Captive Heroes

by Springer, Jan

  Between the huge ferns, she lay on her tummy on the soft warm moss, her elbows upon the ground and her hands tucked beneath her chin.

  The water sparkled as he stood knee-deep in the river and washed himself about forty feet away. The gentle, slow strokes as he lathered the corded, tanned muscles on his chest mesmerized her.

  Magnificent beast.

  A fissure of guilt sliced through her over the stab wound on his shoulder. He hadn’t covered it and the angry, red gash was a constant reminder of how violent she could be when threatened.

  Quickly she brushed aside her guilt. He’d had it coming. If he’d been nice, like the first time he’d had her, she would have been more accommodating. But he’d scared her with his brutality. Instinctively she’d panicked and defended herself.

  But she didn’t want to think about that now. She just wanted to watch the erotic show he put on before he went to sleep.

  Glorious cock.

  Her pussy throbbed with longing when he dropped his loincloth to reveal a long, swollen, fully aroused penis. She ached to have it in her mouth. She wanted to taste him, to smooth her tongue over the swollen, round cock head, to listen to his groans of arousal…just like he was groaning now.

  Both his hands were stroking the enormous length of his cock. His eyelids were half closed and his breath was escaping quickly between slightly parted lips. She trembled at his masculine groans as they drifted through the dusky evening air.

  He looked so glorious standing in the river. A bronze, black-haired god. A powerful man who caressed his hard cock, urging himself closer into a pleasure land.

  Feverish heat and her own arousal uncurled through her body, and quietly she moved to a seated position. She untied the shoulder straps of her garment and allowed her flimsy top to drop. Staring at his sexy bedroom eyes, she smoothed her palms lightly over her tender nipples, her body throbbing in an erotic rhythm to match his moans. The featherlight touches on her flesh made her fantasize about him being here, touching her.

  Just thinking about him having his hands moving sensuously across her body had her aching and shuddering. Uncrossing her legs, she dropped one hand between her thighs and found herself wet for him. Her finger dipped like an erotic flame into her soaked vagina. She pushed her finger deeper inside and pulled it out again, parting her labia, and seared a creamed finger against her clit with a soft, tender massage.

  She’d been doing this, pleasuring herself, for the past several nights while he masturbated during his evening bath. Call it entertainment on her part, or a desperate need for human companionship any way she could get it. Spying on him while he touched himself drew her like a moth to a flame.

  She was the moth and she needed to be very careful with her arousal or he would discover her secret. For a split second, she had an odd sense of déjà vu that she’d been burned terribly by someone in the past. Someone other than the attacker she’d killed. But the feeling quickly vanished as the heat of desire erupted to the forefront of her thoughts.

  Her nipples hardened beneath the palm of her hand as she continued the featherlight friction. With each thrust of her finger inside her channel and back out to massage her clit, she relaxed the tight control she’d wrapped around herself after discovering that nasty man who’d almost raped her. Maybe she’d been in shock…or perhaps there was another reason? But she wouldn’t go there. Not now, when she was in the mood for pleasure.

  Several more hard massages and quick thrusts and she fell into exquisite shivers. Her pussy flared with erotic need and she jerked as hard bursts of tremors splashed through her. Gritting her teeth, she bit into the release. Bit into the moans and whimpers threatening to give her secret satisfaction away.

  * * * * *

  Blackie could just about drown in his memories of earlier today. The female he had for too brief of moments squirming beneath his body. While he stood in the river, the cool liquid brushing past his legs, his hands stroking the massive length of his swollen, bruise-colored flesh, he stripped himself of all thoughts of revenge. In his mind’s eye, there was just the two of them. Male and female.

  He groaned roughly as he imagined her on her knees and naked between his thighs. Her sweet mouth smiling up at him, her green eyes full of heat and want for him. Her delicate fingers roughly stroking his elongated cock. Her wet pink tongue licking his purple, blood-engorged cock head, her teeth pulling sweetly on his ring, creating a shocking satisfaction.

