[Atlantean's Quest 01] The Arrival (17 page)

She could almost feel those rough palms covering her breasts, molding, as he brought her eager nipples to his hungry mouth. The moisture between her legs grew as she pictured Eros’s thick cock, throbbing as he positioned the plum size crown at her entrance. Her clit pulsed and she bit back a moan.

Rachel glanced up in time to see Eros’s step falter. His breathing had deepened and his gait was awkward as he continued down the trail. His skin held a slight flush. When he stepped over a felled branch, Rachel caught sight of the massive hard-on under his loincloth. She licked her lips, then blushed, realizing he’d been listening to her private musings. At first the thought angered her, but the anger soon faded, quickly replaced by sexual energy.

For the first time in her life she felt powerful, feminine, all woman. Rachel couldn’t prevent the grin that stole across her face. It was a heady feeling knowing her thoughts, emotions, and form held sway over Eros’s larger than life body.

Hidden deep within the jungle they came upon a man-made clearing. The energy in the air crackled like when a storm neared. The hair on her arms stood on end and the hoops at her nipples vibrated. Rachel’s body trembled as if an internal power struggle had begun. Her head spun and her stomach churned for a few minutes while she fought to control her equilibrium.

This ground held the power of life and death, good and evil, yin and yang. Black lava rocks were strewn about the area and four large red crystals lay on their sides toppled by an unseen force.

Eros walked to her side and placed his arm around her shoulder, enveloping her in his strength. His loving touch settled her. “These are the symbols I told you about.” He pointed to the lava rocks.

Rachel walked up to one. At first glance they appeared to be ordinary volcanic rocks, but upon further examination she discovered symbols etched on the sides. She picked up the first rock, turning it slowly so as not to miss any part of the glyph. Her brows furrowed as she returned the piece to its original resting spot. Rachel gathered two more stones, placing them by the first. She rotated each symbol back and forth until they fit together like a jigsaw puzzle.

“I think I might be able to read this once I get it pieced together.” Rachel glanced over her shoulder at Eros.

He nodded his head and smiled. “Good.”

Rachel and Eros retrieved all the pieces scattered about the ground and brought them back to the original three.

“It’s going to take me a while to figure out what piece goes where,” Rachel said vaguely as she considered the rocks. “Even then, who knows if I’ll be able to understand what the symbols mean.”

Eros picked up one of the rocks and ran his fingers along the design. “How long do you need?”

She shrugged. “A month, maybe longer. It depends.”

Eros continued to examine the stone in his hand.

Rachel walked over to one of the fire crystals several yards away. The minerals reflecting in the sunlight gave off a flawless prism. She was about to return to Eros’s side when she noticed a yellow flower growing at the base.

She picked a few buds and held them up to her face. The flowers smelled spicy like cinnamon, but with a strange lingering odor, as if they held an aftertaste. Rachel couldn’t seem to get enough of the addictive scent.

“What are these?” She held the blooms up for Eros to see.

She watched his color drain. “Where did you get them?” His voice cracked with emotion.

Rachel felt her skin flush and her pussy begin to ache. “At the base of the crystal.”

His eyes bulleted to her hand, then face. “Did you smell those?”

“Yeah, why?” Her nipples beaded and throbbed. “What’s happening to me?” she cried out, dropping the blooms to the ground.

Eros rushed to her side. “You have inhaled the Atlantean bama plant.”

“What does that mean?” she asked as the plant began to affect her nervous system. She reached out and grabbed Eros. “Please, help me,” she gasped, tugging her skirt off with a jerky motion, unable to stand the material next to her heated skin.

Rachel couldn’t seem to control her actions. It was as if she’d been possessed. She began to rub her body against Eros’s hard length. She was wet, needy, out of control with desire. Her fingers snaked down his chest, along his flat stomach, slipping beneath his loincloth, until she grasped his cock.

Eros jumped, but didn’t pull away. “The bama plant only grows here, near the crystals. It aids in building desire. My people brought the seeds with them from Atlantis. The blooms were never meant to be inhaled by an ordinary human.” Every muscle in his body clenched.

“Are you saying the plant makes you horny?” she rasped out.

