MatingRitual (4 page)

Her attention snapped back as Jaggar reached out a hand and
waited. She tentatively clasped it and let him guide her from the tub. He took
another cloth and gently wiped the beads of water from her skin. Kella chewed
nervously on her lower lip, then bit down more firmly to halt the surprised
gasp that rose in her throat. Though the soft cloth was a barrier between her
sensitive skin and the tender yet masculine hands, her skin heated with sensual
warmth. She closed her eyes and her stomach spasmed when one of his large hands
rested on her bare ass as he patted the sparse hair between her legs in the
front. And then suddenly it was gone. Her eyes snapped open to watch him step
into the tub and quickly wash himself with the same cloth she’d used.
Mesmerized, she watched until he stepped from the dirtied water, her eyes drawn
to the still-massive cock between his legs as he dried himself.

Finished, Jaggar reached for her hand and led her across the
room to a raised circular dais lined with layers of soft animal skins. The
monumental size of the sleeping area shocked her. The platform was almost as
large as the tented shelters built by her countrymen.

“Lie down on your back, Kella,” he commanded.

“I—”

“Kella,” he stated firmly. “Do as I say.”

The commanding tone of his voice held no recourse—and the
whispered heat of his remembered touch drugged her mind. She sank onto the
furred pelts and rolled to her back. Maybe he wouldn’t mate with her. Mating
happened when she was on all fours with head down, subservient and willing
without resistance.

He climbed up beside her. Once settled, he stroked her
velvety skin over the smooth plane of her chest, over firm breasts and across a
gently turned hip, on down the outside of one thigh, around a knee and upward
again.

The air shot from Kella’s lungs when his fingers followed
the creased line of her damp cunt.

“Spread your legs wider.” His hoarse whisper swirled about
her as Kella struggled to discover the reason why a fire ignited deep inside by
the touch of his trailing finger through her feminine lips. No man had ever
instilled that reaction—a yearning so deep it settled strangely in her gut, an
alarming ache and pitiful desire to have him stroke harder and more resolutely.
He stopped at the threshold of her woman’s hole and lightly flicked the layers
of skin nestling around it. Her hips rose upward with a will of their own. She
uttered a slight gasp of surprise as her stomach contracted tightly.

Yes, Kella had mated with the men of her clan. It did not
matter what the women were about, whether chores or meal preparation. When a
male held his cock and pointed at the ground, the females would assume the
position face down with knees spread. It was a law to be obeyed. When their
grunting was finished, Kella, like the other women, would wash the creamy
liquid from between her legs and eat the ragweed to keep her belly from
swelling with a child. Only those females whom the Supreme Council declared
mated with a certain male after Purification Rites were allowed to let their
bellies swell. All others would be beaten. Most never lived another day.

Kella’s teeth latched onto her lip as a strange heat
whispered through her blood. Yes, she had been right to understand Jaggar must
truly be a Shaman and working his strange magic to make her feel as she did
now.

He leaned forward and pressed his mouth against hers. Again,
a fluttering inside her chest—the same she felt when bound earlier and he’d
ground his lips against her mouth. This sort of physical touching was foreign
and strange, yet enjoyable.

She tilted her slender neck to better offer her mouth to his
and was rewarded with the tingling sensation of gentle nibbles against her
bottom lip.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded.

When she did, his tongue immediately danced against hers.
Kella discovered how pleasurable it was to have his warm breath in her nostrils
while the sweet invasion of his tongue drew at a deep need she struggled to
understand.

“What…what are you doing?” she moaned innocently between the
gentle sweeps.

“I’m kissing you. You have never been kissed?”

Her head wagged slightly.

“Then let us enjoy.”

His breath warmed her cheek as he whispered. His tongue was
back immediately to swipe along her lip and find haven in her mouth once more.

Again her heart leaped as he caressed her woman’s hole at
the same time. Her knees spread wider. She wanted…she wanted something more. A
bit of relief came when he inserted something inside her. Kella found it
difficult to breath, to keep her mind on the pleasurable sensation his lips
evoked because now her stomach jumped with the sweet fire between her legs.
There was no pain. Only this strange wonder.

