DARK RIVALS

Chapter One

Alamieda

Arizona Territory

1873

All good things must come to an end. No one knew that better than Samuel Stinson. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he felt the warmth of Lijuan Wilde’s body pull away from him. He propped himself up on his elbows on his bed in one of the rooms above the assayer’s shop and watched as the Chinese beauty wordlessly slipped out of his bed with its sheets and blankets all askew.

As her short legs carried her to the window, her long blackish/brown hair cascaded down her back, swinging slightly, Sam’s eyes followed her every step of the way, paying close attention to her heart-shaped ass that flowed out from her shapely hips. Still saying nothing, he watched as she drew back the curtain to look out on the main street of Alamieda. He couldn’t stand being separated from her any longer and swung his feet to the creaking wooden floor and trailed after her. As he did he briefly looked over his shoulder at the messy bed, still in partial disbelief at what had just happened.

A couple heartbeats later he stood behind the very petite woman and maneuvered his hands around her front, cupping her remarkable, melon-sized breasts that were a hallmark of the four notorious, mixed-race Wilde sisters of Cedar Ledge. Sam kissed the top of Lijuan’s head before lowering his, so he could nuzzle the side of her neck. The woman purred for a moment, but her focus remained beyond the window.

“What you looking at?”

Lijuan partially turned her head and answered him before once again turning back to look through the dusty window pane.

“It looks like they finished taking that old prospector and the piece of shit that murdered him down to the funeral parlor, but I can still make out the blood stains on the ground even if it’s dark now. Who do you suppose he was? Did he give you his name?”

Sam had to think a moment, but he could only shake his head. “No, he never said. He was a happy fellow though. Said he’d spent the last thirty years trying to strike it rich, and he was sure what he brought to the shop was just the tip of the iceberg. It’s a damn shame he didn’t live to enjoy it.”

Lijuan finally turned her attention away from the window. She maneuvered herself around in his arms, as short as she was her breasts now pushing hard against the muscles of upper abdomen. She reached her right hand up and ran it through his black hair as a smile crossed her face, but in her almond eyes he could see the coldness that many in town whispered about the lovely Asian who held sway over the entire sprawling five hundred square miles that made up the Wilde family’s ranching and timber operations.

“Well, at least he got the justice he deserved.”

“That he did, Lannie.”

He surprised even himself when he let out a slight gasp at the speed of which the corners of her mouth turned downward and her eyes narrowed.

“It’s Lijuan! Do you understand that? Only my sister, Honor Elizabeth, is allowed to call me that!”

Flummoxed, he explained he had indeed heard Honor call her that the last time the pair had been in the shop and he apologized, saying he figured after what they just had gone through it would be okay.

Lijuan seemed to ease up and a smile returned to her face, but her eyes still held their hardness.

“It’s okay. When she was a toddler she couldn’t say my name and the best she could manage was Lannie. It’s just something for her. Just call me Lijuan,” she said as a playfulness returned to her demeanor and she drew her thumb down across his face to the corner of his mouth. “And I think I will call you a very good time, Mister Sam Stinson!

Saying no more she raised herself up on her tippy toes, bringing her lovely narrow face close and he opened his mouth to accept her kiss from her lush, petite red lips. The slight giggle that escaped the woman’s mouth he knew was because she was being poked by his now rigid and eager member. Her small hands fell to his chest and began pushing him back towards the bed behind them. Perhaps, he thought, maybe all good things might continue after all!

His mind began to spin knowing a repeat of earlier was moments away. As they fell onto the bed with Lijuan straddled atop him, her large breasts jiggling ever so slightly, he still couldn’t believe everything that had happened in a short time. In amazement, he thought one would never have guessed that not much earlier Lijuan Wilde had sent a man on his way to a pauper’s grave in the Boot Hill on the edge of Alamieda. It had all started with her arrival at the shop. And to think he had nearly locked her out!

