Passion’s Journey: Guest Dick

Tera tucked the children in and looked out the window, over the valley that lay beneath their town. She always worried when Sean traveled down to hunt. She watched for lights below as night began to fall, but the valley was cast into shadow as the sun passed below the mountains behind her.

It might have been because he was already coming up the hill, or because he was in some dangerous situation, but she could see no glimmer of fire or hint of smoke. The easterly wind was rising against the peaks, a storm brewing. She glanced out the window continually as she prepared a meal for two, just in case he was already climbing the cliff path back to their village.

She ate as the rain began to fall, hoping he would be okay, stay warm, but a part of her was angry and suspicious. She knew why he would remain in the valley in the rain, and she knew that it shouldn’t bother her. Raised in this town lacking any belief in monogamy, she should be able to accept that his body was his own; it was against their way to place any restrictions upon oneself for the sake of a sexual partner. Still, she couldn’t help how she felt. She only wanted Sean, and she wanted him to be with only her.

After placing the leftover portion in a container, Tera was just about to sit down in the soft chair in their receiving room with a book when the door opened. Sean smiled as he breathed in deeply through his nose, drawing back his hood. Tera rushed to him, but stopped when another man came in, a stranger. She stepped back, wary, offering him a traditional welcoming bow. She watched with a frown as he tossed his wet cloak over the nearest wooden chair.

“Best be careful,” Sean said, hanging his coat on a hook. “Tera gets irritated if a man doesn’t pick up after himself.”

“Perfectly reasonable,” the man said, casting a glance and a little smile her way as he sat in the chair. Sean was anxiously silent, even holding his breath, as he waited for her to react. The man smiled a little more when it took her a moment. She could hear rainwater drip from the cloak onto her wooden floor. “Seems the least I can do, really, after being invited into your generous home. Still not going to, though.”

Sean hurriedly took it and tossed it up next to his own before Tera could react. “This is Evan,” he said. “He’s traveling to the tournament.”

“Well, I was,” the man corrected lazily. “I lost my medallion, so now I guess I’m just… travelling. You know, going from place to place, leaving messes behind.”

Sean laughed nervously, still searching her face for reactions, anger. Tera was so baffled by the rude behavior that she couldn’t even feel the indignation she knew she should. “Welcome,” she said coolly.

“We bagged a boar and two deer,” Sean ventured. “Evan helped me bring them up, so I invited him to spend the night.”

“He invited me to all kinds of things,” Evan told her.

“Oh, did he?”

“He offered me your cunt, if you’d have me,” Evan said, shrugging and smirking. Tera clenched her jaw, glaring at Sean. “It wasn’t quite the generous offer I’d imagined.”

“Now hold on,” said Sean.

“I just mean that she obviously isn’t going to go for it,” glancing at Sean, he finished his laces and tossed the boots off. “I concede defeat.”

Tera, still angry, thought ‘good’ and meant it, but she was suddenly curious about what made him so sure. “I’m glad we got that out of the way. Now we can enjoy what I’m sure will be an evening of intelligent discourse and impeccable manners. I suppose Sean offered you a meal as well?”

Sean shrugged miserably as he moved toward the kitchen. “I’ll get us something to eat.”

“What a guy,” Evan said once he had gone. “Do you mind if I ask what exactly you see in him, that keeps you from looking at anyone else?”

“I do mind,” Tera said. “It’s extremely rude. You have been horrendously rude this whole time, after my husband invited you in and…”

“Your ‘husband’? I don’t think that’s a word used in this town,” he cut in, smirking. He was right, of course, and it made Tera’s cheeks burn to have made the faux pas. “I know how things work here, the sexual barter thing. This is just how a man behaves when he doesn’t want to sleep with you.”

“Sexual barter?! Are you serious? None of the men expect…”

“No, not expect. But want. That poor bugger you’ve hooked would lick your boots if you asked him.”

“Picking up his own boots is not licking mine,” Tera told him in a voice she fought to control.

“Sure,” Evan agreed.

“I don’t pay him for the work he does around here with sex. I love him, and he loves me, and wants me to be happy.”

“Oh, he does,” Evan said. He crossed his ankle over his knee. “Does it make you happy when he screws those other women? How about when he tells everyone that he wishes you’d fuck someone else for a while so he could have a break?”

“I was joking about that!” Sean insisted from beyond the doorway.

“I know how he feels about it,” Tera said. “He can discuss whatever he wants with whomever he wants.”

