A Gypsy's Thief

by Titania Ladley

  As she went deeper into the darkness, the dream burst in her mind—along with the eerie image of Duncan surrounded by black nothingness. Her heart thudded behind her ribs. She half expected flames to burst out and edge the black expanse. When it did not occur, she released a pent-up breath and shuddered, her voice reverberating against stone as she spoke.

  “I do so pray ye are right.”

  Salena’s tinkling laughter bounced off the rocky walls. “‘Twill be fine. We are almost there.”

  Indeed, the damp, dark cold gave way to toasty warmth all aglow by the torchlit cave. Steam wafted upward glazing the rock-strewn, beamed ceiling with a dewy, glittery sheen. The scent of deep earth and minerals filled her lungs once again, just as they had that first day.

  “Come, indulge with me,” Salena said, shoving the cape off and drawing the gown over her head. She kicked off her boots and stood stark naked, the steam pluming up in spirals behind her. Turning, she sat upon the stony edge and dangled her slim legs in the water. Her expression turned wistful. “It always brings back memories to visit here. ‘Twas a hot spring such as this one—though in the outdoors—where Falcon and I once made love in the beginning of our journey. John had even watched us—oh, it was such a wicked time!”

  She thought of how they had watched she and John making love, and how Catriona had witnessed Falcon taking Salena in passion before her very eyes. Voyeurism, she concluded as her pussy began an incessant throb, proved to be an irresistibly sinful activity.

  Catriona glanced across the large pool and located the opening to the corridor John had led her through the first time. They had not made love in these waters that eve, but had merely cleansed themselves from that first bout of phenomenal lovemaking. Now would be the time…not only with John, but with Falcon and Salena.

  She swallowed a lump caught by the surge of her heartbeat. “All three of ye, ye are truly committed to one another, are ye not?” Catriona could not refrain. The incessant ache in her womb had her undressing hurriedly. She sat next to Salena, sighing when her chilled feet and lower legs were cradled by the steaming liquid. Her ass and labia pressed against the damp, rocky edge making her cunt go moist with excitement.

  “Aye, very much so. But,” she interjected, holding up a single finger, “I love Falcon and am bound to him by fate. John is a great friend and lover, a man I highly respect. As such, I am and always have been aware that one day, he will find his own mate of destiny. It is my feeling,” she went on, lowering herself into the pool with a splash, “that we are all meant to come together at least once. In a sense, Falcon and I are releasing him to you once this foursome experiment has commenced and hopefully provides them both with supplemental powers.”

  Catriona slid into the pool, groaning when the bubbly hot liquid swallowed her into its heavenly haven. “Releasin’ him to me?”

  “Aye, releasing me to you.”

  The deep voice came from behind her. She spun in the water and looked up to find both John and Falcon standing fully nude on the ledge. It nearly brought her to her knees. The sight was one reminiscent of two Greek gods, one dark, one light, planted statuesque and powerful, as if they resided over a grand pool. The stone of their cocks jutted erect before them, their bodies corded and finely muscled in all the right places.

  Catriona welcomed the rush of desire as it coursed through her blood. Centered in her pussy, the need tingled through her womb making her womanly juices flood out into the hot water.

  “John…” Her gaze moved from one to the other. “Falcon.”

  Salena swam up behind her, she knew by the spatter of water, the scent of rose. “Are you feeling it, Catriona?” she whispered, and feminine arms circled her from behind.

  “Aye, ‘tis wanton, but inevitable at this point, I would say.”

  John and Falcon chuckled simultaneously. But seconds into the laughter, John’s expression sobered. His moon-mist eyes glittered with animal need. “Cat…do you not know how much it pleases me to see you there, there in the water with Salena?”

  As if to emphasize and encourage the point, Salena slid her hands up and around Catriona’s shoulders and slowly pressed her breasts and abdomen against Catriona’s back.

  “And this, John? Does this not please you?” Salena purred.

  To feel the soft, womanly curves glide over her skin, to hear the husky, feminine voice murmur in her ear, it left her utterly speechless when coupled with the sight before her. Here John stood, the breathtaking man she—somehow—already cared deeply for. He was positioned next to another gorgeous man, both in the nude. It made her swoon to think they would all be wrapped together in ecstasy very soon.

