A Slave's Fortune

[Honey_B]

A Slave's Fortune - An Adventure in Mexico

Our little adventure begins in the former Aztec capital of Tenochtitlan. The year is 1523. Two years have passed since the fall of Moctezuma and Cortez is the city's governor. The former conquistador is a better conqueror than administrator. Yet even as lawlessness abounds so does opportunity. The country is flooded with young adventurers from Spain, hoping to find fortune and adventure in this new world. Expeditions set out daily into the largely unexplored interior of the country.


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I am at a horrible age. I am old enough to remember life before "they" came, yet I am just now entering my prime, an age where I have become apparently desirable. "Young, lithe, and graceful," my hated captor calls me. He says I will bring an excellent price on the auction block. He is a merchant of the flesh and I have become nothing but a commodity. I steel myself for the impending indignity.

The fat Spaniard pulls the young Indian woman from behind a makeshift curtain, out into full view of the gathered audience. The woman is clad in only a revealing dirty shift and appears to be about 20, with long dark hair and flawless olive skin. Her high cheekbones and slanted eyes are indicative of her tribe, though she is considered quite unattractive by her own people. The slave trader grasps the woman roughly by the shoulder, his fingers digging in to the sensitive flesh of her upper arm. She is brought to center stage and the man begins his sales pitch.

"Nice, ripe female," the man calls out to the crowd. He hefts her right breast in a dingy hand to prove his point. "Beautiful face! Look at her, gentlemen. There aren't many females here who haven't been ruined. Nobody sloped her forehead or crossed these lovely eyes." He turns the woman sideways to show that her profile has been unaltered. A shamed expression clouds the woman's defiant features. "She's awfully quiet now, but I've learned that she speaks Spanish as well as most of the heathen dialects in this godforsaken country. Not that you'll need to speak much to a woman like this!" His leer is grotesque in its enthusiasm. "An excellent asset for any expedition into wilds of New Spain. Who is going to start the bidding?" The man looks expectantly out at the crowd.

OOC: I will be writing the part of the slave girl. Now who is going to bid on me?

 

[kitsuke]

Jonathon Ramsey

Starngely out of place, a well-dressed, middle-aged English gentleman sits on a litter in the crowd. Six slaves kneel near him, ready to bear him away at his command. He hold a large fan in one hand. 'Look at her,' he thinks to himself, 'she will complete my collection adn I MUST have her!'

"200 spanish gold dubloons.", his strident voice rings out across the slaveyard, "200 FULL spanish dubloons." His gaze falls first on the girl, then sweeps across the rest of the crowd as if daring them to outbid him.

 

[Honey_B]

"Sold to the Englander for 200 'bloons!" The savvy businessman knew to close the auction with that ridiculously high offer. No sense in giving the foreigner a chance to change his mind.

The amounts were meaningless to me although I could tell that the fleshmonger was thrilled. The transaction was handled quickly and I was presented before my new owner. He did not look like the other invaders, perhaps he was of a different breed. A mixture of shame and hatred kept me from looking directly at the man's face. Instead I kept my eyes lowered while I began to wonder what this man had in store for me. Perhaps he needed a translator or a guide. The intruders needed them on their expeditions to find more gold. What else could he possibly want with a woman as unattractive as I.

 

[kitsuke]

Jonathon Ramsey

Ramsey stood and made a few motions to his bearers. Two of them grabbed a wooden case on his litter and a third also followed him to the block. Taking a large pouch from his seat Ramsey methodically counted two hundred large Spanish dubloons into the greasy slaver's hand. He then held his hand out and it was immediately washed by one of his bearers who quickly grabbed a cloth from the case.

"Now get you gone Paolo," Ramsey said disdainfully to the sweaty auctioneer. "You are contaminating the air my new prize is breathing. You two", he indicated the two that brought the cask, "hold her. You", to the last one ,"strip her and wash her. They keep their slaves worse than they keep their cattle here. Once she is clean put something on her and bring her to me."