  Yes, she would enjoy his cock plunging between her full lips. All her fears of him would dissolve as she thought only of pleasuring him and herself.

  Her breathing would be labored. Just like his. Her eyes lust-filled for him. Her eyelids heavy and drooping in anticipation of knowing that when she brought him to the edge of climax, he would push her to the ground and she would lie flat on her back, knees up, legs spread. Her breasts swollen, her nipples red and pebbled.

  He would part her plump pussy lips with his fingers, opening her vagina that glistened with juices. She’d extend her arms to him in welcome as he came down upon her, his hard, swollen shaft sliding into her.

  As Blackie continued to stroke his cock, the desire for release grew almost to the point of pain. Yet he continued to hold back. He wanted to be here, wrapped up in this wonderful assault on his senses, for just a few moments longer.

  He swore he could feel the warmth of her succulent cunt muscles wrapped around his flesh as he penetrated her. She would moan as her tight vagina stretched, accommodating his erection, and she would cry out in both surprise and anticipation at his size, wiggling her hips beneath him as he drove into her over and over again, impaling her to the hilt.

  His control began to slip as he envisioned the sweet way she would scrunch her eyes as he withdrew and penetrated her again. His heart thundered in his chest as his body demanded release. Erotic spasms and violent tremors shimmered and burst along his shaft in lightning speed and the gut-wrenching explosions caved his self-control. From somewhere far off her sensual moans and sexy whimpers literally bounced across the water.

  Goddess of Freedom! If he didn’t know any better he would swear she was here, nearby, the whimpers of her arousal real. He sank deeper into his fantasy of her. Sank deeper into her succulent pussy. The bold plunges produced magnificent spasms that shifted like electricity through his cock and balls. Shaking with wild abandon, he released himself onto his hands, imagining his release into her.

  “You belong to me,” he groaned into the orgasm. “You will be mine. I will own you.”

  An answering sexy moan drifted through the cool night air. He stiffened with renewed awareness. Had he imagined that erotic sigh? Or was it, in fact, real?

  * * * * *

  A deep sense of helplessness assaulted Kayla Hero as the stranger continued to haul her through the dark jungle. Sharp irritation mounted through her too. Bursts of anger at the shards of pain zipping into the soles of her bare feet every time she stepped on a jagged stone. Her anger and frustration only increased as nasty branches sprang out of the darkness and whipped parts of her tender body.

  Man! She’d been a jogger back home, but this kind of running just didn’t cut it. She preferred pounding her running-shoe-clad feet onto cement pathways, not this uneven ground with an abundance of tangled vines.

  She was beginning to hate her rescuer. With every hour that passed her hatred grew. How dare he keep up such a dramatic pace, and how could she be so stupid as to mindlessly follow a stranger like this? Not that she had much of a choice with the powerful grip he maintained on her hand.

  She’d been rescued from being a prisoner in a cage to being a prisoner to him. Where in the world was he getting all his energy from?

  God, he’d been dragged behind the cage all day with virtually no water to drink and he’d kept up this grueling pace through the night. As she ran with him, gray sky splashed through the dense jungle growth. A new day was dawning.

  All she wanted to do was simply stop running and lie down on the ground
and let the ferns swallow her as she sailed into oblivious sleep. She’d never been so exhausted in her life and every muscle in her body sang with aches and pains from the brutal punishment.

  Suddenly, as if her brain shorted out, her legs buckled and she found herself falling. Pain seared her knees and the stranger cursed violently as he lost his grip on her hand. Thankfully he stopped and turned around, and for a moment she was almost overcome with immense arousal and compassion at those lash scars lacing his deeply tanned shoulders and chest. But when urgency and annoyance filled his gaze, defiance roared through her like a bursting damn.

  “I’m not moving from here,” she replied, totally surprised to find her voice strong and steady.

  “Get up. We must keep moving.” His sharp command and the serious determination in his warm brown eyes almost had her dragging herself to her feet. Almost.

