Brides of Caralon 00 Seductress of Caralon (5 page)

“Oh!” she cried.
“Oh Ares!”

She was soon taking five, then six inches of the candle into the expanded opening of her ass. He matched the thrusts of his cock with those of the candle, filling both holes again and again, each stroke making her
cry
out. Her sobs, growing still more wild and laced with abandon, slashed through him with a deep satisfaction that reached his very core.

Jalal
could barely understand what was happening to her. She’d never imagined such insertions into her body could spill so much pleasure over her every limb. It raced through her veins, it ran to her fingers and toes, it made her unable to think or reason. In one sense, she felt beyond replete with
pleasure,
as if her body might reach a point where it was so full, so well-fucked, that she might simply disintegrate. Her arms ached, stretched behind her, her knees were sore from being planted on the hard ground—yet the other sensations in her body were so overwhelming that everything else became minor, barely registering in her brain. Yet in another way, there was something more she wanted—needed. It had to do with what Gilda had told her about her clit. It tingled madly, longing for attention. Each drive into her from behind seemed to make the spot in front scream out in frustration.

She didn’t want to give up the wild pleasure of his cock, or the candle—suddenly in a place Gilda hadn’t even mentioned—and yet, after so much of his powerful fucking, she couldn’t help begging for what else she needed. “Lick me!” she pleaded.
“Like you did earlier, at the stream.
Please lick me,
Enrick
!”

Behind her, his fierce strokes softened slightly, and she gathered the strength to peek over her shoulder at him. She found her handsome captor wearing an utterly wicked grin as he continued sliding his cock deep into her
cunt
. “You want me to lick your clit, vixen? You know what you have to do. Tell me what I ask.”

He still wanted to know who sent her. Couldn’t the insufferable man just forget about that and concentrate on pleasure? It was certainly all
Jalal
could think of, and her clit begged her to just tell him. After all, why did she think she owed her father so much loyalty? Why was she protecting him at all? Up to now, she’d thought saving
Myrtell
might save herself, ensuring a decent life of the luxuries she was used to, but in reality, it didn’t. If her father would forsake her by sending her to surrender her bride value, what made her think he’d protect her in any other ways, especially now that her bride value was gone? So maybe she had nothing to lose—nothing but the pleasure that was begging for release.

“I…” she began. “I came…”

He slid his cock into her pussy, the candle into the opening above.
“Yes,
Jalal
?
You came from where?”

But what if she were wrong? What if telling
Enrick
the truth would send him marching on
Myrtell
with even more fury? What if her father’s domain was toppled, leaving her
with nothing—no place to go
?

“Clearly you need a little help remembering,” he said, then drew both his cock and the candle from her nether regions.

“Oh,” she moaned on a shudder, his departure leaving her body strangely empty.

“Lie down on the bed.”

Jalal
could barely move, he’d weakened her so, but gathering her strength, she slowly climbed onto the soft mattress. Reclining on her back, she looked up past his massive, jutting cock into eyes filled with dark determination. “Spread your legs,” he commanded.

She obeyed. Would he do it now, would he lick her clit once more? Had he finally quit harassing her for information? Would he end her sweet, hungry agony?

As he eased onto the bed between her parted thighs, she thought,
Yes
, yes, he’s going to lick me again! But instead, he reached behind him, digging beneath the bedclothes to the mattress, finally drawing out a downy white feather.

Leaning over her, he blew slightly on the swollen pink nub that protruded from her folds and yearned for his attention. “Unh…” she moaned, the exquisite sensation at once a joy and a torture because her poor clit needed so much more. As Gilda had promised, it seemed the key to her pleasure.

Next,
Enrick
brushed the feather teasingly across the little mass of nerves. The touch was even lighter than his breath a few seconds before, sending her ache into a soaring spiral of desire.

When she spoke, her voice trembled. “Please, more.
Your mouth.”

“Please me with your mouth first, vixen. Use it to tell me what I want to hear.” He concluded by dragging the fluffy feather lightly across her mound, leaving it to tingle with a combination of delight and torment that nearly buried her. She jerked involuntarily at the twine holding her arms beneath her. Dear Ares, she had to get free, had to rub her agonized clit on something, anything to end her hot misery. But, of course, the bindings held tight, only frustrating her more. Meanwhile,
Enrick
reached up to rake the excruciatingly ticklish feather across one of her hard, sensitive nipples, then into the valley between her breasts before grazing it up onto the other. A light, high sound of pure anguish left her as she watched the tantalizing cruelty.

As he trailed the feather down over her stomach, it left a ripple of pleasure in its wake. She tensed herself against the sensation as the feather once more brushed over her
cunt
, but there was no help for her desperate desires. All that mattered in that moment was gaining what she sought—his mouth between her thighs. “My father,” she blurted. “My father,
Osren
, ruler of
Myrtell
, sent me.”

An expression of satisfaction reshaped
Enrick’s
face
as he abandoned the feather and stroked his thumb over her clit—oh yes! That was so much closer to what she needed. “And the reason he sent you is…?”

“To detain you while he gathers his forces from the far borders.”

