Night of Fire

by Vonna Harper

  He shrugged. “Probably the pediatrician. I was circumcised at birth so my memory’s pretty sketchy.”

  “Cir-cum-cised? What is that?”

  “That—that flesh you’re talking about is called foreskin. For reasons I’m not going to go into, the majority of American boys have that removed.”

  “How cruel!” Did he want her to kiss him there? Maybe he didn’t want to be reminded of the pain. “I would hate to live where such things are done.”

  “It’s all right. I have no memory—”

  “But why?”

  “Maia, I’ll never be able to explain everything about my time and people.”

  And it doesn’t matter because when you return to it that will be the end of us.

  Although the ground wasn’t free of twigs and other sharp things, she didn’t hesitate to position herself on her side so she could get her mouth close to Taurus’ cock. It was larger than she’d expected, at least it felt that way against her lips. Despite her initial shock, she opened her mouth and licked the tip. The tiny bit of moisture there tasted salty.

  She didn’t expect this to happen, but her pussy moisture increased, and she involuntarily squeezed her thighs together. He must have seen because he leaned over and ran his hand over her hip. Just like that, her pussy fire increased. Much as she wanted to spread her legs again so he could play there, she didn’t. Soon, yes, but now was for him.

  She thought he’d warn her to be careful not to bite him, but he didn’t. Every man acted as if his cock was precious, and she wanted Taurus to know she understood. After licking him again and hearing him gasp, she opened her mouth as far as it would go and settled it around him. She wanted to feel him deep in her throat and give him shelter there, but she might gag if she went any farther. If they had more time, more days and nights together, she’d learn—

  No! She refused to take her thoughts beyond now.

  Her cunt was deep and large enough to swallow all of him, it seemed cruel that her mouth wasn’t made the same way. Just the same, she managed to draw her tongue out of the way while he was going in. Now she touched, licked and caressed every bit of his cock that she could reach. His hold on her hipbone tightened. Closing down with her lips, she alternated between pushing and pulling motions.

  He must have liked that because he took hold of the sides of her head and helped with the rhythm. Having his cock in her mouth, close to her teeth, gave her an unexpected sense of power. Was it possible, did men sometimes release their seed inside a woman’s mouth? If so, what did the women do with it? Those questions kept her from concentrating fully on what she was doing.

  Although she hated to, at length there was no denying that her jaw muscles were getting tired, and she reluctantly pushed him out of her. Instead of leaving him completely, she cradled his tip between her lips, softness against softness, moisture mating with moisture.

  “That was mind-blowing,” he whispered. “Are you trying to make me your slave?”

  “My people do not have slaves!” she gasped, appalled. “Only barbarians do.”

  “That’s a figurative slave, not literal,” he told her. “And I’m glad to know that. Now because I seem to have broken your concentration it’s my turn.”

  She had no idea what he was talking about until he positioned her so she was on her back, her legs bent and wide-spread. A momentary embarrassment because she couldn’t remember when she’d last bathed herself turned into hot anticipation as he lowered himself before her exposed cunt. For a moment he remained still and silent. She ached to know what he was thinking but didn’t dare ask.

  “I can’t remember my past,” he muttered. “Anything about it. You’ve stolen it from me.”

  “I do not steal.”

  “Don’t you? Never mind, right now neither of us wants to go there.”

  She hoped he would explain himself, but he didn’t say a word. Looking up at the sky the way she was, she couldn’t see what he was going to do, but she trusted him. Besides, she now lacked the strength to move.

  Something warm and soft and moist touched her inner thigh, sending a fiery shudder through her. Halfway through trying to determine what he was doing, she decided to simply let it happen—or maybe decide wasn’t it at all.

  He stayed there, painting her sensitive flesh, covering her in dampness. Somewhere in the middle of feeling—just feeling—she realized he was bathing her with his tongue. He periodically deserted her hungry skin, but he always returned, and when he did, he was newly wet. When he moved from her thigh to the fold between leg and pussy, she started to shake—just a little but it was impossible to control. She thought she heard him chuckle, but her head was roaring now, and she couldn’t be sure.

