Luxuria (8 page)

Mark helped lie Josh down on an obsidian stone table covered by fresh straw and a thick black cotton sheet. His friend’s color was returning slowly, but the wound in his leg was inflamed and looked like it was getting worse by the moment. The thought of his friend losing his leg made him feel nauseated, but he forced the thought aside.

“Is he really going to be alright?”

Alcina smiled as she pushed aside sweat-soaked hair from Josh’s brow. “I shall take good care of your friend, you have my word.”

“Alcina is very talented in her arts; your friend is in the best hands for the task required.” Kassandra assured him.

“I cannot thank you enough for all your help.” Mark said again trying not to stare at Kassandra’s large, nearly exposed breasts.

Kassandra smiled softly at him. “It is our pleasure. You too must be exhausted. Let me show you to a room and we will leave Alcina to work her magic.” She offered Mark her arm and he hesitantly took, it not wanting to offend.  She ushered him from the room.

Mark let her lead him down the old, cracked, eroded corridor. The words ‘magic’ playing on his mind as he remembered what she had done to his arm. “How did you heal my arm earlier?”

“I didn’t heal you, the powers of O Sangue do Morto Dá Vida did… I was merely the instrument of its use.”

“But how? How can such a thing happen?”

She stopped in front of a large, beaded doorway. “Please refresh yourself and rest, I will return to see if you require anything a little later. We can talk of your questions more then.”

Mark watched as the beautiful woman walk back down the hallway. It wasn’t until she was out of sight that he realized just how sore and tired he really was. He turned back into the candlelit room and saw a light steam drifting from a doorway in a side room.

Josh coughed and sputtered as something warm, thick and bitter was poured down his throat. He opened his eyes slowly, relieved to find that he was in a dimly lit room and not the hard jungle floor. He felt something tug at his side, heard a tearing noise and looked over at the petite, flame red-haired woman beside him. He blinked several times, wondering if he was dreaming. “Where am... who are...am I... dead? Oh shit, I’m dead aren’t I?” He tried to say, but she silenced him with a soft kiss on his lips.

“My name is Alcina. I am to tend to your needs.” She explained as she finished cutting away his filthy, blood-stained pants and discarded them.

“What happened to me? Why do I feel so weak?” He only had a vague memory of what had happened. “Why can’t I feel my legs?”

Alcina dipped a linen cloth into a large clay bowl of warm, juniper-scented water and began washing his body and wounded leg. “You were badly wounded - your friends brought you here to be tended to.”

“And where is here?”

“You are within the walls of O Sangue do Morto Dá Vida now.”

Josh’s brow raised in wonder at that. “You mean the ancient ruined city we were looking for?”

She nodded as she finished washing the gore from his leg, so gently that he hardly felt a thing.

Josh grinned boyishly, nearly forgetting about his ghastly wound and his eyes lingered upon her near nakedness. “I am glad I am in such good hands.”

She met his gaze and smirked. “Am I pleasing to your eyes?”

“Very.”

Alcina unclasped the thin chains that held up her skimpy, sheer ivory silks. They fell away revealing her firm, delicate breasts. Her hands gently twisted the golden bars that pierced through her rosy nipples. “Does this also please you?” She moaned

Josh licked his lips hungrily, feeling his cock stiffen. “Even more so.”

She smiled and began cleaning him once more. “Your wound is very distressing, but the powers I have been granted can heal you fully.”

Josh pulled his eyes away from her milky flesh. “Wait…what did you say?”

“I can heal you fully, if you will but let me.” She purred, her hand rubbing up the inside of his thigh.

“How?”

Her hand began fondling his manhood. “I can show you if you’d like,” she lead closer to his rigid cock, “but it will cost you a promise.”

“Cost me what?” Josh asked the warmth of her breath upon his cock made his head swim.

“Do you want me to heal you?” She ran her tongue up the length of him.

“Yes!” He gasped. “I want you!”

“Do you promise?” She whispered, pressing her cherry red lips against his manhood.

“Yes I promise,” he groaned, “whatever it takes!”

“It will be as you wish,” she whispered, climbing on top of him, her tongue circling the head of his cock.

Josh grinned as she positioned herself atop of him, giving him full view of her round, slender ass and the puckered lips between them. A moan escaped him as the wet warmth of her mouth enshrouded him. She gingerly squeezed his balls every time she filled her mouth with him.

Feverishly aroused, he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, burying his mouth into her, his tongue trying to mimic the same intensity as her mouth was on him. His thumb massaged her clit as his tongue reached its limits of its length and she ground back against his face.

Breathing raggedly, he knew he was about to cum already. His hips shifted in release and his groan echoed off the bare walls as she swallowed all he had to offer her.

Alcina turned herself around and straddle him. Her scarlet hair was messy and wild as she licked her lips, not wanting to miss a drop.

“I don’t know if I can go any longer.” Josh huffed - he was already exhausted.

“The healing process has started and must continue until finished.” She placed his softening cock against her pussy and gradually began to run her moist lips along it.

Watching her petite frame move methodically above him as her hands explored her firm sleek flesh and the caress of her wetness quickly reinvigorated him. He sat up and she pushed herself down onto him, gasping as he filled her.

