by Fox, Jaide
“Well, it looks like you’ve done a fine job of alienating your fellow women,” said Cassie, glancing over at them where they whispered in the corner. “I can’t help you against those men--you know that. You’re on your own, Ebony.”
Ebony raised her head. “On my own?” she whispered.
Then she turned and looked straight at Cassie. “Well, hell, I like that a lot better than having to worry about saving all of your asses.” She grinned. “As of right now, as far as I’m concerned, it’s every girl for herself.”
***
The other men returned with stacks of wood and started a fire in the hearth on the far wall. The room became a little smoky from the poorly working chimney, but one of the men poked around in the flue for a bit and eventually pulled out an old bird’s nest. Then the smoke cleared out and the women quickly gathered around to soak up the heat.
Soon after, as darkness fell, the hunters returned with cleaned poultry and leather pouches full of nuts. They spitted the birds over the fire, and after a short while they all enjoyed having fresh meat in their bellies. They wasn’t enough for them to feel full, but at least they were no longer starving.
Ebony truly appreciated having something besides the tough, dry jerky to eat. She spent some time cracking nuts and munching on them until the last of her hunger subsided.
At last, the women laid themselves down to one side of the warm hearthfire to sleep. The men stretched out and formed a pattern around them. She could see Damon blocking the door with his body, while Fallon lay directly across from her near the hearth.
As the sounds of wakefulness died away, replaced by quiet snores, Ebony lay on her back on the hard-packed earthen floor. Her mind raced, preventing sleep, and her body ached from the concrete-like floor.
Ebony hated to admit it, but she just wasn’t cut out for roughing it. She missed having simple luxuries and a soft bed to sleep in, even if it meant she’d eventually have to produce a baby for a pig. She belonged in a city, not at wherever the hell these rebels were taking her.
Finally she heard the tell-tale sound of Fallon’s raucous snoring. She cracked an eye open and glanced across the short distance between them. She could have reached out and touched him to make him stop snoring, if she’d wanted.
The man must have sleep apnea or something with the god-awful racket he made. It seemed louder and more obnoxious than ever before. Maybe the smoke from the fireplace made his sinuses worse.
Ebony sat up and glared at him, watching the rise and fall of his chest. She rolled onto her knees, carefully creeping closer to peer at his sleeping face. She squinted at him, trying to see if he was as deeply asleep as he appeared--and suddenly his eyes popped open.
She gasped and reared back, but he caught her arm and dragged her down to the floor. Ebony scuffled with him, trying to get away without waking up everyone else in the room, but she had no chance against him. Fallon subdued her movements almost instantly, rolling on top of her in front of the smoldering fire.
He dipped his head down, placing his lips so close to her ear that she could feel the heat of his breath tickling the shell. A chill rippled down her backbone. “Trying to escape again?” he asked, his warm breath puffing over her sensitive flesh.
A few of the others stirred in their sleep, but otherwise remained quiet.
Ebony squirmed, fighting against the chills gripping her nerves in an unbidden, but delightful, wash of heat. She craned her head away from his mouth, glaring up at him. “No,” she whispered. “I--I just--“
“You just what?”
She turned her head away--the only part of her that she could move while he lay on top of her. “I just wanted to go outside.”
“Outside?”
“Yeah. To--you know--“
“To relieve yourself?”
She sighed. “Yeah. Can I go now?”
To her great relief, he raised himself up and shifted off of her. “Go. I will follow you.”
When she glared at him, he merely returned a cold stare. “I will follow. I told you that you will make no further attempt to escape.”
“All right.” As slowly and as quietly as she could, Ebony got to her feet and padded to the door, carefully stepping over the sleepers as she did. Fallon followed her closely, and she wondered again at how a man so big could walk so silently.
She refused to turn around and look at him, though he remained just a few paces behind her. “Would you please give me just a little privacy?” she asked, in her most exasperated tone. “You know very well I can’t run anywhere out here tonight.”
“Go, then, and do what you came out here to do. I will wait.”
“Hmmph.” Ebony stepped out into the edge of the trees surrounding the house, lifted her ragged skirts and crouched down, wishing for the millionth time to be back where modern plumbing was the norm.
In a moment she had straightened up again, and tried to smooth her ripped and dirty clothes as much as she could. Then a little movement from up above her head caught her eye, and she turned around to look at it.
Once again, as before, the three moons were visible. It was the slow tumbling of the third moon, the small white one, that had caught her eye. And then, all around the sky, she saw again those strange and garish big red and blue stars that seemed to be scorching holes through the darkness.
Ebony looked away from that strange and terrifying night sky and hurried back towards the house--but then she could not see the house--she must have turned the wrong way--she tried another way, another path, but could see only trees and darkness--and then she collided with something solid.
“Fallon!”