  He stayed there for what seemed a long time, teasing her entrance. Her hunger for him grew until she felt starved, and her woman’s moisture increased. Inside her cunt something was swelling, becoming hot and hard—desperate to escape.

  Using his hands, he separated her burning pussy lips. Then, while she helped by lifting her so-heavy hips and widening her stance, he licked at the entrance to her clitoris. Her nerves there hummed, the tempo increasing. Now she felt hot everywhere, even the top of her head. She’d broken out in a sweat.

  He licked again, deeper this time, the tip of his tongue intruding. She began whipping her head from side to side but was only barely aware of what she was doing. She moaned then her breath whistled.

  Deeper now, tongue pushing in, seeming to laugh inside her, light and strong all at the same time. She couldn’t keep her hips on the ground and dismissed the strain in her lower back as she struggled to make herself even more accessible.

  His tongue—his tongue on that hard, swollen piece of her he called her clit—challenged and caressed it all at the same time. She couldn’t think how to breathe and had ceased to exist except where he’d laid his claim.

  Her engorged organ was filling her, taking up every bit of space, maybe forcing his tongue out. Still he pressed against it and seemed to be trying to cleanse every part of it. Would it explode?

  Would she?

  She tried to sit up so she could watch the explosion, but she felt weaker than she’d been right after the priest stabbed her. Fear lapped at her consciousness because he shouldn’t be capable of doing that to her. Then the fear slid into something else.

  There! There it was! Everything wrapped up in his experienced and demanding tongue, his fingers spreading her as if her cunt had been ripped open, ruling, controlling. Helpless, she writhed to his rhythm—to her own rhythm.

  It was happening again! No longer herself, she became some primitive creature instead, an animal perched at the edge of a mountain cliff. Not seeking safety but leaping off into space, fire and something beyond her comprehension leaping with her.

  Sobbing. Screaming.

  * * * * *

  She’d landed. She didn’t know where she was or how long she’d been there. Her muscles had a little strength now, not enough, but better than total helplessness.

  Taurus was still between her legs. His tongue was no longer inside her, maybe because she’d bucked him out of her. But he wasn’t done with her, and gradually she realized that he had hold of her pussy lips and was lightly massaging them.

  “You come easily. From virgin to a woman of experience didn’t take long,” he said.

  “You,” she whispered. “You have done this thing to me.”

  His touch was so gentle, a caress. “Maybe I have,” he said. “If that’s true, it scares the hell out of me.”

  “Why?” she asked, and tried to sit up. He pushed her back down.

  “Because this has gone way beyond a one-night stand.”

  His somber tone penetrated her fog, and this time she managed to work herself into a reclining position. He lay on his side, one arm propping him up much as she’d done when she had his cock in her mouth. His fingers were still between her legs, close—so close—to her pussy.

  “Your clit is unbelievably responsive,”
he said, and yet she had the feeling he wasn’t thinking about that.

  “Yes,” she admitted. “It is. Taurus, you have not yet come. I want to give you that.”

  “Before I take a hike, is that what you mean?”

  Now that her vision had cleared, she saw the sorrow and bewilderment in his eyes. She felt the same way. Knowing he was going to return to his world where he had important things to do made her heart ache. If only The Lady or dagger stone had told her it would turn out this way!

  She couldn’t keep him here. Silence was safe. Silence and action.

  Repositioning herself so she too was propped up on one arm with his sex organ within easy reach, she picked a few blades of grass and used them to lightly paint his cock. Around and around she went, dragging the soft, sweet blades over every part of it. His erection had already been huge, but it seemed as if her caresses were making him even more so. Scooting down, she leaned toward the fascinating space between his legs and breathed on the glistening tip.

