[Atlantean's Quest 01] The Arrival (21 page)

She was convinced jungle fever had taken over her system and transformed her into a different person, a wild exhibitionist that held no ounce of shame and lived only for hedonistic thrills. Eros continued his probing, all the while having conversations with the various men at the table.

Rachel felt the pressure building. As if on cue, Eros intensified his movements, pressing on her clit, sending her over the edge. Light flashed behind her eyelids. Blood pounded in her ears. Before she could cry out he captured her mouth in a scorching kiss, drowning all sound. His hungry lips devoured her, demanding the same in return. Rachel gave him everything she had, her body pulsing in release.

When she’d finally floated back to reality, she realized he hadn’t played fair.
See what he thinks of this
. Rachel bit her lip and conjured the most erotic picture she could of her naked, riding his mighty cock, her head thrown back, her hair tickling his thighs, nipples jutting as one hand reached back to caress his balls, while the other dug into the flesh at his abdomen. She sent the image to Eros or at least she hoped she had.

For a moment nothing happened, then slowly his facial expression changed from jovial to tense. He shifted in his seat, tugging at his sarong. Red tinged his high cheekbones and he couldn’t seem to swallow the food he’d taken a bite of for his jaw seemed locked in place.

Rachel giggled and looked straight ahead. She could feel his heated gaze upon her, at any moment she expected her clothes to burst into flames.

The party’s volume rose. Food was playfully tossed into waiting mouths, the innocent act a strange kind of Atlantean foreplay. With the bounty consumed, women and men began to clear the table.

A fire was built up in the center of the village. Men brought out various musical instruments, some resembling flutes, others guitars, and began to play. The melody remained light and airy, almost dreamlike in its depth until two men approached carrying drums.

Primal, forbidden, the beat began luring everyone into the circle with promises of pleasure.

The Atlantean women shed their clothing and began a slow seductive dance around the fire in time to the primitive pulse. They fondled their breasts, displaying their prominent nipples to the men’s eager faces. Swaying their rounded hips enticingly, they bent over, spread their pussy lips, and began to fondle their clits.

The music intensified and so did their movements. They became animalistic, dropping to the ground, reaching for the night sky. Calling down the moon. One by one they reached orgasm.

Women approached other women, rubbing their bodies together and taking turns licking and kissing each other’s nipples until they pebbled. Sweat beaded their bodies. Flame reflected off their heated skin, lighting the trail of moisture left behind by greedy mouths. Eyes glazed, the men watched with intense interest, their shouts blending with the carnal frenzy.

The seer stood statue-like on the sidelines, rubbing her cunt with oil. Her body glistened. Ariel’s head was thrown back in ecstasy like an enchanted goddess. When the wetness between her thighs was apparent for all to see, she joined the performance, her perfect body rotating to the music like a consummate harem girl. She paused before a handsome blond warrior on the other side, gyrating and spreading her thighs to expose her clit to his hungry eyes.

“Who is that?” Rachel pointed to the man.

“That is Coridan,” Eros snorted. “He is a youth that shows great promise, if he can learn how to control his temper. In truth, he’s much like Ares.” Eros smiled. “The seer loves to tease.”

“I can see that.” Rachel laughed. Coridan’s erection was discernable from the other side of the clearing.

Ariel continued on, twirling and dancing, until she found Cassandra, one of the women Rachel had spoken to yesterday. Ariel gently lowered her to the ground, trailing kisses from the woman’s mouth to her toes. Cassandra’s body undulated like a charmer taming a snake under the seer’s touch. Energy glowed from her pores, turning Cassandra golden.

Ariel dropped between the woman’s knees and spread her wide. She pushed the woman’s skirt out of the way, until her dripping pussy lips were visible to the royal couple and the crowd. The men crept closer, the outline of their hard cocks clearly visible beneath their loincloths. She spread Cassandra’s petals, exposing her engorged clit. Ariel’s eyes met Rachel’s, a second before she stuck out her six inch tongue and disappeared between Cassandra’s thighs.

The seer lapped at Cassandra’s pussy like a woman possessed. She swirled around her clit, plunging deep into her channel, tongue fucking the woman. Moments later Cassandra let out a scream of release. The energy within her burst forth, giving off an almost blinding light. Little growling noises emanated from Ariel’s throat, letting the woman know exactly how much she enjoyed pleasuring her.

