Darkest Love

by Melody Tweedy

  Something inside Rain snapped. He knew he was going to do it.

  I’ve got to have her. At that moment he knew if Sola made a move, he would return the advance. He would take her. He wanted it with all his being, and heaven seemed to be urging him on.

  Everything was egging him on. His soaring new emotions, the shake of Sola’s hips.

  I want it.

  He wanted it: to stain the world’s most innocent girl.

  Sola’s lips were on his. Rain squeezed her hips with two greedy hands and surrendered. Her torso was pressed against his, breasts soft and lush against the hard hill of his pecs. It was dick-hardening thrilling to receive her uncertain tongue. It did not match his stroke-for-stroke like Annie’s, but held back like a shy puppy.

  Ohhh…

  It was a turn-on to get that reminder of Sola’s inexperience. She was a sexual noob; she could barely walk. Her breasts may have screamed eternal sex goddess and that ankle-grabbing move might have topped anything and everything Rain had seen in the most delicious erotic films, but…this was a girl.

  Goddess body. Fairy laugh. Newborn puppy shyness. It was a winning combination.

  Rain’s penis was so hard, it threatened to burst his seam. He imagined it sliding out of his pants and into the hot slit between this woman’s legs, as easily and naturally as the waves crashing on the shore of her island.

  At the thought of Sola’s pussy, Rain felt a blast of heat move into his loins. He reached down with a rapist’s greed and squeezed Sola’s ass, growling at the feeling of that soft skin, that sweet, fuckable cheek at the mercy of his fingers.

  SMACK. He gave her ass a smack. It was so sharp and hard and hearty he would not have been surprised if it awoke the birds.

  Sola seemed to come alive at his aggression, gripping his back harder and biting his lip with new confidence. Oh boy. If this got any hotter, Rain would wrestle Sola to the ground and take her under the bird-filled canopy. Oh, how she would scream. Her screams as he pumped that sweet body would silence any living souls around.

  Sola may have been shy at first but she was a zero-to-sixty-in-3.5 sexual accelerator. Soon she had truly caught up, and was overtaking him in the freaky displays department.

  The princess started licking Rain’s face. When he chuckled she only laughed and licked harder, running her tongue over his cheeks and into the folds around his nose. She paused at his chin, giving it gentle flicks. This treated Rain to the most adorable view: her eyes looking up at him through wiry brows, trying to gauge his reaction. Those eyes sparked with anticipation and naughtiness.

  “Bad girl. I’ll show you who’s up for grabs.”

  He grabbed Sola around the waist and pulled her to the ground in one motion, treating himself to a view of bouncy breasts jiggling. Wowee. Their shape hardly changed as her body twisted. The princess’ bosoms were gravity-defying, firm and new as summer peaches.

  Perhaps she is younger than twenty.

  Sola’s squeal pierced the air, rattling the trees with new bird-activity and bringing a smile to Rain’s face. When she was spread on the ground, framed by rocks and grasses that offset her mocha skin, Rain joined her.

  He didn’t climb on top, though he wanted to be there—badly. He bent a knee, crouching at her side.

  “Lie with me, Rain. I want to surprise you.”

  “Oh?” Rain grinned. “You don’t have a magic rock in your hand, do you?”

  Before he could think, Sola’s lips were around his dick. The princess sprung up to a kneeling position, and fumbled with the string of Rain’s shorts. The shorts fell without any drama, as if they were in conspiracy with Rain’s climbing cock.

  Oh,God.

  Her mouth had covered his length. Those eyes were beaming up at him like lights, watery with effort, slightly pained–probably for the first time ever, as she gagged. But soon the irises filled with pleasure and the lushest sensation spread through Rain’s body. He threw his head back and moaned, rattling the forest himself. The sound screamed up the tree trunks and into the heavenly canopy.

  “Oh, Jesus.” Another moan ripped the air as Sola’s head blasted up his shaft. After she had rolled him back out she worked his tip with that tongue, meeting his eyes. Flick, flick, flick. It was beyond hot to see her working that pink pad at the end of his penis–it was the same color as the pussy he was dying to enter.

