Date: Fri, 25 May 2001 04:58:54 EDT
From: MyIcyHeart@aol.com
Subject: Lost in Land of Lust Ch 4-6

"Lost In A Land of Lust"
Chapters 4-6
By Jonathan Nguyen
MyIcyHeart@aol.com

WARNING ... This story contains graphic descriptions of sex.  If you find
this offensive, or are not of legal age in your area, stop reading now.


Chapter 4: Prey

	"Please let me go," I whispered to the wolf-man, my throat aching
from the vicious assault it had endured a few minutes ago.

	The wolf-man didn't flinch, his strong body still straddling my
chest.  His mouth seemed to water as he stared down at the young meat below
him.  It was obvious my young flesh was a delicacy to the hungry beast.  I
hoped that if he was going to eat me, he would snap my neck first with his
huge clawed hand.  It was too horrible to imagine being eaten alive.  The
wolf-man began to change again.  The bones beneath his flesh seemed to be
cracking and shifting as his body continued to change further into that of
a wolf.  Soon his body was a mass of thick fur, his once human face
contorted into a vicious snouted animal.  The light filtered down through
the trees and hit his rows of sharp teeth, making them glint like steel
blades ready to slice into me.  Through this transformation I was paralyzed
in shock and fear, unable to move nor make a noise.  What could I do but
lie there?

	The wolf-beast looked down at me, his snout seemed to be curled in
a cruel smile.  He then got off me.  I stared up at the tree branches above
my head for a moment before sitting up.  He was crouching next to me.  Was
he letting me go?  I was confused at the sudden turn of events.  I warily
stood up, my legs were weak from all the excitement.  I backed a few steps
away from the beast.  He didn't move.  He raised a huge paw and jerked it
away from his body like he was shooing me away.  I started to back away
from him slowly, and then faster when he didn't follow me.  I then turned
and fled, although it was hard to run very fast in the densely wooded area.
I heard the wolf howl, the sound echoing through the forest like a
ricocheting bullet.  It sent chills down my spine, and I turned to look
back at the wolf.  It was staring at me with that evil little smile.  And
then I understood why he let me go.  He wanted to chase me down, hunt me
like a little frightened deer.  I saw him leap forward towards me.  I
turned and ran as fast as I could.  He had allowed me a large head start
but I knew I could never outrun him, especially in the forest.  He had
ripped my shirt off, and now the twigs and braches whipped and scratched my
naked torso and arms as if they were trying to help the wolf by slowing me
down.  I heard his growls all around me.  He was having fun with me.
Batting me around like a cat plays with a mouse before it slices its soft
belly open with a claw.

	I heard a loud crash of branches and a thunderous howl, and
suddenly I was back on my backside again.  Pinned by two heavy paws on my
chest.  I could feel some blood trickling down my chest as the wolf-beast's
claws cut into me just by his pushing down on me.  With a triumphant howl
the wolf raised his mighty paw, yellowy nails fully extended, ready to
deliver a mighty death swipe.  I clenched my teeth, my eyes involuntarily
squeezing shut.  My mind swam with flashes of my life as I tried to
distance my mind from what was happening, slipping into an almost
unconscious state of mind.  I could feel blood all over me, hot burning
blood.  It had done it.  I was dying.  But I was glad I could feel no pain.

	I began to feel like I was floating away.  I heard a voice.  It was
a man's voice.  God?  An angel?  Then I felt a stinging slap across my face
and my eyes flew open.  I wasn't in heaven, I wasn't even dead.  But I did
see an angel looking down at me.  It took me awhile to snap out of my daze.
I looked at my body.  I was covered in blood.  But it wasn't mine.  The
wolf's body was a few feet from me, bloody and decapitated.  My eyes shot
back to the "angel" hovering above me, talking softly to me.  He was a
beautiful blonde man in his late teens, early twenties, with blonde hair
and green eyes.  His mouth was moving but I couldn't hear him.  I glanced
at his clothes and a realized he was the knight I had ran into the forest
to avoid.  Then I noticed the girl behind him.  It was the girl I had tried
to save.  She was wrapped in her red cloak to conceal her naked body since
the wolf had torn her clothes to bits.  Then it came to me through my
chaotic thoughts that the wolf and the red cloak were familiar.  Little red
riding hood.  It certainly was a twisted version, but I had just witnessed
a fairy tale come to life.

	My mind began to organize itself and finally I could hear the man's
words.  "Are you hurt?"  He was surveying my body for any wounds, which was
hard with all the wolfblood on me.

	With much effort on my part I was able to say, "I don't think so."

	The man was happy to see that I finally understood him.  He pulled
me up, propping me up against a tree trunk so I was sitting.  The girl just
stood and stared at me, probably still shook up after her ordeal.  "Do you
have a name good sir?"  The knight asked me.

	"Eric," I answered.

	"My name is Tristan, and this is my little sister Eliza," the man
said.  "Thank you for helping her back there.  We were visiting our
Grandparents in the town back there when I turned for a moment and she was
gone.  I have been searching for her for hours since she was taken by the
wolf. We are both in your debt."

	"You killed the wolf.  I think that makes us even," I said.
Tristan smiled, making his face even more luminous and beautiful.  The
light that had made the wolf seem so treacherous and evil made this young
man look like an angel with golden hair and crystal clear eyes.

