by Lexi Lane
Reaching for the Siren’s hips, she pulled her down, flicking her tongue over every soft surface, probing between the soft folds, finding that hard button of flesh Angela knew would send her over the edge.
Hands were touching her again; she thought she felt Lawton’s large fingers probing her own body, rubbing and massaging her clit, thrusting into her body. And then she stopped caring who was touching whom. All she wanted was to drink more of this delicious nectar, to have her body touched and fondled, probed and tickled, licked and sucked.
Angela had no idea how long they stayed there in the grass, the Sirens’ and Angela’s hands and tongues working each other, Lawton still thrusting behind them, almost forgotten by Angela.
But then the rising passions began to peak. The Siren above Angela cried out, her hips tilting forward. Angela increased the pressure of her tongue, licking faster, sucking on the woman’s clit and was rewarded with a loud cry and a sudden gush of liquid over her face. She drank deeply; lapping up every drop she could, sweeter than any wine she’d ever tasted. The Siren finally sat back, reaching down to fondle Angela’s cunt, thrusting her fingers quickly into her body as Angela bucked and jerked on the ground, her over-stimulated body finally finding release.
Lawton’s Siren cried out next as Lawton reached his peak, almost screaming as his orgasm broke, his voice echoing through the jungle. She bucked and arched back, and Angela watched her face, suffused with intense pleasure as she came, Lawton rising behind her as he finished pumping his hot load into her body.
The four of them collapsed in the grass, breathing hard, arms and legs entangled. Angela watched Lawton move between the two Sirens, kissing and fondling them, watched as they returned his attentions. Soon his cock was growing hard again, twitching as it lengthened, growing harder as she watched. Angela was forgotten for the moment as Lawton pulled the blonde Siren on top of his body, her legs straddling his hips. The other Siren moved near his head and soon she was straddling his face, the two women engaging in another deep kiss as Lawton licked and sucked one Siren while the other rode his erect cock.
Angela turned away, walking to the edge of the grassy clearing, peering into the dense jungle. She could see a trail ahead, winding through the delicious shade. Her skin was turning pink from the sun and she walked into the cool jungle, sighing with relief as the deep shade enveloped her. She walked slowly down the trail, stopping to look at the exotic flowers, listening to the birds in the trees. And then her world went black.
***
A man’s voice was shouting in her ear. She tried to roll away from the sound of Lawton’s voice, but her body wouldn’t cooperate. Opening her eyes, she looked around in bewilderment. And then she screamed.
She wasn’t looking up at Lawton; she was looking up at the face of a total stranger. She tried to stand but realized her arms were tied behind her back. She struggled to her knees, looking up in terror at the men who surrounded her.
They were tall and dark, all wearing some kind of jewelry, either earrings or neckpieces, made of dull silver metal. Some carried long spears in their hands, the ends resting on the ground, the blades gleaming in the bright sun.
But most frightening of all to Angela; they all were naked. As was she, never retrieving her tattered garments from the clearing. She looked around the rough circle of men, all of them with erections, some stroking themselves, all long and hard, dark in the bright sun.
The largest man stepped forward, an elaborate piece of jewelry resting on his broad chest. Angela cringed; he stood in front of her, his cock inches from her face. She knew instinctively he wanted her to suck his cock. But his long thick cock was so much larger than Lawton’s she didn’t know how it would be possible without choking.
The man, clearing the tribe’s chief, said something, words she didn’t understand. One of the other men stepped forward, pulling the vines from her wrists. He stepped back in the circle, his hand immediately back on his cock, stroking himself as he looked down at Angela.
In an erotic gesture, the chief thrust his hips forward several times toward Angela, his hard cock jabbing the air between them, the message clear: he was going take her with it, in some fashion. She glanced around the circle of men. Many were imitating the chief, thrusting their hips forward, their cocks swinging and twitching around her. In a moment of astounding clarity, she realized they were all going to take her. Her heart skipped a beat and then, in a rush of conflicting feelings, began thudding in her chest.
As much as Angela had taken enjoyment, sometimes perverse pleasure, in her encounters with Lawton and then the Sirens, her mind reeled at the thought of all these men taking her all at once. These tall dark strangers, with their impossibly long thick cocks, somehow all using her the same time, made her head spin. She tried to picture the scene, but in her limited experience, she drew a blank.
The leader grabbed her head, roughly pulling her toward his body, his cock bumping against her face. She opened her mouth and the chief looked down in disbelief. He pulled away from her, pushing her down to the ground. She struggled to her knees, looking up at him.
Never would she have thought he’d pull away from having his cock sucked. It dawned on her he had no idea what that was. Either it was a taboo in their tribe, or a totally new concept. A swell of power rose up in Angela. She’d never felt any type of sexual control before but here she could be in control. She made a decision.
She reached for the man’s cock, pulling him toward her. He tried to pull back but Angela quickly leaned forward, licking the end of his cock, running her tongue over the head briefly before he pulled back from her reach.
But a look of wonder came over his face at the touch of her tongue to his cock. He looked at the circle of men around them, said something and received a murmured replay. The men gathered closer, the chief among them, standing in front of Angela.
