Captive Heroes (23 page)

“I beg you, female. Make me come.”

For a split second, she almost nodded. Almost. But then she shook her head.

“Warrior woman, you do not wish to play this with me at this time,” he growled. He withdrew his cock from her mouth.

“Fuck me, my warrior man. Or we both suffer,” she whispered in a voice laced with arousal and defiance. Wow, she’d never been like this before. The need for release was driving her nuts.

He growled again, this time a louder, wilder moan that sent her blood boiling with greater need. She gasped as he brought the headrest upward slowly, to where it had been earlier, and whimpered her thanks as he stalked around her to stand between her thighs. His engorged cock looked so thick and swollen. He wouldn’t last and she was grateful she could bring a man such as Blackie to do her bidding in the end.

In a matter of seconds he had the succulent, air suction cup off her pussy and they both cried out as his thick cock head plunged into her slick, trembling vagina.

Victory!

He didn’t waste time. He pumped into her like a demon. And she loved it. The combination of the nipple suction, the anal probe and Blackie’s desperate thrusts was exactly what she needed to send her over the edge.

Into heaven.

They fucked like wild animals for many hours, taking turns with the machine, making each other beg until they were both so spent they ended spooned together in one of the narrow beds in the spaceship. His hot body kept her backside nice and toasty and a peace she’d never experienced before hugged her. She wanted to stay here forever. She probably could too. They had the replicator for food and other supplies. They had the spaceship for shelter and she had Blackie. That was all she needed.

More than twenty-four hours had passed and Blackie was still alive, still breathing, so what she’d learned from those Yellow Hair virgins had been true. A twenty-four-hour sex marathon was the cure for Passion Poison. Too funny.

Behind her, Blackie stirred and then his face nuzzled against her neck. The stubble of his beard sparked some heavy-duty friction against her tender flesh.

“You’re a fantastic lover, Blackie. But you need a shave. You’ve even given me pussy burn from all those times you took me with that magical mouth of yours.”

He chuckled against her neck, the laughter rich and musical. Without warning, he moved his arm around her waist, pulling her until she rolled onto her back. He took her mouth in such a wickedly erotic kiss, she was gasping for air by the time they were finished.

“Wow, you kiss great too,” she whispered, trying to find her voice.

“Compliments will get you everywhere, warrior woman,” he said as his arm around her waist squeezed gently.

“Are the storms still here?” he asked.

“It is slowing down a little.”

“Then we must talk.”

A sliver of panic shifted through her at the determination in his voice. Suddenly she wasn’t so peaceful anymore. “About?” she asked hesitantly.

“How do you know about this replicator? Only the Queens and High Queens know of technologies. Are you one of them? Or are you truly the Goddess of Freedom, the female who knows all?”

She? She knew all?

She wanted to laugh at his question, but it was time to tell him the truth. Time to tell him she really knew nothing at all.

“I can’t remember anything before I woke up, after you found me near those Fever Swamps,” she confessed.

His sharp inhalation and the way he tensed reassured her she’d done a pretty good job of keeping her secret.

“I do not understand. You say your name is Kinley. How do you know this?”

“My bracelet. See?” She held up her arm to show him the metal bracelet on her wrist.

“I was never educated to read. What does this say?” He brushed his fingers along the engraved words.

He couldn’t read? That seemed odd, but it did seem everything she was experiencing was odd anyway.

“It says I am allergic to bee stings and that my name is Kinley Hero.”

“Hero? This was the name of the female with Jarod. The female who looks exactly like you. Piper Hero.”

She’d forgotten about that other woman who looked like her. Forgotten about everything except saving Blackie.

“I fear I will lose you if I take you to her,” he said.

“You know where she is?”

“I know of where these Hero men and their women live, yes. I suspect Jarod will be bringing this Piper woman to them. I came upon their village a long time ago during my explorations, when they were first there. I did not show myself or they would have left.”

“Why would they have left?” She grinned and stroked his shadowed face. “Were they afraid of you? You do look dangerous and deadly cute.”

“They have a right to fear anyone who is with the Death Valley Boys. The Boys would kill the males and any babies and take the females for their slaves.”

“Would you kill males and babies?” She didn’t think he would. How could he? He was a wild, sexual man who just wanted someone to love him. Or at least that’s what she could see. A man full of hurt at being treated badly by women. A man who wanted his own chance at love.

“I have killed males. I did so in self-defense. I would not harm a child and would stop any killing of one if I could.”