Rachel’s fingers clasped the base of Eros’s cock, working their way up and down, stroking, gliding, taunting. He nodded, his breathing coming out in rapid pants.

“How long does it last?” She trailed kisses over his chest, a second before she slipped one of his nipples, ring and all, in her mouth. Rachel suckled at him, sliding her tongue back and forth over the hoop, probing the flat disc.

Eros groaned. “It depends,” he bit out, “on how much you inhaled.” She swirled and licked. Eros’s knees buckled and he dropped to the grass, taking Rachel with him.

She ground her hips against him, leaving a trail of moisture behind. “Make it stop.”

He shuddered. “I can’t without joining with you.”

“Then fuck me, for goodness sake,” she pleaded, incapable of understanding why that was such a bad idea.

“I can’t,” he rasped. “The ceremony…my people.”

What was he talking about?
Rachel attempted to grasp onto his reason for about two seconds before her body’s clawing need ripped all thought from her head. From that moment on, all she knew was that she couldn’t seem to get close enough to him and he resisted.

Her fevered body demanded release. Rachel pushed Eros onto his back with her free hand and straddled him. She let go of his cock long enough to strip him of the loincloth. Then she grasped him again, trying to guide his cock to her drenched channel. Her clit twitched, causing her to cry out.

“Please, Eros…”

She rubbed her pussy along his hard length, grinding her body against him. Eros reached out, lifting her from him far enough away to roll her under his heavy bulk. She released his cock.

He thrust hard against her, grinding his shaft into the sensitive nub between her legs. Sweat beaded his brow as his tongue sought out her nipples. He nipped and sucked, his movements urgent, primal—frantic. Her areolas stabbed out, engorged. His cock slipped into place, ready to ram into her moist entrance.

Eros froze. The breath left his body. He balanced on fate’s precipice—once crossed, it could not be undone. Rachel tried to scoot down and impale herself on his shaft. Eros held her firm, his entire body shaking with the effort. His people depended on his self-control. He wanted to fuck her more than he wanted his next breath.

“Rachel please,” he begged. “You know not what you ask.”

She bucked her hips into his and the head of his cock slid inside her. Her vaginal walls gripped him, pulled at him, urging him forward. She felt like heaven on earth, slick and hot, moist and welcoming, and oh so tight. Eros groaned and closed his eyes, begging the goddess for strength. His massive body shook, while every fiber in his being screamed to thrust—to claim.

The demon voice in his head taunted him to seek his release, while giving Rachel hers.

But he couldn’t. He had to be strong.

Eros pulled back and rolled away from Rachel. His great lungs labored for breath. A pearl of liquid seeped from his crown, mingling with her essence, glistening in the sunlight.

Rachel swooped down upon him like a scavenger, her lips forming a tight seal around his cock. Instantly Eros shuddered, spurting seed deep within her throat. The flow so great he thought it might never stop. He’d been that close to ruining any chance his people had to escape the planet. After she’d swallowed every drop, she sat up, her eyes glazed, incoherent.

Eros spread Rachel onto the grass. Her legs fell open, exposing her wet pussy to his hungry gaze. He swooped down, covering her mound with his ravishing mouth. He licked and suckled at her clit until she was mindless. She orgasmed, but still her body ached. She wanted more, needed more, demanded all.

He plunged his tongue inside her dripping channel, stretching its length until he reached her womb, then he curled the lengthy muscle back, repeating the action over and over again. Finally he thrust forward and hummed, sending an energy surge from his tongue into her velvet grip.

Rachel screamed, her body shattering its second release. Eros twisted his tongue in a quick corkscrew fashion and she came again. He swirled around her inner walls, until Rachel grew hoarse from crying out. Her limbs trembled and shook as the effects of one orgasm after the other rolled through her, blending into endless sensation. He laved her clit mercilessly.

Her breathing was ragged, but her body felt sated for the first time since inhaling the pollen of the bama plant. They lay side-by-side, watching butterflies dance in the air. Rachel propped herself up on her elbow and looked down into Eros’s strained face.

