by Ruby Storm
“I would never hurt you, Kella of the blue eyes.” He tipped his head and studied his hand as it brushed over one slender inner thigh. Finally, he met her gaze once more. “Why were you dreaming of me?”
Her eyes widened and her warm breath feathered over her lips when his hand skipped past her cunt to brush across the flat of her belly. Swallowing hard, she reached out and placed her hand over his when it cupped her breast. “Because you are like no man I know. That thought fills my mind. Are you a Shaman, Jaggar?”
“Hardly,” he chuckled as his thumb teased an erect nipple. “I am only a man.” One who never dreamed of experiencing a mating bond again…
“One who is tender like a mother with her babe. One who has…” She hesitated. “Why when you mate with me do I feel like I am standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall to the valley below?”
“It is how a woman should feel when a man mates her. I told you, Kella, what we do is called the mating ritual. We share our bodies. We do things to the other that brings them complete joy. Not only do our bodies bind together, but our minds also. It is a rite that has been withheld from you.”
“Is this how all your clansmen act? Do they all make a female discover such wonderful pleasure?”
“If they have found the woman of their heart, then yes, that is how she is treated.”
She licked her bottom lip. The innocent sensual act sent a jolt straight to Jaggar’s loins.
“Woman of your heart?” She slowly shook her head in wonder. “This is something I know exists, but as I said only between a mother and a babe. I have never heard of a Magya man treating a clanswoman this way. It confuses me. Even you and I speaking as we are confuses me. Yet I do not feel afraid. I do feel this is what you want…you want me speaking with you like I am your friend. Like you and Crete speak.”
“It is the Stonemen way, Kella. Our women are possessions, but they are revered once a bond has been created and they become an important part of a warrior’s life. We pledge our lives to the woman we want, the woman we love.”
Her brow furrowed in thought. He reached out to gently stroke her arm.
“Love? This is the word that describes how I feel when you touch me?”
“It is one of the words, for certain.”
She reached to trace a finger over his bare upper arm. “I want the pleasure again, Jaggar.”
One arched brow rose as he stared down into her eyes that were not the color of a bright blue sky any longer. Now they seemed to simmer dark like a storm on the horizon. Nary had a day passed and already the little minx embraced the breathtaking pleasure of the mating ritual. His hand left her breast and came to rest against her already damp slit. “Spread for me. I want to see your cunt.”
Kella dragged her thighs wide. Her breasts jutted upward as she breathed deeply.
Jaggar’s blood sang through his veins. “What do you want me to do, Kella? I want you to tell me.”
“In my dreams, you reached inside me. You made me hot. I felt I was on fire.”
He slipped two fingers into her heat.
Immediately Kella surged against his palm.
“You are eager.”
“Yes! Do this. Mate with me.”
His fingers pistoned forward, easily sliding the length of her cunt. Cream dripped from her as her hips bucked eagerly with the sensual rhythm he set.
“Touch your breasts, Kella. Squeeze them as I mate you with my fingers.”
Her tiny palms eagerly cupped her mounds. She squeezed them hard as she brought her knees high and spread them wide.
Jaggar’s cock bobbed excitedly to know that her fear was gone. In its place were only wantonness and a willingness to fall under the spell of the ritual between them.
He reached out and slid his opposite hand beneath her writhing ass cheeks. Using the moisture that dripped from her cunt and down the line of her ass, he wet the tip and slipped it inside her ass.
Kella jerked on the bed and immediately the muscles of her cunt pulsed around his fingers. Her ass squeezed tightly against the delightful intrusion. Her hands flailed to hold his closer to her body as she rode the undulating waves of her intense orgasm. Her head rolled wildly as she gasped for air.
Just as the shudders slowed, Jaggar hurried between her splayed legs and sank to the bed. Pulling his fingers from her body, he curled his palms around the back of her raised thighs, pinned her against the cushions and licked wildly at her cunt, lapping up the juices.
