Ellora's Cavemen: Tales from the Temple I

by Various

  Licking her lips, she quickly explained the results of the tests she had been running and her conclusions.

  “I need blood, cell and semen samples to see if our bodies are experiencing the same reactions,” she finished.

  He didn’t say a word during the explanation. When she finished, his eyes had that hard, determined look that made her more than nervous.

  “You don’t need the samples,” he finally grunted. “It’s obvious we are. Now find a cure.”

  He turned to stomp off.

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  a cure’? What the hell do you think I’ve been working my ass off on for twelve hours a day?”

  His face flushed. “Use the time you’re spending masturbating through the day and maybe you’ll get an answer. Better yet, use your equipment for your studies rather than filling your pussy and it might do more good that way.”

  Amelia’s eyes widened as she felt herself suddenly pale. Her hand jerked back from his arm as humiliation tore through her body.

  “You were watching me?” She barely breathed at the thought. Hot color flooded her body as horror rose inside her. The things she had done. The desperation that had pulsed through her.

  She moved back from him in a quick step, turning. She needed to put enough distance between them now that she could find a way to deal with the fact that she had totally humiliated herself in front of her commander.

  “Dammit. Amelia.” Saber caught up with her as she rushed into the shuttle, intent on grabbing her survival jacket and heading into the surrounding forest. His arm caught hold of her as she passed the bed, gripping it hard and swinging her around.

  She lost her balance, stumbling then falling to her back as she gazed up at him in shock.

  “Do you think you’re the only one?” he snarled as he came down on top of her, his thighs spreading hers, the hot wedge of his cock burning between their clothes to sear the mound of her pussy. “Damn you. I’m so jealous of the fact that something besides my cock is filling that tight pussy that I can’t stand it. But I’ll be damned if I’ll take you.

  Because when I take you, I won’t be able to order Mike away from you anymore. Do you hear me? If I fuck you, then I have no choice but to leave you open, filled with my seed and ready for him to fuck. Is that what you want?”

  “Saber.” She moaned his name, her hips arching against him, barely hearing his furious words now that he was touching her.

  She didn’t care. Whatever he wanted she would give him if he would just ease the driving heat filling her body. To be honest, the more she slept between the two men, the more she craved both their hands touching her, their cocks digging into her. The planet wasn’t the only thing that was an orgy in the making.

  His hands were pushing under her top, baring her breasts, enclosing the hard globes in his calloused hands. Ahh yes, it felt so good. She arched into the hold, her hips pressing tighter against the heavy erection nudging against her cunt.

  Her hands gripped his arms as his eyes went to her breasts. Then with a hungry growl his head lowered, his mouth attaching to one tight peak and firmly drawing on it.

  “Oh God.” The wet caress was a shattering relief against her tortured nipple.

  His tongue stroked over it, his teeth rasping it, his mouth sucking on her so hard and strong that the rough caress nearly drove her to orgasm.

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  against her clit with nearly destructive results. All the while his lips drew on her breast, going from one to the other, licking fire from peak to peak before pressing the two mounds tightly together, his mouth enveloping both nipples at the same time.

  “Saber.” Her head rolled back on the mattress as she writhed beneath him, on fire, so damned aroused now she could barely breathe.

  “Damn you,” he growled as his head rose. “I’ve watched you fucking yourself with that damned pestle to the point that I want to destroy it with my bare hands, Amelia. So help me, you shove anything else up that tight little cunt and I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

  His lips came down over hers, his tongue spearing between her lips, kissing with a starving greed that sent her tumbling into such erotic sensations she wondered if she would survive them. His hands continued to palm her breasts, his thumbs heatedly rasping her nipples .

  “Saber.” It was Mike’s voice that had Saber’s big body tensing, a warning, almost animalistic, growl issuing from his throat as Saber possessively lay over Amelia’s body.

  “I’m not going to fight you, man,” Mike finally sighed, though Amelia saw the hunger on his face. “But I won’t lay back and suffer, either. You take her, and I’ll have my turn. Eventually.”

  Amelia’s pussy shamefully pulsed at the hard tone of the other man’s voice, the determination in it. Both men were at a breaking point now and Amelia knew that she alone held the key to their survival or their destruction. The question was, would taking that final step save their lives, only to destroy her heart?

  The heart she had given to Saber before ever making this journey.

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  Chapter 4

  Okay, it wasn’t an aphrodisiac for sure. It wasn’t a chemical reaction. It wasn’t a biological malfunction. So what was left?

  Two days later, Amelia stood hunched over the microscope, dressed once again in only her undershirt and panties. The heat was sweltering.

  She had finally convinced Saber and Mike to give her the samples she needed to run the tests. Blood, sweat, semen and skin tests showed several variances, though.

  Almost—she searched for a way of describing it—a time-share. As though their bodies were suddenly caught in a switch or relay. Normal responses were being interrupted and priority being given to the sexual. She was attracted to both men, had known it all along, though it was Saber she had been falling in love with.