  “You have no inkling just how much it does thrill me.” John reached down and clasped his hand around his rod. Stroking himself, he said in a strangled voice, “And what of you, Catriona? Do you think you will be pleased by this naughty venture of ours?”

  At first, the words would not dislodge from Catriona’s throat. Salena’s hand glided lower and cradled Catriona’s breast. Her nipple went instantly hard against the tweaking and pinching Salena bestowed upon her. Her head fell back and she sighed, never taking her eyes from John’s. The large swell of Salena’s breast and taut nipples abraded across her back and shoulders. The carnal experience bombarded her ruthlessly, catapulting her into a sea of sin. But that was not even the beginning. When Salena found Catriona’s pebble-hard clit, fluttering her fingertip over its bulk, she could not choke back the groan that escaped her lips. Fire burned through her blood as she watched both John and Falcon fondle their cocks at the very moment her own sex became a captive of this new game. There could be nothing more fascinatingly nefarious and yet, she soon found the vast possibilities bordered on endless.

  “I-I cannot see how I could not be—oh!”

  Salena sank a slim finger into Catriona’s pussy. “Ah, gentlemen, our beautiful lady is drenched,” she announced.

  “Jesus!” Falcon dropped into the water feet-first. “Salena, for the love of the almighty, have pity upon my soul. You—you…” He shook his head as he pushed his way through the waist-high water. “You will be the death of me, after all, will you not, woman?”

  Salena giggled, but it fast turned to a moan of anticipation as her husband neared. He snatched her from Catriona’s back, settled her legs around his waist and buried his face in her ample breast.

  As the two gasped and moaned just behind Catriona, John continued to rub his long cock. His steely gaze never left Catriona. She in turn stood dumbfounded, her stare locked on John as Salena once again draped herself behind Catriona. She welcomed the return of womanly softness, excited to have Salena at her back, and John’s hard, sculpted body standing there for her eyes to feast upon. She rubbed her hand over Salena’s arm as she spoke.

  “John, I-I…”

  “Catriona, love, ‘tis your choice. But I beg of you,” he said through clenched teeth, his body corded with restraint, “please make your decision posthaste, as I fear I cannot wait one moment longer to join you.”

  Just hearing the words, knowing he respected her enough to walk away, despite his obvious pained state, it made her heart flutter with both power and blessed submission. Duncan had never given her a choice. Lovemaking had always been at his insistence, on his schedule and in whatever manner he deemed his desire at the moment.

  Recalling it so made her wonder how she had ever endured Duncan’s touch. True, there had never been another man in her bed for comparison before. But now there most certainly had. And he stood before Catriona beseeching her to grant him permission to come to her. Ah, yet he wielded all the power in a mere look. Oh aye, merely by his quiet, commanding presence, by one blue-glazed, sensual look, he could spin her mind and body into a porridge-like mush.

  Slowly, she lifted her hand from the water. “Come, me thief. Wait nae longer. I yearn for ye to join me—us—right here in this pool of steamin’ lust.”

  John’s eyes closed with relief. He groaned aloud just before d
iving into the water headlong. He made a brief splash and reemerged inches from her, his long, dark hair slicked back across his scalp. Droplets of moisture clung to his black lashes framing the stark mist of his eyes. Her gaze fell to his lips parted now as he breathed heavy through their sensual space. She longed to have that mouth graze over every inch of her body, explore every curve and crevice. Just imagining it made her shiver and sent a renewed flood of heat to her loins.

  “You have just made me the happiest man in all of this world.” John planted his feet on the bottom of the pool and reached for Catriona. His hands cradled her face and he drew her into a kiss of wet, decadent seduction. She dueled with his tongue while welcoming the sweet sword of it into her mouth. Ah, but she felt she would die of thirst if she did not get more of him—nay, all of him—into her very soul!

  Falcon grunted, pressing his body against Salena’s back. “Make that two of the happiest men.”

  “Turn around, Catriona,” Salena murmured. “We shall attempt to increase the powers they receive by sealing one another in a kiss as our men ravish us from behind. Hopefully, the connection will give them more sustenance than ever before.”