Slowly they built a rhythm, their sweaty bodies melding together in a lust-filled entanglement. Josh took a silken, pierced nipple into his mouth and nibbled, his own desires deepening with every sensual moan that escaped her.

“Harder!” She cried out grabbing a handful of his hair tightly her hips moving faster.

Josh nibbled harder as he thrust deeper into her trying to keep pace with her.

“Harder!” She screamed as she began to cum. “I said harder!” She pulled his hair, driving him to bite firmly.

He did as she commanded and bit down on her stiffened nipple, bordering the threshold of pleasure and pain. She screamed out madly, tightening her legs around him as an orgasm quaked through her, bringing him to his own end again.

Josh fell back, gasping as utter exhaustion took him.

Jessica pulled the leather curtain aside and stepped into Dustin’s room, catching him off guard as he washed himself off from the basin of cool water that had been left for him.

“Damn it Jess!” He hollered, turning away and reaching for his clothes.

“What do you have to hide anymore? I’ve seen you naked already you know.”

Dustin stopped his pursuit to dress quickly. “And are you here to see me naked again?” He tone was hopefully.

“No Dustin, I’m not,” she said flatly. “There’s something weird about this place, don’t you think?”

He shrugged as he pulled his shirt back on. “Definitely something weird about it - I mean three gorgeous women living in the ruins of an ancient civilization is a bit odd. More so that they seem to have strange healing abilities or something weird like that.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yes, that is VERY odd wouldn’t you say?”

“Weird things happen sometimes. We are lucky they were here…Josh didn’t look like he was going to make it much longer.”

“That’s another thing, he shouldn’t have. We both saw how close to death he was before Mark got back. How the hell is he still alive?”

“By the grace of God or luck?” Dustin replied. “It’s a good thing he is alive Jess, why do you seem so mad about it?”

“I’m not mad Dustin, I am worried…confused.” Jessica confessed. “There was something in that water or something that kept Josh alive somehow. It doesn’t make any sense. This place and those women don’t make any sense. I think something is wrong with this place. I’ve got a bad feeling about it.”

Dustin chuckled. “Just because something doesn’t make sense, doesn’t make it wrong.”

Jessica scowled at him. “Stop thinking with your dick, Dustin you’re smarter than that. You know what I mean, and you know I am right.”

He held up his hands in defeat. “There is something weird about this place I’ll grant you that, but I don’t think we have anything to worry about. They seem nice enough, they have offered to help Josh and have even given us somewhere safe and dry to sleep.”

“I am going to go find out where Josh and Mark are, I want to make sure they are okay. Now, are you coming with me or not?”

He pulled on his shoes with a sigh. “Of course I am, lead the way.”

Mark finished drying himself off, glad to finally be clean again. He looked around for his clothes, but they weren’t on the aged wicker chair where he had left them - instead, there was a black cotton robe. He looked around, wondering when someone had come in and replaced them. The thought unnerved him slightly.

He left the bathing chamber attached to the room he had been given. As he entered the fat white and red candles that lined the ridged walls sprang to life, as if by command. He jumped back defensively his heart pounding in terror as he scanned the room.

“Apologies if I startled you.” Kassandra’s soft voice floated through the air.

Mark turned to see she was standing in the doorway in a sheer lace negligee. “How did you do that?” He asked looking from her to the candles in dismay.

She giggled. “The powers of O Sangue do Morto Dá Vida are many to those who are accepted to receive them.”

“You have magic then?” He said, though felt foolish for doing so.

She smiled enchantingly at him, moving into the room, her hips swaying seductively. “Magic is for tricksters and children.” The candles in the room went out, leaving the room in utter darkness for mere moments before springing to life once more. “What we possess is far more divine,” she whispered in his ear behind him.

He turned startled. “How did you...” He stepped back fearfully.

“You have no need to have fear of me, I promise you. I have nothing but desirable and promising intent.” She cooed. “You did well by your friend - because of you he will live.”

Mark swallowed the nervousness back. “He would have done the same for me.”

“Would he have?” She slowly walked around him, her fingers softly caressing his shoulders and neck. “You are a strong and brave man - not many of you still exist in this world,” she whispered.

He could feel the warmth of her breath upon his ear and neck. “I... well I am nothing...”

She pressed a delicate finger against his lips silencing him. “Shhh,” she pulled the string that closed his robe. “Strong men deserve to be rewarded with glorious things.” She slid the silken straps of her nightgown off and it slipped from the ample curves of her body.

Mark’s heart quickened and his blood stirred as he took in her voluptuous, naked form. No artist in any art form could have crafted or portrayed her true perfection.

Kassandra took his hands and placed them upon her breasts. “The flesh of my body is yours, to fulfill your sexual desires.”

Before he could say anything she stepped closer, her silken lips pressed hungrily against his. Their tongues fought passionately and he was sure he had never tasted anything as sweet as her. He pulled her against him, needing to feel her flesh against his own. Her hand found him and he kissed her deeply, as she stroked his growing needs.

“What do you want of me?” The tip of her tongue ran over his lips.

Mark felt a primal lust flowing through him as he had never known before and as much as he wanted to question it, he refused to. “Down.”

“As you wish.”