Enticed: An Erotic Sacrifice (6 page)

Jane gave a soft shriek as the woman’s tongue slipped inside her, sliding beneath the little sheath that hooded her pip. Her body shuddered with sensation and pleasure, and the tongue moved again, darting deep inside her wet opening. A streak of heat shot up, stabbing her in the belly, then thudded back down to her engorged lips. She pulsed and pounded and
needed.

“
Oh…please
,” she whispered, straining against her bond as Ulma licked her again. A bolt of sharp pleasure made her gasp and shudder again, and Jane shook from the effort of holding herself up by her bound arms as the intense, sharp rise of lust burned between her legs.

Deren was moving faster now behind her, pressing his cock into her cleft, sighing and groaning against Jane’s ear. His fingers were rough as they massaged her breasts, and she swayed and shifted with every movement, sandwiched between a busy, sucking, licking mouth and the hard prod of cock.

She couldn’t move away from the sensations and the couple surrounding her pummeled her from either side, forcing her to pant and beg for release. Suddenly, just before she reached her peak, Deren growled something sharp and hard and released her.

The next thing Jane knew, he was on the bed, driving his cock into Ulma even as he looked up at her, watching with hot, dark eyes. Jane stood there, shaking and swollen, throbbing everywhere. The expression in his face told her he’d rather be fucking her than his mate.

Perspiration trickled down her spine and she tried in vain to press her knees together to put pressure on her pip, to give herself some relief from the unsated, pulsing arousal. Instead, she could only feel how wet she was, how her juices slid down the inside of her thigh, and how big and ready her little pearl had become.

Please…

Deren reached his orgasm with a loud shout and Ulma gasped and fell onto her face with his last hard thrust. The hut was silent, filled only by rasping, panting breaths and Jane’s own soft sobs of frustration.

She closed her eyes, willing the sensations to ease, fighting with her body to relax and cease its insistent pounding. It was a long while before anyone moved, but at last, Deren shifted and rolled from his partner. Ulma gave a long, languorous sigh and, looking up at Jane with a feline smile, stretched and arched. Her small breasts shifted, her nipples large and red and surprisingly enticing with their tiny, delicate erections.

Jane looked away as the couple left the altar-bed and went to replenish themselves from the table of food and drink. This meant they weren’t yet leaving, and therefore weren’t finished with her. She shivered and swallowed hard, then turned her thoughts to Zaren.

She prayed his fever would break soon, and that they’d be able to leave. How they’d do that, she wasn’t completely certain—but Jane was resourceful. She’d find a way. And with Zaren’s amazing strength and abilities…

Jane pushed away a thump of uncertainty. Even if—no,
when…
it must be
when—
he did come out of the fever, she didn’t know how soon he’d be recovered enough to help make their escape. If they had to go on foot, they would, but it would—

Someone touched her from behind and Jane froze, trembling. Rough hands, dark and insistent, were fumbling with the ties at her wrists. They were freeing her?

Jane quelled the surge of hope as Ulma climbed onto the altar-bed in front of her. She lay on her back, legs spread, arm shifted up behind her head. Her wet, pink pussy glistened, open and exposed, arranged directly in front of Jane.

Deren finished untying her wrists, and Jane—perched on the edge of the bed—would have lost her balance if he hadn’t curled an arm around her belly from behind. His fingers twitched up to cup her breast even as his half-mast cock bumped against the bottom of her arse. He pinched and rolled her nipple, biting none too gently at the tendon on the side of her neck.

Jane felt an unwelcome surge of lust as he played with her nipple, teasing it back into its hard, sensitive point, and ground his hips into her from behind. The familiar heat of arousal trammeled through her, making her knees tremble and her mouth go dry. Her little pearl was already throbbing and ready, and now it swelled and stretched as if ready to burst.

On the bed in front of them, Ulma stroked herself. Spreading her nether lips wide, she used the full width of her four fingers to stroke and smooth over the slickness of her quim. Jane couldn’t look away, and her breath caught as her own pip filled and throbbed even more, tight and sharp with frustration.

