Enticed! Part 6

"Not yet, my little wh.o.r.e..." he purred.

Tamara couldn't believe this! It was fantastic! She felt a dampness between her legs as she leaned forward. She could smell the scent of their pa.s.sion-drenched bodies, and it was musky, unmistakable, since she'd smelled it before ... from her own explorations and the scent the young men gave off as they stroked themselves, just like what Wentar was presently doing over Alyani's ruby lipped mouth.

"I want you to suck me..." Wentar growled. He thrust his member between the woman's lips, and began to move his hips back and forth, thrusting in and out of her mouth. Alyani moaned, tugging at her bouncing b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Tamara put a hand to her own breast, rubbing it as her other hand sought underneath her gown, plunging into the hot, damp recesses of her being. A low moan escaped her lips as she mimicked Wentar's thrusts into the waiting mouth of his High Priestess. The two religious leaders were too caught up in their own forbidden pleasures to notice Tamara.

"Stop!" Wentar commanded, pulling out of Alyani's mouth suddenly.

Interested, Tamara waited breathlessly, to see what delicious thing they would do next.

"f.u.c.k me..." Alyani moaned. "Please...."

Wentar laughed. "You know I like it when you beg me, Aly. Beg me again..." His tone was harsh, and it caught Tamara off guard.

But Alyani was smiling wickedly. As the priest rose, she crawled to her knees, her head level with his hips. She shook back waves of long, black hair, and batted her green eyes coyly. She touched his manhood with a long finger, the tapered nail sc.r.a.ping gently along the length of it. A visible shudder went through Wentar. His low gasp brought the hairs on the back of Tamara's neck to stand on end.

"Oh, please ... please .... please f.u.c.k me..." Alyani breathed, her ruby red lips inches away from his throbbing erection. Drops of clear liquid appeared on its head, and Alyani slowly licked them off.

Tamara ventured to the very edge of the shadow that hid her from their view, and watched, her own pink lips open as she watched Wentar kneel, slowly pushing himself into Alyani's body. So that's how it's done! Then Wentar began to thrust into her, back and forth, faster and faster. Tamara's own body was reacting to his movement, and she could feel her own wetness running down her legs, but she didn't care. Her hand had brought one full breast out of her sleeping gown, fondling it as she watched her two supposedly pious spiritual leaders f.u.c.king each other as though they did this every day.

Tabitha Bradley Enticed! 46 They do, she realized as she watched them.

Alyani was screaming, and Wentar was groaning.

Probably every night!

"f.u.c.ka"f.u.c.ka"f.u.c.k...." Alyani screamed, over and over.

Tamara moaned, feeling a trembling inside her as she stroked herself. A fire spread from her loins to her stomach, to her feet, and she became unsteady on them. She was panting as she watched Wentar's body go rigid, and Alyani's began to tremble uncontrollably. Wentar gasped, and collapsed on top of Alyani.

Tamara moaned again, and tumbled to the floor, into the circle of light cast by the candles.

After a moment, Alyani said, "What was that?"

Tamara, lost in pleasure, nonetheless, froze.

Wentar looked up. "We aren't alone," he said quietly.

Tamara's eyes opened up, and she found herself looking directly into the eyes of the two naked spiritual leaders. She slowly stood up, adjusting her sleeping gown under the voracious gaze of the man and the woman.

"Thank you," she said softly. "That was very educational." And she turned, running into the shadows, before they could collect themselves enough to come after her.

The Directorate had landed on the World two days ago. And it was, they discovered, very unhappy about being found and forced back into the Directorate. They declared it a hostile colony, and began martial steps to reclaim it. When they arrived in the Temple's province, they approached the planet's spiritual center with caution. Expecting to take the World's leaders, the High Priests and Priestesses, as their hostages against the compliance of the citizens, a crack team was dispatched at night to retrieve them.

Blissfully unaware of their impending doom, since their primitive lifestyle forbade any kind of electronic communication, the Temple's people slept (and otherwise...).

