Enticed! Part 10

"That's it, Alena," he purred, feeling her fingers brush against him as she pleasured herself. "Make yourself come."

Alena groaned, wriggling as warmth, then searing heat began to radiate from within her, where Tanek was banging her, from her c.l.i.t, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, shattering her control, ripping a scream out of her.

Tanek laughed, quickening his strokes.

Alena screamed again, shoving her a.s.s against his hips, shuddering as another o.r.g.a.s.m hit her.

"f.u.c.k me Tanek!" she growled, writhing, "Hard! f.u.c.k me hard!"

He yanked on her hair, pounding her faster. "Yeah, that's it, b.i.t.c.h..." he grunted as he jackhammered her body with his c.o.c.k, "Good girl..."

Alena screamed, spasming, coming again and again. Tanek grunted, gripping her so hard she screamed from the pain and with a loud cry, came inside her.

Alena groaned, feeling his c.o.c.k spasm and pump her full of his come, pus.h.i.+ng her a.s.s up against him, wrapping her fingers around his c.o.c.k and holding him deep inside her body. "Oh yes, Tanek..." she moaned softly, relis.h.i.+ng every sensation he was creating inside her. "Yes..."

Tanek finally stopped coming and slumped over her, letting go of her hair. They stood that way a moment, then Tanek straightened up. He pulled out of her, smiling at her soft whimper, then wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her up, turning her towards him as he did.

"That was the best f.u.c.k I've had in a long time," Alena gasped.

Before she could say anything else, Tanek covered her mouth with his in a deep, long kiss that left her breathless.

"See," he said, "I told you you'd like me when I was finished with you."

Alena looked at him.

She sighed then.

"Tanek," she said softly, "you're an arrogant son of a b.i.t.c.h."

He grinned.

"But I like you. I was lying when I said I didn't."

He chuckled. "I thought so."

He ran a hand over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s which were still reddened where he'd pinched and bit them. "You're a d.a.m.n fine f.u.c.k."

Alena laughed. "Thanks. So are you."

"Ahem," said a third voice.

Tanek and Alena turned.

Standing in a dim corner, near the door, was Philo Brodie, leaning against the wall, a gla.s.s in his hand. He was smiling lasciviously at both of them. "d.a.m.n fine show. Both of you," he said in a roughened voice.

Tanek adjusted his clothing, while Alena considered Brodie. "How much did you watch?" she asked.

"I came in while he was banging the h.e.l.l out of you on the chair there," Philo said, sipping his drink. "You were both far too preoccupied to notice me. I particularly liked the way your t.i.ts bounce when you're being f.u.c.ked from behind."

"Why didn't you join us then?" Tanek asked.

Philo grinned. "You were both pretty far gone. I thought I'd wait for round two. After all, I just f.u.c.ked Jocelyn VonTesmar three times tonight, before her husband finally caught all of us, that is."

Tanek dropped languidly onto the sofa as Alena picked up the remnants of her gown. "So, how did he take it?"

"Asher?" Philo said, sitting down in the chair Alena and Tanek had just abandoned. "Well, he wanted in, of course. I think he's still down there. Got Jocelyn and Regina together, actually. They'll be good friends after this."

"I'll pay for that," Tanek said as Alena held up the torn gown with a smirk.

"You'd better." She threw the gown at him.

Brodie had picked up a black sc.r.a.p of silk from the floor, grinning. He sniffed them and his grin widened. "Better pay for these as well."

Alena looked at Brodie. "Like that?" she teased, "Want to add them to your collection?"

Brodie chuckled, reaching out to grab Alena about the waist and pull her into his lap. "I already have several pairs of yours, my dear," he purred, nuzzling her neck and ear, his free hand snaking into her lap and finding her p.u.s.s.y. She stiffened as he poked a finger down, between her legs and inside her, quickly adding two more, which he began to pump in and out of her.

She groaned, wiggling her a.s.s in his lap. "Mmmm..."

"Still hot?" he muttered as Alena arched her back, thrusting her full b.r.e.a.s.t.s up, pointing their suddenly hard and erect nipples to the ceiling.

Tanek watched with interest, a wicked smile barely curving the corners of his mouth.

Brodie worked his hand against her, grinning as he lowered his mouth to a breast, sucking her nipple into his mouth and pulling hard on her as she squealed, squirming in his lap. She could feel the hard bulk of his erection under her b.u.t.t as she wriggled under his expert attention. He knew what to do to get her to come hard and fast. His thumb rubbed against her c.l.i.t, hard then soft, then hard again, as his fingers moved inside her body, plunging in then out. Rising spirals of pleasure began to fill her as heat rushed from deep inside to the tips of her fingers and toes. She screamed, shuddering as she came, accompanied by the appreciative chuckles of both Brodie and Tanek.