Rachel felt ashamed by her behavior. Never in all her years of dating had she ever acted the sexual aggressor. It was easier to believe it had only been the bama plant affecting her and not some baser desire she’d kept hidden away. “I’m sorry. I—”

He held up a hand, stopping her words. “’Tis my fault. Had I not been lost in the past, this never would have happened.”

“But you said something about your people…”

“All is well. We stopped before we could join fully.” Eros sat up and pulled Rachel to her feet. He helped her slip her skirt back on.

“I don’t understand.”

“You will.”

She ran a shaky hand through her tangled hair, before taking one last look around the clearing. In the future, Rachel would stay far away from the harmless looking yellow flowers.

Eros nodded, a solemn look upon his handsome features. “’Tis time you meet the seer.” He brushed his palms on his loincloth, before grabbing Rachel’s hand and leading her away.

Rachel was torn. One side wanted to go home to New York and her friends more than anything in the world. The other was so fascinated with the lava rocks and the secrets that they held that she couldn’t wait to get started in trying to decode them. For the time being, she’d leave the fire-crystals untouched. But that would mean staying here, for at least a month, possibly much longer.

Rachel pulled her hand free. “Eros, how old did you say those symbols on the lava rocks are?”

“Over two and a half thousand years, give or take. When the sages created them, the stones they used were already four thousand years old, according to legend.”

She blinked at him. “That would make you two thousand years old.”

“A bit over a two, but who’s counting.” He laughed.

Rachel stared at him. Her mind tried to wrap around the information he’d just so casually shared with her. She didn’t like being made a fool of, especially by a man she was beginning to care for. Not many people reached a hundred years old, much less two thousand.

He grabbed her hand once more. “Come, my Queen, ‘tis time for you to meet the seer.”

In all likelihood the man holding her hand was insane.
But what if he was telling the truth
? She should be frightened, but she wasn’t. Rachel glanced at their intertwined fingers, then to Eros’s profile. Physically he was her ideal, but mentally was a whole different ballgame.

Sweat from his body caused a musky scent to linger in the air, mingling with hers. Rachel inhaled, taking in the pleasing odor.

Warmth emanated from his fingers, spreading throughout her body. Rachel found the contact strangely comforting. He really was a magnificent looking man. The fact that it felt so right to be with him…well, perhaps the prospect of staying here wasn’t so scary after all.

Chapter Thirteen

Eros led her to the seer’s hut. His emotions had jumbled once he felt the shift in acceptance radiating from Rachel. He should have been ecstatic, but instead he shuddered at the thought of how close he’d come to betraying his people back in the clearing. When the tip of his cock had sought and found Rachel’s slick entrance, it had given Eros a taste of heaven on Earth. How could the goddess cruelly tempt him so?

He’d wanted Rachel so bad that he’d almost willingly thrown away his future and the future of his people just to be able to bury himself between her silken thighs. After the bama plant ordeal, when she’d looked up at him from the jungle floor where they lay, her eyes had shown clearly the love that simmered in her heart. Eros felt as if he would burst with joy.

They snaked their way along the trail until they reached the entrance to the seer’s hut. Eros held up his hand and his palm glowed. He prayed the seer had words of wisdom to share. He needed all the strength he could get.

Rachel remembered the first time she’d seen that occur. At the time, she’d chalked it up to imagination, but now there was no mistaking the power emanating from Eros.

Perhaps he had told the truth—
about everything
.

It only took a moment for Ariel the seer to throw back her furs to grant them entrance. She opened her arms wide, enveloping Rachel in a welcoming hug. “Finally we meet, my Queen.” She pulled back, but still kept a hold on Rachel’s upper arm. Her gaze ran from the top of Rachel’s head all the way to her toes. “You are even lovelier than my visions.”

Rachel blushed. “Thank you.”

“Eros.” The seer turned to him. “Please wait outside. I need to discuss a few things about the ceremony with our new Queen.”

“As you wish, Ariel.” Eros hesitated.

Rachel gave him a reassuring smile.

“I’ll summon you when ’tis time for you to return,” Ariel added.

He nodded and left.

Rachel watched as the woman known as the seer released her arm and walked to the other side of her hut. The woman was beautiful beyond words. Her long blonde hair hung in soft waves down her back. She had full breasts and a slim waist. She seemed at ease, comfortable in her nudity.