EDGE OF ECSTASY

by Tianna Xander

  She braced herself on her hands as they fucked her, her breasts bobbing over Magnus's face.

  "Ye sure do feel good, Mairy," the other said behind her. She wasn't sure who it was, since she was too spent to turn around and his guttural moans were certainly no indication of his identity. "I'm gonna embarrass myself fer sure."

  Big hands squeezed her ass as he pounded in and out of her tight bum. She looked down into the glazed eyes beneath her and smiled softly. There would be two more spent shortly, she was sure of it. Magnus reached up and pulled her to him more forcefully as he raised his hips, doing his best to ram his cock into her. The two of them together, rubbed a sensitive spot inside her cunt and she began to spasm anew.

  "I'm cumming!"

  Mairy lost all sense of time and place as the men of the village came to take their turns. Some of them even took her twice! The light of the bonfire shone against her sweat and cum-soaked body. Her skin glistened in the soft glow. The heat warmed her. Her breasts tingled. The peaks pebbled, beading hard against the cool morning air.

  Countless glasses of mead blurred her mind and vision. More of the herbs she'd approved the day before were added to help her accept her fate,

  and loosened her natural inhibitions.

  She accepted the breast thrust into her face, suckling like a babe as someone lowered her onto her back atop still another man. His hard cock pressed into her ass from behind. Someone else crawled between her legs, licking her spent pussy, bringing her to the brink of another climax as they suckled the throbbing little nub into their mouth. The smooth skin against her thighs told her it was a woman who licked the cream from her cunt. No man had such soft cheeks. She opened her mouth, greedily licking and sucking as a woman lowered her dripping sex over her face. Mairy sucked and licked the juicy cunt, as the woman between her legs sucked and licked hers.

  Soon, the soothing tongue left her moist slit and was replaced by another hard cock. She grunted with surprise as the huge member drove into her. She turned her head from the woman's creamy cunt to open her eyes and gaze up at the man who impaled her.

  "Alistair," she sighed, loving the way he gently slid in and out of her clasping channel.

  "I couldn't bear to see the others fucking you when I knew how good your tight pussy feels clasped around my cock. I had to have you again."

  Mairy nodded, loving the way he eased his cock into her over and over, fucking her pussy for the third time. "Yes," she groaned, returning her attention to the quivering slit above her face. "Harder," she screamed, as she suckled the woman's throbbing bud into her mouth, suckling hard as the two men fucked her.

  Reaching up, she stuck two fingers in the woman's tight hole and wiggled them inside her tight channel as she sucked that little nub. The woman moaned and ground herself down onto Mairy's face, screaming her pleasure before she fell to the side, panting.

  Alistair leaned down and kissed the other woman's cream from her lips.

  "I'm going to cum soon, Mairy. I want you to cum with me," he panted moving his head lower to place his mouth against her breast.

  Sucking the peak into his mouth, he drew hard on the stiff bud.

  She screamed out her release as the two men pounded into her grasping holes. She looked around. As Alistair promised, the older men were well into their cups and the younger men, all having had their way with the May Queen, were now off to enjoy other pursuits, namely the other young, willing women at the festival. Only a handful of men remained as witness to the stamina of the young woman they had chosen as this year's Queen.

  Alistair still knelt over her, his cock buried deep into her cunt, another cock stuffed into her bum hole.

  Gods, how she loved this!

  She closed her eyes as the tears leaked from them. She would be forever cursed to waiting for the May Day celebration to feel this way again. No man would marry the May Queen. No man ever had. Just like Fiona, she would live her life a lonely woman. Her only companion would be the May Child, if she had one.

  She felt Alistair spend himself inside her, as the other man shot his release into her ass. Again, many hands lifted her limp body away from the men and placed her on another sheet. A hush stole over the crowd and still she didn't open her eyes.

  On one side of her body, Mairy felt the warmth of the bonfire as the wood popped and crackled near her. A cool breeze chilled the other side of her body and she shivered with anticipation as she felt another man kneel between her spread legs.

  Soft lips nuzzled her breasts, licking and suckling gently. A tongue laved her ear. Many hands caressed her as the warmth of the man's body moved away from her so he could position himself more squarely between her thighs.

  Gentle hands grasped her behind the knees and lifted her legs over strong male shoulders. The large head of a cock pressed against her before he surged forward with a groan. Only one man fucked her this time. The others must have joined in the revelry the other women provided, leaving the May Queen to rest with only one man to plow his seed into her womb.

