The horse galloped on for hours, carrying the two riders farther and farther from Sapphire Lake. Wick’s stallion was a descendant of genetically engineered horses brought to the planet two hundred years before. He was bigger and stronger than the original horses from Earth with greater stamina due to a stronger, larger heart and greater lung capacity. But even Arracon got tired after many miles.
A light touch on the reins signaled the stallion to slow his pace to a walk while Wick gazed about looking for a suitable place to bed for the night. A few minutes later he spotted a grove of trees with a steep rock face at the back.
Wick had only one pallet, but he wouldn’t have given Lora one if he had another. He had untied her to tend to her needs but tethered her so she couldn’t go far. Then he bound her hands behind her back again and helped her lay down on his pallet he’d spread over a soft bed of moss. He lay down beside her, watching her chest rise and fall.
She was beautiful, and her breasts looked luscious under the tunic. He decided now was as good a time as any to get a look at what he had. Her tunic fastened up the front with wooden buttons, and he started unfastening them one by one.
“No,” Lora shook her head, “please don’t, not like this.”
“Relax, Lora. I’m not going to rape you,” he murmured and caressed her cheek.
“Then what?” she asked, eyes brimming with tears. She sighed and blinked back her tears, and Wick apparently took that as consent.
“I’m just going to show you how good I can make you feel,” assured her. “Better than Vargan I bet.”
“We never…” she said, staring up at the night sky while he continued opening her top. Her breath came a little faster, and she felt a clenching between her thighs, remembering his kisses.
Lora had thought he was going to kill her because of what Vargan did, but now she realized he intended to keep her for himself. She could try to escape when he went to sleep. Where would she go if she did? She had barely been out of the village her whole life. She had repeatedly been warned that something like this could happen if she did.
But those delicious berries were so tempting, so sweet and juicy. She didn’t believe there was any danger that close to the village of Diamond Bay.
It never occurred to her that picking berries would get her kidnapped by one of the mountain clansmen. She had heard that Vargan had killed Camron McKell, so this man had to be Darwick… Wicked Wick McKell.
He was wicked all right---wickedly handsome with a toned muscular body. Vargan was attractive, but Wick was gorgeous. If truth be told, Lora was more afraid to be wed to Vargan than of what Wick was doing to her. Vargan had a well-known mean streak that seemed to run in his family. There had been talk that he was rough with women and didn’t take no for an answer.
Lora couldn’t believe he father had made a deal for her to marry Vargan Rode. She had no more choice in her fate with her own family than she had with this mountain man. Somehow he seemed much more exciting, especially the way he was looking at her.
Wick slowly pushed open the sides of her tunic and pushed down the wrap she wore to support her full breasts, staring down at them under the light of Oltarin’s two moons. As the cool night air hit them, her rosy nipples peaked. She heard Wick hum his approval, then she watched him drawing circles around her nipples with his fingers. He plucked at them and pinched them gently, then kneaded them in his hands.
Lora didn’t want to like it, but she admitted to her self that it did feel good. She could try to fight him, but there wasn’t much she could do with her hands tied behind her back and his leg holding her down. Then he started kissing and licking her breast while working on the other with his hand. He kissed his way around her nipple then took it into his mouth and sucked it gently.
An intensely pleasurable sensation surged through her body, and she gasped. Her feminine center clenched and she was unable to stop the moan of pleasure that escaped her lips. This was unexpected. She had only ever shared a few kisses with Vargan, and she hadn’t exactly enjoyed them. This…she had never felt anything like this.
“See,” he murmured, “I’m not going to hurt you at all.” Then he went back to pleasuring her breasts.
Her breathing quickened between moans and sighs. She could have resisted him more earnestly if he were actually hurting her. She felt helpless to resist the delicious sensations rushing through her and making her core throb with need.
Was it because he bound her hands behind her back and held her down that she could let herself enjoy the exquisite sensations from his mouth and hands. She should feel appalled, but she felt pleasure in his touch.
Next, she felt him untie the tie on her pants and slip his hand inside, down over her belly and into the curls of her mons. Then his fingers found the core of her sex and her hips bucked and she moaned. She had never felt anything like this. She shouldn’t like what he was doing. He might not be raping her, but she hadn’t asked for this.
Did she really want him to stop? He slid a finger inside her and rubbed his thumb against her clit making her squirm in pleasure. As she let out a moan, he moved from her breasts and kissed her mouth, coaxing her to open for him. She knew she was lost as she started kissing him back.
Wick kept kissing her while he worked her pussy with his finger inside her and rubbing her clit until he made her come. She moaned into his mouth and bucked her hips as he kept her writhing against his hand. She had never felt anything like he had just made her feel. Lora was being submerged into a haze of sexual pleasure and merely let it envelop her.
Wick McKell no longer scared her. But he wasn’t finished. He was pulling down her pants, and she looked at him wide-eyed. But he stopped when they were just below her hips as he sat straddling her legs.
He parted the hair of her mons and opened her outer nether lips to reveal her sensitive bud. She gasped in surprise when he leaned down and kissed her there, tonguing her bud. She shrieked with excitement, writhing against him.
Wick slid a finger inside her and found a barrier to her inner tunnel. She was a virgin. He could have broken that hymen, but he didn’t. He just went on pleasuring her with his lips and tongue until she came again, screaming her ecstasy into the night.
Lora thought she would lose her mind before he finally stopped, leaving her shuddering with wave after wave of a powerful orgasm. When it was over, he put her clothes back together the way they were. Then he turned her on her side and covered them both up, her hands still bound behind her. He held her spooned against him and soon was snoring softly near her ear.
He hadn’t raped her, but this was almost worse because now she knew she was helpless to resist him. Now she knew what it was to want a man, and she wanted him.