Free Devi's Paradise by Roxane Beaufort Page A

and in authority over the rest. The interior was dim, but as Romilly became used to the light, the source of which was a gap in the roof, she saw several couches balanced on stumpy feet. These supported frames made of thick branches crisscrossed with lianas to form a base, covered by palm-leaf pallets and woven blankets. There were also pitchers, ewers, and other domestic articles similar to those used in England.
    ‘It could be a lot worse, but I want my jewels returned,’ commented Alvina as her wrists were freed. She stretched her arms thankfully, and Romilly was soon able to do the same.
    Her damp clothes were uncomfortable, but she attempted to adjust them to conceal her body. A kindly, smiling young woman shook her head and prevented her, indicating that Romilly should strip. She clapped her hands and others came in bearing calabashes of steaming water. Ignoring Romilly’s bashful protests, she was quickly divested of what was left of her garments, and Alvina was treated the same. She, however, made no objection, proud to display her perfect figure. She was happy to receive so much attention when the admiring attendants stroked her alabaster skin and combed their fingers through her russet pubes.
    Romilly stood bashfully, an arm across her breasts, the other hand cupping her pubis. Then the leading girl said, in broken English, pointing to herself, ’Jacy… serve you.’
    ‘How do these savages have a knowledge of our language?’ Alvina pondered. ‘It seems we’re not the first castaways,’ and she gave herself up to their ministrations.
    ‘Do you still think we may be the main course?’ Romilly said timidly, though relaxing as Jacy lowered her dark head and nibbled one of Romilly’s nipples. Desire darted down to her loins and she could feel wetness forming in her secret folds.
    Alvina chuckled as one of the other girls knelt at her feet, opened her foxy fork and applied a darting pink tongue to her love bud. ‘I think they want to eat us for sure… but it’s pussy they’re after.’
    ‘The shaman said I was intended for the chief,’ Romilly gasped, though it was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything but the extreme pleasure given her by those skilful lips. As when Nathan and Jamie had tongue-fucked her, the sensation was exquisite. She forgot to be ashamed or embarrassed, wanting Jacy to go on and on… and on. She did, and Romilly experienced a rush of voluptuous pleasure that flooded her and made her cry out with the force of it.
    Somewhere, in the background, she heard Alvina’s moans rising higher and higher as she, too, climaxed.
    Their reaction seemed to inspire the girls. While Jacy gently laid Romilly down, and Alvina’s paramours continued to caress her, the rest were enjoying one another, the air charged with the odour of female essences. Romilly had never dreamed such actions existed, women lying with women, legs entwined, breasts rubbing against breasts and thighs pressing against eager deltas. She was aroused again and wanted another orgasm.
    Jacy smiled knowingly and reached up to kiss Romilly’s lips. She could taste and smell herself on the woman’s mouth, and welcomed the soft probing organ as their tongues met fervently in a dance of desire. She had never felt so horny, not even with Nathan. Her nubbin throbbed like an enormous swollen bud ready to burst into bloom. Jacy nodded to a couple of the others who came across to fondle Romilly’s nipples. Jacy unwound the strip of cloth that covered her own female parts and reached down to part her labia major, and stretch it open. Her inner lips were wet and swollen, and her clitoris was large and upstanding.
    Romilly yielded to the urge to show off her own pink parts, for Jacy’s were of a pewter-grey colour. She held her wings apart and opened her crack wide so that the girls might take a good look. They murmured in admiration, and each wanted to rub Romilly’s stiff bud. She closed her eyes and gave herself