Chosen of the Orb

by Kate Steele

  A rush of pure, lustful fire poured through Tal’s veins as he silently rose to follow her.

  Chapter Four

  Lira smiled in anticipation. Excitement and need tightened her insides as she walked to the river’s edge. A shiver sent goose bumps coursing down her arms as she thought of Tal’s clear green eyes and firm sculpted lips, lips she intended to kiss and lick and bite. It had been a while since she had felt the need for masculine companionship, but even so, she’d never felt a need such as this.

  Unlacing her tunic, she turned to watch Tal’s approach. He too was working the laces at the throat of his sleeveless tunic. Lira’s breath caught in her throat as he crossed his arms over his chest, pulling the concealing garment away. His hard, sculpted upper body was clearly revealed in the ample moonlight.

  Smooth skin gleamed. A light dusting of hair shadowed the valley that ran between taut pecs, flowing down over rippling abs, parting around the indentation of his belly button and converging below to disappear in an enticing trail that led under the waistband of tight leather pants. Pants containing a bulge that, to Lira’s widening eyes, continued to grow until it looked ready to burst from the leather that barely held it.

  Wanting to rid herself of her own clothing—and not wanting to miss the rest of Tal’s disrobing—she hurriedly pulled her tunic over her head and was rewarded by an indrawn breath that emerged as a reverent, “Goddess.”

  A sultry, satisfied smile curved her lips as she toed off her boots and opened the fastening of her leggings. Tal’s eyes were riveted to the gentle swaying movement of her breasts. It was only in situations such as this that Lira was glad of her well-endowed chest. Many had been the times she’d wished to be flat-chested, so that her full curves wouldn’t interfere with shooting a bow, or bounce while riding.

  She shimmied out of her leggings and stood, tall and proud, her body bared for his eager examination. Much to her delight, he continued to remove his own clothing as his eyes caressed every sensual curve of her body. When Tal finally rid himself of his leathers it was Lira’s turn for reverent reflection.

  “By the Mother,” she breathed.

  Clothed, he was exquisite. Naked, he was pure devastation. Lira’s eyes wandered his body, drawn irresistibly to the seat of his manhood. Thick and full, it stood tall and ripe, the plump tip glistening with moisture. She felt her empty channel clench with anticipation, moistening, filling with cream.

  Her eyes lifted and met his. They stood staring, each well-pleased with what the other presented. A smile began in Lira’s eyes, quickly reflected in Tal’s. With an exuberant whoop, which he returned, Lira ran to the pool and dived in, feeling the pressure of the water behind her as Tal mirrored her movements and gave chase.

  She slid through the water like a fish, rising rapidly, breaking the surface of the water to pull in a deep breath. Before she had time to dive again, strong arms wrapped around her waist, a hard, muscled body sliding sensuously across her water-cooled skin as Tal rose and, without hesitation, claimed her lips.

  Lira opened her mouth to him, taking his tongue, mating it with her own as they sank slowly into the water. Their bodies drifted down, limbs entwined, straining as they devoured each other’s passion. Lira wrapped her legs around Tal, her heated sex gliding over his solid, unyielding cock.

  Reaching the bottom, Tal bent his knees, intending only to push them to the surface. Displaced by the movement, Lira’s body pulled back just enough for the head of Tal’s cock to nestle at her entrance. As his knees straightened, pushing them upward, he simultaneously drove the ridged length of his engorged shaft into Lira’s silken sheath, impaling her to the hilt.

  Lira gave a muffled shriek, maintaining enough presence of mind to keep from inhaling a lungful of water. They broke the surface, each gasping, not only from lack of oxygen, but from the erotic shock of their joining.

  Tal kept her pinned to his body and made for the shore. Concern for her could not belay the sensations emanating from his cock. He was buried and tightly held, his cock rocking within, prodding the velvet confines of the slippery flesh that held him. Feet touching bottom, he halted. Lira’s legs were locked tightly around him, holding him deep. Standing, with the water lapping at their still-joined bodies, he cupped her face in his hands.

  “Are you all right, Lira? Goddess, I never meant to take you so roughly.” His eyes were filled with worry, remorse and something more. Pained pleasure.