She could tell by the pride in his voice he was bragging. She liked it when he bragged. It just proved that beneath his dangerous, tough exterior lay a cute, gentle teddy bear if given the chance.

They lay quietly for a while before he spoke again.

“Will I lose you if I take you to them? You were defiant enough with me when I captured you and wished to make you mine. I fear they will take you away from me and you will go with them.”

Gosh, he really was being vulnerable and serious here, wasn’t he? Maybe she didn’t even want him to take her to this place. But she needed to find out her true identity. To find out why she didn’t want to know who she really was. Maybe she was a bad person. Maybe she had this memory loss problem because she was a nasty person with an evil personality.

Kinley stared at her bracelet. No, she wasn’t evil. She’d been hit on the head and had forgotten her identity. She needed to get it back. At the very least she should go and meet these people.

“No one will take me away from you, Blackie. I may not know who I am or why I know all about how this spaceship works, but I do know that I don’t do anything I don’t want to do. You should know me by now. You should know the minute you put that collar around my neck, I belonged to you.”

He grinned, his dark eyes glistening with excitement. “Ah, I realized you wished to submit.”

“I don’t want to be away from you. Ever.”

“Such strong words from such an independent woman.”

“I know what I want, Blackie, and I want you.”

He leaned closer and his lips brushed erotically against hers, leaving her craving more kisses. “And I wish you, Kinley Hero.”

“Then it’s settled. We stay together. No matter what. And I mean that quite literally.”

She laughed as she moved out from beneath his heavy arm and climbed on top of him. Inhaling sharply, she guided his heavy, stiff shaft into her pussy and began a slow rocking motion.

“Together, forever,” he said and groaned as she began to ride him hard.

“Forever,” she agreed. And truly meant it.

Chapter Thirteen

The water appeared like a dark gray mirror as they paddled through the never-ending swamp and Kayla didn’t dare take longer than a few seconds of breaks from paddling. It was way too creepy in here to be hanging around. Everything looked the same. One after another almost identical fat, warped tree trunks passed by them. Dark-green strands of moss dangled from the twisted branches of huge, towering cypress trees, and she wished they had stayed back at the small cabin.

But they hadn’t. After making love yesterday morning they’d fallen asleep and upon awakening they’d both been more refreshed than ever before. They’d gone in search of the boat Taylor had mentioned being hidden somewhere nearby and found it. It was a birch bark two-man kayak and blades of excitement had wrapped around her, knowing she would see her brothers and hopefully Piper soon, and then they could set out to look for Kinley.

After making sure the boat was water-worthy by taking it out for a short spin along the river, Taylor had caught some more fish, cooked them and they’d eaten the fresh delicacy with the dried fruit from the baskets in the cabin. Night had fallen swiftly and, after another round of hot, fantastic sex, they’d slept soundly in each other’s arms.

Morning had come way too quickly, the hot, golden sunshine streaming into the cabin waking them. Their adventure into this horridly endless swamp had started soon after and the eerie scenery was making goose bumps pop up all over her bare arms and legs.

“How long before we get there?” she asked for what must have been the hundredth time. She just couldn’t help her curiosity. Not to mention she couldn’t wait to have that butt plug out and Taylor thrusting into her. The erotic plug was playing havoc with her senses and every time she so much as squirmed, it reminded her of what Taylor had in mind for her.

From behind her, he chuckled. “We have tonight to ourselves and perhaps another night. We will see.”

“And…“ She wanted to ask if he would take her plug out tonight, but just couldn’t bring herself to do it. “And it’s going to keep looking like this?” She grimaced at the monotonous array of stumps and trees.

“It is a big area.”

“Is the water safe to drink?”

“This water is not as the Fever Swamps. You will not crave release if you drink from this water. However, I do not wish you to. That is why we have this bucket full of the river water.”

Yeah, yeah, she knew that. She just wanted to make sure she wasn’t going to end up like some feral out-of control female who needed to mate with this guy all the time. Not that she didn’t want to have sex with her sexy Tarzan again.

She did. Oh boy, did she. Maybe that Fever Swamp water stuff was still humming along in her system because she wanted more hot and fantastic orgasms from the guy. She glared at the creepy scenery. But she wanted out of here more. Dipping the carved wooden oar into the water, she began to paddle harder. She wanted out of this place and she wanted out now.

