Framed and running for his life, Traveller Devereaux decides to follow his missing brother Dancer, using the clues he left behind when he disappeared. They lead Traveller to the mysterious Mystic Valley where the people are blue, the flora and fauna are decidedly odd, and the mating customs are definitely different. On his journey to the Valley, he is injured in a serious accident that traps him in a cave with his best friend, Bishop. Bish finds the hidden tunnel leading to the valley and takes Traveller to safety. Trav’s slow recovery allows him much needed time to adjust to the valley and fall in love with Wrenna, the woman chosen as his bond mate. When he finds out that she is related to the man who murdered his parents and siblings, he must choose between the woman he loves and her murderous grandfather. Sequel to Dancer’s Delight published by Cerridwen Press |
For several days, Trav apathetically accepted whatever his caretakers offered. His bones were beginning
to knit together and they no longer ached like fire. Llyon had healed his internal injuries to the point that
he was no longer in danger of dying. But he barely cared whether he lived or died. These people were
strange beyond comprehension. They fed him odd food, offered strange treatments and refused to
answer his questions. He’d kind of gotten used to the company of Wrenna who turned out to be a tiny red
haired woman but she’d been gone for a week without even saying good-bye. When he asked about her,
somebody just mumbled something about mid-summer. He closed his eyes to shut out the alien
surroundings.
Just as he was drifting into the more comfortable landscape of his dreams, his petite companion came in
and began removing his bedding. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked angrily as she whipped off
the sheet he clutched in his weak grasp, leaving him naked.
Wrenna fought back a smile. “Dai and Llyon say it’s time to start exercising those muscles,” she replied
briskly, completely ignoring his state of undress.
“Get out! Leave me alone! Can’t you see I don’t have any clothes on?”
She stopped what she was doing and gave him a very slow, thorough inspection from head to toe. He’d
lost some weight but he still had a fine set of muscles, especially that thick cock between his legs. “Very
nice. Too bad it doesn’t work,” she lamented, ignoring the slow wet curl of heat centered between her
damp thighs. He certainly was a beautiful man.
He rolled over, turning away from her gaze, unmindful that he now presented her with an interesting new
vista for inspection. “Get out now!”
She watched his taut butt clench and twitch. Oh, yeah, he needed to get well in a hurry! “When you can
get out of that bed and make me leave, you will be able to make the decisions. Until then, we will have the
exercises,” she stated firmly. “Do you wish to start on your stomach or your back?” Her fingers were
itching to touch him anywhere at all.
Like a small sulky child, he refused to answer, so she decided to begin just as he was. After gathering up
his beautiful light auburn hair in a single braid, she pulled it to the side, resolving to wash it for him later in
the week. Removing her meerlim to keep it from getting stained by the quoltania oil, she climbed up on
the gently swinging bed and carefully straddled his waist. Pouring a small amount of warm oil in the palm
of her hand, she proceeded to smooth it over his back, massaging it in slow soothing motions. Touching
him almost became a hypnotic exercise. Her breasts swelled and ached for his touch as her nipples
crinkled into tight little nubs. When she was done with his back, she moved on down his body, rubbing her
wet pussy over the rise of his ass until she straddled his hard legs. Her breasts brushed against him as
she bent over him, working the oil into the curves of his butt, smoothing the long tight muscles in his legs,
one taut section at a time, until she finished at his feet. Drawing a deep breath in preparation, she patted
his butt and directed, “Time to turn over now.”
Traveller had been slowly realizing that all this slow, sensual rubbing of his body by a naked woman was
giving him the hard-on from hell. Her damp pussy slithering down his back had nearly given him a heart
attack. Damned if he was going to roll over, waving his cock in the air! “I don’t think so sweetheart. Just
leave me like this!”
“I told you the rules. Until you can enforce what you want, we will do things my way. Turn over!” Sternly,
she controlled her expression, well aware of his state.
Alright! He thought. Let’s see how she deals with a hard cock! Rolling onto his back, he sprawled with his
legs spread out and his cock and balls on clear display. He was unprepared for what he saw. Wrenna
knelt at his feet stark naked and obviously aroused by her ministrations.
Wrenna! Are you trying to kill me? he demanded soundlessly.
She tilted her head and stared back at him with a slight smile. Just remember it goes both ways.
Completely ignoring his bobbing erection with heroic will power, Wrenna crawled up next to his ribcage.
She straddled his waist and began massaging his chest, lingering over the smooth muscles and savoring
touching his skin. Skating lightly over his hard pointed nipples, resisting the urge to take them in her
mouth, she moved down to his belly, and allowed the soft silky petals of her pussy to close around his
velvety cock. He groaned and reached for her taut pert nipples and gently tweaked them. After a few
minutes she sighed regretfully and moved on down his sore legs carefully massaging the tight muscles all
the way to his feet. By the time she finished, he was drowsily sliding toward sleep, even though his cock
was as hard as rock. She stared at his cock with longing, her mouth watering with desire. Silky cream slid
from her pussy, dampening her thighs.
He heard the rustle of the sheet, then the soft sensation of it sliding up his legs. Suddenly, he felt a warm
wet mouth engulf his penis, suckling it gently and he was shocked wide awake. Her tongue curled around
the sensitive crown and then with agonizing slowness, she released him, placed a soft kiss on the head,
covered him, slipped down from the high bed, grabbed her meerlim and walked away.
