The Wildling

by Treva Harte

  Goddess, she was getting hot. The heat crept up from her breasts, from her cunt. She wanted sex. Reckless, hot sex. His tongue licked the very outer tip of her ear. Her toes curled with delight. Adan grasped her nipple and she could feel her insides tighten at his touch. She pushed her breast further into his hand. He made a pleased noise, deep in his throat.

  Something about this still seemed wrong but when Adan moved her back, thigh deep into the water, she followed willingly. Arness knew she was now more excited than afraid. Curious. Expectant. She felt the water lapping almost, not quite, where she wanted attention. Thigh deep. Near Adan.

  She waited for Adan to make his next move. What did men do when they weren't treated like pets?

  "I wouldn't let myself act like this before, Mistress." Adan turned to suckle one breast, very thoroughly. The excitement began to tug at her again, sensation moving from breast to clit in an almost fiery line. He raised his head. "But I want to worship you."

  When he got on his knees, Arness stunned herself by letting out a whimper. Other men had kneeled to her. But they weren't Adan. She looked at the strong column of his neck, bowed below her, at the hair that swirled in the water, twining around her hips and legs. This was a conquest.

  He leaned forward but instead of the touch of his mouth or lips, he nipped her inner thigh. She yelped and felt herself begin to dampen anyhow.

  Adan looked up, with his lips smiling sweetly and his eyes gleaming far less innocently. They both knew he wasn’t conquered yet.

  "Then I want to shatter you," he added, conversationally.

  She moaned.

  * * * * *

  “Our time is over,” Tanja repeated the words.

  “Right. You know we paid for the shortest time available.” Nara stretched. “I had a great rest. Some good sex. I feel really relaxed. It was the most perfect weekend.”

  “Over.”

  “Tanja! Where are your wits, girl?” Nara stared at her. “Over. Done. We have to go and settle up the bill and be on our way back. I’ll admit I thought your choice of a stud was a little crazy, but that pet sure had stamina. He even gave me a thrill or two, although he was really focused on you this whole weekend."

  "I'm sorry—" Tanja blushed. She'd forgotten Nara was even supposed to be there by the end.

  "Don't be. Some of the other available pets on the ranch were more than happy to give me some additional attention when you two were a bit too involved."

  "I'll find a way to pay you back your share of the weekend—"

  "Forget it, Tanja. It was a fine weekend. I’m impressed. Really I am. If this is what their novices are like I have to come back here if I ever decide to breed.”

  “Go ahead and pay Dorinda. I have to see Four.”

  “But—“ Nara shut up as she saw Tanja walk back to the Red Room. “The woman is bewitched. I never saw good cock hit anyone that hard.”

  She thought about the good fucks she’d had. Some really, really good fucks. No. None of them had made her feel the way Tanja looked right now. Tanja was dazed, completely out of it. Nara sighed. She’d have to be a good friend and be very kind to Tanja on the way home. It looked as though it might take a while for the girl to completely recover.

  The girl was actually acting as if a rented pet was important. That was truly weird. He was a pet! Not even one she owned.

  Then again maybe Tanja was breeding. She'd heard sometimes that made women a little crazy, even if it seemed a bit early to start.

  Nara shrugged. They were friends. She could put up with nine months of a crazy Tanja. She hoped.

  * * * * *

  "Why aren't you enjoying the creek, Mistress?"

  Salla looked up.

  He'd followed her. She couldn't help the surge of happiness before she remembered. Primary's beloved mistress was back. Ever since her return he'd remembered his damned monogamy leash only too well. There had been no more passionate exchanges. My word, there hadn't even been any of those maddening, sidelong glances. Nothing.

  "No reason." Salla held her ankles tightly and stared at the ripples of the water. If he hadn't arrived when he did, wading through the creek to her, the water would have been smooth and calm. Why was he disturbing things so? Primary didn't seek trouble.

