Terran Times 18 - Emerald Envisage (51 page)

Seductive in her every move, she stripped off her jacket and pants, but left the corset and heels. “On your feet, boy!”

Jim scrambled to his feet, but the crack of her whip in the air over his head compelled him to duck. As she slowly pulled back the whip’s three tendrils into her hand, dropped the end, snaked it on the floor, then cracked it a second time, he crouched down.

“Need I tell you twice, boy?”

He rose.

She pushed him down onto the bed with the tip of the whip. “As I understand, you like things a little rough. Am I mistaken? Am I wrong?”

Shock flooded his senses, tensed his body and caused a general fight or flight reaction. Quite surprised his mind chose flight, he whimpered a soft reply, “No, ma’am.” Jim pulled in his arms close to the front of his body, protecting himself from a possible strike of the whip while trying to make himself a bit smaller for a possible miss of her wild lashing. He swiftly scooted across the top of the bed away from her. Even faster when she lunged toward him. Until the wall stopped him

She held onto the whip’s handle and slow-crawled up his body. The whip’s tendrils trailed alongside his legs to his hips. This female had the predatory skulking down to perfection and it spooked him. With her body settled atop his hips, his body quivering beneath her, she grinned wickedly and raised her whip level with front of her chest. With all the straps of the whip collected, she snapped it tight. Her tense thighs bound him as she bent toward him. The swiftness of her hand as it ripped free the cloth covering of his chest earned his gasp.

The tenacious female had him disrobed in a matter of moments and was quickly astride him again. Frozen, he stared as she mounted his hard-on. The heat of her slickened pussy engulfed his cock in one smooth stroke. Sliding on his shaft, she moaned out her pleasure as her fingers stroked her clit. Orgasm soon claimed her. With a shudder, she leaned forward, her whip holding him down by the throat.

Gasping for air, Jim fought hard for a guttural choke, “Please.” His senses alive in a last ditch effort to save his life, his nerves shot small needle-like pains throughout his entire body. His mind flooded with thoughts of dying at the hands of this woman. Jim bucked under her weight. Her leg grip increased, but he wrestled free. Scooting off the bed, he stood and faced her. Aside from her beauty, she was a wildcat he feared he might not be able to handle. “I-I don’t know what’s going on with you, but I wasn’t even given a chance to take any kind of control.”

“What do you mean,” she asked as she rose from her reclined position. “I understood that you liked a woman in control.” She tilted her head.

“Well, yes, but I didn’t really like the feeling of being…taken like that.”

“You aren’t the one for me then.” With a sigh, she rose from the bed, grabbed her clothes and walked toward the door.

Jim quickened his pace to stop her from reaching the door. “I’m sorry. Come back and finish me off if that’s what you want. I don’t want to lose my need to be here and you chose me out of the group. I don’t want my unwillingness to get me tossed aside so—”

She turned to face him, her grin apparent. “I knew you would be able to handle me.”

He went to one knee and bowed his head. “I give myself to you completely.” Her clothes hit the floor beside him. One high-heeled boot settled on his chest above his heart and determinedly pushed him on to his back. He looked up at her. “Mistress—”

“Yes.” Lunging, she landed on top of him, wriggled his cock into her and rode him, teasing all the way by alternating short with long strokes.

Satisfied with the title he gave her and the status she made for him, Jim eagerly gave in return for as long as she desired.

SLAVE FOR SEX

Laura Tolomei

Looking from a distance, the forest looked incredibly green, almost too sparkling to be real. But it was not a fake. He knew it well since he personally supervised irrigation. The work was hard, but results were more than satisfactory. Standing in front of the window, he admired the breathtaking emerald view, further brightened by the warm sunrays shining on his hair. He carefully inspected the vegetation surrounding the camp, each plant with a different shade or hue of what had become his favorite color.
If only we didn’t have to work so hard to maintain it, things might almost be perfect or at least—

“Rydan, you’re still here?” a voice called him from behind. “Laird is getting the teams ready to leave.”