  She did not break eye contact. I am a lucky man. Sola became more liberal with her licks, running her tongue all over the head of Rain’s penis as if it was a swirling lollipop, and each corner had a different flavor. A feeling of déjà vu hit Rain as he watched her eyes, wearing the same expression of mischief they’d had when the tongue flicked on his chin.

  The princess has gone down.

  Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

  When she’d had enough of that, she blasted up the shaft again, taking Rain’s entire erection in, up to her throat, allowing no contact with her pearly teeth.

  This time she didn’t pause. Sola’s head blasted up and down, again and again, so quickly and firmly Rain thought he would explode right there. Her hair flew around her hard-working head. Rain could do nothing but moan. He stared, trying to hold in the massive orgasm that was building at the base of his body, ready to power out and mark this woman as his own.

  This untouched woman. He tried not to think about it, lest the force of his blast take her several feet, right into the granite rocks by the clearing.

  “Sola.” Pant, pant, pant. “How do you know how to do this?”

  He regretted asking, because the princess pulled her head away. She stared up, gasping. Her eyes watered. Her cheeks were flushed with effort.

  “You think I know nothing Rain. But I know much. I have seen you and Annie through the window. And I have talked to my sisters–my tribeswomen. They told me”–she placed her own finger between her teeth, then withdrew the pearly whites, showing only lip. No teeth.

  “You’re doing a great job.” Rain could barely speak. And you… spied on us?

  “I watched Tiltu also.” She smiled at her own naughtiness. “I sneak there and I watch. They never see me.”

  Her lips were on him again. This time Rain grabbed her naughty head and worked it for his pleasure, winding his fingers through her hair and guiding her head, working it up and down his erection to his liking. He roared at the way she worked her tongue, flicking it on the underside of the shaft even when he was moving her at full speed. Finally, when he could take it no more, Rain came. His whole body trembled, and his hands brought Sola face-to-face with his abs. Her nose pressed against his flesh, the end of his penis brushing her tonsils.

  An extreme finish for a naughty girl. His orgasm may possibly have shattered the earth. Rain released the princess, letting her fall in a squealing, gagging heap to the grass.

  When he had mustered enough breath, Rain squatted at her side, taking her in his arms. “Princess. Sola! Are you okay?”

  “More than okay, Rain.”

  “You are amazing.”

  They embraced under the canopy, hearts beating as if the bloody pumps wanted to reach each other through the lovers’ skin. Rain could not believe it. He had sullied the princess, and loved every second of it.

  Chapter 15

  Annie looked unsettled when Rain got back to the hut. She was leaning over a journal, trying to read but clearly distracted by some thought that kept pressing on her brain. Rain’s eyes darted around as he walked in, stepping softly. He had hoped the place would be empty.

  No such luck. Annie looked up and said five terrible words:

  “I cannot believe what’s happening.”

  Images of angry tribespeople flashed through Rain’s mind. What if Sola had told her warriors about their tryst? The men would be here as soon as they could get a decree from her lips. A shower of spears would arrive before the men did. Rain would probably get a spike through the back before he even managed to turn around.

  His stomach dropped. A terrible truth dawned on h
im; his life was now in the hands of the princess.

  “What is it, Annie?”

  “You didn’t see?” She stood, pushing the journal across the table and throwing her pencil after it. “Photographers on Sivu! The place is overrun. A boatload of them arrived from New Caledonia today. The tribesmen were hollering about it: these men with black boxes. They meant cameras! Thank God the Kaamo don’t know what a photograph is. If they knew they were being documented, they’d probably throw some weapons.”

  Rain nodded, relieved the news didn’t involve him…and Sola. It was better than: Get the hell out of here! Our sex life is over, and you can sleep next to the Kaamo settlement. Sola told her warriors about your blow job, by the way. So you probably won’t sleep very soundly.

  Rain’s heart rate dropped. “So the Kaamo have a belief prohibiting images of people? Like the Australian aboriginals?”

  “I really don’t know. None of them have ever seen an image of themselves. So an opinion has not been formed.” Rain and Annie had both studied the indigenous Australians of New South Wales. Early Australians had been shocked when they first saw photographs of themselves, believing that the white photographers had stolen their souls.

