King Dom Comes (18 page)

He laughed and kissed her hard on the mouth. "Look at me
and allow me into your soul."

Shannon felt herself sinking into his eyes. She became a
spectator, not a participant, watching herself respond to his persuasion. Her
clothing slipped from her body, falling upon the ground in a wrinkled puddle.

"Dance for me, druid," Dom ordered, sitting down
with his back against a log.

Shannon's body began to effortlessly swirl and spin, over the
moss-covered rocks and through the shallow stream. She released her hair from
its thick braid and allowed the heavy mane to cascade across her white
shoulders, covering her pert breasts and flowing past her abdomen and upper
thighs, falling to the tops of her knees. She began to sing a cheerful air,
joining her voice with the chirping birds and the sounds of running water.

As she danced, steam rose from the tiny pond. "Come to
me, my king," she beckoned, sliding into the water with the grace of a
practiced seductress.

Dom disrobed, his cock bobbing painfully as it escaped from
his breeches. It had been a long time since he had last been satisfied, and his
hunger for his druid spared him nothing. He slid into the pond, gasping at the
heat that penetrated his body.

Shannon twirled her fingers upon the water's surface,
stirring the liquid to spin around their bodies, massaging their flesh and
bringing new sensation to their skin. Boldly, she reached her hand beneath the
water and closed it around Dom's rigid cock.

Her eyes widened at the discovery of his girth. "You
were not lying to me, my lord," she whispered. "You said that your
two fingers were nothing compared to this beast I was to ride."

"I did not say it that eloquently," Dom chuckled
proudly, "but, yes."

"You are certainly gifted," Shannon whispered,
eyeing the swaying monster in her hand. "May I taste it?"

Dom's eyes widened in surprise. Slowly, he nodded, and sighed
as Shannon put her head beneath the water and engulfed his prodigious cock in
her hot mouth. She came up for air, smiling as she met his eyes.

"Yes?" she asked eagerly.

"Yes," he answered with an emphatic nod. "But you
need not drown."

Dom pulled his body to the slanted embankment, his swaying
rod raised above water level. He watched as she timidly wrapped her hand around
the base of his long shaft and ran the flat of her tongue underneath it. She
looked at him with questioning eyes, and he responded with a nod and a low,
vibrating hum.

Shannon pressed her head forward and slid her lips around the
swollen tip, tasting the soft skin and the saltiness in the tiny slit. He
seemed to grow larger, fuller, more solid—and she slowly took him deeper
into her mouth. Dom sighed as the tension grew, then placed his hands upon her
face to stop her.

"I have many plans for you," he whispered, bridging
the distance between them as he pulled her close and tucked her hips and bottom
warm and snug against him.
 

"Why did you stop
me? Did I do something wrong?" Shannon asked with a concerned frown.

"You have done nothing wrong. Your mouth is heaven to my
cock. But there is more."

"More? What are you speaking of?"

"You are going to find out," he assured her,
sliding his hand over the swell of her bottom with his finger slipping between
her generous mounds. Shannon gasped and wiggled when he found the sensitive
flesh of her bottom hole and just rubbed her there, around and around.

"I will tell you this much," his breath tickled her
ear as his finger lightly probed. "At the moment, my plans involve
enjoying this part of your body."
 

"Is that natural?" Shannon whispered nervously.

"Are you enjoying the feel of my finger and how it seeks
your tight entry?"

Shannon turned slightly to afford him easier access. "I
do. But I fear that this invasion will be a painful one."

"It will, indeed. It will also be pleasurable. I
promised that your maidenhead would not be taken before our wedding day, but
not that you would remain a complete virgin." He kissed her neck, licking
at the spot that made her shiver with desire. "Grab a handful of
Sǎpunele, and I will start by washing this magnificent mane of hair."

"Sǎpunele?"

"Soapwort. That little bush with the pink and white
flowers."

 
"Ah, yes. I
usually soak the leaves in hot water first. Dom? You look positively
wolfish," Shannon said, glancing back at him as she bent over a small rock
shelf to gather the plant. "What are you looking at?"
 

He straightened up and raised his eyebrow. "Your
arse."
 

"Do you ever think of anything else?" Shannon
asked, shaking her head.
 

"Perhaps at one time I did. Since seeing that glorious
bottom, there is nothing greater on my mind," he replied, tilting his
pelvis upward to reveal his hardening cock.
 
"Show
me what you can do."

Her breath caught in her throat as she inched her way back to
him, handing him the crushed leaves. She arched her back and opened her thighs
slightly to tease him. "What would you like of me?"
 

"Spread open as wide as you are able," he
instructed, his eyes dark and focused as he worked his gift of persuasion upon
her.
 "I wish to view your flower in
full. Obey me."

Swallowing, Shannon parted her thighs and tilted her bottom,
and then reached her hand down between her legs to part her lips.
 

"Turn around," he murmured, his eyes glued to her
body. "Show me your little hole."
 

Shannon's
face flushed as she turned her back to him, and
reached down to clutch her right cheek in obedience.
 

"You have the most beautiful pucker I have ever laid
eyes upon," Dom groaned. "Use both hands, and lean forward against
the embankment."
 

Shannon bit her lip as she bent over completely, forced to
rest her forehead on the mossy edge as she placed one hand on each buttock, and
pulled them apart. Dom ran his hand over the smooth skin of her hips, admiring
the sight of her as she stood completely exposed and vulnerable.

"Still afraid?" he asked, trailing his wet finger
down the crack of her ass, stopping to rest on the dimpled hole.
 