Deren’s cock was hard once again, and it prodded her arse cleft, dripping with its own sticky juices. His breath was harsh and hot in her ear as he reached around to touch her ready quim. When he felt her wetness, Deren groaned in her ear and began to slide his fingers around. Jane shuddered, trembling and quivering as he played with her—stroking and slipping while he pressed his cock into her from behind. She came almost immediately, surging an orgasm wet and hard against his hand, and sagged in his arms.

With a sharp sound of frustration, he released her with a little shove. Unable to keep her balance, Jane pitched forward, the ropes around her ankles twisting and giving enough so she fell onto her hands…right on top of Ulma.

Before Jane had the chance to recover, the woman had her hands on her breasts and was massaging them and fondling them. Propped on her hands, still tied by her spread ankles, Jane had nowhere to go as she was subjected to these caresses.

Deren was still there, and he grabbed her hips, positioning himself thigh to thigh behind her. Jane gasped when she felt his cock probing her…not in her dripping, ready quim, but in her arse—in the place Kellan Darkdale had taken her. She tried to pull away, but Ulma had one breast in her mouth, and was playing with the other one—using her fingers to tease the tip into a hard point—and Jane was held in position as Deren pulled her arse cheeks wide and pushed himself slowly inside her.

She gasped and arched at the unfamiliar, strangely arousing sensation of being filled there. He made another of those sharp sounds, then moved in even further. Jane bit her lip, her body shivering with the sensation, her eyes squeezed closed, her breath coming in short, hard gasps.

He filled her, then reached around to touch her pip. At that unexpected brush of sensation, Jane exploded into another blinding orgasm. She couldn’t control a cry as pleasure washed over her, ripping through her like a blade, and that was all Deren needed.

He began to pump and thrust with slow, insistent strokes, filling her tight entrance and awakening new pleasure, unusual and intense. Jane quivered and surged, her muscles tightening around him as he pumped and thrust, faster and faster, and a dark, edgy desire rose inside her once more. She was panting and dripping, and Ulma had pulled away and was looking up at her with hot, wide eyes, her own breath puffing roughly. She shifted, lifting her hips to slide one leg between Jane’s spread thighs.

As Deren shoved into her from behind, Ulma began to slide her full, wet pussy up along Jane’s leg, pressing against her and moving slowly and sharply in her own rhythmic thrusts. Ulma’s hot, slick juices seemed to burn into Jane’s skin, and she closed her eyes, assaulted by sensations that grew hotter and more intense. The smell of musk and perspiration, mixed with the sweet incense, filled her nostrils and spread through her body.

Suddenly, Deren yanked himself free and shoved Jane flat onto her belly. She fell with an
oof
onto Ulma, narrowly missing the other woman’s chin. Before she had the chance to recover, Deren moved sharply and jerked Ulma’s legs between Jane’s. The other woman jolted, then as Deren moved again, she cried out in surprise and pleasure—and Jane realized he’d slammed himself inside his partner.

He began to move furiously, with Jane sandwiched between them—her knees spread wide and Deren pumping violently just below her own ready quim. His hands braced Jane’s hips as he thrust in and out, shoving her down into Ulma with each movement. She could feel him moving against her, felt the length of his cock brushing along her quim as he withdrew and then shoved back inside Ulma.

Her little pip was pressed into the top of Ulma’s mound, banging and jolting into her warm, damp skin with every movement. The other woman writhed and arched against and beneath Jane, grinding her own hips against hers, and Deren thrust and thrust, his fingers biting into Jane’s hips as she tried in vain to hold herself up, to take some control over her body.

But Ulma grabbed Jane’s shoulders and pulled her down suddenly, covering her mouth with her own, thrusting her tongue between Jane’s surprised lips and devouring her. Just then, Deren shoved hard and deep inside his partner, and Ulma cried out against Jane, her teeth biting into her puffy lips as she arched up sharply.

