Charlotte Boyett-Compo - Prisoners of the Wind

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Prisoners of the Wind

ISBN # 1-4199-0334-9

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Prisoners of the Wind Copyright 2005 CharlotteBoyett-Compo

Edited by Mary Moran.

Cover art by Philip Fuller.

Electronic book Publication: December 2005

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This book is a work of fiction and anyresemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purelycoincidental. The characters are productions of the authors imagination andused fictitiously.

Warning:

The following material contains graphic sexual content meant formature readers. Prisoners of the Wind has been rated S-ensuous by a minimum ofthree independent reviewers.

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Prisoners of the Wind

Charlotte Boyett-Compo

Prologue

His hands were gentle but insistent upon her heated body.His fingers were sure and knowing and where they stroked, intense pleasurefollowed in the wake. Kneading the muscles of her shoulders, those educatedfingers elicited a response that lulled her, eased her tension and made herfeel as though she was melting into the mattress.

Working his way across her upper back, he increased thepressure slightly until she began to purr like a kitten. It was heavenlyhistouchand she welcomed the feel of his hot flesh upon her naked back. As hemassaged the column of her spine, seemingly to manipulate each vertebra, shesighed deeply, feeling the stress falling away.

Lower that touch went until it fanned out along the small ofher back, his fingers spreading outward with sure, deft strokes that pressedher downward and left her flesh tingling.

But when those strong fingers slid to her buttocks, shetensed, quickly drawing in her breath.

Relax, wench, he whispered, leaning forward so his breathwas warm against her ear.

He was sitting on his haunches between her spread thighs andas he bent over her, she could feel the weight and the hardness of his cockdragging along the folds of her vagina. She shivered and groaned, moistureflooding the area like dew forming upon rose petals.

It was his low chuckle that eased the stiffness of hermuscles and she did as he ordered, though it took every ounce of her willpowerto relax against the feel of that enormous cock now lying between the cleft ofher ass.

You are wet, Marin, he whispered, and touched his hottongue to the spiral of her ear.

Goose bumps ran down her spine as his heated breath joinedthe invasion of his tongue inside her ear. Her womb tightened and she could notstop the moan of pleasure that trilled from her lips.

He laved her ear, the tip of his practiced tongue thrustingever so gently inside the entrance to her auditory canal before it moved aroundthe perimeter from just beneath the helix to the lobe, upon which he lightlyclamped his teeth and softly worried the tender flesh.

Merciful Alluvial, she whimpered.

Wicked warrior, he corrected, and his hot lips trailedfrom the side of her neck to her shoulder blade then on to the cervical curveof her spine.

His rough tongue dragged downward over the thoracic curveand into the hollow of the lumbar region. There it lingered just above thedivision of her ass, flicking lightning thrusts at the sensitive concavity,swirling a pattern of lazy figure eights that slowly lowered toward heropening.

Marin grabbed handfuls of the coverlet beneath her,anticipating the sweet invasion of that sinful mobile mass of muscular tissueso close to her anus. When her midnight lover sank his teeth gently into herleft buttock, she shuddered and cried out.

Lie still, he ordered, his tone brooking no rejection ofhis demand.

She found herself panting, sweat oozing along her upper lip.She ached for him to stab her with that hot tongue, to lap at the puckered rimof her anal opening. His fingers were spreading her cheeks, opening her for hissteady assault. She was quivering, moaning, waiting

Yet it was not his tongue that delved into her nether regionbut the long, purposeful breadth of a finger. Barely grazing the inner fold offlesh, he pivoted the stiff digit from side to side, his fingernail scarcelyinside her.

Please! she begged, and tried to lift her ass to impaleupon his questing finger.

No, he denied, and as one hand held her pressed firmly tothe bunk, that wicked finger delved slowly deeper until she felt the knucklesof his hand graze her rump.

Seated firmly inside her, he slowly twisted his finger,pressing downward gently until he seemed to find the spot for which he had beensearching.

Marin writhed beneath him, silently pleading with him to endthis delicious torture.

With his finger still buried to the hilt within her rectum,his thumb slithered like a living creature into the hot and dripping slit ofher cunt and pulled upward as though he could make middle finger and thumb meetinside her.

The sensation of those digits pressing toward one another,moving out a ways and then going in again, sent Marin over the edge ofendurance. Heat was building in her womb, an intense itch was crawling throughher lower belly. Her body was trembling as though with the ague and when thebright flash of passion flared then flooded her pelvis, she screamed herrelease, pressing her face deep into the coverlet to shut out the sound.

Mine, he said, and withdrew his thumb to touchandteasethe engorged swell of her clitoris. And mine you will always be!

* * * * *

Marin sat bolt upright on the hard cot upon which she hadbeen thrashing and stared into the darkness with wide, glazed eyes. The dreamhad been so real, so intense it was hard for her to accept that her midnightlover was but a figment of her fevered desire, virginal though it was.

A sheen of perspiration covered her upper chest and trickledfrom beneath the pendulous weight of her aching breasts. Her heart waspounding, her blood thundering through her veins. She was quivering like a leafin a stiff breeze and she felt hot, her skin pebbled. That mysterious regionbetween her legs felt heavy and it throbbed in a way that made her squirm.Wrapping her arms around herself, she realized it had been nothing more than adream. She groaned with frustration and drew her knees up into the protectionof her encircling arms. There was wetness between her thighsshe could feel it,smell itand a barren hopelessness deep in her womb.

Another bad dream? one of the other girls asked.

Aye, Marin whispered, tears easing down her cheeks.

Try to go back to sleep, Marin. Tomorrow will be a longday, someone advised.