Dark Moon Harvest

Chapter Three

Dark Moon Harvest
Chapter Three

This woman instantly had her undivided attention.

“Can you tell me more about this dark moon stuff? And what is the Dark Moon Harvest?” She hoped this local wasn’t as crazy as she herself began to feel.

“No, no, we don’t speak of it,” the woman replied, and turned abruptly to walk away.

Raven doggedly trailed her, and then reached out and grasped her arm. “But you just did. Please, please tell me about it. Does it make you have strange dreams or walk in your sleep or perhaps, um, make you hear voices? Ooh, or is it kind of like a voodoo thing like in New Orleans or Haiti or what’s that other place, Dev?”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“Oh…I know or like in Jamaica?”

“I am sorry, but I can’t tell you any more.” She added, in the smallest whisper, “Perhaps, if you just happened to turn the wrong way and accidentally went downstairs into the basement, then maybe you would discover more.”

“But why can’t you-”

“I have daughters. I can’t risk them. There can be no connection,” she whispered, signing the cross upon her chest.

“But,” she tried to keep the woman still, but the woman wouldn’t have it and pulled away, quickly disappearing into the crowd.

“Creepy old bat,” Devon growled. “Don’t believe a word she said. She’s just building up drama to help bring in the tourists. She probably wants you to chase behind her and offer her some money to give you the information that you want whether it’s true or not. You should just drop it. So, what do you want to do now?” he pulled her playfully into his strong arms.

She smiled mischievously up into his handsome face. “Find a hidden basement.”

He groaned, “Figures. Can’t leave well enough alone, can you? You’re just asking for a let-down.”

“Well, whatever.”

“Do you honestly think that anything she said was true?”

“Whether it’s true or not, it wouldn’t hurt to look around a bit. You don’t have anything more important to do, do you?”

“Nope. Guess we’re going basement hunting, beautiful.”

Rae smiled with smug satisfaction and grabbed his hand.

It didn’t take much to locate the basement. She figured that with all the secrecy about the Dark Moon Harvest, she wouldn’t be able to find the door. But actually, nothing about it was hidden. In fact, a sign hung on the door boldly labeled basement in English under the local language of the Roatan Islanders. Good thing, too, since neither one of them could speak a bit of Spanish.

“See? No big deal. It’s not so ‘007’ after all. So let’s go down, take a look around, then blow this joint,” he urged.

The two locked hands again as they made their way down the stairs. It didn’t take long to reach the bottom. And to her surprise, she discovered that it ran the length of the entire museum. The size alone would have felt ominously daunting had there not been so much light about, and if Devon had not been with her. She inhaled deeply.

“Well, let’s get started.”

Statues and figurines filled the area as well as crates, boxes, and numerous other items she couldn’t even hazard a guess about. This would be a hell of a job because as far as she could see, it appeared to be one huge warehouse.

“Oh my… God…”

“Exactly, hon. You sure you want to do this?”

“Yep. Gotta do it or I’ll never be satisfied. I just want to know what’s going on around here, that’s all. I promise, once I find out I won’t do any more snooping.”

“Sure you won’t,” he said sarcastically.

“I mean it. I only want to know what it’s all about. I don’t need details. But at least that woman could have given me some better hints. How am I going to find anything in all this mess?”

“I still think she played you. Bet she’s waiting upstairs to come to your rescue for a nice handful of American dollars. Not too late to back out,” he grinned.

“You’re such a pessimist. Just get to work, pretty boy,” she ordered and pushed him away, pointing to the opposite end.

A couple of hours later, they were quickly tiring, but still exploring. Raven stood up from her area, stretching and rubbing her neck and back. It was futile. She had wasted their entire day on bullshit. Yep, I got played, she thought. How could Devon put up with her like he had? Giving up, she turned to leave when a movement caught the corner of her eye. She spun back, startled, her heart racing, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. However, one particular statue-at least, a stone wing protruding over some crates further back, caught her attention. She made her way to the corner, rearranging and pushing artifacts until she finally reached it. She pressed lightly upon the crates stacked around it and, to her delight, found that they had been previously emptied.