  She kept her eyes closed tight, imagining the man was her beloved Donnal. He leaned forward, suckling her nipple into his mouth as he slid within her slick depths. She moaned a name.

  "Donnal . . . I loved ye so much. Can ye ever forgive me?"

  "Shh . . ." The man tried to comfort her. He rubbed his face over her breasts, laving and suckling, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy once again.

  She groaned through another orgasm, still imagining the man inside her was her Donnal. Soon the thrusts became harder, more intense and she knew he was about to cum inside her. She didn't want it to end, she didn't want another man inside her, she wanted her Donnal.

  The swift, hard thrusts of the man above her took her over the edge once more and she screamed his name. Mairy cared not what the others thought. He had been her betrothed. She had loved him as she would love no other.

  "Donnal!" She screamed his name. "I'll love ye, forever," she said softly, panting as the man spent himself inside her.

  He lay over her, not moving off for another man and she wondered if the sun was finally rising and the revelry was over. One night a year. She would only have one night a year.

  She turned her head to the side, pushed her hair from her face and looked to the East. The pink and orange light of the rising sun peeked over the horizon and she pushed at the man above her, lest she appear to be the wanton that she really was.

  "The celebration is over, ye big oaf, now get up off me afore ye squash me into a flat cake."

  "That's not much of a welcome back, now, is it?"

  Mairy stilled at the sound of his voice. She squeezed her burning eyes shut and cursed the Gods that two men could have such a soothing, deep baritone.

  "Welcome back for yer seconds, now get off me, you great hairy oaf!" She pushed at the man, when she really wanted to pull him to her and continue to dream that he was her Donnal, returned from the dead.

  He chuckled into her ear and goose bumps rose on her skin. The hair on the pack of her neck stood on end as his breath tickled her throat. No one chuckled like that. No one but . . . No! She refused to torture herself this way. He was gone and she must learn to accept her fate.

  "I do love ye, Mairy. But you're going to have to stop calling me such names. It isn't fitting for a wife to be such a harpy with her husband."

  That cruel voice that sounded so much like her Donnal taunted her, making her believe he was here with her.

  Mairy stopped squirming beneath him. Dare she hope it was him? Dare she dream her Donnal had returned from the dead? Taking a deep breath, she cracked open her eyes to look into Donnal's bright blue-eyed gaze.

  "Donnal!" She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into the crook of his shoulder. Tears streamed down her face when she recognized her love. "We thought ye were dead!"

  "I know, love. The water swept me away. I woke miles down-stream and was nursed back to my hale and hearty self by a wise woman." He squeezed her gently. "She told me
that you were going through some trying times and that I would have much to forgive ye for."

  She closed her eyes. He did have much to forgive. The question she wanted the answer to was, could he? Could he forgive her for agreeing to be the May Queen? She opened her mouth to ask him and he rested his finger against her lips.

  "I know why ye did it, Mairy. I had lain with ye afore we were married and then left ye to live your life. Ye could never hae married without this night and ye would never hae lived a peaceful life if ye would have had my child alone."

  He kissed her gently. "I have naught to forgive ye for, my heart. I love ye. I still want to take ye to wife, May Queen or not."

  He stood, pulled her into his arms and looked around to the other people gathered around them. Some sleeping, others still celebrating and still others were engaged in carnal revelry.

  "All of ye be my witness!" Donnal called to those assembled. "Mairy is my love. I want her for my wife and I'll have no other."

  Mairy smiled, cleared her throat and called out hoarsely. "Donnal is my love. I want him for my husband and I'll have no other."

  They gazed into each other's eyes for a moment before he bent down and picked up the sheet to wrap around her.

  "Now, Mairy, we're married for a year and a day. What say you to going to my croft and making that May Babe?" he said with a wink.

  She blushed and nodded.

  "Can we have a bath first?"

  "What a wonderful idea, my love."

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Tianna Xander is the author of several paranormal, time-travel and science fiction romance novels, including Virgin's Blood available now at eXtasy Books. She loves reading everything from romance novels, murder mysteries and encyclopedias, to handbooks on solar energy. Tianna is the first to admit she spends far too much time surfing the internet and chatting with her online friends and critique groups.

  Having written four novels and working on at least one more at any given time -- Tianna still finds time for her family, friends and her many pets. She currently lives in Michigan with her husband, two children, a pair of cats, two big dogs and one occasionally terrorized Netherland Dwarf bunny. Her life is anything but boring.