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Gems of the Jungle
The rain of the jungle was a steady drizzle but beyond the mists the enemy was amassing. The war between fury and the alliance had raged for years. The hatred running as deep as the wounds gained on the battlefield. Many comrades had fallen in the heat of battle. Some lost in death, but so many more lost in spirit. And yet day after day the dominance of each faction was tested. Each put to the test their limits. The victories celebrated in the arms of lovers. Defeats examined in the mind for a better outcome when next the foe would be met.
This battle was a victory of Fury. The swords and axes had clashed to deafening proportions. Bashing shields had echoed thru the valley. Magic had filled the air, the crystals of ice still glittered on the ground. Pools of blood remained were brave Nordein and Vail had stood their ground against the assault.
His muscles ached from the exertion. But the blessing of the goddess would be the reward for his people. His reward lay in the arms of his mistress. Throughout the battle he had felt her strength added to his own. Her desperation as he had fallen into enemy hands and the tide of victory had threatened to turn. The goddess was a fickle **** and he worried that his devotion to another woman would spurn her anger. Yet against all odds his men helped him fight free. The etain bless engulfing them as they broke thru enemy lines.
Many lovers he had known. In fact they shared their bed on a frequent basis. With the power of victory came lust and passion. But this woman. She was as fierce in the bedroom as she was on the battlefield. She gave everything in hopes to save. And reveled in the bounties of their victories. She was not one man's love, but he knew that he held a special part of her soul. And today he would conquer her just as he had his enemies. He expected to find her in the camp but his tent was empty. The pile of furs vacant of her lush body. He removed his heavy armor. The muscles of his chest and arms flexing as he removed his chainmail. He would look for her at the water. So he stripped down to just his pants and left the cool shade of the tent.
The rain had subsided and the warmth of the sun beat upon his bare back. He heard the moans and screams of life being celebrated as he walked thru the encampment. The troops deserved their pleasures it was a well fought battle. Drink was being passed out, the women half bare to the men surrounding them. In the distance the small lagoon was a gem in the jungle. And amid the waterfalls he caught site of true beauty. It amazed him that just over the hills the carnages of war stained the world. Yet here, untouched, the jungle was paradise. There in the middle stood many of the oracles. These were beautiful, fierce women that stood among them in the heat of battle. Spells cast to regenerate them and later to mend the wounds they incurred. They used the pool to amplify their efforts, but all that were in need had been seen to. They were simply enjoying the freedom that they had won today. They laid upon the banks nude to the sun or in the water healing their own wounds. Some already in the encampment to partake of the pleasures to be had.
His mistress was among them. He paused a while to appreciate the site. Their lithe bodies glistening in the sun as the water played over their curves. Her body was lush and desirous. Her breasts were large. More then a handful, soon he would hold them in his own. He would take her here. His **** stiffened more at the thought. He knew that below the shimmering water lay the true prize of victory. He would be well rewarded for the fight he had won today.
She caught site of him on the rise above the lagoon. Her breath catching at the imposing figure he made. Even without armor he was a site to behold. The sun playing over his broad chest. His strength evident as he leaned against a rock to observe. She knew he appreciated all the oracles, loved many of them and simply **** the rest. But theirs was something more. And this afternoon she did not wish to share him with the others. With deliberate motions she continued to bathe the stains of war from her body. Allowing her hands to slide slowly over her breasts. Her nipples hard from the breeze that blew over the water. The other oracle she had been with forgotten. No longer did she want her smooth hands and lips upon her. But instead the fierce strength of the man that watched from above. Catching the distraction the other woman glanced over her shoulder. Looking up from her knees she understood that this time would be for them alone. With a lingering kiss to her navel, she then stood to gather the others. As he was not upon her yet, she leaned down to rinse her hair. Turning her back on him, knowing that her *** would be exposed.
He knew she had seen him, but was not one to call out for him to join her. He watched the other women leave off, swatting a few asses as they ran past him back to the encampment. But truly today he only had eyes for her. Her *** was all smooth curves, with the small dimples above. Her thighs would be silken and strong when she wrapped them around him. He stalked to the water. Leaving off his pants at the shore. He was fully erect and throbbing. Knowing the sweet feel of her around him would heat his blood.
When cleaned she stood, her long hair falling across her breasts. She sensed that he was just within reach. She deliberately waited for him to reach out to her. First his lips on her bare shoulder, then his hands sliding over her hips. As he stepped in closer, she could feel his hard, long **** against the small of her back. He towered a head taller then her. She barely reached his shoulders in height. His coarse battle worn hands slid over her body. Cupping a breast with one and sliding down to her sweet ***** with the other. Her nipples hardened as he started to tease them. Already she was wet for him. His finger slid between her lips. Pulling her harder against his chest he whispered to her that she was his, and truly his alone. His hand palming her, he slipped his fingers in. She was tight and hot. Rubbing her sensitive clit he heard her intake of breath. No matter how many times they were together, always there was undeniable heat. His fingers stroking her ready he felt the tremors in her body, the soft moans as she leaned into him.