With that the Englishman walked stiffly back to his litter, sat and allowed himself to be shaded and fanned by his remaining bearers. He watched his prize with interest as she was washed.

 

[Honey_B]

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to feel the ecstasy of water on my body. I had begun to fear that I would never be clean again. This conquering race seemed to prefer dirt to regular bathing, so I was surprised when I was allowed to scrub myself from head to toe. My skin began to tingle as I vigorously dried my skin with a soft cloth. I couldn't help but sigh.

I began to struggle when they tried to dress me. My country was in the hottest part of the year and these sadists were trying to cover me with layer upon layer of thick cloth!

"Ahhhh!"

One of my dressers clutched his hand where my teeth had sunk into it. I couldn't help but smile as I stood there with nothing on but a chemise. The rest of them backed away, fearful eyes taking in my wild hair and eyes. I looked down at the one garment they had managed to get on me. It was torn, but at least it was clean.

 

[kitsuke]

Jonathan Ramsey

"Now bring her to me, men. That is quite enough for her to wear. It is beastly hot, after all. Don't just stand there cowering, lads, bring her! Slap her if you have to, just don't damage her!" Ramsey's voice was bordering on annoyance now and the litter bearers knew it. Quickly they marched the young girl over to him.

"There you go my dear," he says to her in Spanish, "I suppose you shall have to ride in the litter with me, you have no proper shoes for walking. That will be remedied. Come here, dear, and kneel at my feet." He saw her hesitation and his eyes flashed. "Now." his voice was filled with a quiet, yet very real, threat.

"What do we have here.", taking her chin in his hand he raised her face to a better angle for viewing. Turning it first this way, then that he inspected her. "First class, I say, rather a rare find!" He then released her face and casually reached down and cupped a breast, his thumb rubbed the nipple absently. "Ah yes," he says, smiling happily, "I may have finally completed my collection. I suppose the final verdict will have to wait for a better inspection." Now in Spanish again, "Lay your head in my lap, my dear, and I shall stroke your hair and you may sleep as we go to my estate." That said he barked a command to the litter bearers and they were hoisted off the ground by the six burly men. He then turned his attention back to her again and still in Spanish spoke again, "Come, come, lay your head down, I do so love your hair. And what, pray tell, is your name my beautiful little savage?"

 

[Honey_B]

I fought back the urge to slap him, hating the way he touched my body with impunity. Ignoring his request to lay my head in his lap, I instead answered my purchaser's question.

"I am not a savage. My name is Ayauhcihuatl," I said in Spanish. I enjoyed the perplexed look on his face.

"Ay-a-uh-ce-hoo-at-el," I repeated, saying each syllable slowly.

His expression didn't change.

"Children call me Aya. I will answer to that," I said, trying to
supress a giggle.

I didn't know quite what to think of the man. He appearently was quite ill. I had never seen anyone so pale in all my life. Perhaps that was why he needed to be carried about. I did not feel too badly for the man, considering my loathing for his race. My country can be a harsh place.

"You seem ill," I said in a mock soothing voice. "Perhaps my
country does not agree with you."

 

[kitsuke]

Jonathon Ramsey

Jonathon supressed a chuckle, "I find your defiance exhilirating, my dear. For now I shall call you as I see fit. We shall see if you earn a name. For the time being, every time you are heard saying your name, you will be beaten. I will believe my other servants' word over yours, so be careful who you treat with that attitude. Feistiness is an excellent trait, make sure you know it's place. Now, since you would rather ride with your head up, face to the front. I would brush you. And take care pretty, this comb can just as easily be used as your first punishment."

Jonathan was going to enjoy this one quite a bit indeed. He was sure some of the others would even be jealous of the attention he would lavish on her. His thoguhts turned pleasant as they travelled down the road. It was going to be a good year.

 

[Honey_B]

He commanded me to allow him to comb my hair! Did this interloper think he was a master or a maid? My hair was such a wild mess that I was not about to argue. I moved closer and turned around. Over my shoulder, I said:

"You have not told me what to call you nor how you would like me to serve you."

