Savage Seed by Ivy Sparks

12

Kade

The waters werecool compared to how hot my body was running. I felt nearly feverish with anticipation. As we floated, Leslie clung tightly to me, one hand wrapped around my waist and the other gripping my shoulder. The waves crashed against my back as I led her deeper into the ocean, the spray forcing Leslie to shut her eyes to keep the saltwater out. She relied solely on me to guide her.

I stopped when Leslie’s hips were level with the water’s surface, taking a moment to appreciate her beauty as she wiped the sea and salt from her eyes. The moon shone brightly tonight, exaggerating the lighter streaks in her hair and the swell of her breasts. She was no longer hiding herself from me, and although I had refrained from admiring her earlier, I eagerly scoured her body now.

Her skin was luminescent. I reached up and gently brushed my palm against the outside of her breast. She shivered, and I could feel the difference in our temperatures. I was nearly sweating, while she was as cold as ice.

I should have realized by her pebbled nipples that she was chilled, but I’d been too distracted to see their meaning.

I pulled at her wrist, forcing her closer against me. She melted into my chest as I scooped water into my palm and let it flow down her back. It trickled back into the sea like a reluctant lover leaving the bed, wanting to savor every moment on her skin.

She buried her face in my neck and tried to hide from our tribe of onlookers. “No,” I told her. “There’s nothing to hide, Leslie. It’s just me. Don’t be afraid.”

She lifted her eyes and looked into mine, the shyness and apprehension still clear. I caressed her back, finding her tensed muscles. I dug my fingers into that tension, and she moaned, startling herself with her own sounds. Her eyes sparkled, just for me, as I worked at the muscles. Slowly she calmed, spreading herself against me so that I could work my hands across her entire back.

“Touch me,” I instructed, excitement boiling inside me as she mimicked my movements with her own tiny hands. I slid my grip to her waist and gently splashed water on her sides, willing the sands in the water to do its work.

Coarse grains of salt and sand cleansed our bodies from our journey across the desert, making us new in the light. New and a little raw to the touch, ready for the claiming ritual that was to come. That was the sea’s purpose for tonight; to help us prepare for what lay ahead, and help us feel fresh. Invigorated.

Alive.

I again cupped water in my palms, this time dripping it over her chest. She followed my movements, reaching up to let the water from her hands drip down my chest. Once we had been thoroughly bathed, I cupped her rounded ass in my hands and lifted her, ready to take her to the sacred grounds.

She gasped and instinctively wrapped her legs around my hips, clinging to me as though her life depended on it. My cock, already hard just by holding her, slipped between us. I could feel her pussy rubbing against the tip as I carried her toward land.

I groaned and walked faster, spurred by this small amount of friction. As she held onto my neck, her breasts pushed closer to my face. I needed to taste her then… to run my tongue along the curve of her chest and take the peak of her nipple into my mouth.

I began kissing her neck, and a moan passed her lips, spurring me to continue on. My desire was nearly insatiable, my mouth nipping and biting at her tender flesh.

We escaped the waters, and I carried her toward the sacred grounds. The crowd parted as I headed toward the circular, raised rock platform that had been worn from rituals past. The surface was smooth, the natural stone relatively soft and the kind that wore easily over time. As far as desert beds went, this spot was nearly luxurious.

I set Leslie down on her back, and she immediately went from a blossoming flower back into a bud, closed off to the world, her arms once again hiding her body from me.

“No,” I commanded, crawling on top of her. Worry marred her beautiful face as I gently cupped her cheek in my hand. “Don’t shut me out, Leslie. Look at me. Just focus on me.”

I ran my free hand up her curves, then back down again, warming her skin with my touch. My cock, still full of life, pressed eagerly against her soaking folds, and I was pleased to find her still ready for me. Her eyes fluttered closed, and I moved my hips slowly, grinding against her in a slow rhythm.

I could hear my tribesmen jeering from the sidelines. “Take her!” they shouted. “Make her yours!” They shouted other cruder things. Things I wished Leslie didn’t have to hear. But if I could keep her attention on me, and have her focus solely on what we were feeling and sharing, then she would be okay.

They wanted me to take her by force, whether or not she was willing. But Leslie trusted me. I would never break that trust.

As she warmed beneath my hands, I glanced up to find Trag standing quietly on the sidelines, his arms crossed over his chest.

Tonight wasn’t about him, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t please me to claim Leslie while he had to watch. He was unable to hide his pathetic erection, damned to do nothing but listen to the rapturous sounds Leslie was making beneath me.

* * *

Leslie

Kade was closerthan he’d ever been, and the cock I’d only caught glimpses of was even more massive up close. I looked at it for longer than a moment, and my breath caught in my throat. His stripes extended all the way down its length, accentuating its ridges and curve. There was no way that thing was fitting inside me, was there? But a devilish curiosity made me want to know for sure.

I looked away again, feeling him rub against me and my body begged me to submit, the heat from his length making me even wetter.

But Kade wasn’t one to hasten the process. No, he moved his hips slowly—agonizingly slow—as his length parted my folds, and he looked deep into my eyes.

One of his hands grabbed my hip firmly while the other found its way to my chest, massaging my breast. He leaned in and ghosted his mouth over mine, his tongue tracing along my lips.

A shock wave of desire shot through me and I whimpered, wrapping one of my legs around his waist to press his cock closer against my body. The tip almost slipped inside from how wet I was, and suddenly his mouth devoured mine, a groan forcing its way from his chest.

