Brilliant blue skies and puffs of white clouds were too peaceful to resist. She held up a blood-stained palm. He cried out in anguish, shaking his head, refusing to let her go. Her hand trembled, and before her wrist went limp, he acquiesced and placed his palm against hers, demonstrating his love, moments before the sky beckoned her home.
Berlin, 1943. Standing on the platform, the train screeched to a stop. He was tall with pale blond hair. He looked dashing in his soldier’s uniform. He embraced her tightly, sad to leave her but excited to be on his way to war.
“All aboard!” The conductor’s word grieved her. She doubled over in pain.
“I’ll be back,” he promised, pride and honor glowing in his eyes as he offered his raised palm.
Backing away, tears flowing, she rejected his expression of love and devotion.
At the sound of the whistle’s blow, the train chugged slowly down the track. Having a sudden change of heart, she swirled around, frantic to touch the palm of the love of her life. Running fast, her heels pounding down on the wooden planks, her straining fingers, desperately pointed, trying to touch the outstretched hand he waved from an open window.
The train picked up speed. She dashed ahead, running and stumbling. Out of breath, she watched the fast-moving train disappear down the tracks.
A year later, standing in her doorway, clutching her stomach as she ripped open a telegram. Eyes widened. She gasped. Falling—fainting at the news of his death.
Her mind was filled with turgid memories of lifetimes spent with him. Images crisscrossed—exact dates and places became blurred, but clearly their hearts were linked. Connected by an eternal and timeless love.
She now looked at Hoku’s beautiful face through a veil of tears and then quickly glanced away, remembering…Yoyin recalled that night on the balcony in vivid detail, and an understanding came over her. She’d recognized his touch before she’d ever glimpsed his face. Her voice came out slow and serious, “I remember you.” She looped her arms around his neck. He kissed her forehead, his unruly curls fell upon her face.
Hoku shifted agitatedly. As if overcome by the anguished memories of their ill-fated love, he turned his head away.
She struggled to sit upright, to touch his oil-glistened skin. Stroking his bicep, she stared at him, her eyes bright with acceptance of the familiar images that had flitted across her mind. “I saw us together in a number of lifetimes.” Propped up by an elbow, she viewed his elegant profile and waited for him to respond.
“Yes,” he said, keeping his gaze averted. “I’ve seen the visions as well. Being without you…has been very painful.”
“I’ve been plagued with an emptiness that I couldn’t understand.” Stinging tears burned her eyes. “My heart having more knowledge than my mind realized that I was missing you.” She stared at Hoku while tears pooled inside her eyes. “That vacant space could not be filled…because I needed you.”
Hoku looked deeply into her tear-filled eyes. “You’re my other half, Yoyin. My soulmate. My one and only love.” His light-brown eyes shifted from her face to her breasts and down to her pressed-together thighs. He was unabashedly seeking the place where her lightly furred womanhood was tightly concealed. “You’re so beautiful,” he said breathily, sprinkling her face with a flurry of soft kisses.
His kisses were soft, loving, and so sexually stimulating, Yoyin released a blissful sigh.
“I’ve been dreaming of this moment,” he murmured, dipping his head and giving her another gentle kiss on her lips. This wasn’t what she wanted. Instead of kissing, she’d prefer a hard plunging dick between her legs. Despite her carnal desires, his tenderness stirred a deeper part of her. Her body trembled, her thoughts were scrambled and confused.
“I’ve been searching so long for you. I could feel you but I couldn’t find you.
“I prayed, ingested potions, engaged in prolonged chants and other rituals. I beat a lover’s plea on my drum, calling your name.” His intense eyes, softened by love, drifted up and down the length of her body. He caressed the satiny skin of her shoulders; his touch was light as if too much pressure might puncture her delicate skin.
Gently, his fingers wandered to her breasts. Her nipples stood erect, instantly responding to his touch. “So pretty,” he murmured, his lips nibbling her hard candies and then moving down and peppering small kisses over her taut stomach before gliding between the division of her thighs.
His voice caught. “I could feel it—the great pain you carry in your heart.”