Tamara was able to run back to her room unseen, which was good for her, since she was still flush and wet from her encounter in the sanctuary. She crept into her tiny cell, and shut and bolted the door. As she collapsed into her bed, she knew she must escape this place and try out what she'd seen for herself.

A shadow moved by her window.

She looked up. Nothing was there now, had she been seeing things on top of everything else? No. Perhaps it had been Wentar, she'd seen the look of l.u.s.t in his eyes as she stood, her gown in disarray, her breast exposed. Even though she'd seen more of the High Priest that night than she supposed many had, she did not want to have that man's hands on her body, touching her the way he'd touched Alyani. That brought another thought. Alyani. Perhaps it had been her at the window. A shiver went through Tamara's body. Alyani was lovely, with black hair and green eyes, and a perfect body. That was the main reason she'd become High Priestess in the first place, since she looked like the G.o.ddess Iliah. Alyani had looked at her with the same hunger she'd seen in Wentar's eyes. Tamara wondered what it would feel like to have Alyani's hands on her body, caressing her, her lips on her skin, kissing her...

Thump!

Tamara sat up in her bed.

The window was opening, and a dark figure climbed in.

"Who is that?" Tamara asked.

The figure rose up, and became a man. He was muscular, with dark hair such as Tamara had only seen on women of her culture, and he was handsome. G.o.ds! She'd never seen such a beautiful male before! He seemed as though he'd stepped from her dreams, instead of from real life. He was clad in a stylized tunic the color of stormy skies, with a burgundy tr.i.m.m.i.n.g, and his pants were fitted, with a stripe the same color as his tunic trim running down the side. He held a black object in his hand, which he lowered as soon as he saw her.

"G.o.ds," he breathed, "I didn't expect anyone to be in here, the plan says these are all storage rooms."

Tamara stood up. His eyes widened as he caught a full view of her. Her sleeping gown had slipped down, baring one shoulder, the mounds of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s barely covered by the neck of the thing. Her nipples were erect and standing out against the material. The hem of the gown hit just below her hips, baring a good amount of shapely leg. He let his gaze move over her, coming to rest on her lovely face. A smile curved his lips. He tossed the rifle he'd been holding on a nearby chair.

"So, why are you sleeping in a storage room?" he asked her.

She smiled. "It's not a storage room, my gorgeous who-ever-you-are, it's the room I've had since I was a child. I work as a servant in this Temple. Your 'plans' must have been wrong."

His grin widened. She didn't seem at all frightened by his appearance, and in fact, seemed to welcome it. As she stepped toward him, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s moved against the material of her gown. His eyes followed them, and he licked his lips. "My name is Aaron, what's yours?"

Tamara tried the sound out on her lips. "Aaron. Mm. I like that." It seemed perfect. This man, wherever he came from, was perfect. "My name is Tamara," she said.

Aaron watched as she approached him. "Tamara," he said, "Lovely." He could feel the effect her presence was having on him. It made him almost forget the reason he had come here in the first place. After all, he was this mission's leader! But, as this woman stepped closer to him, he felt a heat building inside him that urged him to take her in his arms, and...

Tamara touched his face. "I don't know where you came from, or why, Aaron, and I don't care. You're not from the World, and that's all that matters."

Aaron grabbed her hand, forcing it from his face. "Why?"

"I've been waiting for you my entire life," she said, slowly, sensually licking her lips.

He smiled. "I think I know what you want." The mission be d.a.m.ned! He hadn't had a woman in weeks, and here was one, a d.a.m.ned s.e.xy one, offering herself to him. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s touched up against his chest as she stepped closer. A warm, s.e.xy scent rose from her body, and Aaron knew, if he touched that soft, silky flesh, it would be hot.

"Yes," she said, as he wrapped her in his arms. "Teach me. I want to know everything..."

Aaron registered mild surprise. "You haven'ta""

Tamara laughed, low, innocently seductive. "Not yet. Now. I've waited so long..."