Ebony pulled up short as she found herself in his grip once again. “I told you--I would not let you try to leave,” he said, in a very low voice.
“Oh, for pete’s sake, I was not trying to leave!” she cried. He clapped his hand over her mouth to silence her, but she simply reached up and pushed his hand away. “I just got lost,” she said. “I haven’t exactly been out here before, you know. I usually went on vacation to Disneyland or maybe to Vegas. Places involving kidnapping, rape, and starvation weren’t high on my list.”
She pulled away from him. To her surprise, he did not grab her again. Instead, he put his arms around her shoulders, drew her close, and kissed her gently.
Ebony could not have been more surprised if he’d pulled out a gun and shot her. But she was so relieved at a show of kindness, of comfort, that she found herself returning his kiss.
But the moment of tenderness did not last for long. His entire body seemed to have turned to iron as he held her, as if all the tension of many long years had suddenly risen to the surface. Before Ebony could react, Fallon had pulled her down to the soft earth and pinned her there with all his weight.
Instantly she was on her guard again, for the all the good it would do her. She struggled a bit, but of course, it did no good. “Really, we’ve got to stop meeting like this,” she mumbled, through gritted teeth. “As much as you might believe you should have been king, that is no excuse to take me against my will.”
He settled more comfortably on top of her body, crushing her into the earth with his gigantic frame. “Against your will?” He almost laughed, but Ebony could feel how hard and ready he was against her thigh.
“I wasn’t going anywhere,” she insisted. She was having a hard time catching a good breath. She began panting.
He raised himself up a bit and looked down at her heaving chest with a gleam in his eye. “I don’t believe you, Ebony. You’re a liar. Not to be trusted. I told you I would punish you.”
“I wasn’t trying to escape. Let me go! You’ll wake everyone up,” she said, with her teeth clenched.
“Why would you hover above me inside the house, then? Do you want my body?” he asked, and there was a devilish look in his crystal blue eyes.
The light from the moons made his hair look like burnished silver. She stared at him, half afraid of what he was trying to do and half antic
ipatory.
“I do not want you!”
“Quiet,” he murmured, “unless you crave an audience.” He dipped his head to nibble her chin. His hand, once holding her arm, freed her bicep to cup her breast.
Ebony sucked in a sharp breath. “Stop that--or--”
He raised his head. “Or--what? What will you do, Ebony Raines? You have caused me a lot of trouble. I should devise some punishment for you. But don’t worry--I will see that it does not give you lasting harm,” he murmured, lazily tracing his lips along her jaw.
“I’d rather take the beating,” she whispered furiously, ignoring the way her nipple puckered under the stroke of his thumb against it.
“That can be arranged. I’ve wanted to turn your brown bottom up and run my hands over it to see what color it would turn beneath my palm,” he whispered in her ear before dragging his teeth over her earlobe.
Ebony gasped in outrage, reaching up with her free hand to dig her nails into his forearm. He raised his head to look at her. “What are you doing?”
She said nothing, but just continued to try to draw blood from him with her nails. “I only wish my nails were longer. And sharper.”
A predatory smile turned up the corners of his lips, mirroring the look in his eyes. Slowly, he rolled off of her and pulled her back flush against his front. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he spooned her, holding her tight against him. “You’ve escaped punishment again, little one. For now,” he said.
Ebony relaxed a bit, and actually pressed back against him just a little. She’d practically forgotten what sex was supposed to be like--warm, loving, fulfilling--wanted--desired--
“Or are you sure you want to escape it?”
Ebony shuddered, recognizing the jab of his great hard cock in the small of her back. A strange feeling had come over her, pulsing low in her belly, like an ache, and the heat running through her veins seemed to turn her thighs to jelly.
She didn’t like it. Not one little bit. She should push him away and get up and go back in the house. She’d had enough of men pushing themselves on her...the next time the choice would be hers...the next time...
***
Damon sat up in the dim light of the house. He had heard some slight noise, something out of the ordinary even among a large group of men and women crowded into one room. And then he saw that Fallon’s place was empty--and so was Ebony’s.
Silently he rose to his feet and made his way through the sleeping bodies, until he reached the door. Damon slipped outside, pausing to listen for any strange sounds on the wind and to smell the breeze for any scent of woman. In a moment he turned towards the small stand of trees just a little ways down from the house.
***
At last Fallon rolled over on top of Ebony and pinned her hard to the earth, grinding his hips into hers, and kissed her insistently with lips that were both hard as steel and soft as liquid heat. And unlike the way it was when the king forced himself on her again and again in the harem, she found herself opening up and responding to Fallon--to his strength, and his protectiveness, and to his genuine desire for her.
Ebony relaxed and kissed him back. Hey, it would be nice to get a little that does me some good, too! She thought to herself.
