Ellora's Cavemen: Tales from the Temple I

by Various

  Her choice, he reminded himself as he fought to keep from turning to her. It had to be her choice. She had to do this without fear of emotion, fear or reprisals from him. His conscience couldn’t stand it otherwise.

  Saber could almost see the couple behind him in his mind’s eye: movement at his hips as her leg was lifted atop his, a strangled, sleep-thick growl of pleasure from Amelia. Was Mike fingering her pussy? Sinking his fingers inside the hot depths? Saber knew Mike was going to fuck her.

  Saber tried to force himself to halt the act, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t order the other man not to touch her. He felt Amelia being shifted to lie on her stomach, her hips raised as Mike moved behind her. Saber’s cock jerked in hunger. He wanted that pussy.

  He wanted to fuck it first. Needed to fuck it first.

  The air within the shelter was steamy now, the scent of delicate aroused cunt thickening the atmosphere. Amelia moaned his name. A strangled, almost pained, gasp as Mike continued to work his fingers inside her. Saber imagined them sinking up her pussy, stretching her little entrance.

  He knew when the other man went for the kill. Felt both bodies still, then Mike moving his hips in a hard, surging thrust. But rather than a cry of pleasure, a scream tore from Amelia’s throat.

  Saber turned, moving to his knees, his eyes wide in the dim light of the shelter as the sight before him shocked his senses. He was a man of varied sexual tastes, had thought nothing could shock him, nothing could arouse him to greater heights than he had seen already.

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  There was Mike, fully naked, his hands gripping Amelia’s buttocks, pulling them apart, his head thrown back in sublime pleasure with his cock buried thick and hard up the botanist’s tight little back entrance. He wasn’t fucking her pussy, wasn’t taking the sweet channel Saber thought of as being his. Rather, he was taking her anally and groaning desperately at the ultra snug fit as Amelia writhed against the impalement.

  “Saber.” Her voice was high, thready, mixed with pleasure, pain and shock. Her shoulders were flat against the mattress, her head turned, her eyes staring up at him in blinding arousal as Mike kept her hips elevated, his cock tight up her ass.

  Mike moved then, drawing Saber’s attention back to the sexual act taking place. As his cock withdrew to the dark, purpled head, it glistened with a thick coating of the lubrication they had been using to find their own relief. It caused his cock to shimmer, drawing attention to the flesh stretched tightly around it.

  “Damn, she’s tight, Saber.” Mike was panting for breath, sweat gleaming on his face, his eyes glittering with lust. “So fucking tight I can’t stand it.”

  Saber watched, almost in a daze as the other man thrust back up the snug chute, drawing a strangled cry from the woman he impaled. Mike was fucking her ass with slow, deliberate thrusts, letting her feel every stretched tissue, every nerve his cock stroked over.

  “Saber.” She was whimpering his name, staring up at him as lust contorted her features. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

  Hunger was eating her alive. He could see it in her eyes, in the hard ripples that attacked her body as Mike claimed her tender back hole. And she was sorry? It was the most erotic sight he had ever seen, watching her being impaled, skewered on the thick erection plowing up her tight ass. His cock was so damned hard, his own lust rising so sharp, he could barely breathe.

  He lay down beside her, his hand going to her sweat-dampened hair, his face level with hers.

  “Is it good?” he asked her softly, knowing she was loving it, the pleasure and the pain contorting her features into a mask of desperate, agonizing lust.

  “Hurts,” she panted, though her hips were moving back each time Mike withdrew.

  “Good hurt?” he asked her gently, knowing there was a difference. “Or a bad hurt, baby? I’ll make him stop. Tell me if you want him to stop.”

  Tears glistened in her eyes as she stared up at him. Innocent. Damn, he could tell by her eyes she had never been taken anally, never had anything fucking her ass with so much as tentative thrusts, let alone the hungry strokes Mike was using to plow into her.

  Her hands were clawing at the mattress under them, mewling sounds of need escaping her lips. He licked his lips, surprised at his own arousal, his own need now.

