Sacrificed to Ecstasy (4 page)

“I need you to move on me now, my love. I wish circumstances were more accommodating, I would show you what other pleasures my mouth can give you.”

She stared into the smoky depths of his eyes, where those sensual secrets teased her. He lifted and lowered her on his cock, a slow claiming. His gaze held hers. She grasped his shoulders to help him. She needed relief. But he maintained the slow pace.

“I would like to taste you all over. Think of that place between your legs where your pleasure is centered. Think of my mouth there, sucking you like I sucked your breast. You liked that.”

Her clit tingled, as though he were touching it now. The image of his mouth there made her body burn.

“Think of my tongue stroking where my cock is now. Laving your lovely secrets. Would you spread your legs so that I could feast there? I cannot imagine any fruit’s nectar would taste as sweet.”

Men could pleasure there with their mouths? The image was so powerful and desirable that orgasm swept her away in a wash of pleasure. A part of her mind was aware Vashon had sped up their coupling. She was just returning from the cataclysmic delight when his deep groan signaled his release. He threw his head back and the strong cords of his neck fascinated her. How she’d love to run her tongue up and down them.

As he lowered his head, his eyes opened. His satisfaction speared her. Her heart squeezed.

“Yes, you may use your tongue on me as well. I would love it on my cock, but the rest of me would delight in it too.” He turned his head, offering his neck.

Rayan hesitated. She let him do what he wanted with her body because he was a god, and could do as he wished. But she was no one, nothing.

Vashon turned. “Why do you hesitate?”

“To touch a god…”

He wrapped his arms tight around her. “At this moment, I am the man loving you. And you are the woman loving me. Love me.”

Her heart squeezed. The tender possessive fire in his golden eyes warmed her. His smile blossomed. He offered his neck once more.

Her first taste of him was a bit salty. She ran a tentative lick up that strong neck. The muscles flexed. His rumble of approval vibrated through her tongue and other parts of her. She planted a kiss beneath his proud chin. His braid slid over his shoulder to caress her skin. She pushed it back and brushed her hand through his thick, silky hair. She ran her fingers through it, enjoying the feel of it. He slid his hands up her neck into her hair, enfolding her against him. Their hearts pounded together. Another need welled in her. She tried to quash it. His would be a physical loving, nothing more, though she was sure he would care for her and her needs.

Vashon turned her face toward him. “You do not like to touch me?”

“I love touching you!” She shoved her dreams down and tugged his head closer to place kisses on the column of his neck. She nuzzled him. His earlobe beckoned. She took it between her teeth and nipped him. He growled. Releasing her head, he ran strong hands down her back, causing a shudder of pleasure to run through her. He gripped her buttocks, squeezing them and then separating them.

“It’s time for more lessons, love.”

She shuddered. “Teach me.”

Vashon dipped his fingers in the pot of oil. He reached between her buttocks and stroked around her anus. A strange pleasure tingled where he touched, but she tensed.

He pressed slowly for entrance. Then he slid his finger in and out. A strange, aching echo tingled in her pussy. He stroked faster. She clenched around his finger and his cock. Vashon inserted another finger. Rayan groaned, straining. She was jerking between the two things that filled her openings, her tension mounting, but unable to move on the cock as she needed to. She cried out. He pulled his fingers out of her. She cried out again, needing orgasm.

But Vashon gripped her buttocks and lifted her, then lowered her. He stroked her need with his cock, right where she needed it, but much too slowly.

“Please, Vashon.”

But he did not increase the tempo. She strained for release.

Vashon stopped. Rayan wanted to scream.

He slid a finger into her anus again and began to thrust.

“Move on me, love.”

She pulled up, and then lowered herself. She rode his cock with shallow plunges to meet the tempo he set in her anus. He inserted a second finger, and then a third. She burned with the need for completion.

She moaned with the pleasure.

“Please, Vashon.”

He made her beg him. With an exultant smile he gave her release at last. Orgasm washed away everything but those twin points of pleasure and her body jerking helplessly. He groaned and filled her once more.

He pressed a kiss to her temple. “You are an apt pupil.”

“You are the god of fertility. You are very good at this.”

Vashon lifted her face. “I am just a man who has waited a long time for the right woman to love him. My heart swells with gratitude at being saved from my unbearable exile. Let me show you how you make me feel. Raise your foot.”

Vashon took her foot into his large hand. He caressed it. When he rotated his thumb in the center of her sole, pleasure streaked right to her pussy.

“Oh!”

“Would you like me to rub your other foot?” He stroked her clit and her body clenched on him.

“Yes, please.”

He chuckled. “I cannot wait to teach you all the other parts of your body that can give you pleasure. Do you like your lessons so far, my love?”

“Yes, Vashon.” Rayan tried to look away, but his strong hands prevented it.

“Let there be no secrets between us.”

“I have nothing to give you in return. You’ve begun to show me how to be your lover. I don’t know what else you’ll expect from me. How am I to serve you?”

His eyes became unfathomable depths. “I claimed you. I did not claim a servant. You are my mate, you will share my life.”

