From anyone else it would have sounded like a cliché, but Novia was sincere. She sometimes addressed him as colonel because she thought it sounded so strong, and because she wanted to give that strength to him.
He lifted her hips up, resting them on the edge of the tub. He kissed his way down, savoring the taste of her skin. He parted her legs and stroked her jet-black pubic hair. The colonel knew her body like the back of his hand. But he never tired of it, never wanted another woman. His mouth finally reached her beautiful pussy… so wet and warm. His tongue danced across the pubic hair, then deeper, rolling across her wet lips. Novia's clit was stiff, like a button. He wrapped his lips around it, dabbing at it with his tongue.
"Oh god, that feels so good," She moaned as her hands roamed through his thick hair, nails raking across his scalp.
He had never gone down on women before he met her, always considering it a sign of weakness. But with Novia he wanted to take the time to please her, knowing the rewards were incredible. He sucked harder, running his tongue across her pussy, feasting like a starving man. Her small, powerful hands squeezed his skull as she climaxed.
"Oh yes… please, I can't wait any longer, fuck me colonel, fuck me now!"
She pushed him back into the water and climbed on top. Grabbing his cock she slid the head inside her pussy. His body trembled as she lowered herself down the shaft. She tossed her head back in ecstasy. Then she began to ride up and down, the speed and intensity building. She leaned forward, smothering him in those beautiful breasts, never losing the tempo. His strong hands embraced her as the pumping built.
She stretched like a cat as another orgasm washed over her. Her pussy muscles quivered and he couldn't hold back a second longer. Her satisfaction increased his own pleasure tenfold. How had he lived before this woman? How empty had his life been?
His cock exploded, shooting hot cum inside her. Every muscle in her body flexed as she shared his pleasure. His explosion inside of her had set of a new wave of pleasure throughout her core and her entire body. And then they lay still, exhausted, content to melt together in the warm water.
He wished they could have lay there all night, basking in each other's warmth. But there would be plenty of nights for that. First they would take what was rightfully theirs.
CHAPTER 4
Coronel Marcos donned his finest dress uniform. It was impeccably tailored, each medal gleaming from endless polishing. He would be the model of a professional military officer. But the most beautiful ornament would be Novia. She'd spent hours choosing her jewelry ensuring it perfectly complimented the Chanel gown he had bought for the occasion. Marcos watched in admiration as she put the finishing touches on her hair. It wasn't vanity; Novia knew she had to look radiant, outshining the society women who considered her nothing but a high priced whore.
A chirping digital phone broke the mood. They weren't ordinary phones; these were specialized items he'd bought from a successful drug smuggler. Untraceable, scrambled lines that would be tossed into the ocean by morning, eliminating any record of their plot.
The colonel looked at the caller ID and took a deep breath. It was his brother Marco. Aside from Novia, his brother was the only one in the world he fully trusted. But he was more like a faithful, but vicious guard dog than a confidant. Part of the problem stemmed from his brother's sub-par intellect. But the real blame fell on their parents for christening him with the regrettable name Marco Marcos. Years of childhood ridicule had festered, creating a violent hair trigger temper. He knew there had been more to it that the name, but it was easier to focus on that. The colonel answered, "Yes Marco, what is it?"
Captain Marco Marcos was squatting in a patch of jungle with six other mosquito bitten soldiers, "We are almost in position. Brother, why can't I just kill this priest now, so I can join you in the most glorious part of the night?"
The colonel's fist clenched involuntarily… they'd been through this fifty times, "Listen to me and try to understand. This is very important. I don't want any action taken until exactly midnight. Everything must be timed to the second. We don’t want a panic. The priest is an important target and you are my best man for the job. He's powerful, so kill him quickly and obtain the ancient book he possesses immediately." The Colonel could almost hear the tiny wheels in his brother's dim mind spinning, "Do you understand?"
"Yes brother I understand."
"Oh, and remember I want you to bring me a trophy to prove he is dead."
Captain Marco Marcos swatted at a gigantic mosquito, "Don't you trust me to carry out the mission?"
