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The Authors:
Kaelan Rhywiol -
Samples:
Suspension:
Kaelan Rhywiol
Cams smile was dark, his sensuous lips curving to show his white teeth. “Yes, pleasure indeed.” His heavy lidded eyes went back to watch Jade with predatory intent as Mal was poured a glass of wine and offered a plate of food from one of the Handmaids.
Jade came forward to kneel on the cushion to the side of Cameron's chair, and settled into the pose known as téigh ar do ghlúine, the customary position of
submission. Her feet tucked neatly beneath her bum, her knees evenly spaced and holding her weight, her back straight and supple, head bowed and her eyes cast demurely down to her hands, which she kept folded in her lap.
Cameron's voice was husky, “Take a glass of wine Jade.” Once she had done so, and replaced the glass on the table, he said “Disrobe, and stand on the block. She let the robe fall from her shoulders to pool in a slithering rush of heavy silk at
her feet and walked to the polished wooden block in the middle of the room, she took her place on it and stood with her hands on her head, her silky black hair hanging loose to her hips, one foot in front of the other, one hip canted up, back straight and head high. She kept her eyes to the floor and waited, knowing that the men's eyes followed her.
“She makes a stunning decoration” Mal observed, enjoying his wine. “She does at that” Cameron murmured, his eyes caressing this most beautiful and precious of objects, his Jade.
He threw back the last of his wine and rising, took the black silk mask from the table. “Step down” he ordered her, and after she’d complied, He fitted the mask over Jades emerald eyes, knowing how erotic she found it when those emotionless eyes were covered and she couldn’t see. It was an enormous bond
of trust between them that she allowed it. He enjoyed watching her breathing quicken as he took her vision from her. He leaned down, and grasping her face between his hands he kissed her, deeply, lovingly, lingering over her mouth and tongue. Reveling in the taste of her, the catch of her breath as he caught her up.
He tasted of the dark, thick, wine as he kissed her and Jade surrendered her control to him in an almost painful relief. His hands drew down over her jaw and throat, skimming her collar of gemstones and down over her shoulders. His hands were firm and warm as he slid them down her biceps and down to grasp her wrists.
“Walk backwards” he ordered, his voice husky with arousal. He guided her with his hands on her wrists, holding them to her sides, and when he had her where he wanted her, he lifted one wrist and secured it with a leather manacle, the chains clinking above her head. He buckled her into the suspension harness, and a vibrator belt and then backed away. While not quite helpless, as she still had the use of her legs, she felt quite at a disadvantage as he left her. She heard the murmuring of the men's voices, but she was at sufficient distance and they quiet enough that she couldn’t understand their discussion.
The hum of the machinery and the clank of the chains was the loudest thing in the room, as one of the men raised the suspension harness so that she barely touched the floor with her toes. Two sets of warm hands took her by the knees, and she felt the thigh straps being buckled on, then the waist belt, the chains were tightened up and she was completely at their mercy. Suspended by the arms, waist and thighs, her legs were spread wide, her weight held relatively comfortably by the padded bindings. She felt her labia swell and dampen, unfurling her damp folds as she felt their eyes on her. The sheer helplessness that she felt was so erotic to her, it made her lower belly melt and her clitoris throb and tingle in anticipation.
The padding of bare male feet came to her, and she was surrounded front and back by hard male chests. They pressed to her, and their body types were similar enough that she couldn’t tell who was before and who was behind. The height of the sling was exactly right to brush her open sex over a hard cock in front, and the man behind her held her tightly against him, pressing his hardness to her lower back. She gasped, they hadn’t done this before, but she knew what was in store as it was a common activity in the training facility, and she groaned with need. They were silent, completely, keeping the mystery of who was where for her as the man in front of her grasped her behind the waist and slid his hardness up and down her slick slit, playing with her entrance until she was squirming with need. He took pity on her and slid that hardness up into her body, stretching her deliciously. She leaned her head on the shoulder of the man behind her, and enjoyed the feel of each delicious inch pressing into her body, sliding out, slowly, so slowly, then back in…with a low pitched cry, she came, orgasming in waves of pleasure as slow as the man working in and out of her body. When the spasms eased, she lay suspended in luscious lassitude. The man in front of her braced her, deeply planted between her legs and took hold o her arse cheeks to hold her steady, planting his hard cock deep into her body as he did so.
