by Lux Miller
She tugs down the breeches, and my dick springs forth, bobbing at attention like a soldier awaiting his commands. She raises one eyebrow and smirks, licking her lips painfully slow. She reaches down with one hand, gently wrapping her fingers around the base of my dick one by one. My breath quickens as she squeezes her palm around me, and an indescribable feeling of rapture floods my senses. What’s she doing to me? Because it sure as hell doesn’t feel like that when I grab it…
I force my eyes open, my mouth locked in a surprised ‘O’ as I watch her slide her hand along my length and back down. She leans down over my chest, flicking her velvety tongue across my nipple. The damn traitor hardens to a nub as she pulls it between her lips and sucks on it, then pulls back, capturing it between her teeth. I know what she’s going to do before she does it. But when she bites down on my nipple, I yelp in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she tightens her hand around the base of my cock.
“Drake, relax and let it feel good. Let your body do what it was designed to do… Humans have been fucking for millennia. You may be new to this game, but I assure you that I know how to move the pieces. There won’t be any prophecies fulfilled here tonight. You might be cursed to be haunted and hunted by Odin’s maidens, but I’m no maiden…”
Chapter Eleven
Nova
I know I’m playing with fire by dangling temptation in front of Drake. He’s made it very clear that he’s avoided having sex because he doesn’t want to fall into a trap of fulfilling the prophecy of the Berserkers. I’ve heard the legend - every Nomad has. It’s a remnant from a bygone era when our people worshiped the gods as sentient, living beings. The biggest and the strongest of the men were sent to war, and many didn’t come back, slain on the battlefield by their enemies.
It was easy then to blame a woman, and what was more tempting to a virile man than a virgin maiden who had not yet lain with another? Avoid all the pretty virgins, and the soldiers could avoid being chosen by the Valkyries to become raging, mindless warriors destined to die on the battlefield. With his tattoos and timid reactions to the way I’ve touched him so far, there’s no doubt in my mind that truth or lie, Drake believes the stories. And the belief in something is half the battle to making it real...
There’s a risk I’m taking by engaging in intimacy with him that the legends aren’t stories at all. But right now, there’s no great war happening on Earth. The zombie virus is gone. And the civil skirmishes among the tribes aren’t something that a long-dead god is going to enact a curse to assemble a super army over. Besides, it’s been weeks since I’ve gotten down to business with anyone, and I think I’m secretly dying inside. I seriously think my vagina has sprouted cobwebs in the time since I last slept with Skink. Even then, the sex with him is mundane. I need a little excitement in my life… a little danger... and things have been anything but boring since Drake dropped into my life.
And Drake is an entirely new breed of man. He's had my full attention in a whole new way since the moment he proved that chivalry didn’t die in the middle ages. I mean, really, what kind of man saves a strange woman twice and then doesn’t ask for anything in return? Granted, he did kind of steal from me… but to be fair, he stole what I’d already stolen from the Navians, so I don’t even know if that cancels out his own theft. He stole the boat too, but I helped him. So, that makes me complicit in the thievery. It’s like we were meant to meet or something, and the stars aligned at the right moment to bring us together.
Which is why I’m not wasting my opportunity to blow off some steam. After nearly dying a few times over the last day, I think I’ve earned the right to have a little fun. And honestly, the sight of Drake basically naked has my mouth watering from the moment I push his breeches down and his cock springs to life like a ship’s mast. It’s probably sturdier too because damn that thing is rigid with the slightest curve to the left. Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to regret this one bit… not if I can get him to loosen up and let go of his insecurities and his fears.
So I do what any good girl would do, and I grab hold of his dick, wrapping my fingers around the base of it tightly to ensure that I can keep a good grip. Then, I slide my hand up and down his length, slowly at first, to gauge exactly what I’m working with. Is he going to be the kind of guy that pops his top because I look at his cock? Or is he one of those that’s going to take a bit of prying to get him to relax enough to get his rocks off? Either way, I guess I’m going to find out, because he’s anything but horrified as I stroke him.
I lean down over his sculpted chest and pull one of his nipples into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around it until it hardens into a little bud that I’m able to get my teeth around. He tenses up like he knows what I’m going to do, but he still yelps with surprise when I bite down on his nipple, then soothe the mark with my tongue. I keep my hand going at a steady rhythm along his dick, not too fast and not too slow. Just enough that he’s not going to spend himself immediately. I make sure pressure along the most sensitive part of his body is steady enough that it doesn’t stop feeling good until he can no longer hold back.
When I tell him that I’m not a maiden and that he doesn’t have to worry about his silly prophecy, something flashes in his green eyes that makes my pussy clench with desire. He lifts his hips, pushing his cock into my hand more, his voice raspy as he begs, “Nova, please…”
He didn’t specify what he’s pleading for, but I’m not going to make him ask twice. I smile and let go of his cock, watching as it bobs sadly among the little forest of hair that surrounds it. I shiver as I turn my back to him and rest each of my hands on one of his thighs, dragging my fingernails from near to his knees to his upper, inner thighs. Despite the smattering of chestnut hair that covers his thighs, I can still see the gooseflesh that pops up all along his skin as the man groans deeply. The timbre in his voice sounds like a growling beast.
