Read Enticed: An Erotic Sacrifice for Free Online

stroked and teased…but his body cared about nothing but the rhythm, the sliding up and down, faster and faster… faster …
    All at once a storm washed over him. He reared up a little, grunting as seed spurted from his pulsing rod and a white blaze of pleasure burst from him.
    Zaren collapsed back onto his pallet, dimly aware of soft, excited voices and murmurs…of the hands that still stroked and massaged and scratched him. His body thrummed and vibrated, sated and yet strangely empty and dull.
    “Jane,” he managed to say. At least, he thought he whispered her name. But no one seemed to notice.
    Instead, the hands remained there, adjusting him, rubbing his skin, brushing back his long, coiled hair from where it clung to his face, massaging his fingers and smoothing over his chest as if he’d accomplished some great thing. He wavered, somewhere between sleep and consciousness, the dull aching burn at his side a reminder of…something.
    Then his eyes bolted back open, and his body became sharply aware…for they were rubbing his relaxed cock again, this time with something greasy and slick. It smelled pleasant, and felt even more pleasant on his sensitive skin…
    Zaren realized he was growing hard again. A gentle prickling sensation from the cream seemed to awaken his rod, to make it lift and twitch—so soon? He shifted, moving his hips to shift away, but strong, practical hands pushed him back down onto his bed even while others massaged and stroked his cock back to life.
    His chest rose and fell rapidly as lust built, his blood surging back to fill his rod…this time more urgently, with a dull, throbbing heat.
    And when he was hard again, jutting up, filling the slick hands that curled around him, he closed his eyes and waited for the long, smooth, steady strokes to bring him to the peak again.
    But something changed—the woman shifted, her hands moving away. He relaxed, more than ready to slide back into repose despite the throb between his legs, for he wanted no one to touch him besides Jane.
    When the woman’s mouth closed over him, Zaren surged, pushing weakly at the invading sensation with a low growl. But his head thudded painfully, and the searing injury in his side screamed with shock. Hands forced him back down as that hot mouth slid down over him, deep into her throat.
    He groaned, deep and low like an angry cat, and blood and seed bolted through him to that hard place. He couldn’t ignore it, couldn’t beat back the hot pleasure from long, warm, sleek movements over him. Up and down, up and down…his world became centered there, heavy and hard and engorged. He felt himself fill and swell, and her mouth become tighter around him, hotter and damper, and he heard the soft moans and sighs surrounding him as she rose and fell.
    Faster and faster…Zaren’s eyes rolled back in his head and he gasped and moaned, suddenly moving his hips to drive deeper and deeper, hard and frenzied and so hot and full…
    He cried out like an animal in death, felt himself explode into the warm mouth around him, then fell back, trembling and shuddering and spent.
    And then she was there: warm, soft, familiar.
    Jane.

— V—
     
    When Jane became aware of her surroundings once more, she found she’d been released from her bonds and was curled up on the altar-bed.
    She was blessedly alone and could only guess how long she’d been so. A bit of light filtered through the crack around the door, and the small fires in the braziers had sunk into nothing more than coals. Was it morning, then?
    Her body ached—her arms, her legs, her shoulders, and especially her breasts and abused nipples. The little pip hooded inside her quim felt full and swollen, pressed between her legs as she slept. As she drew herself up onto her hands, hair tumbling over her face and shoulders, Jane heard a tortured cry—something like an animal in pain.
    “Zaren!” She didn’t know how she knew it was him, but she was certain. Stumbling off the