  “It’s all right, Tal. I know you didn’t,” she panted softly. “It was a little abrupt, but I wasn’t totally unprepared.” She moved her hips, undulating slowly against him, pulling a groan from his throat. Her pussy tightened around his shaft, guiding his thick length into her ever increasing cream. “I want you. Don’t stop.”

  The last words were whispered as her tongue flicked out to slide decadently over the whorls of his ear. Her panting breaths heated the moisture that was left in the wake of her caressing tongue.

  A flush of heat flashed through Tal. Driven wild with need, he clasped Lira tighter in his arms. One hand slid to a firm, round cheek, squeezing, encouraging her to writhe against him with each step. The sweet, pungent scent of her arousal rose to his nostrils, causing his groin to tighten as another influx of blood filled his already distended shaft. Tal groaned in desperation—he needed to fuck her. Now!

  Lira shivered in his arms, amazed at the man’s strength. He carried her effortlessly. Lowering her to the bed she’d prepared earlier, Tal’s mouth found hers and swallowed her moans as he began long, slow thrusts. She felt intoxicated by the taste of him as her tongue danced with his. The flavor was indefinable, his essence, hot and wild, mixed with the sweet lingering taste of honey.

  Writhing under him, sinking her short nails into his shoulders, she urged him without words to move faster. His pace was moderate, gliding thrusts that teased and enticed, inviting her to burn—yet not quite igniting the fire. When he ignored her, she began to struggle. Levering her bent leg up, foot to the ground, she gave a shove and rolled their bodies, coming to rest on top.

  Tal grinned up at her. “Impatient, Lira?”

  “Yes!” she hissed.

  Lira rode Tal with a fierce grinding motion, drawing a guttural groan from his throat. She eagerly impaled herself again and again on the thick column of man that filled her slick, greedy pussy. Sweat broke out on their bodies as their flesh slammed together. A wet sucking sound accompanied each withdrawal of his cock. Each inward movement displaced the abundant cream of her arousal until it puddled at the base of his shaft, saturating their mingled pubic hair.

  Tal’s hands cupped her breasts, his fingers tweaking the hardened nubs of her nipples. It sent a shockwave through her body that centered in her sheath, causing her to grip him with ever increasing pressure. With a feral growl, Tal bucked under her, wrapped his arms around her and rolled, bringing her under him once again. His mouth latched onto her swollen nipple, drawing a startled, pleasured cry from her. Without hesitation, he began the hard, pounding rhythm she craved.

  As one striving frantic unit, they moved. Thrust. Retreat. Thrust. Retreat. Again and again, the fevered tension of pending release building to explosive heights. They were enveloped in passion’s fire, sweat beading, puddling, running in unrestrained trickles. The sweet, pungent scent of sex suffused the overheated air, inundating their nostrils as they fought for the inadequate, perfumed oxygen. Tal lifted his suckling mouth from the salty, ambrosial taste of Lira’s swollen nipples, his eyes seeking and holding hers.

  In that one explosive moment, all barriers were down. Nothing remained hidden as—with eyes locked—the fury of release swept over their heaving bodies. Lira’s legs locked around Tal as she convulsed under him. Piercing pleasure shuddered through her. Beginning in her loins, it radiated outward, up through her belly and down through her thighs as a flush of heat swept over her straining body. Unable to contain the sensations, an agonized wail burst from her throat, followed by hard, helpless whimpers as the shockwave poun
ded her again and again.

  Tal continued to thrust through the ever increasing pressure of her inner muscles. He was drowning in the storm of Lira’s eyes and the volcanic heat of her body. Her cry of release cut through him like a knife. Spasm after spasm rippled through her pussy as it gripped him, milking his thick shaft as it penetrated and pounded within. Tal teetered on the edge, his balls drawn tight, his cock near bursting. With one last thrust, he ground deep, cock head nudging her cervix as he shot thick ropes of hot creamy seed into her welcoming passage. With each undulation of his hips, their combined fluids flowed free, sliding down Lira’s buttocks, anointing the crevice between her cheeks and the pink rosebud that hid there.

  Tal’s release was an implosion, a violent inward rush that gutted him with overwhelming pleasure and tore a deep, animalistic groan from his chest. His muscles shuddered with relief. With his breath heaving in his chest, he collapsed. Tal rolled to his back, bringing Lira with him, her now pliant body draped over his own.