  “Fuck off,” she snapped.

  “I recognize those two words as ones I do not like,” he said coolly. His eyes glittered with distaste and she almost laughed, but reined her amusement back to anger.

  “Oh fuck off,” she spat again, the irritation at his insistence they keep moving finally taking a firm hold. “I’ve had enough. I’m tired.”

  Despite her exhaustion, something deep inside her pussy called out to be filled by his cock. Warmth blew across her cheeks. Oh shit, she was blushing.

  She tried to maintain eye contact with him by thrusting her chin out so she could hold her head high in defiance, but her neck ached and she had no choice but to drop her gaze.

  His penis blatantly stood out from his body, pointing directly at her as if begging to be taken by her mouth. Although not wanting to, she reacted to having his cock so close. He smelled tantalizing. Irresistibly masculine.

  Primal urges awakened from somewhere inside her. Lust, deeply buried, sprang to life. Cravings she couldn’t put a name to threatened to sweep around her like a seductive blanket. If she wasn’t careful, they would push away all her common sense. She shouldn’t be reacting like this to a complete stranger.

  But she was! And truth be told, she didn’t care if she was reacting this way to him.

  Suddenly she thought how erotic it would be to sleep with this guy. To simply put aside all proper thinking about no sex on the first date—yeah right, like this is a date—and just go with her primal urges and have sex.

  For starters, she’d go down on him, suck him dry. God, she wanted to take his swollen flesh between her lips. To smooth her tongue against his hot cock.

  It seemed as if he knew exactly what she was thinking because a gentle touch on her right shoulder alerted her he’d moved closer. Purple laced his bursting cock head, the blood pooling and rushing through his long length and swelling his balls with his seed. Seed she wanted to taste. To have deep inside her.

  She moaned on a heavy pant and parted her lips. Her needs were taking over and she was going to just follow her instincts.

  “You cannot resist, can you?” His voice was throaty, full of lust. “You need me to quell the needs raging through you.”

  She gazed up at him, totally stunned. How did he know? But then she inhaled softly at the smug, sexy smile lacing his lips. Appreciated how hot he looked with the dark bristles shadowing his strong chin and high cheekbones.

  Excitement mingled with fear. She needed him to put out the fires racing through her like an inferno, but his cock might just be too big for her mouth.

  “Open wider.” He groaned as he thrust his hips closer to her.

  She did as he instructed, widening her jaw. The heat from his cock and balls washed against her face as he moved nearer. He pushed his immense erection against her slightly parted lips and she creamed.

  “Touch yourself. Your breasts and between your legs while I fuck your mouth. I want to watch,” he muttered and she became wrapped in the deep guttural command.

  Going totally and unbelievably on instinct, she ran her hand back and forth over her nipples, brushing provocatively, then reached down with her other hand and found her vaginal opening soaked. Dipping her finger inside her channel, she collected the warm juices and pulled out before splaying her fingers over her sensitive clit. While she stroked herself, the stranger slowly pushed his cock head into her mouth. He was moaning and breathing loudly as he sank deeper into her, stopping only when his cock touched the back of her throat.

  Man, having his hot, solid flesh in her mouth was so perfect. So right. He wrapped a hand near the base of his cock, preventing himself from going any farther, and then he withdrew and sank back into her, groaning at the entry.

  Heat spiraled through her at his primal, masculine groan. She gripped him tighter between her lips and at the same time massaged her nipples and clit faster. In moments she had a rhythm going in sync with his thrusts into her mouth.

  His long plunges made her tender lips bruised and hot. He stretched her jaw and throat every time he slid in, moving faster and faster. She met his thrusts eagerly, her tongue stroking beneath his cock as he entered. Her cheeks hollowed as she bobbed her head.

  His other hand sifted through her hair, curled around the back of her neck. His palm was a hot brand as he held her steady. His thrusts increased and so did the raw pleasure searing her senses.

