The Wildling

by Treva Harte

  "Fuck you, hurry!" Arness had never sworn at her sex partners. She'd never needed to.

  "Patience, love. Just a little longer." His voice comforted.

  Nothing else he did was comforting. His cock pulled out even further, just teasing at her entrance. But that was another exquisitely sensitive area for her. His movements there were torturingly sweet against her.

  Arness sobbed. That was another first. She didn't sob or cry. Not for pain, not for pleasure. Merdeath's cruelties hadn't made her weep. Adan's pleasures did.

  "Come, Mistress. Come now!" His voice cut through the sobs. She sucked in air, fighting to stop. He pushed hard again inside her, and she cried again. But she fought to obey his command even while she feared it.

  The first orgasm had been a short, sharp relief. She knew there would be nothing quick about this. Her lungs were already near bursting, as was her heart. Her body jerked as if a whip had been taken to it. His cock slammed into her. She couldn't hold out. But how could she give in?

  Goddess, she didn't want to feel both detached and on fire. What was holding her back from that final joy? It would be good, so good. An new, unknown pleasure waited for her if she could just give in.

  But she couldn't.

  He said, his voice shaking. "Sweet, come!"

  His cock slid into her. Urgent. Rough. Needy. Arness clenched herself around his rigid cock, her arms trembling as she forced herself to stay upright.

  "I love you, Arness!"

  With those words, she let go. The long, near-violent slide of Adan's cock, his hands at her hips to pull her as close as he could to him, his own panting and trembling, triggered her tumble into pleasure.

  She'd been wet before, but she could feel her wet gush of cream as she imagined how they looked while they fulfilled Adan's desire. Her orgasm was rich and hungry and long, far longer than anything she remembered before. She collapsed with a satisfied sigh after her last twitch of sensation ebbed.

  Suddenly her sleepy eyelids opened wide.

  She wasn't done yet. He wasn't done yet.

  Goddess, was he superhuman? She looked back to see the half-pained, half-ecstatic tension in his face and knew he was close to climax but fighting it. Arness felt the tears drip down her face as Adan's hard cock continued to push her past her peak and onto another, still higher one.

  She had to follow him back into the whirlwind of sensation she'd just left. It was almost too much. Almost.

  Adan kept her pinned, her rear up and her shoulders down, as he made his final drive into her. He was faster, rougher now, his movements jerky rather than controlled. Their sweat made their bodies slide faster, slipping hard against each other with each thrust. She hissed, then screamed as she broke.

  She opened her eyes to see Adan sobbing a little. Almost the way she had. But he was still hard.

  "Come, then!" she invited.

  "No. It feels so good inside you. I want to keep on…” His voice was scratchy.

  Arness reached below and scratched his balls with her nails, very lightly and deliberately. He jerked as if she'd taken a brand to him.

  "No, Arness, I can't hold on like that! Please don't."

  She did it again and he moaned. Then she bit her lip and deliberately clenched as hard as she could, moving her hips in tight controlled circles against his hips. He gave a higher moan and then she could almost see the last of his control shred.

  He pounded hard into her, his eyes shut, his body shaking. He yipped something in manspeak, something he was too far gone to make coherent. Something she was too far gone to understand.

  Arness felt a triumph that almost made her climax again when Adan finally spurted fierce and long inside her and then, with a defeated sigh, collapsed.

  She sprawled under his weight, pleased by the feel of him on top of her.

  Dimly, through her dazed exhaustion, Arness tried to understand what had happened. Adan gauged her needs and met them. His voice hypnotized her. His hands guided and excited and satisfied her. Over and over.

  Goddess. He'd mastered her. She'd actually surrendered to his command. Once she accepted him, all she'd had to do was respond and enjoy. The slight fear of what he might do next had only added to the ultimate satisfaction.

  Another thought dawned through her sensual delight. What had happened was oddly familiar. This seduction was what she did to her captures. They came to her fearful but wanting and she taught them the delights of submitting to someone else's will.

