Chapter Four
Shana awoke to the stroke of a wet tongue on her clit. She groaned, having been in the throes of the best dream. In her dream, James Alexander’s face was between her hips as she rode his mouth to completion. The dream faded into reality and she shivered as a long tongue probed up into her pussy. She felt weak, shaky. She tried to clamp her thighs down on the head between her thighs, but her legs were held back.
A low moan sounded and the tongue stopped its exploration. Shana groaned in protest. Her arms lifted, feeling heavy as she tried to pull them up. Something cold and metal brushed her temple and she turned to it. Slowly, a chain came into focus. She was a prisoner, her arms held captive over her head. Her eyes narrowed, as she mentally prepared herself for battle. Two restraints wrapped around her upper thighs, keeping her legs spread wide and open. She couldn’t see them, but detected there were two more restraints on her ankles, keeping her from kicking.
"Hey, baby doll," came James’ voice above her. A warm mouth latched onto her breast. Her nipples were already sensitive, as if they’d been massaged while she slept. As if to confirm her thoughts, he continued, "Damn your tits are sweet. I can’t stop sucking on them. You like it too, don’t you? You’ve been moaning for more ever since I started."
He bit down, sending a shock wave of pleasure through her limbs. She jerked, caught between anger and arousal. When she opened her mouth to yell at him, he bit her again. Her arms strained against the binds, but she couldn’t get free. It felt good, too good. She began to squirm and closed her eyes, lost in an explosion of agony as he continued to touch her. At the moment, she really didn’t care that she was his prisoner.
"I’ve been licking your sweet pussy, too," he growled. "Waiting for you to wake up so we could finish what we started."
Shana blinked, looking up at him. His green eyes bore into hers, impassioned. He was breathing heavy, and his glorious body was naked and strained with muscles. Realizing he meant to fuck her, she tried to pull her legs shut, but the chains kept them open. Her eyes flew down to his hard cock, remembering how it felt in her mouth, how it tasted squirting between her lips.
"Stop," she breathed, hiding her fear. She wasn’t in control. It couldn’t happen like this. "Where are we?"
"My ship," he answered. "Tell me, when you had me prisoner, would you have stopped if I asked it of you?"
"No," she said truthfully.
A grin curled the side of his face. He began moving his hands over her body, touching her breasts, rolling the hard nipples until she was bucking and gasping for more. He moved his mouth over her flesh, sucking and licking hot kisses everywhere he could reach. She couldn’t close her legs and he touched where he wanted, denying her wet center for the longest time. Cream nearly poured out of her, dripping down onto the bed.
"Ah, put your mouth on me," she gasped, her words nearing a plea. But, instead of a mouth, she got his hand.
James stroked her, his fingers warm and strong. She moaned in approval. He massaged her wet slit, parting her folds. Slipping a thick finger inside her wet pussy, he began to stroke inside.
"Ah, you’re so wet for me, aren’t you?" James growled. To Shana’s surprise, she felt another finger wetting itself in her cream before moving down her cleft to draw circles around her ass. Her mouth opened to protest, but as a slick finger slid in she discovered a whole new type of pleasure in his touch. He rocked his hand into her harder. Shana gasped, moaning softly as she tried to move her hips into him. She wanted to ride his two fingers. Sweat beaded his brow, as he said, "Ah, you like that, don’t you? Shit, baby doll, you’re so tight. You’re going to feel so good when I take you."
James couldn’t hold back. He’d been touching and kissing her for too long, holding his desires at bay until he made her want him. Now, as she was thrusting into his hand for more, he knew she was finally ready. He slipped his fingers from her, and took his cock in hand, rubbing the hot tip along her slick folds.
Shana gasped, panting softly, "James."
His name on her lips did something to him. It made him feel weak and warm at the same time. He wanted her, needed her. He’d seen a lot of things in his life, had slept with many beautiful women, but none had moved him as this warrior did. There was something about her, the way she was, that he could understand. Being a ‘warrior’ himself, he could appreciate her qualities.
