, stopping a few steps away. “I have brought you another pet to
show my earnestness.”
Dun watched the Pug Lord step to the side, then his eyes blinked
once, then again as the amazement of what he was seeing rushed through
him. It was as though the amber sun had come to the ground and there
tiptoeing forward was a petite, yet voluptuously rounded pet with long
straight hair the color of the sunlight. He had never seen such a color
before and his gaze swiftly lowered past the naked pet’s large full teats
to her mound. And there, by all that was scared, was a curly and thick
thatch of yellow sunlight. His breathing caught hard in his belly as his
senses seemed to tilt out of alignment, and then through the dull roaring
in his ears he heard Fall ask, “How much for both pets?”
The End
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