Luxuria (9 page)

He grinned as her bright green eyes looked up at him with waiting zeal. He placed his cock between her large, full tits; she pushed them together, squeezing his manhood. Slowly he began to thrust, watching the head of his cock protrude from between them. The feeling of her smooth creamy skin was staggering and his pace increased. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back so she was looking up at him with intense, lascivious eyes.

Mark pulled her to her feet as a near maddening desire to be in her overwhelmed him. He picked her up, as if she weighed nothing more than the clothing she had discarded and her long legs wrapped around his waist. Pushing her down onto his throbbing cock, until every inch of him had entered her, she cried out, arching her back as he began to thrust savagely. Her tits bounced hypnotically, only driving his arousal higher.

He slammed her up against the wall, kissing and nibbling her neck as he took her, harder than he had anyone else before. With each commanding thrust, she cried out in blissful ravishment, her nails digging into his neck as she held on.

A soft hand grazed his back and he turned to see Callisto, her hand massaging the wetness between her own thighs as she watched them intently.

“Let us please you together.” Kassandra whispered in his ear and he released her. They led him to the bed of silken pillows that took up one full corner of the room. They pushed him down and began to caress and kiss one another tenderly, seeing the excitement in his eyes grow.

He could stand it no longer, and pulled the brunette down onto the pillow bed and positioned her on all fours, mounting her like a wild beast lost in the euphoria of the moment. Kassandra moved herself beneath Callisto and opened her legs. She grabbed a handful of Callisto’s hair and buried the brunette’s head in her pussy. Her intense, green eyes never left Mark’s as she moaned pleasurably clutching her breasts in frenzied zeal.

Mark watched as Callisto delighted the blonde’s mound with her mouth while he gripped her hips firmly and feverishly buried his cock into her. Both of them began to shudder and moan, the sound bringing him to his limit, and he knew he would cum soon.

He pulled out and stood both women moved eagerly beneath him, their mouths worked voracious upon his throbbing manhood waiting for his cum. The sight of their hungry eyes looking up at him was all he could take. His groan was deep and echoed off the stone walls.

He staggered back, suddenly exhausted and collapsed onto the pillow bed watching as the two women kissed sensually sharing all that he had given them, before his eyes closed and he slept.

The decaying city was eerie and dark; all they had were two candles that they had taken from their rooms, making progress slow. Jessica and Dustin moved towards the faint glow that emanated from an overgrown archway in a large alcove. It had been the only light they had seen and hoped to find one of the strange women, so they could find out where their friends had been placed.

They peered through the unkempt entrance. The lush garden was dimly lit but not by torch lights as they had expected but by the glow of the strange colorful flowers that grew within. The sight was breathtaking and wondrous, nearly making them forget why they had come.

“Maybe we should just go back to our rooms.” Dustin whispered as he fiddled with the pocket that held his inhaler.

Jessica ignored him, fingering one of the glowing flowers in awe before waving him to continue.

They moved their way deeper, hearing the faint murmurs of a delicate voice within. Jess fought the urge to call out, so as not to surprise whomever they might come across, but thought better of it. They slowed their steps as they rounded an outcrop of shrubs, coming to an opening where a large, slow-running fountain resided. They spotted the movement within the fountain’s circular base.

The radiant, lithe redhead Alcina bathed within the fountain’s marble base. The water poured from the mouth of a large demon’s head onto her naked flesh as she danced and chanted hypnotically in a strange and rhythmic language.

Dustin stepped closer, a queer expression clear on his face. “That doesn’t look like water,” he muttered looking harder, “its red like...like blood.” He said it louder than he had intended and Alcina spun around.

Jessica grabbed Dustin and pulled him back behind the bushes. “I don’t think she saw us.”

“Was that blood?” Dustin whispered his eyes wide as he grabbed his inhaler and took a deep breath.

“I...I don’t know, maybe...” She stepped out to look around the shrub again and came face to face with petite but dominant frame of Alcina.

“It is dangerous to be out within the city at night.” She said firmly, almost threateningly. “All manner of beasts and creatures roam the shadows, looking for easy prey.” Her hazel eyes burned brightly, almost as if they glowed.

“We are sorry for disturbing you. We didn’t mean to spy on you.” Jessica said standing her ground, wondering how the woman had gotten back into her outfit so quickly - she appeared completely dry. “We are just worried about our friends and would like to see them.”

Alcina leered. “Your friends have been well cared for this night, of that I can promise you.”

“That is very nice of you to share, but I would still like to see them.”

Alcina spread her hands out graciously. “Of course, it will be as you wish. Please follow me.”

Alcina led them through the city; her slender and ample figure drew the duo’s attention with each persuasive step. Dustin had to remind himself repeatedly not to stare, yet within moments his eyes were lost in the smooth sway of her tempting flesh.

“Can I ask why our friends were put so far from where we are staying?” Jessica finally asked as they were led into the great marble building that seemed to have weather through the ages with little damage.

“Of course,” Alcina replied not turning back to look at her, “this was the cities healing house. Much of the building was built with Agate, Chiastolite, Epidote and Peridot - all of which provide great healing powers to those within its walls. So it was only natural that we would take him here to be tended.” She stopped in front of an entranceway and pulled back the strings of colorful beads. “Your friend Josh rests soundly within, as promised.”

Jessica and Dustin both looked and saw Josh sleeping soundly in the middle of the room on a black stone bed. They were both relieved to see his color had improved and was almost back to normal.

