The Immortal, Volume 1
Copyright© 2021 by INtrinSicliValud
Chapter 36
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 36 - Having outlived yet another wife, Jim is a lonely widower. When new neighbors arrive, he shunts aside his solitude to rejoin the world he protects, and has protected for several thousand years. He rediscovers old talents and skills, using them to bring pleasure to himself and others along the way. (2nd edition with updated prose uploaded 03242026.)
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Reluctant Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual CrossDressing Fiction Paranormal BDSM MaleDom Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Water Sports Public Sex
With my shrinking length still trapped within Mandy, she sat in my lap, resting warm, naked curves against my chest. While the sexy imp’s breathing had slowed and the pulsating of slippery tightness had become gentle ripples, sunset was fast approaching. Kicked up by a stronger gust, dust swirled around the Jeep.
“On the phone, I was only teasing,” I murmured into wavy silken tresses. “But it’d be no problem taking you back—”
“No!”
The suddenness and force of her response made me gasp. My grip tightened on the slender waist.
“Um, please,” she added in a hoarse whisper. “I want ... Jim, I need this, please. Just us. Tonight. Under the stars.”
“Out here, gonna get pretty cold at night.”
“Hmm, got my handsome heater.” She twisted to press soft lips onto my skin.
I chuckled into her hair. “Okay, you’re the boss.”
“Oh, really?” She giggled, then gave me a playful nip. “Hmm, that’s not what I remember.” When I kept silent, she ran her tongue over my nipple and sighed. “Sorry. Um, just couldn’t bear to be with Charles tonight. Not after...”
Her voice disappeared into panting breaths as my fat cockhead oozed from her slit. She shuddered, her head flew upward, and both glimmering blue pools locked onto me. Gods, that woman was gorgeous. At the press of my splayed hands on her warm spine, she snuggled tighter. Under my slow caresses, she leaned, pressing her lips to mine.
As we kissed, the world wandered off into a blurry, pale haze. Every rapid beat of her heart hammered sharp-tipped cones into my chest. At long last, she rose with a smile.
“Mmm, not after today,” she continued before leaning to sweep her tongue along my lower lip. “My God. At the gas station. Those hands and the oil. Out here, the spinning and”—she gulped—”you, um, facefucking me. And that ... What the heck was that?”
“A riding crop,” I whispered.
“Riding crop?” She exhaled. “Like for horses?”
“Yeah. Debbie loved it.” I shrugged. “Figured might be worth a try. If you don’t want it, won’t do that again.”
“Uh, it ... It was intense.” As she sat upright, a hand rose to trace my jaw with shaky fingers. “I’ve never ... Been hit by anyone for anything.” A fingertip slipped onto my lower lip. “Hmm, I think ... God, came so hard, pretty sure, um, I blacked out.”
“Tried to use light strokes, so as not to leave”—my view dropped to the faint red stripes on both tits—”much of a mark.”
“Those were light?” Her eyebrows arched.
“Yes.”
“Damn.” She followed my gaze and cupped a cone. Its darkened tip was still sharp. “Mmm, okay. No complaints, but keep it light, please.”
“You got it, boss.” I nodded.
At that, she chortled, but also sighed. “Did you really get that cop to strip me?”
“Yeah.” I chuckled, sliding fingers through luxurious dark hair. “Uh, that wasn’t part of the plan, but he was bored.”
“God, you’re so devious.” She gnawed at her lips. “Know how many times I came along that road? Fuck. The wind, blasting into me, then...” Her voice faltered; she exhaled once more, then tensed. “Would you really have sold me?”
“Maybe.” I laughed. “But like I told that guy, you are pretty hot. Hmm, so it’d have to be a hefty sum of money.”
“How much?”
Eyes twinkling, she leaned closer to place a kiss on my lips. I snorted and shifted my hands to her ribs.
“Considering you’re naked in my lap again.” My eyebrow arched. “Plus, a hard-fucking, cocksucking naughty little slut. Oh, I dunno, at least twenty bucks.”
“Twenty?” She laughed. “You bastard!”
Her fist punched my shoulder. My turn to find her lips for a quick kiss.
“Mandy, you’re priceless to me,” I said. “Wouldn’t sell you to save my life.”