  Adan had taken her lessons and used them on her.

  "You bastard," she whispered, meaning to be fierce but sounding drugged and pleased, even to herself.

  "Your bastard, Mistress. Everything I learned, I learned from you."

  "What do you mean—" She tried to fight sleep but yawned.

  "I was a lone male in the out-country before I was captured. All I knew of sex is what the men here said, especially about you. That and what I could imagine you wanting. You're my first woman. You'll be my only woman."

  * * * * *

  "You go. I go, too." Four looked at her like she was insane. "Miss Triss."

  "I'm not your mistress." No matter how much she wished she was. "I can't afford you. I'd never have been here if Nara hadn't taken pity on me and helped pay for you. I came here to make a baby with someone. With you."

  "A baby?" Four stared at her stomach.

  "I hope." Tanja remembered Dorinda's introduction to the ranch. "If I don't get one this time, they'll let me come back next month for a reduced rate."

  She'd come back. She might have to lie about her condition. Four had certainly put enough sperm in her to create a child. But baby or not, enough money or not, she'd come back next month. They probably would expect her to order a new pet for the weekend. But no one said she had to. She'd have Four all to herself next time.

  "Come back." Four nodded. "Come back soon."

  "Yes." Tanja pulled Four's hand to her stomach. "You'll be a father. I promise I'll take care of her. I always wanted a girl."

  "Girl baby?" Four made a slow circle of her stomach with the palm of her hand. "Not boy?"

  "Oh, Goddess. I hope not a boy." Tanja stopped her automatic response. A boy baby with Four's beautiful eyes. How gorgeous he'd be.

  Nonsense. She wanted a girl. What would she do with a boy baby? Raise it to be a pet? Sell it back to the ranch? The ranch promised to send any male babies back to the out-country, as soon as they were old enough, with one of their retirees to tend them. They'd even let a customer have a free turn at breeding if she had a male to return. At the time Tanja thought that was both fair and an excellent way to make sure wild males were still out there to tame in the future.

  Now it was different. What if her baby was hurt out in the wilds? What if he was captured and miserable?

  What if her little boy looked like Four was starting to look now?

  "Miss Triss and baby leave?" Leave me? She knew that was what he meant. His struggle for the words was almost physical.

  "Oh, Goddess." Why did she feel like this? She'd rented other pets just for pleasure and never worried. "Four, I'm poor. I make velocipedes in the city. Not even that, really. I'm just an apprentice. Someday I may own my own shop and then I could scrimp and save and buy you. But not for years."

  Especially not if every time I save something I come out to the ranch to rent you again.

  Wonderful. She could stop seeing Four for years or spend everything she had to see him now and then and never be able to be his mistress.

  She didn't even know how to explain that to him.

  "Four take care of baby. Help. Make velocipedes with Miss Triss. Good with hands." He held them out and tried to smile.

  They were shaking. So was his voice.

  "Don't." Tanja could feel a tear roll down her face.

  "Pliss. Don't leave."

  "I'll be back, Four. You have work to do here—" Goddess, would she be more torn apart if he did his breeding work well or refused to do it and got sent away
? How would she ever find him? "You have to do your work. Breeding."

  Four stared at her.

  "No!" Then he lowered his eyes, his shoulders and legs shaking. "Forgive word. Miss Triss."

  "I'll be back. Soon. I promise." That was all Tanja could think to say.

  In a month he'd be used to being with all kinds of women and forget his first one. In a month she'd be absorbed in motherhood and her work and friends back in town.

  But she'd be back anyhow. She knew that.

  * * * * *

  "They like touch, too. Handle them a little more gently than my cock but—no, not so gently as that." The two of them bent over Primary's balls, each fascinated by the lessons the other one was giving.

  "Lover?" Salla watched Primary's cock jump at the word and ducked her head to hide her smugness. He liked the sound of that. "Are you comfortable?"

  "Surprisingly so."