  They lay silent and sated as their bodies regained their normal rhythms of heartbeat and breath. Lira shifted slightly, her thigh sliding over his, her hand lightly gliding over the firm muscles of his arm. Tal’s own hand was running soothingly over the smooth warm skin of her back, again and again, the movements gentle and hypnotic.

  Tal sat up when he felt the small shiver that shook Lira. The night air was growing cool. He rose, added more wood to the dwindling fire, took up his own blanket and returned to her. Without a word they settled together, Tal spooned against her back facing the fire as he pulled the blanket over them.

  They dozed off, an hour or so passing until Lira was awakened by a quiver of arousal. With sleepy eyes, she looked down to find herself on her back, the top of Tal’s head visible between her thighs. She gasped, her head falling back as his clever tongue made a swirling journey from her entrance to her clit. It lingered on the swelling nub, rubbing, petting, encouraging blood to engorge the sensitive tissue.

  Lira’s hips eased up, pushing her body closer to his sinfully agile tongue. Tal acknowledged her awakening with a growl that vibrated her clit and caused her belly to clench. Another moan slid from her throat.

  Tal’s hands began to make forays over her body, sliding over her thighs, rising to cup a breast and tease the hardened nipple that was pinched tight with arousal. Both hands returned to her buttocks, lifting her as he pushed some of the blanket that had covered them beneath her hips. With her body elevated, Tal was able to fully pleasure her as he wished. His mouth returned to her creamy slit, licking and sucking, tasting the combined musky, salty-sweet fluid from their previous fuck. It was a potent cocktail that went straight to his cock, making him ache for release.

  With one hand he explored her juicy slit, two long, broad fingers sliding inside to tease and rouse. With the other hand he traveled south to unexplored territory. Lira groaned and tried to close her thighs as his finger made contact with the taut rosebud between the rounded globes of her bottom.

  “Easy, Lira,” Tal soothed. “Has no one touched you here?” he asked, as his finger glided softly over the puckered flesh of her anus.

  “No,” she panted.

  “Then I shall be the first.” Tal’s voice was heavy with satisfaction.

  His finger had gathered their mingled cum and bathed in the viscous liquid. Slick and coated with cream, he began to penetrate her untried passage. The tiny opening clenched defensively, objecting to this unaccustomed invasion. Tal’s finger probed gently, stroking sensitized nerve endings that began zinging messages of pleasure to the rest of her body. Lira relaxed, her pucker loosening as Tal’s finger slid in slowly and began stroking the hot, velvet interior.

  “Goddess!” she cried out.

  Tal began moving the fingers that were buried in her pussy in concert with the one now buried in her anal passage. The feeling was exquisite, but nothing compared to the shot of sensation that rocked her when his mouth latched onto her clit and began to suck.

  Lira bucked under Tal’s weight. Expecting her reaction, he levered himself over her to keep her steady and open for his touch. Relentlessly he pleasured her. Mouth, fingers and tongue working with diligent, single-minded purpose.

  Tal was rewarded by fresh hot surges of fragrant cream that leaked past the probing fingers buried in Lira’s pulsing, clenching pussy. He allowed it to drizzle down, anointing a second finger, which he then worked past the tight ring of muscle that guarded her anal passage. A third finger joined those that fucked her gripping sheath. Voraciously he feasted on her plump, juicy clit.

  Lira went mad. Her body jerked dramatically, her hips pumping as desperate wails rent the night air. She felt herself sucked down into a hot black vortex, the only color visible were flashes of red that represented the pleasure-pain of this taking. Orgasm wracked her body as her soul writhed with dark delight. Endless moments later, her rigid muscles eased as the waves of pleasure receded, her trembling body melting back to the blanket beneath her.

  Soft panting whimpers continued to issue from her throat as Tal slowly withdrew his fingers from her body, his mouth and tongue gently cleansing and soothing the swollen tissues of her pussy. Finished, he moved up her body, pulled her into his arms and took her lips with his.

  Lira felt the darkness recede. Tal’s tongue slowly probed her mouth, the intoxicating musk of his kiss awakening her. He pulled away, smiling at her dazed look.

  “Back among the living, Lira?” he teased.