Only moments later, she cleared the area around the statue to fully view it. It appeared particularly aged and seemed to be made of marble. Intrigued, she made her way toward it, and then crinkled her brows. Had she seen this statue before? Somehow it seemed familiar. What a handsomely crafted, well-carved man. Well, I think he’s a man - what’s with the wings? The wings appeared fine and feathered. What did this man depict?

“Obviously an angel,” she murmured as her eyes traveled about-and fingers followed with curiosity. His obvious virility soon caught her eye. His cock had been carved fully erect and practically as thick as a damned python, so to speak. Her breath caught in her throat at the pleasurable tremor of familiarity that shot through her depths.

A twinge moved through her belly as a delicious throb settled between her legs. She couldn’t explain her sudden urge to mount him and ride him like a beast, but at this moment she only wanted to feel his cock deep inside her. Her hand moved slowly down as her eyes glazed over and she reached into her panties to feel her own moistness. Her breathing quickened as she massaged herself. She could hear Devon nearing, but didn’t care-she would take the statue and him too.

Take him, own him…

“Find anything, beautiful?” he questioned, placing his hands on her shoulders. She moaned at his exquisite touch. “Rae, you okay?”

Quietly, she turned around, allowing him to see her fondle herself, noting with satisfaction the catch in his voice. For a full-grown, hot-blooded articulate man, he sure had lost his words for the moment. Slowly, she pulled out her wet fingers, about to place them in her mouth, when he opened his instead. His eyes burned strangely, sending unbelievable thrills through her body. He clasped her hand, pulled it up to his lips, and deeply inhaled her scent before placing her fingers slowly, one by one, into his mouth. He ran his tongue about them and suckled them like a rare treat.

She breathed harder with anticipation as he moved closer, backing her against the statue. All the while, he removed her clothes until she stood bare. He reached out lifting her and carefully lowered her onto the statue’s tremendous cock. A wicked smile spread across his lips as pleasure raced across her face.

“You like that, huh?”

“Yes,” she whispered, staring into his eyes.

“Fuck it for me, Rae. I want to watch,” he growled hoarsely, and she did just that.

She braced herself, rising and falling rhythmically, enjoying the way the marble warmed to her body and stretched her just so. Devon placed his hands under her ass, helping her to rise and fall upon the shaft. Every few fucks, he would ease a hand forward to feel her abundant wetness before continuing.

“Wrap your legs around my waist now,” he commanded.

She obeyed him.

“Unbuckle my pants.” As she complied, he continued to ease her up and down upon the marble cock.

“Yes, that’s the way to do it. Let it fill you,” he whispered as she released him from the bonds of clothing. His engorged cock hung heavy and throbbing. She could see his muscles move with desire. “I’m going to take you now, with the statue still inside of you, do you understand?”

She dreamily nodded her head as he moved closer, rubbing his stiff, swollen head against her entrance. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Take me, please,” she begged in a strange but familiar voice pulling him closer.

He pressed his cock to her entrance then pressed harder, feeling a little give. He pushed firmly until his head entered her and grabbed her ass again with both hands. She cried out in painful pleasure and he stopped.

“No, don’t stop.”

“But you are so tight, too tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then keep me wet and move slowly,” she purred, holding his gaze with her own. “I won’t feel the pain until later.”

Excitement filled his eyes and the corner of his mouth tilted sensually. With a slow, firm thrust, he penetrated her deeper and kept pushing while she moistened further for him, helping to ease the way. A few more pushes and trembling cries later, he reached his destination, and then pulled back. Raven gasped in torrid delight. His thrusts picked up as he fully took her and not only did he plunge into her, but he also raised her up and down upon the statue’s shaft. He thrust both cocks into her wanton pussy as she moaned and groaned in painful delight.

“Oh yes, please, more, more,” she begged, trembling. She just couldn’t get enough of him. The carnality continued while they thoroughly enjoyed each other’s flesh. Their moans and audible lovemaking cocooned them heightening the erotic experience until suddenly, she threw back her head and covered him with her sweet nectar. Her loud cries echoed throughout the room, so he covered her mouth with his own, wrapping his tongue about hers with decadence. Soon his body shuddered and he released himself into her. Again, she threw back her head, reveling in the feel of his wet heat shooting into her body, while he placed hot kisses down her throat and onto her breasts. He then sharply nipped at her shoulder.


McKinzie S. Heart
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