Banished

Heat Stroke: Banished Alice Gaines All rights reserved.

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Heat Stroke: Banished Alice Gaines For the crime of belonging to the wrong family, Disa is banished to a desert planet for twenty years. When a man comes to her as a mirage, she thinks she’s lost her mind. Paullus’ species disappears without social contact. The sexy shape-shifter has only one chance to seduce the woman he’s been watching. If he succeeds, they can spend her sentence exploring sensuality together.

Banished The mirage had returned, shimmering in the heat. If Disa looked at it straight on, it would morph with the normal air disturbances above sun-baked sands. Her only companion on this hell of a planet, the shifting form always appeared at the edge of her vision, and even then only when she didn’t seek it. “That’s it, then,” she said to herself. “I’m losing my mind.” Twenty years the magistrates had given her. New officials appointed by the usurper king. She’d had the bad taste to belong to his opponent’s family. A distant cousin, or they’d have had her head. Instead, she’d gotten banishment. Twenty years. They knew damned well that was a life sentence. The loneliness would kill her if the heat didn’t do it first. There. It moved again. “Go away,” she called. “Stop taunting me. You’re not real.” It approached. It had never done that before, but then, she’d never spoken to it, either. The image took on form. A person. And male. Wavy lines radiated around its torso and limbs. She ought to run. She couldn’t know what this creature meant to do. Maybe people didn’t die of the crushing isolation here. Maybe this thing, whatever it was -- or whatever he was -- killed exiles. Something fluttered in the pit of her stomach, but not fear. Desire -- warm and intoxicating. It moved outward to where her nipples hardened under the light cloth of her tunic and down to the space between her legs. You’ve been alone too long, whispered through her mind in a deep voice. So have I. She whimpered, but she stood, stuck to the spot, as he got nearer and nearer. Finally, close up, he came more clearly into view. Still no more than an outline in her

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mind, he revealed a face of sorts. Ample lips, high cheekbones, a slight kink to his nose, as if it had been broken. His eyes flickered in a blue deeper than the cloudless sky. She stared into them, and warmth blossomed in her belly. No heat of the sun, this, although that seemed to beat down on her shoulders more fiercely than usual. As though he channeled the light through him as a prism does. “What are you?” she whispered. Let me touch you, came the answer. “Touch me how?” Something grazed the side of her breast, and masculine fingers appeared. Pale now, like moonlight, but real. The hand moved to cover the swell of her flesh beneath the cotton. Its palm circled over the nipple, sending zings of pleasure along the nerves there. She closed her eyes and focused on the sensation. No one had touched her except herself for months now. She’d dreamed of having a man’s caress again, and the images had driven her wild with longing no amount of self-love could ease. This man might be nothing more than the product of her imagination -- an illusion brought on by the midday heat -- but she’d take it for as long as it lasted. You’re real, his thoughts screamed, ricocheting around her own brain. Gods, I never thought I’d feel again. “I’m real. Are you?” Let me taste your nectar, and you’ll see. Nectar? What could he mean? Before she could puzzle that, his hand moved lower. The other hand appeared, too, sliding downward over her ribs, to her waist, and then past her hips. He parted her legs and pushed her tunic up, exposing her sex to the desert breeze. Her pussy throbbed, and moisture seeped out along her inner thighs. Could that be what he wanted to taste? Sure enough, his tongue lapped at the moisture, eagerly taking every drop. Of course, that only made her wetter, and he continued. Stroke after stroke. Faster, as if he couldn’t get enough.

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She reached down and found his head. Solid now, it offered balance as her legs grew weak. “Please, more.” He took her labia next, lavishing first one lip and the other with slow passes of his tongue. No lover had ever taken such care with every inch of her sex. She, herself, had only rubbed as much as necessary to get some relief during the long nights alone. For months now, her body had stored up all its lust for this exact moment, knowing somehow what her mind couldn’t. That somewhere this planet had a man who could satisfy all the cravings. He continued, burrowing his nose into the curls that covered her sex and feasting on the proof of her arousal. Her clit ached, begging for the rasp of his tongue. Beyond reason now, she held his head and thrust her hips forward, seeking contact on the hypersensitive bud. He gave it a firm swipe, and a ragged cry flew from her chest. Already, the pressure built deep inside her. Already, her body prepared to climax. “Easy.” This time he spoke with a voice uncertain from disuse. “I won’t disappear.” “It’s only…” Her words trailed off on a moan. “I need so much.” “I’ll give you everything you need and more. Trust me.” She nodded, although he wouldn’t see it. He got the message, though, and resumed toying with her clit. His tongue fluttered over it in a maddening rhythm before he sucked it into his mouth. No woman anywhere could withstand this assault without climaxing. Hard and fast. After her isolation, she couldn’t hold the orgasm off. But, would he leave her once she’d come? He’d told her to trust him, but could she? She didn’t even know what he was. In the end, her pussy made the decision for her. While he alternated strokes over clit and the suction of his mouth, her sex clenched. The ultimate moment had arrived, and she could no more delay it than she could stop the sun from turning her body into flame. She flew up into madness as her pussy contracted and then burst loose in a fury