***

“Whoa now, Kong!” With a gentle tug on the reigns Lijuan dropped her steed down from the steady gallop that she had maintained all the way from the Cedar Ledge ranch on the outskirts of Alamieda. There had been little choice after all but for her to keep up her steady pace on the ride in, with a dust cloud billowing behind the pair. As it was she was still likely to miss getting to the assayer’s office before it closed its doors for the day. Lijuan had business to attend to there, and she wanted it concluded before she left on her trip in the morning, so it had been now or never.

Honor Elizabeth, of course, had been indirectly to blame for the mad rush to Alamieda, she stewed. She drew Kong up in front of the shop with its weather-beaten sign hanging over it proclaiming it to be Treadwell Assayers, painted in a fading red in large Bodoni font. Her sister had come down with a raging cold and had mustered herself up out of her overstuffed canopy bed just long enough to make it out to the balcony railing overlooking the great room of Cedar Ledge. Honor had appeared just as Lijuan had finished strapping on her gun belt and slipping her trusty foot-long blacksmith’s hammer into a loop on the other side of the belt. For all practical purposes, her favored weapon had almost become a part of her.

From the railing, her coughing, sniffling sibling pleaded with her to fetch her a fresh pitcher of ice water. Lijuan had placed her hands on her hips and was just about to demand to know why she didn’t ring the bell to call for the ranch’s cook, old Mrs. Chow, when she remembered the old woman and her husband, the ranch’s handyman, had gone to visit new friends they had made amongst the Chinese community helping build a spur line for the Great Western Railroad over by Pixley Junction.

To Lijuan’s annoyance upon arriving in the kitchen, she found all the ice was gone resulting in a trip to the ice house to resupply. On the way and in a huff, she passed her ever-cheerful youngest sister, Catalina, in the backyard. Cattie, being Cattie, had only laughed when her greeting was ignored by Lijuan. The young Mexican beauty took no offense to it at all. The quartet of sisters knew each other’s personalities and moods as well as their own. It was only natural being as tight knit as they all were, and everyone knew it. Long ago the four sisters had been nicknamed the Daughters of Half Breed Haven in a failed attempt by others to hurt them. Turning the tables on them the sisters had embraced the moniker and had even added HBH to the ranch’s sign.

By the time her errand for Honor was said and done she was running late. As she tied Kong up to the hitching post, she shook her head and gave a slight smile. She might like to complain about Honor Elizabeth’s precociousness, but she loved her sister deeply as she loved all the Wilde family. All for one and one for all wasn’t just as saying … it was how the Wildes lived.

Suddenly from the front door of the shop a hunched-over man burst forth leaving one of the dual doors ajar. The man’s clothes were ragged and worn in places, and he was caked in dust, but those attributes weren’t what gave Lijuan pause for a moment. It was the wad of bills he clutched in his grubby hands and held in front of his lined face that shone with glee. He nearly bumped into her but paid her no mind as he continued out into the street where he stopped and began counting the small fortune he held.

Even if he hadn’t been coming out of the assayer’s office Lijuan would have pegged him as a prospector any day of the week given his appearance. What was different about this old man was that he appeared to have made a windfall instead of toiling in vain as most gold miners she had met over the years seemed to. One eyebrow shot up as she watched him counting the money. Flashing that kind of cash around was never a good idea, but it wasn’t her problem. With a shrug, she turned back towards the door, not seeing the man on the opposite site of the street lurking in the shadows of a recessed doorway who had taken a keen interest in the little man.

Lijuan took a moment to reorganize her hair that had been whipped into a frenzy from the mad dash to town, and as she approached the door, she saw a hand swiftly flip the open sign in the door window to closed while another hand was drawing the partially opened door shut. Without hesitation, she jammed her booted foot in the door, bringing it to a definitive halt.

