Enchantress (3 page)

Approaching the tavern-keeper, she
whispered in his ear, offering her entertainment just for half the
coin the men threw to her— the other half he could keep. It was a
proposal he accepted eagerly when she slipped off her hooded cloak
and stood before him in her alluring garb.

Jesamyn walked out into the glowing
light of the fire and waited until every eye was upon her before
she began to dance. She needed no drum, no accompaniment but the
bells upon her wrists and ankles. With every twitch, wave and kick
she kept her own sensual rhythm. The crowd was soon transfixed. At
first she stayed within the circle of firelight, but then she took
her dance on a weaving pattern, slipping in and out of her
audience, letting them clutch at her. And miss.

She would know him when she saw him.
The cards had warned her what to expect.

The heat of the small tavern made the
men red and sweaty, but she stayed cool and calm, her body
accustomed to much higher temperature. In fact, the greater the
heat the better for her. The cold, damp air of the English climate
had been an unpleasant shock and made her bones ache.

A thick wave of ale hops, onions and
stale body odor swept over her, made her nauseous, but she moved
on, undulating around the grasping hands and salivating tongues
with the controlled grace of a serpent twisting to the music of a
pungi.

She spun fast on one foot, her skirt
of rags flying out, and then dropped to her knees, bent over
backwards, arms over her head to touch the dirt floor. Even in this
pose her body moved in gentle waves from shoulder to hip, luring
the watchers to gather around. Jesamyn closed her eyes and let her
mind delve into the crowd, seeking out her prey. And then, at last,
she sensed the man she wanted.

For some reason he kept his distance
along the peripheral of the audience. As she reached further with
the tendrils of her mind she knew why. He was engrossed in a game
of some sort, losing coin. Yes, she knew he was a gambler. The
cards had told her so. But he liked a game of chance, rather than
one of strategy. It was the thrill he sought, not the
winning.

Jesamyn arched her back further and
pressed her palms flat into the ground. The crowd applauded and
cheered raucously as her legs lifted high, toes gracefully pointed,
and she bore her body weight, upside down on her hands now. The
feathery rags of her skirt drifted down to reveal her shaved
pudenda. All around her the drunken men began to chant, demanding
to see her cunny. Slowly Jesamyn parted her legs until they were
splayed wide, her female parts displayed.

Another rowdy, appreciative cheer
echoed around the room and she knew this one would capture his
attention. She began to walk in a circle on her hands, legs split
wide apart, encouraging the audience to try their luck. Whomever
landed a coin in her pussy would get to fuck her.

As soon as she made this announcement
a shower of coins hit her thighs. The men were too drunk to have
good aim and if any coin came close she tightened her well-trained
muscles to be sure it bounced off her. This was a game she had
played many times, although it often necessitated a hasty escape
before the men sobered up and got wise to her trick, realizing no
coin they threw would ever stay lodged in her pink slot unless she
wanted it to do so. As the money tumbled and spun to the ground all
around her, Jesamyn walked around on her hands, gathering coins
under her palms.

* * * *

Nino pushed his way to the front, his
curiosity stirred by the shouts of the crowd. His gaze fell at once
to the beautiful bared cunt between those lean, flexible thighs.
Not a hair in sight. At home, the d'Anzeray wives were shaved for
the traditional branding ceremony after the wedding, but the hair
grew back, and he'd never seen another woman anywhere else with
such a smooth mound.

He watched, mesmerized, as a coin hit
her labia and bounced off to roll down the crack of her bottom and
land somewhere among the rags of her skirt. If he was not mistaken
that delectable, dainty, pouty-lipped cunny had just winked at him,
luring him to take a turn.

She had tight muscles; he saw that
immediately. A dancer and acrobat well-practiced and in control of
every inch of her body.

His excitement leapt quickly and
high.

Several men near him were beginning to
whisper about rushing her before she could get upright again. They
had lost too many coins and wanted the prize she offered. They
meant to take it by force.

Nino took two coins from his belt and
spat upon one. Then he aimed carefully. Having watched the wench
for a few moments he could predict the next sway of her hips, the
next subtle tilt. He tossed the dry coin first. As she was flexing
to push it off her labia, he aimed the second coin— the one sticky
with his spit. Just as her pussy relaxed from the first bounce it
was unprepared for the coin that came after. Nino's second shot
landed right between her nether lips, on its side.

Another round of cheering and applause
greeted his success, although several faces glowered at him,
furious at being bested.

The woman lowered her feet and stood
upright. For the first time he saw all of her. She was
dark-skinned, possibly of Moorish blood or Egyptian. Her eyes were
an odd color one might find in the deepest primeval forest and they
slanted upward slightly at the corners. Her nose was long, slender,
her lips full and parted as she dampened them with a slow, sensual
lick of her tongue.

"You have won, sir," she said in a
flat tone as she hurried to collect up the remainder of the losing
coins. "I congratulate you."

He stared at her, astonished to see a
face of such beauty in this place. He'd fully expected a plain
woman once she stood upright and revealed her face. A woman of this
much loveliness and youth ought not to be selling her favors here
in a rowdy, common tavern, flaunting her exquisite body for
rough-handed peasants.

His gaze traveled from her face to her
breasts, which were barely covered with a netting of dyed string
and small stones that glittered as she breathed. Her nipples were
plainly visible through the holes of the net and painted with gold
dust. Her stomach was taut, brown, still undulating in that
alluring manner even now that her "dance" was ended. She turned
away.

Nino reached out and caught her wrist,
making the bracelet of bells jingle. "Where are you going,
wench?"

Her eyes narrowed until they became
gleaming hot slits in her face, outlined by that thick black kohl.
"I collect my coins, signor. You have my body when I done here. Be
patient. Thank you."

