makes us worthy or
not?”
“Honesty. Don’t put on a show for them. They
all know you’re not accustomed to our ways.”
The drumbeat grew louder. Tinkling bells and
trilling flutes soon drifted on the night wind. The acolytes spun
and swayed, undulating with sensual grace, then shook their hips
and shimmied their breasts.
Ashton watched the dancers for a time then
his gaze drifted to Corry. Her eyes were wide, her lips slightly
parted and her nipples had started to harden. Why was she more
affected by this than he was?
Because you’re jaded. Fate has kicked her in
the gut more times than you can imagine and she can still find the
wonder in life.
He reached for her hand and she squeezed his
fingers without shifting her gaze from the dancers. The high
priestess pushed to her feet, standing tall and proud on the far
side of the fire pit. She told her acolytes to return to their mat
then offered further instruction in a firm, clear voice.
A man and a woman moved to stand in front of
Ashton and Corry. The woman was voluptuous and sultry-eyed, the man
sleekly muscled, his expression fierce.
“I don’t do men,” Ashton protested.
“I’m sorry for the confusion,” Lutton said.
“The high priestess must approve of what she senses in you. She has
altered the rules to your advantage. Marri is for you, and Fyn is
for Corry. The actual pleasure must be exchanged with them, but you
are allowed to assist each other, as are Fyn and Marri. This is
very generous of the high priestess. Fyn and Marri frequently find
pleasure with each other. If you allow them to guide you, this will
be over before you know it.”
Ashton helped Corry to her feet. “Do I still
go first?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Marri watched their approach through hooded
eyes. Her large breasts swayed with each deep breath. Corry matched
his advance step for step, but anxiety and anticipation surged
across their telepathic link. He lightly touched her mind, easing
her fear and encouraging her instinctive response to the sexually
charged atmosphere.
Fyn moved behind Marri and jerked her skirt
off with one forceful yank. She gasped and her breasts jiggled. Her
nipples hardened and she licked her lips. The message was clear.
Marri liked it rough. She would respond best to insistent
stimulation.
Dragging her arms to the small of her back,
Fyn thrust her breasts toward Ashton. Again the gesture required no
translation. Ashton cupped both her breasts and squeezed firmly.
Marri wiggled and twisted against Fyn’s hold, but her skin flushed
and her nipples puckered against Ashton’s palms.
Does she really enjoy being
manhandled? Corry sounded intrigued, not appalled.
Some women can’t come unless they’re
restrained. Watch her face while I tease her nipples. Tell me what
you see.
He rolled one of Marri’s nipples while he
sucked on the other. The harder he pulled the louder she moaned, so
he allowed the tip to scrape across his teeth each time he released
the suction.
She looks sunburned or feverish. Is she
already wet?
Encouraged by Corry’s curiosity, Ashton
stroked down along Marri’s abdomen and covered her mound with his
hand. The curls at the juncture of her thighs had been trimmed and
shaved until only a small dark triangle remained.
Fyn kicked her legs apart, making more room
for Ashton’s hand. Ashton continued his assault on her nipples
while he pushed his middle finger into her slit. Her wet, warm
folds caressed his finger and lust expanded through his body. His
gut clenched and his cock jerked, hardening with alarming
speed.
She’s a beautiful woman and she’s enjoying
your touch. Your response is perfectly natural.
Corry was reassuring him? Moments before,
she had been the one in need of comfort. He released Marri’s nipple
and looked at Corry. Her gaze was fixed on the other woman’s body,
arched by Fyn’s unrelenting hold, helpless and waiting.
Do you want to touch her?
No. She replied a bit too vehemently. But I want you naked
not?”
“Honesty. Don’t put on a show for them. They
all know you’re not accustomed to our ways.”
The drumbeat grew louder. Tinkling bells and
trilling flutes soon drifted on the night wind. The acolytes spun
and swayed, undulating with sensual grace, then shook their hips
and shimmied their breasts.
Ashton watched the dancers for a time then
his gaze drifted to Corry. Her eyes were wide, her lips slightly
parted and her nipples had started to harden. Why was she more
affected by this than he was?
Because you’re jaded. Fate has kicked her in
the gut more times than you can imagine and she can still find the
wonder in life.
He reached for her hand and she squeezed his
fingers without shifting her gaze from the dancers. The high
priestess pushed to her feet, standing tall and proud on the far
side of the fire pit. She told her acolytes to return to their mat
then offered further instruction in a firm, clear voice.
A man and a woman moved to stand in front of
Ashton and Corry. The woman was voluptuous and sultry-eyed, the man
sleekly muscled, his expression fierce.
“I don’t do men,” Ashton protested.
“I’m sorry for the confusion,” Lutton said.
“The high priestess must approve of what she senses in you. She has
altered the rules to your advantage. Marri is for you, and Fyn is
for Corry. The actual pleasure must be exchanged with them, but you
are allowed to assist each other, as are Fyn and Marri. This is
very generous of the high priestess. Fyn and Marri frequently find
pleasure with each other. If you allow them to guide you, this will
be over before you know it.”
Ashton helped Corry to her feet. “Do I still
go first?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Marri watched their approach through hooded
eyes. Her large breasts swayed with each deep breath. Corry matched
his advance step for step, but anxiety and anticipation surged
across their telepathic link. He lightly touched her mind, easing
her fear and encouraging her instinctive response to the sexually
charged atmosphere.
Fyn moved behind Marri and jerked her skirt
off with one forceful yank. She gasped and her breasts jiggled. Her
nipples hardened and she licked her lips. The message was clear.
Marri liked it rough. She would respond best to insistent
stimulation.
Dragging her arms to the small of her back,
Fyn thrust her breasts toward Ashton. Again the gesture required no
translation. Ashton cupped both her breasts and squeezed firmly.
Marri wiggled and twisted against Fyn’s hold, but her skin flushed
and her nipples puckered against Ashton’s palms.
Does she really enjoy being
manhandled? Corry sounded intrigued, not appalled.
Some women can’t come unless they’re
restrained. Watch her face while I tease her nipples. Tell me what
you see.
He rolled one of Marri’s nipples while he
sucked on the other. The harder he pulled the louder she moaned, so
he allowed the tip to scrape across his teeth each time he released
the suction.
She looks sunburned or feverish. Is she
already wet?
Encouraged by Corry’s curiosity, Ashton
stroked down along Marri’s abdomen and covered her mound with his
hand. The curls at the juncture of her thighs had been trimmed and
shaved until only a small dark triangle remained.
Fyn kicked her legs apart, making more room
for Ashton’s hand. Ashton continued his assault on her nipples
while he pushed his middle finger into her slit. Her wet, warm
folds caressed his finger and lust expanded through his body. His
gut clenched and his cock jerked, hardening with alarming
speed.
She’s a beautiful woman and she’s enjoying
your touch. Your response is perfectly natural.
Corry was reassuring him? Moments before,
she had been the one in need of comfort. He released Marri’s nipple
and looked at Corry. Her gaze was fixed on the other woman’s body,
arched by Fyn’s unrelenting hold, helpless and waiting.
Do you want to touch her?
No. She replied a bit too vehemently. But I want you naked
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