  Surprisingly, Lira felt herself blush. A shy smile graced her lips. “You are a dangerous man, Tal Finn Mal.”

  “So I’ve been told,” he answered, a wry expression on his face, “but never in this context.”

  Lira shook her head at his teasing. “Then your women failed to realize the nature of he who bedded them.”

  Her hand wandered down, finding the ridged shaft that prodded her thigh. She insistently pushed Tal to his back as her hand slowly stroked the velvet flesh under her fingers. Tal went without a protest, a rumble of approval vibrating his chest.

  Lira leaned over him, her mouth finding a flat copper areola, tongue teasing a hardening male nipple. Tal tensed and grunted, his breath beginning to speed. As she worked first one then the other nipple, her hand maintained a steady rhythmic stroking movement on his thickening cock.

  Lira inhaled the moist heat that rose from his skin. The tangy, spicy musk of aroused male filled her nostrils, the vapors winding deep into her libido, urging her to touch and taste.

  Moving down, she hovered over his groin, her gaze centered on the plump mushroom cap that topped the thick column of flesh that stood ready for her. Beads of pre-come leaked from the tiny slit that graced the top. A small river formed, flowing over the reddened, blood-engorged shaft. Lira’s tongue slid over that clear flowing stream, lapping it up, pulling it into her waiting mouth. Tal’s flavor settled over her tongue, wafting up to her palate, filling her mouth with his salty-sweet bouquet. She wanted more.

  Her hair fell forward, a dark rippling wave that obscured his groin as her mouth took him in, her lips tightening around his pulsing cock, her tongue laving every inch that slid smoothly inside. Tal groaned, helpless to still the growing need that built as she worked him. He was held in warm, wet volcanic heat. Her tongue and mouth created a world of sensation that held him willing prisoner. His hips unconsciously undulated, seeking to bury his cock deep. Lira relaxed her throat and took him to the hilt. Tal groaned again as she swallowed, the sensation sharp and shocking, one he’d never felt before. Her throat muscles squeezed and massaged while her tongue swirled over him.

  Just as he thought it could get no better, her hand found his round, lightly haired balls and began to massage. A startled, “Lira!” was pulled from him as one finger found his perineum, stroking the satiny skin, causing him to shudder.

  “Goddess, woman, I’m about to come!” he warned.

  His answer was a low guttural growl. She had no intention of letting go. Primal man came roaring t
o life. Tal gripped her hair in his fists, his hips slamming upward. Lira’s lips tightened around him, milking him. Balls drawing tight to his body, loins ready to implode, Tal released. Shimmering pleasure fired through his abdomen, his muscles contracting, constricting, holding the sensation that stabbed his roiling gut.

  His first volley shot straight down Lira’s throat. She withdrew slightly, wanting to taste the incoming bounty. Burst after burst of rich, potent semen filled her mouth. Her mouth, awash with Tal’s release, could not contain the flood. She swallowed again and again, losing some as it dribbled down her chin. His movements slowed as did the flow of semen. Lira pulled back, her tongue lapping gently over his slowly softening shaft.

  Tal pulled her up, his gaze taking in her dreamy, satisfied expression and the rivulet of cream that decorated her chin. He brought her face to his, his tongue making a sensual swipe over her chin, capturing his seed, then her lips, plunging inside to share his bounty. Mutual moans filled their mouths as their tongues tangled in a languorous waltz.

  Breaking the kiss, Lira stifled a yawn. A sheepish smile lit her face as Tal chuckled. He urged Lira to relax against him as he fumbled for the blanket, pulling it over them. In no time they were sound asleep.

  Chapter Five

  Tal woke as the light of the rising sun slowly swept away the shadows of the night. The fire had burned down to embers, which glowed under the fine white ash, much like the glow that warmed him inside. He inhaled the fresh scent of the hair his face was partially buried in and smiled. By the Mother, Lira was magnificent.

  It had been a night unlike any other. He’d never had a partner who’d shared so completely, so ardently. Lira had insisted—nay, demanded—her right to give as well as take. The results were orgasm after orgasm that reached heights hitherto unknown. But there was more than just the physical pleasure. He wasn’t sure what name to put to it, but he knew he would not willingly let it slip away.