Passionate Pleasures by Bertrice Small Page A

whimpered. He was so very big, and yet she wanted him. Still she was a little fearful, and only the knowledge that she could stop the fantasy if she chose kept her from panicking. It was only a dream fantasy, she kept reminding herself.
    He was slow and deliberate in his actions, pressing his huge cock into her inch by inch by inch. To her surprise her body stretched to accommodate his length and bulk. And then he was fully sheathed. He smiled down into her eyes. He had blue eyes. He waited for her to grow used to his great size, but when her vaginal muscles squeezed him he took it to mean she was ready to be fucked. “Now, my fiery Ember,” he said, “you shall learn what it is like to have a real man using you. Not some perfumed weakling!”
    He began to ride her, his long, thick cock flashing back and forth within her heated body. Just having him inside of her gave her pleasure. She moaned with it, could hardly breathe with the thrill of it. She wrapped her legs about his torso and he roared with delight, going deeper and harder into her soft, compliant flesh.
    Kathryn screamed with the pleasure he was giving her. “ More! More! ” she demanded of him. Her nails raked down his long back, digging deep, bloodying him.
    She sank her teeth into his meaty shoulder and he howled with a mixture of pleasure and pain. “ More! More! ” she insisted. “Is this the best you can do? I want more!” But then Kathryn shrieked as his cock found her G-spot. The climax roared up, engulfing her, sending her spinning out of control. He shuddered above her, and she felt his cock releasing its tribute to her. “Nooo!” she sobbed. “I want more!”
    The barbarian Temur fell away from her, panting. “By whatever gods exist, Ember, you are the first woman to ever defeat me in the battle of love. You are every bit as greedy for fucking as I am. I admit to you that I must rest a brief span, but then we shall begin again, and I will fuck you until you admit your defeat. Now get up and pour us two goblets of wine. The jug and goblets are on the table where Mina left them.” He did not tell her the wine was heavily laced with aphrodisiacs. The night was young.
    Kathryn did as she had been bid, returning with the goblets, handing him one, and keeping the other for herself. They lay sprawled on the fur bed in brief silence as they drank down the wine. When he had finished, he began to play with her breasts, stroking them, then kissing them—licking, sucking, and gently biting her nipples. At one point he reached beneath her to take the circular handle of the little dildo, rotating the instrument first, and then fucking her ass gently with it so that she was squirming.
    “You are so deliciously carnal,” he chuckled. “We will have many pleasant hours together. I do not think I shall sell you quite yet. I have not had my fill of you.”
    “You will never have your fill of me,” she told him boldly.
    “Do you want to be whipped again?” he demanded of her.
    “You don’t want to whip me, barbarian. You want to fuck me,” Kathryn said softly. She reached out to caress his burgeoning cock, her hand slipping beneath to fondle his balls in her hand. The sack overflowed her palm. “Don’t you?” she taunted.
    He laughed. He had never had a woman who was so bold, so unafraid of him. He was Temur the Terrible. The mere sound of his name set strong men whimpering with fear. At the entrance to his camp right now, the head of a caliph, his genitals stuffed into his mouth, was displayed upon one pole. His vizier’s head was upon a second pole, his headless body nailed upside down to another. It had been the vizier who had advised his caliph not to pay a tribute to Temur the Terrible. People quailed when they heard the sound of his army’s horses on the wind.
    But not this woman. She was strong and fierce. “Aye, bitch, I want to fuck you, and I will!” He thrust into her cruelly, and while she cried out, startled, she wrapped herself