* * * * *

Taylor could not stop smiling as he gazed upon Kayla’s beautiful back. He could tell by the frown in her voice she did not like this place. Truth be told, neither did he. But it was the fastest route to travel to find the Hero brothers. Upon arriving at the shelter, he had been afraid that perhaps Jarod had been through there and taken the only boat.

He’d been relieved when they found it. It made him wonder where Jarod and Piper were. The Death Valley Boys had mentioned the couple had been in Death Valley, but someone had aided their escape. Who could it have been? He had his suspicions. There were a handful of Boys who were sympathetic to the plight of the females and they had opted to remain in Death Valley in order to change things from the inside out. At the way the females back at the tree house had been treated, Taylor could see that idea had not worked well at all.

He focused his attention back on Kayla. Her dark-yellow hair glistened over her shoulders in the golden rays of the early afternoon sunshine. Luscious, tanned muscles moved in her upper arms as she continued to paddle. She was a strong female given how fast she made the boat speed.

Taylor’s grin widened. She would be weary tonight, but he had plans for the female. He could hardly wait.

* * * * *

“You’re a very beautiful, enticing woman,” Taylor whispered through the darkness, snapping Kayla out of her worries for her siblings.

She and Taylor sat across from each other at the tiny campfire they’d made on a small island in the horrid swamp. Until now, she’d been shivering with unease at how creepy the trees looked in the spooky moonlight, but the erotic tone of his voice turned her shivers into sensual tremors and anticipation raced into her bloodstream. She found herself gazing into his eyes. Eyes that spoke of arousal and excitement.

Her? Beautiful? Enticing?

No man had called her beautiful before. She’d been called pretty, cute and maybe even adorable by the handful of guys she’d dated, but definitely not beautiful. And to tell the truth, she really liked being called beautiful and enticing.

“You’re pretty handsome yourself,” she replied, loving the reflection of the fire flickering in his eyes.

“I wish to take you now,” he breathed.

Oh wow. Take me, Tarzan.

She was very aware of him as he stood. He was a tall guy and, as he strode around the fire toward her, his limp returned. But that was forgotten when her gaze dropped to the nice erection pushing boldly against his loincloth. When he reached out his hand to her, her fingers melted into his hot grip. He helped her to her feet and suddenly he was the only thing that existed in the world.

Gosh, how did that all work?

One minute she was perfectly normal and worrying about her siblings, and the next she just wanted to lose herself in the arousals of sex with her Tarzan hunk.

“I want you to take me, Taylor. Take me any way you want,” she whispered. Her voice was husky and guttural. She swore she’d never been so sensual before.

Desire flared in his eyes as she gave him her permission. His need to take her in the way no man had ever taken her echoed inside her. An overwhelming need to touch him had her reaching out and caressing those raised scars. He inhaled sharply as she ran her fingers over the crisscrossed welts. She leaned closer, bending her head, kissing the wide expanse of his chest, loving the downy hairs as they tingled against her lips. Her mouth whispered over his flesh and for a moment she was sorry for the pain he had endured beneath the whippings.

“This reminds me of the night before I left you to go to the tree shelter to see who was there,” he said softly. “You did this same thing with your fingers. Your sexy touch over my scars. It aroused me. That night I had wished to take you right then and there,” he whispered, his fingers squeezing hers.

Kayla shuddered as she remembered that night and lifted her head to gaze into his eyes again. He looked so serious her heart ached for him.

“I was so scared for you that night, Taylor. I thought I would never see you again,” she confessed.

His eyes twinkled in the moonlight with a wicked fierceness that gave her the indication she was the only woman in the world and her heart did some mighty nice flips.

“Seeing you again is what made me keep walking,” he said. “It is what kept me from crawling beneath a tree and just lying there. I have no doubt I would have perished if not for my wanting to see you again. To take you again. You saved my life.”

Tears pricked her eyes. Just the thought of not having him in her life made her breath catch. He lifted a hand and, with his calloused fingers, tenderly brushed away a stray tear that ran down her left cheek. Gosh, but he was so gentle when he touched her.

He smiled and brushed his fingers across her trembling lips. “When the sun comes up again, I will bring you to your clan. I wish for us to remain together after that.”

His saying they would be together seemed so right.

She nodded. “I think that can be arranged, Taylor. I think we can remain joined every night too.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him and he chuckled, apparently catching her meaning.

He let go of her hand and slid his breechclout over his hips. She gasped as his immense erection burst free. Suddenly, she was desperate to have his flesh against hers. She ached to have him inside her.

