by C. D. Conejo
She felt his cock hit the end of her vagina, way up and deep in her center, and she bucked with the impact. He pulled back slightly, and again drove in, holding her bottom cheeks with his hands. She reached for him, and pulled him into her, and they thrust and responded in unison.
As she approached her climax he put his finger over her pleasure spot, pressing hard into it. With the thrusting below it and the pressure above, Juna lost all sense of time, place, past and future. The world swirled around her, and deep inside her entire body tensed, coiled, and shattered with a sparkling crash of throbbing stars.
Laughter welled up in her, and tears streamed down Juna’s face as she laughed, cried, and came at once. He thrust twice more, then reared back and drove a final time into her, with a shout of triumphant release that echoed through the halls of the fortress.
He carefully took Juna’s feet from his shoulders, and lay on top of her, between her legs, and she felt his weight on her. She closed her eyes kissed his shoulder, then his jaw where it rested near her face.
Their arms wrapped around each other.
“Do you have a name?” she asked the guard.
“I do. But you can call me Commander.”
The Commander took Juna in his arms. “You will be my slave for five years. Tomorrow you will begin your service. But tonight, you will spend it with me as my wife.” And the Commander kissed Juna’s lips.
“And Juna, I will be your slave too. As your Commander, as your lover, as your husband and as your slave.” Their lips met, their eyes locked.
Outside the breeze began to blow, sweet warm wind from the south, carrying with it the scents of flowers, hay, milk and honey. The stars glimmered faintly, and in the east, at the very limits of the horizon, the sun extended its first tentative tendrils into the sky. Around her, the walls melted away, and Juna felt the stirrings of hope and life within her.
The Commander of the Guard arose. He stretched his thickly muscled arms, arched his muscular neck into the breeze, and before Juna’s eyes he slowly turned into the golden horse with the red mane she had seen earlier. He pawed the ground powerfully, and a cloud of gold dust kicked up around him. Then he reared up on his back legs, kicking his front legs out and bellowing his cry of love and war.
The smell of freedom surrounded her. She mounted the horse, her red hair trailing behind her, and together they galloped into the starlit dawn.
About the Author
Ms. Conejo has been a coach's wife for 15 seasons of youth sports, is an active member of her local bar association, and an upstanding member of her community.
Cloaked in this veneer of respectability, she has writes erotica for the soccer mom, the professional woman, and all of us out there who really know what these guys are thinking.
Other books by Ms. Conejo available at eXtasy Books:
Coaches’ Wives
Golden Briefs
Coming soon:
A Sword in the Sky - Tarot: Knight of Swords