Mika sends Adam to Winlay

“You stay here, I'm going to talk some sense into Adam.” Mika told her firmly, heading for the door.

“No Mika! Wait.” Winlay stopped her. “I told you, he doesn't want me.”

“He wants you Winlay, trust me on that.” Mika assured her “He's just hesitant because you are an initiate of Xelta, and because of his vows as a Templar.” Winlay wasn't convinced so Mika continued.

“When I send him in to see you, don't let him see innocent Sister Winlay, be the 'Hot Island Maiden' that you see there.” She pointed at the reflection in the great boiler. With those words of advice Mika left and this time Winlay did nothing to stop her. Perhaps it was wrong, but Winlay wanted nothing more than to lie in Adam's arms again and hear him tell her that everything was going to be alright.

Winlay stared pensively at the reflection in the polished metal. She did look like an uninhibited island native, now if only she could act the part. With a sudden smile she shimmied out of her plain white panties and tossed them into a corner, surely no Barrington Islander would wear something as practical as these. As she waited Winlay ran her hands slowly up and down her body squeezing and caressing her curves trying to push any doubt from her mind. She had been eager enough when Adam had first stripped her in the sweltering heat of this room, that was the fire she needed now to convince Adam she wasn't an innocent maid to be protected, but a woman to be loved.

The door to the boiler room opened slowly, and Winlay saw the Adam step through the heavy door closing it firmly behind him. He looked brutally dangerous with his hair cropped short and the welts that were clearly visible on his back as he turned to shut the door. Winlay's breathing quickened as she saw him standing in the upper level of the room staring at her with undisguised desire. The fierce heat of the boilers was nothing compared to the fire that burned in Adam's eyes. Winlay smiled nervously as she climbed the four steps to meet him by the great table, he looked so different it was not hard at all to imagine that this man was a stranger who had been washed ashore on her small island.

For one brief moment Winlay could imagined that this man was not just a common sailor looking for the pleasures of her body but a slaver; an unscrupulous villain who was here not just to receive her gift of hospitality, but a thug who would bind her wrists and ankles and then carry her away to sell to the highest bidder. She shuddered violently, but whether from horror or desire she could not say. Pushing the disturbing thought aside Winlay decided to focus on pleasing the man she loved and not the dangerous looking man created by Sister Margaret's tricks.

“Honored Sir” Winlay began, trying to guess what the island maidens might say. “Our elders were greatly shamed that you found none of our offerings acceptable…” She could see the momentary confusion in his face fade as he realized what she was doing. “Sir, my father is the Chief of our small island. He has instructed me to please you in any manner that you wish.” Winlay didn't have the courage to meet his gaze, but she saw his fists clench as his great frame staggered.

“Winlay,” He tried anyway, but she interrupted him almost immediately.

“Please sir, do not shame me as well.” She kept her voice low and soft as she crossed the room to stand only an arm’s length away. With a daring that she could barely believe Winlay pulled the polished wooden pin out of the fold on her right shoulder the cotton sarong fell in a heap around her ankles; she stood in her glorious naked golden skin before him. She saw his eyes widen and heard his soft groan, any shyness she felt was wiped away by the undisguised honesty of his reaction.

Adam swept her into his strong arms and lifted her much shorter body to his mouth. His lips were firm as he pressed them to her and she opened her mouth inviting his tongue to taste her warmth. She pressed her breasts against his bare chest and felt Adam’s body responded in kind. His erection pressed against her belly a thick hard bulge until Winlay slipped free of his embrace and knelt at his feet to work the laces open, freeing his manhood and stroking it with her soft palms. How she wanted this hardness deep inside her!

“Is this pleasing mighty wanderer?” She asked him still playing the role of a maiden welcoming a strange visitor to her island paradise. She knew just how pleasing he found her because his cock swelled even more in her hand and a drop of liquid oozed from its tip. Before he could even answer she engulfed the swollen head of his shaft in her mouth and felt a surge of warmth in her core as he groaned softly. She worked his shaft gently, experimenting with different movements of her tongue and occasionally she sucking him so deeply into her mouth that she could feel his cock against the back of her throat making her gag on his meat.

With each attempt she was able to hold him longer and deeper in her mouth and she wondered if she'd be able to swallow him all the way into her throat. She remembered how much sperm had shot from this cock when she held it in her hand and again as it covered her breasts and face she knew that if he exploded like that when he was this deep in her mouth he'd shoot his seed straight down her gullet.

Unlike in her first encounter with Adam, Winlay felt no hesitation or shame about using her mouth. She'd take Adam just like that islander had in the thatched hut, sucking his wonderful cock until Adam filled her belly or until he decided to have her in some other way.