Heroes At Heart: Captive Heroes Part 21

As he approached her, her beautiful eyes flashed with a need for more s.e.x. Her hands played with her nipples, her knees were up and her legs were spread, giving him a juicy glimpse of her engorged c.l.i.t and l.a.b.i.a and the wetness from his earlier visits.

His body felt unbelievably taut as he looked down at her, splayed out on the bed. His c.o.c.k screamed at him to climb onto her and plunge himself into her tight, wet sheath, to give her more of the pleasure she enjoyed. But he held off. She needed to be readied or he would hurt her.

He'd f.u.c.ked many females in the a.s.s, but never a virgin. Other females took virgin females in the a.s.s themselves first with the help of their abundant s.e.x toys. The women who enjoyed a.n.a.l s.e.x had come to him well-versed in the art. He looked forward to introducing Kayla to this type of s.e.x, for it was quite different than v.a.g.i.n.al.

"Turn over and raise your hips," he instructed as he stood over her.

She played with her nipples for a few more seconds, her eyes glazed with l.u.s.t as she looked up at him. Then finally, as if registering what he commanded from her, she moaned softly and turned over, getting into the position he wished.

Reaching into a nearby basket, he lifted a wooden container that held a concoction he'd made early this morning while she'd slept. It was a thick, slippery material, a safe substance from the roots of plants the males in Death Valley made in order to lube their females.

Dipping his fingers into the soft salve, he held his breath as he instructed her to pull her a.s.s cheeks apart. She did and Taylor moaned softly at the sight of the tight ring of muscles and the tiny hole in the middle.

His c.o.c.k clenched with need and he shuddered with excitement. She would be tight. So tight. And he would be her first male for a.n.a.l s.e.x.

He slid a lubed finger against her hole and she tensed. A whimper of fear escaped her lips. Understandable. This would be foreign to her.

"You have nothing to fear, my beautiful female." He spoke to her in the softest of whispers, knowing it would soothe her. "It may be uncomfortable a little at first. But then your muscles will stretch to accommodate it. Later I will explain the caring of the plug and how and when you will clean it."

Her breaths were coming faster with excitement. She nodded jerkily, said nothing.

"When the plug has stretched you, then I will f.u.c.k you there," he said.

"How...how long?"

"Perhaps by the eve of tomorrow."

She nodded again and her eyelids fluttered. Ah yes, she was heavy with l.u.s.t. l.u.s.t, fear and antic.i.p.ation of what was to come.

"You will do well to calm your body as I insert the plug. It will be easier on you," he said, and slowly pressed his lubed finger against her tight muscles.

She moaned softly as he pushed. Then he was inside her very sweet a.s.s. He explored her gently, tenderly, moving his finger in slowly. As he explored her tightness, his c.o.c.k raged with arousal and the eagerness of penetrating her. She would be the tightest female he had ever taken. The idea rocked him to his core.

Withdrawing gently, he dipped more lube onto his finger and inserted it into her. He did this several times before entering her with two fingers.

Her a.s.s muscles responded, clasping his generously lubed fingers. Taylor couldn't help but grit his teeth and groan at the persistent throbbing in his c.o.c.k and swollen b.a.l.l.s. He needed to hurry and complete his preparation or he would come before he was even finished.

The erotic way his fingers explored her back end had Kayla biting her bottom lip. The pressure was immense and the tightness within her body almost unbearable as new tremors s.h.i.+mmered to life and raced through her. She'd never experienced such fullness before. It was mind-boggling, to say the least. Frightening too, but she trusted him.

He explored her with such gentleness she once again wondered how a big guy like him, her Tarzan with a limp, could be so tender. Yet here she was, splayed out naked with his fingers dipping in and out of her rear end. If anyone would have told her she would be allowing a guy to do this to her-a guy from another planet and on another planet-she would have said they were freaking crazy.

"Easy now. I am to insert the plug," he said with such softness her trust increased. He truly did seem concerned about her uneasiness in this situation.

Despite his earlier advice to stay relaxed, she couldn't help but remain tense. Her breath halted in her throat as the flared head of the plug pushed against her sphincter.

Oh my!

Dare she say the plug was too big? And didn't he say he would be bigger?

Her heart began a mad pounding as the lubed plug continued its descent to impale her.

"It will only take a short time," he rea.s.sured.

To her surprise, she was creaming between her thighs and she couldn't wait for him to finish so he could turn her over and take her.

Wow. She was turning into her s.e.xually adventurous sister Kinley, wasn't she?

Kayla chuckled to herself, but then her thoughts all came cras.h.i.+ng back to the one pinpoint of her existence. To what he was doing to her back there.

The toy extended her a.n.a.l muscles, making her moan at the interesting bite of pain stretching into her. The pain quickly mingled with an exquisite arousal that had her gasping.

"Almost completed," he whispered.

