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nub. Fiercely, almost too roughly, Mechan circled his fingertip around her clit, and it hardened, becoming more sensitive. Her body jolted with a pleasure never experienced before, and her juices ran down her thighs and onto his. She tried to lift her head up as her back arched, and her hips greedily pushed down into the chieftain’s fingers. Her body worked on its own, driving her to do whatever it was she had to do to seek that release. But as Ishara lifted her head, Mechan pulled her hair down, keeping her in his chosen position—her legs spread, chin back, and neck exposed. Mechan’s cock throbbed against Ishara’s ass, and every time she moved or settled back into his lap, the chief groaned deep within his chest.
    Just as Ishara thought she would explode, he stopped. He withdrew his fingers, pulling lines of sweet honey along with them as he set his hand on the inside of her thigh. The chieftain stared down at Ishara, his black eyes unsettling and almost cold.
    Ishara wanted to scream at him. Stopping now was so cruel. She yearned to press her thighs together in order to abate the sensation between them, but Mechan pushed on her knee, keeping her legs firmly apart, letting the cool air lap against her swollen clitoris.
    “Beg for it,” Mechan growled.
    Beg? Ishara smirked and tried to draw her knees together. “I do not beg.”
    “You’ll beg if you seek your release, or you’ll not get it before I make you bring on mine.”
    A breeze swirled around the tent, and Ishara’s skin formed goose bumps as she shuddered both from the cold and from the torturing, wispy touch against her pussy. Oolani women did not beg—and certainly not the chief’s daughter. Whatever she desired, all she had to do was ask for it, and her father provided it to her.
    But this feeling…this feeling overwhelmed her, and she could not stand being on the edge of what could be an exploding, ecstatic moment, or a nagging, torturing presence that would never go away. It could make her insane. It would. She was sure of it.
    With no choice left, she submitted. “Please…please do not stop.”
    Mechan growled in approval and inched his fingers closer. “Again.”
    He angered her now. “Please!” She tried to writhe against him, anything to experience his fingers back on her.
    And it worked.
    Mechan’s fingers, which were still wet from her cunt juices, returned to her throbbing lips and button. He pinched her clit, rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, and jiggled it. Ishara lost control. She bit back a scream with each jolt of pleasure. Her muscles tensed, rigid and uncontrolled, half-aware people outside could probably here her.
    When she opened her eyes, her body shuddering with the aftershock of coming, she found the chieftain staring at her. Ishara shifted uncomfortably. The way he looked at her, lustful and unforgiving, excited her even more.
    “Now, it is my turn.”
     
    * * *
     
    Mechan’s heart raced. He could not hide the fact that his cock eagerly ached for release. Every time her ass grazed against the head of his shaft, Mechan had to steel himself not to push her down and take her. The chieftain had not had a woman since the death of his wife. It became common practice to relieve his tensions himself, but even jerking off lost its appeal after time.
    Especially with this nubile slave in his lap.
    When he demanded his turn, Mechan surprised even himself. Heady and desirous with lust, the ancient love potion had affected his judgment more than he’d anticipated. The chief moved the girl out of his lap and numbingly continued to command her. “Kneel.”
    Of course, this did not go without a stubborn argument. “I will not.”
    Mechan yanked the young woman by her hair again, forcing her up on her knees in front of him. “Little one, you will soon learn to stop fighting me.”
    Her lips still glistened from her sweet, warm honey. Spirits, how he wanted her. He breathed in a shuddering breath and thought of his wife