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Indigo was a veritable smorgasbord! With her, he could indulge all his myriad preferences. She was the ultimate in having your cake and eating it, too, enabling him to taste a variety of carnal dishes while remaining true to one partner, which was his new preference. He rimmed his lips with his tongue, something he did when nervous, and decided to take a chance, to launch himself out the airplane of honesty and hope his freefall didn’t end in a large splat.

“I love the softness of a woman’s skin, how her hair falls over my lap when she’s sucking me. I adore how she smells, the lush curves of her breast and the hot, clasping intimacy of her tight pussy. I love it when the woman tells me what she wants, love being able to fulfill her every desire. But, sometimes, after we’re finished and she’s lying sated, beside me, I wish” -- Rickard hesitated, balking now that he had come to full disclosure.

“You wish you were the one who’d gotten fucked?”

He sighed in relief at having his thoughts put into words. “Yes.”

“Wagner” -- she pronounced it in the Teutonic way, replacing the W with V so it sounded like “Vagner” -- “have you never been taken anally?”

Rickard closed his eyes, surprised to feel shyness. “I’ve had women penetrate me with fair-sized dildos, never the real deal, though.”

“Is this something you want?”

Honesty, Rickard, he goaded his cowardly alter ego. We’re still freefalling, here. “Yes, it is.”

Indigo changed before his face, her form softening and melting, growing and shrinking as she reformed into the culmination of all Rickard’s desires. He stared, fascinated, while she took on the form she’d worn when they first met; the petite, but rounded body instantly turning his cock into a fiery brand burning at his groin. Her pale hair was longer, past her 112

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shoulders, and her breasts were larger, cushiony, and full. Her torso nipped in to a tiny waist, hips wide and generous, something to hold on to during the turbulence he knew would accompany their loving.

Rickard more than liked what he saw but when his eyes dropped to her thighs, they widened in shocked appreciation.

Indigo sported a cock modeled on his own nine-inch penis

-- thick, long,

ready…sitting where a woman’s clit would -- and snug beneath the cock, a lush, wet pussy where a man’s balls usually hung!

He looked up, wide eyes meeting hers and everything in him seemed to swing toward her, his body a needle orienting on true north. He’d found his home.

Drawn like metal to magnet, he walked toward her, his cock full and tight, bursting with the need to be hers. She grinned when he reached her, teeth flashing in that wild, carefree smile that set his world ablaze. “So, does this package satisfy your specifications?”

His voice reverent, he whispered, “Oh, God, yes.”

“Tell me what you want, Rickard. Tell me and know I’ll hold you to it.”

“I want to please you, suck your nipples and give you a thousand kisses, massage your feet, suck your beautiful cock. I want to fuck you until you scream and then” -- his breath caught, eyes dropping back to that familiar cock -- “and then I want you to fuck me.”

Still smiling, she reached around and swatted his tense butt cheeks. “I can get behind that idea! Where do you keep your lube?”

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Bargaining Chip

There had to be a way off this fucking island and he was going to find it. Delin loped away from his favorite den, disgruntled over his latest failure to extract those pilots from the jet. Damned males were like sardines stuffed in a can without that little key. He couldn’t pry them out.

He should never have left the mainland. For the life of him, he could not remember what had enticed him to take this job. While the pay had been good, the best he’d ever made, no amount of cash could make up for his loss of freedom.

He belonged in the city, just one among the crowds milling like cattle, where he could disappear for years. The city’s back alleys and deserted urban construction sites offered a never-ending supply of fresh human meat, humans that would never be missed.

They were guarding all the chickens when he was after the rooster. All he had to do was cause a diversion that would have them circling the wagons around the wrong campfire; then he’d secure his true prey.

This time he would get it right. He’d thought about it, plotted every move, and knew just whom he would take as leverage. That damned Alpha would do anything for his pansy friend, Prince Rickard. Therefore, he’d take Orloffberg, bargain with his life for a way off this island, and live to eat another day.

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Sweet Treats

Like a kid finally on the right side of the window of the candy store, Rickard couldn’t wait to snatch at the sweet confection before him. Greedy in his need, he cupped her breast, palmed a pert nipple and got his hand slapped for his efforts.

