Yes.”
The dangerous words burned her nerve endings and sent her to trembling. Her cunt’s demands became harder to deny. Unable to speak for the dry knot in her throat, she widened her stance. She became as wild as the land she was in.
Now the male voice spoke to her without words, the weight and warmth of him straightening her spine and hardening her nipples. Her breasts throbbed and memories of countless fuckings pooled around her labia. “ I’m sex ,” he was telling her in that secret language they shared. “ I may be other things to other people, but to you, nothing except what my cock offers your cunt matters.”
“How arrogant you are! To think that’s the only thing I care about.”
“It is, Dana, it is. Put your hands on your breasts ,” he said in his silent way. “ Massage them and accept that those fingers belong to me, not you, and that you need this to live.”
“How do you know so much about me?”
“Because I now know I’ve been looking for you for thousands of years .”
He didn’t mean that; he couldn’t! But how could she tell him when her breasts were so hungry and she might climax if she so much as pressed her legs together? He wanted her to massage her breasts, so she did, sometimes courting pain, sometimes barely touching herself with butterfly fingers. These weren’t her fingers, she told herself. They belonged to him. Her back arched, and her mouth parted. She heard herself breathing, quick and loud and heavy with need.
Need! Clawing and crying need for whatever the stranger granted her.
“So many years of searching, but I found you. Even when I didn’t know what I was searching for.”
Ah, back to using his seductive voice again. “How did you find me?”
“A million ways, whispers and light, the smell of you.”
She smelled of her hot juices, primal scents that aroused and demanded. “What do you want from me?”
“To believe in me. And once you have, to travel with me.”
“Travel? Where?” Closing her thumbs and fingers around her nubs, she squeezed. No pain, just more of the melting heat in her core. “Where do you want to take me?”
“To where the answers lie.”
A spark of something she couldn’t name struck the base of her throat only to quickly spread down and out. His voice, his damnable voice was responsible! As the ever-growing ember crawled over her belly and sent lightning fingers along her inner tissues, she lost all interest in their conversation and the finger of fear that had briefly touched her. One thing and one thing only mattered. Seeing him. Touching him. Claiming and being claimed.
Infused with this single all-encompassing reason for living, she stepped toward the thicket. With her second step, she knew without a doubt that he was in there, waiting for her, challenging.
Promising?
No fear now. No hesitation. Nothing except sex-scent in the air and hot explosions threatening to turn her into an animal in heat. Cupping her breasts, she held them up as gifts. They were so heavy, heavy like the weight and warmth between her legs. Animals fucked and mated. When nature’s primal need controlled them, they knew nothing of restraint or embarrassment. They needed to mate, only mate. They sought and demanded sex.
She’d do that. Pull the man behind the voice out of the brush and throw him down and mount him. With her teeth on his throat and her hands hard on his sex, she’d demand her rights. Ride him. Ride him until he had nothing left to give her and she’d screamed out her release.
Naked, he’d be naked. Erect and aroused with a staying power to match hers, and animal lust coursing through his veins.
Nearly insane with a power she couldn’t comprehend or control, she reached the great vegetation. But before she could plunge into it, everything went still. Waiting. The world was waiting.
Not the naked male animal she craved after all. Instead, the tall, strong creature emerging from his hiding place wore a cape that caressed and
The dangerous words burned her nerve endings and sent her to trembling. Her cunt’s demands became harder to deny. Unable to speak for the dry knot in her throat, she widened her stance. She became as wild as the land she was in.
Now the male voice spoke to her without words, the weight and warmth of him straightening her spine and hardening her nipples. Her breasts throbbed and memories of countless fuckings pooled around her labia. “ I’m sex ,” he was telling her in that secret language they shared. “ I may be other things to other people, but to you, nothing except what my cock offers your cunt matters.”
“How arrogant you are! To think that’s the only thing I care about.”
“It is, Dana, it is. Put your hands on your breasts ,” he said in his silent way. “ Massage them and accept that those fingers belong to me, not you, and that you need this to live.”
“How do you know so much about me?”
“Because I now know I’ve been looking for you for thousands of years .”
He didn’t mean that; he couldn’t! But how could she tell him when her breasts were so hungry and she might climax if she so much as pressed her legs together? He wanted her to massage her breasts, so she did, sometimes courting pain, sometimes barely touching herself with butterfly fingers. These weren’t her fingers, she told herself. They belonged to him. Her back arched, and her mouth parted. She heard herself breathing, quick and loud and heavy with need.
Need! Clawing and crying need for whatever the stranger granted her.
“So many years of searching, but I found you. Even when I didn’t know what I was searching for.”
Ah, back to using his seductive voice again. “How did you find me?”
“A million ways, whispers and light, the smell of you.”
She smelled of her hot juices, primal scents that aroused and demanded. “What do you want from me?”
“To believe in me. And once you have, to travel with me.”
“Travel? Where?” Closing her thumbs and fingers around her nubs, she squeezed. No pain, just more of the melting heat in her core. “Where do you want to take me?”
“To where the answers lie.”
A spark of something she couldn’t name struck the base of her throat only to quickly spread down and out. His voice, his damnable voice was responsible! As the ever-growing ember crawled over her belly and sent lightning fingers along her inner tissues, she lost all interest in their conversation and the finger of fear that had briefly touched her. One thing and one thing only mattered. Seeing him. Touching him. Claiming and being claimed.
Infused with this single all-encompassing reason for living, she stepped toward the thicket. With her second step, she knew without a doubt that he was in there, waiting for her, challenging.
Promising?
No fear now. No hesitation. Nothing except sex-scent in the air and hot explosions threatening to turn her into an animal in heat. Cupping her breasts, she held them up as gifts. They were so heavy, heavy like the weight and warmth between her legs. Animals fucked and mated. When nature’s primal need controlled them, they knew nothing of restraint or embarrassment. They needed to mate, only mate. They sought and demanded sex.
She’d do that. Pull the man behind the voice out of the brush and throw him down and mount him. With her teeth on his throat and her hands hard on his sex, she’d demand her rights. Ride him. Ride him until he had nothing left to give her and she’d screamed out her release.
Naked, he’d be naked. Erect and aroused with a staying power to match hers, and animal lust coursing through his veins.
Nearly insane with a power she couldn’t comprehend or control, she reached the great vegetation. But before she could plunge into it, everything went still. Waiting. The world was waiting.
Not the naked male animal she craved after all. Instead, the tall, strong creature emerging from his hiding place wore a cape that caressed and
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