  Her fingers stroked in and out of her sopping pussy at a faster pace, keeping up with his fierce plunges. He fucked her mouth like an expert. Fiercely. Perfectly.

  The skin on her body was ultrasensitive, every nerve ending on fire. Flashes of ecstasy exploded through her, gripping her, holding and preparing her for an oncoming climax. She moaned into the exquisite vibrations wrapping around her, her hips arching as she continued thrusting her fingers in and out of her pussy, making sure she stroked her clit on the way in. With her free hand, she played with her breasts, tugging and twisting her nipples.

  Erotic shivers assaulted her. Her pussy clenched and spasmed, making her wiggle her hips beneath the pleasurable onslaught.

  His thrusts came harder. He pounded into her mouth and she plunged into her pussy in the same erotic manner. He was driving his cock so perfectly that the tension unleashed inside her just as it was unleashing inside of him. The glorious waves came and swept over her.

  She cried out around his cock as he growled and came inside her mouth. Hot jets squirted. She greedily drank from him. She was so unbelievably thirsty.

  As he continued to pulse in her mouth, he murmured softly, tenderly, “Drink as much as you can. Drink. The more you drink the stronger you will get.”

  Yes, she must drink or she would succumb to the fevered heat flushing with lightning speed through every curve in her body.

  God, he tastes so good. A meal fit for a queen.

  Afterward, when her body stopped shuddering and his cock became dry, an unexpected strength flowed through her yet she remained aroused. When he pulled his semi-limp cock from her mouth, she reached out to him, wanting him back again. Wanting him to climb on top of her and take her. But before she could grab his hand and pull him down to her, he stepped away, out of her reach.

  Disappointment devastated her but within seconds she recovered her sanity.

  God! What was wrong with her!

  She’d just sucked off a complete stranger, masturbated in front of him and had almost pulled him down on top of her.

  “It is the swamp water.” He said it so casually she blinked with confusion.

  “Swamp water?”

  “From the Fever Swamps. The brown water. You must have drunk a little. When it enters your system, you become sexually hungry. You did not ingest as much as Piper, so I didn’t…”

  At the mention of her older sister, Kayla focused on one thought—finding Piper and her other siblings and getting the hell out of this erotic world.

  “Where is my sister? Take me to her.”

  Excitement shot through her and his face swam before her as she struggled to stand. To her irritation, her knees buckled and she couldn’t help but give in to her weakness, so she sat
back down on the ground with a plop.

  The stranger made no move to help her up. Instead he splayed his hand softly back and forth over her right shoulder in a reassuring manner.

  “We will stay here and rest. Your sister is with my friend, Jarod. They are…together, as we are.”

  Together? Like them? What?

  Did this brute seriously think they were already in a relationship because she’d sucked his cock?

  Okay, chill. Keep it together, Kayla. This isn’t Earth. Different customs here. Just go with it.

  She forced herself to slow her breathing until she was calm enough to ask the question that burned through her like a wildfire. “Okay, where is she? So she’s okay? What about Kinley? They were together. Is she okay too?”

  “Piper is many days away. Only she was found. I was to search for you and her. I found you first and I am to return you to your sister, Piper. Then I will search for the other one.”

  Her gut hollowed out in disappointment. Damn! She wanted to hook up with Piper and find out what in the world was going on here. Fever Swamp water or not, she needed to get away from this Tarzan hunk before she began begging him to fuck her.

  “We should go back and find Kinley. She had a head injury.”

  He shook his head, looked up at the gray sky and frowned. Unease slithered through her as she followed his gaze.

  Okay, so the skies weren’t pure blue like they’d been ever since she’d crashed onto this crazy planet. They were light gray, like rain. They would need to find shelter. But where did one find shelter in a jungle?

  “You will begin to have more urges soon. Let me know when you can no longer stand them.”

  Urges? Oh frigging great!

  She was already needing to have sex with him. To have him between her legs. Her pussy quivered and moistened. Perspiration dotted her warm forehead.

  Oh boy, yes those were definitely urges.