[Atlantean's Quest 03] Redemption by Jordan Summers

anything nearly as enticing, exhilarating—right.
    Ariel ignored that last thought, bucking her hips against the invisible force. She’d often dreamt what it would feel like to have a man between her thighs and now she knew. Her thoughts hadn’t even come close to describing what she felt. It was too bad this was all she could allow herself to ever experience. He thrust repeatedly, driving deep within her pussy, his hard cock showing no mercy.
    Ariel groaned, attempting to clamp her legs together, feeling as if she were stretched to the point of ripping. Her pussy wept as her need grew and still he filled her. A cry spilled from Ariel’s lips as she shattered. Her body convulsed, her channel pulsing and clenching around his thick shaft.
    She lay there on the furs, her heart stuttering in her chest. Liquid from her release ran down her leg, dripping onto the fur beneath her bottom. Her breath infused with gold energy, glittering in the thick air like fine jewelry. Ariel called on the Goddess for strength, because she did not think that by the time Coridan arrived she would be able to refuse him.
    Yet, she must.
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    Ariel spent much of the night staring at the ceiling. She’d thought of Coridan, her people, and what she must do. He no longer recognized the Atlantean people as his own, yet he was still coming to her rescue. Somehow, she had to figure out a way to convince Coridan he’d always be a part of the tribe, despite the mistakes he’d made with Ares and Jac.
    Her resolve solidified about an hour before dawn. They would continue with her plan. Coridan would help her escape, then they would make their way to the transport, while keeping the professor’s men at bay. If need be, she would force Coridan through the portal.
    Once they reached Zaron, they could figure out how to dismantle the transport, so their people would remain safe from the warlike people of Earth. After that, well she didn’t want to think about what would happen after that. Coridan was difficult under normal circumstances. Under duress, he’d be positively lethal.
    Dawn broke, shattering the relative silence of the sleeping jungle. Santo and Raoul entered the hut, their gazes averted. They untied her, giving her a few moments to freshen up, dress, and eat, before leading her once again to the center of the compound.
    The professor stood off to one side speaking to another man she’d never seen before. The native’s body held thousands of little sores where it appeared mosquitoes had eaten him alive. His black hair lay plastered to his head, an impression of a wide band clearly visible from where his hat had been sitting.
    The guide pointed to the jungle, his voice raised in excitement. Ariel’s stomach dropped. Her mind reached out, scanning the men around her. Anticipation curled within their bellies. No doubt, they believed a great treasure had been uncovered. Ariel’s lips thinned as she grimaced. The discovery was treasure, just not in the form the men expected.
    Impressions of a great stone arch filled her head. The guide speaking with the professor had indeed found the transport, but had not yet revealed the location to the red-devil. The man opened his mouth to speak. Ariel closed her eyes and sent out a mental probe, scrambling the guide’s mind until he could not remember what he had said or what they’d been discussing.
    Her efforts pulled too much energy. Ariel fell, collapsing into Raoul and Santo’s arms. Her head pounded, sweat beaded her body. She could hear excited voices all around but wasn’t able to focus, her mind a myriad of impressions. A shadow passed before her eyes a second before she felt the blow.
    The ensuing pain caused Ariel’s vision to clear enough to see the professor standing over her. Her cheek throbbed and stung where he had slapped her. Ariel didn’t have to see her cheek to know that his handprint remained behind, clearly visible upon her flesh. She could feel it pulsing, red and