Atlantean's Quest Volume 2 Page 3

  Moreover, if she could experience the Atlantean heat, then could she also experience the sacred energy bind that bonded the women of Atlantis to their true-mates? The thought terrified her.

  Was Coridan powerful enough to have done this? She didn’t think so, but…if he were, would he sense her pheromones from her multiple orgasms, and come for her? Ariel didn’t know. She didn’t even know if he was alive or if she just wished it so.

  Ariel decided to come once more just in case.

  Santo’s chin dripped with her sweet juices. His lashes lowered to half-mast as if the mere act of pleasuring her intoxicated him. Continue, little man. He growled in appreciation. His tongue swirled and he nibbled on her clit with his white teeth. His mouth made little sucking noises as he gingerly explored her nether lips. Ariel could feel renewed pressure building. Raoul glanced down at the native between her thighs.

  “My turn,” he said.

  So you want a taste, too. She licked her lower lip. His eyes filled with such longing that she almost felt sorry for the man—almost. Do you think you can do better? He nodded, her nipple slipped from his mouth. Fine. You down there enjoying my tight channel, our friend here would like a turn.

  Santo glanced up, anger darkening his mocha features. He reluctantly rose, allowing Raoul to take his place. Raoul’s technique wasn’t quite as good as Santo’s, but he had a lot of enthusiasm.

  Santo, you may lick and bite my nipples until I tell you to stop.

  Santo dropped down beside her, then gave his partner one last scathing glance, before grabbing her breasts with both hands. If they were jealous of each other, it would make them easier to control. Ariel smiled. Santo’s moist lips toyed with her nipples as he rasped his tongue over her beaded flesh.

  For a human male, his sensual skills weren’t bad, although he was a little on the small side for her tastes. He had cropped dark hair, haunting black eyes, and mocha colored skin. If the size of his diminutive body were any indication of the size of his cock, he’d be unable to satisfy her no matter how many hours he put into the task.

  Only a warrior’s cock could sate her body.

  The thought sent shivers through Ariel. Once again, she pulled herself up short. There would be no warrior’s cock thrusting into her. ‘Twas the oath she’d vowed the day she became the Seer.

  The musky odor of sex filtered through the air as the men feasted upon her. Ariel’s pheromones surrounded them, enticing them, sending their need raging through their bodies. She was the match to their tinder, a banquet to their raging hunger. Any sign of control had been lost the moment they touched her. The scent was too much for Santo and Raoul to take, they became ravenous. Ariel shuddered in release one last time as the flap to the hut was pushed aside. She blinked, half expecting to see Coridan standing in the doorway.

  The two guards lapping at her flesh glanced up disoriented. Their eyes rounded to the size of camu camu fruit as they recognized who’d interrupted their carnal feast. They quickly wiped their mouths with the back of their sleeves, as if by removing the moisture they’d somehow erase all evidence of what had occurred.

  It was a pity that the Professor chose this inopportune time to arrive, considering Ariel was just getting started and beginning to enjoy their efforts.

  The professor stood in the doorway, hatred gleaming in his bug-like eyes. “What are you two doing? I told you to stand guard outside.”

  Santo and Raoul backed away, fear replacing surprise on their faces. “We…I mean…she…uh…”

  “Don’t say another word. I want you both back at your posts immediately.” He moved deeper into the room and the men scrambled past him. “As for you, I’m not sure what you’re up to, but I will find out.” The Professor turned to leave, but stopped short. “I thought you said your powers would diminish if you had sex.”

  Ariel kept her gaze locked on his repulsive face. “What I said was I’d lose my powers if I joined with anyone.”

  The Professor reached down and twisted her nipple to the point of pain. Ariel bit the inside of her cheek, refusing to cry out. The sound would give the slug too much satisfaction.

