Chapter 27 #3
Heat flooded Nia all over again. When a woman like Zanta ordered you to do something, you did it.
She shucked her dress and underthings off, carefully folding the key and waist chain into the fabric out of Zanta’s sight before digging the peach blossom box out from where she’d stashed it.
Zanta sat up, and Nia opened it for her like a jeweler presenting gems to a princess.
Zanta’s eyes went immediately to the one on the far left.
She drew the length of polished wood out of the box.
It was thick enough that the fingers of one of Nia’s hands could not meet around it.
The wood was medium toned, a bit darker than John’s actual skin tone, but polished to a high, alluring shine.
The smoothly carved veins caught the flickering light as Zanta turned it in her hands.
Zanta whistled. “I’d like to meet the man who grew this one! ”
“You probably have,” Nia mumbled. John and Logan were close, and if Zanta knew the Siren Song crew as well as it seemed, it was likely she’d run into the Kraken’s Fury crew as well.
“What?”
“Nothing.” No use having that conversation while wet. She’d save it for another time.
Zanta raised one dark brow. “Well? You can take this one right?”
Both Nia’s mouth and pussy watered. She’d been dying to use this one ever since she laid eyes on it.
She still dreamed of the times John had fucked her with the real thing.
How it had stretched and filled her more than any other.
She nodded hastily, barely able to get her words out past her excitement.
“I can take anything you give me, Captain.”
“Get on the hammock then.”
Zanta threaded the wooden dick through the ring and strapped the velvet bands around her thighs and hips as if she had worn one a hundred times before.
She drew Nia over to the swinging hammock, strung to exactly waist height.
The wooden cock stood straight and proud between Zanta’s legs as she seized Nia by the waist, all her post orgasmic weakness seemingly gone, and kissed her fiercely.
Nia crumpled into it immediately, letting her body go pliant, not caring how Zanta planned to fuck her just so long as she did.
She wasted no time with further foreplay; she knew Nia was already flooded with need.
She pushed Nia’s sternum gently till she lay sideways over the hammock.
Her back supported by the fabric, but her legs and head hanging over each side.
Nia jolted, almost rolling backward off the hammock as Zanta hoisted Nia’s legs over her shoulders and thumbed her slit.
“Fuck. So wet for me.” Zanta smirked. “Or is it for whoever this cock really belongs to?”
“For you,” Nia breathed. Her head already swam with want. Zanta’s fingers found her dripping opening and pushed in. “Zanta, please.”
“Please what? Don’t I need to prepare you a little for this girth?” Zanta was enjoying having Nia at her mercy a little too much. Toying with her.
“I can—” A gasp as Zanta curled her fingers against Nia’s slick walls. “I can take you,” she begged.
“I don’t know if you can,” Zanta purred, aching heat following the movement of her fingers. “You’re so tight.”
Fuck. Why was she teasing so much? All Nia wanted was to be fucked dumb, and forget everything else. Was that so much to ask?
She pressed her heel to Zanta’s back, urging her forward. Zanta clicked her tongue. “I should leave you like this. Maybe that will teach you to behave.”
Nia groaned, and Zanta laughed. Her fingers stroked twice more before withdrawing. Nia met her eyes as Zanta brought her slick fingers up to her lips, and sucked.
“Fuck…” Nia moaned.
“You taste like peaches dipped in the sea,” Zanta commented.
Her hands framed either side of Nia’s waist, and Nia had only a moment to draw breath before Zanta plunged into her.
She choked on a moan, instantly overwhelmed by the thickness stretching her wide, and clutched onto the hammock’s ropes for dear life.
Zanta planted both feet on the floor and used the hammock to swing Nia off the cock, the wood coming away with a wet squelch, before burying so deep again Nia saw stars framing Zanta’s face.
Nia’s head fell back to dangle off the side of the hammock as Zanta set a merciless pace, pulling Nia off the cock completely each time before impaling her on it again and again until Nia was screaming, gasping, crying her name with every thrust. She abandoned herself wholly to Zanta’s will.
“You like being stuffed full, do you? Come on my fat cock, Nia.” Zanta’s laugh of sadistic glee rang in her ears as Zanta pounded into her.
The stars behind Nia’s eyes burst in a galaxy of pleasure, hot liquid gushing around the cock and making the slide of those carved veins against her insides all the more torturous.
Zanta didn’t stop, didn’t even seem to realize Nia had come, and the carnal heat was already reaching critical levels once again.
Her legs tightened around Zanta’s neck, and Zanta’s teeth scored her skin.
Nia wanted to be closer to her, to hold her, but her mind drowned in lust. A bit of drool dripped from the corner of her mouth but she didn’t notice, nor have the presence of mind to wipe it away.
What did she care about being pretty right now when Zanta was fucking her so hard she’d be out of commission for a week.
“More…more…”
Zanta’s fingers had barely brushed her clit when she came again, her whole body seizing, tightening.
The whorls of Zanta’s fingers burned themselves into Nia’s nerves, and she let go of the ropes, letting her upper body sway upside down with the swing of the hammock, all the blood that wasn’t engorging her pussy rushing to her head.
“Zan—” One last slam and the cock buried so deep Nia almost blacked out with the sheer volume inside her. Lightning crackled across her nerves, and Zanta held her through it all, filling her to the brim.
It was too soon when Zanta finally withdrew.
Nia hadn’t come down, and her pussy clenched around the emptiness.
Buckles clinked, the hammock dipped, and suddenly Nia was being pulled fully into the hammock on top of Zanta’s warm body.
Aftershocks quaked Nia’s entire being. Zanta’s muscled thigh found its way between her legs, and Nia mindlessly ground against it, smearing juices across sweat slick skin.
She smothered her cries against Zanta’s breasts as she rode out her aftershocks till she was finally spent.