The other woman fell back, shuddering and trembling beneath Jane, and Deren collapsed on top of her, hot and heavy and damp. Jane could feel the last bit of pulsing from his sated cock as he heaved long, deep breaths against her from behind. Her own body was hot and wet and full once more, and her little pip cried out for satisfaction, pressed against Ulma’s belly. Her breasts were flattened against the other woman’s, and as Jane lay there, Ulma smoothed her hand down along one side of her torso, her fingers light and teasing.

Jane couldn’t control a soft, pleading sound as those questing fingers went lower and slipped around between them to touch her full and ready pussy. She jolted and quivered when Ulma found her, and it only took two quick, sleek slides for her to explode into a long, undulating, orgasm.

She bit her lip as the hot pleasure exploded over her, shuttling through her limbs and centering there between her legs. Still sandwiched between them, still weighted down by Deren’s exhausted torso and held by one strong hand, Jane quivered and shook…and then collapsed fully onto Ulma’s warm chest.

Her ankles were still bound, her legs still spread, her body exhausted and replete, trapped between them.

It seemed a long time before anyone moved, and when Deren began to touch her again, Jane almost began to cry. He pulled her upright, closing his hands over her breasts from behind, forcing her to kneel upright in front of him.

As Ulma watched from below them, Deren found Jane’s full, exhausted quim and began to tease her once more, his hand sliding down over her belly. She quivered and trembled, unable to fight off the sensations, and soon he had her shuddering and pulsing around his fingers as they slipped and slid.

“Please,” Jane begged as he nudged her into yet another violent orgasm. “
Please.
” Her voice came out in a desperate moan and tears spilled from her eyes.

Ulma said something, and to Jane’s surprise, Deren released her. Heedless of her bound ankles, he tipped her aside and onto the altar-bed, then grabbed his partner once more.

Zaren
…was her last thought as Jane fell into a deep, dark sleep.

— VI—

Zaren opened his eyes slowly.

He was aware of a dull, aching throb just above his hipbone and another one that screamed a little more shrilly in the meaty part of his right calf. Everywhere else he felt sore and stretched out. His head beat with a soft pain where it had connected with a tree branch as he fell.

Fell.

Jane!

He would have vaulted from the bedding on which he lay, except that he just as suddenly became aware of her scent. And before he could even assimilate that familiar, heady essence, he saw the blazing red-gold of her fire-hair strewn across the pallet next to him.

Zaren relaxed only slightly. Jane was there, but he didn’t know where they were. Fragments of memory shifted from images of hands closing over him, stroking him…to a heavy weight covering him, and heat…much heat…into the image of spear-brandishing men and their lascivious eyes that pawed over Jane—
his
Jane. His eyes widened and he remembered.

“Jane,” he said, pulling himself into a sitting position as he recognized they were in a small, windowless hut. She lay next to him, sleeping. Her white skin, luminescent like the moon, glowed in the low light, and spirals of fiery curls covered her arm and shoulder, spilling into a pile where her hands crossed, infantlike, in front of her breasts. He scented her, his familiar, beautiful, delicious Jane…and something else. Something musky and titillating and unfamiliar.

At the sound of her name, Jane’s eyes shot open and she lurched upright. He saw she was wearing little more than a simple cloth wrapped around her torso. When she saw Zaren, that shocked, frightened look evaporated.

“Zaren. Oh, thank God,” she murmured, reaching to stroke his cheek. “I thought… I was afraid the fever would take you.”

Fever.
The word was vaguely familiar, and it had bad connotations, but whatever it was Zaren was certain of one thing: nothing had taken him. And nothing would take him from her. Ever again.

She was already touching him at his bare hip, where it still hurt and where he now saw the thick paste covering his wound. He remembered now how an arrow had seared into his skin and then, when he crashed into a tree trunk during the fall, the weapon had been torn up through his flesh then broken in half.