  “So what’s the problem?” Rain asked.

  “The sheer number. Photographers are all over the place. I overheard them gossiping about the princess. Breathtaking this and Jennifer Lopez that. They want to get a picture of her, Rain. They’re paparazzi.”

  Rain pursed his lips. Annie was right, this was big. Sivu was a special place for researchers because the Kaamo were so untouched by Western influence. That was why he and Annie had come.

  If anything was going to ruin that, it was a bunch of twits trying to get a snap for TMZ or the Daily Mail. The purity of the Kaamo would be compromised. Sivu would be ruined, not just for himself and Annie, but for all the researchers who came after them.

  Although…in the back of his mind Rain was aware of his hypocrisy. I think you have compromised the Kaamo a little yourself, Rain, he chided himself.

  A white man’s dick inside their princess...That’ll do it.

  He would definitely not be including that in the ‘Sources of Error’ section of his report. “How do you think the photographers heard about Sola? How did they find out how…” He gulped. “…good-looking she is?”

  “I’ll tell you what it was,” Annie said, ignoring Rain’s praise for Sola for once. “It was Paulo, the linguist. That guide we had in the early days. Remember? He must have gone back to Sydney and spread the word that a photo opportunity awaits. He probably spun a story about Sola’s virginity and how she looks like a goddess. So they all streamed in to get a shot.”

  Rain nodded. “It’s probably time to wrap up the fieldwork.” A convenient twist…

  “Oh no, not just yet. I’ll get some great notes about native reactions to this event. Rain, it’s a modern-day invasion. Just outrageous!”

  Rain wanted to agree, but the cognitive dissonance would have made his brain explode. Oh yeah, Annie, he imagined himself saying. Speaking of invasion, my dick invaded her earlier. He rolled his eyes instead, then threw himself on the bamboo bed, wrapping a pillow over his head and trying to shut out the world.

  * * * *

  Annie’s homage began excruciatingly. Rain sat through the first minute of toe-licking frozen with guilt.

  It was not an emotion he was prone to. Guilt was simply not Rain Mistern’s style. He had always seen life as too much of a game, too much of a thigh-slapping cosmic joke or hearty rugby scrum, to be prone to feelings like that.

  Partly it was because he himself did not hold grudges. As a boy, if a classmate flicked yoghurt at him during lunch he would simply break that boy’s crayon during Art class. No fuss, no tears, no muss.

  As a teenager when another guy stole his girlfriend, his recovery took the form of a two-step plan: 1) Casually spread the word about the girl’s bee-sting breasts, and 2) find a lovelier ass and set of breasts and take them to prom. He made sure to lead his new girl—the prom date—up the stairs while his cuckolder watched from the drinks table. Nobody’s eyes were on bee-sting’s non-cleavage–that was for sure!

  A sweet female bum in a cocktail dress: the perfect accessory.

  For him.

  And as a man, Rain had a similar attitude. Life was a series of conquests. Women, tenure, awards—they were like coins he picked up in the Super Mario Bros video game that was his life. One loss could be cancelled out by a string of wins. Extra points if your enemies saw you on your hot streak.

  I am not really a jerk, Rain had thought many times while Annie was scolding him. One of his exes had explained it thus: Rain had a roughhouser’s soul. He saw himself and the people around him as a pack of butt-sniffing golden retrievers. There were neck bites, growls and snarls, and Rain was happy to take as much as he gave. He didn’t dwell on injuries, and he didn’t feel guilty about the injuries he himself caused.

  And yet…

  Right now, as he watched Annie licking his foot, he felt guilty. He couldn’t help imagining that he had put his women in a hierarchy. Sola, with her virginity and exoticism, was elevated today, having sucked him off in the forest. And Annie? She was reduced to licking his feet. That was the fate of a woman—Annie—who cared for him and who wanted to open up to him.

  It was also her punishment, partly self-inflicted, for a sexual past he did not approve of.

  Wow…am I a jerk?

  He watched Annie’s tongue dart in and out of her mouth. His foot was really getting spoiled; not an inch of it had not been covered with luscious licks. He had memorized the texture of her tongue, slick and ever-so-slightly rough. The end of her tongue could curl up as dexterously as a pointer finger signaling come-hither. It was a smart pink organ indeed.

