Red Dragon

Episode I The Corsair

Chapter 3 The Seduction

Melissa watched Vandar’s eyes. In them was revealed both wonder and lust. He said nothing, and she trembled under the intensity of his gaze. Although no longer physically a virgin, mentally she was like the purest of young girls. In the sheer nightdress her every curve was revealed. She felt almost as if she was on display and wondered what impulse had made her so foolish as to exhibit herself before the corsair captain. Vandar seemed to sense her apprehension. Gently he reached out to touch her hair. “You are more beautiful than I could have imagined,” he said. “And I still do not know your name.”

“It is Melissa,” she answered, quietly, blushing at his compliment. In spite of her beauty she was unused to the ways of men. Her feelings were confused. She both wanted and feared Vandar’s attention. She felt like a little girl in the presence of this commanding and obviously virile man. She raised her head to look into his amazing blue eyes. Slowly he bent his head and touched his lips to hers.

It was the faintest of kisses, but it sent an electric thrill through Melissa’s trembling body. Time ceased to exist as the corsair captain took her in his arms. He kissed her again, this time with greater passion. A low moan escaped her lips as she curved her body into his. She gasped as her thigh felt the bulge of his manhood. For an instant she was once again very afraid. Vandar was much larger than any of the three men who had raped her. But her fears were lost in a rising passion as Vandar’s lips once more kissed her with such ardor that she feared her heart would pound through her chest. Then suddenly he swept her off her feet. As he carried her toward his large captain’s bed she clung fiercely to him as if fearing she would be dropped. As the softness of the bed embraced her she pulled him down with her.

Vandar’s tongue parted her lips, caressing her teeth and then intertwining with her tongue in an erotic dance. His hands moved over her hips and swept up over her ribcage, stopping just beneath her high, firm breasts. Melissa’s hands reciprocated, stroking the rippling muscles of his back before descending to his waist. Just below her fingertips she could sense the smooth, powerful muscles of his muscular backside. Fantastic images filled her mind as she imagined all that power driving into her. Suddenly she was very very wet.

Melissa’s fingers fumbled with the buttons on Vandar’s pants. At the same time, the corsair tugged the delicate laces holding the front of her filmy nightdress closed. The sheer material parted and she felt the touch of Vandar’s lips on her left nipple just as she unfastened the last button. Her quick intake of air signaled both her reaction to Vandar’s kiss and her shock at the thickness and weight of his formidable member. With her help, Vandar kicked off his pants and then rose above her so that he could pull her thin shift over her head. Then he settled himself between her legs.

Melissa tensed, waiting for the powerful thrust of his loins that would take her. But the surge of pain she expected never came. Instead, he gently cradled her and continued to explore her tense body with his hands and lips. He shifted slightly to the side so that his weight no longer pinned her to the bed and slowly moved his hand down her body, while at the same time continuing to tease her nipples with his tongue. Melissa did not know whether to be relieved or disappointed. The thought of Vandar’s proud organ within her made her ache with desire, but at the same time she was very afraid. Her rape only a month earlier was as fresh in her mind as the day it had happened. For her sex held only pain and fear. And yet, her body betrayed her as she longed to feel the corsair captain within her.

A soft whimper escaped her lips. Vandar’s hand had descended to the soft rounded contours of her abdomen and had settled on her mound of Venus. Gently, he cupped her genital region, giving it a gentle squeeze. It was almost more than she could stand. She gripped his powerfully muscled back and arched her body toward him, in an unmistakable invitation. But Vandar would not be hurried. Teasingly he slowly parted the pink petals of her labia and inserted a single finger within her, while as the same time softly kissing his way toward her nether region.

“The gods!” Melissa exclaimed. His touch was pure torture, and then his mouth was at her gates of passion. The touch of his tongue on her tiny clitoris sent a thrill of carnal desire through her. She screamed, unable to control herself and pulled his head hard into her. Her legs spread wide as she prepared to receive him, and at last, Vandar moved over her poised to drive into her well of passion.

“Aaahhh!” She cried out, not in pain but at the unbelievable sensation that tore through her body as he thrust into her. Where she had expected pain there was only indescribable ecstasy as her vagina closed about his member like a velvet vise. Wrapping her legs around him she sought to impale herself fully on his mighty lance. She did not even notice the slight pain, as her satin walls were spread wider than anything they had yet experienced.

Vandar responded to her ardor with equal fervor and for a time both partners were locked in a wild rutting that resembled that of animals in heat. Melissa’s body shuddered as a mighty orgasm ripped through her and Vandar cried out as her powerful muscles contracted about his member. Then she screamed again as a second orgasm took her, and then a third. In rapid succession she experienced two more contractions of her vaginal canal. The last finally triggered Vandar, and with a groan of sexual fulfillment, he climaxed, filling her with his seed. Drained, but unbelievably content, Melissa pulled her lover to her, and closing her eyes, fell into an exhausted sleep.

Melissa opened her eyes. Sunlight flared in through the large stern windows, washing over the body of her lover. She grimaced a little as she shifted position. After the first time, she and Vandar had awakened and made love several more times during the night. There was a gentle throbbing between her legs, but the slight tenderness brought back wonderful memories. Gently she ran her hand over Vandar’s back. After the first time, they had made love less urgently. The corsair captain had taken his time and had shown her several other forms of sexual pleasure. She lowered her head and kissed his back. It had been quite a night, and one that she was more than willing to repeat.

Vandar stirred. “You awake, again, you hussy?” he said in mock irritation. He pulled her toward him and kissed her lips. Melissa returned the kiss with passion. He groaned in pretended protest. “Don’t you ever get enough?”

“Perhaps someday,” she smiled. She was already moving her hips into him.

“You randy wench,” he grinned, “I’m going to give you a workout that will satisfy you for more than a few hours.” A few minutes later, Melissa’s passion-filled screams showed him to be as good as his word.

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