So he released her wrist and followed
her as she moved around the floor, harvesting her coins. With his
appetite mounting, he watched her swaying hips and the alluring
curve of her waist. Her hair hung long and free, but when, at one
point, she swept it forward over her shoulder, he saw thin scars
between her shoulder blades. They were faint, but visible if one
stared hard enough. White marks in her dark skin.

Nino squinted and caught his breath.
"Why are you here, wench?" he demanded tersely, his memory poked.
Surely it could not be the same little girl he once met in that
busy souk in Moorish Iberia. A little girl who had shocked him with
a kiss, just because he offered her some of his supper.

She stopped and spun around to face
him. "I here for the money. Why else?"

The more he studied her features, the
more certain he was. It was a coincidence too strange to be
believed. The world was a big place and that he should encounter
the same mysterious eyes twice in his wandering life was
incredible. Now he regarded her with suspicion. "Did you let my
coin find its target deliberately?"

She smirked. "No man win without I
permit."

His pride might be wounded to know she
let him win, but his vanity was stroked at the same time. He
couldn't help being flattered that she had wanted him to be the man
who fucked her. "Where are you from?"

"A faraway place." She stepped forward
and placed her hand on his cock, caressing it through his breeches.
"You already hard and much size. The impatience of youth. You
desire to fuck here, before the other mens, or outside in private?
Thank you not to come inside my cunt, but I have no other
rule."

This should not be her profession, he
thought, a surge of unease travelling swiftly through his blood.
There was a nobility to her poise, despite her revealing costume,
erotic performance and brusque words. The gleam in her eye was
almost angry, as if she knew she was above all this, but for now
she tolerated it. She had a reason to do so, of course. Coin?
Somehow he felt sure there was more to it than that. Why had she
let his coin reach its target and denied all others?

He straightened his shoulders. "I want
more than one fuck. I haven't done filling your cup with coins.
You've teased my gambler's curiosity, and I want to see how many I
can get in there." Leaning closer, he whispered, "And you may keep
them all when I do."

Her thin brows arched and her lips
parted to show clean white teeth. "Yes. Thank you."

She smelled of sweet, spicy perfume,
and it came from a small cone of wax tied to a slender circlet of
beads around her neck. As the heat rose from the air and her body
it melted the wax in a thin stream between her breasts and released
the perfume. It was more intoxicating than the bad ale he'd drunk
that evening.

"If I get more than five coins in your
pussy, I have you for the entire night. Agreed?"

"Yes. Thank you."

How polite, he mused.

As she ran a fingernail
slowly along the rising curve of his cock, her nipples puckered
through that revealing costume, little daggers, gold-tipped. Nino
felt a fierce hunger to drink from them. After watching all those
coins bouncing off her twat, he was ready to fuck her all night
long. She might expect him to be a quick customer— with the
impatience of youth
— but
he meant to savor her. All of her.

He slipped a hand between her legs to
feel the edge of that coin still lodged at the crest of her vagina.
She held it there with her strong lips, just as tightly as she
would grip his cock. He rubbed a callused fingertip over the coin
and then pushed it farther inside.

"Let me see how many times I can hit
the honey pot, wench, and then we'll discuss the terms and duration
of the fucking I shall buy from you."

Her lips curved in a cold smirk. "As
you desire it."

Of course, he mused, it was always as
he desired it, for he was Antonino d'Anzeray. Apparently she did
not know who he was. And she, it seemed, did not remember that
they'd met before.

Chapter Three

Jesamyn lay on her back and then
rolled up onto her shoulders, legs over her head and spread apart.
Antonino d'Anzeray stood a good distance away, readying his coins.
Interest of the other patrons had not faded, although some were
annoyed that the young upstart was the victor. She felt their
animosity in waves rolling over her as they considered her pussy
and their lost opportunity. This d'Anzeray boy would have trouble
if he didn't make haste with his game, but he was clearly arrogant—
as she might expect of the reckless, spoiled young cub. The cards
had warned her.

The first coin hit her vulva but
rolled off, falling to the ground. The second coin landed squarely
between her rose-pink folds and she clenched her walls, squeezing
it in. The watching men laughed and cheered. It always amazed her
that men could be so easily entertained, but it was good for her so
what did it matter?

The cub tossed a third coin and that
too slipped between her labia. Then a fourth. The shifting coins
inside her made Jesamyn quite pleasantly aroused, but she calmed
her breath and tried to ignore the sensation. She had a job to do
here and this was no time for her own enjoyment. One more coin and
he would have her for the night, as they'd agreed when he laid down
his bet.

She supposed it was an exciting
prospect. She'd heard the d'Anzeray were well schooled in the art
of sex. However, this brother was a young one. He would be in a
hurry, sloppy and careless, no doubt.

The fifth coin fell softly, almost
fluttering against her soft lips as it landed. Jesamyn let her
thighs fall wider apart, allowing the coin to join its
brethren.

But d'Anzeray was not finished.
Another coin and then another were tossed in a high arc through the
warm air to lodge in that tight pink mouth between her spread legs.
Now they hit the spot directly as he found his aim. Still he did
not stop. The collected coins created a new sensation of fullness
inside her pussy as they rubbed together and against her sensitive
core. Her arousal mounted to a heavy thrumming deep inside.
Eventually she lost count. She began to feel faint. Perhaps she'd
been upside down too long.

Finally he walked over to her, knelt
and, without a word of warning, pressed his mouth to her smooth sex
with a greedy grunt of delight. With his hands under her knees to
hold her steady — and with the crowd drunkenly celebrating his
expertise— d'Anzeray sucked the coins out of her cunt, one by
one.