She whimpered as the pressure merely intensified. He must have been at the middle of the plug and she braced herself for a little while longer.

This better be worth it!

Quivers cascaded through her bottom, tormenting her and leaving her dazed with awe.

Finally the insertion stopped, greeting her with an awesome fullness that actually wasn't half bad.

"It is complete," he replied with pride. "You will be mine."

She exhaled freely, grateful it was indeed over. It was kind of neat that he was thinking she would be his. She wanted to turn herself around, but obviously he had other ideas as his hot hands cradled her a.s.s cheeks. He held her tenderly, the heat of his palms scorching her flesh. He pressed gently against her a.s.s, which made the plug go deeper into her.

She blew out a tense breath, wanting him to touch her a little lower. Since the plug was fully lodged and she was starting to get used to the interesting fullness, her p.u.s.s.y needed some tender loving care. The bed dipped down between her legs. What was he up to?

"Your a.s.s is the most beautiful of all females I have been with," he boasted.

Kayla frowned as a touch of anger flared through her. "Didn't anyone teach you it is bad etiquette to speak about other women when you are with one?"

Taylor chuckled and smoothed those calloused palms over her cheeks. Hmmm...such a tender caress.

"Touching me like that will get you forgiven for pretty much anything," she murmured.

"And how about like this?"

A moist b.u.t.terfly kiss tickled her left a.s.s cheek.

"Hmmm...this is nice," she replied, melting beneath several more such kisses.

"Perhaps if you lift your a.s.s up and place your knees beneath your tummy, I will take you from behind while you lie here."

Perhaps? This sudden bout of gentlemanly manners must be the s.e.x slave in him coming out.

She did as he suggested, her p.u.s.s.y creaming all the way, the plug nudging and prodding in her a.s.s as she climbed into a crouched position. Keeping her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and head down against the mat, she eagerly antic.i.p.ated his arrival from behind. To her surprise, instead of him impaling her, his hot breath breezed against her c.l.i.t.

Oh wow, he was going to go down on her!

Her dazed senses snapped to attention as his hot mouth fused over her p.u.s.s.y, his tongue das.h.i.+ng inside her v.a.g.i.n.a about an inch or so. She moaned as he stroked his tongue against her G-spot.

She tightened her thighs against his head, aching for firmer pressure. He nuzzled his upper lip against her c.l.i.t and pressed up and down very slowly while the tip of his tongue continued to poke her G-spot. The dual touching unleashed an array of exquisite s.h.i.+vers that had her panting and moaning.

My, oh my, but the man had a talented mouth.

Her thighs trembled and her p.u.s.s.y clenched around his tongue as he continued his delicious a.s.sault.

When she swore she could take no more...when she swore she was going to scream if he didn't take her, he stopped. The bed moved as he got into position behind her. She gasped as his hot hands slid beneath her shuddering thighs. He lifted her just high enough so he could enter her with his c.o.c.k.

She cried out as he slowly pushed his shaft into her v.a.g.i.n.a. Due to the fullness of the b.u.t.t plug, she was ultra-snug for him. She luxuriated in every animalistic, appreciative groan from him and loved every elevated vein in his c.o.c.k as he stretched into her wet p.u.s.s.y.

"Very...nice," he ground out as he impaled her.

Wow, very full.

She gasped around the intensity of being double penetrated.

She cried out and arched into him as he withdrew and slid into her again. This time he came in a little harder and firmer.

He stopped, his breathing heavy and raspy. "Easy," he whispered after a moment.

She wasn't sure if he was talking to himself or her, but she instinctively struggled to relax. Although how could she loosen up with such a huge plug and shaft inside her?

When she forced herself to calm down a little and accept his intrusion, he began moving in and out, building to a fast pistoning rhythm that created a magnetic friction against her already sensitive c.l.i.t and G-spot.

Naughty fire erupted and sizzled through her. She clutched the mat beneath her and held on tight as the bed moved back and forth while he thrust and f.u.c.ked her. His hard, driving rhythm quickly had her body tightening and in a few seconds pleasure rocked her. She careened easily into an explosive o.r.g.a.s.m, her entire body torn by shudders and convulsions.

She scrunched her eyes tighter and sharp, hot tingles sparkled and embraced her body as he continued thrusting into her. His erotic moans intoxicated her and the hot slide of his c.o.c.k in and out of her was a perfect possession.

Gosh, this guy was so good.

l.u.s.t tightened her thighs even more and she fell headlong into another climax. It gripped her, held her, and then Taylor cried out into his own release, the sensual groan so intense it rocked straight into her core.

Afterward, as their shudders slowed and their breathing relaxed, he kept his c.o.c.k buried deep inside her. Rolling them over onto their sides, his strong, warm arms embraced her and he nuzzled his face erotically against her neck.

They slept.

Chapter Twelve.

