Pleasure Bound - Complete (35 page)

It would take their pursuers weeks to cover the territory. She felt relatively sure that wouldn’t happen because the virgins would be eager to find another male and it was well known that the escaped sex slaves from last years Slave Uprising had fled to The Outer Limits, not around here.

“I guess I should thank you for saving my life.” The male huffed from behind her as they trudged through the waist deep stream.

“No need. I was in the area.” Which was the truth. She’d purposely ventured close to the Yellow Hair’s secluded training camp hoping to hear tidbits of any news about her recent prison escape and had been quite thrilled to learn the virgins had captured a talking male.

“I was thinking, maybe now would be a good time for us to part company.”

“No!” Virgin shouted as she whirled around to face him.

“No?” His eyes widened with surprise at her sudden outburst.

“I mean do you have any idea where you are?”

“No, but I’m sure I can find a way out of here.” The sound of his voice wasn’t confident at all. And the worried look creasing his face made her realize he was worried. Probably upset with his body’s rising uncontrollable sexual needs.

“There is no need to be afraid. The sexual urges you are feeling are due to the passion poison.”

She was surprised yet again to see the red flush of embarrassment sweep across his cheeks.

“You’ll need an antidote,” she continued. “I can administer it back at my shelter.”

“Maybe it would be better if you just tell me what this passion poison is made of and I can whip up an antidote. I think it might be safer for you if I wasn’t near you.”

The male was concerned for her safety?

How very interesting.

Every time she’d witnessed a male being infected with the passion poison he’d never been the least bit interested in protecting a female from harm. He’d only been interested in fucking as many as he could get his hands on.

And that was the whole purpose of the passion poison. With so few males around, the poison was administered in order to arouse the male for a long period of time without him tiring.

Perhaps because this male was a talking male he understood what was happening to him? If that were the case his mind would be able to hold off on his sexual urges longer than an uneducated slave.

What if he was so educated that she wasn’t able to get him to submit to what she needed him to do to her?

If she couldn’t cure him, her plan was dead.

“There’s no time to explain about the ingredients in passion poison. It’s much too complicated. However you still have time. There is a ten hour window frame before you reach the point of no return.”

His eyes narrowed with nervousness. “Point of no return?”

“It happens in Phase Four. If the antidote isn’t administered by Phase Four you will die.”

His Adams apple bobbed fiercely as he swallowed. “How long before I reach this Phase Four?”

“Depends on your metabolism. If you have a fast one, it’ll come quicker. I’ve seen males enter Phase Four as soon as ten hours after being poisoned.”

“How long have we been running?”

“Four to five hours. You were infected two hours before we escaped.”

“That leaves me with three to five hours. How far to your place?”

“A few more minutes.”

“Well let’s get moving. I need that antidote.”

He passed her and trudged quickly through the waist deep waters. She stared at the nicely rounded contours of his ass shimmering beneath the clear waters and smiled.

He certainly was a magnificent specimen of a male and obviously his energy was coming back. He was moving easier. Sweat still drenched his yummy looking body but it wasn’t pouring off him anymore. His breathing wasn’t harsh anymore either.

That meant the male’s system was preparing itself to enter Phase Two.

Virgin shuddered with both excitement and dread at the thought of what would be coming next. Phase Two meant his mental state would deteriorate and all he would think about was sex.

****

Buck couldn’t seem to walk straight. Maybe the slippery river rocks beneath his bare feet had something to do with it but he didn’t think that was the main reason. He couldn’t think straight either. All he could concentrate on was the woman who’d rescued him.

Even now, as she waddled along the stream in front of him, he couldn’t stop himself from watching the seductive sway of her curvy hips tucked beneath that teasing piece of flimsy material. It was worse than if she’d been naked. At least then his curiosity wouldn’t have been so piqued.

He inhaled a deep breath. Her fragrance caressed his senses until all he could think about was the fantastic blowjob she’d given him.

He’d never been so embarrassed, not to mention so aroused in his damned life, than when her velvety lips had curled around his cock like a scorching brand. The beautiful sight of her crouched between his widespread legs, the seductive licks of her burning tongue sliding up and down his rigid member and around his swollen shaft had sent screams of passion zinging through every nerve and fiber, every muscle and every brain cell.

He’d completely lost himself in the sensual cravings. His hips had bucked against her in a dangerous dance. His mind had swum in a haze of dark passion. And all thoughts of self-control had simply vanished.

She’d suckled so perfectly that he wondered how many times she’d sucked a cock before. A fissure of anger zipped through him at the thought of another man’s hands roaming along the seductive contours of her velvety flesh. If he ever caught another man in her arms he’d rip the son of a bitch to shreds.

Buck blinked in shock at his hostile thoughts.

It had to be the passion poison talking. It had to be!

He wasn’t normally the jealous type or a sex maniac but the way he was feeling since he’d been injected with the poison sure made him feel like he was both.

His self-control was disintegrating fast. He needed to concentrate on something else. Needed to place one foot in front of the other instead of thinking about grabbing her by her shoulders, pushing her down onto the sandy river bank, ripping those flimsy clothes off her and fucking her senseless.

Instinctively he knew if he concentrated hard enough, he could stop himself from taking her.

But how long could he hold out before his sexual urges became stronger than his self-control and he took her against her will?

The way his cock ached like a son of a bitch, it was only a matter of time.

Sooner rather than later.

With each step his self-control slid further away.