My curiosity burned. This foreigner looked at me in such a way that made my skin flush. I was not used to such appreciation from my own kind. In fact, I was raised as the son my father never had. My mother died when I was born and my father was determined to keep his only child with him. He was one of the most powerful priests in my country, an overseer of the temples devoted to Huitzilopochtli, the sun god. My father educated me and trained me to be his assistant. I traveled by his side throughout the country until he was killed in by the invaders.

 

[kitsuke]

Jonathon Ramsey

Jonathon sighed as he began to brush her hair, his hands making practiced strokes through the tangle. A sure force guided them through and with surprisingly few tangles her hair was beginning to be in a semblance of order. As soon as the worst was through his strokes fell into a well-practiced rhythm: lift, comb, smooth.

'Ah, how like my Emmeline's her raven locks are. The sun glinting off of them, glistening blackly in the day.', his expression darkened then as his thoughts turned down a seperate path, 'You will still pay for that Trego, Portugeuse bastard.'

"You may call me Master Ramsey, my dear, or Master if that is more to your tastes. In time you will grow to enjoy it. As for how you will serve me?", he said out loud now, "You shall see soon enough."

The loss of his Emmeline hadn't corrupted Jonathon Ramsey, not completely.

"Ah, but what is it you call a person who is not sane? Crazy. Add money though, and he is an eccentric gentleman.", Ramsey added this last bit out loud again, apparently amused at his own little joke. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a pouch. opening it he pulled out a purple satin ribbon and tied it in Aya's hair. "Purple is going to be your color, my dear, I can tell it already."

He again reached down and turned her face to him, his strong hands holding her chin up so he could look at her, quite oblivious to her returned glare. They would be home soon. Very soon.

 

[Honey_B]

The terrain of central Mexico is mountainous and dry at that time of the year. The bearers walked down a path created by a dry river bed to make the going easier. I was lulled into a stupor by the heat, the sway of the litter and the gentle stroking of Ramsey's hands on my hair.

Something made me look up. At the precise instant I saw the storm clouds mingling high over the peaks of the mountains, I heard it. A sickening thunderous noise that grew louder by the instant. The bearers dropped our litter with a thud. Stunned, we watched as they tried to scramble up the banks of the gorge. It was all I could do to scream, "HOLD ON!" to Ramsey in desperate Spanish, before we were hit with a wall of water.

The rush of the flash flood picked up our litter like a life raft and carried it away in a torrential current. I pressed my body flat and hung on to the frame of the thing, praying to the gods for protection. It took everything I had to stay on as the rapids swirled and whirled us downstream. My muscles ached with strain as I fought for my life. I don't know how far we were carried; it seemed like we traveled for hours.

CRUNCH!

A crash brought our ride to an abrupt end. The litter tilted and we slid into the water. We had slammed into an obstruction of rocks and branches embedded in the riverbed. The litter quickly dissolved into splinters and was swept away. I grabbed a branch just as Ramsey plunged under the surface. With the swirling water pulling on me, I reached out a hand and caught his collar just in time. It took all of my strength to pull him against the current to where he could get a handhold. Thank the Gods! We were not far from the shore. Holding on to branches, we half swam to the river's edge. We scrambled up the bank and I looked around. We were now in the jungles far to the east of Tenochtitlan, probably in the lands of the ancient Maya peoples. This was my last thought as I collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted. I sensed Ramsey laying down next to me and I slept.

 

[kitsuke]

Jonathan Ramsey

'Well I must say this was not in the schedule', Ramsey thought to himself when he woke again, Aya next to him in the shade. The evening had grown cloudy and cold, her thin body shivered. Removing his coat, thankfully mostly dry, he covered her with it and stood up. 'Terrible waste,' he mused, 'no tailor will ever be able to repair it. It was my favorite jacket as well.'