  “I suggest you make sure that you keep that body of yours unoccupied, unless you want me to allow the men to truly show you a good time.” He leered a second longer before releasing her. His hand trailed down her belly and over her shaven mons. He dipped one finger into the moisture of her weeping channel, stroking her clit in the process. Ariel’s muscles tensed. He brought the digit up to his nose and inhaled deeply. His face twisted in disgust. “But then again, from what I just witnessed you’d probably enjoy that.” Before she could register what he was about to do, Rumsinger took his moist finger and plunged it into her anus.

  Ariel shrieked in surprise as her body was rocked by an unexpected orgasm.

  Rumsinger slowly pulled his finger out of her ass and wiped her juices on his pants, then leaned next to her ear. “I guess I’ll have to think of something you wouldn’t like.”

  Ariel panted, gasping for breath. Anger surged through her muddled mind. “Don’t strain yourself.” Her voice came out on a hiss as she jerked her head away.

  She was going to derive great pleasure in destroying this man.

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  Chapter Three

  Night was upon the jungle as Coridan’s legs gave out. He crashed, falling to the vegetation-covered ground with a mighty thud. His lungs heaved in gulps of air as his body demanded rest. For a moment, he closed his eyes and sought out a mental connection. Vast nothingness answered. Coridan ran his hand down his face in frustration. Weary, he almost succumbed to slumber, almost dismissing the strange scent that reached his nostrils.

  His brows furrowed for a moment, tension filling his frame. In the next breath, his eyes flew open and his body came alive. Coridan’s cock hardened, pressing outward, tenting his loincloth. He swallowed hard and pushed himself up, fighting the fatigue with an inner resilience he didn’t know he possessed, until he sat up on the ground. What had roused him, he could not be sure. The scent was faint, as if the wind had been carrying it for miles. Vaguely familiar in its essence—yet not. Something told him he’d scented whatever it was before.

  As if seized by an invisible force, Coridan rose to his feet, pain from exhaustion pulling at his muscles every inch of the way. He turned to face the direction the scent hailed from, tilting his head from side to side. The jungle air pressed in around him, its hot breath brushing his skin. Whatever wafted on the breeze had invigorated him in more ways than one. He reached down and clasped his erect cock a second before releasing it. Had his mind finally snapped?

  The seductive fragrance came again, luring him back from whence he came, leading him in the direction of the Atlantean encampment. Unfortunately, it would take him two days to reach the place he’d once called home. His chest squeezed at the thought. Could he face returning to the empty dwellings?

  Coridan didn’t think he had a choice. The aroma wouldn’t allow him to do otherwise. It dragged and pulled at his body with unseen arms, wrapping around his cock like invisible fingers in a rapturous embrace. He had to find its origins. It was as if the fate of his heart and soul hung in the balance.

  Cries rang out from the jungle as the nocturnal animals started to stir. A harpy eagle screeched as it made a fresh kill. Coridan had traveled several hundred yards before he tripped and once again found himself face down in the warm earth. This time no amount of persuasion could convince his body to rise. With a long exhalation, he succumbed to mind numbing sleep, his last thoughts of the sensual aroma that was drawing him home.

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  The vision was hazy…a blonde woman stood naked with her hands planted on the wall of a small hut. He could not see her face, because her back was to him. Tall, she had long hair that seemed to snake its way to her shapely bare bottom, curling lovingly around the firm globes of flesh. The woman shifted restlessly as if in anticipation. Need slammed into Coridan, nearly knocking the breath from his lungs.
His cock expanded, growing impossibly hard until he’d reached full erection. The urge to claim raged through him.

  The woman quivered, sensing his presence. He stepped closer, still unable to touch her. She moaned and bent slightly at the waist, exposing the lips of her dew-covered sex like a flower spreading its pedals, waiting to be plucked. Coridan closed the distance between them. His arms encircled her small waist, pulling her flush against him. Her body melted into his seamlessly, like the last piece of a missing puzzle. The woman released a shuddering breath.

  Forgive me, fair one, but I must have what you appear to offer freely. He groaned, sliding his hand over her taut stomach until he reached her moist sex. His fingers gently parted her, seeking her hidden pearl. He stroked the tender flesh until her hips rocked rhythmically. Her breath came out in pants as she drew nearer her release. The need to feast upon her flesh, taste her, dominate her overwhelmed him. Coridan dropped to his knees, sliding his hands between her legs to give him better access. His thumb continued its torturous play, circling and flicking her clit, encouraging her wetness.

