Page 198 of Gladiators of the Vagabond Boxset

Noa

Luka had a killer body. I’d seen it before when he’d shamelessly paraded around in that clingy, tiny robe.

I’d seen his bare chest, the deeply defined abdominal muscles, the curve of his pecs, and those pretty biceps.

He was sleek, but he was strong. With his anthracite skin, he glittered like silver, his incredibly long black hair like a blue-black, glossy satin sheet.

This time, he stripped completely, just as I’d brazenly done.

I finally got to see what he was packing, and—whoa—nothing had prepared me for the fact that he had not one, but two dicks.

Two! One above the other. The top one was a little smaller, but still thick, with dark, silvery skin stretched tight over the turgid flesh.

The lower one was as thick as my wrist and long, too, looking like it was going to fit just right.

My mind spun with all the naughty possibilities those two appendages opened up.

When he surfaced from the water, swinging his long hair out of his eyes, he looked like he fit right into this cave.

He looked primal, a little dangerous, more like a warrior than a doctor.

I felt stalked when he approached, and this tiny thrill of anticipation almost made me consider backing away just to see what that would do.

He curled his hands around my waist, grabbed me firmly, and slowly lifted me into the warm pool with him.

I felt the slick slide of his skin against mine, felt the heat of the pool soak into my bones and ease the tired aches and pains, the scattering of bruises I’d collected in my struggle with the Dumb Duo.

Then he dipped down, and his mouth covered mine.

I gave myself up to that kiss, surrendering to that moment, to his mastery.

Here in the dark, in this cave, I was going to take all the pleasure he was willing to give me.

This wasn’t a silly, poor girl depending on her rich beau to save her; this was a partnership.

He pulled back far too soon, so I clutched at the long strands of his hair, trying to pull him back to me.

A devious little smirk curled his dark lips, just enough to reveal the pearly white tips of his sharp canine teeth.

That smirk was a little evil—and if I were to believe his empathic skill (and I did)—he probably knew exactly how desperately I wanted to keep kissing him.

How desperately I already ached to be filled with his cock, no, both of them.

The thought alone sent a thrill of excitement up my spine as I imagined how he’d fuck me.

“Easy, Noa, I’ll take care of you,” he murmured, allowing me to pull him close just enough that he could brush his lips against my skin as he spoke.

“I will fill you with my primary cock, I will make you howl in pleasure, and after, I’ll fill you with both and do it all again.

” At his dark promise, my skin broke out in goosebumps despite the warm water surrounding us.

Pulling my legs up, I curled them around his slender hips and pressed my core against the double bars of his engorged cocks.

“Why wait?” I demanded, hissing in pleasure as my clit rode against the ridge of his cock head, the bigger one. Even in the water, he was warm, a delicious friction against my nether region. He pulled back with a laugh, untangling my legs from around his hips, that devilish smirk on his face.

“Let’s get clean first,” he told me, which was obviously the smart thing to do, even if what I had in mind was so very, very dirty.

Luka was inventive and caring, guiding me to float in the water with my head draped over his arm.

A thrill shot down my spine when I caught the way his eyes lingered on my boobs, on the curling vines and the tiny white flowers that decorated the upper slopes.

“This is an old trick. Watch,” he murmured. He gathered soft, fine-grained sand in one palm, then gently scrubbed it into my hair and skin. It seemed counterintuitive to rub more dirt into my skin, but it was working, I could see the swirls of ash covering my skin disappear like magic.

When he let me up, my skin was softly scrubbed, his hands having wandered everywhere until my entire body glowed and tingled.

I spun on him, clutching his body like a little monkey, and insisted on returning the favor.

His hair was twice as long as mine, but it was somehow tangle-free and silky soft.

Touching his body everywhere was no hardship either.

To run my fingers over the ridges of his pectorals, his defined abs.

He hissed when I ran my fingers along that V-line from his hip into his groin, and then I ran my fingers over his excited upper cock.

Marveling at the softness of his skin and how hard that appendage felt, I needed my second hand to grab his bigger lower cock, fisting it tightly and giving it a few tugs.

He let out a low growling sound, his eerie, completely black eyes sliding shut and his head dropping back on his shoulders.

I had to balance on my toes on the smooth rock bottom of this pool to manage to keep my head above the water.

Luka’s hands found my hips and held me tightly, his entire body shivering in response to how I touched him.

I had never felt as powerful as this—knowing I had him in the palms of my hands, literally—that I was the one deciding whether to continue this or not.

As the thought crossed my mind, his eyes flicked open. He gave me a deep, sultry look from beneath half-mast lids. “I do believe we’re clean,” he murmured, then hauled me out of the water, displaying impressive upper body strength as he lifted me onto the ledge in a single motion.

The trip back to that first cave, with our pile of things—including soft blankets to lie on—was mostly a blur.

Luka threw me over his shoulder as we made the trek in nothing but our birthday suits, his hand curling around my butt so his fingers could tease and stroke my wet folds as he jogged.

I let my own hands roam down the smooth curve of his spine, over the rounded, muscled globes of his ass.