“My pain?” Eyeing him questioningly, she touched her stomach. “How could you know?”
He gazed up into her eyes. “I know that you consider yourself to be a wildflower, but I see you as you really are—a tight bud, afraid of taking a risk and terrified of blossoming into a beautiful flower.”
His words were oddly familiar, but she didn’t agree. “That isn’t true,” she protested. “I’m fearless. I’ve lived my life to the fullest. I’ve experimented with and explored every aspect of sex—I’ve done it all.”
“Yes, you’ve been very active, but it hasn’t dulled your pain. The other pain…” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “The pain from your past—in this life. My love, I know about the pain that has nothing to do with you and me.”
She blinked, making no denial of his claim.
“Let me help you.” His eyes swept toward her concealed womanhood. “Show me your pain,” Hoku whispered. The way his dark sensual lips bunched together aroused her.
Moisture gathered in her core. It made no sense for her vagina to moisten in response to his unusual request, but it did. Oddly, the wetness that trickled out felt more like stinging tears than droplets of lust.
His lips ventured over her thighs. “Don’t cry, my love. I’m here.” His lips were close to her labia. He spoke directly to her pussy, and his warm breath tickled her center, making it drip with a thin mixture of pleasure and pain. Tenderly, he touched her mons. Smoothed his hand against the soft layer of honeyed hair that had recently begun to sprout. He looked up, his eyes sparkling with love. “Show me your pretty flower. Let me kiss it where it hurts,” he murmured, his voice a low and persistent groan that persuaded her to show him the place that had been violated, abused, and maltreated innumerable times at her own insistence.
Her reckless lifestyle, years of impulsive, mindless fucking, and the way she’d allowed both men and women to abuse her femininity filled her with remorse and shame. Her face flushed red beneath her copper skin tone. Tears welled as she slowly pulled her knees apart, delicately spreading the large lips of her well-used sex. She shuddered as she bared her most private part, her scarred genitalia.
Unable to bear even a flicker of a frown, she closed her eyes, expecting Hoku to give a sudden gasp of revulsion or sympathetic murmurs.
“You’re so beautiful.” Hoku brushed his fingertips against Yoyin’s exposed feminine flesh. He gently rubbed dew on each pierced petal, using her creamy moisture as if it were a balm that could heal old wounds. She shivered as a shock of pleasure went through her. She smelled her own scent and knew the fragrance of her ripened pussy wafted up to Hoku’s nostrils.
Hungrily, he drew his mouth down to her loins. With his lips, he widened the mouth of her sex. He tenderly kissed her soft pink skin, and then flicked his tongue, assuring her he could ease her pain.
Grasping the swell of her hips, he kissed her open slit, caressing and lathing the tender skin with his tongue until her pussy lips became puffy and plump. His agile tongue swept through her wet valley, slurping the sweet moisture. Hoku dragged his tongue upward and lashed the hard knot of her sex, jolting her with convulsions of pleasure.
He lapped her sweetness, licking her wounds until she gnashed her teeth, moaned and cried out, rolling her head back and forth in a frenzy. Bathing her cunt with his tongue, he seemed intent on slowly driving her senseless. Unable to bear any more of the agonizing pleasure, she suddenly went rigid. Her pussy, completely saturated, overflowed with hone
y. Hoku licked the spilled drippings from the inside of each tensed thigh before he stiffened his tongue and again plunged it inside her passion center.
She cried out in startled delight. Her long slender feet stretched out and then curled over. His oral skills were outstanding, and her juices spurted like hot lava. The pleasure he gave was immense, stirring an inner coiling that denoted the beginning of a strong, earth-shattering orgasm. Like tidal waves, strong rippling sensations coursed through her quickly. Too quickly.
“Stop, Hoku. Please,” she pleaded as she grasped a handful of his wild curls to pull his head away from her extremely sensitive spot.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” she whispered. A tiny smile tugged at the corners of lips that were most often drawn in a sad, tight line. “I’m happy. Really happy. I can’t ever remember feeling like this.” She switched her position to a crouch and nudged Hoku, pressing her fingertips into his sun-browned chest.