She broke the contact of his mouth, rose on her elbows and
strained to see what he was doing between her legs. Jaggar’s two fingers were
buried inside her, the tips vanishing, the roughened knuckles following only to
suddenly appear again, wet and shiny with her cream.

“What…what are you doing now?” He was inside her body, yet
she felt no regret or hatred.

“I’m preparing you.” His head cocked to the side as he stared
down. “Has anyone ever done this to you?”

The pleasure his roughened fingertips imparted was too new,
far too thrilling whether she understood the reasoning behind it or not. She
could not answer as she was swept along, concentrating only on his magical
fingers that induced a slow burn through her blood.

“I asked you a question.”

Her head wagged slowly again as she dragged her gaze to his.
“No…”

“No man has ever done this to you? Have you mated?”

“Yes,” she moaned lightly as her head sank back to the bed.
She planted her splayed feet firmly against the furs she lay on.

“And yet…” he stated with a shake of his head. “You have
mated but know nothing of what I do.”

She watched his brow furrow as he continued to reach inside
her. His hand stilled, and then he pulled his fingers from her dripping cunt.
Kella wanted to reach out, grab his hand and guide it back between her legs but
remained still as he moved from her side, rose to his knees and towered over
her small form. His gaze settled on the furred crease at the apex of her
thighs, surprisingly heating her blood further. As she stared up, Kella felt a
pearly drop of liquid slip from her hole. Her eyes widened in shock when he
reached out, dabbed at the drop and licked his finger with a look of relish in
his eyes. She was fascinated.

“Show me how you mate, Kella.”

“How…how I mate?”

“How do you position yourself?”

With weakened limbs, she pushed herself upright to a sitting
position. Kella had been trained from an early age to obey the men of the clan,
but this…this dark-skinned man was not one of her kind. She would do what he
asked because his magic was too strong, but she found it hard to make her arms
and legs obey. She started when his growling voice roiled around her.

“Show me how you mate!”

Tentatively, Kella drew her knees up as she twisted to brace
herself over straightened arms. Once she was on all fours, she lowered her
forehead to the soft fur and spread her knees. Her firm buttocks protruded
upward and her cunt splayed wide.

Jaggar’s mouth sagged in amazement. He had heard tales of
these different clans, of how a warrior most times rarely ever took a woman as
a lifelong mate. How women were only used as vessels for personal sexual
pleasure, a way to rid themselves of the raging lust that rested in their souls
since the beginning of time. But he thought the custom had long since
disappeared along with the many clans they’d driven from the land.

Many of his Stonemen brothers would steal women to play
with, but eventually they all would take a specific mate to propagate their
numbers, choosing that one woman to treat gently and form a cherished bond. She
would be provided for and honored with respect. Offspring would eventually be
born and their clan would thrive into the future. Never did any of his clan
keep a female as a slave. Any female brought to reside within the stone walls
was given food, protection and a roof over her head.

Jaggar’s cock ached for release. He could easily bend the
white-haired woman to his will and mate her hard until he spilled his seed, but
that was not the way he would take this particular female. Earlier, Crete
wagered the woman would fight him the entire night and would only cease the
struggle when Jaggar’s continual fucking finally bested her into exhaustion.

Most times that was how the scenario played out. Whether the
woman was a captive or one of the many hired prostitutes used only for fucking
and pleasure, it did not matter. Jaggar played with them all, never
experiencing the urge to mate for life again. It was something he never thought
would happen. He had opened his heart once, only to have it shredded to pieces
by the death of the one he once loved. He had silently vowed never to place
himself in that situation again.

Things were far changed on this evening, far different with
this white-haired woman who unknowingly reached out to him at the water’s edge.
He wanted this mating ritual to be different. For all the years he’d been
alone, Jaggar had never entered a woman’s cunt, mouth or ass with any amount of
caring.

But Kella? He would not mate this one then hand her off as
he waited for his next conquest. He would claim her heart as his and protect
her always. He had made that decision before bringing her into his home. He was
certain for the second time in his life he’d found another mate to live by his
side forever. The anticipation of the coming hours sizzled within his gut.