I felt like I was floating for a moment as he shifted me off his shoulder and onto the spread-out pile of blankets, and then he was on me.

His body covered mine, his weight pressing me down, pinning me.

I didn’t feel so in control now, but seeing the feral gleam in his eyes, I wasn’t scared.

His mouth descended on mine, and I opened eagerly to meet the thrust of his tongue.

Everything ceased to exist but the sensations he created in my body, the feel of his smooth skin beneath my palms, the heat of his cocks pressing into my belly.

His palm was smooth when he cupped one of my breasts, then he pulled away to nibble down my throat, to suck a beaded nipple into the wet cavern of his mouth.

A little thrill tingled in my belly when I felt a fang scrape my skin, this man was more than human, he was a little dangerous, different.

Arching, I pressed my boobs into his face, eagerly raking my nails down his back.

He made his way lower, lapping at the bottom of one breast and nibbling across my belly until I laughed, pushing at his head because it tickled.

He gave me a mischievous look, leaned in as if to do it again, and then shocked me when a finger pressed against my drenched core.

“Luka!” I called out, but that dissolved into a moan as his mouth found my slit, his clever tongue licking at my little pearl.

The sensations were intense, and he wasn’t playing around now.

He was more than just an instinctively good lover, he knew exactly what he was making me feel, and he used that knowledge to his advantage.

Quickly finding the right pattern and the perfect amount of pressure, he had me spinning into an orgasm in no time at all.

At the apex of that shattering release, he curled his finger into my core and found that bundle of nerves on the inside with eerie precision.

I saw stars, my orgasm extending until I wasn’t sure if it was one release or two running into each other.

It took a moment to relax my thighs, which I’d clutched around his ears so tightly he probably couldn’t even breathe.

When they fell open, my legs as limp as noodles, Luka emerged with a Cheshire grin, smiling so wide that I could only smile back in turn.

“You are beautiful,” he declared. “And you taste…” He growled the last word.

His fingers sliding through my wet folds, he brought those glistening digits up to his mouth and licked them clean with satisfaction.

The sight of that made me want to pounce on him.

It made me want to ride his face or those pretty double cocks.

He read my intent, Luka was proving just how good he was at knowing my moods.

Sprawling on his back at my side, he spread his arms with a devious grin.

“Come and get it, then.” The taunt was enough to get me to move, to sit up on my knees and take in those proud erections pointing up at the cave ceiling.

I was going to ride those, but I’d start out with that bigger one first. I had a feeling that his second, slightly smaller one was going to feel amazing rubbing against my clit.

I slung my leg over his hips, straddling his thighs, and eyed his erections.

I curled one fist around the bigger one, pumping it twice to the sound of Luka’s sharply drawn breath.

Lifting up, I aligned the thick head with my drenched opening.

Our eyes met, the connection intense as I started to lower myself down.

His dark eyes glittered in the soft yellow light from Pato’s sunstones.

My body stretched, aching to be filled. He was too big to go in easily.

It had been too long since I’d last had sex.

Then the head of his second cock brushed through my folds.

I shivered as a sharp lance of pleasure shot through my abdomen, my body convulsing and taking him deeper.

His hands folded around my hips, holding me in place.

I wanted to press on, take him all the way, but he held me still with a devious smirk.

“Yes, I promised I’d fill you. Easy now, don’t want you to hurt yourself.

” His words seemed to imply that he was going to take this slow, but his hips surged up in a quick, shallow thrust, then another.

One cock dragged along my inner folds, the second one rubbing against my clit.

There was no resistance now. A few thrusts, and he was in me to the hilt.

For a moment, he let me grind myself against his pelvis, my fingers pressing his upper cock against my clit, rubbing along the head.

An orgasm spiked through me, catching me by surprise.

At my hoarse shout, Luka lost all semblance of control.

He made a low growling sound deep in his throat as he rolled us, pinning me beneath his much larger frame.

His upper cock pressed tightly against my clit between our bodies, slickly rubbing against me with every pump of his hips.

He pinned my hands above my head, ensuring I had no control now, but I didn’t care, I loved it.

As a third orgasm crashed through me, my legs clutched him tightly, his body stuttering, his pace erratic.

I could only hang on to him as the sensations washed through me.

Then he came, shouting my name. His cock coated my insides with his seed; the second cock, pressed against my clit, blasted more of it along my belly.

I felt claimed, owned. Sex had never been this way before.

We lay together, panting for breath. He supported his weight on one arm, his body gracefully poised above me.

Our eyes met again, and I felt like electricity sparked up my spine.

What was this—this connection I felt with him?

I turned my head and closed my eyes, scared to give in to that kind of intense feeling.

Luka didn’t press me; he just pressed a soft kiss to the curve of my cheek before he slowly withdrew.

I instantly missed how it felt when he filled me, but I didn’t feel alone.

He curled up on his side next to me and gathered me tightly in his arms. “Sssh, sleep for a little, Noa. We will clean up later. Rest. We are safe.”