“Sorry we are clo-” the man never finished what he was saying as he brought his eyes up to see who he was closing the door on. With amusement, she watched as the door couldn’t be flung open fast enough. It had been the Wildes’ experience that there were two kinds of men they encountered. Those who were instantly rendered color blind based on their looks, and those whose bigoted beliefs were so deeply rooted and entrenched that even a pretty face couldn’t sway them. She was glad Sam Stinson was the former or the door would have been locked and the shade drawn down in her face.

“Miss Wilde, please won’t you come in!”

“You don’t mind?” she asked coyly, knowing full well the answer but clasped one of her hands to her chest just for effect.

“No, not at all,” he said giving an almost theatrical gesture with his arm showing her in. He took moment to pull down the shades on both of the double doors before following her.

Sam quickly took his place behind the counter that held the scale for weighing gold. Behind him she saw an old clock on the wall showing how she had missed closing time by only minutes. Next to it hung a pickaxe. Everyone in town knew that Old Man Treadwell purported it belong to James Wilson Marshall whose discovery of gold at Sutter’s Mill had unleashed the California gold rush of ’49. Treadwell, also a forty-niner, had said he had bought it directly from a man at Sutter’s Mill. For the price he was asking for it, with no proof of its pedigree whatsoever, she was not surprised that it had been hanging un-purchased in the shop since the first day he had opened his doors. Leaving the wall behind Sam, Lijuan’s eyes traveled around the store. Nothing had changed since the last time she had been in the shop with Honor, Cassandra, and Catalina a few months ago.

At the time, they were cashing in a small amount of gold a man had given Cassandra after she had saved his family from a band of marauders out to jump his claim. It wasn’t even one of Cassandra’s assignments from their uncle, the governor of the territory. She had simply stumbled on it on her way back from a trip to Phoenix. Cassie had tried to refuse, but the man insisted she take the reward. A week later Lijuan had overheard talk of a nice anonymous donation to the orphanage in Carlyle Springs. Lijuan didn’t need to be the detective that Cassie was to know from where it had come.

Her mind returned to the present as she looked about the store. Old Man Treadwell that owned the shop was no fool. To the astute business woman that she was, it was blatantly obvious that assaying was only a side business for Treadwell. The shrewd man knew the money came from outfitting all the dreamers.

Shelf after shelf was filled with everything a would-be gold tycoon would need: panning equipment, expensive pickaxes, canteens, rockers, shovels of every variety, and so much more. She couldn’t help but respect the man, as she knew he had learned the hard way during the California gold rush of 1849 that the majority of the people who went home rich were the merchants. After years of back-breaking labor, Treadwell had thrown down his pick axe and moved to Arizona to open his own shop.

As she approached the counter she knew business was so good that Treadwell was hardly ever at the store anymore, having hired Stinson to run things most of the time. Reaching into her pocket she scooped out a small bag tied shut with twine and dropped it on the counter. One of the clerk’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“That, I would say, is a considerably larger bag than you ladies brought in here the last time.”

Lijuan shrugged before answering him, “You can credit Old Man Garcia for that. He’s one of our biggest customers across the border. Eccentric as hell, though. He sent the payment up for herd of cattle with these gold nuggets. Next time it will be our turn to journey down Mexico way, and he’s going to pay with a saddle bag of cash. He doesn’t believe in bank drafts.”

“Well, I suppose at the end of the day money is money in whatever form,” he said with a small smile while preparing his scale. As he did so, Lijuan’s eyes traveled over the man. He was not the type that usually attracted her, lacking the blonde hair and blue eyes that set her stomach to doing flip flops. However, his shoulders were broad, his chest wide and the fact he cared enough about his appearance to neatly trim his beard and mustache earned him many points in her book. She watched his hands at work placing the nuggets onto the scale quietly beginning to wonder what it would feel like to have them exploring her body.