  From behind, he plunged his phallus-like tongue into her dripping channel. Her taste exploded in his mouth, nectar and honey, tart and spicy. He’d never had a woman’s essence intoxicate him so. He swirled and probed, stroking where his near-bursting cock would soon be. Her juices ran down his chin and still, he fed. She tried to pull away as the first orgasm rocked her, but his grip firmed, keeping her in place. He growled against her entrance like a feral beast, refusing to give up its prey.

  She was his.

  As the pulsing inside her slowed, Coridan pulled himself away. He stood quickly, ripping at the ties of his loincloth with one hand and holding her with the other. His massive cock sprang free. It took mere seconds for him to position the plum-sized head at her entrance and drive home, sinking his aching flesh in all the way to his balls. The woman shrieked, coming hard again. Her body convulsed around him, drenching his cock, as he began to grind his hips against her heart-shaped ass.

  Her channel clutched him, drawing him deeper, refusing to release him from its moist grip. Not that Coridan could go anywhere. Fate had him firmly in its grasp. He closed his eyes, inhaling the exotic aroma that emanated from her body, relishing the slide of her warm skin against his chest, honing in on the sound of flesh slapping flesh. Coridan decided this experience was as close as he’d ever get to meeting the goddess in the flesh.

  Little mewing noises came from her throat, encouraging him without words. He drove hard inside her, lifting her feet from the floor as he speared deep, nudging her womb. He wanted to make this moment as memorable for her as it was going to be for him. Coridan fought the urge to mark her, but the need was too powerful. He leaned over, gathering her tender flesh between his teeth at the curve of her neck and began to suck, drawing at her soft tissue. Thrust for thrust, he matched the pull of his mouth with his cock. She whimpered, her knees trembling, threatening to give out.

  He reached around her once more, one hand supporting her at the waist while the other found her clit. It only took a flick of his nail for her to shatter, her body slammed down on him like a vise, sending him spiraling in her wake. He bellowed as he spilled into her.

  Coridan opened his eyes and jerked upright, his hand still gripping his cock. Drenched in sweat, he blinked as the jungle around him came into focus. The fragrance of orchids perfumed the night air, along with the musky odor of sex. He groaned and released his shaft, fisting his hands in frustration. It had all been a dream. The woman was gone, taking with her the best fuck of his life.

  He fell back onto the ferns, his breathing still ragged. In his mind, he knew she was not real, yet his body refused to accept that fact. Her skin had felt as soft as feathers to the touch, while at the same time her flesh practically scalded him from the heat contained within. The silk of her sunshine scented hair had caressed his face in loving strokes, causing his flat disc-like nipples to bead.

  Hell, he was getting hard just thinking about the mysterious woman again. To his embarrassment, he had been so motivated by lust that he hadn’t bothered stealing a glance at the woman’s features. She could be a toothless, shrivel-faced hag for all he knew, not that it would have mattered to him one way or the other at this point. Coridan knew he would gladly sacrifice beauty for the kind of connection he’d had with the woman in his dream.

  If only she were real and not a figment of his imagination…

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  Ariel lay upon the bed of furs, her mind calculating her chances of escape. It would be easier if Coridan were alive, not that she expected to be rescued, but it would certainly help in the fight. It was difficult to concentrate with the Atlantean heat coursing through her body like a chariot of fire.

  Raoul and Santo hadn’t returned since the Professor interrupted their little pleasure session. Not that she truly cared. They couldn’t satisfy her, only Coridan could. Unfortunately, she couldn’t allow that to happen. Her people were counting on her. Her needs were no match for theirs.

  Fear sliced through her as she once again considered the fact that he might be dead. Her body trembled, unable to accept that as even a remote possibility. There was no way a dead man set off her hormones like this. The goddess would never be that cruel. She’d served her faithfully. Continued to serve her without expectation. Coridan had to be alive and well somewhere. It was just a matter of reaching him telepathically. If her first theory was correct and he could sense her pheromones, then there was a chance, however remote, that he was on his way.