  Mike was fucking her harder, his thrusts shuddering through her body as she watched Saber with guilty emotion. She was loving every stroke, but he knew the emotions that had been building inside her for him were flaying her.

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  “It’s so sexy,” he whispered against her lips, watching her eyes widen in surprise.

  “Watching him stretch you. Seeing his cock take you as you cry out, Amelia. I’ve never seen anything so arousing in my life.” His lips were brushing hers with each word. He was breathing each puff of air shuddering from her body as she was taking his breath.

  “Needed you.” She was dazed, flying now on the pain and pleasure Mike was filling her with.

  Yes, she had, he thought. Her lush little body had been moving against his back while her tight ass must have been moving against Mike’s. He smiled tightly, his cock jerking in his pants.

  “You’ll get me,” he promised her then, seeing lusty greed overtake her expression.

  “I’ll take you, baby. Give you everything you need and more. Mike and I both will.”

  Mike was fucking her in abandon, thrusting hard and fast inside her as she fought to breathe, her body tightening, the intensity of emotion causing her to tense, to prepare to fight. He could see the fear starting to fill her eyes as her body began to shudder with the approaching storm.

  “No.” He held her still as her shoulders flexed to try to rise. “Stay still, Amelia.

  Relax, baby. Just relax. I’ll hold you. I promise, I’ll hold you here.”

  The sound of slapping flesh and sucking sex filled the small shelter as Mike began to give her every ounce of strength left in his body. Powering into her, taking her like she had been born to be ass-fucked, throwing her body into a sensual storm that Saber could only watch with rapidly rising excitement.

  As Mike plowed in a final time, his body twitching, his voice hoarse, thin, as he announced his explosion, Saber watched Amelia flame. Shudders tore through her body, jerking her as though electricity had been sent straight into her rectum rather than Mike’s hot seed.

  She screamed out Saber’s name as he held her down, her mouth opening helplessly as she writhed against the explosions tearing through her. Her orgasm was a beautiful thing to witness, tightening his chest with emotion; filling his cock with a hot hunger, driving him insane.

  Finally, long minutes later, Mike eased his shaft from the clenching hole as Saber came to his knees and released his own straining erection. As the other man collapsed beside Amelia, Saber turned her to her back.

  Mike’s come was still easing from that snug back hole as Saber tucked the head of his straining erection at the portal of her swollen pussy. She trembled then, tears glittering in her eyes as she stared up at him.

  He wanted to take her easy. Had wanted soft kisses and a slow buildup to a heat that would live in her memory forever. But lust was riding him like a demon, making it impossible to give her what he knew they both wanted. Later, he promised them both silently. Later.

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  was killing him when all he wanted to do was thrust in hard and deep. But he was larger than Mike. His cock thicker, longer, and above all things, he didn’t want to hurt her.

  Amelia prayed she wasn’t dreaming again. She could feel the tenderness in her rectum, but even more, she could feel Saber working his thick cock inside her greedy depths, stretching her, making her scream out at the sensations as Mike had been unable to do, even buried in her ass.


  Saber touched a part of her no man ever had. As she knew no man ever would. He stared down at her, his gray eyes almost glowing with lust and approval as his erection worked inside her slowly, parting her, filling her with agonizing pleasure.

  “There, baby,” he whispered down at her as he finally worked every straining thick inch up her desperate cunt. “So tight and hot. Nothing has ever wrapped my dick like this.”

  She shuddered at the explicit words. Beside her, Mike had moved, lifting her arm, his head lowering, his mouth enclosing the peak of her breast, his teeth and tongue rasping the sensitized nipple.

  Amelia jerked at the added sensation, her hips surging against Saber, driving his cock deeper inside her weeping pussy.

  Saber fought to hold onto his control now. He watched Mike with narrowed eyes as Mike nursed hungrily at Amelia’s full peak. His eyes were closed, his cheeks flexing tightly, hands wrapped around the full mound as he plumped it up tighter.