  There were two men and she was the sole woman. Two potential baby-makers and her hormones were ready to mate. Somehow, the planet itself was making a way to ensure population. It had created a perfect paradise and now seemed to throb with the need to see it filled with life. Now, Amelia how to figure out exactly how Venus was doing this.

  It had to have something to do with the unidentified chemical she had found within the plants, air and water system. It was acting as the switch to trigger that aggressive sexuality of the two men, as well as her own submissive desires and sexual fantasies.

  She was a woman. Created to mate, to fit the male. She had been created to submit to him sexually, in every way. Her body was reinforcing the basic principles upon which she knew women had lived under since recorded history. As men, both Saber and Mike understood the call to mate. Understood there was only one of her, two of them. Saber, as their leader, was beginning to feel possessiveness and ownership. Mike, no less dominant but more than aware of Saber’s leadership, would take a less dominant role, but no less sexual. A time-share. And they eventually would share , she knew, if rescue didn’t come soon.

  Standing, she paced to the end of the tent, feeling the crawling, pervasive need that had sent her masturbating several days before. She was aware now that the two men had known of her efforts to relieve herself. As though in agreement that if they couldn’t fill her body nothing would, they no longer left her alone in camp.

  After the episode in the shuttle the day before, the two men had also seemed to come to an almost unspoken decision. They were both needed to ensure their survival.

  There could be no battle to claim her. They weren’t animals. But Amelia was starting to feel like little else. Her body was clamoring for release, her pussy sticky with need and th
robbing in arousal.

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  “Saber said to rest when it gets this hot.” Mike was suddenly behind her, watching with hot, hungry eyes. “You should go into the shuttle where it’s cooler.”

  “I still have work to do.” She shook her head, careful to stay behind the low shelves that she hoped shielded the fact that she no longer wore her pants.

  “Saber’s orders.” He stepped around the shelf before coming to an abrupt stop.

  Amelia trembled. She kept her back turned to him, terrified to face him. He was the weaker of the two men. She knew he wouldn’t deny what he wanted if she acted willing.

  “Damn, you’re pretty,” he sighed as he moved closer.

  “Mike. Saber won’t like you being in here like this.” She fought to keep her voice from trembling.

  “Saber’s terrified I’m going to mark that little pussy before he does,” Mike grunted as one hand gripped her hip, the other pushed at her shoulders.

  Amelia whimpered as he flattened her upper body against the table in front of her.

  His hand pressed firmly between her shoulder blades as his fingers dipped into the back of her panties.

  “Mike. Saber will be here any minute.”

  He didn’t listen. His fingers grazed through the syrup he found along the lips of her pussy, drawing the essence back between the cleft of her buttocks.

  “I’ll make you a deal,” he whispered. “I know you only want our commander up that tight little cunt. And I don’t blame you, being half in love with him like you are.

  But I’m going to have you too, Amelia. Be really nice to me right now, and I promise, I’ll keep my cock confined to this…”

  A high shriek tore from her lips as she felt his finger penetrate the tight entrance to her anus. Knuckle deep, his finger slick from her juices as he claimed the tender passage.

  “You give me this when I want it and Saber won’t have to worry—and neither will you—about that sweet cunt. I just need to fuck, baby. I don’t need to love you. That’s for you and Saber to fight through.”

  His finger stretched her anal tissue, rasping against it in erotic demand as she trembled on the edge of an almost insane arousal. He could have her now. Her body trembled, her rectum relaxing around his finger as he groaned in relief. His fingers retreated. He gathered more of her juices, returned, eased inside her again. Amelia whimpered, her muscles clamping on the invading digit desperately.

  “Mike. Get the hell out here!” Saber’s big body moved out of the forest across from them, his eyes blazing, his voice cold.

  Amelia whimpered as the finger eased from her ass.

  “It’s a promise, Amelia,” he whispered then. “Say yes or no now. You won’t get another chance.”

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  She watched as Saber came toward them, the front of his pants filled with his erection, his eyes glowing dangerous.

  “Hurry. Time’s running out, baby.”

  “Yes.” She watched Saber, knowing she couldn’t bear for anyone else to take what she knew was his, but also knowing her body was so greedy for a fucking that even that would be a relief.

  “Good girl.” He patted her buttocks before letting her up.

  “Amelia.” Saber stepped into the tent. “Are you okay?”

  She straightened up, aware of the guilt, the hunger, swirling around them.

  “He wasn’t…” She shook her head. “We weren’t…”

  He stepped closer, his hand cupping her cheek. “As long as it’s not rape,” he whispered. “Whatever you decide I’ll abide by, Amelia. Anything but force, baby.” He gave Mike a hard look.

  Behind her, Mike cursed. “I wouldn’t force her, Saber.”

  “Stop.” She held her hand up at both of them. “Go away. Both of you. I have work to do.”

  “You need to rest,” Saber protested.

  “No.” She shook her head, afraid to stop. Afraid of her own weakness. “I need to figure this out. Now both of you go away.”

  Surprisingly, they did just that as Amelia trembled as her body weakened. She could still feel Mike’s finger in her rectum, feel the greed in which her body had taken it. Damn. Was there a cure?

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  “There isn’t a cure.”