  He gasped and fisted his fingers in her hair. She looked up at him. Then, because the clouds in his eyes scared her, she turned her attention back to what she was doing.

  “From earliest childhood,” she told him because she didn’t want silence after all, “I have seen men’s seed-makers. Like women’s breasts, each is different.” Putting down the grass, she cupped her hand under his balls and lifted them. Knowing she might never do this again brought her to the brink of tears, and she kept her head angled so he couldn’t see. “Being naked is nothing to us. Neither is hearing and seeing people having sex.”

  “It—it’s not like that where I come from.”

  Where you come from and where you will return. “Is your way better?” Cradling his balls to keep them warm, she blew on them. He shuddered.

  “Better?” His voice had a strangled quality. “Hell, no.”

  “What is good about it then?”

  “Don’t go there, Maia. I don’t want to talk about it.”

  Maybe he wanted her to leave now, stand and walk away without saying a word. No, his cock was telling her that he wanted her. Besides, she’d made him a promise. Releasing his balls, she picked up the grass again. This time she draped the slender blades over his tip, his moisture kept them in place.

  “Bel-fire is a time of celebration,” she told him. “We pick flowers and other living things and decorate our homes. Today I decorate you.”

  “Today you’re driving me crazy.”

  “You do not like that?”

  “You know the answer to that, damn it.”

  She wanted to laugh, but the sound caught in her throat. No matter what she did, she couldn’t turn her back on the sorrow waiting deep in her mind. Determined to hold it at bay for as long as possible, she searched the ground until she found some clover. She picked that and brushed his balls with the small rounded leaves. His breathing had no rhythm, and she could smell his sweat.

  You will not easily forget me, she thought. No matter what you do, who you fuck, I will remain in your memory.

  After placing the now-sticky clover on his hip, she dug around the ground cover until she’d loosened some dirt and sprinkled that over his cock.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “Life comes from the earth, Taurus. You may not want it on your body, on what you used to place your seed inside me, but it is my gift to you.” She positioned her palm along the underside of his cock. “This is a simple piece of flesh, no good for fighting or hunting. It is vulnerable, sensitive.”

  “Right now…it sure as hell is.”

  “It controls a man. Perhaps he should hate it, but nothing is more important to him.” After running her fingers over his now dirt-touched cock, she collected more earth and sprinkled that over him. “I give you what is most important to me—the earth where my ancestors walked and where someday my grandchildren will do the same.”

  A lump caught in her throat. This time when the tears came, she was helpless to stop them. When he placed his hand under her chin and lifted her head, she saw him through blurred vision.

  “That’s why you brought me here, isn’t it?” he whispered. “Not just to get you pregnant, but so I, a man from the future, would understand what’s special about this place.”

  “I did only what I was told to. But you are right, this land is magic to us.” It hurt to speak. “The priests want to take away that magic, but they will fail. I know they will.”

  He wiped at a tear then put his finger against her lips so she could taste her salt. “I hope you’re right.”

  “Taurus, when I was in your time, it was Bel-fire. No one has destroyed that.”

  “Destroyed, no. But it has changed a great deal, you said so yourself. Most people have no idea of the celebration’s roots. I want…”

  “What do you want?”

  He shook his head and touched his cock. “What you promised.”

  She could do that. As thoughts of how wonderful it would feel to have him inside her took over, she shoved everything else aside.

  A gentle brushing with the grass and clover removed the dirt from his cock. Once he was clean, she pressed on his hips to let him know she wanted him to lie down. Then she positioned herself over him, her cunt dripping. Before she could settle herself over him, he slid his hand between the two of them and ran his fingers over her heated lips. Then he licked one of his juice-dampened fingers and offered another to her. The act of sharing her sex fluid felt like a kind of marriage.

  Again tears threatened. She fought them by manually spreading her lips and positioning her pussy over his cock. As soon as she felt him inside her, part of her, she lost touch with everything except the fire flowing through her veins.