Jonathon spent the next few minutes gathering wood. He gathered a small pile of twigs, leaves and such to use for tinder and larger twigs for kindling. The pieces of wood he kept on hand to feed the fire once it got going. He removed the leather lace from one of his boots and tied it to a long, springy stick making a crude bow. Wrapping a short, stout stick in this he placed a tip of the shorter stick in a small divot on a large, flat piece of wood, then he piled tinder around that. He set his feet on the large board, held another piece of wood on the top of the short stick, and began to pull and push the bowed stick. It took nearly fifteen minutes to make a fire in this fashion, but he was grateful when it was done. Quickly feeding kindling into the burgeoning flame he soon had a small fire going. Feeding that with the larger pieces of wood he had gathered he gathered rocks and placed them around the fire, keeping it hemmed in.

'One good thing that damn flood did, leaving these fish stranded on land.', gathering the fish left behind by the flash flood was easy, although there were precious few enough of them left as the jungle creatures had already had a go at them. He soon had four fishes, rudely gutted and scaled, set on a rock directly next to fire fire, cooking slowly.

Getting up again he walked over to Aya and knelt next to her. Taking her in his arms he whispered as she stirred "Hush, child, we're going to get you warm now." He picked her up smoothly and walked with her cradled in his arms back to the fire. He laid her down and said matter of factly, "Now we are going to have to get out of these wet things, or we shall catch our death of cold. Quickly now, my dear." He tugged her wet shirt off of her, tossing it on a rock near the fire to dry, the same went with his jacket and other clothing. He spread a few huge, soft leaves on the ground, the kind that are nearly as large as a person and just as wide as well. Laying Aya down on this he lay next to her, his reserves exhausted now. Enfolding her with one arm, he went to sleep.

 

[Honey_B]

Stiff, hungry, and cold - Those three realizations came to me, in that order. My eyes opened to inky darkness mitagated by a blanket of stars high above. As I adjusted to the low level of light, I sat up and looked around.

The fire was dying. I shivered and got up carefully. Ramsey had piled extra firewood on the bank and I fed it into the fire until the flames came back to life. I returned to the banana leaves and sat down. I looked at Ramsey in the flickering light. His face looked handsome without the disdainful expression he usually wore. I was fascinated by the whiteness of his skin as it glowed almost pearly. Idly, I reached out and stroked Ramsey's cheek. He moaned softly and I traced his jawline with a fingertip.

Gods believe me, I don't know what possessed me to do what I did next. Maybe it was the danger we were both in. Perhaps it was the loss of everything important in my life. I don't know what it was, but I leaned over and kissed Ramsey full on the mouth. I ran my tongue over the softness of his lips. Ramsey came awake with another moan.

 

[kitsuke]

Jonathon Ramsey

I was lying on the grass at Dervinshire Estate, a large picnic basket next to me. We had decided to bring... fish? Ah, well, I had let Emmeline pack again. On my back I look up at the clouds, admiring the trailing wispiness of them on this fine sunny day. Part of my vision is eclipsed my a wide-brimmed straw hat. Emmeline. Her dark hair spills down over her shoulders as she has let it down now. She's also undone her bodice. Well, now. She reaches down and touches my face, tracing my jaw with her finger. I let ehr know my appreciation. Then she leans down and kisses me....


It is not Emmeline, but Aya, and we are in the jungle once more. This all hits me at the same time and my grief for Emmeline begins again. My need though, my desire is real and here and now. Wrapping my arms around Aya I pull her on top of me and kissed her back fiercely.

 

[Honey_B]

Our naked bodies met without introduction as I was pulled on top of Ramsey. I felt the sensitive skin of my breasts crush
against his chest and a wave of molten desire for the man swept over me. Caving into a wanton's lust, I ground my pelvis
against his, almost desperate in my craving to feel the hardness of his cock within me. I returned his kiss with a reckless hunger; my tongue ravaging his mouth.

Gasping for air, nostrils flared, I broke off the kiss just as Ramsey cupped my right breast, flicking a turgid nipple with a teasing finger. Even as the sweet sensation made my blood boil, I came to my senses.

My eyes filled with tears of shame and I struggled to free myself. I stood and walked over to the fire.