With each step he realized he loved the way her body moved. Loved the way her arms glided as she balanced herself with confidence on the slippery rocks in the warm stream. He couldn’t stop himself from imagining the silky feel of her long legs wrapped around his hips as he made love to her.

Couldn’t-.

“We’re here,” she said softly, breaking into his searing thoughts.

Buck smiled in relief at the sight of the small storybook cottage partially camouflaged beneath a pile of green ivy and shaded by a few huge tamarack trees.

The only way he could tell it was a building was due to a few gray boulders peeking through the vines and the gray wood-planked shutters caressing a small leaded window.

“Great hideout,” he said as he followed her, his horniness momentarily subdued.

“It belongs to the priestesses. They use it for their priestess in training when she comes on a spiritual retreat. But no one is using it now, so we will be safe here.”

As he got closer, more intimate details emerged. Beneath the trailing of hearty ivy, he noted a twin peeked roof. The middle sagged like an old horse’s back and the irregular shaped gray roof shingles were carved from wood.

He was most impressed by the arched door, possibly made from red cedar. It looked as if it were the only new item. Braced by thick black iron hinges, it creaked slightly as Virgin opened it.

The coolness of the interior washed against his burning flesh. It was a one-room cottage decorated with only the basics. A rough wooden counter with an odd-looking hand pump that dripped water, a table and chairs in the middle of the room. The walls were gray stone boulders and the floor wood-planked.

He inhaled sharply the instant his gaze fell upon the narrow cot tucked in the corner. Visions of him throwing her onto the bed and plunging his shaft deep into her very depths shot new bursts of arousal through his entire body.

“Are you okay?”

He blinked at the sexy tone of her voice. She’d moved closer and her body heat wrapped around him like a seductive blanket. He gritted his teeth in frustration and swallowed hard, fighting the need to fuck her.

“The passion poison is getting stronger isn’t it?” she asked.

“So, where’s the antidote? You said it was in the cabin.”

“It is.”

Suddenly she looked shy. Nervous. Cuter than sin.

Shit
!

Even if he hadn’t been infected, he would have seen she was one sexy gal.

Another thing he noticed too.

She wanted to get laid.

He could read the lust in her eyes. Had sensed her needs when her eager lips had wrapped around his cock.

Breaking his gaze, she headed toward a back door.

“Where are you going?”

“Getting something to freshen us up.”

Buck nodded in agreement. Heck, he needed something cold all right.

An ice-cold shower. An ice-cold beer. And a real long fucking session with this blonde beauty.

* * * * *

The instant Virgin closed the back door; she slumped against it, squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head.

Mixed emotions cascaded over her. One instant she was confident she could administer the cure; the next second panic and doubt assailed her.

A sob wrenched at her throat.

She didn’t think she could bring herself to mate with the male. Even if fucking him would save his life.

Yet saving his life meant she would be able to use him to better her own current dismal conditions.

What a dilemma!

She had been a High Queen for Goddess of Freedom sake! It was forbidden for her to lay with a male. But if she didn’t, he would die and her plans would die right along with him. 

She squared her shoulders with defiance. She would not desert her plans under any circumstances.  She would do what needed to be done. Nothing else at this moment was more important than keeping this male alive.

But first she needed to re-hydrate him in order to give him much needed energy. And she knew just the thing that would do the trick.

Plodding a few feet through the thick undergrowth, being extra careful to make sure no branches or twigs were disturbed, Virgin quickly found the sinkhole and drew a watermelon from the water.

He would appreciate the coolness of this feast before she seduced him. And it would give her a little extra time to gain her confidence at doing such a monumental task.

Quickly she headed back into the shelter. And froze.

The male lay on her cot, his sex hidden beneath a sheet, his eyes closed.

Alarm raced up Virgin’s spine. If the male fell asleep more than once before she could begin to administer the cure he would never awaken. Unfortunately it was one of the downsides to the passion poison.

In a few quick strides, she reached his side.

Heart crashing in her ears, she leaned over him and pulled off the sheet. His heavily veined cock pulsed with arousal as she kissed the tip of his heated length.

He groaned. His eyes flickered open. She noted the dangerous lust haunting his brown depths.

Excitement and fear bombarded her as she realized he’d entered Phase Two.

Without warning he grabbed her wrist pulling her down on top of him.

Her breath caught at the fierce heat of his hard damp body beneath hers. Grasping her chin with his thumb and forefinger he brought her face toward his. His lips hovered over hers, his warm breath promising good things to come.

Perspiration beaded his temples and the dark passion in his eyes mesmerized her. Made her body tingle with an unknown need she found irresistible.

“You’re so beautiful. So damned sexy. I can’t keep my hands off you.”

His words shocked her. Left her dazed. She’d never heard a male say such things to a woman. Never expected she’d enjoy hearing them.

Without warning his mouth came down upon hers, hard and forceful. He tasted of violent desires and erotic shocks as his magical mouth slid against her lips. Her pussy trembled sharp and sweet beneath his assault.

The unexpected sexual awareness made her head spin.

Images erupted. Visions of the way his swollen cock had thrust in and out of her eager mouth, the vein riddled spear she suddenly craved to have buried deep within her vagina.

His large hands slid down her sides in one erotic line of fire making her body melt beneath his touch. Her breasts felt fuller, her nipples tingled as they brushed against the thin material of her top and then flattened against the hard bands of muscles across his damp chest.