  John did not seem quite ready to release her. “Mmm, I fear I will lose myself before I even get inside you,” he said to Catriona as he gripped her hips. He lifted her just enough to abrade her pussy over his hard cock. It made her eyes snap wide. She heard her own intake of breath followed by a quickening deep in her belly. Catriona’s vagina moistened, releasing more warm fluid into the water.

  She wound her arms around his neck surer now than ever before. And, oh, how she longed to give him that extraordinary power Salena spoke of, to play a part in gifting him with a depth of energy he had yet to ever experience.

  “I surrender, John, to ye, to them, to us all. I want more than anythin’ to feed yer sorcerer’s soul.” She nipped his lower lip between her teeth and reveled in the groan she easily wrought from him. “And I desire once again to experience yer prowess and to feel ye inside me.”

  “Cat…” he breathed, kissing her nose, her cheeks, her forehead. The tender gesture further sealed her emotions and made her skin tingle with need. “I am honored by your pledge. You have given me such pleasure already. I am such a blessed man.”

  “John,” Salena whispered. “Turn her to face me…please.”

  Before John could do as Salena bade, Catriona spun in the water, eager for this fascinating joining. She saw that Falcon now stood at Salena’s back and devoured her neck. One of his large hands skimmed and kneaded her full breasts, the other dove deep to search for her pussy. Salena’s eyes were half open in bliss, her arms draped up and behind her so she could cling to Falcon’s neck. Her long sable mane spun in the bubbly water around her in a starkly contrasted mixture with Falcon’s golden tresses. The two of them made a breathtaking, beautiful picture. Just watching another man and woman in the intimate embrace while in such close proximity made Catriona’s blood race through her veins.

  Salena released her hold on Falcon and held her arms out in welcome. “Come, Catriona. I am eager to see what ‘tis like to taste a woman, to feel slick, bare breasts pressed to mine.”

  John and Falcon swore in tortured unison.

  “I must admit to a curiosity, meself.” Catriona floated into Salena’s arms, the hot water lapping around them. Nipple to nipple, the curve of their breasts came together. Salena’s rosy scent floated up to tempt Catriona as she wrapped her arms around Salena’s small but curvy frame and pulled her closer. “Mmm, ‘tis nice. Ye feel so verra soft against me skin.”

  “Mmm-hmm, very pleasant,” Salena said on a pant. “Oh God, I am getting wet already.” She ducked her head and burned a hot path of kisses from Catriona’s shoulder, up the slope of her neck to the corner of her mouth.

  “Christ Jesus, you ladies will drive me mad before I can even absorb your energies.” John gripped Catriona’s hips and drew her lower body toward him as she leaned forward toward Salena. Falcon did the same so that the two women lay almost stomach-down, making a connected bridge between the men.

  “Ah, you both look delectable!” Falcon exclaimed, his eyes rolling back in his head.

  Salena wrapped her arms around Catriona’s shoulders, while Catriona explored Salena’s smooth, supple back. She looked deep into the azure, aroused orbs of another woman. Another subtle puff of Salena’s floral scent rose up to fill Catriona’s nostrils. Her mouth watered and she longed for her first taste of woman. From behind her, she could feel the hard grip of John’s hands. He guided her legs and wrapped them around his hips, dragging the head of his cock down her slit as he did so.

  “Oh…oh, this does feel nice,” she whispered, gasping for air.

  Salena nodded, allowing Falcon to mold her lower body to his in much the same manner. “Mmm, aye, now kiss me. I want to feel your lips on mine while Falcon enters me with his big rod.”

  Catriona experienced her first passionate, female kiss. Her senses snapped off in a blast of fire as if a kettle of lard boiled around her. Supple, sweet lips moved tender and hungry over hers, while John’s cock probed her cunt. The small tongue fluttered with potent talent, spinning Catriona into a whole different level of desire.

  Upper body now held buoyant upon the water, she ran her hands up and down Salena’s back. Salena did the same, but her caressing trek moved around until she filled both palms with Catriona’s breasts. It sent Catriona careening into a whole new flight of lust when Salena pinched her nipples at the exact moment John entered her.

