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  AZTEC GOLD

  A collection of five erotic fantasy stories

  Edited by Miranda Forbes

  Published by Accent Press Ltd – 2010

  ISBN 9781908006899

  These stories have also been published in

  Sex & Satisfaction Two and Night of the Bear was

  published in Sex and Seduction

  Copyright © Accent Press Ltd 2010

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be copied, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the written permission of the publishers: Xcite Books, Suite 11769, 2nd Floor, 145-157 St John Street, London EC1V 4PY

  The stories contained within this book are works of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the authors’ imaginations and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  Winner of Jade Erotic Awards:

  Erotic Fiction Publisher 2010

  "Xcite has delighted its readers with a wealth of superb titles and first class storytelling. Their titles have far outstripped the others for both quality of the product and sensual erotic content."

  Contents

  Aztec Gold Charybdis Childe

  Dream Lover Elizabeth Cage

  Sacrifice Jim Baker

  Enter the Rainmaker Landon Dixon

  Night of the Bear Garrett Calcaterra

  Aztec Gold

  by Charybdis Childe

  Sylvie stumbled on a root as she ran; stumbled, almost fell, managed to keep her balance without slowing. Her heavy walking boots pounded the spongy ground, and tropical leaves and fronds whipped her face as she flew away from the village, her host family and, most of all, away from Joe.

  His strong arms and handsome face had entranced her on the shuttle bus at Gatwick. He had noticed her looking and flashed her a perfect smile. By the end of the fourteen-hour flight to Peru she was well and truly besotted. Since then she had spent every possible moment with him. Getting to know each other as they helped to build a new classroom. Laughing together at the differences between there and home. His strong arms around her when she missed her family, being a little sadder than she actually was to savour every moment snuggled against his firm chest. Swiftly the warm days sped by and she allowed herself to luxuriate in them, not needing to rush things, almost sure that he was as into her as she was into him. She was wrong. Innocently spying him in a passionate embrace with a pretty American girl felt like a dagger through the chest. Her legs had responded before she had time to think. And now she was lost in the jungle.

  Her pace gradually slowed as she acknowledged her lack of direction. They had been for guided walks through the jungle since they arrived, but none of the scenery seemed familiar. The greenery was increasingly dense, to the point where she had to use her arms to push through walls of leaf and vine. Irritating dribbles of sweat trickled from her hairline and her head ached with the heat. She fought through another thicket of plants and, suddenly, her arms met no resistance. She emerged, clammy and dirty, into a clearing. Opposite her a waterfall shimmered down a vertical stone face, feeding a pool like dark green glass. On one of the jungle walks, a local guide had told them the story of the lost pool of Chalchiuhtlicue. Centuries ago, local rumour maintained, the Incas dedicated a pool to Chalchiuhtlicue, the goddess of water and fertility. The tribes would come and make love to the water, offering their seed as a libation to the goddess. Then one day, against all social law, a young warrior actually dared to penetrate the goddess. Chalchiuhtlicue fell in love with him and together they fled. They were never found. The tribes deserted the sacred pool and today its location is a mystery. No living soul has ever managed to find it.

  The jungle surrounding this clearing was all as thick as that which she had just fought through; the place could just have been deserted for centuries. The ground around the water was of the same green stone as the rock face, and deep carvings of spirals and circles surrounded the pool and continued up to the top of the falls. The pool was full to the very brim, so that if a person were to get in, the water would overflow, filling the patterns in the rock. The clearing was flooded with the green smell of water, at once ancient and alive.

  Sylvie’s hot blood sang in her veins and her skin itched. The sweat still stood on her back and upper lip, and her hair clung where it touched her face. Her eyes on the delicious water, she eased her steaming feet from her walking boots and wriggled her toes on the cool, rough stone. She dragged her vest up over her head, dropped her khaki shorts and clambered out of her knickers. She dove from where she stood, slipping almost silently into the water.