He turned and a bright smile lit his face. Oblique sunrays bounced on the young man’s red hair, spreading a soft light across the room. Rydan had always liked Derry’s unique look, not only for the hair color, but especially for the intriguing green eyes ready to sparkle at him. “Yes, I’m coming,” Rydan confirmed, deliberately stretching his long limbs in a sensual twisting movement. “I was just looking at how much work we’ve done already,” he continued, turning to the window once more.

Derry slipped his arms around Rydan, pulling him against his body. “Mmm…you feel good,” he mumbled, holding the lithe muscular body while digging his crotch into the tight buns. Bending slightly, his mouth gently bit the waiting neck. “Lover,” he breathed, “do you know you’re irresistible when you stretch like that?”

Rydan snuggled tighter against the redhead, throwing back his head while his ass dug deeper into Derry’s crotch. “You say?” he mumbled with a satisfied growl. Hands slipped down to cover Rydan’s cock and it stirred as the warm palm slid on it. Rydan began swaying lightly to Derry’s tune, then stopped abruptly. “We have to go,” he reminded. “You said Laird is waiting.”

With a firm hold, Derry turned him around. “Let him wait, lover.” He bent down on his knees. “Today’s your birthday, which calls for a special celebration.”

“But—”

“Don’t worry. It’ll be quick.”

The hot mouth closing on the already hard cock cut off any further objections. As all thoughts of work fled from Rydan’s mind, he pushed inside the yielding opening, filling it completely. His bulging head rubbed against Derry’s cheeks, before the voracious mouth sucked it deeper inside. Derry’s tongue also felt exquisite as it traced the long length, wrapping around the head before sliding on the stem. Rydan particularly loved its hard tip insinuating under the skin, teasing and enflaming as it flicked on the most sensitive spots.

He groaned with pleasure, his hips pushing forward to get to the throat. Derry’s hands closed around the hard stem, partly to keep it from choking him, mostly to caress the demanding cock into submission. Of course, they both knew there was only one way to satisfy its imperious demands so Derry increased his manual rhythm, adapting his sucking to the new tune.

Within a matter of seconds, Rydan became lost in the velvety sensations drowning his cock. In a frenzy, he pushed to match Derry’s every slide until nothing made sense anymore except fiery pleasure shooting from his center and traveling on every nerve to reach his whole body.

“That was delicious, lover,” Derry assured, licking off the excess sperm on his lips.

The redhead got up and wrapped Rydan in a firm embrace, his mouth avidly wanting to share its achievement. When his tongue pushed inside, Rydan recognized his own bitter taste, spiced with Derry’s unique flavor. Their tongues clashed, fighting to conquer territory, brandished swords dueling fiercely, until it was just one taste, one smell, one exquisite sensation. “Now, it’s really late,” Rydan said when he managed to pull back.

Derry shrugged. “Your celebration was far more important. Laird can wait, for all I care.”

“Yeah, right, we all know how much you like him.” Rydan grabbed his hand. “Come on,” he continued, pulling the redhead to the door. “It’s time to get to work.”

Outside, the air was hot as usual. As far as Rydan could recall, there had never been a cold day…
or one with bright sunlight,
he mused, looking up at the milky white sky. It always felt as if a thick cloak hung permanently over their heads, filtering light through a hard glare that often hurt the eyes. Yet, the contrast between the milky whiteness and the brilliantly green vegetation was stunning.

Rydan shook his head. No matter how many years had passed—and the day just marked the exact number—he still had not gotten used to it. Shifting his gaze, he turned to look at the yard in front of the log cabins. Everyone already in place, the small community of fifty or so waited patiently to begin the workday.

“Happy birthday,” a man called out as Rydan came down the steps. “Finally twenty-one, right?” he asked.