"James, please, more," Shana demanded, pulling so hard on her restraints he was afraid she’d hurt herself.
He couldn’t hold back. Finding her hot opening angled perfectly for his cock, he thrust hard into her tight passage. She squeaked in surprise and James froze, feeling her virginal acceptance squeezing almost painfully around him.
"Ah," he growled, caught between shock and arousal. He held still, trying to process this new information. "Shana, you … should’ve said…."
Shana didn’t want him to stop moving. She rolled her hips, moving him deep inside her. After the initial surprise, the tightness felt good.
James strained, holding still. "Stop wiggling or I won’t be able to pull out."
Shana didn’t obey. She began to wiggle harder, feeling pleasure in the pain his deep penetration gave her. Her knee managed to hit into him, kicking him hard in the side when he didn’t thrust. Being a warrior, Shana liked the mix of and pain in her body. Tension built inside her and she wanted more. She wanted it harder, faster. Arching her hips into him, she demanded, "More, James, give me more."
"Ah, shit," he growled. He pulled his hips back.
"Oh, yes," she breathed. "Do that."
James watched her beneath him in amazement. He’d never have tied her up like this if he’d known she was a virgin. But, hell, how was he supposed to figure that one out when the woman rode his face like she’d done it a million times? She walked around naked and confident, appearing as seasoned in the bedroom as he was. Though, knowing he was breaking into uncharted territory did something to him. It made him want her more.
James growled and began to move, pumping his hips into hers. He went shallow and slow at first, breaking her open, letting her adjust. When she moaned for more, appearing angry when he didn’t give it to her, he got bolder, going in deeper and longer. The harder he thrust, the more she screamed his name. Her passion amazed him.
"James!" she cried, her body seizing with a violent orgasm. "Oh, yes, James!"
His cock twitched, and the feel of her muscles clamping down on him was enough to make him come. He filled her womb with his seed, jerking violently as she took him in. Shana tensed, pulling so hard she lifted her body off the bed. When she’d wrung every last drop of cum from him, he collapsed on top of her.
"You got your way," she said when their breath came back to them. "Will you let me go now?"
"My way…?" he began, almost angry as he pulled up and out of her. "Don’t try and tell me you didn’t enjoy it."
"I did," she stated, unashamed by the admission, if not a little confused. "But I don’t speak of enjoyment. I speak of the baby. You got your way."
"Damn it," James swore, following it by a long string of curses. "Are babies all you women ever think about?"
"I’m confused," Shana said. She wiggled against the restraints and James absently began to release her, unhooking her thighs. "That is why we do this. To make children."
"No," James said. "We do this for pleasure."
"Pleasure?" Shana repeated, as if the word were foreign. Her legs fell down onto the bed, free of both ankle and thigh restraints. "There is little reason to indulge in pleasures. It makes you weak."
"Baby doll, what’s the point of working if you can’t reap what you sow?"
"Ah, yes, farming. We do reap what we sow and we eat well. I don’t see how that equals pleasure." Shana suddenly smiled. "Unless you mean pleasure in hard work--"
James leaned over, kissing her so she’d shut up. "You’ve got a lot to learn and I’m just the man to teach it to you."
"I will es
cape," Shana said, breathing hard from his kiss.
"You’re not a prisoner," he said, kissing her again as he unhooked her arms. "You’re free to decide what you want."
"You’re letting me go? You’re taking me back to Cherron?" Shana asked, her eyes growing round. Hurt filtered through her gaze as she stared up at him. She drew her arms down to her sides.
"I’m asking you to stay with me," he whispered, kissing her again. "To come with me."
Chapter Five
Shana stared at him, not knowing what to say. What exactly was he offering? And why did she want to say yes? She’d never thought of leaving her people behind, her friends. James seemed to see her conflict. When she opened her mouth to speak, he put his fingers over her lips.
