MANAZON (part three)
by Sasha Steele
Next morning Coral awoke with a piss hardon. Bolt was already up packing the sparse amount of gear he had. She crawled out of the tent and stretched. In the day light Coral saw that thick jungle undergrowth surrounded their tiny clearing.
"Good morning sweetheart," Bolt said. "Hope you slept well, we have a long way to go."
He stood and came to her. They kissed. Bolt took hold of the erection in Coral's panties.
"Is this for me?" He asked.
"I have to pee first," Coral said.
She turn away to go pee. He pressed against her from behind. Coral felt his hardness against her rear.
"Here, let me help you," Bolt said.
He reached around, withdrew Coral's cock from her panties and held it there. Her cock was close to full erection. Bolt pressed his face against the side of Coral's head. His breathing was heavy. He kissed her on the ear.
"Go ahead and pee," Bolt whispered.
Bolt's other hand was on Coral's pudgy stomach. He felt her tighten up as she bore down to pee.
"You're making this more difficult," Coral said, "but I like it."
She bore down harder. The strong golden urine of Coral's morning pee gushed from the slit at the end of her semi erect cock and the heavy stream twisted into the undergrowth. Coral sighed with relief at her release. Her gut tighten again and again with the few last spurts as she strained to completely empty her bladder. Finished her piss Coral turned to embrace Bolt with her cock now fully erect. They kissed.
"Okay," Coral said, "now you can have it."
Bolt sank slowly to his knees. He took Coral's big hard cock into his watering mouth. His head bobbed causing Coral's shaft to slide back and forth inside his mouth. Bolt had taken down his pants and was stroking his hard cock with one hand. Bolt preferred his right hand to masturbate. His left was on Coral's pantie clad ass. Her legs were slightly splayed. Her hands were clasped to the sides of Bolt's head.
As Coral's passion grew she began to undulated her hips faster, turning the blow job Bolt was giving into her fucking his mouth. Bolt liked that. Close to cumming, Coral's pace quickened more and her grip on his head tightened. Bolt was close to orgasm as well. His cock glowed red hot as his hand quickened and he masturbated himself with gusto. He came at nearly the same moment Coral stopped her undulating to pull his face tight into her crotch, an attempt to bury her cock even deeper down his throat while she came.
They returned to the campsite they had fled the night before. No longer needed by Tider, the main group's bearers where packing up to retrace their steps home. Tider had left one man back in case Coral and Bolt showed up. It was the one who had stripped her down. Bolt dispatched the man with his own knife. They took back their belongings and after a bath, change of clothes and something to eat, set off after Tider.
Half way to the cliff face they encountered the bearers from the lead group returning. That left just Tider with five soldiers and his long dicked boyfriend. An obvious ambush set up for Coral and Bolt left just three soldiers when Bolt took care of two more men with his knife. Tider must have planned another way home for himself and was parring down the group.
Nearly three days they had dogged the other's trail and for two nights they had fucked and sucked each other in their little tent. Coral was desperate to fuck Bolt's nice round muscle butt. She pushed for it a few times and Bolt had resisted. He was just not ready to cross that line, Coral reasoned and so stopped trying to push him. But that just made her need to fuck Bolt's ass all the more intensive.
They caught up to Tider camped at the mouth of the passage through the cliff face. Bolt waited for an opportunity to ambush them and was able to pick off two more of Tider'smen. Tider was wounded with a bullet in his leg. Dalton had fled into the passage. And Zeffertiti was nowhere in sight.
"Your only choice," Bolt said when Tider surrendered, "is weather your death will be particularly painful or a simple bullet in the head."
Tider said nothing.
"Good choice," Bolt said.
He raised his pistol and shot him, then went after Dalton. Half way through the passage. Bolt caught up to Dalton. After a few wildly fired rounds Dalton was out of ammunition. Bolt dropped his weapon to the ground as he approached Dalton.
"I'm going to enjoy this," Bolt said.
And when the fight was over Dalton was dead. But Bolt had no time to savor the moment. He heard Coral cry out. Felt a pin prick in his chest. Then everything went black.
When Bolt came around he was in an ornate palace of mirrors, white marble and gold ornaments. He had been stripped naked, bound hand and foot. His muscular legs were splayed as he was bent over a gilded bench. Bolt tried to break his bonds. It was no use. He was trapped.
A large group of dark skinned, well muscled men in short colorful sarongs congregated around a central figure - the Manazon and their heGoddess Nimphallus. All the Manazon had black curly hair that hung to their waists. They wore high heeled sandals on their feet and adorn themselves with a multitude of gold and gem articles of jewelry.
Their heGoddess Nimphallus sat upon his throne, an imposing figure. Larger than life, weighing perhaps five hundred pounds. His long tresses were a glistening white-blond. He wore a flowing white dress, sandals of gold and much more jewelry than did his followers. Nimphallus`s porcelain-like complexion was perfection in itself, smooth. flawless. His feminine face more beautiful than any mortal woman Bolt had ever seen.
The Manazon throng parted. Attendants helped their heGoddess to his feet. He walked the few paces to where Bolt was bound. The side slits between the front and back panels of Nimphallus's dress parted as he stepped exposing his massive yet flawless white legs. Nimphallus circled Bolt, assessing his prise captive. Bolt saw the tenting in the front skirt panel of Nimphallus`s dress. A cock causing such a bulge as this must be enormous Bolt thought.