  “Saber,” she cried out as her muscles flexed around his cock, her eyes darkening, cheeks flushing brighter. “Please.” Her hips jerked again. “Oh God, Saber. Fuck me.

  Fuck me hard.”

  He couldn’t hold back. His hands gripped her thighs as he began to pump hard and deep inside her, forcing past the resistant tissue, her screams echoing around him with every hard, driving stroke. Pain and pleasure mixed, just as it had been for Mike. But Saber heard something more now. Heard her chanting his name, begging as she hadn’t begged the other man, staring into his eyes, her own widening as he felt the hard contractions begin within the snug channel he was stroking so roughly.

  Her orgasm was the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed. Her slender body arching to him, her mouth opening, head thrown back as a thin cry shattered a part of his soul and he felt her juices sear his cock. There was no holding back then. He slammed in hard and deep as his cock jerked then exploded with his own release. Hard, hot streams of seed shot deep inside the blistering depths, dragging a cry from his throat and opening a part of his heart.

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  Chapter 6

  They emerged from the shuttle the next morning, each going to their jobs automatically, nothing being said about the events of the night before. They had work to do. An assignment to complete until they were rescued. Saber had no doubt that eventually they would be rescued. He just hoped it was soon. Amelia was a little thing and his own sex drive, strong at the best of times, seemed to have taken a surprising leap. And Mike wasn’t in much better shape. He was terribly afraid she wasn’t strong enough to take their hungry needs, and he’d be damned if he would see her hurt.

  Nothing could ease the memory of watching his friend piercing Amelia’s tight little butt. Seeing his erection drawing back, sinking inside her, had nearly had Saber coming from that sight alone. Seeing Amelia lost in the haze of sensations that the act caused had been even better.

  He had known when he first met her that she would fulfill every sexual fantasy in his life. He would own her. He would prove that ownership today. He had allowed Mike to take her first because he knew Amelia had no emotional involvement in the other man. It was sexual, pure and simple. The strange infection of biological needs and natural lusts were filling them all. Because of it, Saber refused to make that first move, refused to take the choice out of her hands. Her acceptance the night before had his instincts screaming now.

  When they had awoken, Saber’d handed her a clean T-shirt and panties, throwing her shirt and pants out of reach. She had stared at him, her brown eyes surprised, her soft hair falling around her face in a halo of silk. Mike had watched the byplay with curious eyes.

  Amelia had taken a deep breath, moved to the bathroom to wash up and dress and returned wearing only the skimpy shirt and panties. She’d moved out of the shuttle then and headed to work. Saber had then turned to Mike.

  The other man had looked tense, prepared for Saber’s anger.

  “We’re stuck here,” Saber finally sighed. “We agreed what would happen if it came to this. I won’t let my emotions interfere. But if she says no, it means no, by God. You hear me?” he questioned the other man, his voice harsh.

  “Will you ask her to say no?” Mike asked then.

  Saber could only shake his head. He wouldn’t ask her to say no. Wouldn’t demand it. Hell, he didn’t even want her to. Strangely enough, the thought of sharing her was more erotic than it was painful. He had seen her eyes; saw her fear and her love for him the night before. But he had known all along that Amelia was different. The biological urges caused by this planet be damned. His Amelia was a sweet little submissive ready 185

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  and eager to give him anything that turned him on. And she had known, had seen his arousal the day before, when he caught Mike spearing her tight ass with his fingers.

  Mike nodded with a sharp, abrupt movement. “Time-share,” he muttered. “Son of a bitch, more like a wet dream come to life.”

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  And that was exactly what Amelia was. A wet dream come to life. When the heat built and midday came fully upon them, they looked up from the receiver they were working on to see Amelia standing before them.

  “I’ve been bad,” she whispered in a soft little voice that had Saber’s cock jerking beneath his pants.

  “You have?” He rose to his feet then, aware of Mike’s slowly building excitement.

  “What did you do?”