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of explosions. A woman shouted -- her voice rising in a crescendo of lust. Her own voice, as her body released the tension it had built for months. The orgasm wracked her for long seconds, and even after it had ended, reverberations echoed along her inner muscles. Her knees gave way, and the man caught her and guided her onto the soft sand. Miraculously, a shadow cooled her and protected her from the sun’s harsh rays. When she opened her eyes, she found his face looking down at her. He’d shielded her with his own body. He appeared much as she’d imagined, only now he was solid. She could make out sun bleached hair that cascaded down over broad shoulders. “Who are you?” she asked. “My name’s Paullus. I’m an exile on this ghastly planet, as I imagine you are.” “My crime was in choosing the wrong relatives. Yours?” “Getting caught in the wrong bedroom.” “Ah.” She traced the line of his jaw. Real flesh and bone. “My name’s Disa.” “Disa,” he repeated. “I like the sound of that. Well, Disa, you’ve saved my life.” “And you mine.” “I mean it literally. My people die without social contact. We fade away to oblivion. I was in the process of doing that when I spied the ship that brought you here.” “Why didn’t you come to me before?” “I had to store up my strength for the attempt. If I’d failed today, I would have disappeared entirely.” “I’m glad you didn’t.” He gave her a smile brighter than the sun. “So, Disa, as a reward, I’ll grant you your darkest fantasy.” “You can read my mind?” “A few images. I see an animal. A bull.” She lay and gaped at him. The old king -- Seral, her great-uncle -- kept a miniature bull at court. Not much larger than a huge dog, it was the perfect size to mate

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with a woman on all fours. Seral’s courtesans all competed for a chance with the bull. They all claimed it the best fucking they’d ever had, and they’d demonstrate just how well the bull satisfied them with public performances after everyone had drunk too much wine. Over the years, Disa had witnessed displays that still made her blush to the roots of her hair. These past months, she’d dreamed of that bull. Mounting her from behind and slamming its huge cock into her. The gleam in Paullus’ eyes grew wicked. “Yes, a very powerful image for you. I can be that bull if you want.” She bit her lip. She shouldn’t want that. It was sinful to use a beast like that. And yet Paullus was no animal. If he fucked her that way, he’d do it of his own, sentient volition. He tapped his finger against her nose. “No false prudery. You want that, and I’d dearly love to give it to you.” “You would?” He took her hand and guided it to his stiff cock. An instrument every bit as impressive as that bull’s. She stroked his length, and his eyes went hazy with arousal. “I want to know you every way I can,” he said. “Come on. Up and onto your knees.” She released his cock and scrambled into position, her legs spread to give him access to her entrance. After a moment, his weight settled on her, and a grunt came from behind. The noise the bull always made as it coupled. She glanced along her side and found a hoof, rather than a hand. The animal’s black hide, rather than normal skin. Paullus had shifted into Seral’s pet, and soon the beast’s mammoth cock would penetrate her. She melted inside, her pussy going liquid in anticipation. He snorted and thrust as his member sought the right spot, the right angle, to impale her on its shaft. She groaned in frustration and lifted her rear to help. The moment she’d craved -- the wicked dream that had awakened her, gasping in need, night after night -- lay within her reach. And yet she still didn’t have it.

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She reached a hand between her legs to search for his member and guide it home, but at that moment, it found its target. With one violent surge forward, his entire cock entered her, plunging into her depths. She quickly moved her hand to brace herself with both arms against the fury of his onslaught. So fast, so deep. The thick pole of flesh stretched the walls of her sex, filling every inch of her. He kept on, his grunts louder now. Her mind’s eye took her back to how she’d watched him perform. His every muscle would be straining as his cock slid in and out, slick with her juices. She’d watched the rut in perverse fascination. Now, she experienced it for herself. The sensations outdid anything an ordinary lover had given her. Soon, she’d soar into orgasm. Fly to a pinnacle she’d never imagined in her most erotic fantasies. His noises changed. No longer animal but a man. Now, hands held her hips as Paullus, the man, continued ramming into her. With a cock as large as the bull’s, he still pushed her almost past endurance. Now his thrusts were more deliberate -- shoving fully in and then drawing out. “Gods, I don’t believe how good you feel,” he said, his voice strained. “Don’t stop.” “I wouldn’t if I could. Damn, you’ve made me hot.” “I need you,” she cried. “Oh, I need…” He bent until his breath grazed the back of her neck. Still pounding into her, he trailed his hand over her belly to her mound. His fingers parted her lower lips and found her clit. Her whole body shuddered. She’d never had anything like this -- the glide of his hard cock inside her and the pressure of his touch on her most sensitive spot. No animal could do this. Only a lover -- skillful and devoted to her pleasure. Any sane woman would try to resist and make the moment last, but her body had stolen any hope of sanity. The orgasm would claim her soon. She had no choice in the matter but could only surrender. He groaned into her ear. “Come for me, Disa.”