For a brief second, the world halted. Every muscle in her body tightened, then those brilliant blue eyes flooded, and with a sniffle, she mashed her mouth against my lips. When my arms slid around those sleek, warm curves, she pressed into me with a shaky moan.
Yet, her chest soon was heaving, and the sobbing increased. At last, she pulled away to gulp air while running both hands along my cheeks. Shiny tears tumbled down her face, but...
No words passed between us. We didn’t need any. After a tremulous sigh, quivering heated loveliness settled back onto me. Within my tight embrace, the sobs soon faded.
“Sorry, Jim,” she murmured before pressing her mouth to my skin.
“For what?” I swept a shock of hair from her cheek. “After today, we both should be crying. You’re intense.”
“Me?”
“Yeah, you. Hardly said anything. And played all day. Wait until you see the recordings.”
When those vivid blue pools rose to me, I smiled. She sucked hard on her lips. One small hand caressed the slender leash still attached to her collar.
“Oh?” she whispered. “All that was, um, filmed?”
“Yep.”
After falling silent, she circled my nipple with her tongue while keeping those amazing eyes fixed on me. At the gentle but forceful squeezing of her bare thighs, I widened my grin.
“That’s right ... slut.” I chortled. “Between the hotel and today? Hmm, gonna be a much longer movie night on my couch.”
“In your lap, master?” The cutest giggle followed, and the sexy imp surged upward to find my mouth with hers.
Once more, time meandered away as we kissed, but at the arrival of a more forceful, chillier gust, I eased my lips from hers. Behind her eyes, a struggle raged. Ablaze with desire, yet also plenty of exhaustion. When she tried to hide a yawn, I nodded.
Neither of us spoke as my grip moved the wide-eyed beauty to the passenger seat and covered her with the towel. A careful twist and the golden rope was parted from her collar. Nor did we say anything as I stepped out to spread the padding inside the Jeep’s rear. After two bedrolls sat atop the thick cover, she only whimpered as my careful motions got her from the Jeep, then up into the bed. No sooner had she crawled into a bag than I zipped it closed.
Even as I turned to fold and stow the towel, quiet snores erupted from her.
“Yeah, good call, master,” I whispered before creeping back around to the front of the vehicle.
While scanning the final fading russet smear on the horizon, I strapped on a thick leather gun belt. A check of the cylinder belonging to a large-frame Jorgensen-Mackey assault revolver showed six rounds of Ultra-High Explosive Special. UHES could drop most anything.
Although we were far from the cave that had housed the non-associated bloodsuckers, they weren’t the only threats abroad in the desert. Yes, with Mandy near, wearing such a weapon in the open was a risk.
“But better safe than sorry,” I mumbled while setting up a small camp stove.
Whether or not I’d end up explaining, right then her safety was paramount. After placing a pot of canned soup on the flickering flame, this ancient warrior moved beyond its dim light to emplace a ring of the most modern sensors.
In addition, the drone went skyward. In patrol mode, the system’s programming was adjusted, and a second sat waiting on a small pad. Whenever the first landed to recharge, its brother would launch.
After a final check of everything, I returned just in time to pull the bubbling pot from the fire. Once a coffeepot sat in its place, slow pours filled two bowls. At the hair on the back of my neck bristling, every muscle tensed, and my gaze flicked around.
No threat.
Instead, shadowed by dark tresses, eyes were glimmering from the bedroll.
With the shadows deepening, my first thought was that she hadn’t noticed the revolver. However, when I turned to her, a bowl and a large metal spoon in my hands, her focus was laser-locked on the black leather holster at my hip.
“Um, don’t be worried.” I nodded at the darkness while walking toward her. “The critters out here can get feisty. Rather have the gun accessible than be mauled trying to find it. That’s all.”
Her brow remained tight as she shifted to keep me in view. As soon as I’d placed the bowl before her, she sat upright. Despite saying nothing, she ate while watching me ... and the weapon.
After groaning as I took a seat on the tailgate, the sense that she was still fixed on me kept tingles creeping along my spine. At the sound of loud slurping as she finished the soup, I twisted and nodded while exchanging my bowl for the empty.
Over the past few days, she’d more than earned whatever the hell the sexy, quiet woman wanted.
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