Rachel shifted and felt herself growing wet as she watched the strange mating ritual from Eros’s side. She couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have the seer buried between her thighs. Rachel’s breathing dropped to a deep cadence, her breasts quivering with each exhale, vibrating the rings on her nipples. She’d always considered herself so vanilla when it came to sex.

She’d never experienced voyeurism and was shocked at how titillating it could be watching two women devour each other in such an uninhibited way. She swallowed hard and crossed her legs to ease the steady throb.

I can smell your arousal, my Queen. You find it exciting to watch the seer?

“N-no,” Rachel squirmed, shaking her head in denial.

Eros just smiled and wet his lips.

Rachel reached for a cup of water and raised it to her dry mouth.

Ariel continued to pleasure Cassandra until the woman cried out her third orgasm, then the seer rose and wiped her face with the back of her hand. Her lustful eyes sought Rachel’s once again and she smiled, bowing low, before retreating to her hut.

“Does Ariel have someone waiting for her?” Rachel pointed to the dwelling.

Eros shook his head. “The seer cannot join with another. It would diminish her powers.”

“She can’t have sex?” Rachel sucked in a breath.
Talk about frustration
.

“No,” he crossed his arms over his wide chest. “Not while the portal is closed.”

After following the seer’s retreat with his aqua gaze, Coridan, the Atlantean man Rachel had inquired about earlier, dropped to his knees to pick up where Ariel left off. He ripped away his loincloth, releasing his massive erection. Cassandra’s head writhed from side to side as he buried his thick cock in her wet channel, her screams signaling another release. Coridan drove into Cassandra, plunging in and out of her pussy like a battering ram, his body flexing and straining.

Rachel uncrossed her legs and stared spellbound at the Bacchanalia taking place before her. She tried not to stare at the young warrior’s nicely rounded ass as he continued to fuck Cassandra.

One by one the people of Atlantis began to pair up. Some women rode the men as if trying to break in a wild horse, their excited cries echoing through the trees, while others sought feminine company, their faces happily buried in each others cunts lapping away, teasing clits until they vibrated on the ground. A few had taken two warriors at the side of the fire. While one fucked their pussy the other pinched and kissed their nipples, nibbling on the clits, coaxing the women to take their cocks deeper into their throats. When relief was reached, they’d switch positions. The women were constantly filled on both ends.

Rachel had been so taken in by the performance she almost missed Coridan’s retreat to the far side of the clearing. He now ignored the festivities and stared at Ares. His arms crossed over his massive chest, aqua eyes sparking fire.

“What’s with Coridan?” Rachel pointed to the other side of the fire. Eros followed her finger, then shrugged.

“Why is he staring at Ares like that, instead of participating some more?” Her brows furrowed and she glanced at Ares, who didn’t seem to be paying attention to the man.

“They have a friendly rivalry going on between them, always trying to out do one another.” Eros sounded bored as if the situation had been taking place for so long it was now tiresome. “Mayhap he is waiting to see if Ares favors a woman, before Coridan makes his move for her. ‘Tis harmless.”

Rachel shook her head. Men…
Some things never change
. She’d take Eros’s word for the rivalry, but Coridan didn’t look harmless to her.

Ares sat off to the side, his eyes lazily taking in the performance. Rachel could see his erection buck beneath his loincloth with each thrust the men around the fire made, but the dark hunter made no move to encourage any of the dancing women. For a second his gaze met Coridan’s. There was a flash of challenge before Ares’s lips kicked up in a smile.

“Why doesn’t Ares pick a woman and pair up for the night?” Rachel wondered aloud as she watched several women attempt to catch the warrior’s jade eyes.

Eros’s gaze flicked to his friend and then back to the orgy. “He awaits his mate.”

“Is she coming?”

“The seer says ’tis so.”

Rachel tilted her head, surprised. “When?”

“Soon.” Eros said vaguely, then grabbed Rachel’s hand, pulled her up from her seat, and led her to the transport basket. “’Tis time we complete the mating ritual. Enough time has been wasted.”

