for him to be. On every level, he’ll find it hard to adjust to the
valley culture. And sexually? I can’t even imagine how he’ll deal with the
valley laws. Can. Not. Imagine.”
“Dancer?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up and fuck me. Hard. I need to feel your cock
stretching me, filling me.”
“Oh, well, your wish is my command.” He rolled with her
until she was on her knees, ass up in the air. Kneeling between her spread legs
with his cock deep in her pussy, he bent over her, covering her back with his
chest. “Are you ready for me to pound your greedy pussy?”
“Yes! Now!”
His scope of movement was limited by her schela ’s
lock but that didn’t prevent him from thrusting powerfully against the tight
grasp on his cock. It didn’t stop her from grinding her ass in the cradle of
his groin, gasping and moaning with pleasure. The glide of nerve-rich skin
against silky skin impelled them toward the inevitable climax.
Abruptly, he stopped and wrapped his arms around her belly,
pulling her back against him as he rested his ass on his heels. “Sit up on my
lap!”
“What? Now?”
Wondering what he was doing, Eppie did as he directed with
her knees planted on the soft bedding on each side of his thighs. When she was
in position with her back brushing against his chest, he cupped her breasts in
his hands. “Play with your clit,” he demanded roughly. “I want to watch you
touch yourself while I feel you gripping my cock with your schela !”
“Yes. Are you going to play with my nipples?” she teased as
her slender blue fingers delved into the slick bare folds of her pussy. She
lightly tickled the base of his cock before pressing the small nub of her clit
and massaging it with slow circles.
“You’re part sorceress,” he declared with a groan as her schela clamped down around his cock. “Damn! Pinch your clit!” He tugged and pinched
her nipples as he thrust up inside her.
Eppie rocked down, savoring every sensation as he swelled
and grew harder in her slippery passage. She could feel his body gathering
itself for climax. With fierce concentration she plucked and massaged her clit,
desperately needing to come with him, needing to be the one who lured him to
completion. Then with a flash of heat and rippling internal muscles, she came,
calling out, “Now! Come now!”
He shouted her name as he surrendered to the insistent
tugging contractions deep within her sheath. She moaned and gasped as she
wallowed in the erotic aftermath, savoring each pulse as his hot seed spurted
against the subtle movement of the mhital as it sucked at his cock.
“I love you.”
The incredible tenderness in her voice brought tears to his
eyes. With a deep shuddering sigh, he rested his head on her shoulders. “Oh
God, Eppie. I love you so much it hurts.”
Chapter Six
Lost Market—Bishop wears a sharda
Samara leaned against the counter in her sunlit kitchen and
peered out the big round window at the butterflies that flitted among the
flowers in her garden. Bees droned in the sweet clover. The sunflowers lifted
their bright faces to the late afternoon sun.
It was a peaceful scene so why was she so restless? Her mind
went to the stranger, sitting with Dai on the Llewellyn steps frowning at her.
Why did he frown? It wasn’t as though she had done anything to him.
She went back to her chopping and dicing. Peppers, garlic
cloves and one precious dracka she’d spied in the woods near her garden
were sizzling in the pan while she minced the rich rowan meat cubes
she’d fetched from Eron the butcher. There was a rumor running through the
village that Dancer had brought seeds with him from out-valley. Part of the
rumor was that there was a type of dracka called an onion that
would grow in a garden. How wonderful it would be to have them all the time!
After stirring the pungent vegetables, she tossed in a
handful of the minced meat and smiled when she inhaled the heady scents that
made all the work well worth it.
valley culture. And sexually? I can’t even imagine how he’ll deal with the
valley laws. Can. Not. Imagine.”
“Dancer?”
“Yeah?”
“Shut up and fuck me. Hard. I need to feel your cock
stretching me, filling me.”
“Oh, well, your wish is my command.” He rolled with her
until she was on her knees, ass up in the air. Kneeling between her spread legs
with his cock deep in her pussy, he bent over her, covering her back with his
chest. “Are you ready for me to pound your greedy pussy?”
“Yes! Now!”
His scope of movement was limited by her schela ’s
lock but that didn’t prevent him from thrusting powerfully against the tight
grasp on his cock. It didn’t stop her from grinding her ass in the cradle of
his groin, gasping and moaning with pleasure. The glide of nerve-rich skin
against silky skin impelled them toward the inevitable climax.
Abruptly, he stopped and wrapped his arms around her belly,
pulling her back against him as he rested his ass on his heels. “Sit up on my
lap!”
“What? Now?”
Wondering what he was doing, Eppie did as he directed with
her knees planted on the soft bedding on each side of his thighs. When she was
in position with her back brushing against his chest, he cupped her breasts in
his hands. “Play with your clit,” he demanded roughly. “I want to watch you
touch yourself while I feel you gripping my cock with your schela !”
“Yes. Are you going to play with my nipples?” she teased as
her slender blue fingers delved into the slick bare folds of her pussy. She
lightly tickled the base of his cock before pressing the small nub of her clit
and massaging it with slow circles.
“You’re part sorceress,” he declared with a groan as her schela clamped down around his cock. “Damn! Pinch your clit!” He tugged and pinched
her nipples as he thrust up inside her.
Eppie rocked down, savoring every sensation as he swelled
and grew harder in her slippery passage. She could feel his body gathering
itself for climax. With fierce concentration she plucked and massaged her clit,
desperately needing to come with him, needing to be the one who lured him to
completion. Then with a flash of heat and rippling internal muscles, she came,
calling out, “Now! Come now!”
He shouted her name as he surrendered to the insistent
tugging contractions deep within her sheath. She moaned and gasped as she
wallowed in the erotic aftermath, savoring each pulse as his hot seed spurted
against the subtle movement of the mhital as it sucked at his cock.
“I love you.”
The incredible tenderness in her voice brought tears to his
eyes. With a deep shuddering sigh, he rested his head on her shoulders. “Oh
God, Eppie. I love you so much it hurts.”
Chapter Six
Lost Market—Bishop wears a sharda
Samara leaned against the counter in her sunlit kitchen and
peered out the big round window at the butterflies that flitted among the
flowers in her garden. Bees droned in the sweet clover. The sunflowers lifted
their bright faces to the late afternoon sun.
It was a peaceful scene so why was she so restless? Her mind
went to the stranger, sitting with Dai on the Llewellyn steps frowning at her.
Why did he frown? It wasn’t as though she had done anything to him.
She went back to her chopping and dicing. Peppers, garlic
cloves and one precious dracka she’d spied in the woods near her garden
were sizzling in the pan while she minced the rich rowan meat cubes
she’d fetched from Eron the butcher. There was a rumor running through the
village that Dancer had brought seeds with him from out-valley. Part of the
rumor was that there was a type of dracka called an onion that
would grow in a garden. How wonderful it would be to have them all the time!
After stirring the pungent vegetables, she tossed in a
handful of the minced meat and smiled when she inhaled the heady scents that
made all the work well worth it.
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