“What the hell was that?” he yelled after her.
She poked her bright head around the door, gave him a sweet smile and said, “A reward for cooperating.
I’ll be back to see you tomorrow.” And then she wondered if she was going to die from frustration before
he was on his feet. There was no question in her mind or body. He was her bond-mate.
to knit together and they no longer ached like fire. Llyon had healed his internal injuries to the point that
he was no longer in danger of dying. But he barely cared whether he lived or died. These people were
strange beyond comprehension. They fed him odd food, offered strange treatments and refused to
answer his questions. He’d kind of gotten used to the company of Wrenna who turned out to be a tiny red
haired woman but she’d been gone for a week without even saying good-bye. When he asked about her,
somebody just mumbled something about mid-summer. He closed his eyes to shut out the alien
surroundings.
Just as he was drifting into the more comfortable landscape of his dreams, his petite companion came in
and began removing his bedding. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked angrily as she whipped off
the sheet he clutched in his weak grasp, leaving him naked.
Wrenna fought back a smile. “Dai and Llyon say it’s time to start exercising those muscles,” she replied
briskly, completely ignoring his state of undress.
“Get out! Leave me alone! Can’t you see I don’t have any clothes on?”
She stopped what she was doing and gave him a very slow, thorough inspection from head to toe. He’d
lost some weight but he still had a fine set of muscles, especially that thick cock between his legs. “Very
nice. Too bad it doesn’t work,” she lamented, ignoring the slow wet curl of heat centered between her
damp thighs. He certainly was a beautiful man.
He rolled over, turning away from her gaze, unmindful that he now presented her with an interesting new
vista for inspection. “Get out now!”
She watched his taut butt clench and twitch. Oh, yeah, he needed to get well in a hurry! “When you can
get out of that bed and make me leave, you will be able to make the decisions. Until then, we will have the
exercises,” she stated firmly. “Do you wish to start on your stomach or your back?” Her fingers were
itching to touch him anywhere at all.
Like a small sulky child, he refused to answer, so she decided to begin just as he was. After gathering up
his beautiful light auburn hair in a single braid, she pulled it to the side, resolving to wash it for him later in
the week. Removing her meerlim to keep it from getting stained by the quoltania oil, she climbed up on
the gently swinging bed and carefully straddled his waist. Pouring a small amount of warm oil in the palm
of her hand, she proceeded to smooth it over his back, massaging it in slow soothing motions. Touching
him almost became a hypnotic exercise. Her breasts swelled and ached for his touch as her nipples
crinkled into tight little nubs. When she was done with his back, she moved on down his body, rubbing her
wet pussy over the rise of his ass until she straddled his hard legs. Her breasts brushed against him as
she bent over him, working the oil into the curves of his butt, smoothing the long tight muscles in his legs,
one taut section at a time, until she finished at his feet. Drawing a deep breath in preparation, she patted
his butt and directed, “Time to turn over now.”
Traveller had been slowly realizing that all this slow, sensual rubbing of his body by a naked woman was
giving him the hard-on from hell. Her damp pussy slithering down his back had nearly given him a heart
attack. Damned if he was going to roll over, waving his cock in the air! “I don’t think so sweetheart. Just
leave me like this!”
“I told you the rules. Until you can enforce what you want, we will do things my way. Turn over!” Sternly,
she controlled her expression, well aware of his state.
Alright! He thought. Let’s see how she deals with a hard cock! Rolling onto his back, he sprawled with his
legs spread out and his cock and balls on clear display. He was unprepared for what he saw. Wrenna
knelt at his feet stark naked and obviously aroused by her ministrations.
Wrenna! Are you trying to kill me? he demanded soundlessly.
She tilted her head and stared back at him with a slight smile. Just remember it goes both ways.
Completely ignoring his bobbing erection with heroic will power, Wrenna crawled up next to his ribcage.
She straddled his waist and began massaging his chest, lingering over the smooth muscles and savoring
touching his skin. Skating lightly over his hard pointed nipples, resisting the urge to take them in her
mouth, she moved down to his belly, and allowed the soft silky petals of her pussy to close around his
velvety cock. He groaned and reached for her taut pert nipples and gently tweaked them. After a few
minutes she sighed regretfully and moved on down his sore legs carefully massaging the tight muscles all
the way to his feet. By the time she finished, he was drowsily sliding toward sleep, even though his cock
was as hard as rock. She stared at his cock with longing, her mouth watering with desire. Silky cream slid
from her pussy, dampening her thighs.
He heard the rustle of the sheet, then the soft sensation of it sliding up his legs. Suddenly, he felt a warm
wet mouth engulf his penis, suckling it gently and he was shocked wide awake. Her tongue curled around
the sensitive crown and then with agonizing slowness, she released him, placed a soft kiss on the head,
covered him, slipped down from the high bed, grabbed her meerlim and walked away.
“What the hell was that?” he yelled after her.
She poked her bright head around the door, gave him a sweet smile and said, “A reward for cooperating.
I’ll be back to see you tomorrow.” And then she wondered if she was going to die from frustration before
he was on his feet. There was no question in her mind or body. He was her bond-mate.