His cock throbbed hard as he reveled in the imagined moment
of what it would feel like once he slipped inside her. But as his gaze flowed
over her slim body, her tight ass, and settled on her open cunt ready and
waiting, he knew he would make her body sing time after time until she begged
for more. He would begin the bonding between their souls, a true mating ritual,
because with this woman it could be no other way.

He crawled closer and placed a hand upon her spine. Deep in
thought, he followed the slim line of her back upward until his fingers stroked
the base of her neck.

“Will you mate with me now?” she whispered with a shaking
voice against the furs.

He heard the trepidation quiver within her words, yet she
did not seem fearful.

Jaggar smoothed a palm across her skin until it rested upon
her trembling flank. “I have so much to teach you.” He bent forward and pressed
his lips against the curve of one ass cheek, his fingertips tracing across the
taut skin of the other. “And now you will have your first lesson. In my clan, a
woman enjoys when a man touches her here.” His fingers tripped down her crack
until he massaged her cunt lips.

Her body trembled harder and her forehead lolled against the
soft furs of the mating bed.

“When we take a chosen female to our bed, we do not mate
with her until we know she is wet and ready to receive us.” He moved behind
her, positioned himself between her knees. His hands massaged the fine globes
of her ass before spreading her furred lips with the fingers of one hand and
stroking the line of her cunt with another. “Already you are wet with desire,
but you do not understand why.”

He could not help himself. He bent forward and licked her
female heat. The woman’s entire body jumped at the touch. His large hand
immediately tightened on her hip to hold her steady when she trembled and
dipped away. His tongue laved through her wet slit again. “You taste as a woman
should, yet you have never experienced a woman’s pleasure. That is about to
change.”

Slowly, he slipped two fingers into the hot tunnel of her
cunt and stroked her clit with the fingers of his opposite hand. She expelled a
low groan as her hips swayed.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Her long tresses danced across the animal furs as she rolled
her head. “No… I don’t understand…”

“You will soon understand the heat that overtakes you,
Kella. Let it singe your insides. Let it flow through you. I will not hurt
you.”

Jaggar moved closer. With her brow against the mattress, the
position forced her ass cheeks wide. She whimpered her displeasure when he
pulled his fingers from her cunt to spread her cheeks wider. Leaning forward,
he whipped his tongue against the puckered ring of her ass, lapping at it as
her hips began to circle in wondering response. His thumbs slipped down the
edges of her ass crack until they plunged back inside her cunt to spread her
hole wide. His tongue soon followed, lapping at the sweet cream and licking her
cunt until her body jerked sporadically. Kella screamed softly when three
fingers replaced his plunging thumbs.

Jaggar’s fingers plunged deep, feeling her muscles squeeze
tightly around them. His tongue delved into her puckered hole, darting and
teasing and chasing the path of her rotating hips, never letting her escape.

Kella squirmed beneath the sensual onslaught, her mind
jumping from the physical touch of his hands and tongue to the burgeoning flame
that flickered stronger and deeper inside her belly. She wanted to crawl from
the intense fire, to recapture her loathing, her fear, but his moist tongue
filled her hole. She floated on the edge of…of what? His fingers stretched her
cunt wide. She gasped loudly as the chill of the room rushed over her heated
lower body. Her breasts ached as her nipples scraped across the furry animal
pelts beneath her.

The shudder started deep inside her, frightening her beyond
belief, but she welcomed it within her mind. The fire burst through her veins
until she could only hear the blood pounding inside her ears. Kella grunted and
ground backward, weak, needing to collapse to her belly, but Jaggar held her in
place upon her knees, his fingers filling her, his tongue driving her to the
edge of reason as it slipped into her ass, fanning the engulfing flame on and
on until finally the tremors slowed. Her hips dipped away but she could not
escape the blaze that licked her core, weakening her limbs until she felt as if
she floated on water.