His fingers spread her lips wide. Harshly, he laved his tongue time and time again through her slit, stopping to bite at her clit to bring her closer to the edge of reason once more. His tongue was everywhere. Flicking her sensitive bud, swirling inside her cunt, lapping at the puckered ring of her ass.
Kella screamed this time. Her body shook with spasms as she thrashed upon the furs. When it was over, her legs fell limply to the cushions. Her curled fists relaxed and she gulped in huge gasps of air.
Jaggar slipped a finger into her cunt and waited for her to speak.
Finally gasping one last settling breath, Kella stammered his name.
“Jaggar…Jaggar…this is magic. There is no other reasoning behind it.”
“It is magic, Kella, but not the kind you compare it to.”
She struggled to regain her breathing. “Do…do you feel the same magic?”
“Yes. But with you it is special. With you it goes beyond enchantment.”
She pushed herself to a sitting position. Her gaze swept between her legs where he still played a finger inside her. “Can…can I do the same to you? Can I make you feel as if you are on the cliff’s ledge with me?”
Jaggar leaned forward. Cupping her neck with one large hand, he kissed her mouth. Surprisingly Kella’s tongue was there to eagerly meet his. The caress lasted long moments before he drew away and stared deeply into her eyes.
“Yes, you can make me feel that way.”
“How?” she whispered.
Silently he pulled her gently from the bed and guided her to her knees on the floor. Her quizzical eyes watched as he perched on the edge of the bed and urged her between his thick thighs. Taking her hand in his, he trained her fingers around his cock. “You do it like this.” He showed her the strokes first by tightening her grip at the base of his cock, then pulling her hand to the tip and back.
She smiled when she caught on and needed no urging to join one hand with the other. As she stroked him, Jaggar leaned back over locked elbows and spread his muscular thighs farther apart.
“That feels wonderful, Kella. Now lick it. Put it in your mouth and suck.”
Tentatively, she guided the slick head to her lips. Her tongue darted out slowly to tease the salty slit.
His body quaked once before his lids lowered. His chest expanded with the settling breath he inhaled.
Kella rested her cheek against the thickness of his penis.
“Will you come to the edge of the cliff with me?” she asked.
His eyes opened and shined with pleasure. “Only you, Kella, can lead me there.”
She opened her mouth wider and drew his cock inward while her tongue swirled around his thickness. A shudder trickled through Jaggar. His cock surged across her lips and she took as much of it as she could before feathering her lips back to the tip.
“Kella…touch me as I have touched you.”
Her free hand massaged its way up his flexing outer thigh, feeling the muscled texture. Her blue eyes turned upward as she met his gaze. “I have never been allowed to touch a man like this.”
“I am yours,” he whispered. “Do what you like.”
Hesitating for only a mere second, she held his gaze then nibbled the side of his cock.
Jaggar’s breath hitched inside his chest. Reaching out, he steered her free hand to his sac. Immediately instinct guided her fingertips across his balls, stroking them lovingly.
The gentle urging of his slow thrusts past her lips silently begged for more.
She tig
htened her grip on his cock and sucked with more force as she cupped his balls and held him captive with the slight bit of pressure. His lean hips rocked with more urgency.
She wrapped both hands around his shaft, flattened her tongue to draw as much of his full length into her mouth and bobbed the length of his hard sex, ending each glide with a suctioned force that elicited husky groans from Jaggar’s throat.
All thoughts emptied from his mind as his body heated with unquenchable desire. The fire in his groin was back. He could not think. He could hardly breathe… Only Kella and his desire for her filled his senses. His fingers wound through her white hair and he held her head in place. His hips rocked against her mouth, the tip of his cock finding the back of her throat.
With a growl he jerked her head away and scooped her into his arms. He stared fiercely into her startled gaze, his breathing harsh, his cock throbbing for release.