With a shake of her head she abruptly turned away. This was a business trip, and not one of her pleasure outings. Lijuan let the man go about his business, and she began roaming about the small store looking at the wares. She let out a low whistle in appreciation for the markup Treadwell put on some of the tools. He was charging five dollars for one type of shovel that should cost no more than a dollar at most.

Suddenly her eyes were drawn to a bank of shelves that fell between the doors to the shop and a window looking out on Main Street. There was a row of canteens double the size of a normal one. Catalina, she knew was planning a cattle drive in a few weeks that would take the herd across a good-sized desert. Perhaps the ranch should outfit the men with these large canteens. The Wildes always prided themselves on taking care of those who worked hard for the family.

Crossing over to the shelf she was just reaching for one when the sound of a gunshot rang out from the street. Immediately the canteens were forgotten, and she leaned past the end of the shelf to peer out the window, not even hearing Sam’s utterance of the words, “What the heck?”

Through the panes she was just in time to see the good people of Alamieda scattering in all directions. In the street, either dead or dying, was the old prospector. No, dead for sure, she thought at the sight of the vicious wound to his head. A man in dirty leather duster and a dark hat was just straightening up and placing the roll of bills into one of the pockets and was turning his gaze towards the assayer’s shop. In a heartbeat, his boots were pounding their way in a beeline for the door.

Lijuan rolled her eyes. Fuck! Why couldn’t Alamieda be one of those sleepy and peaceful towns that dotted the Arizona landscape that they often encountered on their cattle drives? She squared her shoulders as she accepted that for one thing Alamieda wasn’t a little town. It was a fair size attracting many due to its unique geographical location. It had been blessed to be situated between rugged mountains, rolling hills and ranchland as well as the forbidding Los Mochis Flats desert.

She just wished it would get a permanent sheriff again, but it seemed like being the sheriff in this town equated to a death sentence. More and more it appeared like the town relied on the Wildes. Cassie might have enjoyed being the unofficial law around town, but Lijuan had a five-hundred-square-mile spread to run, and that was her passion. But there was no use complaining about it … this was happening, and she would have to handle it.

Her stride took her just past the shelf as the door flew open, and the killer stood in the doorway with the door still open. Lijuan was thankful that Sam had pulled the shades down earlier allowing her to remain hidden from view. From her vantage point she could just see the outlaw’s outstretched hand gripping a Smith and Wesson.

“Hands in the air! I’m getting me a two for one special today! That wad of cash I just stole from that old Cactus tells me he just lit out of here after leaving you a mother lode! You wanna live, then you get me that and whatever other gold you got here!”

From where she stood she eyed Sam and she didn’t like the look on his face. It was terror mixed with a defiance. His palms rested on the counter top and she saw his right-hand twitch. With dread, she knew he was likely going to go for the shotgun old man Treadwell was rumored to keep behind the counter. There was no way she knew he would ever be able to draw it out in time without getting shot dead for his attempt. Lijuan planted her feet in a wide stance and prepared to strike just as he heard the bandit cry out having just seen the mound of gold on Sam’s scale.

“Holy shit!”

Whatever he was going to follow it up with died in his throat as Lijuan threw her shoulder against the open door slamming it into the bandit with a bone jarring impact. The gun roared in the man’s hand just as he lost his grip on it and it flew through the air disappearing into a rack of pickaxes that Lijuan knew were chained together on a rack by Treadwell as being the most popular item in the store and most likely to be stolen if the clerk was distracted. The damage was already done, however, as the shot struck the clock on the wall behind the counter launching it free from the wall. Reeling backward at that moment, Sam, unfortunately, was directly underneath it as it struck his head knocking him out cold.

The usually steely Lijuan let a gasp slip from her lips at how quickly the killer was able to leap to his feet. She was still in the middle of drawing her Colt .45 from her holster when he leaped at her, seizing an iron grip on her wrist that held the pistol. Lijuan’s eyes locked with that of the robber and she saw his brown irises were surrounded by a spider’s web of redness. She felt her teeth grind together in anger. In her mind, she saw the same type of eyes in a couple of ranch hands she had fired her first year running the ranch. Just like them, this filth was an opium addict. The prospector lay dead in the street no doubt for this man’s quest for his next fix. Worthless son of a bitch!