“No, dear. You don’t get to touch me unless I give permission.”

Rickard licked his lips, excitement rushing through his veins as he rubbed the back of his hand. She hadn’t hit to hurt him, just applied enough pressure to sting. “Give me permission then, my lady. I’m hungry for you.”

She held her arms out at her side. “What would you taste first?”

Rickard laughed, groaning, “Cruel woman, to taunt a starving man with such choices.

The bounty is so great I’ll starve to death trying to make up my mind.”

She tilted her head, observed him from beneath half lowered lids. “Shall I decide for you, then?”

His cock twitched at her suggestive tone. Rickard trembled under the hot gaze she trained on him, but opted to make his own decision. “Give me your mouth. I’ve wanted to kiss you from the moment I saw you coming out of the jungle, looking as primal and wild as the animals that dwell in its hidden heart.”

“Where would you like me to put my mouth, darling?” Indigo came to him, body moving with fluid grace, her cock swaying full and upright between her soft, feminine thighs. She caught him looking at it and smiled. “Just think of it as an overdeveloped clit, designed for dual pleasure: yours and mine.”

Rickard couldn’t take his eyes off the body she’d configured for him. He kept switching his gaze between her lush breasts and that long, straining shaft, wanting both at the same time. A twinge of guilt had him offering to see to her needs before taking his own gratification. “Would you like me to give you pleasure first?”

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“Let’s please each other,” Indigo purred, stepping into his arms and offering her lips.

Accepting her invitation, Rickard slanted his mouth over hers, impatient for a taste of her sly little tongue, groaning as her unique flavor burst in his mouth. She was sweet, tasting like fresh pear and bright springtime sunshine.

The kiss was wet and wild and wickedly wanton, just like the woman he held, making Rickard crave more. He slid one muscled leg between hers, hair-dusted skin meeting silken naked flesh as her cock and pussy rubbed along his thigh, leaving damp trails of precum and feminine honey. He tore his mouth away to catch his breath. “God, Indigo, I love the way you taste, the way you feel against me.”

“It’s glorious, isn’t it?” She swept her tongue across her bottom lip, the slow, sensuous movement capturing his gaze, locking his attention on her sweet, sweet mouth. “I can still taste you on my lips. I want more.”

Her hands went flat against his back, pressing him closer, and he helped, bringing their two bodies together so they meshed at mouth, shoulders and bellies, groins sliding, cocks bumping. When her hand closed over his heated length, he stilled a moment, almost overcome by the strong sensations slicing through him.

“Yes!” Rickard threw back his head, roaring at the pleasure of her snug grasp. He sent his hand searching, closed around her penis and squeezed, milking her rod until she shuddered, halting his hand. “If you don’t stop, I’ll come and it’ll be all over before we really get started. Get me to the bed,” she gasped. “My knees are too weak to keep standing.”

He’d made his woman weak-kneed! Feeling proud of himself, Rickard laughed and grabbed her hand, tugging her over to his bed. Once there, he turned to embrace her but Indigo held him off. “Lube, dear. Go get it.”

A wave of nerve-tingling anticipation did a rollercoaster circuit around his stomach, and Rickard’s mouth went dry. With a jerky nod and quick whoosh of breath, he went into the bathroom, opened the cabinet, and brought back a thick tube of Super Silky and a box of condoms. Throwing a couple of towels over his shoulder, he went back to the bedroom, his steps eager.

Indigo smiled wide when she saw what he carried. “Good thing one of us is thinking.”

Rickard shrugged. “Safe sex should always be forethought, not an afterthought.”

“You’re right, and to reward your diligence, I have something for you.”

“Besides your delectable body?” he asked, curious to see what she thought constituted a reward.

She held up an object between her thumb and forefinger, that wicked glint back in her eyes, shining bright as starlight.

“Is that a cock ring?”

She nodded. “It is, indeed.” Indigo sat on the bed. “Come here and let me get you ready for it.”

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He obeyed, but with a slight hesitation in both thought and step. He’d worn rings a few times and had never found them enjoyable. For Indigo, he’d endure, but didn’t think she would get the results she expected.