“But you are a god.”

“Have you heard nothing I have said? A man, even a god, does not experience pleasure like this with just any woman. When a man meets a woman whose generosity exceeds his, who gives love without expecting anything in return, who thinks of others before herself, a woman who humbles a god, that man will worship her in thought and deed. And that man will treasure her above all others. You are that woman to me.”

Rayan thought her heart might burst. “Oh!”

“Love me, Rayan. Love me.”

“I do.”

Once again Vashon’s hands pressed her onto his cock and then lifted and lowered her onto his thrusts over and over. Her pussy burned with excitement. Need built. She was so full, yet not full enough. He pounded into her. She tightened, squeezing, unable to hold his sliding rod. Her breath sawed in and out.

Rayan tossed her head and saw firelight gleam off the villagers’ sweaty, naked bodies as they too mated. The air filled with grunts, sighs, gasps and shrieks of pleasure. A deep thrust made her cry out, adding her voice to the villagers’.

“They don’t need your attention, love, but I do.”

Her contractions began again. Triumph blazed from his eyes. His hot essence spurted inside her as her body convulsed around the marble cock. Helpless moans left her lips.

“You please me so much.”

She felt fertility flowing through her out into the panting couples. Around her the villagers cried out in joy and ecstasy.

Vashon was with Rayan when the sun rose, and for a moment when the sun’s rays warmed the marble, she felt flesh against her flesh as he held her tight to him and kissed her for the first time. But the moment dissipated with her body’s final contractions. She’d spent the night as he’d asked, with his marble cock deep inside her.

As the sun rose on the horizon the villagers helped her off him. Rayan cried out in pain when they pulled his cock out of her pussy, yet the friction caused her body to convulse once more and she curled helplessly against the chest of the naked man who carried her.

“Vashon is telling us she is his,” the priestess said.

There was a general murmur of agreement from those around them.

The gray marble cock was stained with blood and other fluids. “Wash him,” the priestess instructed someone.

The man did not have to carry Rayan far to one of the houses around the square. The house was dim and cool. He laid her on a soft bed and stood back. She thought his eyes flashed gold for a second. She reached her hand out to him.

“Let me care for you,” the priestess said, stepping between them.

But Rayan needed privacy to review the night. And if this man was actually Vashon…“If you give me a wet cloth, I will do it.”

“I want to make sure you are well. I will leave after.”

Rayan let the priestess open her legs and wash away the fluids. Elida probed gently at the tender flesh.

“It will be painful for you to take him again tonight.”

“Yes.”

“But you must do as he asks.”

“I know.” Rayan looked into the priestess’s eyes. “He was happy.”

“Praise Vashon. I sensed you were the answer to the prophecy when I saw you.”

“Does it always feel this good after loving?”

The priestess smiled at her. “Vashon is the greatest lover. You were blessed to have him. And since he has claimed you as his mate, you will be blessed all of your life.”

“It’s so strange. Yesterday I was on my way to become a merchant’s wife. It was as close as I could come to the kind of life my father denied me because I was female. It was all I ever dreamed of. Now I’m a god’s wife.” Rayan shook her head. “I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if my betrothed had lived. You still would have asked me to give myself to Vashon. I don’t know if Faram would have allowed it or not. We did not discuss his beliefs.”

“I believe the gods’ hands were on your life and your betrothed’s. All that happened to you brought you here to this village still a virgin, with no ties to a man.”

“You believe the gods took Faram’s life?”

“I believed the gods gave him something better in return for you. He was not destined to be your husband. Just as your betrothed was not destined to be your lover. Vashon was.”

“But…”

“I believe your betrothed has been amply rewarded for the part he played in bringing you to us. Just as Vashon has rewarded you for honoring him. He has given you his child. A god’s child. The land will be fruitful. The villagers will be fruitful.” Exultation filled Elida’s eyes. “The prophecy has been fulfilled.”

“Seed of a stone god?”

“Was he a stone god?” the priestess asked, her eyes alight.

Rayan remembered the marble cock, so hard and unyielding. But the hands on her shoulders were flesh, the eyes alive with life, the body under her hands warm, his seed wet. The only thing hard about him was his cock.

“No, he was not stone,” Rayan said.

“Sleep. You will be with your lover again tonight.” The priestess covered her with a light blanket and left the room.

“Vashon,” Rayan murmured. She felt his presence fill her heart. She ached for the reality of him.

A shadow fell over her. She looked up. Golden eyes gleamed with possessive light. The rest of him remained in darkness. She opened her arms for Vashon once more. He smiled at her but remained where he was. Again she sensed his happiness.
You are mine and I am glad.
Her heart swelled with love for him.

Intuitively, she knew in three months of loving he would be made fully flesh, after the land and the people were healed. She had lost nothing through her small sacrifice, and gained everything in the sanctuary of his arms.

In three months Vashon would claim her with a corporeal body, with his hard cock, and they would move together, both of them, forging their bodies into one in a world where gods walked once more with the men and women who loved them.

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