Desire's Slave

by Delilah Devlin

  She shielded her eyes with a hand and gazed across the peaks of red-gold sand. The oasis wasn’t in sight. But she knew that beyond any one of these dunes could lay a surprise—a rocky shelf overlooking the steep sides of a canyon—or a green oasis.

  Calandra planned to swim in the pond until her skin pruned—or until Drago pulled her from the water. He’d pay attention to her then. And every inch of his masculinity would answer to her command.

  Perhaps she couldn’t convince him to release her, but she could make him regret abandoning her to the mercy of an Arturian slave owner.

  “What makes you smile, mistress?” Kaspar’s Arturian singsong voice interrupted Calandra’s wayward thoughts.

  Calandra shot a glance at Kaspar. “Nothing.”

  Apparently, he’d recovered from her blows from the previous evening—and he was suffering far less than she was after a night atop a llamyx.

  Kaspar yawned. “Not to worry, mistress. Drago brings you to Nagara. You may rest there. He’ll not make you travel during the heat of the day.”

  Calandra didn’t appreciate the reminder of her discomfort. The long, black kahfet was becoming more stifling as the sun rose higher. The heat drummed down on her covered head. She’d begun to perspire so heavily her head swam and spots appeared before her eyes.

  She unstrapped the water bag from her pommel and lifted it to squirt a long stream of tepid water into her mouth.

  “Look, mistress!”

  Calandra lowered the bag and stared across the dunes. Despite the wavering heat, she noted a ridge rising above the sand. At its foot, a glimmer of sunshine reflected off the surface of a pool of water.

  Calandra kicked the sides of her beast. Lumina didn’t need any further encouragement. The smell of water was the only incentive she needed to break into a gallop. Calandra held on for dear life, but didn’t discourage the beast. She was just as eager to reach the oasis.

  *

  When Calandra passed him on her way to the pool, Drago expected she would fling herself down beside the water to drink her fill, and perhaps wash her exposed skin with handfuls of water. The pool offered little privacy. When night fell, he planned to accompany her at her bath.

  But at the water’s edge, Calandra leapt from the back of her steed and stripped.

  Drago halted, ensuring the men behind him also stopped. The kafhet landed at her feet, and the reclamation suit puddled on top. Pink buttocks jiggled as she ran into the water.

  “Ahfalla!” Kaspar exclaimed. “She will make us very rich men.”

  Drago shot him a searing glance, but Kaspar’s gaze remained pinned to the woman. Drago turned at Calandra’s glad cry. She ducked beneath the water, then rose and shook her head like a dog, shedding water in an arc and causing her breasts to bob on the surface of the water.

  The woman had no inhibitions—or she was deliberately taunting them.

  “Kaspar, see to the animals. Take them to the far end of the pond to drink. Gilbert, you’ll prepare the camp.” He kneed his mount and rode straight for the woman.

  Drago intended only to drink at the water’s edge. He was there to ensure her safety. No more. But the woman played like a water fox, turning to dive beneath the surface, exposing her buttocks and long, water-slick legs. Then she swam on her back, her arms slicing the surface, her chest rising above the water with each stroke. Crested nipples broke the surface to point toward the sun.

  Frustration fisted his hands. The woman was flaunting herself. Daring him to join her. Or perhaps hoping all of the men would strip and cavort with her.

  As he stepped toward the water’s edge, Calandra stood and laughed. “Join me. The water’s blessedly cool.” To prove her point, she cupped her breasts and angled her body to display her tightly beaded areoles. “See?”

  Oh, he saw. He also noticed his two assistants hovering next to him, staring at her breasts—again. Had the woman no sense of propriety?

  “Kaspar! Gilbert!”

  The two men glanced at him then shrugged, smiling sheepishly.

  “She appears happy,” Kaspar said.

  Drago glared, then looked pointedly at the llamyx lapping at the water.

  Gilbert mumbled, “We was just looking.”

  “Well, you’ve work to do—for which I pay you well.”

  “Come on Kaspar, let’s take the beasts behind those rocks over there,” Gilbert said.

  Drago’s gaze narrowed. The men would be watching Calandra from behind those rocks. Damn her hide.