The colonel's frustration grew. It was like talking to a three year old, "Of course I trust you brother, but I need it to show the people proof that Talin is dead! I'm very busy, so goodbye." The colonel clicked off the phone and sighed. You really couldn't choose your family.
His servant, having paused, cautiously entered the room. He knew that a conversation between the brothers always ignited the Colonel's temper. "The car is waiting for you downstairs sir," He carefully backed out of the room.
The Colonel looked to Novia and smiled. Assuming all went as planned, in a few hours they would be the rulers of Tortura. He silently prayed to the Barons not to let his brother fuck up.
CHAPTER 5
Cass steered the moped off the road onto an ancient cobblestone path. The thought of being with Talin combined with watching Fawn's little sex show had really gotten her juices flowing. Riding a motorbike down the bumpy trail wasn't helping a bit either.
The path took her through the islands oldest cemetery. Initially it seemed odd that a graveyard rested on prime beach real estate. But Talin politely explained that the beachfront meant nothing to peasants because crops don't grow in sand. Most of the graves were above ground monuments, miniature crypts tilted and battered by decades of hurricanes and flooding. Cass cruised through the rows of graves carefully, hoping her engine didn't wake up the inhabitants, she joked in her head. She could see a bonfire flickering through the foliage ahead. She was almost there.
Talin had built his hut at the edge of the cemetery. Initially Cass found it creepy but Talin knew the spirits felt most comfortable there. Cass saw his evening bonfire burning up ahead
She pulled in slowly, avoiding the minefield of monuments and icons that dotted the compound. Talin was dancing around the bonfire with feline grace, performing a ritual dance older than written history. He'd stripped down to a pair of shorts, and the sweat on his muscular body gleamed in the firelight. He reverently picked up an ancient sword, adding it to the dance. He spun, pointing it at the idols surrounding the bonfire, paying tribute to each spirit. Then he knelt down before the fire, completing the ritual. Finally he turned to Cass.
Like most of Tortura's population, Talin was of mixed race, he had dark skin but it would be impossible to identify him as black or Hispanic. Centuries of intermarriage had made the islander's into their own unique and beautiful race.
"You escaped," He said, smiling with perfect gleaming white teeth.
"They wanted me to stay of course, but there was no way I was going to miss tonight."
She approached him and he put his strong arms around her. They kissed and Cass ran her hands across the taught corded muscles of his back.
He looked into her eyes, "Are you ready to be mounted by a spirit?"
"I'm ready to be mounted, that's for sure."
He had the mischievous eyes of a child. "This is no small thing, allowing a spirit to enter your body is a major step. That spirit may embrace you and become your protector. It is a wonderful experience."
Talin slipped into his hut momentarily and emerged carrying an ancient black book. He handed it to Cass, "You're holding the original book of voodoo spells, passed down through countless generations. You're the first novice, and may I add, the first white chick to touch it,” he laughed.
Cass carefully opened the ancient text. It was hand written in an African symbol language lost to time, "It's beautiful."
"
It is bound in flesh and written in human blood," Talin said solemnly.
Cass almost dropped the book in revulsion.
Talin laughed, "I'm kidding, that's just a legend only idiots believe."
"You know, for a sacred voodoo priest you can be kind of an asshole."
Fifty feet away Captain Marco Marcos squatted in the brush, staring at the couple through binoculars. He turned to Sergeant Chavez, his second in command, "Do you see the book he's holding? We must retrieve it intact. It is an ancient book of voodoo spells. They say it's bound in human flesh and written in blood." The captain went back to observing their target.
Talin took Cass' hand, guiding her to a blanket near the fire, gesturing for her to sit.
Cass was nervous. She had seen Talin do amazing things including acts of healing that couldn't be rationally explained. Being around him, she had come to believe that spirits existed, and that they could be benevolent, but the concept of letting one enter her body was still frightening.
Talin tossed incense into the raging bonfire and read from the ancient book. Cass stared into the fire allowing her mind to find shapes and forms within the flames. Suddenly her body shook, tensing as if something were trying to enter.