"Let me show you what I’m offering before you say no," he whispered, kissing her tenderly. "Let me give you pleasure first, the kind I want to give you every night as long as you’ll stay with me. Say you’ll give me this one night with you before you decide."
Shana felt her heart flutter and slowly nodded in agreement. He began caressing her, tenderly moving over her neck and breasts. He sucked her nipples, taking it slow. He roamed his hands over every inch of her flesh until she was jerking beneath him. Shana hesitated, not moving as she watched him touch her. Slowly, she lifted her hands to his shoulders. He looked up, smiling as she touched him.
"Do I…?" she began, curious, as she pushed up. With slaves they never gave back to them, weren’t allowed to touch. She ran her fingers over his muscles, and she found the texture of him almost addicting.
Using all her strength, she pushed him over onto his back. It was strange, touching him, having him touch her without one of them tied down with chains. She found she liked when they both had freedom to move. He moved his hands up her back, tangling in her hair as he pulled her mouth down to his chest.
Shana licked him, kissing him as he had her. She liked the taste of his skin as she drew her tongue over him in long strokes. Moaning softly, she rubbed her breasts along his chest. She drew down his body, licking her way past his navel as she moved to take his cock in her mouth. The tip quivered as she sucked it between her teeth. She circled her tongue along the small hole she found there.
He gripped the sides of her head, working her mouth over him. She enjoyed watching the way his hips moved beneath her, as she touched his balls and stroked the extra length of his shaft. It was strange giving pleasure, but she found in doing so her own enjoyment was heightened to new measures.
"Oh, Shana, baby doll," he growled. He pulled her off him, and she began to protest. Seeing the look on his face, she stopped, eager to see what he had in store for her next. He urged her to kneel before him, kissing a hot trail down over her spine. Lightly he bit an ass cheek. Shana cried out in surprise and he proceeded to lick the bite, soothing it with his tongue.
"Enough," she stated, moving to push up and turn to him. "I’m ready."
James chuckled, and pushed her back over to where he wanted her. "Patience isn’t a virtue with the Amazons, is it?"
"If you--ah--want some--oh--thing you should--ooooh, right there," Shana panted as James’ hand worked between her thighs, encircling her clit. She forgot what she was saying as he worked a long finger inside her. "Oh, this is good."
James chuckled. He stroked her, as his mouth continued to bite and lick. When neither of them could take it anymore, he pulled back and aligned his cock. Grabbing her hips, he thrust forward, rocking into her. Shana cried out, pushing back into him so he filled her completely. His large cock pried her apart, able to go deeper in this position.
"Oh, yeah, baby doll, that’s it," James growled, using her hips to control her. "Let me ride you, just like that. Oh, yeah, you feel so good."
James felt her coming close. He reached his hand around, rubbing her clit in soft circles as he urged her climax. At the same time he reached around his back, grasping his testicles from behind. He pulled them firmly to stop from ejaculating, holding off his own pleasure. If he was going to convince her to stay will him, he’d need to last more than a few minutes--he’d need to last all night. It was hard when he wanted nothing more than to spray his cum inside her again and again.
Dipping his fingers into her cream from the front, he made sure his finger was good and wet. He drew it around to massage her ass, dipping between the cleft to circle the tight rosette he found buried there. Shana bucked, causing his finger to slide in. He continued circling, easing her tight ass open to accept him. His hips pumped his cock into her pussy, as his finger probed deeper into her anus.
The double impact was too much and soon Shana was tense and screaming beneath him. He continued to move inside her, working the tremors from her sweet body, loving the way she responded so naturally to everything he did. Then, when she acted as if she would collapse, he held her up, slipping his still wet cock from her pussy.
He drew his dick up, moving the large erect head to probe her ass where his finger had been. She moaned, as he slowly drew the tip of his shaft up her exposed cleft to spread her soft cheeks. With a primal growl he ignored her jolt of surprise as he narrowed over her untried hole. Taking his hard cock he nudged her open, dipping the tip inside the tightly fitted opening.