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“Yes.”

“I can’t last much longer. I need your climax now.”

“Yes. Yessss.”

“Now!” His fingers flew over her clit, each stroke sending the flames higher. She

gasped for air as the tides within her caught her up. She rode the crest of the wave higher and higher until it crashed over her and the spasms shattered her from the inside out. He howled behind her, holding his body still with his cock as far inside her as it would go. He never stopped stroking her clit, though, but kept up the friction as she screamed and sobbed in her release. When it ended, she lowered her shoulders until her face rested on her arms. His hands held her hips up, and his cock stayed embedded inside her pussy. Behind her, he trembled so hard the reverberations shuddered through her. “You haven’t come yet,” she said.

“Soon.” The word came out as a croak.

“You need to.”

“Have to make it last.”

She squeezed him with her inner muscles.

“Don’t,” he cried. “Mercy. A little longer.”

“I want you to come, and I want to watch your face as you do.”

“Gods, woman. All right. I give in.”

He pulled out slowly, and she rolled onto the soft sand and stretched her arms

up to him. He took the invitation and went to her. After finding his position between her thighs, he entered her again. Immediately, his eyes closed in bliss. “I would have died without this,” he said. She would have, too. She’d known the isolation would drive her mad, would even kill her. But she couldn’t have guessed that out here – light-years away from anything -- she’d find the perfect joining. He seemed created for her. The way his cock fit her exactly, his chest rubbed her erect nipples, his hair fell around her face, creating

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their own private universe. And all the while, he moved inside her, stoking the fire he’d built. Could it happen again? Could she come a third time, so soon after the other two orgasms? Could he really command her body that utterly? “Disa, my sweet Disa,” he crooned. “Do you feel it?” “It?” “The connection. As if fate had ordered our lives to send us here for this moment?” “Make it more than a moment. Please.” He gritted his teeth. “Trying.” “Just a bit more, and I’ll join you.” “Hurry, my love.” She wrapped her legs around him and met his thrusts with upward ones of her own. This way, his body bumped against her clit every time he plunged into her. So good. Intense, undeniable. Scorching. He’d burned his way into her existence -- body, mind, and heart. Flames seemed to dance around them -- fiercer than the sun’s heat. Soon, they’d go up in a firestorm of need. Soon. “Going… to… come,” he said. “Yes.” “Gods!” “Yes.” His body went wild. He plowed into her over and over, with a force that threatened to buck him off her. But she held on with her arms and legs. As the orgasm took him, it rocked her into a new reality. She felt him stiffen and shoot his essence inside her, and her pussy responded by gripping him in a driving rhythm. He roared, and her voice joined his in a song of victory. They merged into one creature, blind to everything but the passion flaring between them. After several seconds, he collapsed onto her, whimpering. She held him with limbs gone limp with pleasure.

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He didn’t move for the longest time, but he didn’t evaporate, either. He’d appeared as a mirage. For all she knew, she could have imagined the last several minutes. She could open her eyes to find herself alone, after all. His flesh against hers told her he wouldn’t disappear.

He did push himself up, open his eyes, and look down into hers. “Amazing.”

She brushed his hair back from his face. “That’s an inadequate word.”

He kissed her, a gentle brushing of his lips over hers. “Your mouth is sweeter

than your pussy.” “You’re real. You’re really real.” “Thanks to you. I may have to spend the rest of my life here, but at least, I’ll have you with me.” “That may not be necessary.” His brow furrowed. “You wouldn’t send me away. Not after what we just shared.” She put her hand on his mouth. “I’d never do that. I only meant we may get to leave here together.” “I don’t understand.” “I’m not sentenced to life. A ship will come back for me in twenty years.” “You are my savior.” He kissed her again. Her heart thudded in her chest. Relief, joy, even love. “They sent supplies with me. Only enough for one.” “I found an oasis. There are fruit trees, some fish. Even this planet has a few birds to hunt.” “If we’re careful, we’ll survive for twenty years.” “Twenty years.” His grin grew wicked. “That may be enough time to have you to myself.” And then, he set to loving her again.

Alice Gaines Award winning author Alice Gaines has published several sensuous and erotic works. She prefers stories that stretch the imagination, highlighting the power of love and sex. Alice has a Ph.D. in psychology from U. C. Berkeley and lives in Oakland, California, with her collection of orchids and two pet corn snakes, Casper and Sheikh Yerbouti. Visit her website at http://home.pacbell.net/halice/.