  She was the one who pushed things. She was the one who had to keep seeking attention and change until there was no use in pushing anymore. Right now she was too exhausted and dispirited to try. She’d failed again. She hadn't proven herself on this expedition as she'd hoped—unless it was to prove she was the poorest traveler on her mother's ranch. Arness had taken over leadership of the group the moment she arrived. Salla had no more place in the scheme of things.

  "The coolness will refresh you, Mistress. If you join me." He held out a large hand, invitingly.

  She opened her mouth to refuse and found herself stretching out her hand instead. He hauled her to her feet and into the water with one tug. Why did she let him? Just a chance to touch him made her forget everything. She was disgusted with herself. She was disgusted with him. How dare he excite her one night and then ignore her the next day?

  "Where's your mistress?" Salla knew there was an edge in her tone.

  "Where's your pet?"

  If she didn't know Primary, she'd swear the same edge was in his voice.

  "I don't own a pet. Not even technically. Adan is my mother's. You, on the other hand, definitely have a mistress—" Salla stood as tall as she could but she was about chest high at best to him. She reached up and flicked his collar disdainfully.

  "I'm aware of that." Primary's voice was low. "Why else do you think I've kept away from you? Aside from having to deal with a rescue and ten other pets?"

  "Because you play by the rules. You make sure your mistress is served perfectly. Because I-I'm not what you need…" Salla's voice broke. She ducked her head down and swallowed. "I'm angry. I always cry when I'm angry."

  "Yes. I see."

  "She wants Adan, you know. Are you willing to share your Mistress Arness with a third pet?"

  "She wouldn't take on a third pet." Primary touched Salla's cheek and gathered one teardrop. "But I'm getting too old to be a personal pet."

  "What do you mean?" Salla stared. Primary was in prime physical condition. He exuded male power and strength.

  "Look at me. I'm getting gray. Most personal pets are retired by the time they're thirty. Thirty-five at the latest. They're past their physical peak." Primary smiled, but it wasn't a happy one. "I'll be too old for my mistress soon, just as I'm too old for you now."

  Salla thought. There were nothing but young, strong males hanging about Mama's house.

  "Retired? Where?"

  Primary shrugged.

  "Sometimes to work in fields or mines. If your mistress is especially generous, back to the bush to live in some freedom."

  "Arness would do that?" Salla knew she was goggling.

  "I don't know. I don't think so. She's loyal. Kind. But soon I'll be a liability to her." Primary touched the collar she had dismissed a few moments ago.

  "You could never be. Just as you'll never be too old. For anything!" Salla looked down at his leggings, which had begun to bulge. "See?"

  "I want you the way someone much younger might," Primary admitted. "But this is going to be wrong for you. Just as it's wrong for me."

  Salla licked her lips.

  "What if Mama gives me Adan?"

  "What if she does? You're both young. Enjoy yourselves."

  "That's not what I meant. What a disaster that would be! Arness wants him. Just like he wants her. He's not even looked at me. He's consumed by her and she's just as wild for him. You can feel it when they're near each other. Besides, I don't want him. I'm afraid another man caught my fancy first. You. What if I offer Adan as a trade for you?"

  Primary said nothing.

  My word, she'd botched that presentation. She'd thought about her scheme over and over, talking it out in her head, pondering how to lead up to the subject,
wondering what Primary would say. Then she blurted it out the worst way possible. But she was terrified. Why would he want her? No one else in Aridzone did. No one anywhere did, really.

  "I—” He lifted her out of the water as he spoke, slid her against his tightening erection, slowly. She gasped and clutched her legs around his hips. "Perdition, you're beautiful."

  "Don't try to change the subject," she said, but ground herself against him anyhow.

  "I'd be jealous." The words hung there.

  Salla stopped moving. So did he, though his cock seemed to stay eager.

  Then he bent to nuzzle his face between her breasts. "Jealous and happy. It would be confusing."

  Salla pulled his face up to put her face close against his, close enough to feel that male stubble hair. She pressed her forehead against his.

  "I'm glad you'll admit you have some feelings. Some that even your mistress or I would rather you didn't."

  "You've corrupted me. I seem to have unbidden thoughts all the time now." Primary kissed her nose. He moved a little lower and bit her lower lip. "I think I'm enjoying your idea more than I'm hurting."