The heGoddess stepped behind him. He spoke to his attendants in a tongue Bolt did not understand but Bolt knew what Nimphallus intended to do. Bolts heart raced as Nimphalluss attendants spread his ass cheeks for their heGoddess. Nimphalluss cock seemed impossibly large as it penetrated Bolts anus. He gritted his teeth and cried out in disbelief that his ass was being violated.
Beyond the discomfort of the maximum stretch of Bolt's annal ring, the insertion of Nimphallus's massive cock in Bolt's hole felt much the same as attempting to dislodge a gigantic turd in a difficult bowel movement. Only the offending obstruction in this case was moving inward not out.
For what seemed a lifetime to Bolt the heGoddess Nimphallus fucked him mercilessly. Yet, even with the peculiar feeling of such an enormous cock stuck up his ass, Bolt was not dispassionate. His own cock had grown hard. When Nimphallus finally came it seemed to Bolt as if his insides were afire. He felt full, completed somehow and gratified as his own cum splattered on the marble floor beneath him.
Nimphallus withdrew his enormous cock from Bolts backside and came face to face with him. The heGoddess's green and gold-flecked eyes were hypnotic. Nimphallus truly was beautiful. He raised a gold and diamond en clustered hand and blew gold dust from his open palm into Bolts face. Then, for Bolt, everything went black once again.
Bolt leaped back into consciousness. Coral was there.
"Welcome back to the land of the living," she said.
Bolt didn't acknowledge her.
"The Manazon!" he exclaimed, "Nimphallus the heGoddess."
"You've been in and out of consciousness two days," Coral told him. "Delusional."
Bolt rolled onto his knees. Tried to get his bearings.
Bolt, you've been poisoned."
Bolt shook his head trying to clear it.
"Poisoned? What happened?"
Coral told Bolt what happened. It went down like this: He had just let Dalton fall from the strangle hold that had broken his neck when the poison dart from Zeffertitipenetrated his chest. Instinctively Dalton grabbed his knife and opened a wound across the entry point, but the fast acting poison took him to the ground.
Coral had just caught up when she saw Zeffertiti with his long blow pipe. Coral screamed as he ran at the naked guide leader. Too late he caught Zeffertiti and pushed him head first into the stone wall. Coral had over thirty five pounds on the slender guide leader and so Zeffertiti hit the wall hard. But Zeffertiti was strong and jungle hardened. He sprang up at Coral like a vicious cat nearly knocking Coral off her feet.
Coral managed to grab a loose stick. He swung around wildly hitting Zeffertiti across the side of the head. The stick flew from his grip. Zefertiti half turned as he stumbled onto one knee but recovered quickly. Coral had to move fast in order to seized the opportunity. He grabbed Zeffertiti by his long hair with one hand and his long cock with the other, again driving him into the wall.
Then Zeffertiti, like a ragging animal ran at Coral and knocked him to the ground. Coral nearly landed on top of Bolt. Luckily he was able to grab Bolt's pistol and in shear panic emptied the entire clip finishing Zeffertiti who nearly fell on top of him.
Right from the start Coral had felt that Zeffertiti, a tribal witch doctor, was evil and had been responsible for the deaths of her colleagues. She had observed Zeffertiticlosely, noticed that the two leather pouches around his neck contained different powders. The red one was no doubt poison. But the brown one...Coral had witnessed Ziffertiti wet one of his long fingernails to withdraw powder from
it, which he then applied to a brush scratch healing it almost instantly. Coral snatched the brown pouch, dumped powder into Bolt's knife cut on his chest and prayed it would stop the poison from invading his system.
Bolt stood, still groggy. "What about the Manazon? I saw..."
"Delusions" Coral said, "things I told you about them. Come on."
Coral took Bolt's hand and led him to the passage's opening into the valley. Bolt was taken aback. The valley was nothing but blackened rock. Steam issued from deep fissures causing a permanent cloud cover.
"So they never were here?" He said.
"They were and left."
Coral showed him some hieroglyphs she had found on the passage walls.
"More clues to their existence," she said.
They discovered the hot air balloon that Tiber had planned to escape in. They set it up and followed the prevailing wind back to civilization. Bolt slept most of the voyage back, slowly regaining his strength. He seemed distance and Coral feared that their wild sexual fling may be over.
Bolt had business to attend and so it turned out they only had one night left before sailing for home. They decided to make a night of it. Coral looked magnificent in a new red and white floral pattern dress. Underneath she wore a satin corset garter belt with matching pantie and bra set.White pumps. Coral made sure her blond hair was just right - loose to her shoulders, her makeup seductive - red lipstick and nail polish, seams of her stockings straight. She wanted to be perfect for Bolt.
They ate dinner, talked over a few drinks. Bolt want to tell Coral something. She thought it was good by. Instead he told her the feverish dream he'd had about the Manazon and how the heGoddess Nimphallus had taken him.
"I want you to fuck me Coral," Bolt said. "I want you to fuck my ass."
When Coral took Bolt it was from behind. She watched as he stripped naked and positioned himself on the bed, his ass in the air ready for her. Coral lifted her dress, freed her rock hard cock from the confines of her panties and got on the bed positioned behind him.
Coral's cock didn't feel obtrusive as Bolt imagined Nimphallus's had been. It felt as though this was exactly where it was supposed to be. And as Coral fucked him Bolt knew that this is what he wanted, what he always had wanted and always will want. They came together, Coral's hot cum inside of him and Bolt's on the bedspread.
Bolt turned to her and whispered, "I love you Coral and I want to marry you."
"Oh Bolt," Coral sighed.
They caressed and kissed passionately, lovingly.
The End