Her days and nights without a man had her body lit like a fuse sizzling toward the ultimate explosion. Which was just as well, since he could tell there would be no holding back his own coming whenever the thick load in his balls decided it was time to blast free.
He jerked away from the moist socket of lust, then crammed his way back into the soft folds of flesh. She bucked and grunted. The heated softness of her ass swirled against his crotch, twirling his swollen cock within the fiery core of her quick. As they picked up the age-old rhythm, he could feel the excited bulge of her clitoris, but knew it wasn't getting the attention it wanted.
His arms encircled the bunching woman's waist. Roughly his fingers plunged into the open slit of her manhole. Probing around the top of her anxious cunt, he found the tiny nubbin and fondled it.
Over and over he flung himself into the damp slash of her cunt, as his manipulating fingertips rolled and played with the swollen bud of pleasure. She squealed and began to fuck herself on his pounding shaft.
She pushed and pulled. She grunted and groaned. She embedded the hard column of manhood deep within her belly. She yanked away from him, then threw herself back. She bucked and twitched and twisted herself toward the desperation of her release. Violently, wantonly she abandoned herself to the fire that consumed the sweet cleft of her loins.
When she came there was no holding her back. It was as violent and shattering as her love-making. He hung on to her to keep from being thrown from his delightful mount. His cock exploded with her cunt. He jetted into her trembling hole. Grateful for the release he had wanted over the past weeks, he creamed like a schoolboy just entering his first pussy. He blasted and filled her, emptying at least a gallon of thick come into her sucking gobbling cunt.
They collapsed to the carpeted floor, one on top of the other, panting and moaning and trembling in the waves of fulfilment that controlled their quaking bodies.
Chapter 11
Since mid-morning, Ponkert had been with the King of Lindakar, Rololf.
Jan, after her own discussion with her husband, had been with them for two hours, then had left them alone. That had been four hours ago. And despite his preconceived hate of the bastard that had kidnapped Elf, the Earthman had to admit he liked the man.
Rololf's stature was somewhere between his and Tomar's. He was very definitely a man with an air that commanded. It was easy to see Jan's attraction for the Kellerian. Jan was one woman that grooved on being commanded. Likewise, he could see how this near-barbarian would find Jan to his tastes. He was a man, a real man that cared more for nature than ruling a kingdom. His world was the outdoors, not the administrative duties of a ruler. His want to improve Lindakar, and Jan's ability to do so, were well-matched. Not to mention the fact that Jan's sexual appetite equalled, if not surpassed, his. Not a bad attribute to seek in one's wife, the Earthman thought.
For the past four hours they had shared tales and adventures, each feeling the other out without fencing for a dominant position over the other. Ponkert realized that, given the time, Rololf could grow to be a trusted and valuable friend to have on a planet such as Keller. But the Lindakarian king had artfully maneuvered the conversation from any mention of either Elf or her home city of Hort. Ponkert's attempts to bring up the subject had been skilfully avoided and replaced by other topics. So when Rololf abruptly began to explain his position concerning the captive princess, Ponkert was taken so off guard that he could do little but listen as the king spoke.
'Throughout our history, Lindakar and Hort have been enemies. How or why the feud began has been long lost to the memories of men. But that does not alter the fact that hatred exists and has long dwelled in the hearts of both Lindakarians and Hortians,' Rololf explained.
His eyes searched Ponkert's face, and finding he had the Earthman's full attention continued, 'But just because it has always been so, does not mean it is right. Nor does it mean that I have any wish for such events as useless battles that rob my kingdom of young men. If there has ever been a time for a play for peace it is now. There have been no warring encounters between Hort and Lindakar since Tomar assumed the throne.'
'While I can not speak for Tomar,' Ponkert interjected, 'I know the man.
He, too, is peaceful and with the release of his daughter, I am sure I can negotiate a treaty between your two cities… '
Rololf waved him into silence. 'Do not put words in my mouth. A treaty would be good. It would open up trade between our sister realms and increase our strength from outside attack… '
He paused momentarily, then began again, '… but it is not that simple a matter. I cannot just release the Princess Elfgwynne into your custody.'
'Why!' Ponkert demanded, perplexed by the ruler's words.
'Are you deaf, man!' Rololf half-shouted with irritation. 'Haven't you listened to my words? You can't wipe out centuries of blood and hate just like that. I have grown to enjoy my seat upon the Lindakarian throne. If I turned Elfgwynne over to you, my head would hang from the highest tower in the palace by the morrow's morn.'
'Then what are you proposing?' Ponkert urged him to proceed.
Rololf's dark eyes peered into his; there was a sad determination about them. 'There are two courses to take. First, you, like my queen, are not of our world, as hard as that is to believe. I know it to be true. Since that is the situation you should leave Lindakar and Kellerian problems to the men of Keller.' Ponkert suppressed the urge to plant his fist in the middle of Rololf's face. He didn't like the idea of being told to leave the woman he had helped place in a bad situation in that position.
And he damn sure didn't like being told he didn't belong on Keller. He had always found a spot for himself no matter what world he was on.
Keller was no exception!
'Out of the question' he granted, knowing his face flushed with his anger at the suggestion. 'What's the other alternative you spoke of?'
'A duel… ' the words rolled from Rololf's lips with hesitancy, '… a duel between a champion of Hort and a champion of Lindakar. The winner takes Elfgwynne. Freedom on one hand, slavery on the other. It is the only way my people will accept the release of the princess without revolting against me.'
'Agreed,' the Earthman nearly shouted.
'Good. Jan said there would be no denying you. Your decision increases the respect I have found for you,' Rololf nodded. 'I do not like having to place one of my queen's friends in such a position, but there is no other way. If you win, I expect that you will take my message of peace to Tomar.'
Ponkert now nodded, 'Yes, I have no wish to leave Jan in a kingdom that could be torn by war without notice. But as to the duel. What are the weapons?'
'None,' the ruler replied. 'Bare hands and to the death!'
Bare except for his home-made jock strap, Ponkert stood inside a dirt-floored arena. The battle area was within a large domed building.
He was alone except for Rololf and Jan, who sat above in the royal box.
With them were ten witnesses to his and the Lindakarian king's agreement. If he won, there would be no doubt as to the legitimacy of the victory. Likewise, there would be no shadow over his death. He shivered at the last thought and began to put himself through some warm-up exercises.
As he flexed his muscles and tried to drive some of the tenseness away, he attempted to imagine the champion Rololf had selected. As a whole, Rololf excepted, Kellerian men were slightly smaller than the men of Earth, but they were stocky and their strength equalled that of their not so distant cousins back home.
He had no more than a minute to let his imagination wander. A camouflaged gate in the opposite end of the arena swung in, and Lindakar's champion loomed out. Ponkert blanched.
This wasn't a man, it was a monster! Standing an easy seven feet, complete with shaven scalp, his opponent