Worthless or not he was strong, and he managed to slam her wrist against a nearby shelving unit sending her Colt flying through one of the window panes at the front of the shop. Losing one’s pistol might have sent panic coursing through an ordinary person’s body, but not Lijuan. A glow shone in her eyes as she began reaching for her foot-long blacksmith’s hammer that on almost any given day was clipped to the opposite side of her gun belt. It had long been her weapon of choice. Lijuan always preferred using it for swinging it against an enemy. It allowed her to channel the deep anger that held her soul in its grip for so many years now. It was an anger fueled by other emotions that included her deepest and darkest desires.

Lijuan had just felt the familiar and assuring feeling of the wooden shaft of the hammer close within her fingers when the bandit let go of her other wrist and shoved her to the ground. She pulled it free as she was falling and lost her grip on it, and it skidded away somewhere behind her.

She hit the floor with a bone-rattling thud. Weaponless, but far from defenseless Lijuan bounced back to her feet, whirled, and caught her attacker on his left hip with her booted foot. Surprised but better prepared, he sidestepped a jab she threw with her right hand.

He ducked around a free-standing wooden shelving unit that was full of foodstuffs that Old Man Treadwell stocked to sell to the prospectors that patronized his store. Giving it a shove, the shelving teetered and then toppled. He had intended it to fall on Lijuan and crush her beneath its weight. But she was small and quick, and dropped to the floor, while the shelving unit didn’t quite make it to the floor. Its top lodged on a pickle barrel nearby, but the contents of the shelving flew everywhere. Tin cans of sardines, baking powder, ketchup, boxes of spices and oats, and glass bottles of wine and liquor pelted Lijuan as she hovered on the floor.

The glass bottles shattered, spilling their contents. Lijuan grabbed a glass shard to use for a weapon. Scooting out from under the shelving unit and scrambling to her feet, she had to look around to see where her assailant was. He came at her again intending to knock her senseless with one blow. Instead, she lashed out at him using the bit of broken glass and taking advantage of his open duster, to cut a jagged gash in the big man’s chest. Hollering in rage and pain, he lunged, but she was quicker. As she darted out of the way of his swinging fist, she quickly looked around for her hammer.

She danced around the enraged man as he turned this way and that trying to land a direct hit on her but finding it much more difficult than he expected. She finally spotted her hammer near the row of overpriced shovels against the far wall. She assessed the distance she had to cover to retrieve it against the man’s current location and decided that she could make it before he had a chance to realize what she was doing if she distracted him for a few seconds.

Reaching down, she picked up a tin of sardines and hurled it at him. As he was deflecting the flying missile, she dashed over and swooped up her hammer. Just as she straightened up, she saw that he had grabbed the gold scale from the counter and launched it through the air at her. Just in time, she threw the hammer, knocking the scale off its course. As the scale had left his hand, he had already taken a couple of long strides toward the row of pickaxes and was reaching for a one to finish off this little Asian tiger but was frustrated to discover they were chained to the display unit.

Then he spotted a gleam on the floor and realized it was gold that had been scattered when he hastily had snatched the scale to employ as a weapon. As the greedy man bent to snatch up about half dozen gold nuggets that had fallen off the scales, Lijuan grabbed a couple of the canteens and smashed his head between them. Her blow was powerful enough and well-aimed to render him unconscious. He fell backward through the open door.

Seeing her opponent go down, Lijuan rushed behind the counter to check on Sam. She found him trying to open his eyes as he slowly regained consciousness. He moved, trying to raise himself up.

“Just be still a minute, Sam,” Lijuan told him. “I’ll get the doctor.”