I could taste the salt from the ocean on his lips. I could hear its waves crashing in the distance and I focused on that sound, trying to use it to tune out the harsh shouts around us. I knew they were egging him on, but Kade never gave into their taunts. Instead, he was attentive to me and to my needs. Making sure I was ready for him. For his length. His girth.

Part of me feared being torn in two by how massive his cock was. But a deeper, hungrier part of me longed to feel him stretch and fill me completely.

He scraped his teeth, sharper than I’d realized, down my neck until he reached my breast. Without warning, he clamped down on the mound of flesh. I cried out loudly, my back arching into him, my nails digging into his back. My strength was no match for his, yet I could still feel him shudder.

Constantly moving his mouth, he trailed his tongue across my breast until he reached the nipple. He paused there with his hot breath, teasing, waiting, making me moan in anticipation. I ached for his touch.

Looking up at me, he stroked my sensitive peak with his tongue, only satisfied when my eyes fluttered closed. Then he wrapped his lips around it and sucked, forcing another cry from my throat, this one louder than the last.

I clenched my eyes shut so tightly that I saw stars, and wrapped my other leg around his hip to push him even further into me. This time the head of his cock slipped in, and I felt him moan against my nipple, the vibration sending another wave of heat to my core. My walls clenched around the tip, and God, how I ached for more.

“Kade,” I rasped, panting as he raised himself to his knees. He was absolutely gorgeous, his skin smooth and statuesque in the silver moonlight. The stripes across his body made him look fierce, and the swirling desire in his eyes told me he was the predator and I was his prey.

I was about to be claimed by a native. The thought would have given me a mental breakdown just days ago, but now the thought excited me. I was enthralled by this man, captivated by his tenderness and generosity, mesmerized by his touch.

My eyes drifted to where our bodies met, his engorged member visibly throbbing as he held himself back from entering me. Even though the tip was secured, there was a lot left for him to give, and I knew he was only holding back for my sake. My arousal coated the entire length of his shaft, glistening in the moonlight and making me salivate at the thought of tasting him later.

But that would have to wait. Because right now, I needed that cock inside me.

“Take me,” I breathed, gripping the platform as best I could to steady myself for what was about to come. “Make me yours, Kade.”

The look in his eyes, once only a smoldering desire, gave way to a ferocity I hadn’t been quite prepared for. He plunged himself deep into my heat, only stopping when he sensed I couldn’t yet take any more.

He pulled back, readjusted his grip on my hips, and sheathed himself even farther inside me.

I cried out, the sound echoing in the night. I felt Kade stiffen and saw his eyes grow wide. He thought he had hurt me, and it frightened him.

“More,” I whispered, tightening my grip around his waist, forcing another inch inside. I moaned and braced my hands firmly against the stone, hoping to create more resistance, more leverage.

He understood completely, his face twisting into a half-smile, half-snarl. Letting out a low, primal growl, he thrust forward with one final, mighty push of his hips. Finally, he was inside me. Fully and completely.

I’d never been this overwhelmed, this full in my entire life. I felt like I was being torn apart and put back together again all at once, the intensity of it bringing tears to my eyes. But it was a pleasurable sting, one that quickly gave way to pure rapture.

His hips continued to move, establishing a rhythm and setting a steady pace as his ridges hit all the right places I didn’t know existed inside of me. With each thrust, he hit my limit, and I cried out, jolts of pleasure making my entire body tingle as he moved. I felt every twitch and throb of his cock, and I desperately wanted more.

Thankfully, he wanted the same thing. He leaned forward and shifted my legs from around his waist to over his shoulders, changing the angle and rubbing against a sensitive spot deep inside me with each thrust in and out. The faster he went, the more that spot tightened, until I felt like I was going to explode in pleasure.

I choked, my scream refusing to come loose. I forgot how to breathe. He rocked into me so hard and so fast that I felt myself losing control. His eyes never left mine as he bucked wildly, slamming my hips against his and ramming his cock so far inside me that I wasn’t sure if I could ever recover.

Tears slipped free, but they were happy tears. The pure domination in Kade’s eyes was making my body quiver. I no longer heard the crowd around us, or even the ocean. I just heard the sound of him slapping his hips hard against my soft flesh, faster and faster until I couldn’t take it any longer.

My climax shuddered through my body, making me buck against his cock like an animal. I screamed, but Kade leaned forward and muffled the sound with a kiss, never breaking his pace. Once my orgasm cleared, he slowed for a moment, and I stupidly wondered if he was done. But no—he simply started fucking me harder, his grip on my body tightening until I was sure I would break.

I gasped for air, Kade now biting my lips and neck and panting in my ear. I felt him grow even larger, and within seconds, he slammed into me one last time and emptied his hot seed into my depths.

His cock throbbed rhythmically, and the very sensation of him emptying into me made my pussy tighten up in yet another climax, my womb drinking his essence greedily. This time he moved his hands to grip mine, and he held me completely still as we lay in the afterglow of our love-making. There wasn’t any room for his seed while his length was still firmly lodged inside me, so it leaked out in spurts and dripped down into a puddle on the stone. But what remained inside me, he kept locked in with the tip of his cock.

This felt like something more than just sex. Not a casual fuck, but a breeding.

And I didn’t dislike it one bit.

Kade’s eyes returned to mine, and he kissed me—not rough like before, but a tender, loving kiss that made me feel complete.

Nobody in his tribe would doubt that I was his now.