Darkest Love (15 page)

Finally it was over her head; the whole princess was in view. Rain's heart rate had risen just as steadily.

Should I call out?

He didn't need to think about it too much–a precedent had been set. Sola had walked in on him, just last night, as he was licking between Annie's legs. She just strolled in as if she owned the place.

In a way she does own the place
, Rain reminded himself. Sola was the princess of Sivu. The monarch.

YOU are the visitor here, Mistern. A cobbled-together bamboo hut does not a Western settlement make.

Sola sure knew it. She had strolled through the door and just stood there, giving Rain and Annie a bit of time to grunt and moan, making spectacles of themselves. Only then had she stepped out of the shadows and spoken.

Now it was Rain's turn to sneak up on
her
. He walked as softly as possible, watching his feet, trying to step on smooth surfaces where he would make the least noise.

Careful… careful… eyes down.
It was hard to take his eyes off that ass. His dick had stirred the second he saw it, springing into action as instinctually as any beast in the forest spotting some lush, vulnerable flesh. Her buttocks were two perfect full moons—flawless, smooth circles. They were pronounced, large yet not mammoth like the buttocks of some of the Kaamo women he had seen at the ceremony. Princess Sola was pert and tight and had curves that were smaller than Annie's mocha-toned planes and as awe-inspiring as the granite cliffs and brilliant-brown river-beds of Sivu. Her buttocks gave way gracefully to the curve of a tiny waist. Above that her breasts bounced into view whenever she twisted. Rain caught some snippets of side boob as he approached.

The word to describe her body was
harmonious
. Each curve gave way gently to the next; each incline complemented its neighbors elegantly. Sola reminded Rain of a Mobius strip, that twisting strip that is actually comprised of only one surface. The planes twist around so smoothly your eye just keeps following them, keeps looking.

Rain realized he was leering, definitely in Mobius-strip territory. When he reached the bottom of Sola's feet, or the top of her head, or the nails at the end of her hands.
Goddammit!
His eyes just rushed back around again for another lap.

Gulp.
Rain's throat leapt into action as involuntarily as his cock had, clearing itself with no conscious bidding from him. He wondered how Sola would react if he hinted he found her attractive. It would probably come out of him in one way or another—some huskiness in his voice, a tent in his pants.

Maybe she would actually leap on him. Show a bit of that Kaamo robust sexual forwardness.

She'd certainly taken liberties last night, staring at him with his ass in the air and his tongue hard at work. She'd probably gotten a good look at what was hanging between his legs.

Had the room been very shadowy? Or had he given the princess a look at the contents of his
man-pouch
, Annie's name for his boxer-briefs?

He ducked his head and weaved his body to avoid head-butting the vines that cross-crossed the path. First he'd thought Sola was cleaning herself, but now as Rain got closer–crunching pebbly ground as softly as he could under his soles–he realized the stream he thought he had seen meters back was a mirage; here in Sola's forest nook there were only tree roots, ferns, sunbeams, leaves of every juicy shade of green and an ass juicier and sweeter than all the fruits and flowers put together.

Sola was not cleaning herself. She was definitely running her hands down her body though, probably for… what? For another reason?

Was she… posing for him?

She turned, shocking him with a flash of those sparkling amber eyes and tiny pearly teeth at once. Rain's heart hammered as her breasts swayed into view–big, bouncy and biteable.

They would not be denied. A warm welcome would be given.

“Princess.” He smiled.
You are indecent.

Sola giggled. Her laugh was so tinkling Rain wondered if that had been what he heard when he imagined a stream bubbled under Sola's feet.

“What a nice laugh you have.”

“Thank you.” She grinned, gesturing up. Rain followed her hands up to a brilliant green canopy shot through with rays of sunshine. A centerpiece, the sun itself, burst through the leaves occasionally, making Rain squint.

Leaves were rustling. “Your sounds have disturbed the trees, princess,” Rain announced. “Or was it your loveliness?”