"Only a little," Shannon said, feeling his finger
pressing between her lips.
 
He
slid the digit slowly into her sex to open her, spreading his fingers gently to
spread her wide.
She
gasped when he grabbed her hips, pressing his fingers
snugly inside her to nuzzle against her womb.

"Maybe I should just fuck your tight little cunt
instead?" he growled, beginning to move his hand. He let go of her hips to
sharply smack her rump. "Would you like me to fuck you until you forget
that I promised you that we will wait?"

"Ohhh, please. Yes," Shannon gripped the edges of
the rocks to keep her balance. She lifted her hips, her mind lost in the abyss
of his desire as his fingers gripped her fleshy bottom and strummed his thumb
over the delicate opening of her asshole. She shivered.

"No. I don't think you want me to take your maidenhood
just yet. I think you want me to slide my cock into your ass," he said,
pressing his thumb until she started to gasp and squirm. "Don't you?
Spread yourself, girl, and tell me what you wish me to do with your
bottom," he ordered, moving his hands off her backside.

Trembling, with his finger still moving slowly in and out of
her pussy, Shannon again reached back to open her cheeks and spread them wide
for him.

"You love being touched there, don't you?" he
asked, sliding the wet heat of his cock up to touch that puckered hole.
 

She
squirmed and whimpered. "Yes."
 

"Does
it make your ass tighten with the thought of being filled?" he asked,
adding more suggestion to her conjured state of thought.

"Yes."

"Come here next to me," he ordered, pulling his
hands from her body.

Shannon sank down beside him. Dom's hands slipped over to
hold her hips and pulled her against him. She found his cock with her hand,
pulling and tugging it against her belly as they rocked.
 
She
rubbed him
up and down her smooth slit, and
groaned as his fingers penetrated her once more.

She slid down upon them, wiggling her bottom and wrapping her
legs around his waist. His thumb found her clit and she whimpered, lost in the
sweet sensation of lust touched by magic.

"I feel it happening," she whispered into his ear,
and bit down lightly on his earlobe. Her nails dug into the wet flesh of his
back, but Dom did not notice. He eased his finger gently into her tight,
virginal asshole.

"Deeper," she growled, arching her back to give him
more of her body. She reached one hand back to spread her bottom for him.
"More!"
 

Dom
pressed his finger further, groaning as Shannon sank
her teeth into his shoulder. With a grunt, he worked a second, and then a
third, finger into her body, delighting in the way they twisted through her
flesh.

"Please, don't stop," she begged, pressing against
his chest. She murmured her protests as his big hands turned her around and
pulled her to her knees. He ran the soapwort down her arms and to her hips,
between her legs and between her breasts.

"Isn't getting clean the point of bathing?" Dom
smiled, his hands cupping the fullness of her breasts. She shivered when he
thumbed her nipples.

"Oh, yes," she sighed, arching her back as his
soapy hands cupped and kneaded her flesh.
 

"Stand up," he instructed. He steadied her as she
obeyed. "By the gods, you are beautiful," he praised, his voice thick
with lust.
He started
washing her again
, his palms moving over her
belly and thighs, between her legs, and down the length of her long legs.

"Turn around."
 
Dom's
hands made their way across her lower back and down the soft curve of her
bottom and hips. He spread her thighs as his caresses moved lower, toward the
backs of her knees.
 

"Bend over," he said, pressing Shannon forward. She
clung to the rocks again as his palms massage the smooth cheeks of her
backside.

"Oh!" Shannon cried, as his finger again worked its
way into her asshole. "Please…"

Dom
did not stop and pressed a second slippery finger inside, forcing her tight
hole to yield to him more fully. Shannon moaned, spreading her thighs wider and
arching her back to raise her bottom in the air, inviting a third finger to
penetrate her nether hole.
He didn't stop,
pressing another in, working the flesh open with his sudsy fingers. He kept his
fingers in place, listening to the soft noises Shannon was making in her
throat, and then started to slide them in and out again, filling her more
deeply each time.
 

She
purred as he gently splashed water between her cheeks, rinsing away the bitter
soapiness from the slippery plant.

"Dom!"
she cried out, when
his tongue found its way
between her cleft and began to work over her wet, puckered hole.
 

"Spread your bottom," he said. "Use both
hands."

Shannon
made tiny whining sounds as his
tongue lapped
over the furrowed crease of her asshole. His thumb slipped into her sex as he
rubbed her mound with his fingers. A Gaelic curse slipped past her lips when he
started fucking her ass with his tongue. She spread herself even wider,
silently begging for the probing between her cheeks to go deeper.

"Nooo," she moaned when he slid his tongue out.

"Shhh." Dom pressed a hard, round glass ball
against the puckered crack of her ass.
 

"What is
that?" Shannon gasped, turning to look around. Her eyes widened at the
item in his hands.

"Mistress Aida gave
them to me. They are known as the 7 Knots Of Love. She said that the Chinese
Geishas use these for pleasure. This particular set," he held up the
length of seven, one-inch-wide balls, strung together by a thin leather strip,
"was hand blown in Venice. The king had brought her several of these as a
gift."

"What are you going
to do with them?"

"Bend over and
offer me your bottom so that I may show you."

Shannon
pressed her cheek to the moss again and clenched her bottom. He lathered her
again with the slippery plant and administered several smart smacks until she
relaxed her muscles. Carefully, Dom pressed the
first bead on the string against her anus, twisting and urging it against the
taunt opening. He pressed harder and harder, coaxing her muscles to open and
allow the round invader within the dark walls.