  Calandra was a big girl and appeared to have made her own choice in the matter. And his men were big boys—they could watch or not. If the lady didn’t appear to care, then neither would he.

  He bunched his kahfet in his hands and lifted it over his head. Then stripped the rest of his clothing from his body.

  Calandra watched avidly, her hands still on her breasts, caressing them now.

  Drago strode into the water, heading straight for the woman who’d been driving him crazy since he’d first spied her in the Pirate’s Cove. The closer he drew, the faster her chest rose and fell. Cool water lapped over his balls, drawing them painfully taut. His dick swayed on the surface, then lifted as he stepped deeper into the water.

  When he stood before her, Calandra’s hands left her breasts to disappear beneath the water. Her fingers closed around his cock, and she pulled him toward her, guiding him straight into her pussy.

  From the cool water of the pool into her hot, wet channel, his rigid flesh sank inside gratefully. But Drago fisted his hands on his hips, determined she would take full responsibility.

  She raised a leg and draped it around his waist, while her hands sought purchase on his shoulders. With an undulating roll of her hips, she took him deeper inside, her bush-hair grinding against his groin.

  How she tempted him! Her lush breasts and hips invited a man to linger. Her fearless seduction of him, her master, challenged the male conqueror inside him to wrest control.

  She leaned back, exposing her breasts to his gaze, and let her hair trail into the water. She watched him through slitted lids, and he knew she saw his rising passion in the tightness of his jaw and heat that stained his cheeks. With a small smile, she lifted her her other leg and wrapped it around his hips. Then, slowly, she pushed with her hands against his shoulders to lift and fall upon his cock.

  Drago closed his eyes. Each stroke of her vagina exposed his cock to the chill of the pool before plunging again into her heat. Cold, hot. Cold, hot. Faster and faster.

  Drago’s hands clutched her buttocks, and his fingers splayed wide over the soft flash—pressing her cheeks together and apart with each stroke. His body tuned to her response. Her jagged breaths told him she neared the precipice.

  He opened his eyes to watch her completion. Her journey there never failed to fascinate him—she was wild for it and she never withheld a single moan or shudder. She gave herself fully. He wished for the same lack of restraint.

  Calandra’s head flung back in abandon. Her mouth slackened and her tits jiggled with each jerk of her hips. He bent his neck to suckle a nipple and teethe the rigid point, encouraging her to come.

  Calandra cried out and let go of his shoulders, sliding backward into the water to float on its surface, her arms spread wide. She looked like a water nymph, gliding back and forth of the surface. Her expression was pure, tortured bliss.

  Eager to join her, Drago dragged up her legs, one at a time, to his shoulders, then slammed hard into her, pumping his hips while her hair swirled in the water.

  As the ripples of her orgasm slid along his cock, she arched in the water, her breasts thrust high, and screamed.

  Drago rammed his dick into her hot, convulsing pussy and shot come deep inside her, emptying himself into her.

  When Calandra spluttered, he realized he’d pushed her below the surface. He pulled her quickly into his arms.

  Her arms snaked around his neck and she lifted her mouth to his.

  He clutched her hair, holdin
g her head still for his assault on her lips. He ate them, chewing gently then lapping afterwards to soothe.

  Calandra moaned and swept her tongue inside his mouth. Taking control, she suctioned his mouth, while she pressed her body closer to his.

  Drago felt his flaccid penis slip from her warm channel and groaned. Calandra’s mouth curved into a smile, and Drago felt the quiver of another growing erection. Never had a woman inspired such a swift recovery!

  He nudged his cock against her hip. Calandra twisted her hips to trap his eager flesh between her thighs.

  Dragging his mouth from hers, he said, “So soon?”

  “Not up for it?” she asked, with a bump of her hips against his.

  His cock nudged deeper between her thighs. “I think he’s starting to prune.”

  “Mmmm,” she moaned. “He is feeling a little wilted. Maybe he needs sunlight.”

  A scraping sound from the rocks beyond the edge of the pool drew Drago’s gaze. His eyes narrowed, and pebbles rolled down the rock nearest them to plop into the water.

