Page 59 of The Queen's Serpent

“Come lay under the stars, Issy, and let me lick that sweet cunt of yours, until you scream my name to the heavens.”

Jesus fucking Christ, this guy will be the death of me. I’m a puddle at his feet whenever he says things like that to me. I’m pulled forward, and before I can protest further, he throws me over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. “Jesus, you’re a fucking caveman! Put me down!” I demand and get a swat to my ass for my efforts.

“Hush now, baby, let me have this.” He keeps moving towards the daybed and then drops me on its surface, and I bounce before landing on my back with my legs spread.

“Fuck, yes. Let me help you get rid of those clothes that are hiding my perfect pussy.” My core clenches tightly at his words, and my clit throbs.

“It’s not yours, psycho. It’s mine, and I never said you could look at it, never mind lick it.” My words sound all husky to my ears, and I know he knows that I’m turned on, and thereis no way I will deny him. Since we started hooking up in the shadows here in my sister’s house, I have never once been able to deny him access to my body, and for that, he makes sure that I come hard and frequently.

He braces himself on his forearms and toes above me, blanketing me with his smell and the heat from his body. Fuck, he always smells so good, earthy, spicy, and sweet. It’s a combination that I can never seem to resist, and has become my favorite scent.

“Baby, everything about you is mine. From the pretty, privileged top of your head,” he leans in and kisses my head. “To these pretty eyes,” he kisses each of my eyelids. “To these delicious, pouty lips,” he graces his lips along mine, and a whimper escapes me. “Right down to these sexy as fuck tits.” One of his hands cradles the globe of my breast before he strums his thumb across the hardened peak covered by fabric.

My body is heating up, and I no longer feel the cold. His hand leaves my breast and slides down my abdomen until it reaches the waistband of my sweats, and he slips his fingers underneath to brush the very top of my pussy. “This pussy is mine, Issy. It belongs to me. It weeps for me, baby, and do you know why?” He asks with a raised eyebrow as he bites down on his full lower lip.

“Why?” The word leaves my mouth with a shudder, as his fingers caress my pussy lips over the soaked fabric of my panties.

“Because you are my good girl, and my slut. Your pretty cunt knows who owns it, and who makes it cum, doesn’t it, baby?” He slides my panties to the side, and his forefinger rubs against my throbbing clit, as my hips rise and chase the feeling of his fingers on my hot flesh.

“Fuck, Diego,” I moan.

“You want to cum nice and hard, don’t you, baby? You want my fingers inside of you, stroking you while you clench around them. You want me to stretch this tight, pink hole so my cock can fill you up, don’t you, my slut?”

Fuck yes, I want that. I want all of him inside me, filling me up until there is no room left. Until he and I are one body with two beating hearts, and our souls combine in rapture.

His head moves forward until his lips are at the junction between my neck and shoulder, his warm breath causing a shiver to race down my spine. His tongue slides against my hot flesh and licks me before his teeth bite down, and a gasp leaves my lips. “Tell me that you want me, baby. Tell me whose sweet pussy this is.”

His fingers slip between the folds of my wet pussy lips as he strokes me, then one meets my tight hole and plunges inside, forcing my body to bow below him as he bites down on my neck simultaneously. “FUCK!” The word is screamed so loud that I’m instantly worried that someone in the house will hear me, or it will send one of my grandmother’s guards running in our direction.

“Diego, fuck! We have to stop, or someone is going to find us. The guards are going to report back to Stella.” Even though I’m begging him to halt, I widen my legs further to give him better access to slip another finger inside of my core, and he doesn’t disappoint me, filling me until my breath hitches in my throat.

His lips move down my neck towards my chest, and he mumbles against my skin, “you worry too much, Princesa. No one is coming in this direction even if you scream. I made sure of it.”

He pulls up my shirt until my bra is visible and squeezes my breast, pulling the soft fabric cups down until I’m exposed to the night air and his mouth. His hot mouth seals over one ofmy hardened peaks, and has me biting down on my lower lip to stifle the cry that tries to escape.

“What... Jesus… did you do?” I can’t think coherently, as he sucks and lashes my nipple with his tongue.