“I feel pounding in my chest like I have never before,” Kella gasped out as she clung to his broad shoulders. Bravely, she cupped his square jaw and captured his mouth against hers with a newfound sensual urgency. She whipped her tongue against his. “I can taste myself in your mouth. I want you to mate me hard, Jaggar. Stand at the edge with me,” she breathed. “Please, Jaggar, to the edge…”
With one swift turn, he flattened her body face down across the bed. Dragging her ass closer, he yanked her legs wide, grabbed his cock and rammed it into her cunt.
Kella grappled for balance against his rocking thrusts as she rose to her knees and met each one with a fevered passion of her own.
Jaggar clutched one slender hip in a firm grip and wound the fingers of the other in her long silky tresses, pulling her closer to him as he mated her hard. His balls slapped against her inner thighs, his teeth gritting in determination.
His thighs flexed hard when he withdrew his cock, grabbed it and rubbed it against the puckered hole spread before him. Holding back the instinct to ram his cock inward, instead he checked his barely leashed lust and eased his tip into her.
Kella squirmed as if to scramble across the bed, but Jaggar held her close.
“I will not hurt you, Kella.”
“Please, Jaggar…do not do this…”
“I will not hurt you,” he whispered again. Slowly, with only the tip of his cock, he rubbed it gently against her hole until her body stilled.
“Jaggar,” her muffled voice came to him. “It is like the other times…it will be like with my tribesmen. Please don’t hurt me.”
“No, Kella. This mating is not me forcing you. It is the two of us walking to the edge together, hand in hand. Trust me.” He kept with the slow, short glides past her tight rim, knowing she needed to accustom herself to what he was doing. His fingers left her hair. Tenderly cupping her hips, he held her in place and pushed a bit more forward, watching how her ass stretched around his cock.
Kella’s forehead sank to the cushions. She said nothing more.
Jaggar biggest desire was to drive inward. Instead, he reached beneath her and stroked her clit, small sensuous brushes against the swollen bud, caresses that would soothe her fear and excite her woman’s body. Moments passed and still she said nothing.
“Kella,” he breathed. “Tell me what you want.”
Her head rolled against the cushions. Her body stretched wide, but the sting of entry lessened. In its place, a hot fire built deep inside. It spread from where his fingers stroked her clit, up through her belly and on to her heart. This would not be like all the other times when she was forced. This was what Jaggar called the mating ritual.
Jaggar was right. He would not hurt her. He could have easily accomplished that moments earlier. Instead, he nestled his cock inside her ass, prodding until she had relaxed enough to accept him.
She rose up on all fours and whipped her white hair across her shoulders as his fingers tightened around her hips. Her eyes closed as the flames built higher. The fiery heat licked at her core.
“Kella…”
“Yes, Jaggar! To the edge…together.”
His fingers firmed.
His cock slowly slid deep.
And joyfully, she accepted him.
Chapter Six
Kella rolled to her back, her gaze settling on the high window across the room. She sighed as she continued to stare. It had become her morning ritual. To awake, most times alone in the room, and then think about the freedom outside the window and beyond the stone wall.
She rolled to the edge of the bed and rubbed away the chill on her arms. With a sigh, she rose and slipped a softly furred sarong over her head and smoothed it into place. A smile nipped at the corners of her mouth as she moved to the waterskin for a drink. Jaggar had presented her with the new sarong only days earlier, stating another would be forthcoming.
Her fingers moved to the exquisitely crafted necklace of shells around her neck. Kella had never seen something so beautiful. Jaggar explained how on the edges of their world, a huge body of water rippled its way to the horizon. Kella found that hard to believe. How was it possible that a pond could be so massive as to reach the sun when the orb settled in the evening sky? But Jaggar insisted he knew of what he declared. There was no shore on the other side, no end to how far the water reached, and the shells she now touched came from that water.
She perched on the chair and waited. Jaggar would soon arrive as was his morning custom and take her to the ditch. Those times were the only times she had a chance to speak with Marte.