But then she stopped suddenly and tried to sit up. “What’s wrong?” Fallon said, raising up off of her a little.
“Well--if I do have to go back to the harem--and went back there knocked up--well--depends on how long it’s been--maybe I could fool the king--I’ve been able to fool him on just about everything else up to now--“
Fallon grinned. Then he started to laugh. And he laughed so much that he rolled right off of her and lay on his back on the ground, giggling like a little boy.
“What’s so funny?”
“Ebony--please—” he said, gasping for breath. “Whose brother am I, again?”
She sat up. Then she looked at him. And then a slow smile spread over her face. “Oh, yeah,” she said, and started giggling herself. “You’re not just the king’s brother--you’re his twin brother!”
“I am.” He rolled on top of her again, straddling her hips with his knees on the ground. “And tonight, I am the king of this small part of the universe.” Fallon reached down and pulled off the top of her sari, and then pushed up her skirts around her waist. The panties he simply ripped away.
Ebony gasped at the slight sting of fabric giving way against her skin.
His mouth caught against her collar bone, branding her with hot, nibbling kisses that stoked a fire deep within her belly. She thought herself incapable of feeling arousal anymore, closed off to the sensation of desire. It’d been so long since her body had been her own, that feeling Fallon tenderly stroking her body made waves of heat flood her system.
Her cleft wept with arousal, creamy and ready for his intrusion. She closed her eyes and reached up for him, very glad to at last give in and actually enjoy a sexual encounter again. She reached up and pulled him down to her, and gasped when she felt the long slow glide of his thick cock against her moist center.
She’d avoided the missionary position with the king, wanting to avoid seeing his face or having him look at her at all during the countless sessions with him. Now, feeling Fallon’s eyes roaming over her skin, she felt thrilled and delighted. She tried to remain level-headed, to not give all of herself over to him, to retain her mind while experiencing pleasure.
It was difficult with the delicious sliding of his member in her tender folds. How different to be readied before being penetrated. She’d almost forgotten what foreplay was like.
Shivers skimmed her skin in the dark, rustled to life by the contrast of cool night breeze and Fallon’s warm, puffing breath.
“You’re so beautiful in the moons’ light, Ebony,” he murmured, stroking a hand down the length of her body until he thumbed across her hip.
She spread her legs, allowing him to sink against her, and the glide became a push. The tender edges of her vagina opened like a flower, allowing his insistent cock to push inside her welcoming body. She felt herself gush around him and arched off the ground to get closer, to let him sink all the way inside.
Ebony bit back a moan, digging her nails into his arms as she tried to resist her natural inclination to scream her head off.
An audience was not something she wanted right now.
Fallon grunted, his body tense as he held back from her. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he gritted out. “You’re so tiny and fragile.”
“I won’t break, if that’s what you think,” she said on a chuckle, rising up to meet him stroke for stroke. Already she could feel her insides tightening with the need for orgasm. She’d been so long without one, she’d forgotten what they felt like.
Somehow, achieving an orgasm or even trying with the king had felt like a betrayal to herself. She hadn’t wanted to enjoy anything about him, even though she’d known she was stuck with him until he tired of her.
Now, she could enjoy herself without lingering feelings of guilt. To have the burden lifted made her feel like floating on air.
Ebony caught Fallon’s hand and brought it to her clit. “Pinch it. Rub it.”
He gave her a quizzical look, then rubbed the fleshy button. Immediately, she was panting beneath him, thrashing her head and feeling the tension rising within her with every rub of his rough thumb.
He groaned, sinking into her with a pace that had them both sweating and breathing heavily. “I did not know you Earth women had a love button I could press on your body.”
She moaned, grinning. “Some Earth men don’t know it either.”
He grinned and buried his face against her neck, breathing hot and hard and sending shivers all over her skin.
The tension rose to unbelievable heights. Her body clenched around his cock, fisting him. She relaxed her muscles, trying to gobble him up with her pussy, striving for completion before he could finish. His body seemed on the edge, about to give in to bliss and she needed to join him with a des
peration she felt in her soul.
Fallon pinched her bud, rolling slick fingers against her, and suddenly she was there. Ebony fell over the precipice, tightening around him, gasping and moaning uncontrollably as ecstasy claimed her body in a magnitude of pleasure she was unable and unwilling to resist. The cresting waves seemed to go on forever, wringing every ounce of pleasure she had in her body.
Her clutching, grasping pussy dragged him into the riptide. He shuddered against her, thrusting once, twice more, and finally collapsed in a heap on top of her. He rolled off quickly, bringing her to snuggle against his big body.
Ebony nuzzled his chest, enjoying the warm tingles and the scent of his skin.
“Wow. I needed that,” she said, breathless. “I feel like I’ve had a headache for six months and it’s finally gone. Phew. What a relief.”