"You called my a savage, Ramsey. Now, I have acted like one. I am sorry."

 

[kitsuke]

Jonathon Ramsey

"No, Aya.. it is I who must apologize. You are not a savage. If any acted so it was I. I allowed memories of the past to dictate the actions of the now." Jonathon stood and pulled on his pants. He then went over and hugged Aya chastely, "Do not think less of yourself for having desires Aya. They are as normal to the human condition as breathing and death. Just as inevitable as well."

With that he gave her a kiss on the cheek and went over to the fire to inspect the fish. Picking up two sticks he speared a fish on each and offered one to Aya. "Perhaps a bit dry, but a sight better than nothing."

Perhaps it was a trick of the firelight in the night, but it appeared that Ramsey was crying.

 

[Honey_B]

Realizing I am as nakad as the first mother, I retrieve my chemise and pull it on. I accept the fish gratefully. Never have I been so hungry. I force myself to eat slowly so that I will not become ill.

"The fish was welcome. I was very hungry. Thank you, Ramsey." I say with sincerity. It is difficult to look at the man but when I do I can see in the firelight that his eyes are sad. I know that he has suffered loss. Perhaps because we have shared so much in so little time, my heart goes out to him.

"Ramsey, tell me why it is that you hurt."

 

[kitsuke]

Jonathon Ramsey

Jonathon smiled wanly in the shadows. Ohh how...

"It is an old wound Aya, years gone, nothing to worry about.", then went on as if he had not even said the first sentence, "My wife, Emmeline. Gone these six years now. I loved her more than I loved life itself. There was nothing she could not ask of me. My estate, my position, my privileges, me... I myself was nothing without her there to share it with. We had many years of happiness together, loving her was the center of my life. Unfortunately, she could have no children and the rest of my family pressured me to divest myself of her. Ultimately my father, getting quite on in years himself thought to resolve the situation through other means. He hired a Portuguese slaver named Trego to kidnap her. When I found she was gone I grew despondent. My family immediately began to pressure me to marry again. I was too wrought out to even consider it. Eventually I discovered my father's complicity in the matter. I did no harm to him. I merely took the family fortune for my own and moved here, to the new world, and sought to begin anew. It gave me satisfaction to know that my father was penniless due to his own machinations."

Jonathon's face grew dark and his voice took on a choked angry tone, "I found Trego, or at least his base of operations. Staging a raid during the night with a band of professional mercenaries. Trego had somehow gotten word and was long gone. He left my Emmeline behind though. What was left of her at least. She had been chained to a filthy cot for more than a year. Apparently when he had tired of her for himself he had chained her in the open, naked, for use by anyone who cared to walk to her in the basement.", he broke off, his voice choking with grief, "She was covered with bedsores... she was filthy, bleeding in at least ten different places. Her... her mind was gone. We tried for weeks to bring her back from wherever she had gone inside her head. She... could not, would not come back. After advisement by the best medical practitioners money could buy along with silence I did what I knew she would want me to do... I smothered her. I gave her a last kiss and told her I would always love her... and put the pillow over her face.... she did not struggle even then. She welcomed the release somehow..." At this point Jonathon broke off, his lean frame wracked by sobs as his cries escaped his throat.

"I have told noone... it is my shame and my burden" Jonathon buried his face in his hands and wept openly for the first time since Emmeline's death, so many years ago.

 

[Honey_B]

I let Ramsey speak without interruption as he recounted his sad story. His tears moved me. I wrapped my arms around him and drew his head to my breast in a tender embrace. I held him as he sobbed. His heart sounded like it was breaking anew and I began to sing a song of my people in a soothing voice:

Will flowers be carried to the kingdom of death?
Is it true that we are going, we are going?
Where are we going, ay, where are we going?
Will we be dead there or will we live yet?
Does one exist again?

Perhaps we will live a second time?
Thy heart only knows.
Once do we live?
Like a quetzal plume, a fragrant flower?
No, love sparkles like heron plumes,
Weaving itself into the finery of life and death.
Forever do we live if loved.