Sola's next giggle was ambiguous. She was always giggling, he was not sure if she understood his flirtation. “The birds,” she said, gesturing up again. After a moment, a group of nesting firetails shot out, and Rain understood they had been startled by the conversation. He was about to make a comment to that effect when one of them, a specimen with a brilliant red breast and tail, and two yellow ear-shaped crescent moons at the side of its head, swooped down. It chirped, landing briefly on Sola's hand before bouncing away into the scrub.

“I feed them sometimes. They know me. The same birds follow me, to see if I have grains. They're very smart.”

“Smart to follow you. Maybe they saw your pretty bottom.”

It sounded so leery and perverted-old-man-ish Rain felt embarrassed for a second. But his feeling turned to bliss when Sola giggled her prettiest giggle yet, turning and waving her buttocks for him in a cheeky move that would have qualified as cute if it didn't send his dick into rock-hard rocket launcher mode in half a second flat. Rain shuffled, willing the erection to go away, but a bend from Sola that threw her silhouette into relief did not help matters.

Christ.
Sola, who had never seen a hardcover book, let alone an MTV television program, unwittingly channeled Jennifer Lopez at her hottest for a moment. She turned to the side, sticking her butt out and shaking playfully. Then she stooped lower, grabbing her ankles, and pressed her tongue between her teeth as she suppressed a laugh, making eye contact.

Oh boy.
Rain's insides were heating up. The pose made her butt look extraordinary, emphasizing its roundness and her
improbably
tiny waist. That little waist! Thank God the breasts above it were covered with boarskin today or Rain might have blown his top, fertilizing the inside of his pants as he stood with the princess in this fecund forest.

“I like you, Rain.”

“I like you too, Sola.” The words popped up. Why did she do this to him? Everything flowed, as if none of the log-jams of human culture, his
or
hers, were in place. Their interaction took the shape it wanted.

It was almost as if…they met together in a higher place. Somewhere beyond rules or collective memory.

Somewhere higher?
Or was it somewhere lower?

Low, down and dirty.
Rain licked his lips, trying to gather his racing thoughts as the princess stepped towards him. The canopy above them rustled, and a rainbow of birds appeared briefly like a sign from the gods.

Something inside Rain snapped. He knew he was going to do it.

I've got to have her.
At that moment he knew if Sola made a move, he would return the advance. He would take her. He wanted it with all his being, and heaven seemed to be urging him on.

Everything was egging him on. His soaring new emotions, the shake of Sola's hips.

I want it.

He wanted it: to stain the world's most innocent girl.

Sola's lips were on his. Rain squeezed her hips with two greedy hands and surrendered. Her torso was pressed against his, breasts soft and lush against the hard hill of his pecs. It was dick-hardening thrilling to receive her uncertain tongue. It did not match his stroke-for-stroke like Annie's, but held back like a shy puppy.

Ohhh…

It was a turn-on to get that reminder of Sola's inexperience. She was a sexual noob; she could barely walk. Her breasts may have screamed
eternal sex goddess
and that ankle-grabbing move might have topped anything and everything Rain had seen in the most delicious erotic films, but…this was a
girl.

Goddess body. Fairy laugh. Newborn puppy shyness.
It was a winning combination.

Rain's penis was so hard, it threatened to burst his seam. He imagined it sliding out of his pants and into the hot slit between this woman's legs, as easily and naturally as the waves crashing on the shore of her island.

At the thought of Sola's pussy, Rain felt a blast of heat move into his loins. He reached down with a rapist's greed and squeezed Sola's ass, growling at the feeling of that soft skin, that sweet, fuckable cheek at the mercy of his fingers.

SMACK
. He gave her ass a smack. It was so sharp and hard and hearty he would not have been surprised if it awoke the birds.

Sola seemed to come alive at his aggression, gripping his back harder and biting his lip with new confidence.
Oh boy.
If this got any hotter, Rain would wrestle Sola to the ground and take her under the bird-filled canopy. Oh, how she would scream. Her screams as he pumped that sweet body would
silence
any living souls around.

Sola may have been shy at first but she was a zero-to-sixty-in-3.5 sexual accelerator. Soon she had truly caught up, and was overtaking him in the freaky displays department.