Understanding the language of love, Hoku surrendered himself and lay on his back. She stared at him, taking in his heavily muscled masculinity. Her green eyes gleamed and caressed the breadth of his broad shoulders, lingered on his hard, hairless chest, and then swept down to his bulging biceps, his flat stomach, and thick, strong thighs.
A mere glimpse of his beautifully sculpted tool made her mouth water to such a degree she had to avert her gaze, take a deep breath, pat her chest, and swallow. His swelling meat summoned her touch. Delicately, she grasped his gorgeous dick. Her eyes widened in amazement as Hoku’s penis lengthened inside her loose fist.
It was a work of art. For the first time in her life, she wanted to give pleasure. She wanted to wrap her lips around the bone-hard shaft throbbing against her palm; she yearned to run her tongue over the tip of the large smooth helmet. Yoyin longed to suck out and ingest every single drop of sweetness that flowed from Hoku’s dick. But she gazed at the pulsing organ in worshipful admiration, totally captivated and powerless to move anything other than her tongue, which flicked out and moistened her yearning lips.
Unconsciously she tightened her grip around the base of his length. In a rush of sexual excitement, Hoku thrust upward, pumping his erection in and out of her closed fist. Yoyin kept a tight grip around his manhood as she buried her face in his tangle of sexual hair, deeply inhaling his musky, masculine scent. With her face buried in the dark forest of his crotch, she found herself intoxicated by his fragrance and on the verge of losing control. Mustering self-restraint, she stared up at him, her eyes asking for permission to fill her mouth with his thickness.
A quick frown flickered across his face. “No. I’ve waited so long to give you pleasure. Don’t deny me.” Pulling back, Hoku tried to resist her. But Yoyin was ravenous for him. She was hungry for him, and she wanted to lick, caress, and taste every part of his naked skin—his lips, his male nipples, his ass, and his balls. She decided to start with his gorgeous dick. She edged closer to him. Tightening her grip around the hard pulse of his arousal, she dipped her head and parted her lips, refusing to be denied the pleasure of his sweetness. Her tongue slathered the bulbous head of his dick, lingering over the tip, and making tiny circles. Hoku groaned as she lapped the bitter sweetness that dribbled out of the small hole. Then using the flat of her tongue, she massaged beneath the head, making him grimace in ecstasy.
Hoku groaned and muttered, releasing a rhythmic sound similar to the mating chant inside the cave. Flashes of him beating the drum gave Yoyin a rush, inciting her to give him even more pleasure. She palmed and stroked his taut scrotum, as her luscious full lips wrapped around the large head of his dick, sucking in the smooth rounded flesh along with several inches of rigid shaft inside her warm wetness, offering her mouth as an open and willing sex organ.
His gliding thrusts were slow and sensual. Hoku made love to her mouth with measured strokes. His penis tasted as delectable as it looked. Yoyin stretched into a more comfortable position, prepared to feast on his thrusting hardness for an eternity.
“So good,” Hoku uttered in a husky whisper. Pressing forward, he pushed in a few more thick inches. Yoyin’s cheeks, performing like the walls of her cunt, clenched around his deliciousness, provoking him to deliver driving thrusts. She deep-throated him until her eyes watered. Starving for his love, she opened her throat to receive even more of his plunging thickness.
Inviting her to milk him, Hoku pushed deeper and Yoyin prepared herself for the taste of his hot splashing lust.
But Hoku suddenly restrained himself. He cupped her head and slowly withdrew his glistening penis. Yoyin moaned in regret, her voluptuous lips puckering with need. He grasped beneath her armpits and pulled her up, repositioning her slender body to lie on top of him. Her breasts crushed against his chest, her mouth sought his kiss as she aligned her yearning sex with his. He ran his hand up her lean back, sending little chills over her with his touch.
At first, she slowly and sensuously rotated her hips, but soon she increased the tempo. Worked up and panting, her movement took on a thrashing motion that she was unable to restrain.