I held the man until he had calmed. Ramsey raised his head and looked at me in the light of the dying fire. He was an anachronism. He lost his wife to slavers yet the man purchased a slave for his collection of women. I feared that grief may have unbalanced him. It was not uncommon. The question was could he be healed. I would have to try because I needed Ramsey desperately. I needed him if we were both to survive.

For that reason, I kissed Ramsey. This time my lips were tentative, unsure whether this was what the man needed.

 

[kitsuke]

Jonathon Ramsey

His tears were still wet on his face. His heart was still rent for his lost love. A blackness of soul that threatened to reach up and swallow back into whatever abyss he had cast himself into after the death of his wife still tugged at his conscience.

He felt her arms enfold him. Her voice, soft and beautiful, affirmed and even glorified his sufferring. He looked up at her as she finished her song, his eyes wide and his tears now stilled in amazement. Her tenderness, her empathy, her desire to help even a man as despicable as he had been. Indeed, had been about to put her through the same. It was all Emmeline and for a moment he quailed.

Her beauty though, exotic and near perfect where Emmeline had been pretty and tender. A wild look to her eye where Emmeline was all social graces. This girl in front of him had a streak of hardness in her somewhere that Emmeline had never discovered in herself. She was not Emmeline. Though he had tried to recreate Emmeline in all the females he had ever bought, he now looked with amazement at this creature in the moon and firelight before before him and realized it was not Emmeline he needed.

She puts her lips on his and kissed him tenderly.

With a cry bordering between despair and desire, he kissed back. Something flooded back into his soul at that moment. Perhaps, finally, Emmeline could rest in peace.

'I could love this girl... no, this woman', Ramsey thought to himself as he put his arms around her, 'If we but had the time it would be as inevitable as the stars in their endless courses...'

He stood with her in his grasp, she in his arms for the second time this night. Walking slowly over to the makeshift bed of great leaves he lay her down gently and lay beside her. Kissing her on the mouth an neck he decided it was time for him to let a woman take the initiative for the first time since his wife had disappeared. He could not instigate this and live with his conscience on the morrow.

 

[kitsuke]

Jonathon Ramsey

Jonathon looked Aya over as he lay next to her, being this close was fairly intoxicating. He hoped she would make a move soon, his desire was mounting.

 

[Honey_B]

I kissed Ramsey again, caressing his mouth, his lips, his tongue with my own. My hands fluttered over his skin, running my fingers through his hair. I drew him into me closer to me, trying to provide whatever it was that he needed; warmth, a haven, a mother, a lover, slave, master, goddess, supplicant.

Overtaken by feeling, I moved closer still to him. Ramsey covered my body with his own. I felt his pulsating shaft like a lifted sword against my belly. The feel of it set my mind on fire. He laid his thigh across me and I traced the contours of the corded muscles with exploring fingers. A glide of slippery wetness came from my slit. I met him with my wide, open mouth and I put my fingers in his silky hair. I kissed him with my breath and blood and all that I was.

His mouth moved to my left nipple and he flicked it with his tongue, warming it, wetting it. He rubbed my other breast with his palm. I pressed his head to me.

"Please, Ramsey... Suck harder!" I cried out.

The effect of his compliance was devastating. His teeth nipped at my delicate flesh before he drew my nipple into his mouth. My womb contracted hard, forcing a gasp from my lips. He had shaken me to my very roots. My head pressed back against the unyielding ground, lost in feeling. I writhed under him and waited open, arched like a bow.

 

[kitsuke]

Jonathon Ramsey

'She does want me!', Ramsey thought as they kissed, 'I shall make sure she at least enjoys it.', he vowed as he suckled on her nipple at her request. His hands roamed over her body and one slipped between her legs, lightly stroking at the top of her thigh. He raise his head now and kissed her while his fingers found her wet sex. Gliding along her lips twice with both lips and fingers he entered her simultaneously, tasting her mouth with his tongue and tenderly pushing his fingers inside her slit.