I inhale deeply and wrap my hand around his cock again, holding it upright as I lick my lips to moisten them. From his angle, he probably has no idea what I’m about to do. My suspicions are confirmed as he reaches up with his meaty paw and grips the skin-tight fabric of my pants in his fist and tugs them down, exposing one side of my ass to the cool air in the room. Inhaling deeply, I lean down over him and slide my lips over the crown of his cock. I stop briefly when I hear the very pronounced, sharp intake of breath behind me.
My heart is racing in my chest. The sound of it echoes in my ears as I stay frozen, except for my tongue. I press it into the slit on the underside of his dick. Despite the minimal foreplay, there’s already a bead of saltiness there that I swallow down with a moan around him.
And then he surprises the shit out of me by lifting his enormous hand and slapping it hard against the bare skin of my ass. It makes a resounding pop sound as his palm connects with my asscheek. I gasp in surprise, losing my positioning and sliding my lips more than halfway down his length. I quickly regain my bearings and pull back, letting his dick slide out of my mouth as I glance over my shoulder at him. But he doesn’t notice, because his eyes are closed. He gropes my ass with the hand he just popped me with before sliding his hand across my ass and yanking the pants down the rest of the way.
I brace for impact as I take him back into my mouth because I’ve been with men like this before. And there’s more where that came from. A moment to assert his dominance since I’ve got his dick in my mouth and otherwise all control of the encounter. But to my surprise, he doesn’t do it again. He does whimper like a kicked puppy as he lifts his hips, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth until the head grazes against the back of my throat. It catches me off guard, and I gag slightly around his dick. Like flipping a switch, he mumbles something that sounds almost like an apology behind me, trying to pull away. But I’m not going to let him retreat like a turtle hiding in its shell.
I sit up and turn back around so that I’m facing him as I lick my lips. Tilting my head to the side, I wait until he opens his eyes to peer up at me. There's a look of surpr
ise on his face as he lays there with his dick still hard as a rock between his legs. Smiling, I ask softly, “Do you want me to stop?”
He stares at me with his mouth open like I have three heads. He shakes his head quickly as he holds his hands up in surrender, “Gods, no… but I can’t promise to be timid and tame while you do that.”
I nod, then tug my pants back up, crawling over him until I’m able to settle between his legs on my knees, wrapping one hand around the base of his dick again. I lay the palm of my other hand on his inner thigh and push until he spreads his legs further so that he’s splayed out on his back, and I have unfettered access to his cock. Smirking, I murmur, “I wouldn’t want it any other way…”
Before he can reply, I sink my lips over his length, pressing my tongue into the floor of my mouth so that I can take the head of his dick halfway down my throat. The sounds that come from the top of the bed are ferocious and feral as Drake’s entire body tenses. His muscles are hard under my hand where it’s resting against his inner thigh. I bob my head along his length in a rapid succession of movements that have him writhing on the bed. But I don’t let up in intensity as I continue to pleasure him. I'm trying not to gag as he bucks his hip with abandon as the blowjob wears on, pushing past fifteen minutes of me sucking and slurping along his cock.
The spurt of warmth that assaults the back of my tongue catches me off guard as he unloads down my throat. The heat of his release is swallowed before I even realize that he’s come. But I sense that he isn’t finished, so I don’t let up. I continue to suck him off and milk his dick until Drake’s hand finds its way into my hair. He grips tightly against the back of my neck as he growls like a hellhound. The sound is frightening as I try to pull away, but find that I can’t because of his grip on me.
Instead, he dumps another load of hot cum into my mouth, coating my tongue in the tangy saltiness of his flavor. My lips are still wrapped around his dick, so as I swallow it down, some of it dribbles out of my mouth and down my chin. When his painfully tight grip in my hair releases suddenly, I sit up, gasping for air. He lays there on the bed, beads of sweat trickling down his sculpted chest. I swipe the back of my hand across my mouth, giggling at the bug-eyed expression on his face. Licking my lips slowly, I crawl back up the bed beside him and pat his chest gently as I curl my legs underneath me and peer down at him.
His mouth is set in an unreadable expression as he reaches down with one hand and manhandles his dick, poking and prodding at it like it’s a science experiment. “That was… fucking incredible, so why won’t it… go away?”
I curl up beside him with a smile as he tucks his still-semi-hard penis into his pants, though I can still see the outline of it. “Because it feels good, Drake. To have another human bring you to a kind of pleasure that you can’t wring out of yourself is something that’s special about being human. Procreation was designed to feel good so we'd do it a lot and perpetuate the species. Even though we can’t reproduce anymore, it doesn’t take away the fact that it still feels fucking amazing to play…”
He swallows hard and turns on his side, narrowing his eyes at me. Smiling, I pat his arm as I muse, “I take it you’ve never had your dick sucked before, either?”