  “We have an audience.”

  Calandra’s brows rose. “Oh?”

  Her innocent tone raised his suspicions. “They’ve watched from the beginning, haven’t they?”

  “Were you too distracted to notice?”

  Drago growled. “You like an audience, don’t you?”

  “I prefer one partner—one male partner. Someone I can trust with my body. Someone who will make sure I don’t go too far. Sometimes I like a woman and a man. But when other people watch…” She shrugged and glanced up, her expression almost shy. “I can’t help it—the experience is enhanced. It makes me really, really hot.”

  Drago’s ripening cock speared into the soft fur between her legs. “How hot?”

  She grinned then—a siren’s smile. “Fuck me at the water’s edge, and I’ll show you.”

  Chapter Four

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  She was hot as a laser. Drago followed her to the shallow edge of the pool. She faced toward Kaspar and Gilbert hiding in the rocks.

  When the water lapped at her ankles, she fell to her knees in the sand and scooped a handful of water, raising it to her breasts for it to stream down her belly into the water-darkened hair between her legs. Her hand stroked across her breasts, down her belly, then her fingers dove between her legs. With her face raised to the sun, her tongue circled her lips.

  Impatient to participate, Drago dropped to his knees behind her, and wrapped his arms around her belly.

  With his lips pressed to the side of her neck, he cupped her breasts in his hands, lifting them, kneading them and gently twisting the burgeoning nipples until Calandra writhed in his arms.

  Her hands reached behind to grasp his head, lifting her breasts higher still.

  Drago urged her with his hands to spread her knees wide, and skimmed his palm down her soft belly to cup her quivering pussy. At first, he rubbed his palm over it, petting her.

  “Please, stick your fingers inside me,” she said loudly.

  Reminded of the watchers, Drago smothered a growl. With one hand he stretched her labia wide, exposing them to the air and the other men’s gazes.

  “Pinch my clit.”

  He obliged her, repeatedly plucking the swollen nub, then he sank two fingers into her pussy while he continued to scrape his thumb across her clitoris.

  Calandra’s hands dropped to her breasts. Watching her over her shoulder, Drago’s dick hardened as she tugged her nipples until they stretched to tight points, reddening from her harsh treatment. Her belly quivered beneath his touch.

  Suddenly, she pushed his hands away and turned to urge him to lie half in the water, half on the hot sand. Positioning herself beside him, she leaned over his groin and grasped his penis, guiding it to her mouth.

  Drago forgot the voyeurs and pumped upward, deeper into her mouth, past her hot tongue to the back of her throat.

  She murmured and bobbed her head over his cock, lubricating the length of him. Then with her hands twisting on his cock and her mouth devouring the tender head, she suctioned hard, her cheeks drawing until he feared he’d explode.

  Drago fisted a hand in her hair and pressed her mouth deeper over his cock. She continued to suck, more noisily now, slurping and moaning, the vibration shooting sensation all the way to his toes. “Christ, stop! Calandra!”

  She cupped his balls and kneaded, grunting now as she took him deeper into throat, her teeth scraping deliciously along his cock.

  “Calandra, end it!”

  “Mmmm,” she moaned, then slowly withdrew, lapping around the head of his cock, dipping the point of her tongue into the sensitive eye, drawing a bead of pre-come.

  “A pearl,” she murmured, then licked it off. Her tongue fluttered over the head, butterfly laps that teased around the circumference. Drago’s hips lifted of their own volition, driving his cock into her mouth.

  Calandra pulled away and flicked the head with her fingers. “Bad boy.”

  “Calandra?” Drago’s voice strangled when she mouthed his balls, caressing them with long glides of her tongue, and sucking them into the cavern of her mouth. “Enough torture. It’s time to fuck.”

  Calandra laughed, and then straddled his belly. “Who’s in charge here?”

  Drago groaned when Calandra wriggled her hips, seeking his cock. When she found it, she slid her wet pussy lips over his straining flesh.

  “Stop teasing, or I’ll take over,” he warned.

  “You can try.” She pushed her pussy onto the head of his cock, and then teased him again with a swirl of her hips.