"Relax, they will not harm you," Talin whispered softly.
A warm sensation coursed through her, like a loving embrace from within. Cass heard a soft, beautiful female voice speaking to her. It sounded as vivid and real as Talin's.
"I am Litha, I am with you tonight… do you accept me?"
"Yes," Cass said out loud, "I accept you."
Talin watched in awe, he'd never seen someone so open to spirit possession. But Cass was no ordinary woman, he had learned, and her powers had grown with each ritual. He knew that she could easily become a high priestess if she so chose.
Litha spoke through Cass again, "We have no bodies, we cannot touch or feel as you do. My beloved Petro wishes to enter the priest's body. Will he accept Petro?"
"I accept his spirit," Talin said solemnly.
Cass realized she'd been speaking Litha's words aloud in a voice different than her own. All the fear melted away as Cass embraced sharing her mind and body. She had actually been filled with a feeling of such ease and love that it was almost intoxicating in and of itself.
Talin's body shook for a moment and then relaxed. He turned to Cass, "I am here my love, come to me."
It didn't matter whether it was Talin or the spirit called Petro speaking. Cass wanted Talin, and she hoped their love could be a vehicle for the spirits joy as well. Cass leaned forward, pressing her lips to Talin's, feeling her own excitement and Litha's wash over her. Ecstasy was the only word to describe it.
Talin ran his hands across her body, as she felt electric sensations that seemed amplified beyond anything she's experienced before. She pulled off her shirt and he kissed her chest softly. The heat from the bonfire was nothing compared to the fire raging within her.
***
Captain Marco Marcos turned to Sergeant Chavez, "Great, not only do we have to sit here getting eaten by mosquitoes, but now I have to watch these two fuck!" Even in hushed tones, his anger came through loud and clear. He glanced over at his men. They were fighting over the other pair of binoculars, eager to watch the show. "Chavez, get those perverts under control." Chavez employed his usual managerial style, slapping the nearest soldier across the face. Satisfied they were refocused, the captain went back to observing the couple. The white woman was obviously a tourist, but she was quite attractive. Maybe after completing the mission he would take a moment to sample her charms himself. It would be a small consolation for being eaten by mosquitoes the size of helicopters.
***
Talin kissed Cass gently, but their passion quickly grew with an intensity she'd never experienced. Every touch was electric. She kissed his neck, working her way down his chest. She felt her own feelings but they were more than just hers. His sweat was salty but she could also taste the essence that coursed through him. She was now two souls, sharing the intense sensations, experiencing love beyond human comprehension.
Cass pushed Talin down onto the blanket and slid his shorts off slowly, unveiling his hard cock. Cass caressed it gently. Her senses were so amplified she could feel it throbbing. She almost thought she could see it throbbing with potency and energy. She kissed her way down his stomach, savoring the corded muscles of his abdomen. Then she kissed his cock softly, letting her tongue lightly dab the head. Talin's body twitched in approval, his breath growing heavier.
Litha's voice echoed in Cass' head, "It is so beautiful, tasting his manhood again, more please," And Cass happily obliged, running her tongue around the head of Talin's cock, before letting it slip down her throat. Talin had a big cock, but Cass had learned to take it all down her throat. She moved her head up and down, each time bringing her an inch closer to swallowing it whole. Finally her lips touched his balls as he squirmed in delight.
Cass and Litha were too deeply engrossed in pleasure to notice the lights swirling above. Globes of energy like tiny ball lightening hovered around them. It seemed that other spirits had been attracted to their ménage.
***
All eighty of the captain's IQ points were trying to comprehend the scene before him. Small globes of light whirled around the couple bathing them in an ethereal glow. He'd always taken his brother's devotion to voodoo with a grain of salt, convinced that the only real power in heaven and earth came from the barrel of a gun. But this spectacle forced him to reconsider his beliefs. Being from superstitious peasant stock to begin with, his men were already starting to panic. He gave them a steely look, and they settled down… for the moment at least.