  Salla looked at him, his legs sprawled open, his wrists bound behind his back. He looked amazingly seductive like that, deceptively helpless. Binding him was a brilliant idea, if she did say so herself. If he was tied up, she had to do all the work. She had to listen to what he wanted and respond since she wasn't sure what to do. Primary's silly notions of how pets must act couldn't resurface at the wrong moment.

  Her hand cupped his balls again, testing, squeezing. She bent her head to nuzzle her face against them. Male. This was male. She liked it. She liked testing the strong, pulsing vein that beat harder as she touched it. She liked how the balls began to draw back as she prodded and licked and sucked.

  "You won't get…near…to the limits of my leash before I blow, Salla. Not at this rate." Primary's voice was strained. "I thought I'd keep you safe from me this way. I didn't think about what you could do."

  "What does that mean?"

  "It means wait a minute. You're testing me too much."

  She'd done that to him. Already?

  "Then what would you like to test now?" Salla asked.

  Without waiting to hear, she clasped the root of his hardened cock, then slid her hand up, using her thumb to press under the sensitive spot he'd shown her—the one under the crown of his head. He sighed at her touch.

  "I—don't know. Everything you do feels good." He hauled in another gulp of air.

  Salla licked both male nipples for that remark. They tightened and he jumped under that wet caress as well.

  Salla felt all-powerful at the moment. Primary seemed to hold delightful responses to whatever she thought to do. My. The male body was fascinating and she wasn't sure what part she wanted to play with next. After some thought, she sat facing him, her mound to his cock. He felt so silky and so hard there. She could feel him swell a little more when she rubbed herself against his length. He looked into her eyes and she saw the mix of anticipation and wariness in his.

  "Careful." Primary cleared his throat.

  "I promised." Salla meant to keep her promise. But she was going to go as close as she could to the edges of her vow. They both knew that.

  "A covering," he said. "Just in case. Besides, my cock may feel less sensitive that way. Right now you are making every nerve in it jump for joy. We have to slow down."

  Salla pouted but unrolled the cock sheath and, following his instructions, slid it slowly on. She wiped the sweat beading Primary's face when she was done.

  "Are you all right, my lover?" she asked.

  "I think so. Now suck on it."

  There were no pleases or hesitations in him now. Salla bent her head. Since he'd said he was now less sensitive, she sucked on the tip of his cock immediately, nipping just slightly on the underside of the crown.

  His whole body arched up.

  "Blessed Goddess Mother!" It sounded almost like a prayer. "Once more like that and I'll spend. Tease me elsewhere."

  Salla moved to his feet. They were such big things. But when she tickled her finger against the instep of his foot, he whimpered and shook. His penis took on an amazing size. Salla's eyes widened. Her vaginal walls clenched.

  "You're impossible." Salla tried to scold instead of whimper herself. "Everything I do makes you want sex."

  "Right. I think we may have to just give in and have some." He managed to wiggle his erection. Really, the man had exquisite control over his body. Unless of course, he couldn’t help it. Either idea was intriguing. "Come here, Salla."

  When the first pellet of rain hit her hand she thought it was something else—it almost never rained in Aridzone. When the second hit her, Salla resisted the urge to curse. Why did the drought have to break just now?

  There was shouting in the distance. Primary's teeth bit into his lower lip.

  "We'll be missed. I don't want the others to see you—"

  "Not before this." Salla hadn't wanted to do things in such haste, but she had no choice. She ripped the cock sheath off and Primary yelped. Then she put her mouth to the velvety head and did her best to suck as much of him down as she could, cramming his male part into her mouth.

  "What—” Primary began and then moaned.

  She held her two hands hard and tight against his shaft, grasping just as Primary had told her, though her small hands couldn't quite cover the whole length of him. She squeezed and sucked harder yet.

  By the time the downpour had soaked through her vest, Primary had forgotten his initial restraint and was jolting frenziedly beneath her. She knew she had to hurry faster even before he began babbling. Fortunately she had learned his most sensitive spots. His teeth bared, his back arched as she grazed his reddened cock head with her teeth.