“That wasn’t the question.” Evan çankaya escort finished removing his wet sock and dropped it on the floor next to his chair.

“It was a stupid question. I have one for you: did he make a bet that you could, or you couldn’t, get into my bed?”

“Couldn’t, obviously. I was confident at the time, having sex with this other woman, in fact, while we were talking about it. I built it up like some mythical treasure worth questing for, but now that we’ve met, I’ve changed my mind. I don’t think your pussy is worth how hard I’d have to work for it.”

“Excuse me?!”

“What?” he asked innocently. “Isn’t that the vibe you’re trying to put out? Like you’re too good for me? This is just me agreeing with you.”

“I don’t think I’m too good for anyone. I know how things work here, far better than you do, and I’m just as free to do with my body what I want as he is.”

“I get it,” he assured her. “Do you have any slippers I could borrow? Actually, a full set of clothes; that ‘husband’ of yours appears to be about the same size as me.”

“No, I have nothing for you,” she replied. “Your distain for proper manners relieves me any need for them.”

Evan shrugged. “That’s fair.” He stood, scooping up his boots and socks. He placed the boots on the hearth’s lap, though the fire was mostly on the kitchen side, and hung his socks on the laundry rack. Practically sitting on the furnace, he began unbuttoning his damp shirt, and glanced at her. “Better?”

“That’s a lot of tattoos,” she said as he peeled the wet fabric from well-built shoulders and pectorals. A six inch square seemed to be names, and he had eight fresh ones, names she recognized. Every woman who had been in the valley the last few weeks. “I thought Warens put them on their backs.”

“Like this?” Evan asked, turning to place his shirt on the drying rack. Tera gasped despite herself as he revealed his back. Hundred of names covered his smooth skin and she looked closely. At the top left, they were straight and clean, but as one moved to the right and down, many were crooked and some overlapping, a sure sign he had applied them himself. A cluster of four perfectly straight amid the chaos of his lower right back drew her eye and the names were ‘fuck you fuck face’.

“How many?” she asked breathlessly. A man could sleep with everyone of age in town and not come close to the number. “Are these all really…?”

“My score. I don’t count married women, so I don’t think I could count you. If you’re not worth a point, it’s not really worth trying.”

“Married? This town doesn’t have marriages. I misspoke when I said husband before.”

“You don’t believe that,” he told her. He turned back to her, stepping back to the hearth. “You’re more married than most of the official wives I’ve fucked. I don’t understand how a mindset like yours could have emerged in this town, but it’s weird how kids rebel. No matter the convention, some will set their minds dead against it.”

“I’m not a rebellious child,” Tera protested with gritted teeth.

“Not anymore, no,” he agreed. “But you were when you decided to only have one man. And there’s still that childish part of you that thinks he’s going to agree someday. Pretty egotistical if you ask me.”

“Why are you saying this stuff, man?” Sean asked as he delivered a bowl of food. “You’d think a man like you would know how to talk to a lady.”

“I know how to tell a woman what she wants to hear,” Evan said. He looked at Tera appraisingly, frowning slightly. “Not really interested.”

“What are you talking about?” Sean scoffed. “Was I wrong? Isn’t she beautiful?”

“Oh sure,” Evan admitted with a shrug. He took a few bites and glanced at her while he chewed. “She’s not bad looking. Just not my type.”

“Well, good,” Tera assured him, flustered.

“Good,” Evan agreed. “This is really good, man, what is it?”

“Noodles,” said Sean, slurping them up.

“Delicious,” Evan said.

The men ate in silence so complete, chewing the soft noodles became audible. “Is the spare room made up?” Sean asked awkwardly.

“No,” said Tera.

“I can just sleep in the master bedroom with you guys,” Evan suggested. “It’s goddamned freezing in here.”

“I’ll get you some dry clothes, and get a bed ready,” Sean sighed, taking Evan’s empty bowl. “I am so goddamned… disappointed.”

“Why? You were right, dude. She’s a one cock cunt. I still don’t know how it’s possible. But congratulations, man, you… win?”

“Yeah. Hooray,” Sean agreed glumly, returning to the kitchen.

“He really hoped he was wrong,” Evan said confidingly after a moment.

“He has let me know that many times,” Tera assured him. “He just wants to feel better about sleeping with other people…”

Evan glanced at her sharply, crookedly. He shook his head. “Is that really what you think? You are so wrong about him.”

Tera frowned at him, not quite patient as she waited for him to elaborate.

“You were right before; he wants you to be happy. cebeci escort He thinks you’re limiting yourself.”