  Her body grew restless at the thought of taking in his massive cock. Ariel tried to ignore the ache within her womb. She needed that man or at least her body thought she did, and it demanded she listen. She imagined him standing before her naked, his glorious cock rising to attention under her hungry gaze. Her mouth watered at the thought of wrapping her lips around his shaft and sucking, until she could taste his salty fluids and feel his release as he came in her mouth. She would savor every drop.

  Ariel groaned and licked her parched lips. Her nipples throbbed and beaded, demanding to be suckled and stroked. She felt as if she’d explode, if she weren’t able to gain release soon. The fur beneath her tickled, causing her channel to weep with need. The feelings were strange, alien, like she’d awakened inside a cocoon and had finally broken free. Ariel inhaled deeply, slowly releasing the air from her lungs. The exhalation glowed gold in the dim lighting. No! She blinked, to try to clear her vision, yet the gold remained.

  Seers were able to ‘see’ the energy that bonded Atlantean women to their mates, but never had she experienced it firsthand.

  Goddess Bless!

  She had to pull herself together. Fight this need with all of her power. Night had fallen on the jungle like a thick blanket, shrouding all who dwelled within its lush realm. The red-devil would come for her first thing in the morning to begin his interrogation. She had no doubt this was true.

  Ariel tested her bonds once more. The vines chaffed her skin, causing her flesh to turn pink and raw. She sent an energy burst through herself to heal her wounds. Too bad she couldn’t aim it at the vines. Ariel recalled the Professor’s blind hatred. He may not turn her over to his men, but he would derive great pleasure in her pain. Tomorrow she’d have to be prepared for anything.

  Once she refused to tell him what he wanted to know, the torture would begin. Ariel knew she wouldn’t be able to heal herself. She’d need to use all the energy at her disposal to deflect the men from discovering the transport. Hopefully by the time night fell tomorrow she’d have enough psychic strength left to attempt contact with Coridan again. If she failed, they were both as good as dead.

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  Morning came sooner than Ariel would have liked. Her neck stung as if her flesh had been bitten by a blood-seeking rodent during the night. As promised, the Professor stepped across the threshold of the hut at first light. He ordered Raoul and Santo to untie her. The guards yanked at the vines with unusu
al dramatic flair. It took Ariel a minute to realize their actions were for show.

  The Professor watched closely, his face shining with pleasure at the guides’ exaggerated movements. They pulled Ariel off the furs, allowing her to grab her sheer blue skirt and slip it on before being dragged out of the hut. Raoul and Santo lifted her under the arms to alleviate any pain she might suffer by their actions. This confirmed her earlier suspicions. The men were trying to go easy on her despite their fear of the professor.

  They placed her in the basket, the softness in their eyes the only thing revealing their true discomfort. The Professor stepped in behind them, then ordered the men to lower the basket. Upon reaching the ground, Raoul and Santo picked Ariel up, hoisting her above their heads to a table that had been placed on end.

  The men lowered her to her feet when they neared the erect table. She stood facing the wooden structure. The professor walked up and spun Ariel around, slamming her back against the hard boards.

  The warm memories of the meals she’d shared with her people flooded her, so much happiness, so much laughter. The Atlanteans never meant for this object to be used as a tool of torture. Sadness filled Ariel as she realized she might never experience those things again. It was for that laughter, for her people she would endure whatever this man subjected her to today.

  He ordered Raoul and Santo to tie her hands behind her, securing them to the top legs of the table. Similarly, they tied her feet, securing them to the bottom legs of the structure until they’d stretched her wide in a standing ‘x’ position.

  There was no way she could fire a shot and hit anyone unless they stepped directly in front of her hands. She couldn’t see behind her and therefore couldn’t aim. Besides, taking out one or two people would in no way ensure her escape. If anything, it would bring the red-devil down on her like a rain of fire ants.