  Salla wasn't sure what to say. Instead she let her hands slide down between them and loosened his leggings. They both sighed as his cock was freed. My word, he certainly did want her.

  "I can stop the hurt," she offered.

  "You're still a virgin," Primary answered, indirectly. "I felt your barrier before."

  "Is that why you stopped when you did at the saloon?"

  "Ah—" he hesitated.

  "I may be a virgin, but I'm not stupid. I know you didn't climax."

  "You're not stupid. I never thought that. No, I didn't come. I had to use my hand later. Several times." Primary bucked a little, as she gently stretched his cock out with her own hand. "Don't be so gentle, Mistress—"

  "Salla. For Goddess' sake, call me Salla."

  "Not so gentle.”

  “Not so gentle, Salla. Say my name.” She paused.

  “Salla. Please. Pets—males—like it a little rougher than women do."

  "Show me. " She grasped his cock more firmly and saw how it leaped in her hand. Oh yes. He did like that.

  "Very well, but I won't—I can't—"

  "Go further than your leash allows." Salla sighed as she finished the sentence. "Understood. But we'll see what we can do now. I'll see what I can do to loosen your leash later. Fair deal?"

  Primary reached, combed the curls of her pubic hair with his one hand. She quivered as his fingers gave delightful little pulls, then returned to trace the small veins running up to her moons. Sensitized to his touch, she could feel every twitch of those fingers.

  "Fair deal."

  "Show me what you like, Primary. I want something to be for you." Salla could feel herself grow a little moist at just the thought. She was going to show Primary something he hadn't had before, even if he wouldn't take her virginity. "Show me your penis and tell me what it wants."

  "Is what my penis wants and what I want always the same?" Primary tried to laugh, but the sound cut off when her finger brushed the head, testing the little hole in its middle. A drop of fluid leaked out under her touch.

  "I don't know. Explain it to me."

  "Oh, perdition. Right now it is the same. I shouldn't let you do this." He shut his eyes anyway and let her tickle his swollen head again, the same way as before. More fluid seeped from his tiny cock hole. He sighed. "Salla."

  She gripped his penis with her hand, testing its strength and fragility. Males were much like their cocks. Hard. Easy to damage. A wonderful combination. Primary grunted under her touch.

  Salla decided to concentrate on making Primary feel very, very happy. Happy enough to forget being jealous.

  * * * * *

  "Relax."

  Arness lay quietly, her back in the water. She gave a sleepy smile.

  "I'm relaxed. How else could I float this way? Except that you've tormented me and not satisfied me." She still felt the burn inside her from when Adan had played on her clit with his tongue and then stopped when she began to shudder.

  "We have time. You aren't relaxed enough yet."

  "What do you mean?"

  "I mean you must be willing to let me do what I wish. To surrender and trust that I will satisfy you. Eventually."

  The water splashed as she struggled back to her feet.

  "Surrender?" Arness didn't like the sound of that word. He’d said he was in love with her. Why should she surrender? "And trust." Adan moved close enough to let her feel his cock. Close enough to have that cock push against one of her thighs. He was doing it again—tempting, offering. His body was such a temptation, too.

  "I trust you. For a while I thought I couldn't allow any man's hands on me again. But I want your hands on me." Arness licked her lips and was secretly thrilled when Adan's eyes fixed on the sight.

  No matter what he'd hidden before, he was clearly interested now and showing his interest. She waited.

  Nothing.

  Arness paused, wondering what happened next. She didn't want to order him to have sex with her. He was refusing to anticipate her wants. This was puzzling. She hadn't enticed him enough to make his own moves, yet he clearly wanted her as much as she did him.

  What was she supposed to do? She was running out of options.

  Surrender and trust.

  "Very well." Arness held her hands outstretched. "I surrender. I trust you. Now what?"

  A whirl of movement happened. Within a half-second, Arness found herself back on land again and flat on her back. They were close enough to the brook that an occasional slap of water hit her side as Adan lifted her legs over his shoulders. There she was, spread out before him.