He raked his thumb over the sensitive nub once more, sending a hot frisson of heat through her veins. “
Myrtell
is not big enough to have far borders,” he said with an amused smile.

Her breath came labored. “Well, they are far to us. When he heard you were marching in our direction, he sent me to slow you down, to seduce you, so he could be ready for battle when you arrive.”

Enrick’s
dark eyes narrowed as he gazed at her, sensuality taking over his expression completely. “Good girl,
Jalal
. And now you get your reward.”

Chapter Three

Jalal
bit her lip, raising her head slightly to watch as he bent to lick her—his tongue leaving a trail of fire from the bottom of her
cunt
to the very top, where her sensitive clit resided. She made no attempt to hold back her moan as the harsh pleasure swept through her.

His eyes locked again on hers, his tongue still lingering on the engorged nub. “Is that what you want, vixen?” he asked, his expression alight with passion. “Or would you like this better?” Never taking his gaze from hers, he lowered his mouth fully around her clit,
then
sucked.

“Oh Ares!” she cried as heat flashed through the distended little knob of flesh, making it feel as if it were the biggest part of her. “They’re both…too good for words. Do them both to me.”

“Greedy,” he said with a lecherous grin, then dropped back to work his tongue over her clit once more.

At first, he merely flicked the tip of it over the swollen tissue, and
Jalal
released a series of high-pitched gasps in response. Sensation buffeted her like the waves on
Myrtell’s
sandy shores. His licks grew longer then, more languid and lingering, as if her
cunt
were the finest delicacy and he was savoring each taste, licking deep and thorough, in an effort that spanned her whole pussy. “
Mmm
, Ares, yes,” she purred.

As he continued to pleasure her,
Jalal
experienced the strangest sense of climbing, higher and higher, or working to reach a summit—it was as if each hot lick from
Enrick’s
tongue elevated her that much more, taking her up, up, closer to the prize. “Oh,
more,
please. More.” Her words were breathy, difficult to get out in the midst of such passion.

At her request, he latched onto her clit with his mouth, again closing his lips firm around the aching nub. “Yes, suck it,” she whispered. “Suck it for me.”

She sobbed with delight as
Enrick
drew that tiny part of her deep into his mouth, sucking it so hard her pleasure bordered on pain. Still she suffered the sense that she was ascending—higher and higher—somehow nearing an entirely new plane of existence, perhaps the climax Gilda had told her about. She could not resist the urge to lift her hips toward
Enrick’s
mouth, an attempt to somehow increase the already incredible pressure on her pussy. As she lifted, he slid his large hands under her ass, squeezing her cheeks as he suckled her clit. “
Mmm
, yes,” she breathed, her body humming with near-bliss. Just a little further, she somehow knew—a little more and she would reach that zenith of tremendous pleasure.

“Oh!” she cried when one of his fingers sank into the tight opening where he’d placed the candle earlier. “Oh Ares!” she screamed.

The slight penetration seemed to scream through her, forcing her hips to buck against his mouth, forcing her to cry out with desperation as her pleasure grew, grew—until finally she was crashing down, the heat and sensation exploding inside her, racing through her pussy and outward in pulsing waves of release and pure ecstasy. She lost herself to it, writhing in his arms, against his mouth, sobbing as it rushed through her with a power she’d never dreamed possible.

As the throbs in her
cunt
began to fade, as she ceased jolting against him, she seemed to sink deeper into the soft feather mattress as a wicked sense of satisfaction stole over her. Her bride value was gone, but she couldn’t have felt more fulfilled.

When
Enrick
rose up from her pussy, his mouth, his face, were wet with her. “Did you like that,
Jalal
?”

She nodded, beginning to feel sleepy, her limbs exhausted. “Will you untie my hands now?”

He responded by helping her roll to her side, drawing a small blade from the sheath at his hip and handily slicing her free. Her arms felt heavy as she drew them around and turned onto her back once more.

“Was it worth giving up your secret?”

Again, she didn’t hesitate to nod. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t trade for such pleasure,
Enrick
.”

“Now,” he said, a small smile creeping over his handsome face, “you get to pleasure me some more.”

The very concept shook her exhaustion away, made her hungry for more of this man and his sex. “What shall I do?”

“Just lie still for now,” he whispered, moving up to straddle her hips, then moving higher, until his cock—still beautifully strong and rigid—lay between her breasts. Peering down at it, she bit her lip,
then
watched as his hands closed around her breasts and drew them up around his shaft. Leaning his head back, he let out a small groan and then returned his eyes to her chest as he began to gently slide his cock into the deep valley of her breasts.

On impulse, she reached out her tongue, letting it flick across the tip of his cock, licking away the dot of fluid there. Another groan left him and his cock began to slide easier between her breasts as his moisture and hers combined to wet the path.

She let out a light moan, surprised the sensation of his hard shaft between her soft mounds filled her with such pleasure.

“Ah, you like me to fuck your lovely breasts, vixen?”

“
Mmm
, yes,” she sighed.

Lifting her own hands, she closed them over his, pressing her breasts tighter around his hard column. Then she opened her mouth into a wide “o”, yearning to have his cock inside it again.