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more. “What? You don’t want
to play?”
    Confusion filled his eyes—as well as desire.
“Why have you followed me, little one? There is danger in this
forest for those who do not know the lands.”
    Lana’s lips curled. She’d meant only to
tease him, but the truth was, she was horny as hell. She hadn’t had
a man between her legs in a while and certainly not a specimen as
magnificent as this one. He was a barbarian, of course, and
probably had no idea of how to please her even if he was so
inclined, but she didn’t allow that to dissuade her. She was
perfectly capable of wringing her own pleasure from him. Slipping
her palms up his arms, she looped her arms around his neck,
tightening her hold until her breasts brushed against him with each
heavy breath she drew. “You followed me, big one, but who’s keeping
score?”
    Something flickered in his eyes—a touch of
amusement, doubt, desire.
    Lana settled more fully against him,
allowing the heat of her cleft to engulf the rigid cock striving to
escape his cod piece. To her satisfaction, the material the cod
piece was formed from was pliable—not nearly as stiff as the dick
pushing up against it.
    “ You mean to--ravish me?” he asked in
a deep growl.
    Lana gnawed a path of love bites along his
jaw to his ear. “You’re not going to resist, are you?” she asked
huskily, nipping at his earlobe.
    His answer was to roll over and toss her
onto her back. He stared down at her a moment, holding himself off
of her with his arms and finally dipped his head, opening his mouth
over hers. He tasted of man and forest, wildness and passion. A
heady rush of molten desire spilled through the throat of Lana’s
sex, the muscles fisting in anticipation. Wrapping her legs around
his waist, she arched upward as she dueled with his tongue,
stroking her tongue along his as she lifted toward him, undulating
her hips and pressing her cleft against his engorged flesh, easing
slightly away and pressing again, in a massaging motion that teased
her clit, evoking tremors of pleasure in her.
    Sucking his tongue, she slipped her hands
downward and cupped his buttocks, pressing him more tightly to
her.
    Groaning, he tore his mouth from hers and
charted a course down her throat, burying his face in the cleft
between her breasts for a moment before he scooped her breasts from
the neck of her vest and covered first one tip and then the other
with his mouth, suckling, teasing the sensitive tips with his
tongue.
    Lana released her grip on his buttocks and
grabbed a handful of his hair, holding him close, moaning at the
exquisite sensations that rocketed through her at the feel of his
mouth and tongue. Abruptly, she reached between them, digging
beneath his cod piece and gripping his cock in her hand as an
urgency filled her to feel his cock plunging inside of her.
    He pulled away from her long enough to
release the knot that held the piece in place, tossed it aside and
executed a short search for the fastening of her thigh length
breeches before he gave up and wedged his hand beneath the
waistband, digging his fingers into the wetness of her cleft.
    Lana gasped, squeezed her eyes closed as his
questing finger nudged her clit, assaulted the sensitive bud,
sending jolts of keen sensation through her and making her belly
clench in hard spasms. She felt as if she would come any moment and
a sense of desperation seized her. She wanted to feel his hard cock
inside of her when she climaxed, wanted to feel him pounding into
her.
    Dragging his hand from her pants, she pulled
the release strip along each side of the front and lifted her hips
to shove the breeches down her legs. He rose up, pulled the
breeches from her legs, and dropped them. Grasping her legs, he
pushed them apart and settled between them, pressing his cock head
against her.
    Dizzy, breathless, Lana lifted her hips to
meet him, feeling the blunt head slip along her cleft and wedge
itself into her opening. Heaving upward, she impaled