He shakes his head as he rests his hand on my hip. “I’ll admit that was the first time anything has touched my dick besides my own hand, but I fucking guarantee you it won’t be the last…”
He worries his bottom lip, and I can almost see the gears turning in his head as he drags his eyes down my body, pausing at the top of the waistband of my pants. “I want to taste you,” he manages to spit out, and his words all but break the dam on my self-control. Skink was never a man for foreplay, so it’s been a time long since I’ve felt the pleasure of a man’s face between my legs. I’m nodding before he even has the words out of his mouth.
“There’s not a lot you can do wrong with it. It all feels good, so you really just have one big decision to make—”
A cleared throat at the doorway draws both of our attention, and I blush to see Finn standing there awkwardly. He's refusing to make eye contact with either of us. Fuck… how long has he been standing there? Was he watching? Or did he just stumble in after the fact? Drake was pretty damn loud when he shot his load... both times.
Finn pushes his shoulders back, barking out orders as he looks anywhere but at the bed and the guilty expressions on our faces. “Kira has asked me to take Drake, if he’s feeling up to it, down to the first level that’s flooded. To see if we can locate anything useful in helping her figure out what the hell Freya meant in her ominous message. And how she’s supposed to identify the pieces of this powerful, ancient, supernatural magic when she finds them. Seeing as empty stone buildings tend to echo and it certainly wasn’t Kira and I sounding like a couple wild animals mating, I’ve a feeling that he just might be up to the task…”
Chapter Twelve
Drake
Describing my mood as conflicted is the understatement of the year. On the one hand, feeling and watching Nova practically swallow my cock was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever experienced. The head’s still sensitive as it rubs against the inside of my breeches. And I’m silently cursing the Outlander for interrupting what I’m certain wasn’t finished.
On the one hand, knowing that the Outlander I’m following right now into a remote area of what’s supposedly the ruins of Atlantis, was likely watching Nova suck my dick, stirs an unfamiliar feeling in my gut. It's twisted up in the most uncomfortable way. On the other, knowing that he’s going to give me a serious run for my money if he turns out to be an enemy is also daunting.
I’m a big guy. I’m used to having the upperhand, but judging from this dude’s broad back and bulging arms, I’m going to hazard a guess that we’re well-matched in strength. Considering he’s an Outlander, I doubt I’d be able to easily outsmart him, either. A surviving Outlander is a smart one. So, I guess I’d better hope he’s on my side like he says he is. At least we have one thing in common — our hatred for the Navians.
“Relax, man. The girl’s cute. And those lips…” He shudders, but I can almost hear the smirk in his voice, “I’d have done the same thing.”
Okay, so we have two things in common. Knowing he finds Nova attractive does absolutely nothing to stamp down the pang of jealousy that bubbles in my gut. I know it was just something fun for her. From the way she talked, it’s something she does regularly, but it was incredible for me. Something I’ve only ever imagined happening. I’ve never been good at sharing, either. So the thought of this guy having his dick shoved halfway down Nova’s throat like I just did, makes me stop following along behind him as I grunt suddenly.
He turns to look at me with a chuckle. I probably look like a rabid beast right now with the way the corners of my mouth are pulling up into a snarl, but I don’t find anything amusing. He rubs both hands over his face with a groan, then holds them both up as he lowers his head slightly. “Whoa… down boy. I said I would, not that I will. I’m a loner. I don’t do involvement, and I certainly don’t insert myself into other people’s drama. Your type is known for your wild, orgy parties and screwing each other ‘til the kingdom comes, but I know better than to dip my dick into a claimed woman.”
I blink and shake my head quickly. “She’s not… I haven’t…”
Finn chuckles and closes the distance between us, slapping a hand against my shoulder. “No judgement, remember? Whatever she is to you, you can stop baring your teeth at me, because I’m not a threat. You’re the one whose cock got sucked. I’m smart enough to know when to walk away…”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I motion to the solid brick wall in front of me. “Perhaps Outlander, but are you smart enough to know when you’ve cornered us into a dead end?”
He walks up to the place where I’m looking and shrugs his massive shoulders. “Reality is in the eye of the beholder, Nomad. Though, I’m sure you have a name.”
Something about the way he flippantly
addresses me makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. This is where the Outlanders and the Nomads differ. Nomads are a people of honor and ritual and history. We cling to our past so that we can preserve our future, but Outlanders… they just… do. They don’t think about things or the repercussions that their actions might have. Something about this guy irritates my sixth sense in a way that I can’t quite describe. “I am nobody and nobody is mine.”
He pushes on several bricks, then exhales dramatically and turns around to look at me. “Really? We’re going to engage in the whole horse and pony show? Fine, nobody, since you’re adamant about making this difficult, push on some bricks over there or something so you can avoid my Outlander cooties. Though I assure you that the zombie virus would eat through my brain the exact same way it would eat through yours.”