  She stood before them fully dressed, pausing as she paced the length of the shuttle.

  “It’s like animal instinct. Deserted planet, lush and ready to support life, like a fertile woman. From the instant male and female entered the atmosphere, it went crazy. Our bodies went crazy with it. Biological instinct. Breed and procreate. Fuck me, fill me, impregnate me.” Her hands rose as she paced, unaware of the effect her description was having on the two men.

  Cocks that were already hard pulsed in demand. Fill me. Fuck me. Impregnate me.

  Yeah, they thought separately, they could do that. They watched her, hunger blooming inside them.

  “Get your heads out of your dicks!” she snapped as she turned back, seeing their almost dazed greed. “Are you paying any attention to me at all?”

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  “So the cure is to get the hell off this planet?” Saber shook his head. “Damn, Amelia, it’s not like we haven’t been trying.”

  Frustration was eating them alive. She could see it. Feel it. Her gaze connected with Mike’s. Saber’s control was legendary. He would die before he would force a decision on her. It was eating them all alive.

  Amelia pushed her fingers through her hair, shivering in the late evening air. Her body was still damp from her earlier shower, though the cold did little to still the heat flaring within her.

  “Look. We need to sleep. Tomorrow we’ll try to figure it out,” Mike suggested evenly, though Amelia could see the anticipation in his face. “Let’s get ready for bed and maybe tomorrow we’ll have some answers.”

  Saber sighed as weariness seemed to overcome him. “Yeah. We can hope.”

  They entered the shuttle, then the cramped sleeping area. Fully dressed except for shoes, they took their places on their sides as Saber lowered the thermal blanket from the supports and tied them down. His back was to her, his body tense. Mike was facing the other way. Amelia shook her head. It was becoming too hard, too frustrating, to deny the hunger sizzling between them. One of them, she knew, would make his move soon.

  She just hoped Mike fulfilled his promise.

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  Chapter 5

  Amelia shifted restlessly in her sleep, slipping into a drowsy haze as she felt her shirt loosening, then being drawn slowly from her body. Slowly, so that she wasn’t certain if it was real or a dream. Just as carefully, the undershirt was discarded before hands moved to the clasp of her pants. She was on her back. How? There shouldn’t be room.

  Her eyes opened, blinking in the soft glow of the low heat lamp above them. Mike was drawing her pants from her body, his gaze hard, a reminder. He had promised her.

  Her heart raced as her panties came next, leaving her naked, her body laid out for him.

  His lips kicked up in a grin as he motioned for her to turn back to Saber. She rolled back to her side, barely containing her moan as the tips of her breasts brushed against his back.

  “Amelia.” Saber whispered her name as her arm came over his waist. He wasn’t asleep, but she knew he would fight it, knew he couldn’t give in first.

  Behind her she felt Mike’s fingers part her buttocks, his hands demanding as he moved lower in the bed. She gasped, tightening as she felt his tongue lick down the narrow valley until it came to her puckered anal opening. What was he doing?

  Indescribable sensations swept through her body as his tongue began to circle the little hole, alternately probing against it and licking around it sensually.

  His fingers pulled her buttocks farther apart, his tongue fucking in shallow strokes into the sensitive opening as she gasped, her hips bucking, frantic cri
es building in her chest. He didn’t touch her pussy. Didn’t lick it, or draw on the thick juices flowing from it. It was Saber’s. They both knew that. He wouldn’t cross that line.

  Long minutes later he moved again, kissing his way up her back until he was fully behind her once again. Then his fingers, cool and slick, pressed against her anus as he pushed at her legs until one lifted over Saber’s. She heard Saber’s indrawn breath at the same time she felt the fingers working up her anus. She was breathing roughly; small moans escaping her throat now.

  “Saber.” She whispered his name as Mike filled her with two, broad fingers, reaching in deep, filling her ass with fire.

  Did he know what Mike was doing? She could feel him harshly breathing, his body tense, so rigidly controlled she was afraid he did. She bit her lip, her forehead pressing against Saber’s shoulder as Mike’s fingers pulled back, stretching her, preparing her, working three rather than two fingers up the tight, heated hole.

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  moved back, pulling at her, placing her on her stomach before raising her hips to allow the head of his cock to nudge at her anal opening.

  “Saber.” She was almost sobbing his name now, so aroused, so filled with heat, she felt she would ignite into flames at any minute.

  Mike’s fingers parted her buttocks. His cock pressed against the opening, making it flare over the slick, hard contours of the bulging head. She moaned in desperation, feeling the pain sear her insides as it rode the back of a pleasure so intense she could barely breathe.

  “Now,” she heard him whisper a second before the full, erect length surged hard and hot inside her rectum, wringing a hard scream of pleasure and pain from her mouth.

  Sleep had barely drifted over him when Saber felt the movements behind him.

  Amelia had been rubbing her swollen, cloth-covered breasts over his back, driving him crazy as he fought to tamp down his arousal. As he neared sleep, though, he felt Mike moving. Undressing her. Turning her. A soft moan whispered around him as he felt the movements behind him before she lay against him again, fully nude now, her nipples like brands in his back.