The princess started licking Rain's face. When he chuckled she only laughed and licked harder, running her tongue over his cheeks and into the folds around his nose. She paused at his chin, giving it gentle flicks. This treated Rain to the most adorable view: her eyes looking up at him through wiry brows, trying to gauge his reaction. Those eyes sparked with anticipation and naughtiness.

“Bad girl. I'll show you who's up for grabs.”

He grabbed Sola around the waist and pulled her to the ground in one motion, treating himself to a view of bouncy breasts jiggling.
Wowee.
Their shape hardly changed as her body twisted. The princess' bosoms were gravity-defying, firm and new as summer peaches.

Perhaps she is younger than twenty.

Sola's squeal pierced the air, rattling the trees with new bird-activity and bringing a smile to Rain's face. When she was spread on the ground, framed by rocks and grasses that offset her mocha skin, Rain joined her.

He didn't climb on top, though he wanted to be there—badly. He bent a knee, crouching at her side.

“Lie with me, Rain. I want to surprise you.”

“Oh?” Rain grinned. “You don't have a magic rock in your hand, do you?”

Before he could think, Sola's lips were around his dick. The princess sprung up to a kneeling position, and fumbled with the string of Rain's shorts. The shorts fell without any drama, as if they were in conspiracy with Rain's climbing cock.

Oh,God.

Her mouth had covered his length. Those eyes were beaming up at him like lights, watery with effort, slightly pained–probably for the first time ever, as she gagged. But soon the irises filled with pleasure and the lushest sensation spread through Rain's body. He threw his head back and moaned, rattling the forest himself. The sound screamed up the tree trunks and into the heavenly canopy.

“Oh, Jesus.” Another moan ripped the air as Sola's head blasted up his shaft. After she had rolled him back out she worked his tip with that tongue, meeting his eyes.
Flick, flick, flick.
It was beyond hot to see her working that pink pad at the end of his penis–it was the same color as the pussy he was dying to enter.

She did not break eye contact.
I am a lucky man.
Sola became more liberal with her licks, running her tongue all over the head of Rain's penis as if it was a swirling lollipop, and each corner had a different flavor. A feeling of déjà vu hit Rain as he watched her eyes, wearing the same expression of mischief they'd had when the tongue flicked on his chin.

The princess has gone down.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

When she'd had enough of that, she blasted up the shaft again, taking Rain's entire erection in, up to her throat, allowing no contact with her pearly teeth.

This time she didn't pause. Sola's head blasted up and down, again and again, so quickly and firmly Rain thought he would explode right there. Her hair flew around her hard-working head. Rain could do nothing but moan. He stared, trying to hold in the massive orgasm that was building at the base of his body, ready to power out and mark this woman as his own.

This untouched woman.
He tried not to think about it, lest the force of his blast take her several feet, right into the granite rocks by the clearing.

“Sola.”
Pant, pant, pant
. “How do you know how to do this?”

He regretted asking, because the princess pulled her head away. She stared up, gasping. Her eyes watered. Her cheeks were flushed with effort.

“You think I know nothing Rain. But I know much. I have seen you and Annie through the window. And I have talked to my sisters–my tribeswomen. They told me”–she placed her own finger between her teeth, then withdrew the pearly whites, showing only lip. No teeth.

“You're doing a great job.” Rain could barely speak.
And you… spied on us?

“I watched Tiltu also.” She smiled at her own naughtiness. “I sneak there and I watch. They never see me.”

Her lips were on him again. This time Rain grabbed her naughty head and worked it for his pleasure, winding his fingers through her hair and guiding her head, working it up and down his erection to his liking. He roared at the way she worked her tongue, flicking it on the underside of the shaft even when he was moving her at full speed. Finally, when he could take it no more, Rain came. His whole body trembled, and his hands brought Sola face-to-face with his abs. Her nose pressed against his flesh, the end of his penis brushing her tonsils.

An extreme finish for a naughty girl.
His orgasm may possibly have shattered the earth. Rain released the princess, letting her fall in a squealing, gagging heap to the grass.