The man behind her slid a lubricated hand over her anus, slipping a deft finger inside to spread the lubrication around, and she came again, clenching her muscles around the cock inside of her.
One of the men turned on the vibrator, making her squirm as the pulsing started. The man in front of her, buried inside of her, held her arse cheeks spread and leaned back to allow the other man full access.
That man slid his warm hands down over her back to the swell of her hips to hold her still and she felt his cock pushing against her anus. With a shiver of pleasure and an almost painful tightening of her nipples, she relaxed her sphincter and gasped as the head of him slid slowly inside. The one in front held her tightly as the one in back slowly stretched her ass to accommodate him. She came as he pushed inside, filling her up, two cocks, two gorgeously hard, hairy bodies. When he was planted as deeply as he could, they jacked her up into a modified hammock hold and moved at the same time. They pressed tight to her body on either side, and she surged with pleasure at the sensation of being surrounded by and penetrated so deeply, filled so very full with sheer maleness.
When they started to move, they moved slowly at first, giving her muscles time to accept the use they were being put to, she felt another orgasm building, a delicious hot pooling of sensation in her legs, climbing like molten honey to become rippling spasms of pure pleasure as they pumped into her, and as she came she screamed a throaty, husky scream that filled the room, echoing from the stone walls around them. Her body squeezed the length of them inside of her, filling her. She screamed with the pleasure as their synchronized thrusting filled her, over and over again, faster, harder, stretching her, making her feel like she’d burst.
The hard, fast past didn’t last long, the tightness of her body being filled like this worked for them as well as for her, and they came, each in turn, their strangled groans still not telling her who was where. The hot, pulsing jets of their orgasms filled her and sent her rocketing over the edge of another orgasmic plateau that left her limp and gasping in the harness.
One by one, they eased away from her, and out of her, leaving her suspended, cum dripped from her body to land with small dripping sounds on
the floor underneath her. She let her head hang back on her neck and shoulders, all of her weight suspended by the padded leather harness and just floated with the endorphin rush from the experience.
She heard the servants helping the men quickly shower, and then she was helped from her bindings by gentle, firm hands. Her legs felt as weak as a newborn colts as she put her weight on them, and her wrists were sore, but in a delicious, well used way. When her blindfold was removed, it was Mal who was grinning that lecherous, pleased grin of his at her, his hands who guided her to a handmaiden, who helped her clean up.
When she came out of the showers, she actually blushed, something she never did. Looking at the two beautiful men seated calmly where they had been, she still didn’t know who had been who, and she was delightfully embarrassed as she met each of their eyes before going to sit curled on her floor pillow at Cameron's side and rested her head on his knee. He played with her hair as she sipped at the wine he handed her, and picked at the plate of food he set on the floor near her knees. She sighed with utter repletion, surrendering to him, to them, eased her soul in a way she had never really understood, but after years of practice, she simply sighed again and enjoyed the rush of emotions that she rarely felt with any other people, and rarely in any other situation. If she’d been a cat, she’d have been purring.
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Gardening:
Kaelan Rhywiol
He moved up silently behind her, and before she knew it, his hand was buried deep in the hair at the nape of her neck and she was pushed forward, her face pressed against the wood, the fecund scent of soil filling her nose. His other hand rapidly pulled up her skirt and finding she’d not worn undergarments, in hopeful anticipation of a visit from him, he chuckled, that sound a deep, thrilling pleasure that sent chills up her spine and made her body ache to be filled.