***
Talin pulled Cass back up and they kissed again, deeper with even more intensity. His hand slid down, stroking her sopping wet pussy.
Litha's spirit voice screamed in delight, "So long since I've felt this, since I had a body," Cass couldn't believe the sensations; it was like her pubic hairs were live wires. Her legs shuddered as first orgasm rolled through her body, then another. She rolled onto her back, pulling Talin on top of her. She had to have him inside her; she had to be fucked before her head exploded. Every hair on Talin's body was standing on end, charged with the same metaphysical energy. Cass looked up, finally seeing the raging firestorm of spiritual energy that surrounded them. It seemed like hours before Talin slid his cock inside of her. Her legs were high in the air, toes curled to the point of breaking as she gripped him to her with her legs. Cass wondered if there was such a thing as too much pleasure. She was ready to find out. It felt like her pussy had never been so hot, so wet or so full. Talin's hips thrust back and forth in perfect time with hers. Cass closed her eyes and for a moment she actually left her body, hovering above, and able to look down at the beauty of their lovemaking. Yet even as she did so, she could still experience every physical sensation clearly. Then, in flash she was back in her body again. Every muscle tensed as she reached something beyond an orgasm. It was the most intense spiritual union that she and Talin had ever shared.
A brilliant cocoon of white light formed around them as Talin howled in ecstasy. Cass felt him releasing inside her, filling her with his hot seed. The cocoon of light exploded above them, bathing them in a blinding white light… and then there was calm, as they were left in a state of post-coital bliss like no other.
As they lay there taking in the experience, they felt the gratitude of their guests course through them as well. Soon Litha spoke inside her head again. “Thank you for allowing us this pleasure. We shall leave you now. Know that we are in your debt.” With that they withdrew and the pair were left alone. But their bliss did not last long.
One of the soldiers leapt to his feet in terror and tried to run into the jungle. He grabbed his ankle, yanking the panicked man to the ground with a loud yell. So much for the element of surprise. Chavez was also impressed by the sight by the bon fire, but he had always revered the old ways. He did not so much fear the sp
irits as these commoners did. He definitely respected what they could do however.
Through their post orgasmic haze Talin and Cass both heard the sound… someone was spying on them from the jungle.
Quickly pulling on his shorts Talin stood up, "Who's there? Come out now, or I will find you!"
The captain thought for a moment, he was way ahead of schedule, but the element of surprise was gone, "Fire!" He barked.
Bursts of automatic weapons fire tore through Talin's compound. Voodoo icons and ancient pottery exploded, sending shards of wood and plaster into the air in all directions.
Talin grabbed Cass' shoulder, pushing her into the hut. "Get inside!"
Adrenaline instantly surged through Cass. She'd been under fire before and had prayed to never have to experience that panic and chaos again. In a split second though she was right back in Afghanistan, but instead of her senses becoming razor sharp as they once would have, she felt a sickening and paralyzing fear. She stumbled to the ground and guided by instinct and the will to survive, crawled to the hut.
"Come on!" She screamed to Talin.
The next wave of bullets ripped through Talin's body, spinning him like a top. He fell to his knees, blood pouring from his abdomen. He locked eyes with Cass and his lips moved, but the words were lost in the thunder of gunfire. Cass did not need to hear to know what he said. "I love you."
"Cease fire! Enough!" Captain Marcos screamed to be heard over the gunfire.
Sergeant Chavez slapped one of the men and the cease-fire order finally sunk in. The captain gestured to advance. He glanced at his watch; they were a half hour ahead of schedule. There was no point in informing his brother… better to complete the mission and hope for the best.
Cass lay on the floor of the hut, huddling in the shadows. She'd experienced combat, and had even been decorated for valor, but at this moment she felt anything but courageous. All the fear, all the nightmares she had pushed aside had come boiling back to the surface. She saw the only man she'd ever loved, the man who gave her back her life, shot down like a dog. Now the armed men were advancing through the darkness and Cass knew exactly what soldiers like these did to defenseless women. Her hands instinctually fished for anything she might use as a weapon.
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