When her body finally stopped quaking, she slumped into Brodie's lap, panting.

"Nice, Alena," Brodie said, "Very nice. Lovely." He offered her the gla.s.s he'd been holding. She took a long drink. "Alena is beautiful in the midst of o.r.g.a.s.m, isn't she, Tanek?"

Tanek, who had been staring at her in fascination, nodded. "I hadn't paid attention to her before."

"Who could blame you?" Brodie said, grinning.

Alena smiled. "We were having far too much fun." She kissed Brodie. "Not many are a connoisseur of the art of female o.r.g.a.s.m as you are, Philo."

Brodie chuckled, s.h.i.+fting about in the chair, jostling Alena, who gave a rare, sultry giggle. "Now, let's get down to business." He glanced at Tanek, "Want to share, or just watch this time?"

Alena s.h.i.+vered. "I haven't had two men at the same time in a long time," she said with a smile. "Feel up to it again, Tanek?"

Tanek grinned. "Sure. Why the h.e.l.l not?"

Alena kissed Brodie, handed him back the gla.s.s and rose.

She walked over to Tanek, took his hands and stood him up. "This time, I think we can be a little more friendly," she said, kissing his cheek.

"I suppose so," Tanek said with a smirk. "Though I love fighting with you. You're a h.e.l.l of a lot of fun."

Alena laughed.

"Mind you, I'd hate to be on the receiving end of your true anger."

Alena smirked back at him. She reached down and rubbed his c.o.c.k through his pants. "Same with me, though there are other things of yours I love being on the receiving end of..."

Brodie set his gla.s.s on the side table, getting up.

He walked up behind Alena as they spoke.

"Enough talk. You and Jana.s.si can get to know each other later."

He ran his hand over her smooth, rounded b.u.t.t, sliding his fingers down between her b.u.t.tocks, poking gently at the entrance to her a.s.s. She moaned softly, pus.h.i.+ng her b.u.t.t up against his hand.

Tanek lifted her chin in one hand, kissing her, much more gently now, as he ran his hand over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, squeezing and ma.s.saging them, tugging at her nipples, burying his tongue in the depths of her mouth.

Alena's hands continued to caress the rapidly hardening bulge in the front of his pants. After a few moments of this, she pa.s.sed her fingers over the fastenings and they fell open. She plunged her hand inside, enjoying the s.h.i.+ver that ran through Tanek's body as her fingers found him, drawing his c.o.c.k from the front of his pants and wrapping her hand around him, beginning to slide up and down his length. He groaned, pulling his mouth from hers.

Brodie, one hand flat on the silky flesh of her b.u.t.tock, the other exploring the depths of her a.s.s, leaned over to nibble her earlobe. "I'd like to see you suck Tanek's c.o.c.k, Alena," he said softly, "While I f.u.c.k your a.s.s."

Alena s.h.i.+vered and nodded, kneeling in front of Tanek, who groaned an affirmative as she began kissing the satiny, rippled flesh in her hands.

"Mmmm..." she murmured against him, "Very nice. I like thick, strong c.o.c.ks. No wonder you felt so good inside me."

Tanek grunted, moaning loudly as she slid her lips over the head of his shaft, sucking the smooth, large nub with loud slurping noises. He looked down at her, Alena's large, darkly smoldering emerald eyes half-open, framed by thick, dark lashes, gazing up at him, her lush, deep-red lips wrapped around his member, sliding slowly up and down it, wetly.

Brodie had knelt behind Alena, took out his own thick c.o.c.k and was preparing to slide it into her upraised a.s.s. As he penetrated her, she gasped loudly, then moaned, slurping Tanek noisily. Brodie chuckled softly and began to slide in and out of her, slowly at first as she adjusted to his girth. Alena groaned then, a s.h.i.+ver going through her.

Tanek shuddered, burying his fingers in her hair and thrusting in and out of her mouth as she sucked him. Behind her, Brodie worked her a.s.s, moving a bit faster as she squirmed, rocking her hips against him, moaning through her considerable mouthful. The three of them began to move in concert as Tanek f.u.c.ked Alena's mouth, and Brodie, her a.s.s. The sounds of grunting, moaning and slurping filled the small parlor. Alena's body shuddered under the power of the thrusts of both men, shaking her t.i.ts, jigging her a.s.s, forcing her body to start o.r.g.a.s.ming again, sending waves of pleasure through her that burned her already heated and highly sensitive skin with shocks of electricity.