  He could see the excitement sparkling in her eyes as she moved her hand behind her back and showed him the glass pestle. It was streaked from her cream, the juice lying thick and steamy along the knob.

  Saber narrowed his eyes on her. “Very bad,” he growled, his hands going to his pants to release the snaps. “You know what happens to bad little girls, don’t you, Amelia?”

  Her eyes were drowsy, her cheeks flushed with arousal.

  “Their daddies spank them,” she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

  “Son of a bitch,” Mike whispered in growing arousal behind him.

  “Clean the pestle, Amelia.” He kept his voice hard. “With your mouth. Suck it clean.”

  Frantic blistering heat filled her eyes. Her mouth opened as she took the thick device into her mouth. The knob disappeared past her lips as she began to lick and suck her cream from the pestle. Saber shed his pants quickly, his cock hanging thick and hard from between his thighs as she showed him the now cream-free pestle.

  “You are a very bad girl,” he whispered. “Come over here and suck my dick, bad girl, then I’m going to punish you.”

  She went gracefully to her knees, her mouth opening in hunger as he sank one hand into her hair and with the other guided his throbbing erection to her lips. She enclosed it instantly, sucking it into her mouth as her tongue began to caress it with fiery licks.

  “Saber,” Mike groaned behind him with muttered excitement.

  Saber growled. This was his. The other man could have his turn later, after Saber’s seed filled every orifice where her body could take a cock.

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  She was sucking him with deep, hot strokes, her fingers cupping his balls, caressing them gently as she moaned around his flesh. Saber could feel his scrotum tightening, drawing up at the base of his cock as he fought to hold back his release.

  He thrust slowly in and out of her mouth, enjoying the heat and moist suckling, determined to make it last. Damn, she was good. Her mouth was pure delight. His hands held her still as she took him nearly to her throat, moaning around the hard, throbbing flesh as she sucked him with hungry abandon.

  “I’m going to come,” he warned her as he gritted his teeth against the pleasure.

  “Remember, little girl, good girls swallow.”

  She groaned, her need only rising now , her lips drawing on him, moving over him in a greedy motion as he began to fuck her mouth harder. He would fill her mouth, then see about taking that hot,
tight little ass.

  His hands tightened in her hair, a groan ripping past his throat as his cock jerked then exploded, filling her mouth with his semen. Hot, hard jets filled her mouth as she fought desperately to swallow every drop he was spilling down her throat. And he was still hard.

  “Saber.” Mike’s voice was more insistent now, hungrier.

  “Wait your fucking turn!” Saber snapped as he drew his flesh back from her lips, staring down at her wild eyes.

  “You swallowed it all,” he muttered, his voice rasping, thick. “But you were still a bad girl, fucking yourself like that. Daddy has to spank you now.”

  “Don’t spank me, daddy,” she whispered as he drew her to her feet. “I’ll do better next time.”

  “Too late,” he growled, pulling her into the shuttle. “That pestle went up your pretty pussy when I told you no. Now you have to pay.”

  He had never spanked a woman in his life. He had dreamed of it. Craved it, but had never done it. He sat down on the large mattress in the sleeping area, jerked her over his lap and ripped her panties from her plump ass.

  Mike had followed, naked now, his cock jutting out, jerking each time Saber’s hand landed on the pert cheeks.

  Amelia was bucking against him, crying out at each pounding slap as her taut little ass turned pink, her pussy grinding against his leg as he paddled her. He felt her skin heat, heard her cries rising and still he struck her. He as fascinated, growing so damned horny from the sight of her blushing cheeks that his cock throbbed like an open wound.

  He smoothed his hand over her burning butt then, his fingers tucking between her thighs.

  “Hand me the lube, Mike,” he ordered the other man.

  The tube was there instantly.

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  He opened her blushing cheeks, ignoring her little pleas, her vows to be ‘a good girl’ from now on. He laid a line of the gel down her cleft, set the tube aside and began to work it up her little hole.