Through the Veil
Reggie finds her mother wrapped up in a cult and barely escapes with her chastity intact. Drugged and on the run, she is drawn by a wondrous song through a veil of fog and into a whole new world.
Jamison and Taggart are devoted to the task before them, finding and seducing the woman who is to be theirs. When they find Reggie already submerged in the bridal pool, they can’t believe their luck.
The pool serves one purpose, to prepare a bride for her mating by revving her sexual desire and need. Her body craves their touch, their possession, and that’s just what they desire as well. Let the mating begin!
Copyright @ Lacey Thorn
She kept running until she saw the fog rising from the ground. It grew thicker until it was like a veil separating her from the path behind her. She floundered forward hands out in hopes of preventing her from running into something. She prayed she wasn’t heading toward a ledge and serious injury or death if she fell. But just as suddenly as it appeared the veil of fog seemed to lift.
It was as if the veil had lifted something from her eyes. The forest around her seemed brighter, more colorful and alive than it had before. She heard the trickle of a waterfall and headed in that direction. The song had stopped and though that should worry her she felt as if she were safe now. It was hard to explain even to herself, but she felt like she was where she was supposed to be.
She came upon the pool of water and sighed in appreciation. It was in a lush garden oasis surrounded by rich green bushes and flowers. The water she had heard was from a waterfall that fed the pool from above. It wasn’t very big but appeared deep enough to swim in. Reggie wanted nothing more than to strip and jump in washing off all that had been done to her and all that could have been done to her, still would if she hadn’t managed to escape.
She made her way down the path that led to the pool and stood at the bank just looking into the clear water. She dipped her foot in and sighed as the water seemed to ease the burn in her foot. She ripped at the material in her hurry to lift it up and over her head just waiting to rid herself of what they had put on her. She sat on the edge dangling both legs in and felt the caress of the water on her legs.
It was as she imagined a lover’s hands would feel warming and stroking over her skin. She slid all the way into the water letting it embrace her as she slipped fully beneath its embrace. It held her making her body come alive everywhere it touched her. With a gasp she surfaced inhaling deep breaths of air into her lungs. Her hands rubbed over her body trying to sooth the burn she felt now.
Her entire body was alive and churning with desire. The more she moved in the water the higher the burn seemed to go. She swam quickly over to a rock that rested just beneath the fall of water. Hopping up she leaned back on it spreading her thighs so that the water fell onto her body like a million tiny hands stroking her flesh. It was so good and yet still it wasn’t enough. One hand moved down between her thighs while the other played with her breasts and nipples. She wondered if this was due to some drug that they had given her in preparation for her wedding night that had just kicked in.
Whatever it was she would probably jump the first thing that came upon her if her body didn’t settle down. For a woman who had never known a lover’s touch she certainly craved it now. She rubbed her thumb over her turgid clit and felt the flood of juice from her pussy as she orgasmed. But it wasn’t enough. She needed more, a deeper touch, something to fill her clenching channel.
She leaned her head back and closed her eyes as her fingers moved in and out of her pussy. She held her pussy lips open with one hand so that the water continued caressing her clit while she fucked herself with the fingers of the other hand. She needed more. Her eyes flew open and gazing up she saw two men at the top of the path she had taken down. They just stood there watching her as if they couldn’t believe that she was there.
They didn’t look like anyone she had seen in the camp where her mother had tricked her into going. They wore nothing but brown pants that might be leather or something similar. She couldn’t really tell from where she was. They had long hair, just past their shoulders where as all the men she had seen in the camp had worn military short hair. The color appeared to change as they moved in the sunlight. Brown, then blonde, then red and she realized as they moved down the path and closer to her that it held all of those colors.
They were big easily taller than her five foot five inch frame with broad shoulders and well formed arms. Hair spread across both of their chests and then thinned into a thin line that trailed down their six pack abs to disappear into the band of their pants where very noticeable bulges showed. She licked her lips as they squatted by the edge of the water and looked at her.
Chocolate. That was the warm color of their eyes. She licked her lips again and arched her breasts up into the water’s caress and wished it was their hands on her. She had no idea why she suddenly wanted these two men, but she did. Both of them. She had just run from one man, hoping to escape his touch on her body and now here she was craving the touch of another. Not just one but two. What was wrong with her?
“You need to get out of the pool,” one of them said and his voice was deep and seductive like a verbal caress to her senses.
“I can’t,” she whispered.
“The need will only get stronger the longer you stay in the water,” the other one said and though his voice wasn’t as deep it was just as stimulating.
“I think they drugged me,” she said.
“They?” the first one again. “I promise you that what you are feeling is from the waters of the bridal pool.”
“Bridal pool?” she asked gasping as the sexual desire raged through her body.
“The pool that you are in is the bridal pool,” the second one spoke. “It is used strictly by our women to wash in prior to forming a mating bond.”
“Oh, God,” she moaned. It seemed that she had left one cult behind only to find herself in another one. A mating bond? Her body was on fire and she was finding it hard to fight against the pull she felt to leave the water and join them on the banks.
“Are you saying that you do not know of the pool? That you are not promised in a mating bond?” She was beyond knowing which of them was speaking now. Need burned thick and strong though her making it hard to focus on anything but her body.
“No,” she moaned.
“But it is forbidden to be here unless you are to bond,” one of them said.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“I am Jamison Ballard,” the first one with the deep voice said. “And this is my brother Taggart. What is your name?”
“Reggie,” she breathed out.
“Such a harsh name for such a beautiful woman,” Taggart said.
She chose to ignore that. After the past day she was damned if she wanted to be called Regina by anyone again. “Where am I?”
“You are in the valley,” Jamison spoke softly. “White Valley.”
“I’ve never heard of White Valley,” she said. She hadn’t spent much time at the national park and even less once she hit her teen years. Still growing up she’d never heard anyone mention a place called White Valley.”
“Only those worthy can enter the valley,” Taggart told her.
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