As she stood up to go fetch the doctor, her eyes opened wide to see the outlaw coming through the door again, this time with her pistol in his hand. He had come to while she was seeing to Sam, found her gun, and was on his way back in to send Lijuan to her grave.

Lijuan knew there wasn’t any time to try and locate the shot gun she believed was under the counter. In a flash her hand locked onto Treadwell’s prized pickaxe and yanked it from the wall and hurled it at the man. His eyes bugged out and his jaw went slack as the point of the pickaxe sank deep into his chest accompanied by a geyser of blood. The impact of the weapon sent him catapulting back out the door for a second, final time landing him in the street where he hit the dirt and lay still, his dirty grey shirt turning a deep crimson.

Lijuan turned back to Sam and found him sitting up and trying to get to his feet.

“Just help me up,” he said. “I don’t need the doctor.”

She pulled him to his feet and they walked out the door to see a small crowd gathering around the two bodies that lay in the street. A tall, gaunt man with a pencil-thin moustache, wearing a long frock coat and a top hat made his way through the crowd to where Sam and Lijuan stood.

“Hello, Victor,” Sam said. “You know Lijuan Wilde yes?”

“I do know Miss Wilde indeed,” Victor Landon said, smiling. “She and her sisters are very good for my business.” He mused while Lijuan bent over to retrieve her gun from the dead man’s hand.

“Oh, yeah?” Sam queried, one eyebrow raised.

“Certainly, what with me being the town mortician and all. One or the other, or all of them together, seem to be able to eliminate trouble whenever they find it,” Victor told him. “They have something of a reputation as crime fighters here in southern Arizona.”

Sam looked at Lijuan with continued respect. Her handling of the murdering thief was testimony to everything the man had just said.

“If you’ll please take care of these bodies, Mr. Landon, I’ll appreciate it,” Lijuan said.

“It will be my dubious pleasure,” Victor replied, touching the brim of his hat.

“Now, you get back inside and let me have a look at that head wound,” Lijuan ordered Sam. “Are you sure you don’t want me to go for the doctor?”

“Wouldn’t do you any good, no how,” Sam replied. “He’s out to the Jones’ ranch delivering Wanda Jones’s baby. Mac Jones was in this morning to fetch him.”

“Sit down here and let me look at it then,” Lijuan said.

She gently touched around the nasty gash on Sam’s forehead. It was still bleeding, and she couldn’t quite tell how deep the cut was. She spotted a rag under the counter and used it to dab the blood away from the cut. It was bad enough, but she thought that it probably wasn’t life-threatening, if it would only stop bleeding.

After several minutes of wiping the blood away, she tied a clean rag around his head to soak up the blood and hoped it would stop soon.

“Thanks,” he said as she stood back to survey him. “Looks like you have several skills—fighting and doctoring both. Guess if you’re good at one, you have to learn the other.”

He reached out and took her hand in his and said, “You’re quite a woman!”

Lijuan looked into his eyes. Even though he still had a spot or two of blood on his face and was bandaged up, she still found him very attractive.

“Is it true,” she asked with an alluring smile, “that you keep a room over the store?”

“It is true,” he admitted. “Would you like to see it?”

“Only if you show it to me,” she said coyly.

“Come on, then.” He got up, took her hand, and led the way.

***

With Lijuan now over him once more Sam put all thoughts of the events that had led them to this moment aside. It was time to enjoy himself once more. These Wilde sisters had a reputation that few would dare mention to their faces. When it came to their ability to dispensing justice the only thing that could match it were their swiftness when it came to menfolk and even a few women folk as well if the rumors he had heard about Catalina Wilde were true.

The Wilde’s loved ‘em and left ‘em just as quickly but Sam wasn’t going to complain. He was going to enjoy every last moment he could squeeze out of this encounter with this dark haired Asian beauty.

