Sorry for the delay, everyone. Doing some major editing and formatting and being sick to boot makes me not feeling like doing shi-, er, anything. A big thank you to those still interested in my stories. While they may never go to print, it means a lot to know that people are interested in them. And now, back to the story!!
~Ghost~
Chapter 4
Village of the Amazons
Island of Theros in the Center of the Bermuda Triangle
"Jake!" the woman screamed as she reached for him with both hands.
She was being dragged into some type of temple, Jake assumed. She looked a lot like Tatiana but older. Was this her mother? Was he dreaming about Tatiana's mom? Blood streaked her face from a gash on her forehead above her right eye, and the sanguine liquid completely covered one of her arms. Her breastplate was broken diagonally from upper right to lower left and barely hanging onto her torso by a few threads.
Jake rushed forward to grasp her hands, but his legs felt like they were submerged in molasses. Before he could even get close, the older redhead disappeared through the inky black opening with a scream of terror, her final words ghostly bouncing around inside Jake's skull.
"Take care of my people!!"
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Jake's consciousness settled back to the forefront of his mind. He tried to keep hold of the dream he'd just had, but it slipped through his fingers like the finest granules of sand. He kept his eyes closed and listened for whatever it might have been that had woken him. There was a soft shuffling near the entrance to the hut, barely audible, and he risked a peek. He didn't see anything at first. The pre-dawn light cast ominous shadows over the floor through the cracks in the opening of the dwelling.
Another shift, and Jake honed in on the sound. He saw a faint shadow creeping across the room toward his bedroll. Too small to be a dinosaur. Too big to be an animal. He waited. His hand slipped under the blanket behind his head and grasped the grips on his 1911, just in case.
"Jake," came a whispered voice next to him. "My queen."
Jake felt movement as one of the amazon women, he wasn't quite sure which one yet, knelt by his bedroll. "It's, uh, king, not queen," he said.
"Queen Tatiana approved of this?" the woman's low voice came back.
That gave Jake pause. Not because he now realized this wasn't Tatiana, or even that he still didn't know who it was. It made him hesitate because if he was indeed supposed to be king of the amazons, why would he need approval from Tatiana over his title?
"Does it really matter?" Jake asked in a low voice.
"I...perhaps...no," the voice answered hesitantly.
Jake smiled. Lenore. Sestia wouldn't be so hesitant in her answer. "Is there something you need, Lenore?"
"I...no, my que-, king," Lenore said though she didn't move from where she knelt.
Jake rolled over to face her as he reached out in the darkness. He moved his hand to where he figured her arm was, intending to grasp it and move it down to take her hand in his. What he grabbed instead was flesh, soft and warm. Lenore's hand covered his and held it in place as she let out a little whimper. Jake froze, feeling her nipple grow hard against his palm. He immediately opened his hand so he wasn't groping her breast.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "I meant to grab your arm."
"No, my king," she replied. "I do not mind."
With her other hand, she reached up and gently closed his fingers again, even kneading her breast with his hand. Her breathing deepened.
"Lenore," Jake said in a breath.
Jake was hard as a rock, pitching a tent under the blanket he had draped over his crotch. His morning wood had already been poking up, but now that his hand was on this woman's breast, squeezing it by the direction of her hand, he was so hard it was bordering on painful.
"I am sorry, my king," she whispered and let out a little moan. "I could not sleep."
With his free hand, Jake ventured down between her legs. As his hands came in contact with her sex, he grinned at the deluge of wetness he felt mixed with the coarse pubic hair. He figured she would be fully naked. Lenore jerked and went rigid at his touch, letting out another small whimper.
"Because of this?" he asked, grinning in the darkness.
"Yes, Jake."
He slid a finger along her slit, pushing slightly in to just barely graze against her clit.
"And you're feeling a bit left out?" He asked again.
"Yeessss," she moaned softly as she started moving her hips against his finger. "I wanted to feel what my sisters felt, feel...ohhhh...what it was like...mmmm...what you were like."
Jake pulled his hands away from her, hearing her disappointed whine and feeling her fingers groping for his. Sitting up, Jake groped for her in the darkness. Feeling her shoulders, he reached up with both hands and cupped her cheeks. He brought her closer for a kiss. They both moaned when their lips met, and Jake wasted no time thrusting his tongue into her mouth.
Lenore's hands ran the length of Jake's body, exploring every rigid muscle, every crevice, until finally lingering on his rock-hard cock. Jake moaned into her mouth again as she grasped it and started stroking softly.
Jake's hands, meanwhile, had resumed their previous positions. One hand kneaded her breasts and played with her nipples while the other explored her most intimate area, the pad of his middle finger circling the opening of her pussy with gentle pressure while at the same time grazing her clit with the knuckle. Her hips were gyrating on his finger and she had to break contact with his lips to let out a long, shuddering breath.
"Somebody's jealous," Jake said, chuckling.
"N-not jealous, my king," Lenore countered with a whimper as her breathing increased. "O-overc-come with des-sire. F-for you."
Lenore went rigid, then, still as stone.
"What is it, beautiful?" Jake asked as he inserted his finger in her pussy just up to the first knuckle.