Aaron considered this as his lips found hers, kissing her with a l.u.s.ty possessiveness that surprised him. If this girl was a virgin, she'd sure done her research well. The way her body undulated against his as he pressed her into him, the sweetness of her wet, steamy mouth, the firmness of her round b.r.e.a.s.t.s as they rubbed against his chest, certainly wasn't the sign of an untried woman. He hesitated. Perhaps he ought to be carefula"

Tamara's low moan caught him. "No," she said. "Don't treat me like a crystal sculpture. Treat me like a woman."

Aaron looked into her eyes. "I tend to be rough," he warned.

Tamara smiled. "I like it rough," she purred. "Do what you will with me. I'm yours."

Aaron grinned wickedly. "Alright. But remember, I warned you."

With that, he ripped the gown from her body. Tamara gasped as his head came down on one of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, catching the nipple in his teeth, and nipping at it. "Oh ... yes..." He began to suck her nipple, pulling at it as she leaned back in his arms. "Oh ... please... Suck me, Aaron, I want to remember what it feels like!"

"G.o.ds, Tamara..." he muttered, "I love your t.i.ts!"

Tamara laughed, jiggling said t.i.ts erotically in his face. He moaned.

"Yes..." she said softly, "I've been told I have been blessed with big, beautiful t.i.ts. I agree."

Aaron laughed. "I can suck other parts of you as well, Tamara..."

"Then do it," she growled. "Suck every part of my body if you desire to. Lick me, touch me ... f.u.c.k me..."

Aaron smiled at the sound of her l.u.s.t roughened voice. He gave both nipples a final tug, and pulled her back up to face him.

"Now, Tamara, lay back on your bed, and let me show you how one 'eats' another..."

"'Eats'?" she questioned, with a secretive smile. "If that's what I think it is, then that's wicked and evil..."

Aaron narrowed his eyes uncertainly. He knew the religious beliefs of these people were orthodox, but...

Tamara laughed then, and flopped down on her bed. "Let's do it!" she said pa.s.sionately. "The more evil and wicked the Temple considers it, the more I want to!" His eyes widened as she spread-eagled herself in front of him, exposing her dripping wet femaleness. "Eat me, Aaron, until you're full of me..."

He grinned. Kneeling at the foot of her bed, he grabbed Tamara by the ankles, and pulled her down so that her b.u.t.tocks rested against the end of the mattress, her feet on the floor. She giggled, and he watched with pleasure as she put hands to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, expertly fondling them. "Now, my dear, for the feast..." he whispered, and before she had time to comprehend what he'd said, he put his face to her crotch, and began licking her.

Tamara gasped out loud. Oh, that felt like a" like a" like nothing a" she'd ever felt before! When he was done licking her entire area, with a suspiciously villainous chuckle, Aaron took her into his mouth, and began sucking her! He made sensual slurping noises as he sucked and teased her small sensitive bud with his lips and tongue. She moaned loudly, squirming under his expert ministrations.

Aaron tasted the sweetness of her female juices as he sucked and licked them out of her. He felt the stirrings of his own desire, no, l.u.s.t, as his body reacted to her closeness, the taste of her, the feel of her, the smell of her. He was harder than he'd been in a long time, and he felt an urge to bury himself deep within this woman, who even now, he was f.u.c.king with his tongue. Her moans of pleasure were becoming louder, as she wiggled around on the bed.

Tamara felt a sizzling current race from between her legs to all points of her body at once, and she gasped sharply. It boiled within her, and suddenly exploded in a searing blaze of ecstasy. Tamara screamed.

Aaron laughed.

Neither of them cared if anyone had heard her.

Aaron walked over to Tamara's side, and sat down on the bed next to her. Tears were running down her face, but she was smiling at him.

"Aaron ... that was ... fantastic."

He kissed her, his hand playing with her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "There's more ... much more..."

Slowly, she sat up, trembling. "More. Oh, Aaron, I know there's more. Show me."