“Well, that’s what he says…”

“He means it,” Evan assured her. “He doesn’t feel bad about sleeping with other people, and he has no reason to. Just like you would have no reason to feel bad about sleeping with someone else. Too bad feelings are about as far from reason as you can get.”

“You think I’m governed only by my emotions? I’ve thought this through, more than you’ve ever considered I guarantee it, and I don’t care what anyone thinks about my choice.”

“That much is obvious,” he assured her. “If you cared what he thought about things, you might have put some thought into his happiness.”

“I care deeply for his happiness!” Tera objected.

Evan rolled his eyes. “You’d do anything you could to make him happy? Is that really what you’re trying to claim?”

“Yes!”

Evan shook his head. “If that was the case, you wouldn’t hold your prudishness as some kind of virtue. You would accept that he likes the way of life here, and you would at least consider participating fully in your culture.”

“I like things about this town. Most things.”

“Except the things you hate without ever trying them.”

“You said you didn’t want to fuck me, so what difference does it make to you?” she demanded heatedly.

“Not much difference to me,” Evan admitted, shrugging. “But poor… what was his name?”

“Sean.”

“Yeah. How could he be happy with such a selfish wife?”

“I’m selfish?! He takes what he can get from practically anybody!”

“Yeah, he gives it away, and you’re hoarding it like you expect it’ll run out. Like I said, selfish. He was right that you’re pretty, but you’re so bitter inside it’s amazing his dick hasn’t been pickled yet, though not for your lack of trying.”

Tera, who had never raised a hand in violence to anyone, felt it fly on its own. She felt the hard sting of contact with his scruffy face in her palm. She felt good doing it, her heart beating hard and fast in an angry rhythm, and she raised her hand to do it again. The second slap was harder, throwing his head to the side. Watching his left eye tear up, his sharp inhale, she couldn’t believe what she’d done, and yet a hard time feeling bad about it.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” he asked her. “Touching another man?”

She hit him again, and he stood to take it. Smirking, defiant, he made her so angry, and yet it was more than rage coursing through her body, making her heart pound. She stepped toward him and he opened himself to her embrace, as soft and inviting as he had previously been cold and unyielding. His lips were gentle yet passionate as they came against hers. She drew back, shocked, as she realized what she had done. She slapped him one last time as though it could satisfy her lust for physical contact between them, but like her feelings for Sean, she felt desire out of her control.

She moaned in equal parts protest and excitement as he reached for her again, stroking her cheek. His smile was warmer, his eyes looking deeply, longingly into hers. Her breath came heavier as he cupped her breast softly, rubbing her nipple through her thin shirt with his thumb. “I… I thought you didn’t want me,” she whispered.

“I don’t particularly,” he whispered back.

Tera moaned again, closing her eyes as he kissed her neck. His outrageously bad manners should have infuriated her, and yet her body refused to feel anger. The pleasure growing in her filled her with confusion, which somehow only added to her excitement, the intrigue of this strange man and her lust for his strange body. The way he held her was as tender as Sean, and yet felt so different. She knew he didn’t care about her, he had never tried to hide it, so why did she care whether he wanted her? She was nothing more than a body to him, an object to please him. Why did the thought of that appeal to her more than all the men she knew that she considered friends?

“Take your shirt off,” he said to her, sliding a hand in the top. Her fingers moved to obey him, unable to resist. “He wanted to share you, I’m not sure he’d like it if we went much further without him here to see it.”

“I don’t care whether he likes it,” she said defiantly. “I’m free to do with my body what I want, just like he is.”

“Such a headstrong woman,” Evan said with gently mocking disapproval. “I like that almost as much as I like these.” He paused to kiss her nipple as he pulled the cup of her bra down. His flickering tongue moved sensually, feeling so different from Sean’s touch. “You’re really starting to win me over here. I think I might want you after all.”

Tera laughed breathily. She felt his arousal clearly in the firm pressure of his rigid manhood against her. Tentatively, she explored it with her fingertips and felt it harden and grow into her hand. Practically every man she’d met had told her something similar, and yet his admission seemed so much more significant than any other. She still çukurambar escort could not resolve her feeling of excitement at his desire, but she resolved not to let it bother her further.

“He was so sure he would be happy to watch you take another cock, do you think he still feels the same way?”

“I don’t care,” Tera maintained.