His clutching grip loosened and she fell limply to the bed’s
surface. He continued to finger her as he bit at the soft skin of her ass. She
was helpless to struggle against his strength when he flipped her to her back,
jerked open her legs and nipped lightly at the soft fur-covered lips. Kella was
more than willing as she nuzzled her cunt firmly to his seeking mouth.

He spread her lips and laved her wet slit. From her asshole
to her clit, he lapped until her hips surged upward. His tongue found her cunt
hole, whipping in and out of it until her entire lower body swayed with the hot
rhythm he set. His sharp teeth were back, biting at her tender mons until his
mouth wrapped around the swollen bud of her clit, pulling at it, flicking his
tongue harder with each moan that escaped her throat. He guided her legs up and
over his shoulders as his mouth pinned her surging hips to the bedding beneath
them.

Over and over he suckled her clit, then hard licks that set
her hips thrusting upward and forced low whimpers from her throat. When his
tongue moved back to enter her cunt once more, his thumb rolled her swollen
clit. A finger prodded at the tight opening of her ass.

Kella’s head rolled wildly when he stroked upward and into
her rectum. He filled her ass and once again, he knew the uncontrollable fire
burst free inside her. Her entire body bucked upward. She screamed helplessly
as wave after wave of what he hoped was utter heat swallowed her. Her slim
fingers clawed at his scalp to hold his mouth close.

Jaggar breathed deeply of the musky perfume of her body as
he played with her, the sweet female scent swelling his nostrils until he could
no longer stave off the intense throbbing of his cock. He reared up onto his
knees and, grasping her by the soft flesh at her hips, he yanked her upright
until she straddled his lap. His gaze burned into hers. He cupped her ass and
lifted her higher until only a mere breath separated their mouths. His lip
curled upward as he took in the glazed look of wonder in her sky-blue eyes,
vowing she would never want the strange and encompassing pleasure to end.

“And now we will join. Our mating ritual will be complete.”

Adjusting her position, he lowered her to his veined penis,
easily broached her wet opening with the smooth tip of his cock and watched her
eyes shutter sensuously as he guided her down his staff.

Kella’s cunt stretched tightly as he filled her. His hand
wound through her damp hair, his fingers circling the back of her head as his
opposite arm banded about her tiny waist. Tilting his head, he kissed her
passionately and moved his hips in silent invitation.

Kella whimpered as he filled her cunt. He thrust upward and
his mind filled with joy the moment he understood instinct pulled at her soul.
The muscles of her thighs bunched and she met each stroke with a downward grind
of her hips. She followed the magic, squeezing her tight sheath around him. She
bounced on his rigid cock and sucked at his searing lips, her fingers racing
through the thickness of his black hair. Her breasts flattened against his
chest by the innate power of his arm, his nipples sensitized by the friction of
her musky skin against him.

“Do you feel the heat?” Jaggar growled out as his fingertip
stroked her ass.

“Yes! Yes…I…don’t stop!”

He guided her off his lap and onto her back, the entire time
keeping his cock sheathed inside her welcoming heat. She groaned beneath him as
he grasped her ankles and drew her legs upward and wide. Her cunt sucked at
him, holding him inside, milking him.

Jaggar rammed his thick penis into her wet heat time after
time until her body spasmed crazily and hot, feminine rhythmic pulses drew at
his staff. His frenzied strokes increased in speed until he gasped, pinned her
hips tightly against the bed and spilled come in hot spurts. Goose bumps
rippled up his arms as he drained himself inside the fire they’d created.

He stayed where he was for a short time, keeping his penis
buried until her muscles stilled. With a sigh, he forced himself to pull his
cock from her sweat-slicked body and sprawled onto his back, catching his
breath, amazed how his heart rapped inside his chest. Hearing her harsh intakes
of breath, he rolled his head in her direction. Kella’s eyes were closed but
her breasts seemed to swell with each gasp of air she sucked in. Her legs were
still stretched wide. His gaze roved over her slim body, stopping at her cunt,
wet and swollen from their mating.

A smile twitched his lips. Kella had most definitely
experienced the real mating ritual, even if she did not understand the heat
that overtook her—and there would be more in the days to come.