He quickly unfastened his uniform tunic, tossing it to the floor. His t-shirt followed after, baring his smooth, muscular chest to her eyes. Tamara smiled as she saw the large bulge in the front of his fitted charcoal grey pants. She reached a hand out to touch it, and found it as hard as she thought it would be. Aaron smiled.

"Do you like the way I feel, Tamara?" he asked huskily.

"Yes," she breathed, brushing her hand over the hard length hidden by smooth material.

"Do you want to see me?"

"Yes."

Standing, Aaron shucked his pants in a heartbeat, and turned to face her, as naked as she. Tamara gasped with fascination. Oh, she'd certainly seen naked men before, but none looked the way Aaron did! Smooth corded muscles covered his virile body, not an ounce of fat on him anywhere. And his manhood swelled unrestricted before her appreciative eyes. He was indeed more beautiful than any man she'd ever seen before.

"Touch me if you want to," Aaron said, his low voice rough, yet gentle, as he watched her reaction to him.

Tamara did as she was bidden, without reservation. She had been waiting forever to touch a man in this way. His sigh was so full of pleasure as her soft hands began caressing him, that she thought for a moment he'd die of it. The skin was silky, and slid like velvet along a steel shaft. Tamara smiled with delight as her hand movements alone brought drops of liquid to the head. Thinking of the scene she'd witnessed earlier, she put her lips to him, licking off the drops.

"Tamara!" he exclaimed in pa.s.sion thickened surprise.

A low, s.e.xy giggle answered him as she kissed him, then slid him slowly between her lips. A long, low moan came from Aaron. She began sliding her mouth along his shaft, feeling the silk-like skin slide with her. This was utterly fascinating! And so totally erotic ... she felt herself getting wetter as she did this incredible thing to him.

"Tamara ... kit ... suck on me..." came his voice from above her, as soft as a whisper, yet as hard as crystal.

Suck on him? Wow, good idea! She began to suckle his manhood, as he'd earlier suckled her. A low groan came from him, and he began to rock his hips back and forth. She sighed.

"G.o.ds ... yes ... oh yes..."

Tamara let her hands explore, finding his tight, muscular b.u.t.t, and squeezing it as he pumped her mouth. She gave a low moan.

Aaron began to move faster, groaning at the sensations her hot mouth and soft, velvety tongue were creating within him. He'd grabbed her shoulders, holding her still while he pushed at her.

"Yeah, Tam ... let me f.u.c.k your mouth," he whispered, pounding into her while she sighed and moaned, enjoying this as much as he was.

"Mm..." she said.

The harder he moved, the louder Tamara moaned. His body began to tremble, and he looked down at her. "I-I'm going to come a" do you want me to pull out?"

Tamara put her hands to him, shaking her head. A low giggle came from her as she sucked at him, hard, and he gasped.

That did it. Aaron exploded into her mouth, filling her with his seed. She swallowed the warm, musky stuff, rivulets running out of the corner of her mouth, and down her chin. As he pulled out, Tamara took a finger to catch the liquid, making sure she had his attention when she slowly licked it from her finger, her pink tongue making long, sensuous strokes over her skin.

Aaron moaned softly as his member stiffened again. G.o.ds, this woman was a f.u.c.king turn-on! He had to take her back with him!

"Now what?" she asked softly.

He knelt in front of her, putting his mouth to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She moaned as he sucked her, harder than ever, kneading her other breast with a warm hand. She wiggled.

"Now..." he breathed from the valley of her cleavage, "Now, my dear, we f.u.c.k."

Tamara felt a shiver of excitement rush through her at the sound of the word "f.u.c.k"... she moaned again. "Do it, Aaron. f.u.c.k me," she whispered, loving the sound of her own pa.s.sionate voice. "f.u.c.k me," she said again, smiling.

He pushed her back on the bed, and positioned himself over her. His manhood was stiff and throbbing as he lowered it towards her hot, sweaty, trembling body. She watched him as he rubbed the head of his c.o.c.k against her, and she began to pant. Then he shoved himself to the hilt in her steamy, wet body, and she gasped, the gasp turning into a low moan.

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