  He gripped her pelvis and set the pace. Under his guidance, she began with a series of slow thrusts and retreats. Every time she pressed down, she felt as if they were becoming one. Maybe she could swallow all of him.

  Then he pushed up and she lifted off him, nearly losing him. She hated the loss, yet she knew he’d soon fill her again. She could celebrate every step of the journey, play with him and have him play with her. In. Out. Up. Down. Wet pussy being rubbed and heated, tested and tasted.

  Then with the strength in his fingers, he directed her to pick up the pace. Her thigh muscles began to burn and thrusting up and down as rapidly as she could caused her to break out in a fresh sweat. His cock jerked out of rhythm with her movements, adding to the friction.

  Everything else faded into nothing. There was only her pussy and his cock, trying to breathe, settling down and lifting, faster, faster, her cheeks on fire and sweat sealing her hair to her forehead, throat and neck.

  She took the initiative by leaning forward and bracing her hands on his hips. She felt his gaze bore into her. His mouth, like hers, hung open. His cheeks had turned red, and the tendons along the sides of his neck were taut.

  He stared at her. She stared at him. And she drove down, down until she’d flattened his balls. Then she clamped her pussy muscles around his cock and drew both of them up.

  He grunted, lifted his ass off the ground and drove into her, slamming his cock against her pussy walls. She released her grip, spread her cunt and felt herself soften inside, ready to accept his liquid seed.

  He came and came and came. His cock jerked, jerked again. She felt everything about his ejaculation. Then fire fingers took hold of her cunt and seared it. She was losing—losing…

  Lost.

  In whatever space he was in.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Maia had collapsed on top of him, but although Taron’s right arm had gone numb, he didn’t try to ease her off him. He was acutely aware of her earthy smell blending with his own drying sweat and cum. He also noticed the scents brought by the wind.

  Although he couldn’t name the various trees and flowers, he couldn’t imagine anything more perfect. More than perfect, he amended because the wind had brought him a soul-deep sense of peace. It could just be the result of havin
g spent himself sexually, but always in the past, as soon as he’d gotten his rocks off, he’d start to think about the responsibilities and decisions ahead of him. This morning his mind refused to go beyond this moment.

  He was so intent on monitoring what his nostrils were telling him that he was slow to notice anything else. Maia, however, went from what felt like unconsciousness to alert so quickly that she put him in mind of a wild animal conditioned for survival. Like the proverbial cat, she sprang to her feet and pulled on her gown—not that it hid her nakedness.

  “What is it?” he asked as he reached for his briefs.

  “Someone comes.”

  Where the hell was his lighter? If those idiot priests—no, not the priests, he amended. Drums echoed on the air, seeming to drift toward them. He watched her relax.

  “Your people,” he said.

  She nodded. “They come for…for me.”

  Had she been about to say us? Because he wasn’t ready to go there, he concentrated on dressing, not that putting back on his rumpled, grass-stained slacks did anything for the image of a successful company president. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Maia pick up the dagger. She didn’t look at the jewel.

  “What do they want you for?” He forced the question.

  “It does not concern you.”

  The hell it doesn’t. But maybe she was right because he belonged in another world, another place, other responsibilities.

  What felt like a thousand thoughts, all of them conflicting, bombarded him. He was grateful when a group of perhaps twenty villagers, including The Lady and the old men came into view. Two boys who looked to be nine or ten years old walked at the front and were responsible for the drumming. When the boys slapped their cupped hands against the thin, stretched leather, at first there was no sound. Then maybe a second later something deep and guttural reverberated. It felt as if it came from the earth and trees.

  “Incredible,” he whispered.

  “It is our world’s heart beating,” Maia said.

  He didn’t know he was going to wrap his arm around her and pull her against him, but he did. Her hip rubbed against his, sensual and familiar, precious. He slid his hand down over her stomach until his outstretched fingers touched her pubic hair through the disheveled and nearly nonexistent dress.