  It was curious, as soon as her skin met the water, she found herself incredibly excited. The cool water filtered through the frills of her cunt as they opened happily. She kept her hands away, using the muscles in her thighs to press herself closed, flesh rubbing warm flesh and then relaxing to let the cool water flow through her lips again. The movement became almost meditative, her mind focused totally on the movement back and forth, back and forth.

  It was a quiet rustle that brought her back to her senses. She turned in the water to see a figure step through the leaves and up to the water’s edge. He stood, his ripples spreading from his ten toes into the centre of the pool. His almond-shaped eyes were the colour of warm treacle and his black hair hung in a loose plait almost to his waist. His slender limbs seemed full of an energy, as though he might spring like a gazelle away into the trees at any moment. He planted his tall spear firmly in the ground and his plump lips pressed together and then relaxed when their eyes met. He was naked apart from a bundle of cloth below his flat, brown stomach, but that did little to disguise his erection. After a moment, he laid his spear on the ground and shamelessly abandoned his cloth. Placing his hands on the ground, he slid feet first into the pool. Modestly, he swam towards her and stopped close to her side, effortlessly treading water. The movements keeping him above water were so slight that the ripples cleared and she could see all of him, the pool bottom far below his undulating feet. His slender mahogany limbs threw her pale curves into womanly contrast. He began to thrust slowly back and forth into the water by her side. Slowly she turned her head to see, anxious that a quick movement could frighten him away. She watched his long erection brazenly rutted in the open space beside her. He was so close she could feel the barely perceptible rise in temperature of the water he stirred with his hot penis. She felt her slit tense in anticipation as he poked and poked his rod towards her, but each time he stopped just before making contact. She found herself gently thrusting the water as well, grateful for the current tickling her eager lips, but yearning for the touch of something more tangible.

  He watched his expression change, his liquid eyes narrowing and teeth clenching in a concentrated look of desperation. His hips spasmed and his cock bulged in the final moments. He was in his own personal point of no return, and as a white squirt of liquid twice pierced the water, his fingers grasped at nothing and he let out a small growl of release. She replied with a whimper of her own, heavy with disappointment at the waste of his climax. He focused on her with mild surprise and when she met his eyes, reached forward gingerly to touch her. His fingertips met the sensitive skin of her stomach as though he were expecting them to go straight through her. From his face he seemed pleased that they hadn’t. Then he held her more firmly, smoothing her waist, making her feel sexy in a way she could relish if only she could ignore the urgent hunger in her cunt. She pushed her sex towards him, wanting, wanting. He reached out to her, so slowly she felt she couldn’t bear it, and cupped her clamouring cunt in his long dextrous hand. Inhibition lost to all-consuming lust, Sylvie rode his hand vigorously, oblivious to everything excep
t the sensation of the warrior’s palm. Usually she liked to feel full, but she didn’t have the time to demand penetration, too fixated on the sensations on her clit. The cold water and the firm hand she rubbed against. He laid delicate fingers on her nipple, pushing her over the edge. His strong hand under her mound kept her afloat as she submitted to the hardest orgasm of her life, her pleasure muscles gripping and gripping. As her body juddered its last gorgeous tremor, she was already hungry to be filled. Still held afloat she noticed for the first time that she had an audience.