Alcina smiled. “Your friend is strong and will recover quickly. I have done all I can for him.”

Dustin’s scanned the room for signs of Mark. “Where is Mark?”

“He sleeps soundly, down the hall.” Callisto said coming to stand beside Alcina. “He grew weary and so we showed him comforts to better suit him for the night.”

Jessica and Dustin glanced at one another awkwardly not sure of what to do next. Their worry seemed pointless, and both felt a slight pang of shame for their distrust.

“Thank you for easing our minds.” Dustin finally said.

“Of course,” Alcina smiled again, “they are blessed to have such caring friends as you.”

“But the hour grows late,” Callisto said looking out the open window to the night sky, “let me show you back to your rooms, so you too may rest.”

Jessica and Dustin sat in a fern, flower and vine entangled alabaster terrace which offered cool shade from the already sweltering morning sun. A clay pitcher of flavored water and several polished silver trays of fruits and dried, seasoned meat lay out in front of them. Neither touched the savory looking food as they waited for the arrival of their friends. But neither could deny their thirst and so they drank sparingly.

“We shouldn’t have come here.” Jessica said looking down into her cup, watching the sliced fruit swirl around together. “We should have gone elsewhere and done something safer…like a warm beach, or a group tour. How stupid we are for coming into the jungle and for what?” She flicked at the silver trays. “The promise of adventure and riches…we are so stupid.”

“We couldn’t have known Jess…it’s going to be okay you’ll see.” He reassured her trying his hardest to believe it. “And in truth, this does count as an adventure we will remember.”

“It’s going to be okay?” She mocked. “We are lost and Josh may very well die because of his wound…tell me how it’s going to be okay?”

“He won’t die - they said he was recovering well, you heard them last night. He even looked a lot better.”

Jessica’s brow furrowed. “And what makes you think they know what they are talking about? You think either one of them fashionably dressed woman have been to med school?”

Dustin shrugged. “Well of course not, I just think...”

“No you don’t, and that’s the problem.” Jessica countered sternly. “All you see their cleavage, hips and pretty little eyes.”

Dustin stood from the stone bench, not even hearing her last statement. “Holy shit, no way.”

“What?” Jessica turned to where he was looking and saw Mark and Josh walking towards them both wearing black cotton slacks and baggy, white linen shirts. “How the hell...” she muttered in absolute disbelief, “impossible!”

“You two look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.” Josh chuckled, climbing the stairs to the terrace with ease and joining them.

“This is impossible!” Dustin roared, staring down at the leg that had been wounded. “There’s no way...how?”

“What did they do to you last night?” Jessica asked.

“I don’t really know.” Josh admitted with a shrug, as he slapped at the leg that had been damaged. “But it’s as good as new, if not better. Doesn’t even hurt … not even a scar.” He pulled down his pant leg and showed them all.

Jessica stood from the table. “And you don’t find that at all odd?”

“I find it very fucking odd,” Josh replied, “but I am not going to argue with the fact that I am still alive and not crippled because of it. So concerned? I am not.”

“But because of what though?” Dustin asked. “What could possibly have healed you like that?”

Mark fidgeted with the fruit tray not wanting to make eye contact. “I know what it is.”

“What?” They all asked as one.

“The powers of our god. Senhor Escuro healed you.” Kassandra interrupted as she and Callisto walked up the back stairs of the terrace, the morning sun giving them an almost celestial glow.

“Oh come on, there is no such thing as ‘magic’, Dustin muttered. “What is it really? There has got to be another explanation.”

Callisto’s face remained calm, yet her voice held a slight edge. “The powers within our city are divine gifts from our god of old, Senhor Escuro.”

“You can’t really expect us to believe that.” Jessica pressed.

“I believe it,” Mark interjected, “because I think it’s true.”

“What?” Both Jessica and Dustin said in unison.

“I believe them.” He said again. “Look at Josh’s leg - it is completely healed with no trace of even a scar, not even a slight limp in his walk…how? Yesterday, he was near death.” He held out his hands and looked around them. “Do you really think it was happy thoughts and well wishes that saved him? My arm healed it before my very eyes when I first got here.  That’s how they show me that they could help Josh.” He wanted to tell them about the night before with Kassandra and the candles but thought better of it.

“Your friend is wise beyond his years.” Kassandra said.

“Okay, fine some ‘god’ just healed up Josh’s leg for his good behavior I am sure. That’s good, but now we need to figure out how to get back home before something else bad happens.” Jessica protested.

Josh grabbed a piece of dried meat from the platter and bit into it. “Go home? We just got here; I’m not ready to leave yet. I still want to explore this place. Take some pictures, make some memories and you know,” he tapped the silver tray, “among other things.”

“You’re still thinking of gold and riches after all this?” Jessica spat. “Are you serious?” Yet her eyes lingered on the silver.

“Promises were made and are expected to be met.” Kassandra told them firmly, cutting their argument off.

“Excuse me?” Jessica scoffed defensively. “And what promises were these?”

“Your friend’s life has one promise on it and his healed leg another.” Callisto explained.

“Wait isn’t that the same thing?” Dustin raised his brow.

“The gift of water from the fountain of O Sangue do Morto Dá Vida stemmed the flow of life that would have fled your friend before he reached us.” Kassandra told them. “That was Mark’s promise to us and we granted it.”