Lijuan trailed her small fingers over the broad expanse of his chest and tickled his sides. Sam made to pull himself up, but she held him back down, "stay still!" She said in a tone that was enticing but final. He relaxed his breathing and stilled himself, of course, she knew what she was doing, he thought to himself and remembered their earlier encounter. The thought and anticipation of what was to come sent jolting waves of pleasure through his body.

Lijuan shook her hair behind her and lowered her lips towards his left nipple. She flicked her tongue around it and nibbled it gently. Sam winced slightly as he felt her teeth on his nipple, causing her to look up at him and smile, before resuming and making soft slopping noises as she nibbled on his nipple then she kissed it ever so slightly and twisted it.

"You like that?"

Sam nodded without a word, he loved it.

She transferred her lips slowly to his right nipple, giving it the same treatment and pulling on it longer. Sam ran his hands the length of her short thighs and over those curvy Wilde sister hips and stopped at her slim waist–she felt so deceptively frail in his hands.

The lovely woman from Cedar Ledge began to plant small kisses on his chest, her hair falling forward over her face and her considerable breasts heaving as she moved her lips. Those breasts, as soft as they were big, were kneading his chest like a soft cushion, sending bolts of excitement along his body.

Sam groaned in pleasure, she was good– of course, she was good, she was one of those four Wilde sisters after all, enemies to outlaws and desired by all. He held on to her waist and traced imaginary lines along the curves of her back, she seemed to like this as she wriggled slightly and moaned into his chest.

Lijuan raised her head and looked him straight in the eyes; a certain fire was burning inside of her. She held his face in her hands and planted her lips on his. Delighting in the feel of his arm fully around her, she seemed to be making cooing noises that showed she loved the feeling of being wrapped. The fire between them had ignited and the kiss was no longer a soft passionate one; it was full of passion alright, but one of a stronger, fiercer intensity. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues intertwined.

Sam sucked on her lips, he kissed her viciously and grabbed her back. The kiss was loud and hot, and her lush lips seemed to wrap against his. He broke the kiss and tossed her to his side. Looking at her with an equally intense fire in his eyes, he fell on top of her and kissed her neck.

The woman’s moans seemed to act as a guide; a moan which, he noticed, increased with her pleasure. He kissed the side of her neck, pulling her hair aside and trailing the kisses along her veins. She moaned again, and he licked circles along her neck.

Her left hand held tight to his back and her right hand held on to the back of his neck and pulled him closer. Lijuan guided his mouth to her breasts and closed her eyes when he took the initiative. He kissed her nipples and fondled them with his hands. Sam shifted himself backward and stared fondly at her bosoms.

"They’re majestic." He said, feeling his mouth water and holding back the urge to dive in. There were scores of men all over Alamieda who dreamed of an up-close and personal view of the figure eight bodies of the four strangely mixed sisters and here he was actually in thick of a fantasy come true.

Lijuan giggled at his compliment, he could not know that she was thinking it was sweet, but she knew they were majestic, in fact, she'd heard those exact same words before.

"Are you just going to stare at them or do something with them?" She asked softly, but again in that compelling tone…no a commanding tone he realized.

Sam didn't really have to be told twice, he grabbed both breasts and began to knead them gently. They felt soft to the touch and full. She bit her lips as he held her engorged nipples between his fingers. He lifted one breast into his mouth and began sucking on it. Ecstasy, he closed his eyes and took in the warmth. He could feel her hands moving along his back, pinching him–sending out a pain that was so intoxicating.

The assayer switched between each breast and when he felt he couldn't handle them anymore he kissed them gently, as if in reverence to the wonderful creations they were, and he began his journey downwards.

Sam could sense the hotness building up within her. She moaned at the feel of Sam's wet kisses moving down her body. His firm hands were holding her waist and his lips were planting hot, wet kisses over her navel. She held her breath when he got closer to her mound, her eyes were closed as she felt his breath against the walls of her thighs.