  Annie’s face! It was so giving, so worshipping. This was truly a homage. She had never looked so submissive, so totally his. Not even when she was going down on him proper.

  Rain shifted uncomfortably, torn between his uneasy thoughts and the erection that sparked up whenever Annie moaned, or when her breasts jiggled. He also felt his dick climbing when she pulled a certain face. He thought of it as her face, and had teased her about it over several scrambled egg breakfasts. “You pull this face, when you’re going down on me. Like you’re concentrating so hard. You’re a mother cat, licking your favorite kitten in your brood. All your nurturing instincts have been engaged.”

  “So you’re saying my brood is...your penis?”

  Rain nodded, and his grin earned him a hand-slap and a playful flick of feta cheese over his shirt. “It’s gorgeous. It’s like nothing exists but your task.” He licked his lips. “And by your task I mean my cock.” He gestured down. “Very hot. It’s nice to feel like my penis is the center of someone’s universe.”

  “A mother cat was an unfortunate metaphor.”

  “A very intelligent cat,” Rain had reassured her, taking a sip of his coffee. “Cat-goddess. Egypt-style. Just waiting to be pampered.” He winked. “Once she finishes the job.”

  It had been a long time since he and Annie had had a New York breakfast with clattering cutlery and easy banter. Sivu was a different world. Rain didn’t know if it was the heat, the intellectual intensity of journalling, the contact with the Kaamo, or the lush landscape. But when they were here things became… intense.

  “Let’s do the leash,” he said suddenly, unable to banish troubling thoughts: Sola on his dick, Annie on his foot–even lower. “We’ll take a walk to the shore with it.”

  “Rain,” she gasped. “There were photographers all over the island today. The boat has gone but… well, what if a new boat arrives? Or if they’re camping out?”

  “At this hour there will be no one around.” Rain needed to get some fresh air, to see a wide horizon.

  He clicked the leash on Annie’s collar, smiling as she winked in his direction, startled by the tenderness that rose up in his chest.

  “Safety word is ‘Princess’,�
�� he reminded her.

  It was finally dawning on him that he had feelings for Annie. They were stuffed in his chest, nagging him, possibly contributing to the other, semi-cosmic feelings he was having. Everything Rain thought he knew was evaporating away.

  Or maybe I’m just going nuts, he thought as he followed her bare ass to the doorway. Annie crawled: through–right palm, left palm, right palm, left palm.

  .… Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle…

  Right knee, left knee.

  He watched her ass moving as she crawled. The cheeks took turns jutting out. First one would tense, then the other, reminding Rain of two hot twins taking turns leaning in to dominate a conversation.

  Rain gulped. Her butt gave way to a little waist. Her breasts played peek-a-boo at the sides of her torso. Her blonde hair streamed down over her arms like shining beads in a bohemian door curtain.

  Stay in character Mistern. “Faster!” he barked, putting on his aggressive Dom voice. He knew she was expecting it.

  This is for Annie, too, not just you. She wants to work through her issues.

  Annie squeaked as her foot caught on a bump in the doorway. Rain raised his own foot and gave her a kick in the rear. Annie did not turn around. She stared ahead, neck low and straight, as she had been taught, and moved towards the lapping river.

  The sunset sky was stunning–steaks of pink and coral covered the horizon like spilled pastel paint, swirling in dreamy patterns. Rain breathed in the fresh, salty air.

  A lump of emotion rose in his throat as he looked at Annie’s bum, legs, back and head. Her body was so womanly and fleshy against that grand sunset. How small she was and yet… how grand. It struck him that what she was doing was massive.

  Here was a woman who was brave enough to explore the trauma of her early family life. Those nasty experiences: beatings and betrayals and kicks in the bum. She was going through it all again: the victimization by her parents and sisters.

  She’d been pushed to the ground as a child, left alone.

  Now she was a woman, crawling on the sand, bound by a leash. Rain watched her soft body. It was framed by a magnificent sunset indeed. His throat clogged so much he gasped new breaths of fresh air.