  On the green bank of the pool stood three more men, all as tall and slender as the first and all three of their cocks standing firmly to attention. As one, they entered the water and swam gracefully to her. They encircled her, all looking with fascination at her face and body. Enjoying the attention with a dream’s lack of inhibition, Sylvie guessed she must look quite unlikely, otherworldly even, to these people who had probably never seen white skin before. She reached for the nearest erection. Looking right into its owner’s eyes, she held it firmly and began to move her hand. The warrior looked helplessly at her from beneath dark brows, his mouth falling slightly open as his breathing increased. His cock was rock hard, with no give whatsoever in its rigid length. She felt it throb at the peak of every stroke and he moved his hips in time with her, fucking her hand. Subconsciously, she moved her opening closer to him, slowing her movements down, but he was unable to reciprocate, compulsively jabbing his hard-on into her hand. The warriors gathered round her, stroking and kissing her skin, their penises rubbing up against her thighs and bum. She felt their hands beneath her and felt her body rise, supported by the men, until she was lying on her back on top of the water. They kissed her front, licking her hard nipples, and the one she was touching moved to bury his face in her sex. Electricity seemed to run through her, from the tongues on her aching nipples to that on her throbbing clit. She thrust into his working mouth, not satisfied, needing to be filled. As if sensing this, the men lowered her bottom back under the water and she felt the spongy head of a penis nosing its way between her folds. She moved, encouraging it, almost crying with desperation for it, until, with a gasp of gratification, the cock found its goal and rode up into her, filling her and nudging at that special area inside her. She felt her orgasm rapidly approaching, each lick and thrust another push toward that perilous edge. But she wasn’t ready yet, she wanted to feel like this forever. This was all she wanted, all she needed, she wanted to stop but telling her body to stop fucking was like telling her heart to stop beating. She was locked in the rhythm and it felt like her whole life had led to this moment. Never had sex felt like this. Never had her orgasm had such a life of its own, like a solid, breathing animal, faster than her, more powerful, coming to get her, coming, coming. Every nerve in her body flooded with pleasure, she rocked with the intensity of it, fingers and toes clenching, a primal noise escaping easily from her lips. And the warrior was coming too, holding her tight to him, filling her swallowing cunt with his wild magical sperm. They stayed where they were for a minute, catching their breath, and then one of the not-yet-satisfied warriors demanded his turn. He was perhaps the most handsome of the four, his cheekbones defined and his serious eyes a deeper shade of liquorice. He stared beseechingly into Sylvie’s eyes and she kissed him on the mouth, savouring his flavour of fresh herbs and spice. He moved between her legs and slipped into her like the right jigsaw piece. He belonged there. Sylvie felt an intense feeling of warmth and well-being and rocked slowly on his cock, her sensitive part needing little stimulation now. He took his lead from her, and gently circled his hips in a slow and primal dance. This time, she felt climax approaching from far off. It sauntered into view from a distant horizon. The warrior’s face was urgent, he didn’t need to accelerate his movements, just the feeling of her warm flesh around his swollen cock was enough to make him burst there and then. Sylvie hoped he could hold on until her orgasm was ready. She couldn’t be hurried, but the warrior seemed too aroused to wait, too eager to come in her and feast on the pleasure her female body promised. Now she was all he wanted, she was the best that all of life had to offer, sublime pleasure, the cunt of a goddess. He started to come and his throbbing cock pressing its girth against her G-spot tipped her again. Oh YES, she wanted that. She wanted it and he couldn’t help but give it to her. She ground herself against his groin, filling herself with every last centimetre of hard flesh. The waves ebbed slowly, and it felt a long time later that she was herself again.

  Suddenly, the weight returned to her body as the men turned as one and swam for the rim of the pool. Abandoning all dignity, they scrambled onto the pool edge and knelt low, their faces on the ground towards the sheer stone face of the waterfall, presenting her with a row of muscular buttocks. Sinking low in the water, Sylvie looked up at the source of the falls with apprehension. Her hair swayed around her head like reeds as she waited. She knew she should be afraid, but she couldn’t quite feel it; her helplessness to stop what was coming made her feel somehow powerful. A proud body parted the foliage and stood, majestically, at the edge of the cliff. The men flattened themselves minutely lower, but Sylvie’s attention was all on their chief.