Slipping her skirt over her hips, she dropped the filmy cloth to the ground and stepped out of it. And when she looked back up, he took her in a fierce kiss that sent her senses tumbling into a sensual whirlwind. To steady herself, she clutched his arms and his well-built muscles rippled beneath her fingers.

Such strength in those arms. Such power in his kiss.

When he broke the succulent kiss, they were both breathing heavily.

“Turn around, over there by the large rock. Place your hands on it. I wish to take you from behind.”

The raw animalistic command made her heart hammer and Kayla swallowed as nervousness shifted aside her arousal. She walked over to the rock he’d indicated. Small sticks snapped beneath his bare feet and his breaths were heavy in the darkness as he approached from behind.

“Hands on the rock. Spread your legs.”

She did as instructed, lust bursting inside of her like a dam. This position reminded her of that first time he’d had sex with her. He did seem to enjoy taking her that way, didn’t he?

She grinned and waited anxiously. For several tense seconds he remained silent. Just as she was about to turn around, her eyes flew open in surprise and she tensed as hot air blew against her pussy.

Taylor chuckled…from beneath her!

She gasped as his mouth melted against her labia lips and he pulled her flesh into his hot mouth. Oh wow! This was awesome.

His hands smoothed over her thighs and he held her tight, preventing her from moving. His teeth took part in the action too, skimming almost painfully along the length of her pussy lips, and then he let go, leaving behind a trail of exquisite fire. He moved his face ever so slightly, and she jerked as his tongue lapped up along her vaginal opening and settled on a maddeningly erotic lashing against her sensitive clit. She moaned softly as her vagina clenched. Her cream slid down her channel and he slurped it into his mouth. Then he returned to arousing her clit, whipping against it like a fiery flame. Gosh, she loved the erotic trembles that shimmered then burst to life throughout her body.

She curled her hands into fists on the rock, stifling her moans as her pussy strained against his face. She cried out her frustration as he suddenly broke the intimate seduction.

“Your taste is the best of any female I have had,” he whispered against her pussy, and then he drove his face against her again.

Huh! Any female?

Well, at least this time at the mention of other females she didn’t experience jealousy. He belonged to her. No matter what, and that made all the difference.

She jerked as he lapped at her clit. Moaned as his face pressed harder into her pussy. Her thighs quivered and her legs went rubbery with delightful weakness as he continued his sensual assault. Within seconds, he had her panting and writhing against his tight hold.

With one hand he let go of her thigh and at the same time moved his face away from her pussy. She held her breath as he slowly slid the plug from her. The pressure disappearing from her body left her with an emptiness she ached to have filled by him.

A moment later, he dipped his fingers into the little box of lube he’d made. Her heart began to beat faster as he pressed a finger against her sphincter. His finger slid inside her, the cool smoothness of the lube stroking her tense muscles, and she moaned her appreciation at being filled again.

While his lubed finger explored her back end, excitement zipped through her as he pressed his face against her pussy, his tongue thrusting against her clit like a miniature cock.

The man certainly knew what he was doing because she was moaning and gyrating her hips as more cream flowed down her channel and into his greedy mouth. She gave a strangled cry and bucked against him, wanting more pressure and more pleasure.

He withdrew his finger and moved his face away, leaving her gasping and wanting. He inserted two lubed fingers into her ass. The soothing lube was a welcome relief, but when his hot mouth fused over her pussy and his tongue dipped into her vagina, she twisted into the ecstasy.

Impatience made her grind her pussy into his face and he began a hard tongue plunge into her vagina. The two fingers in her ass began an accompanying stroke that had her craving a deeper penetration back there.

He inserted three lubed fingers and the bite of pleasure-pain stretched into her. This time when his mouth slipped over her pussy his teeth began a torturous nibbling against her clit and the sweet bite rocked her entire being. Without warning, she bucked and jerked, her body trembling as an orgasm snowballed through her in a fierce explosion.

She gyrated wildly against his face, loving the carnal shudders that ripped through her body, enjoying the spasms rocking deep inside her vagina. As her anal muscles tightly gripped Taylor’s quickly plunging fingers, she gasped in awe at the intoxicating bite.

He withdrew his fingers and while she whimpered at the loss, Taylor scrambled from between her legs. His firm hands settled onto her hips and she couldn’t stop the strangled cry of relief and need for him as the tip of his cock head slipped into her ass.