The Captive's Release

The Captive's Release

Lucynda Storey

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Editors Warning: Dubious consent; anal sex. When Princess Finola is captured by a squad of enemy soldiers whose mysterious masked commander reveals her lover's dark secrets. Her situation is made worse by her intense physical attraction to the stranger. Who can she trust, who can she believe? Who will be responsible for \"The Captive's Release\"?

PUBLISHED BY: Aspen Mountain Press
ISBN: 978-1-60168-032-7
CATEGORIES: Erotica, Action/Adventure, BDSM, Fantasy, Multiple Partners
KEYWORDS: captive romance, bondage, fantasy, anal sex, anal play, dubious consent

EBOOKS BY Aspen Mountain Press

EBOOKS BY Lucynda Storey

COPYRIGHT Lucynda Storey/2005

Finola sighed. Calder knew her well. He'd always been able to see into her mind, from the time they'd been children playing games of strategy forbidden to women. She snuggled into him closer. \\\"Why can't my father choose you for my husband?\\\"

You know good and well her mind screamed. He has no wealth, no elevated position of noble power. He was nothing more than a child captive, given to an elevated commoner, the palace blacksmith, without a son of his own. Even though he was touched by the Goddess, his birth origins were held against him.

Abruptly, she halted the discussion, before he could reply. \\\"Let us talk on this no further. I simply wish to be here, in your arms. The morrow will take care of itself. We must be careful to make the most of the moments we have together.\\\" She wrapped an arm about his neck, and pulled his head closer to hers. \\\"Kiss me.\\\"

Behind him, Finola heard the pop of an ember. In the dark, the noise was loud and threatening. But Calder was here, her Calder. Closing her eyes, she gave herself up to the sensation of his rough lips on hers. She ran her tongue over the dry edges, moistening them before she delved into his mouth. He tasted of tepid, tart wine and reminded her of picnics in the summer sun.

His response to her wasn't long in coming. \\\"Is this what you wish tonight, my Princess?\\\"

Roaming the broad expanse of his chest with a free hand she searched for the tiny peaks she loved to torment. Slowly, she stroked a nub through the rough material he wore when he was on the road, ignoring his question. \\\"How was your trip?\\\"

\\\"You know,\\\" he gasped, \\\"I cannot reply to your questions intelligently when you abuse me so.\\\"

Slowly, she pulled up his tunic and allowed her hands to stroke the warm skin underneath. \\\"Love me.\\\"

\\\"A request or a command, my princess?\\\"

\\\"Both. I need you to touch me, as no other has.\\\"

Calder laughed. \\\"I should hope not. I would be forced to remove the hands from the body of such a culprit.\\\"

With agonizing slowness, he untied the cotton strings of her bodice, releasing her breasts. They pebbled in the cool night air and she anxiously awaited the feel of his mouth on her.

Calder had taught her much about being a woman. He'd pleasured her often without compromising her honor, making sure their mutual satisfaction did not come at the cost of her maidenhead. Oh that she'd given herself to him long months back, that she was married to him, that she carried his child in her womb. Then she wouldn't have to be concerned about being sold to the highest bidder or keeping an imaginary political peace.

\\\"Do not delay, my love. I grow desperate.\\\"

His mouth conquered hers, forcing her to give up her assault on his lips while one of his hands cupped her breast, and toyed with the already hardened nipple. \\\"I am happy to serve my Princess without hesitation.\\\" His whispered words sent chills through her. She moistened between her thighs as she anticipated the sensations yet to come.

Tweaking his nipple, she responded, \\\"As you should be. What other man would dare to place his mouth where you have?\\\" She leaned back in his arms, giving him fuller access to her breasts.

\\\"No other will dare and not pay the price,\\\" Calder growled low in her ear.

Even as delightful shivers ran down her arms, she wondered at his words. How could he prevent Lacombe from touching her? She reached for the string on his breeches and loosened them. Beneath the heavy cloth, she could feel his maleness, hard and ready for her touch.

The intimate touching of his cock was her signal to him to touch her in her private place. His warm hand caressed her thigh, and sought out the place of her pleasure, the tiny nub above her damp folds of skin. His thumb rubbed her, making her damper still with need.



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