Kella scraped her palm through her snarled locks, working to smooth the tangles, thinking about the other women who were captured along with her and her friend. Where were they? Neither she nor Marte had seen any of them since the night they were tied in the market area. Kella fervently hoped they were alive and faring as well as she was.
Every day she’d seen Marte at the ditch, and both Jaggar and Crete allowed them to speak privately for a few short moments. The women never let a day go by without whispering about the urgent need to escape. Neither of the women had found the ragweed within the perimeter of the Stonemen’s fortress and both began to fear the repercussions of a swelling belly. Somehow they had to find a way to fix that problem or forever be scorned.
Kella leaned back in the chair, hoping Jaggar would arrive soon. She needed to go to the ditch.
Jaggar. He confused her immensely and Kella found it more difficult as the days passed to hate her captor as she should. Instead, she found herself listening for his heavy footsteps in the outer hall. And now that Jaggar allowed his servants to enter the room with food and water, Kella would soon become disgusted with herself when her heart fell with their presence instead of the Stoneman who made the blood race hotly through her body.
She’d finally found the courage and spoke with Marte only days earlier, wondering if her friend experienced the same strange magic with the Stoneman Crete. Marte’s reaction had been to stare at her with a scowl, telling her to be ashamed. Her friend was adamant that being mated with one of the big black warriors was still far more horrible than being under a grunting Magya clansman. She’d grabbed Kella’s slim upper arms and gave her a good shake, telling her to remember she was a Magya chosen one, an honor that could never be surpassed.
And Kella tried to remember that always, but it was becoming harder and harder…
Her head snapped up and she stared at the door when she heard Jaggar’s voice on the other side. When he stepped into the room, her heart beat a bit faster. Why? She needed to think about escaping, needed to remember she was a chosen one. Kella tossed away her instant elation with his presence and struggled for aloofness. She had to tear her gaze away and pretend to study the clasped hands in her lap. Above all, she needed to remember her ancestry.
“Are you ready to go to the ditch?” he asked. “I have a surprise for you.”
Kella shrugged.
“Kella, I asked you a question.”
She stood, never meeting his gaze as she walked stiffly past him and into the hallway. A
shiver of goose bumps rippled down her bare arms and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end when she discovered he was following directly behind her.
“Am I to be ignored today?”
She quickened her descent down the steps, never acknowledging him. Soon they were on the path to the ditch and she hurried to stay a step out of his reach. For some reason, Jaggar allowed her mood, which she thought was odd. Not once within the entire scope of her captivity had he let her do anything her way.
Once they reached the ditch, he turned his back to her and gave her privacy, but with the set of his shoulders, Kella knew he was aware of her every move. Finished, she stepped beside him, her gaze searching the path for her friend. Before she knew it, Jaggar took her arm and headed in the opposite direction from where they’d come.
“Where are we going?” she asked with a slight tug, but his hold was tight.
“So now you speak?” he questioned without looking at her.
Kella dug in her heels and forced him to stop. “I want to wait for Marte.”
“Marte has already been here.”
“But why? We always come here at the same time.”
“Today will be different.”
Kella’s stomach tumbled, knowing she had made a mistake by dismissing the big warrior earlier. She needed to fix her error or she might never see Marte again. “I am sorry, Jaggar, for being childish this morning. Please let me see Marte. Seeing my friend helps me get through the day.”
He spun on his heel and towered over her with a menacing look. “That is the only thing that helps you? You lie, Kella.” He yanked her close and rubbed his growing cock against her body. “This is what helps you through the day. This is what puts a smile on your face and softens your heart. You are mine first before you are a friend to Marte.”
“No!” She swung out with her fist, but Jaggar captured it in midair before she connected with his chin.
“Yes! You are mine. And you would do well to remember that.”
“I hate you! I will never be completely yours. I am a Magya chosen one, and I will never forget that.”