Blackie stared wide-eyed at the items he'd created from the computer menus Kinley had taught him how to use. Astonishment, excitement and a tinge of fear zipped through him. Exactly how was the s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p "replicator", as Kinley called it, able to create such furniture by merely pressing b.u.t.tons?

It was truly amazing.

A crack of thunder shook the metal floor beneath his feet, but Blackie ignored it. The hammering of his heart was way louder and more intense than the mere bad weather raging outside. The agonizing pleasure slicing painfully into his skin-into his entire body for that matter-was fiercer than any storm. He was in the middle of his own violent squall of s.e.xual need, and with every pa.s.sing minute he struggled to keep himself focused on the task.

His darkest fantasy now stood in front of him. Its metal parts gleamed magnificently amid the flickering flames thrown off by the array of slender pink and black candles he'd positioned in gla.s.s candleholders on various shelves in the room. Beneath his creation, he'd placed a white plush floor mat that would be soft and warm beneath her feet. From where she would sit on the machine, she could view the beautiful flickering candles. As she looked up to the ceiling, she would see the giant gla.s.s reflector he had placed there and be able to watch everything he did to her.

Blackie inhaled a deep, steadying breath and nodded his satisfaction. The room was actually a part of the broken-apart s.p.a.ces.h.i.+p. A sheltered nook behind some smooth, white walls, which-according to Kinley-housed the computers that had once made this s.h.i.+p fly in the sky, and where the energy came from that created these items for his fantasy.

How s.h.i.+ps could fly, he did not have the time to question her about. He'd had more important things to do. Now that his tender wound was taken care of with salve and bandages, he was more than ready to take her here.

"Oh I like," Kinley said from behind him as she stepped into the room. Her voice was sultry and sensual, igniting his needs to newer heights. He clenched his fists to keep from grabbing her, pus.h.i.+ng her up against the nearest wall and f.u.c.king himself senseless with her.

He was holding on to his last thread of self-control. Thoughts of taking her had been a constant companion while she'd pointed that gun at him and forced him to eat the food she'd created. Food that had been quite tasty. Even while she'd ordered him to place salve and bandages around his wound, and then after when she had shown him how to use the replicator menus, he'd struggled with ripping the gun from her hand and taking her. With the pleasure they'd shared, she would not harm him with the weapon. He had no doubts at all.

He'd been able to hold himself together and play along with her.

Until now.

Even the white-hot l.u.s.t raging through him as he surveyed the equipment he had produced couldn't stop him from turning around. Gun or no gun, he wished to take her. But he halted momentarily as he gazed upon her.

She had untied her newly colored hair from all those braids and it fell in erratic waves all around her shoulders. She looked like a sun-kissed, bronze G.o.ddess. A succulent female. His female.

"You like?" she asked softly, almost shyly, as she stood in front of him. She had no gun. Good. This meant she was ready for him.

She'd put on enticing clothing that made his shaft grow even harder-if that were possible. His breathing increased and perspiration dripped from his forehead.

She also wore a black collar, several colorful, clear jewels sparkling around it. A ring dangled from the middle-front. From the ring trailed a black rope leash. She held the end of it in her hand. The seductive smile she gave him almost unraveled him.

"What is it?" he asked as he stepped forward and stood directly in front of her. She was shorter than him by more than two heads and her pet.i.te size only enflamed him. He wished to dominate her. To make his darkest fantasies come true.

She twirled around, showing him every succulent curve the erotic clothing hugged. Hiding her naked body from his eyes only increased his temptations and his sensual needs. He moaned inwardly as his c.o.c.k and b.a.l.l.s swelled even more.

She faced him and looked down at herself. Pride flushed her pretty features. "It's a sequined dress. I picked it for you. It has a plunging cowl neckline and-"

He reached out and touched the glittering, round items lying on the cloth, bundled at the valley of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Yes, this clothing looked enticing. Yet it was the warmth of her skin drifting through the interesting dress that captured his entire attention.

He lifted his other hand and, without warning, grabbed the material. She cried out as he ripped the cloth directly in half, all the way from the top right down to the bottom. Her curvy b.r.e.a.s.t.s tightened his loins. She wore glistening chains, similar to the ones he had lost to the virgin Yellow Hairs. Obviously she'd been busy with the replicator menus as well.

"What are you doing?" she gasped, her eyes flaring with anger and l.u.s.t as she tried to gather the ripped ends of the dress back together. As if that gesture would keep him away from her.

"You ruined it." She pouted. She looked beautiful when she did that with her mouth. The expression was too erotic for him to ignore. Angry impatience flashed through his l.u.s.t.

"What I require is not a dress," he growled. "What I require is my female."

Her eyes widened.

Yes, she would be his female through this next phase of the Pa.s.sion Poison, and she would continue to be his female if he survived it.

He grabbed her by the arm, none too gently, and led her to his prized creation. To what the menu had called a s.e.x machine. It was something he had always wished to make, but he had never had the perfect female.