“No need for such a glum face.” She beckoned him closer by her gentle tugs on his partially deflated cock. “I give you my word, you’ll appreciate this later. And right now,” she added, grinning up at him, “you’re definitely going to enjoy the prep.” She put her smiling mouth around his cock, swallowing him halfway to his balls, and began to suck him with strong, rhythmic pulls.

“Arghhh!” Rickard cried wildly, sight dimming at the sudden suctioning pull. His cock jumped to full straining length, the head growing in her mouth until her lips stretched taut around his new bulk. Talk about weak knees; Rickard’s almost gave way as he grabbed bunches of her hair in his fists and clung for dear life while Indigo took him on a whirlwind ride.

She pulled back to look up at him, his cock falling free with a soppy plop. “You liked that, lover?”

“God, yes!” Rickard struggled to get air into his strangled lungs. “For the Moon’s sake, Indigo, don’t stop!” he begged, arching his hips toward her teasing mouth. The room’s balmy air chilled his exposed flesh, which had become used to the cauldron of her mouth. The blunt, leaking head smeared a trail of silky clear fluid across her lips.

“I have to, Rickard,” she explained, reaching back and patting the mattress in a blind search for the cock ring. “As your top, it’s my duty to make sure of your pleasure.”

“I was feeling plenty until you stopped,” he complained. He forlornly fisted his cock, held it toward her lips as he assured her, “I’ll feel a whole lot more pleasure once you take me back in your mouth.” He couldn’t help the desperation coloring his words. He wanted her lips wrapped around him again, more than he’d wanted anything in a long, long time.

Instead of doing as he hoped, Indigo kissed the smooth, circumcised head, licking the dribbles off in a tongue-swirling move that had Rickard’s balls pulling up. “Mama knows better, sweetie. Now keep holding your cock just like that and stand still while I slip this on…” She secured the device with sure movements, her fingers knowledgeable and deft and then tightened the ring down until he flinched. “Too snug?”

He shook his head, speaking through gritted teeth. “It’s supposed to be snug or it wouldn’t be effective.”

Indigo stroked his length, caressed his balls firmly. “Yes, but we want you restrained, not strangled. I have too many plans for this delicious fellow to injure him.” She stood up, keeping her grip on his penis, and kissed him deeply. “Stretch out on the bed. I want you nice and comfy while I’m lubing you up and making you come.”

The ring’s function was to make sure he didn’t come. “Indigo, have you used one of these before? I can’t come while wearing one.”

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She swatted him on the butt. “Of course you can, silly. You just can’t ejaculate.”

Rickard eyed her askance, having a care for his balls. He didn’t want them imploding or some such crazy shit. He said as much, adding, “Is that safe?”

Indigo looked up from uncapping the lube. “Do you need a safe word?” She grimaced.

“I don’t usually do this topping stuff so I keep forgetting what I should be doing. We need to establish an escape hatch so you’ll feel safe.”

Why did she have to put it like that? All Rickard’s manly pride came to the forefront.

“I don’t need any safe word. I know you won’t hurt me.”

She raised her brows, mild curiosity evident in her wide blue eyes. “None of us know the capacity another has to harm us until we put ourselves in their power. At which point, it becomes moot, either way.”

Rickard shrugged. “A safe word is only as good as your partner’s word. If I trust you to stop when I use the safe word, it is because I trust in your honor.”

Indigo breathed deeply, looking at him with an enigmatic smile. “My role is to give you ultimate pleasure, but how will I know if the means I utilize is more than you can bear?”

“I’ll tell you.”

She shook her head. “I will not push you further, but having a safe word is the responsible course when engaging in any consensual sex, not just the BDSM scene, Wagner.

Mine is meemaw.” She waved a hand staving off his objection when he would have disagreed. “You are a man of the world, far more knowledgeable than I in these matters. It is always possible to become caught up in the scene. Things can get out of hand fairly quickly.”

Despite saying she wouldn’t push, Rickard figured Indigo couldn’t let it go. He’d noticed that she erred on the side of too damned strict when it came to safety. “Blue. That’s my safe word.”

“Wonderful.” Her face lit up. “Now we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s turn our attention to fucking, shall we?” She indicated the bed again. “Lie down and turn on your side.”