  Catriona tore her mouth from Salena’s. “Holy—oh my God!” John’s finger found her throbbing bud. She was already so close to climax, her head spun with giddiness.

  Salena dragged Catriona’s mouth back to hers. “Ah, I want more kisses—oh!” She jolted against Catriona’s lips when Falcon tore into her from behind. Their mouths clashed. Both men sang out a moan of animal ecstasy. A perfect rhythm evolved as John entered Catriona in harmony with Falcon’s retreat from Salena. They swung as one, forward and back, forward and back. Despite the movement, Catriona’s lips remained sealed with Salena’s as they devoured each other’s mouths, their arms clinging to one another.

  Catriona had never felt such an all-encompassing bliss before this wondrous coupling. She could not drink in enough of Salena’s flavor, could not get John deep enough into her core. She clenched her legs around his hips slamming him into her core while drinking of Salena’s flavor. Curiosity and maddening desire drove her to explore Salena’s full breasts. Ah, what wondrous sensations, to lift the weight of a breast in your hand, to feel the taut nipple scraping over your palm and hear the gentle moans of a woman’s song in your ear!

  Water sloshed around the four bodies. Salena screamed into Catriona’s mouth and clutched her tighter so that she was forced to release Salena’s silky mounds. Their heads rose higher and their breasts touched again. Nipples flicked against nipples. The desperation rose and Catriona grappled for Falcon so that she could press Salena closer. She groaned her need as her tongue continued to pummel Salena’s sweet, warm mouth.

  “Aye, I hear you, milady, and I wholeheartedly agree.” Falcon raced his palms up Salena’s sides and reached out, drawing and holding Catriona against his wife. Ah, the maddening relief of it! If it were possible to warm her flesh any further, it did so now. The move forced Salena to release her legs from around Falcon. Buoyant with Falcon’s huge cock still inside her, Salena clambered up and clamped her legs around Catriona’s hips. It jolted Catriona’s legs from around John, but John recovered quickly and cleverly by sliding up closer to her ass. It allowed Salena room to pull John nearer with her legs and arms, while her lips remained sealed to Catriona’s and her breasts melded to Catriona’s tingling ones.

  Pressed now between John and Salena—with Falcon’s hard shoulders beneath her palms—she felt much like a slab of meat between twin slices of bread. John’s cock was so very long it stayed buried inside her, despite the more upright position she found
herself in. Her pussy muscles clamped down on him, squeezing, stroking.

  Catriona clenched Falcon’s shoulders tighter, her mouth still sealed to Salena’s, and pushed backward toward John. Pleasure such as she had never encountered before, teased her every sense. His enormous penis touched her in places so deep, so sensitive, she thought she would soar to the moon at any moment. She tasted the flavor of a woman’s hungering kiss, smelled the scent of pure water laced with heated sex juice and perspiration. Catriona marveled at the contrast between soft feminine flesh and all-male muscle, and did her best to explore at every opportunity. She opened her eyes, and through the rising steam, she caught flashes of Salena’s beautiful face, and Falcon’s contorted, ecstasy-washed expression over Salena’s shoulder.

  It was all so very carnal and hedonistic. The taboo of what she participated in served to further feed her ardor. Her pulse thudded painfully in her throat making it difficult to draw air into her lungs. Catriona honed in on the heat and hardness of John behind her, the way he worshipped her body, caressed her with such loving care and expertise. The knowledge that she shared it all with John left her breathless, he a man who had become so very close to her heart in such a short time, as if they had known one another since the beginning of time. Emotions of euphoria and awe overwhelmed her, and she longed for this experience to go on and on, to never, ever end.

  Wildly curious, she skimmed her palm down Salena’s side and forced her hand down between their bellies to the spot where Salena had perched her pussy. Ah, yes, miraculously, Falcon’s long manhood was still rooted in Salena’s passage, despite the angle she was now held by being pressed almost flush to Catriona’s front side. Catriona fluttered her fingers over Salena’s clit, down to the portion of Falcon’s cock that barely remained outside her. She caressed them both in a circular motion, first silky folds, then down to the granite hardness of another man’s sex and balls. They both groaned their satisfaction, increasing the tempo of the dance. The naughtiness of what she did made Catriona’s entire body threaten to buckle and drown.