The Lost Colony

Chapter 3

Someone shoved Sparr forward. He spun, ready for a fight, then stopped abruptly. Before him stood the female leader of the Urst band, blade extended. She gestured toward the pool. "You ... wash now ... same." Only Sparr could hear the implant's translation. The compact woman jabbed at him with her blade.

Sparr undressed. He was still wearing the two-piece sleep suit worn during cryo. As the woman watched, Sparr tugged off the top. He flexed and stretched, the cool evening breeze a welcome change from the snug suit. Another of the women walked over, saying something softly to her companion. Ignoring them, Sparr slipped out of his boots and pulled off his pants.

At once, the atmosphere in the clearing changed. The woman with the blade drew in a sharp breath. Her friend said something sharp and untranslatable. Both stared at Sparr's c**k. Even a little cluster of Urst men, only recently ogling their captives, fell silent.

Rather than endure their stares, Sparr waded into the pool and began to bathe. After more than two days of exertion the water felt heavenly. He stretched his tightly muscled frame under the waterfall, turning to soap then rinse every corner. He washed his c**k. Sparr knew he was well endowed. Even for a man of his height, his organ was above average. But it was the arousal from watching the Olm women bathe that had urged his c**k to put on a show. Only after his arousal subsided did Sparr wade from the pool.

A tense scene awaited him. The co-leaders, whom Sparr would later learn were named Tawn and Gret, confronted each other, a rare moment of visible discord. Gret waved her blade recklessly, while behind her hovered the three other women of the party. Their glances flickered between the confrontation between the two leaders, and Sparr's dripping wet body. For his part, Tawn stood unmoved, speaking quietly while periodically pointing over his shoulder toward the captives. Farther back, the men of the party half guarded the prisoners while warily assessing the conflict.

Suddenly, things eased. Gret seemed to make some subtle concession, after which Tawn nodded and stepped aside. One of the Urst women said something harsh, shot an angry glance at Sparr, then stormed off. Gret sheathed her blade.

The men hooted gleefully, passing the skin quickly now. Each took a long pull, no longer struggling to down the strong spirit. At a sign from Tawn, two of them dragged forward one of the Olm women.

Kess had drawn little notice when Sparr first had been shoved into the wagon. Shy and quiet, with large eyes, she had mostly remained behind her companions. Later, as the captives had shared the meal, Sparr caught her eyeing him more than once. Each time, she had looked away nervously. It wasn't until Sparr had watched her bathing that he began to fully appreciate her charms. The young woman's breasts were of average size, but perky, with areolas just darker than her dusky skin. Water still still dripped from her shoulders and hair, running down the fine hairs on her arms and belly. She was lovely.

"Fare gahn, yo," said Gret, her voice becoming excited. She gestured at Kess while the others pressed closer in. "Nee fare now!"

Tawn seemed to be backing her up now. "Shae gahn, gahn!" He was grinning.

One of the Urst pulled a pallet forward, laying it near the fire. "Akee, gahn shode."

Even with his translator struggling, Sparr understood. The Urst wanted him and Kess to f**k.

A half-circle swiftly formed around the pallet. Kess, bewildered and scared, was guided forward. She cast about frantically, seeking either her companions or escape. Less gently, Gret goaded Sparr along, her knife pressed against his spine. The pallet awaited them.

Sparr's mind raced. He would happily f**k Kess. She was attractive enough, and her slim, sweet body was beguiling in every way. In almost any other situation he would have sought her out, looking intently for any sign of shared attraction. But their current circumstances didn't lend him ease. Kess was frightened, clearly more interested in flight than coupling with a stranger in front of an audience. Even his organ was uncertain, retreating from its earlier arousal. He wouldn't force himself on the poor woman.

Gret, though sensing the couple's reluctance, still urged them forward. She spoke sharply to Kess, pointing at the pallet. "Sooshay nee! Sooshay!" She turned to Sparr. "There!"

Obediently, Kess knelt, flipped her braid out of the way, and turned her gaze toward Sparr. The woman's eyes were wide, sparkling in the firelight. Her expression was one of worry, not outright fear. As the crowd let out a restless murmur, Kess opened her mouth.

Soft, wet tongue caressed the tip of Sparr's c**k, sending a shudder of pleasure through him. Kess repeated the motion, this time closing her lips over the head before slowly pulling back. The pretty Olm woman again met Sparr's eyes, holding him in her gaze as she took more of his c**k into her mouth. He groaned.

The crowd shifted as the remaining Urst pushed forward. Ignoring them, Kess took the rest of Sparr's still soft c**k into her mouth. Her eyes didn't leave him. Sparr's organ began to swell. Only after his shaft started to stiffen did she slowly retreat, her lips revealing the extent of his growing arousal. When his c**k dropped from her mouth, she cradled it in her hands, mouth agape. Kess shook her head, muttered something quietly, then resumed. Licking from the base she slid her slick tongue along his entire length, circled the tip, then licked back down again. By the time she repeated the motion twice more, Sparr's initial reluctance had vanished. He was rock hard in her hands.

The buzz of conversation, faint to begin with, began to grow. As Kess continued to lick and suck Sparr's fully-engorged c**k, even the other Olm peered into the circle. The half drunk Urst made boisterous comments, elbowed each other, and hooted their approval. Even Gret pushed her way into a favorable viewing position, staring intently at the steamy scene. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the show.