  He gripped her ass to keep her from moving and slammed upwards into her, repeatedly. Sweat beaded on her forehead and trickled down her chest. Calandra’s breasts jiggled with each relentless spearing. Unable to resist for long, he rose on his elbows and latched onto one of the nipples with his lips.

  Then Calandra took over, rising and falling on his cock. Her efforts growing jerkier as her arousal heightened, finally, she sank but didn’t rise again.

  He released her nipple. “Tell me what you need, baby.”

  Her thighs trembled around his hips. “I need you behind me.”

  Drago helped her climb off. She faced away and spread her legs wide for him. “You know what I want. Fuck me in the ass.”

  Drago grasped her buttocks, parting them. At Calandra’s sharp intake of breath, Drago decided a little torture of his own was in order. He leaned over her to tongue her clit, stabbing into her, lapping the creamy honey.

  Her ass wiggled. “Please, now. Fuck me, now.”

  Drago liked the ragged edge of her voice as she begged. He bit her cheeks gently. She quivered and her shoulders sank, raising her buttocks higher. Drago tongued her cunt-lips, drawing them into his mouth to nibble. Then he licked from her clit toward her anus, skipping over the rose to continue along the crease.

  Calandra was panting now, her breath coming in jagged sobs.

  “Tell me what you want,” he said and fluttered his tongue around her asshole.

  “You! I want you!” she gasped.

  His tongue pressed briefly between the tightly furled lips. “Not specific enough. Tell me, baby.”

  “In my ass! I want your cock in my ass!”

  Drago dropped spittle over her nether mouth and smeared it with his thumb. With his hand, he guided himself between her cheeks, riding between them in a long stroke.

  “For fuck’s sake, do you need a goddamn map?”

  Drago laughed. Calandra’s frustration only heightened his arousal. He placed the head of his cock against her anus and pressed inward. When the ring of muscle closed around the head of his cock, he paused.

  “Don’t stop now!”

  He swatted her behind. “Stop whining.”

  “Do that again.”

  “You like spankings?”

  “No. I don’t know. Spank me or fuck me—just make up your mind.” She tried to rear back to take him deeper, but Drago backed up with her.
He pinched each of her buttocks.

  “Ouch!” Then, “Do that again.”

  Instead, Drago pressed inside her, slowly driving forward, until his belly met her ass. She was so damn hot, exquisitely tight. He withdrew partway.

  Her groan ended on a sob.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “Yes. Don’t stop.”

  Slowly, he pushed inside again. Calandra’s legs trembled, and Drago snaked an arm around her belly to brace her for what was to come. “Ready, baby?”

  “Just give it to me. Hard!”

  He did. Stabbing inward, pulling out—to slam inside her again—pumping his hips and trying to prolong the sweet agony. But she was too tight, too hot—a glove that massaged his dick until it was harder, and his balls tighter than they’d ever been. His fingers curved into her hips and pumped so hard she grunted loudly with each stroke.

  Suddenly, his balls exploded, and his cock pumped a geyser of come into Calandra’s ass. Her screech and answering lunge backward heralded her own orgasm.

  While his body continued spurting and her vagina rippled along his cock, Drago pulled her up into his arms.

  Still connected, Calandra sat in the cradle of his hips and dragged air into her starved lungs. “Do you think they’re still watching?”

  “Afhalla!” echoed from beyond the rocks.

  *

  Calandra rubbed her arms and huddled closer to the fire. Drago had barely said a word to her throughout their meager dinner, and he’d chosen to sit with the fire between them. As the flames banked, his broad frame was limned by shadow and fire. The exposed skin of his face, hands, neck glowed in the reflection of the fire. His large body was black shadow against the night.

  Kaspar and Gilbert had long ago retired to their tent and warm bedrolls. Calandra had stubbornly held out, not wanting to admit her fatigue. Drago needed to see her, acknowledge her. Her will and desires would not be discounted. She was running out of time.

  Foolishly, she’d refused to don her water-heavy reclamation suit. The kahfet was all that stood between her and the cool night air. “It’s hard to believe I was roasting like a chicken on a spit today.”