He gestured again, thrusting his hips, this time pointing to her mouth. She opened her mouth, extending her tongue, letting him decide. And he made the move she expected; he gingerly held his cock to her lips, letting her slowly run her tongue over the hot skin of his cock, licking the underside of his thick shaft, working her lips over the head of his cock.
The chief relaxed, his eyes locked on the sight of his dark cock against her lips. She opened her mouth, letting him slide his shaft into her mouth. He slowly advanced his cock and she gently closed her lips around him. He pulled back quickly in alarm, but repeated the motion, sliding forward, pulling back. He tipped his head back, a look of complete bliss on his face.
Soon he was thrusting with force, occasionally hitting the back of her throat, her occasional gagging not bothering him in the least. He held her head finally, realizing he had more control, he could thrust at his own speed, and he took full advantage of this new discovery. He spread his legs, bracing his feet, his hips rocking forward as he thrust into her mouth.
Angela sensed movement around her. She glanced around the circle of men and almost choked on the chief’s hard cock. Several of the men were kneeling in front of the others, mimicking her, sucking on their companion’s cocks. She blinked in disbelief. Soon there were grunts and moans from both the men getting their cocks sucked and from the men sucking them.
The chief suddenly pulled away from her mouth, holding his cock in his hand. She looked up at him, watching as he struggled to hold back, apparently on the edge of an orgasm and not wanting to finish in her mouth.
He spoke again and one of the few men not part of a pair came forward, pushing Angela to her hands and knees. As the Chief walked behind her, Angela craned her neck to watch. He knelt behind her, his cock in his hand, his face twisted in concentration.
And then he was thrusting inside her, hard, grunting loudly. Almost instantly Angela felt the hot wet feeling flooding through her, knew that he had come inside her. He thrust quickly a few more times. He pulled away after a moment, calling out in that strange language, voicing some kind of command.
The circle around her
broke apart, the kneeling men standing, those getting their cocks sucked looking regretfully at the chief, holding their hard wet cocks, excited by this new experience, but obviously unsatisfied and frustrated. He spoke again sharply and they all moved as a group toward Angela.
Hands were touching her, turning her over, placing her on her back. She looked up briefly, gasping in shock. Lawton was standing at the edge of the clearing, naked, his cock held in his hand. He made no move toward her, just stood silently watching. The Sirens were gone but he apparently was thoroughly enjoying watching her as the centerpiece of this show.
She was distracted by the Chief, speaking rapidly to the tribe. Two men grabbed her legs, pulling them apart. One short brawny native wearing a complicated neck piece knelt between her legs, spreading his knees wide, his thick cock held in his hands. Before she could register what was happening, he plunged himself into her, his hips flexing forward rapidly, resting his hands on her knees.
He pumped rapidly for only a short time before he threw his head back, calling out loudly. Angela felt his cock pulsing, the now familiar hot wet sensation of a man coming filling her body. He pulled away and the chief spoke and gestured to the rest of the tribe.
She caught another glimpse of Lawton, moving into the clearing, his eyes still fixed on Angela. The rest of the tribe all moved forward then, surrounded her, jostling and pushing, all of them trying to kneel near her head. She realized the chief had taken his pleasure and whoever the second man was, he was important enough to have her to himself. But now, the rest were given leave to taken her as they wished.
Several cocks were thrust against her face. With their newfound pleasure in having them sucked, they were all pushing them against her, apparently looking for her to suck them. She grabbed one in each hand, opening her mouth when a third appeared at her lips.
Hands were pushing her legs apart, hands and fingers were touching her everywhere, rubbing against her breasts, tweaking her nipples, probing between her legs. But all she could see, looking up, were large hard cocks, some still wet with their companion’s spit, all of them fighting for her mouth or her hands.
There was a sudden movement between her legs and then someone was thrusting into, grunting and moaning, coming very quickly, pulling away, quickly replaced by another throbbing cock thrust into her body.
Angela lost count of the number of cocks thrust between her legs or held to her lips. Her body was arching in a continuous series of orgasms, each cock in her body triggering a different reaction, each cock in her mouth fueling her arousal. She was dimly aware some of the men were coming on her body, their hot spurts covering her stomach and breasts. At some point someone was sucking her clit, his tongue hot as he probed her body, sending her into convulsions on the ground.
And then a voice cut through the sound of the men groaning and her cries.
“You’ve found your calling, girl. I knew there was a wanton whore beneath that prim school girl façade.”
It was Lawton, kneeling between her legs, his cock held in his hand, very hard and shiny. He was stroking himself slowly, looking down at her body. She broke away from the cock she was holding in her hand, staring up at him.
“And now that you’ve been so thoroughly used, I’ll add my seed to the mix. We’ll see what kind of baby you turn out in nine months, either here in your new tropical home, or in England, with the family gathered around.”
Grabbing her hips, Lawton pulled her up his legs toward his waiting cock. He thrust hard into her, crying out, flexing his hips forward quickly, burying his cock to the hilt. Angela bucked up, her head thrown back, her body wracked by another orgasm. From a distance she heard Lawton scream, felt one more cock filling her with its hot seed. And then Lawton pulled out and Angela’s world faded away.