  She liked this position. That is, she used to. But now she was very aware that she was vulnerable. Arness took a deep breath. He could mount her and enter deep. Too deep. He could hurt her.

  Relax. Trust. Surrender.

  Adan's fingers began to play against the area between her anus and vagina. Arness twitched. That hadn't been what she'd expected.

  But it felt good, delightfully good, to be fondled and licked there. She hadn't realized how sensitive her perineum was to the touch. Adan knew. He knew where nerve endings jangled, then soothed, then roused again as he tested what aroused and what comforted.

  She sobbed once, harshly, when he finally lowered his mouth to taste her clit, where she was slick and wet and needy. This time he didn't hold back. The burn he’d roused before had never completely left. She came, fast. Arness gasped, sucking hard for air. She hadn’t eased herself enough with such a fast climax. More. There should be more. He eased her back down to the ground. She tried to calm down.

  "There. Now come to me," Adan murmured to her. "Ride me."

  His tone was seductive. He didn’t need to seduce her. She was already wild for more sex. Arness found herself lowering her body onto his swollen penis, fast, her back to him.

  She bit her lip. She could ride and not look at her partner. As long as his cock was hard she could pleasure herself as she wished and not worry about his responses. Here was freedom.

  She had done this once or twice with other partners but rarely with Primary or Secondary. Primary liked to watch her responses to enhance them. Arness needed to watch Secondary or he got over-eager.

  But today this position was perfect. As private as sex with another could be. As Arness began to ride, she stroked her own clitoris. Adan's hands on her hips steadied her, but didn't hinder her. She set the pace, strong and deep. He followed her lead, his strokes hitting her in the spots she desired, the ones that made her squirm and clench. His cock was big and strong and clever. His cock was made to please her.

  She was back in command of herself and her mount.

  No. No, he wasn't an animal. He was her lover. She wouldn't forget who he was though she needn't look at his face.

  But, if she wanted, she could imagine him to be just another pet. Arness lost herself in a fantasy of takin
g on a new pet, one who anticipated new needs. She could feel the unfamiliarity of this cock, the eagerness because it was different. How long had it been since she'd had something strange?

  She'd tame this pet as thoroughly as the others, until he would leap to anticipate every sexual need she expressed. He'd service her eagerly, fight for her attention. His gaze would follow her, wanting her when they were apart. He’d grow restless in the night, reaching for her, longing for his turn at her bed. But she would choose the time and the way. Arness could feel the pull of her climax begin, hot and rising.

  "Not so fast, Mistress." His voice brought her back from her safe, familiar territory. He sounded confident. "You've relaxed now. So we can do things my way."

  Her fantasy shattered, Arness took a moment to recover. This time his fingers boldly tweaked her clitoris. She shuddered, near coming again. Goddess, he was strong. She wasn't light, but he easily lifted her up and deposited her on all fours on the ground. She couldn't see her lover's face still, but this time was different. She had no way of knowing when he would possess her. He decided, not her.

  It didn't take long for him to claim her. Adan entered her from behind, one hand between her legs, the other on one breast. Control had shifted to him so easily that she was a little dazed. She had been able to go deep while on top but now he could penetrate her deeply this new way, hit all the most exquisitely sensitive areas in her body. If he wished.

  Suddenly she wanted him to do just that. To command their responses.

  Excitement whipped into her. How could this be better than when she was on top? Adan made it better. When he squeezed her ass cheeks hard, she shook. When he nipped her shoulder, she fought to pull his cock in deeper.

  "Sweet Goddess!" Arness wailed. "Please, oh please, oh please—"

  He might not be the Goddess, but he was her master in this. When she was near to coming from his touch on her nipples and his weight inside her, he slowed the pace to a slow, measured half-thrust.

  This was wrong. He shouldn't do this. She shouldn't want him to do this. Everything she'd ever been taught screamed that you didn't let a male take advantage. But she could feel his cock, made slick from her own cream, slide a little further out and she grew frantic. More frantic than she could ever remember.