By this time, Kess had grown bolder in her attentions. Popping her mouth over the bulging head of Sparr's c**k, she pushed her lips as far as they would go, pulled back, then again plunged forward. She held the position for a heartbeat before pulling back with a gasp. A tear dropped from one eye.

"Unnnh," Sparr moaned. "Oh, fuck."Kess stopped, looked to Sparr curiously, then resumed. She was, he realized, working to please him without encouragement or threats. Alternating between taking his c**k into her mouth, and tonguing his shaft sweetly, Kess, too, seemed to have lost her earlier reserve. Her tongue, lips, and hands worked together, easing Sparr toward release.

"Omigod," Sparr said. "That's so f*****g nice right now. Don't stop." His c**k twitched in Kess's slender fingers.

"Arrat! Arrat, yo!" This time Tawn interjected, as Kess pulled back, confused. Saliva ran down her chin. Tawn stepped forward. "Bu sooshay, gahn!"

A call of approval went up from the Urst, their hoots of lust filling the clearing. One man, drinking deeply of spirit, had yet to finish before his neighbor tore the skin from his hands for his own turn. That man in turn was knocked aside only to fall to the clearing, laughing aloud. The others clapped their hands or bellowed in drunken delight.

Kess sat back, letting Sparr's c**k slip from her hands. A touch of her earlier worry had returned. The young woman's eyes went from her captors, to Sparr, and to his c**k. Only after further exhortations from both Tawn and Gret did she finally lay back. Kess spread her legs.

Driven by lust, Sparr knelt to take her. She wanted him, he was sure of it. The look in her eyes as she had pleasured him, her efforts to take as much of him into her mouth as possible, the pliant way she lay back for him... all were sure signs that she yearned to give herself to him. At least, he told himself so. Sparr banished the doubts as quickly as they surfaced. If he didn't f**k her, there would be consequences. The Urst, already shouting encouragement, would hardly accept a sudden stop to the show. Sparr pressed his c**k against Kess's slit.

"Ahhh," Kess gasped. "Plai..." Her hand shot toward Sparr's hips as if to push him away. As quickly, she pulled it back.

"Yeahhhh," Sparr groaned. Kess's folds were wet, welcoming first the tip, then the head of his c**k. "Fuck." He pulled partway out before easing forward. Her flesh accepted another inch.

As he took her, Sparr kept his eyes on Kess. She returned his gaze, her expression one of worry and desire. The lovely woman was frightened, but equally slick with lust and anticipation. Sparr watched with amazement as she offered herself to him. The sight of the submissive beauty further stoked his lust.

Kess lay back, legs parted. Sparr, kneeling, began to work himself deeper.

"Mmmm," Sparr groaned. He pulled his c**k free so he could slide it back and forth across Kess's c**t.

"Oh," she said, her gaze now switching between Sparr's face and his c**k.

He penetrated her again, her slickness welcoming him. Kess winced.

"It's okay," Sparr said. Kess would understand his soothing tone, if not his words. He slowed for a moment, only rocking his shaft slightly. Not until his lover relaxed did Sparr again push forward. He was more than halfway in now.

"Ahhh," Kess moaned. Her lips parted, as her eyes began to slide shut.

"Yeah," Sparr said. "It's sweet."

Firelight danced and flickered across their bodies. The warm light shone on Kess's breasts, and highlighted the hollows of her neck. She writhed against the pallet, arching her back, fingers clutching the ground. Kess was warming to her lover. Beyond them, the circle of observers urged them on, voices raised in incomprehensible cries.

"Unnnh," Sparr groaned. He blocked out the scene around him, savoring the coupling with Kess. Her slick p***y felt blissful against his surging c**k, her beauty intoxicating as the firelight played across her parted lips.

"Oooooh," Kess moaned. "Aieee!" She looked down to see Sparr's c**k impaling her. Kess muttered something, then shook her head slightly before laying back again. A small shudder shot through her body.

"Yes," Sparr gasped. Unable to restrain himself, he drove forward hard, burying the last of his c**k in Kess's dripping gash.

"Aieeeeeee!" Kess cried out. Her hips twisted against him as her back arched. "Owwwww." She held the tortured pose for several heartbeats before collapsing back onto the pallet. "Hooooo," she gasped, at last releasing a pent-up breath. She was his.

Sparr didn't let up. Gripping Kess's legs tightly, he built up speed. Her slick p***y offered less and less resistance to his pumping c**k, but remained beautifully snug. Gradually Sparr's thrusts grew from tentative to vigorous. He worked her greedily, mixing deeper strokes with shallow ones to tease her c**t. It was heavenly.

Nor did Kess seem to mind. She still squirmed against him, but only to heighten her pleasure. She grunted when Sparr pierced her depths, and sighed when he worked some particularly sensitive angle. The brown-skinned woman's eyes slid entirely shut. Her lips parted and her breath became rough. Kess was wrapped in bliss.

"God yes," Sparr gasped. How long had it been since he'd had s*x? In terms of waking days it had been just one week, but he'd been in cryo sleep for months. Hormones raged through him. His balls ached for release. As much as he wanted to savor the encounter, his body would soon unleash a powerful orgasm.