“Yes you do,” Evan whispered as he fondled her heaving breasts. His teeth brushed her throat before kissing there, then sucked gently on her earlobe. “You want him to hate it. You want him to be jealous as you are. You want it to drive him crazy that you could enjoy another cock.”

“Yes,” Tera admitted, moaning louder than before. “Yes, if this is what he wants, let’s see how he really likes it. I… I want…”

“You want a different dick, a new strange dick that will fill your eager body in new, strange ways?”

“Mm, yes,” she admitted. “It’s much bigger than Sean’s… I want it in me…”

“The fuck,” said Sean from the doorway. “That ‘start full-asshole then dial it back’ shit actually works?”

“Sometimes,” Evan murmured tightly into her neck. He sighed as she drew away, turning to glare at her partner. “I thought you wanted this, you idiot. Now you’re going to get jealous?”

“I’m not…” Sean said. He glanced at her, his face tense. “I’m not jealous, it just seems like an asshole thing to do. We may lay with everyone here, but we do it in love, and your tactics…”

“I love every pussy I fuck,” Evan assured him. “And they love me. You just don’t really want her to fuck anyone else, especially somebody so much better than you in bed.”

“That’s not true,” Sean muttered angrily.

“Oh, it’s not?” Tera asked. “You want me to fuck him?”

“Not him! Someone else is fine, but this guy… I heard everything he said to you, and he… I can’t believe you fell for it.”

“Fell for what?” Evan asked indignantly. “Everything I said was true. I thought these orgy towns were pretty open about feelings.”

“Orgy towns?” Tera said, but decided to ignore the outsider’s ignorance. She shook her head at her condescending, hypocritical lover. “I didn’t fall for anything. I felt a longing for his body, which was receptive.”

“Still is,” said Evan.

“He said something about pissing women off to get the blood up, and turning it to longing,” Sean said disgustedly. “After seeing it… fuck someone, anyone else. Please.”

Tera felt a rush of blood through her body. A sense of power over Sean that she had never experienced. She liked it. “You don’t want me to have sex with Evan now?”

Sean couldn’t say that; her body was her own. “I hate him, Tera. Please don’t fuck this dick.”

“What else would you have me do with a dick?” she asked. “No one asked you to watch.”

“Yesssss,” Evan murmured, putting his hands on her again as he stepped up behind her. He reached to her breasts and lifted them both from her open shirt. “How do you like that, asshole?”

“You’re just a dick,” Tera reminded him. “Dicks don’t talk.”

Evan shrugged. He kissed her neck as he took firmer grip on her full, heaving tits, squeezing her nipples until milk flowed. Her body felt afire. She felt as though she was melting beneath Sean’s fiery gaze, and she had never been so turned on.

“I’m going to take this dick,” she told Sean, staring into his eyes. She rubbed her ass against it. “This dick is so hard for me, and my pussy wants it bad.”

Evan reached between her legs to expose his member and all eight inches of it slapped her soaked panties. He gripped her breast hard as he rubbed it against her.

“You really want to watch me fuck this dick?” she asked.

“No,” he murmured.

“Then what are you still doing here? What is that little bulge in your pants?”

Sean placed his hands over his crotch.

“This one is so much bigger,” she moaned, rubbing it. “It’s huge and hard and throbbing. Can you see how hard it is for me?” Looking down, she giggled in delight as she saw the shining bulging head of his impressive cock drip eagerly. She raised her leg to display her sopping separation as her narrow underwear slipped into it. His darting eyes seemed concerned, maybe even conflicted.

“This dick looks tasty,” she said, leaning lower, and he let her go to her knees before him. Her body burned as she studied this strange dick, reaching toward it slowly. She brought it gently up to her lips and licked along the bottom to where a drop of clear fluid smeared across her tongue. “You were right, Sean, having fun with another dick is exciting. Do you like it, too?”

“That dick is so big,” Sean muttered breathlessly. “How did I not notice how big it was before?”

“It’s swollen,” she said. She licked it again, kissing it softly, as she stroked it. “I can taste my pussy on it, and it tastes like pure lust. Will you taste it, Sean?”

Sean crouched to kiss her, drawing her momentarily away from the taste of the strange, exciting dick. His taste was more familiar and brought a tenderness that was no less intense. “Please don’t let that dick into your pussy. Take mine instead.”

“Why should I have to choose? I want this dick, and yours.” She put her mouth on the large rod again, licking sloppily. “This dick is turning me on so much.” She reached for Sean’s dick, two thirds the length and roughly the same girth, stood ready and just as hard. “But your dick is turning me on, too.”