Warriors of Poseidon 03 - Atlantis Unleashed

a darker hue in the center. A dangerous presence inside the colors of his soul.
    The Nereid.
    Is that you? she hesitantly thought the question. You are part of him, you know .
    Am I? came the sardonic response. Yet you love him and fear me.
    Love? She wanted to protest but the soul allowed for no prevarication. Only for the barest of unvarnished truths.
    Yes, love, she admitted. You are part of him, so I love you, too.
    A hesitation flowed through the colors toward her, but then a sense of denial. No. You could not love me, for I don’t deal in love. I will eventually overpower him, and I will take you in every way that I like.
    He flashed scenes at her, scenes of raw, furious sex. Images of her submitting to him in every way possible.
    She recoiled, but then the warmth of Justice‟s colors surrounded her and supported her again and she sent back images of her own to the Nereid part of his soul. I will take you, as well, she told him and sent him thoughts of warm and gentle lovemaking, interspersed with deliberately provocative scenes of wild and unrestrained passion.
    His aggression changed, tumbled into fierce desire, and then became joy.
    Yes, we will have each other, the Nereid said.
    Yes, I am yours as much as you are mine, Justice said.
    Their voices swirled together in the colors of Justice‟s soul, and Keely laughed and cried and crashed through her last fragile bit of hesitation into love.
    Finally, finally coming back to some sense of reality, she realized she was still clasped in his arms and his penis was still inside her. She lifted her head from his shoulder and started laughing. “We‟re stark naked in the middle of the jungle. This is something that has never happened to me before on any expedition. Not to mention that I have no idea how your legs are still holding both of us up.”
    He gently lifted her just a little ways and she felt his penis hardening again as he slid her back down his shaft. “Strong legs from long years of warrior training will serve me well, because I find I need you again.”
    She laughed again and pulled off her gloves. “I kind of forgot these before.”
    He bent his head and stared intently at her breasts, and heat rose in Keely again, shocking her since she would have guessed she wouldn‟t have the strength to feel desire again for at least a week.
    “How is it that I did not take the time to taste these lovely breasts?” he murmured, and then lifted her high enough that only the very tip of him was still inside her. As she squirmed, wanting him, needing him back, he caught her nipple in his mouth and sucked hard.
    Keely cried out, and her hot cream bathed the head of his cock. He needed her again and again and again; he would never have enough. He lifted his head long enough to spot a pile of their clothes and strode over to it, still holding her, his cock thrusting deeper with every step.
    Then he pulled out just long enough to lay her gently down on the clothes, rearranging them so that her delicate skin wasn‟t touching the vegetation. She stared up at him, her lovely emerald eyes glazed with passion, and he wondered for an instant if he were caught in some magical spell where every dream he‟d ever had was coming true in the form of this lovely human.
    If dream or fantasy, he decided he didn‟t care. She‟d touched his very soul and tamed the Nereid side of him, and he needed no reality except the one where he was so far inside her she could never forget him.
    He lifted her knees, positioned the head of his cock at her glistening entrance, and drove himself home, sheathing himself to the hilt until his sac smacked into her lovely ass and she cried out. Resting his weight on one forearm, he reached between their bodies and touched her, rubbed her own slickness against the center of her nerve endings until she cried out again.
    “I can‟t take any more,” she said, panting and whipping her head from side to side. “Justice, it‟s too much. Too much pleasure.”
    “Never,” he said, entranced by the way her nipples had hardened into two rosy peaks. “Never too much.”
    She lifted her hips, matching every stroke, making delicious moaning sounds that drove him insane with hunger, and he rode her—they rode each other—in a frenzied rhythm. He felt the exact moment her body tightened around his and knew she was on the edge, so he thrust harder and faster, murmuring endearments to her in a stream of frantic Atlantean. She had to know how much he