  Standing fully six feet high with dark hair falling free in bountiful waves over her smooth, brown shoulders stood the most beautiful creature Sylvie had ever seen. Her legs were long and powerful, her teeth a brilliant slice of white between succulent lips and the round, ripe fruits of her breasts culminated in nipples that pointed aggressively upward. Her body was naked, but entwined in her hair she wore an organic headdress of leaves and vines. Sylvie’s eyes meandered luxuriously down over the chief’s defined stomach to the black triangle marking the centre point between her abundant hips. As if presenting herself, the woman turned, showing Sylvie an arse rounder and more shameless than her domestic British eyes were accustomed to. Still, she couldn’t hold back a small smile as she imagined sinking her teeth into the plump flesh of those buttocks. As her imagination sent Sylvie’s hand sneaking back down beneath the surface of the water, the woman leapt a superhuman leap, her feet clearing her own head and back over to hit the water first. For a long moment she was lost under the glossy surface, then her head rose directly in front of Sylvie, and so close that her hard nipples grazed electric lines up Sylvie’s body. Her big mouth opened and took a deep breath before sinking shoulders then head went back under the water. Sylvie felt the mouth clamp onto her wet cunt, sucking out every last vestige of self-control. Every muscle below her waist turned to quivering jelly. The woman’s skilful tongue tapped gently on Sylvie’s ravaged clit, and she spread her legs wider. The warrior woman took her thighs in her strong hands, tiny bubbles trickling up over her most sensitive part as the woman ate her to the last of her breath. Sylvie heard sounds coming from her own lips and felt her legs shake as if in a dream. The dream seemed to last for hours and days, with nobody but Sylvie and the woman floating, connected mouth and sex, through space. And then she awoke, as the woman burst, gasping, into the air. Still facing Sylvie, she put her arms under her armpits and pushed her backward through the water to bump up against the rough green stone by the waterfall. Pushed up hard against her, the woman brought her face close to Sylvie’s, encouraging her to bring her mouth the last inch to meet hers. Watching herself from the outside, Sylvie leant forward and pressed her plump lips onto the even plumper lips of the woman. So soft. So warm. Her tongue reached out tentatively to meet the woman’s soft, warm tongue. Sylvie felt she would never settle for a man ever again, a cheap pleasure compared to this soft, engulfing love. She reached out and cupped the woman’s breast, lightly at first, and then more firmly as her instincts took over. She leant forward and took the firm nipple between her lips, sucking and teasing the hard teat with her tongue. The woman’s hand pushed gently but confidently between Sylvie’s legs and she came. Just like that, without warning, a deep warmth spread from her hole and her head lolled back against the wall.

  The woman held her, fondling her and
kissing lips to neck to chest to lips until she had recovered. Gradually Sylvie began to return the soft feathery kisses on her mouth. It was like returning home. She felt the woman coaxing her along the wall, closer and closer to the waterfall. She started to suspect that they would both be dashed to pieces under the crashing water, but again, failed to feel the fear, giving over all control to the woman. Just as she took the gasp of breath, she found herself not under the fall, but behind it. In a secret cave, three walls stone, one water, the woman rose up to her waist above the surface. The water was colder here and Sylvie ran her fingertips over a Braille of goosebumps from the woman’s thigh to her waist. The peak of her breast felt cold under Sylvie’s warm lips and she felt the woman’s hands at the nape of her neck. Looking up, Sylvie smiled and the woman finally smiled in return. Sylvie’s smile broadened, but the woman dropped beneath the surface. Sylvie took a deep breath and followed, back out into the pool. Her head broke the water and she wiped her eyes in time to see the woman and all her followers dissolve into the trees. Straight away she became conscious of a crashing and chattering punctuated by calls of ‘SYLVIE??!!’. The familiar sounds brought Joe instantly back into her head, but rather than a painful memory, he seemed like a character in a film she had watched long ago. Here, steeped in ancient sexuality, she realised that what she had had before was nothing but a distraction. The cheap lays and fleeting crushes of her life in Britain held no appeal now. Modern sex, she realised, was nothing but a pale shadow of what the human body was capable of feeling. She turned in the water like a mermaid and dove to the bottom of the pool.

  Dream Lover

  by Elizabeth Cage

  I’ve always loved velvet. It’s so soft and sensual, perfect for an erotic encounter. My wardrobe is full of velvet skirts and dresses. I can choose from mysterious black, deep, rich burgundy, wine-bottle green. Or blue. Midnight blue is my favourite. For me, velvet is the most romantic of fabrics. It looks great and feels wonderful. I like to be stroked when I’m wearing velvet – it makes me purr like a cat. Kind of a fetishy thing, I suppose. Just thinking about it makes me tremble. In fact, I’d just bought a new black velvet coat, trimmed with fake fur, when I met Perry.