He clenched the ovals of her buttocks, containing her, holding her in place as she bucked and grinded, igniting a passion that spread like wildfire from her loins to his bulging cock. Her hips bucked uncontrollably, the sacredness of their love blurred by her raging need. Crazy with lust, she ranted and raved. Murmuring without sensibility, she clamped a hold on his cock and worked on his length with her inner muscles, trying to cajole his dick into giving her a forceful fucking that would hurt her hot pink pussy until it was raw and flaming red.
Determined to love her with tenderness, Hoku refused to rush his sex strokes.
Even in the midst of temporary insanity, she was keenly aware that Hoku was the only man on earth who could fill her empty space. Breathing hard, she groped for his rigid manhood and directed it toward her vacant center, yearning for him to flip her over and pounce on her with sexual fury.
“Fuck me, hard. I want to feel powerful thrusts.” Her harsh voice was ragged with urgency. “Take me! Hurt me!” A growl emanated from the back of her throat. She pushed down determinedly on his hot swollen flesh.
“I love you, Yoyin. I could never hurt you.”
“Hoku, please. Hurt me.” Frantic, she pulled her hair, her eyes were wild with raw lust. She humped on his engorged manhood, swiftly bounced up and down, trying to coerce him into matching her pace, trying to force him to violently invade her wet and ready cunt.
“Never!” Hoku insisted, becoming still and refusing to participate. Lacking the discipline of his spirit, his burgeoning manhood went against his will, pulsing and thumping against her feminine walls.
“If you love me, you’ll give me what I need.” She gave a desperate whimper and thrust out her pelvis, offering her pussy and pleading for him to give her sweet pain.
“I love you. With all my heart.” His voice broke.
“Then stop torturing me.”
“Just relax, my love. Let me show you how I feel.” He pressed down on her ass cheeks until their tummies pressed together. As if by a silent command, his straining masculinity widened and increased to an impossible size, filling her up.
She moaned as his erection bulged inside her tight space. Impaled and unable to move her body, her long fingers clasped the linen sheet.
“Is it good?”
“Yes.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No,” she whispered, awed. “It’s big,” she gasped. “Huge. It doesn’t hurt. So good.” She tried to rotate her hips, but his strong hands held her still.
“Love is beautiful,” he told her, his dick expanding even more. “I’ll never hurt you, Yoyin.”
“But…”
“Shh. No more pain. Only pleasure. I’m going to show you how love feels.” His whispered promise was hypnotic. With slow strokes, he eased himself in and out, stretching the moist walls of her core. Yoyin wrapped her legs around his back, as he sank his aching manhood inside her dept
h. Her channel enveloped and clung to him, tightening around his girth.
“I want you to feel all the love that’s stored inside,” he crooned in her ear. “Put your arms around me. Hold on, love. Don’t let go.”
“Oh,” she moaned in a higher pitch as Hoku glided in and out of her warm place, delivering unhurried, loving strokes. “I love you. Always loved you. You can’t leave me.”
“I won’t leave you.”
“Promise me you’ll love me forever.”
“I’ll love you throughout eternity,” he told her as the intensity increased.
Yoyin was shocked by her choice of words. She’d never spoken anything even remotely close to the romantic gibberish spilling from her lips.
With her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him, Yoyin allowed him to calm her into a soft, unbridled passion. She followed his lead, mimicked his slow and passionate thrusts, and glided with him at his pace until a demanding surge of lust shot through her. As he started an onslaught of sensual, slow, and deep penetration, she was skewered by his bronzed manhood. She moaned and bit down on her bottom lip. Hoku’s lovemaking gave her immeasurable pleasure. He satisfied her in every conceivable way.
She cried out as hot and unexpected spasms tore through her at that blinding moment of release. His dick strokes continued. Deliberate, torturous, and unrelenting, his hard cock insisted that she come for him over and over until finally he joined her with his own thundering orgasm.
In the aftermath of great sex, enveloped in Hoku’s arms, Yoyin lay with her head resting on his chest. He stroked her hair. “Confide in me. Tell me about your great pain.”
Yoyin inhaled sharply and then slowly exhaled. “I lost my sister, Amelia,” she began softly. “I blamed myself. Since her death, I’ve gone from cutting myself to unimaginable self-cruelty, trying to refocus.”
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