  The darling probably wouldn't care right now if they did have an audience. She paused a half-second at the novel idea. Primary spat out a word that made her return to business.

  By the time the others were calling his name, he'd groaned—a groan that seemed to come up from his chest—and given one last shudder. Then he stopped resting his weight on his elbows and sank back with a small, satisfied sigh. That was fascinating, too. After so much activity, his penis looked incapable of movement.

  She couldn't resist the temptation to brush the spent penis with her finger. Salla squatted back on her heels, rolled the liquid in her mouth as if it were wine, and cocked her head consideringly. "Hmm. It tastes rather like the sea."

  "This wasn't how—Goddess take it, I didn't mean for things to happen like that."

  "Like what?"

  "As if you were a cheap pleasure companion that a female had taken for a half hour quickie." He looked up at her and blinked as rain hit his face. "Not that I think of you that way."

  "I didn't think you did. Especially when you blessed me for my mouth. In what appeared to be civilized language and manspeak." Salla grinned. "Let me untie you. People will wonder otherwise."

  By the time Garic had arrived in the small grove they'd discovered, Primary was standing, leggings in place, hauling Salla up from the ground.

  "Miss Triss wants you!" Garic pointed behind him.

  "What?" The half-smile on Primary's face tightened into a line. "What is it?"

  "A—Dan. Gone again."

  CHAPTER NINE

  Above him, the steady scratch of her pen told him she was still doing accounts. When Secondary pulled, a little too roughly, at the pink and swollen nub under her skirts, he heard the pen thrown down.

  "Perdition, boy! When are you going to learn? I wanted a little something to relax me. Can't you keep your mind on your job here?"

  Secondary began to shiver.

  "Crawl on out."

  He crawled out from under the desk. The patroness sighed.

  "I was clumsy, Patroness." Secondary kept his eyes down, but couldn't prevent the next shiver.

  "Perdition. More punishment?" She pushed her chair back. "Let's have done with it, then."

  He unlaced the leggings and dropped them to his knees while he lay, face down, over her lap. His hard staff was already poking into her thigh. He kept from moving with a huge effort.

  The sharp sting from
the paddle brought tears to his eyes. He turned his head, rested it against her hip and sighed. This was so perfect. So exactly what he needed on a rainy afternoon when there was nothing to do but play.

  "Patroness! They're here!" They both heard Dorinda's call from below.

  "Have done, boy. Don't worry. I'll talk to your mistress about you later."

  More tears came to Secondary's eyes as a lighter, dismissive swat hit him. His games were over.

  "Thank you, Patroness. For everything." He began to pull his leggings on as best he could over the stubborn swelling.

  "I unriddle more difficult problems than yours every day of the week, bucko." Morgena stood and put a friendly hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry. She'll understand."

  "She's a good mistress," Secondary nodded. "I'd never want to hurt her."

  "Then come along and see that she's tended to." The woman already had opened the study door and headed away.

  * * * * *

  They were a muddy, bedraggled crew that came dripping to the front porch. Secondary searched the crowd and frowned.

  "Now the Mistress is gone and two more besides!" He spoke a little too loudly.

  The little blonde woman—the patroness' daughter—looked at him. Secondary took a step back and for a moment wondered if his balls had withered under her glare.

  "These men need baths. So do I. Alone." Her boots scattered mud on the carpet as she stalked across the hall. "Mother, I'll talk to you about this later."

  Morgena followed her daughter's exit with an impassive face. Then she turned to the men, crooked one finger and smiled.

  "Garic. What happened?"

  Garic thought for a moment.

  "We find Miss Triss. A-dan run. Miss Triss mad." He stopped, obviously wanting to say more but not having the vocabulary.

  "Mistress Arness was spitting mad!" Another small, reddish-blond man stepped forward excitedly. "I've never seen her that way. Ever. Primary took one look and went running after her down the trail. Sure hope he can keep her from killing that Adan once she gets the bastard."