his discomfort, she continued to strip, dropping her clothes in a small pile beside her. “You obviously need energy, and from what I understand so far, anything sexual will do, right?”
Stone’s brows knit with confusion, but he nodded slowly. “Yes, anything sexual. But—”
Alyssa dropped her bra into the pile of clothes and stood bare before him. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. You’ve come this far, you might as well go all the way. This has been one of your fantasies for years, so why not make it come true? “Then let me see you, all of you. You can…take care of yourself, while I do the same.” When he only continued to stare at her, she continued quickly as if to ward off his impending rejection. “I just thought we would still be able to share sexual energy that way.”
A slow smile spread across his rugged face and he jumped to his feet, kicking off his boots while pulling his shirt over his head. “I love your creative thinking, Princess.”
Within seconds, he stood before her naked. His sculpted muscles were just as she’d imagined, his olive skin lightly dusted with dark hair. Following the line of his tapered waist, and the intriguing line of dark hair that arrowed down toward his groin, she studied his cock, now freed from his clothes and nestled in a patch of mahogany hair. His balls hung tight against his body and she wished she could feel their texture with both her mouth and her fingers.
She’d never touched a man’s balls before, in fact before a few minutes ago, she’d never held a cock in her hand, or tasted come. It was a day for firsts and she didn’t want to waste one minute.
Taking Stone’s offered hand, they knelt in the grass facing each other, their legs open, bent at the knees and tangled around each other. She giggled as the lush greenery tickled her bare ass and she leaned back against a large boulder, the stone cool against her bare back.
Stone grasped his cock and slowly stroked its impressive length. “Fuck yourself for me, Alyssandra. Let me see you.”
Reaching down tentatively, she rubbed her first two fingers against her aching clit. Sensations and energy flowed through her as her own juices coated her fingers, lubricating her movements. Stone continued to stroke himself, and she imagined his cock filling her, stretching her, his hot come spilling inside her. “I’ve always wanted to watch you pleasure yourself while I masturbate.” The flower-scented breeze played across her ripe nipples heightening her arousal.
Stone relaxed against the tree trunk, one hand cupped his balls, stroking his cock faster. Noticing pre come that glistened on the tip, she licked her lips and couldn’t wait to taste him again—hopefully when she could do it without blacking out. She rubbed her clit faster and with her other hand, rolled her nipple between her thumb and forefinger and then pulled on the ripe bud, enjoying the fresh spurt of energy that surged through her. Her arousal continued to tighten inside her, energy flowing through her veins like lava. He stroked faster now, his breathing labored and uneven, matching her own.
“Come for me, Stone. Let me see you come, push me over the edge. Please…”
As if triggered by her words, Stone’s body shuttered and creamy fluid spurted from his cock. At the sight, her own orgasm broke over her in a rolling wave. Almost peripherally, she noticed he aimed to the side, so his essence wouldn’t touch her, and kept pumping, milking his cock until every last drop escaped.
Her head swam as the energy flowing through her threatened to overwhelm her. She slumped sideways, lying flat on the grass, and closed her eyes. Her nipples and her pussy still tingled with delicious little aftershocks and her bare skin prickled with goose bumps as the gentle breeze teased her already sensitized system. God help me, he didn’t even touch me and that’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
Stone pulled his T-shirt on over his head and turned to see Alyssandra pulling up her jeans skirt. “Well, witch,” he said with affection and smiled when she blushed. “It seems you’ve given us both enough energy to make it to the city and back ten times over, even with those orgasms.”
Her eyes widened with shock, but then her face softened and a smile blossomed across her face. “Anything I can do to help. And what do you mean, even with the orgasms?”
Stone knew she didn’t have much experience with compliments or praise. He planned to change that. “The sex helps you build your energy, but until you can harness it—until your coming-of-age ceremony, the orgasm drains some of it away again.”
“At least now I know why you left me hot and bothered every night and dissolved away.” She sat on a nearby boulder and pulled on her cowboy boots.
“Believe me, I would’ve liked nothing better than to finish what I started. I too was left ‘hot and bothered’ as you put it. But don’t worry, your ceremony will take care of that problem.” A mental picture of him sliding his aching cock inside her hot core sent a sudden flood of arousal straight toward his groin and he had to adjust himself inside the tight jeans more comfortably.
“How am I supposed to remember all this stuff? I feel very out of my element.”
The vulnerability in her eyes made him ache. This woman should have been raised as royalty, not treated like a pet for the Cunts. He fisted his hands at his sides, containing his anger. “You’ll learn, give yourself time.”
She nodded slowly and combed her fingers through her hair, smoothing the mahogany locks into a ponytail. Before she could slip the elastic band in place, he snatched it from her hand, pulling her into his arms and fused his mouth with hers. Threading his fingers through the silky waterfall of her hair, the scent of honeysuckle surrounded him and he inhaled, trying to imprint her smell into his memory.
Pulling back reluctantly, he leaned his forehead against hers. “This is your world, Alyssandra—yours and mine. We will rule together and the world will prosper.” He took a deep breath and then said with obvious strain in his voice, “And don’t bind your hair. There’s not a bigger crime against nature than hiding your beautiful crowning glory.” He kissed her forehead and took her hand as he resisted the urge to undress her again and spend the entire day discovering every secret her curvy body held. “Ready for the walk into the city?”
She nodded and bent to pick a small blue flower, bringing it to her nose to inhale the musky vanilla fragrance she knew it held. “Tell me about the city. What’s it like?”
They walked hand in hand, picking a path through the trees, the wind whistling through the leaves and branches high above them. The path before them dappled with sunlight. “It’s beautiful, built from balda, the white stone which is native to Tador. Throughout the city, there are waterfalls and fountains that feed into bathing pools and several large grassy areas dotted with trees and flowers.” He pulled a branch back, allowing her to pass before letting it spring back into place.
“It sounds lovely. And a bathing pool sounds great about now.”
Trying not to think about all the wonderful things he wanted to do to her inside a bathing pool, he swallowed hard and willed his erection to relax. “Soon enough. But for now, I think we should discuss your parents.”
She stopped walking and turned to face him, all the blood draining from her face, leaving her pale and drawn. “My parents?” Pulling her hand from his grasp, she slumped down against a large boulder. “I’ve thought about it a few times since I found out about my parents—my real parents. But I think I was afraid to ask.”
“Why?” He knelt in front of her and placed a finger