She began screaming, Tanek began growling, and Brodie began to grunt with exertion. Tanek came next, spilling himself in Alena's mouth. She sucked him hard as he throbbed, swallowing all the thick, rich fluid of his come, until he was quite finished. She continued to suckle and lick him until he pushed away, s.h.i.+vering. Brodie came next, making Alena scream and shudder again from the exquisite feel of his pulsating c.o.c.k in her very sensitive a.s.s. He pulled himself out finally, dropping into the chair in exhaustion.

Alena fell back onto the floor on her back, moaning as she finished her climax, then lay there, catching her shaking breath.

Tanek was slumped back on the sofa, smiling in a completely satiated way.

The only sound in the room for a while was their labored breathing.

Then finally, Alena said, "d.a.m.n. That was fantastic."

Tanek chuckled and Brodie said, "Thanks. You always are."

Alena laughed.

THE ROAD TO SHADOW GLEN.

Since Aurora's employer was traveling, she decided to use the time to take a short trip inland. In the nearby foothills was an artistic village she had heard about called Shadow Glen. It was about two days walk from her seaside city of Silver Harbor, though only a few hours ride. However, all the Master's horses were unavailable, so she had no choice but to walk.

Taking her sketchbook, a small pack, some camping equipment and food, she put on a st.u.r.dy, well-fitted navy blue walking dress, a dark cloak, picked up her cedar wood staff, and set out towards Shadow Glen.

On the way out of town, she pa.s.sed a merchant's wagon coming into Silver Harbor from the northeastern road. The merchant, a local whom her employer occasionally did business with, smiled at her as she pa.s.sed his cart.

His gaze moved over her figure quickly, lingering a bit longer on her ample, but well covered chest, before resting on her face. "Where are you headed?" he asked politely, noting the staff and traveling pack.

"Shadow Glen, for the art festival."

He nodded. "Oh yes, it's due to start in a few days, isn't it?"

She smiled. "I'm hoping to talk to some artists and make some friends."

He chuckled, as his gaze drifted slowly back down to her chest. "I'm sure you'll have no trouble." It was the most dressed he'd seen the housemaid in a while. "Just be careful. With the festival, bandits are sure to be prowling the roadway, looking for the unwary."

She nodded. "I will. I don't think they will bother with me. I have little money or jewelry to steal."

He nodded. "Just be careful. Don't travel at night, stay in an inn."

"I will."

"Good luck." He snapped his crop, and headed his wagon into the city.

Aurora began walking. For the first few hours, she pa.s.sed many different people on the road, chatted with some and flirted with others. It was all very pleasant.

After a while, the traffic thinned out, and as the day went on, eventually became nothing. As she turned onto the road leading to Shadow Glen, it was late afternoon.

The road led into the forest, and Aurora knew she should be stopping soon. The next inn she came upon, she would stop at. The only thing was, she didn't see any more inns, and wondered if there were any on this road.

The light was fading, and she began to wonder if she would have to camp instead.

She continued to walk into the forest, following the road, and looking for a good place to camp, as night fell. She lit a small lamp she carried with her, and continued on.

After a while, she began to get the feeling she was being followed. She continued to walk, glancing around her occasionally. She pulled her hood up over her head, and walked faster.

She had quickened her step, but wasn't watching where she was going, and tripped over a rut in the road. The lamp slid out of her hands and crashed to the ground. The flame went out and she was plunged into darkness.

A hand came down heavily on her shoulder, turning her around. Startled, she screamed.

There was a chuckle, and a dim light appeared from nowhere.

"She's alone," a voice said, and she was pushed roughly towards the light.

It moved up to illuminate a man's face, an unshaven, rough-looking face. He grinned, holding his lamp to the side, to s.h.i.+ne on her as she stumbled towards him.

"It's not very safe on this road at night," the man said. "Especially for someone alone."

"There aren't any inns on this road," Aurora said, looking around her nervously. There were at least two other men, or shadows, surrounding her. The man behind her, the one with the lamp, and someone else.

"Actually, there is one. Just up a ways," the lamp holder said. "But you're not going to reach it. At least, not yet."

"You're going to rob me?" she asked simply. "If so, you're out of luck. What money I have isn't much, and probably wouldn't be worth taking, neither is my jewelry. Unless you want my camping supplies or my sketchbook and clothes, there isn't much for you to take, or sell."

The lamp holder seemed to be in charge, and he grinned at her. "How much money do you got?"