***
Sun through her window woke Angela. She rolled over in bed, not wanting to face her aunt. Since the rescue from the island, and her return to England, Angela had been withdrawn.
Lawton, despite his sexual obsession with the Sirens and Angela, had wanted off the island. She suspected he missed his money and his pirate trade. So he had worked hard to get them rescued. Angela had almost been reluctant to leave when a ship finally saw Lawton’s signal. She felt she had been so altered by her time on the island she would never fit in with her stuffy English relatives.
Her aunt had asked repeatedly what had happened, but Angela refused to tell her the details. There was no way she could ever bear to relate the details of first being with Lawton and losing her virginity to him, then the Sirens and finally being used by an entire tribe of men. Over the weeks she’d spent on the island, she’d spent many days with each, learning how much pleasure she could take, how to enjoy having her body used over and over by a single man, women, or the tribesmen.
And she’d learned how to give pleasure, taking whoever she was with to extreme heights of ecstasy, pushing them to their limits, learning how to reduce any person she was with to a quivering mess of satisfied human on the jungle floor.
Lawton was long gone, barely a good-bye said before he sailed back to India in a new ship. She was alone, stuck in a stuffy house with an overly solicitous maiden aunt. She longed for the freedom of that wild island, somewhere out there.
She rolled over on her back, her hands sliding down her body, over her full breasts, down her ribs, over the mound of her stomach. She’d gained weight since she’d been back; her aunt had been plying her with all manner of food, telling her she was painfully thin after her ordeal.
But Angela had a secret. She wasn’t sure this new weight was due to her aunt’s cook’s excellent Yorkshire pudding. Angela suspected it was due to an entirely different condition.
Viking Domination: Erotica
Viking Domination © 2013, Lexi Lane, Lovers Lane Publishing
The palace grounds sprawled across many acres, its back facing the open sea and its front looking down at the city that lay at the bottom of the steep hillside. The palace itself was enormous and beautiful; its rooms were carved of marble and filled with silks and bejeweled furniture. Fountains splashed in the many courtyards and the scent of flowers filled the rooms from the indoor gardens and the open air hallways that led to the even more spectacular outdoor gardens with their tall terraces and stunning statuary. Chained tigers prowled the small area where the Emperor often entertained his important guests and the moon silvered the tall gold-topped spires. It was a beautiful tableau but Tabitha saw no beauty in it, all she saw was a gilded cage wherein she was held prisoner
The other women in the harem all seemed to love their lives, to enjoy the lovemaking of the Emperor and the constant confinement. For Tabitha, that confinement chafed, despite its splendor. She had been chosen for her beauty while she was still very young and brought to the palace where she had spent her entire life learning all the things that would please her Master.
She knew all the positions of servitude: kneeling and lying down. She knew how to peel grapes, do the dance of the seven veils, use her body to provide pleasure in other ways, how to speak three different languages and sing in a pleasant, methodic tone. She could sketch, play an instrument and serve food skillfully and beautifully. It was more of an education than most women in that country were allowed and she was grateful for it, but every new bit of knowledge gained made her far too aware of how little she really knew.
Standing in the far courtyard, staring at the distant sea she felt an old and familiar longing to see what lay on the other side of that gleaming expanse of water. A strange sight appeared on the horizon and she stood there, her dark eyes narrowed against the strong sun, straining to see what it was.
Ships appeared and she stared at them, they looked nothing like the opulent pleasure barges that the Emperor would occasionally take a sail upon to amuse himself and his guests nor did they look like the small and swift fishing boats that rode across the waters gathering fresh foods for the palace tables, she couldn’t imagine what they were or what they might be doing
sailing there.
The oddness of the ships held her captive there, unable to understand what they were doing there. The thought that they might be bringing danger never entered her mind, in all of her twenty one years she had never known an life outside of the one she had been trained and raised for; war had never come to the palace.
She had occasionally overheard talk of the people outside the palace walls but she had never seen them. As a treasured concubine she was not allowed to go to the markets in the city where she had been born. She could see the rooftops of the city if she went to the end of the palace grounds and looked down from the top of a fig tree but she had not done that in years, the sight had endangered yet more of that longing in her.
Her constant yearning for freedom had caused her no end of misery and she knew it. Being happy with her lot had been the one thing her teachers had never been able to instill in her. Staring at the large tall ships sailing toward her she had a desperate desire to be out there on the water, to be free.
A low gong sounded and she turned, startled. The alarm had never rung before and she could not understand why it would be. She stood there, frozen, until the eunuchs who accompanied her no matter where she went rushed to her and grabbed her by her arms.
The fact that they were rough with her brought home sharply just how serious the situation was. The Emperor had been known to kill anyone who marked the soft flesh of his concubines but the eunuchs were dragging her along the garden path now, pulling her so hard her arms were aching and her hennaed feet were scraping along the smooth stones, causing raw spots on her soles.
She stared behind her, the ships were pulling closer and she could see the dragons on the sail, crude and unlovely things. So the new arrivals were not artists, that inane thought seemed to fill her mind so that she couldn’t focus. Who were they then, and why was the alarm sounding?