Her hand slid up and into his hair, her back arching as he pleasured her. Turning her head to kiss him. She gazed into his eyes knowing that what he said was true. She was his. Their lips met, hers lush and moist, his dominating. They kissed with a fever of what may have been lost. She was so sensitive that the slightest touch sent fire thru her veins. But he was anything but subtle. He demanded a response from her. Thrusting his fingers deeper into her, she trembled with feeling. So wet and hot she was that it dripped over his fingers. As he worked them over her, in and out, stroking to the point she couldn't resist. She begged him to release her and with a final flick of his finger he did.
He bent her over then, just as she started to ***. Sliding his throbbing **** in deep to the hilt. She contracted around him. Her sweet juices covering him. He gripped her hips pulling her *** tight against him as he pounded relentlessly. Her breasts bouncing from the force. He felt the last shudders of her climax around his ****. He slipped out as he stood her up.
She twisted to come face to face with him, standing on tip toes. Her hands running over his strong shoulders. Tracing the few water droplets from his chest as he held her face in his hands to kiss her. Her nails grazing his abs as they traveled lower. She gripped his hard **** in her hand and began to stroke. His hips ever so slightly thrusting into her hand. He was hard and thick. He could see in her eyes she was not finished with him.
He moved his hands down her smooth body. Gripping her *** he pulled her up his body. Her legs wrapping around his waist as he slid her down on to his ****. Her ***** was like silk as he guided himself into her. Tight, slick and hot. He thrust deep as she moaned into his mouth. Breaking the kiss she arched her back, her breasts against his chest the hairs teasing her nipples as he moved her over him. Her nails biting into his shoulders as his thrusts became more urgent. He was so deep in her. She could feel herself cumming. The pleasure building to a crescendo. The faster and deeper his thrusts the tighter and wetter she became.
Supporting her with one hand he brought her breast to his mouth. Suckling the nipple he could feel her orgasm start. Her ***** was pulsing around him has he slid in and out. His arms strained as he supported her. When she came the heat engulfed his ****. Her scream of release setting his blood on fire. He thrust with more effort, deeper and stronger. Feeling the pressure build as he reached his own climax. The *** coursing up his shaft, spilling into her.
The feel as he came inside her was all fire. Sending her over the edge again. She shuddered in ecstasy as the waves hit her. She clawed his back as she pulled herself closer to him. Sinking to his knees the water engulfed them. Her head resting upon his chest she caught her breath. Always with him it was like this. Every ounce of her being poured out.
Untangling her limbs he stood up. Leaving her there in the water on her knees. He was still hard. The water running down his body. She looked up and started to trace the rivets, licking her lips in anticipation. The head of his **** was smooth as her tongue traced it. She could still taste a hint of herself on him. Sliding him into her mouth she sucked the bit of *** left. He hardened even further as she took him in deep. Teasing with her tongue as she guided him in and out of her hot mouth. Adding to his pleasure, she fondled his balls and stroked him with her hands. Feeling his engorged shaft stiffen and flex.
He gripped her hair pulling her on his **** deeper. Leaning into the sucking of her mouth as she ministered to him on her knees. Not thinking he could *** again so quickly but feeling the build just the same. She was wicked with her lips. He began to thrust into her mouth. Pickin up the tempo, her moans vibrating across his **** as he did.
His moans of pleasure turned her on even further. She couldn't help but feel her self start to quicken. Her one hand drifted down her body to tease her own clit. Stroking to the same rythm he set. She used her fingers to slide over the smooth lips of her ***** and then to dip inside the wet heat. Determined to taste him she started to lick his hard on. Her tonuge along his balls, up the shaft, tracing the head as she swirled her tongue around him. Then sliding him again and again deep into her mouth. The grip on her hair tightened and she felt him tense as he tried to hold back. Sucking harder she demanded with her lips that he ***. His growl of release echoed accross the water as he spent himself in her mouth. Pulling off of him, she licked her lips again. That little smirk she gave knowing she had pleased him well.
He scooped her up to carry her to the grassy embankment. Cradled in his arms she rested her head upon his shoulder. Laying her down she reached down and stroked her still tender lips. Bringing her finger to her mouth to lick off her own desires. He smiled down on her tracing her lips then kissed her deeply.
They both had many lovers but this was their time alone. And in the days ahead would be more battles. More victories and losses. But it was these moments that made the fight worth fighting.
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