He seemed to sense her need, he slid a gentle hand over her plump wet labia and finding her ready for him, he used his foot to nudge her feet further apart as he freed himself from his leathers. Then with a smooth, firm thrust he was inside of her. She groaned and pushed back, impaling herself as deeply as she could, he obliged her need by setting a rapid pace, thrusting in and out of her snug wetness. The potting bench jostled and creaked with the pace, and her nails pressed small white half moons into the wood as he rode her, his hand grasping her hair and controlling her head. She came, hard, crying out in release, he didn’t let up, stroking her into another climax, sheathing his hardness inside of her ripe body, sending them both to the edge and over. His roar as he came and the spurting hot feel of him coming inside her sent her over the brink again, colors splintering behind her closed lids as they both rode the rush. He lay on her back for a moment, catching his breath before he placed a gentle kiss on her sweat dampened neck and withdrew from her body. The rush of his seed down her legs was an incredible turn on, and she found herself sighing in anticipation of their next session.
Angie Nash -
Samples:
Siblings: Dessert Island:
Angie Nash
They were the only survivors of the plane crash. Angie looked up at her brother with an unmistakable plea in her eyes. “I don’t want to die a virgin, John…” She let the statement hang in the air between them, heavy with meaning, and potential.
John cleared his throat, blushing. He’d caught himself thinking much the same thing about his gorgeous baby sister, that he didn’t want to live his life as some celibate monk, and that she was always his closest love in life, even in the brief time he’d been married. ”And what would you like to do about that, Little One? Shall I go find you a Jungle Dweller to take your virginity?” he asked, teasing gently.
She stuck her tongue out at his suggestion, and boldly repositioned herself til she was straddling him. She grinned as she felt his erection bob against her through his shorts. “Or, you could be the gallant big brother, and do it yourself.” Her tone was soft and loving, but her eyes were sultry and her lips were hovering over his.
She had never been one to tease him, and he had never been able to deny her anything, so it did not surprise her when her brother closed the gap between their lips and enfolded her in his arms, pressing her down onto his straining erection.
Angie moaned into the kiss, twining her fingers into his unkempt hair. Her brother groaned against her lips, his tongue plundering her mouth as he finally gave in to two weeks of pent of rage and stress at their situation.
Just as he was about to pull back and apologize for his rough handling of her, his sister responded to his vigor by grinding against him and nipping at his top lip, gently. He groaned, his cock throbbing at her enthusiasm, and he started unfastening her buttons, fighting the urge to simply tear them asunder.
Angie remained still, biting her lip as she watches his barely contained lust. She’d always loved her brother, he’d always protected her, supported her, sacrificed so much for her. She was well aware that their close relationship is what ruined his marriage. Somehow this felt like recompense for that. Not that she was throwing herself at him through some misplaced sense of guilt! She had meant what she’d said. She’d woken every morning in the circle of his arms and felt his morning wood pressed against her. She knew it was just a normal body thing, that there was nothing behind it, but she’d found herself fantasizing that there was, that he would plant that staff within her folds...
Finally, he undid the last button and stripped her shirt down her arms and tossed it aside. He made quick work of her bra, throwing it to join the growing pile of discarded clothing.
John stared up at his sister, his hands cupping her face tenderly before he let his eyes fix on her tits, bared above him. He cupped both globes in his sand roughened hands and caressed and squeezed. Angie looked down at him, biting her lip, and stifling another moan as her brother mauled her chest.
Soon, they were a mass of groaning, grunting, moaning, whimpering limbs, as they tore the remaining clothing from one another, kissing and groping each other. John guided his sister’s hesitant hands to his cock, wrapping her fingers around his shaft and helping her find the right rhythm to jerk him off while he buried two fingers in her eager cunt, moaning against her hungry mouth as he finds her sopping wet.
Angie panted between kisses as her brother finger fucked her, her tight cunt hugging his fingers as they piston in and out of her. She whimpered and wrapped her arms tighter around his neck as she felt the orgasm building quickly within her. She cried out and dug her nails into his shoulder as the dam burst. They were both surprised when she squirted as she came. Angie started to panic, thinking she has pissed on him. John soothed his baby sister, explaining that sometime a woman also ejaculates during orgasm. She settled, but still blushed as she kissed his face tenderly. “Fuck me, Johnny,” she cooed. “Fuck your little sister.”
“As you wish.”
That’s when John woke up, finding himself still on the plane, his sister’s head on his shoulder, and a raging hard on in his pants. He groaned in frustration, and Angie stirred in her sleep, snuggling closer.
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