Sam still held on to her breast as he moved downwards. As he got closer to her thighs Lijuan propped her legs higher to allow him better access. She intoxicated him, and he felt like taking her hard right away, but he wanted this to last forever. He hooked both his hands under her knees and held her legs apart. He began to drop small kisses along the inside of her pale yellowish legs. She moaned as he moved around her shaky thighs. He kissed just below her belly button and then moved further downwards. He freed his hands and held her entry open with his fingers. She was wet and ready, he could see, and he flicked his tongue over her pleasure button causing her to squirm beneath him, moving her hips and holding his head closer. He toyed with her with his tongue. Suddenly he surprised her by speaking again and he was sure it would be another command.

"I need you to try something." Lijuan said with a mischievous smile, "get up."

"Anything you say." Sam said and got up and Lijuan also regain her feet moving towards him to whisper some words into his ears.

She shifted back, "Can you, do it?"

Sam smiled, completely surprised and intrigued, "Of course."

He moved towards Lijuan and her waist. With one quick grunt, he lifted her high into the air and twisted her; she was really light and somewhat easy to hold, Sam was glad about this. Lijuan gasped and giggled in excitement as he turned her in such a way that her legs were straddled across his face and her face too was directly facing his member.

Sam held onto her waist while Lijuan wrapped her hands around his waist. He had his head between her legs and used his tongues to lash out broad, soft strokes between her legs. Lijuan had her arms around his waist and her palms rested on his butt cheeks as she stroked his hardness with her tongue. She kissed around him and then gasped for air.

Lijuan grunted and hissed lightly, the tension was still building and suddenly she was laughing down below him, her long hair touching the floor.

“Honor Elizabeth told me one of her beaus tried this with her and they both wound up falling over on the floor! I’ll be doing some bragging later, after she’s better. Now get me back on that bed.”

"Huh?" Sam grunted.

"I need you in me now!"

Sam smiled wryly and gently placed her on the bed. He then pulled her towards the edge of the bed and began to massage his hard member. "Hold on." She said and grabbed onto his hardness. She got on her knees and began to stroke its long solid length with both one hand. With the other she ran her fingers around the length of the folds and cupped his balls gently as if holding the base of a teacup. Lijuan licked her lips and then kissed the top of it. She ran her tongue along it and then wrapped her mouth around it. He was big, and she felt her mouth expand to take him in. She bobbed her head as she sucked on him, making smacking noises just as he let out loud groans.

When he was all hard and ready, she said: "Here now, fuck me like one of Miss Stacy’s saloon whores".

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she fell on her back and looked enticingly at him. Sam moved closer to her, his hard member in his hand, and then guided himself slowly into her. She winced as he began to thrust into her. He groaned and held onto her thighs, the bed creaked as he moved in and out.

"Let me get on top," Lijuan demanded soon afterward. She pushed him off without a reply and laid him on his back. She straddled herself over him and slowly guided herself unto his member. She held onto his shoulders as she moved her hips rapidly. She twisted her hips and raised herself a bit before slamming back down on him. Sam groaned as she moved on him, he held her tightly and tried to match her rhythm. Sweat trickled down his head and her back also glistened with sweat.

"I'm getting close." He said, and she got off him. Lijuan planted a deep kiss on his lips and then knelt close to the bed.

Sam squatted behind her and thrust in from behind. He continued ramming into her, their groans and moans were getting louder. Lijuan was screaming now, moving her hip against his thrust and pulling on the bed sheets.

Sam thrust in one last time and felt the tension explode, he quickly pulled out and let out a long groan. Lijuan smiled and shuddered as she felt some of the warm stuff on her back. She closed her eyes and breathed easily now and then she moved over to Sam and kissed him long and passionately.

It was getting later, and a long coach ride lay ahead in the morning but Lijuan didn’t care. She nestled in close to her most recent conquest, content, happy and at peace. If the woman had any inkling of what was in store for her in the days ahead her body would shudder again, only this time instead of with passion it would be with dread.

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