A Slave's Fortune

[Honey_B]

Aya

The pain seered into her brain, blinding her vision for a moment, but Aya thrust it away. Ramsey was hurt.

"I think we are both a sight," Aya said, taking one of his shirt sleeves and dabbing at the cut. She smiled up at him weekly. "Tell me, Zac Ocelotl, what has happened here. I remember not after we first entered the pyramid."

While Jonathon told her his version of events, she wearily got up and went to the pack basket. Aya took note of the weapons she had apparently procured.

"I managed to bring that out when the thing collapsed," he said as she went through the contents.

Aya's lightening quick reflexes returned as she picked up a deadly axe and flung it at Jonathon's head. It missed bashing in his skull by scant inches and smashed into a large snake descending the tree behind him. Aya retrieved an obsidian dagger from the basket and advanced on the fallen snake. She picked it up by it head and pulled it down from the tree. It was at least four feet long.

"Coatl," she said to Ramsey, meaning snake. Meaning dinner. She cut off the snake's head with a swift slice of her knife.

"There are flints in the basket. Build a fire and we will have dinner, Zac Ocelotl." She picked up the axe and handed it him.

Working together they soon had large pieces of snake roasting over a roaring fire.

"We have time before it will be ready, Zac Ocelotl," she said, looking into his eyes and smiling without a trace of fatigue to be found.

 

[kitsuke]

Jonathon Ramsey

"Why Aya! I do believe you're trying to seduce me!" he said in a mock shocked voice as she smiled at him, he then took her in his arms and kissed her soundly, "I do believe you are succeeding as well, dearheart."

Kissing her more earnestly now he found the laces of her torn shirt and began to undo them one by one, stopping to carees her back or graze her breasts and buttocks with the tips of the knuckles of his hands. She pressed her hips wantonly against him, sandwiching his hardening member between them and ground slowly in a small circle as they embraced.

"Gods, Aya!" he moaned as she taunted him with her body, it was a supreme effort not to tear the rest of the laces from her and ruin her only decent clothing in taking of her.

Finally he pulled the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground between them as she began on his shirt and trousers...

 

[Honey_B]

Aya did not seduce. She had no conception of the word. Honest and forthright with her feelings, Aya was not duplicitous in her desire. She wanted to join with Jonathon again. Somehow her body must have communicated to him and he had understood. Aya could not help but smile. Aztec or Britisher, body language was universal.

She took care in removing his clothing, revealing his body slowly. Kneeling before him, she unbuttoned his shirt, her lips following her fingers over his strong chest and flat stomach. When her lips reached his navel, she flicked her tongue into it as she spread his shirt open, slipping it from his shoulders. She pulled his head down for a kiss. As their lips met she pressed her body into him, desperate to make contact, feel his naked skin on her breasts.

Everything vanished except the kiss when her lips met. Ramsey encircled her waist in his arms, crushing her to him. Her hands tangled in his thick dark hair. The kiss unfolded, languid and liquid, tortuous and slow. It had the opposite effect on their blood, inflaming them both. Aya shivered despite the heat. Their tongues met and surrendered to each other.

Reluctantly she pulled away from the kiss. She wanted more. Aya licked her lips as her eyes traveled up Ramsey’s body. Her eyes widened slightly with pleasure as she noticed the bulge barely confined in the man’s trousers. She bent and kissed his stomach lightly as she unbuttoned them, breathing in his warm, musky scent. Before removing them, she slipped her fingers under the waistband and reached for the tip of his cock. She found wetness and smeared it onto her fingers. She brought the digits to her lips, flicking her tongue out to taste it. Ramsey watched mesmerized as she sucked her fingers into her mouth and sighed. Only then did she slid the rest of his clothing off.

Aya knelt before him again, her eyes downcast.

“Zac Ocelotl , teach me. I have not been schooled in the ways of Xochiquetzal nor do I know your ways. Please…”

Her voice was as soft as the moonlight that filtered through the trees.

 

[kitsuke]

Jonathon Ramsey

"Only too gladly shall I teach you, Aya. I am sure you will find this education as enjoyable as I know I will." he spoke softly as he knelt next to her, "To give, you must also be able to receive."

He smiled as he enfolded her in his arms. "Feel our bodies as we embrace Aya... and respond as you deem fit." This said he began to touch her. Varyingly soft and rough. On her cheek, her neck, her hip, the swell of ehr shoulder blade, the ridge of her spine. Softly he circled her navel with one finger as he gazed raptly into her eyes. His hands coursed over her thigh and then brushed the swell of a breast.

"The simplest and perhaps least appreciated tool, my love. A touch. Feather light here," he said as he trailed two fingers across the tuft of light hair above her cleft, "or possibly a bit harsh." That same hand grabbed the hair cascading down to her shoulder, not too rough, but firmly yes. He tilted her head back and breathed in her ear. "So much can be done, my dear, in so many ways."

He trailed off as he let go of her hair and nibbled gently on her ear.