Rydan nodded. The date was important, especially for the celebrations that would follow.
Too bad so many of my friends didn’t make it.
With a painful knot at his stomach, he recalled his long-time friend and lover, Kyraen, a victim to the tragic illnesses that often plagued the camp. Rydan had seen it more than once. Young beautiful boys struck down by mysterious diseases no one could explain or much less, cure.
But why do they always take the best ones?
Rydan asked anguished for the millionth time, thinking of Derry replacing Kyraen in his bed, though not in his heart for sure.

“Are we ready to go?” a sharp brittle voice cried out.

Walking to the front of the yard, Rydan approached Laird. “Yes, we are,” he confirmed.

“Certainly took your time today,” the older man bickered as everyone picked up their gear.

“It’s my birthday, Laird. Aren’t I entitled to a bit of private celebration?”

Laird glanced at the redhead close to Rydan. “You’ll get something much better tonight,” he informed.

Rydan stopped and raised his head. “So it’s going to be tonight?”

Laird nodded.

Of course, the boys had heard of the unusual meeting from those who had already taken part in it. Talks raged about soft creatures, silky skins and wet openings where a man could drown his intense desires. Neither Rydan nor Derry had ever been to such meetings, both too young for that. But now, Rydan would have his own initiation into adulthood.

Derry edged closer. “Can I come, too?”

Laird shook his head. “You know only twenty-one and over can come and you are…” He creased his forehead in an effort to remember.

“I’m nineteen, sir,” Derry reminded.

“Right. So you’ll have to wait a couple more years.” Laird moved off to check on the other workers.

“I really don’t understand it,” Derry scoffed. “How can two years make a difference?”

“Maybe those creatures want us to be older,” Rydan offered. “I wonder what they really look.”

“They’re probably monsters, lover,” Derry teased.

“If so, why should you be interested?”

The redhead shrugged. “Just curious. Ever since I can remember, people have been going to those meetings, returning with fantastic tales about what they did, but none has explained exactly what these creatures are.”

“They say they’re similar to us,” Rydan tried to remember descriptions, “with longer hair and without…” He pressed a hand on Derry’s crotch, “this.”

“Yeah, right, think how exciting they can be. Just the idea turns me off.”

Rydan did not reply. He was curious, too, but did not feel repelled by a possible difference. After all, he had spent a lifetime surrounded by cock-equipped people.
To see something different would be nice for a change,
he mused, a shiver of anticipation running down his back.

“All right,” Laird called out again, “let’s go.”

Quickly gathering up the remaining gear, Rydan stuffed it in his backpack and followed Laird outside the camp. He knew the road by heart, having traveled it a thousand times, coming and going deep inside the forest, completely surrounded by thick green vegetation. Wherever Rydan turned, all he saw was the velvety green ocean closing on them, drowning the sound of their footsteps in an eerie silence. Glancing up at the taller trees with green trunks piercing the sky, he liked to follow the palm leafs and hanging fronds’ elegant slide from the branches above to the ground below. At the bottom, thick underbrush covered the soil with fat plants squatting low while their leaves, too heavy to stand straight, fell in gentle curves to the ground. If he touched them, Rydan knew exactly what he would feel as every plant gave him the same slippery sensation he had come to know so well. His fingers had trouble holding on to the leaves because after just a brief touch, they would inevitably slide away as if wanting to run from him. The first times, Rydan had felt offended by this behavior for he had been working all his life to keep the forest as beautiful as it was, proud to tend a living thing that needed man’s help in order to survive.

“We must look after our greatest asset,” the trainer had explained the first times Rydan had been called to work. “The forest is our treasure, but it doesn’t quite adjust to our climate.”

To Rydan, the vast green expanse had seemed healthy enough, but as a mere twelve year old, he was hardly an expert. A frail child with an imposing mass of blond hair, he had transferred to the camp in order to start on his new duties. Around him, many other boys his age held the same doubt in their eyes, but none dared speak it aloud.