He pulls back, his lips shiny and wet, and a wicked grin graces his face. His dark lashes frame gorgeous eyes that twinkle in the candlelight. “Might have slipped something into their dinner so they could go nighty night a little earlier. Nothing that will harm them, just make them take a nap so I can eat my girl in peace.”

He lowers his body to my side, increasing the speed his fingers are working me at, as his mouth returns to sucking my breast. Heat spirals in my belly and pulsates throughout my limbs. My toes curl, and my fingers find their way into his hair, holding him tightly to my feverish skin. ‘My girl’, that’s what he called me, claiming me as his. The words bring me so much pleasure that they push me right over the edge, and force an orgasm to race up my spine. “Oh my God, oh my God, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

I snap out of the daydream and stumble down an incline, falling to my hands and knees and smacking my chin on the hard ground, until I taste copper in my mouth.Fuck, I groan as I try to get back up, as a sharp pain radiates through my forearm, and my bare knees throb. I sit down and take inventory of my new injuries. Blood dribbles down my chin from biting my tongue, there’s a gash in my knee filling with blood, and my wrist is red and painful when I try to rotate it.Fucking great, on a roll, Issy!

All the emotions, the stress of the last forty-eight hours, and my injuries, overwhelm me at that moment, and huge sobs wrack my body. I drag my hands down my face, swiping angrily at the tears in frustration at my mental breakdown. Okay, we’ll just cry it out for a moment, get it all out of our system, and then we’re going to pick ourselves up and put on our badass girlpanties, and get to that fucking village, and nothing is going to stop us, my mind rants.

Resolve fills me not to let this deter me. I’m going to get to that village. I will get the fuck out of this jungle, and save Francisco in the process. I’m leaving that weak bitch behind here, and when I emerge, I’ll be someone new, someone who doesn’t break down and takes no shit from anyone. I’ll be in control of my destiny.

Despite the pain in my leg, I get to my feet, the backpack’s weight trying to drag me back down.No, keep fucking moving! Let’s go!I urge myself, pulling the compass back out, reassessing my location, and moving toward where the village is supposed to be. Hunger pains fill me, and my mouth is as dry as the Sahara desert. I pull out the water canteen, only to realize it’s almost empty, and I haven’t seen any signs of fresh water for a while. It’s okay, it will be okay, water will appear, but I have to keep going. I unwrap the few remaining berries and consume them, their tart taste helping to soothe my aching stomach, and offset the gnawing hunger.

The next few hours fly by, as I continue to follow the compass’s directions with no signs of water. The high heat and humidity cause my ripped and stained dress to stick to my flesh, and the backpack’s weight to slow me down. My vision blurs with the pounding headache that is trying to shatter my skull. Nausea once again becomes my unwelcome companion, and my swollen wrist throbs painfully, until even holding the machete in that hand becomes unbearable.

I suddenly notice how quiet the jungle has become around me. The sound of birds overhead, and insects, have almost entirely disappeared, as if the jungle was holding its breath.Predator.The word makes its way through my mind and has my heart rate increasing. I slowly maneuver myself into the thicker vegetation and crouch down, just as the sound of loud footsteps and male voices perk my ears.

I try to make myself as small as possible, hiding behind some thick leaves, as I peek out and spy two large men heading toward where I was standing moments ago. They are both dressed in t-shirts and shorts, not military uniforms, and that makes some of my anxiety release.Are you stupid? They are men! Men traveling through the jungle, and you are a woman alone. Get the fucking gun!

I reach into the side pocket and pull out the pistol that Francisco urged me to take, removing the safety and holding it in a tight grip, camouflaged at my side. The men look like locals and are not speaking English, but I don’t think it’s Spanish either, which makes me believe they are not part of Diego’s men. They are lost in boisterous conversation, and have almost passed my hiding spot when suddenly something wraps around my neck, and yanks me backward and off my feet. I panic and flail in their hold, trying to loosen the arm around my neck, while keeping my grip on the gun.

All the noise has gotten the attention of the other two, who I can hear making their way back through the fauna.“O que é isso?”One of the large males speaks as he gets closer. I manage to sink my teeth into the forearm of the man holding me, and he releases me with a shout. I scramble to my knees and point the gun at the one directly in front of me, and he immediately backs up, his hands in the air.“Ei, agora, não atire.”

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