Chapter Seventeen

Butterflies swam in Rachel’s stomach, yet at the same time she was thrilled. She was so turned on from the revelry that she didn’t think she could wait another minute. It wasn’t like she’d never been with a man before, but this seemed different—special. Part of her felt skittish, almost innocent.

“Come.” Eros led Rachel to the hut door and moved aside the fur.

The room was illuminated by candles, giving it a soft glow. Fresh mangos, bananas and camu camu were placed in a bowl on the table. Orchids and lilies were in various carved vases around the small hut, the scent sweet and invigorating. Juice had been left in jugs so that the newlyweds wouldn’t have to leave the hut for days.

Eros dropped the door covering once she’d stepped inside. His hands shook as he reached out to trace a finger over her shoulder, stopping at her collarbone. The light touch sent shivers skipping through Rachel’s body. Her nipples peaked, then ached, her body yearning for more contact. Her breathing deepened, growing choppy with anticipation. She was already wet from watching the various couplings. Her pussy demanded relief in the form of his massive cock.

“I will go as slow as you wish, my Queen.” Eros took a deep calming breath. “Tell me what you want.”

“I w-want.” Her voice cracked. “I want you.”

Eros wrapped his arms around her, drawing her against his warm body. His lips touched her forehead, then he kissed her eyes and nose. He bypassed her mouth and sought out the pulse point along her vulnerable throat. He nipped and pecked until he reached her earlobe. He sucked it between his teeth, licking and placing small bites around the shell of her ear.

Rachel mewled. She wanted more, much more. She pulled back. Eros’s eyes were glazed over with passion. She grabbed his hand and led him to the bed of furs. Rachel pulled on the material of her sarong until it dropped to the floor. Her small hands wrapped around his throbbing cock through the matching material.

“Finally, I get to feel you inside me.” She moved her hands tentatively up and down.

Fire flared from Eros, turning his aqua orbs molten. He sucked in a ragged breath and closed his eyes. “You are going to kill me, my Queen, if you keep up this tender torture.”

Rachel laughed, but didn’t drop her hands. She tugged, removing his clothing, then leaned forward and took Eros in her mouth. She could barely wrap her lips around his girth, although she loved pleasuring him this way. He was large. So big in fact, she was pretty sure there was no way he’d fit inside her…at least not all of him.

He stroked her hair. “I have dreamed about this moment,” he said, a bit breathless. “I have waited so long.”

Rachel stilled, recalling her own dreams. Then she smiled and sucked on him, running her tongue along the tip. He bucked in her mouth. His pre-cum tasted salty, sweet, and delicious. Rachel continued working his cock, reveling in the feel of his satiny hardness, until Eros pulled her away.

“’Tis my turn.” He laid her on the bed.

Eros fought the urge to rut inside her. She needed to be prepared for his entry. He sank to the floor and carefully spread her legs apart, enjoying the beauty of her flowering petals. She smelled musky and perfect, all woman—his woman. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting her pussy again.

He dipped his head. Her juices flowed from her, whetting his appetite. Eros found her clit and began working it with his tongue and teeth until it became engorged. Rachel’s head thrashed back and forth on the furs and her legs trembled. Her cries grew in volume as she reached her first of many peaks.

Eros rose up and positioned himself at her entrance. He debated whether to tell Rachel that she was once again a virgin, due to the healing energy the people had put forth at the celebration table. He decided against it. All the waiting, yearning, overwhelming need to join had culminated to this one moment. They were both too far gone. Some things were best left to experience.

Rachel felt pressure as Eros entered her. He had only just pushed the tip in, yet she felt stretched beyond belief. Was she that nervous about the wedding night that she’d tensed? Rachel didn’t think so. She’d just had an orgasm, if anything it should ease his way. She took a deep breath. This wasn’t going to work.

“Shh, I will fit, just relax,” he murmured through gritted teeth. Sweat broke out on Eros’s brow as he strained to maintain control as he inched in.

He slid a tiny bit further before being stopped by her woman’s barrier. Rachel’s breath caught. It wasn’t possible. She’d lost her virginity back in high school in the backseat of a Chevy on Prom night. She remembered because it had been such an unpleasant experience.