He took it no further than that though, wanting to increase her desire until she took the next step.

 

[Honey_B]

Aya

Ramsey's mouth took possession of my own as his fingers moved within me, slowly, ever so slowly. The effect made me writhe. I longed to cry out when Ramsey nudged his thumb against my swollen clitoris. My hips urged him to deepen his contact. I could not get enough of the sweet torture he was inflicting with his hands. My rhythm, every movement an exquisite agony, built even as tense muscles strained to move to the painfully slow motion of his skillful fingers.

Suddenly, I clutched Ramsey's hand and held it still. "Quiet!" I hissed into his ear. Something large was moving in the undergrowth, coming closer to our clearing on the riverbank. We waited, laying side by side, clutching each other. The curtain of foliage parted and a jaguar came into view and padded over to the water's edge. Its slow movements and distended belly told me that Ocelotl had eaten recently. My breathing eased a fraction and I began to study the jaguar with fascination. The great cat was less than the length of two men from where we lay. Its powerful muscles flexed under the luxuriously spotted coat as the big cat crouched to drink from the river. We watched as the predator lifted its head. The jaguar hesitated for a movement, looking out across the water. Then the cat's huge head turned and we looked into the eyes of a jaguar. Its glittering green eyes bore into Ramsey. I waited for it to shift its gaze to me, but the cat dropped its head and turned. The jaguar retraced its steps, disappearing into the jungle like a puff of smoke.

For many long moments, we did not move. The blood coursed through my body, stimulated by adrenaline. I looked at Ramsey. His eyes looked as wild as I felt. Inner instincts, so long untouched, told me to tempt him, to break his control. Now was the moment I could bring this man back to life. I seized the opportunity.

Moving with seduction, my body as supple as a rope, I pressed my dampened cleft into his manhood, erotically widening my legs and clasping his hips in sweet invitation. I felt him shudder and the sweet taste of victory began to fill me. Tempting him further, I reached down and wrapped my hand around his organ. I rubbed the sensitive tip over my silken slit.

"Claim me, Ramsey. Make me yours."

 

[kitsuke]

Jonathon Ramsey

He was hers.. Ramsey pushed himself into a sitting position. In doing so he pulled her onto him, his shaft sinking in her sex fully. He held her against him, both of them upright , her legs wrapped around him and softly he kissed her again. He remained so for a few moments, enjoying being so fully in her. He was surprised to feel the stickiness of blood mix with their juices at their union.

"You mean you..." his voice trailed off and his eyes widened as he realized that she had indeed been a virgin. "Oh Aya, I hope to make this as nice for you as it is for me." he added laying her down flat on the ground, staying in her completely doing so.

Slowly he began rocking back and forth in her, not trusting yet to thrust. Patience had ever been a virtue of his and he waited a good long while before withdrawing somewhat and pushing back into her. Her loins pulsed around his cock and he groaned as they moved with each other. Her hips thrust at him to some ancient, forgotten rhythm and each time he slid back into her the intensity grew. The jungle faded from view as slowly his entire awareness was replaced by the fact of her being.

Faster now, the need becoming more urgent as he felt her body respond and he himself nearing climax. He knew that with her slick tightness he would probably not be able to hold off for long. He shifted his body slightly, raising himself in relation to her so that her nose was level with his chin. This increased angle made no apparent difference until he pushed into her again, and the shaft of his manhood maintained contact with her engorged clitoris the entire stroke.

Now veritably pounding into her their bodies met with audible, erotic slaps. One last time he thrust into her as her pussy started wildly around him. Burying himself in her he bit her neck as he shot his seed inside her, burying his voice of passion in through his teeth as her first cry rent the jungle air. Holding position now, just barely swivelling his hips they came together in sweet agony.

Several minutes later, both their passions spent, they lay cradling each other in their arms. Small kisses were exchanged and loving caresses over each others bodies were freely given.

"Oh Aya! I left marks." Jonathon exclaimed as he kissed her neck where he had bitten. Offering his neck to her he added, "Turnabout is fair play after all."