Shana gasped, feeling the fullness of him working inside her ass, stretching it wide. It was a sensation she’d never considered, never even heard of. Just when she thought her body could take no more, it began to build with excitement, pounding her blood erotically through her veins. James grunted loudly in approval. Her ass clasped around him, squeezing his dick like a vice. Her eyes opened in wonder at the melee of nerves that jumped in response to his entrance.
James groaned hard, making animalistic noises as he worked himself deeper and deeper into her. His cock stretched her mercilessly, gliding back and forth with the aid of her cream, squeezed tight by the virginal muscles of her ass. The urge to come was almost too much, but he held back, denying himself release as long as he could. When he was done, Shana would know that she was completely his. He’d mark her body as his own, make it impossible for her to leave him.
He watched his cock move in and out of her ass, the erotic sight almost too much. Shana began to cry out. Feeling the ultimate pleasure of domination, James grabbed her hips and began to jerk harder within her. He lost complete control, pounding into her.
Shana felt her stomach build in a strange, new orgasm that spread itself over her body. She stiffened at his wild navigation of her body. She began to shake in complete fulfillment as his hips pounded at her tight core. And then she exploded with a tight-lipped scream of pleasure. Her body tensed, squeezing his cock until he could no longer hold back.
James grunted and released himself inside of her with a howl, coming in a long, hot streaming jet, filling her, marking her, staking his claim. When he finished, he fell against her back, completely spent. His weight pressed her down into the bed. Their sweat laden skin slid together. Slowly, he pulled his cock from her ass with a slow groan of contentment.
James held her in his arms, relaxing as they both recovered. Then, when he felt her breath deepen as if she would go to sleep, he began kissing her anew, keeping her awake. Lifting her up, he brought her to the shower, washing them both off before making love to her against the wall with water falling all around them, beading to their flesh.
Afterwards, he bathed her with his tongue, licking her clean of the water as he teased every nerve in her to fiery life. They had all night, and James took every last minute of that time to plead his case, showing her the numerous ways their bodies could fit together. Several hours later, when dawn was near, he finally let her rest, knowing he’d done his job well.
Chapter Six
Shana yawned, blinking in contentment. She was a little sore, but nothing she wasn’t used to after a really good training session. Feeling an arm around her waist, she stiffened. She wasn’t used to lying next to anyone and her first reaction was to attack. Twisting around, she found h
erself straddling a very naked, sleep dazed Captain James Alexander.
"Already? Baby doll, you about wore me out last night," he groaned giving her a sheepish grin. Even as he protested, Shana felt his cock stirring along her ass. She’d enjoyed playing with it, watching it grow and form into a thick mass. His eyes dipped lazily to her breasts, breasts she was strangely proud of this morning.
"You are weak?" she challenged, her brow arching to tease him. "A true warrior doesn’t complain."
"Oh, yeah," he growled, flipping her beneath him and pinning her hips to his. "I seem to remember someone begging me to give them a small rest last night."
Shana actually blushed. Then, her face very serious, she stated, "I did not know you went to another last night. I might have to kill them."
James laughed, pleasure filling him as he nuzzled her neck. "Would you be jealous if I were to go to another woman?"
Shana considered that and then nodded. Her kind was raised to be possessive over what was theirs, dominant. And right now, James felt like he was hers. Yes, she would definitely fight to keep him. "Yes. If a woman wishes for what is mine she must fight me for it in open challenge. It is the only honorable way."
James drew back, stroking her hair. "Am I yours, Shana? Don’t you even care what I think about it?"
She nodded, frowning at the way he said it. "I thought you wished to be mine. You evoked the Rite of Mairrit, did you not?"
James chuckled. "I have no idea what I did. The guard wanted to take me for a test drive and I said I wanted to be with only you. Next thing I know I’m being delivered to your doorstep."
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