	I glanced at the bloodied sword by his side.  "It wasn't a silver
bullet, but it sure did a god job killing that werewolf," I said, feeling
my strength returning.

	"A silver what?" Tristan asked, confused.

	"Oh, never mind."

	"We better get going," said Eliza, finally speaking.  "It's getting
dark."

	I started to stand up, Tristan helped me.  I looked into his
sparkling green eyes and thanked him.

Chapter 5: Naughty Little Red Riding Hood


	As darkness enveloped the strange land I had been teleported to, me
and my two new friends finally arrived at a tavern.  I had been uncertain
about telling Tristan and Eliza of my plight, but Tristan's warmth made it
impossible for me not to trust him.  I told them the story and hoped they
believed me.  They both seemed to find the story strange, but because of my
strange clothing and my watch, they seemed to except it as truth.

	"After I take my sister home to my mother, I will help you find
your way home," Tristan pledged.  I was thankful.

	The three of us entered the tavern.  It was busy and noisy with
about a dozen men and a few women, drinking and eating.  They all stared at
us as we walked in, Tristan in his armor, Eliza in her red cloak wrapped
around her body, and me with no shirt and still stained with blood.
Looking around at the other men in their normal clothes, I realized that
Tristan, dressed in his shiny chain mail armor, was of a higher class or
position.  It was certainly noticeable in the way he moved and acted.  He
carried an air of confidence and authority that made me admire him.

	After paying the tavern keeper and having a small basic meal, the
old woman led us up the stairs to our rooms.  I was shown to my little room
lit by a lantern.  I took off my jeans and sat down on the bed.  It had
been a strange, exhausting day.  A few moments later there was a knock at
the door.  It opened and Eliza came in carrying a little tin basin and some
clothes.  She had on a plain little dress.

	"Tristan bought us some clothes," she said placing some garments on
my bed.  "They didn't have anything great, but it'll have to do till we get
home."

	"Thanks," I said.  She smiled.  I hadn't really noticed her before
since she was so quiet and because of my fixation with her brother, but now
I realized she was a very pretty girl with long wavy blonde hair, bright
eyes, and cherry red lips.  I was suddenly very aware I was only in my
boxers.

	Eliza pointed to the bucket of water and pulled out a washcloth,
"Tristan got this for you to wash that blood off, they don't have enough
water drawn for a bath at this hour."  She pulled the little bucket up to
the bed and dipped the towel in.  "I could help you wash the spots you
can't reach, like your back."

	"You don't have to..."

	"I want to...it's the least I can do to repay you for helping me.
It was very brave...I think most men twice your size would have ran."  She
began to wash my back with the cloth, slowly and gently.  She continued to
wash my neck and arms, and then she moved to my front and started washing
my legs, chest and stomach.  The slow meticulous washing slightly aroused
me especially when she was washing my legs and I could see down the front
of her dress.  It reminded me of her naked body underneath the groaning
wolf-man.  My boxers began to slightly tent at my dirty thoughts of the
beautiful teen washing me.

	"I could wash the rest of you if you take off your shorts, Eric,"
Eliza said, bringing my thoughts back from my fantasy into a new real
fantasy.  Was she serious?  I nodded, and she tugged at my boxers as I
lifted my butt and pulled them off.  My cock was semi-hard.  Eliza washed
my testicles and ass first, and then she began to slide the wet cloth over
my hardening cock, her eyes glued to her work.  Soon she had her clothed
hand wrapped around my almost fully erect cock and was "washing it" up and
down slowly.

	We were both silent for a minute until she asked, "How did it feel
to have the wolf's cock in your mouth?"

	I was stunned for a moment.  I guess she hadn't fled from the scene
right away.  I was slightly embarrassed that she had witnessed it until I
saw the look of curiosity on her pretty face.  "It was...not horrible.  I
don't know..."  My voice trailed off.  "How did it feel in your...vagina?"

	"Painful," She winced.  "Is sex always that painful?"

	"No," I replied.  At 16, I had only gone as far as oral sex with a
few girls and my best friend Trevor.  I had come close but never had gone
all the way, but I knew it could be a pleasurable experience for both
partners if done right.

	"Maybe you could show me..."  Eliza said, blushing a bit as the
words came out.  She smiled that beautiful smile than ran in her family.
Her "washing" me up had gotten me worked up so before I knew it I was
kissing her on the lips hard, my tongue invading her mouth, inviting hers
to dance with mine in our mouths.  My hands went to her breasts as hers
went to my now aching cock.  I fumbled with the lacing of her dress,
unfamiliar with the old styled clothing.  Finally it came undone and she
writhed out of her dress our lips still latched together.  Now both fully
naked, our naked bodies pressed together, my cock against her tummy.  Her
soft, beautiful breasts were a nice handful, the nipples hard and aroused.

	Even as horny as I was, I didn't want to take advantage of her,
"You sure you want this?" I asked, breathing heavily.  She nodded her head
as she mashed her soft lips against mine.

	My hand went down to her pussy, through the soft down-like pubic
hair I could feel she was wet and ready.  My manhood stood tall and proud,
yearning to feel the inside of a woman for the first time.  I laid her down
on the bed and mounted her.  I guided the head to her opening, rubbing it
against her clit, eliciting moans from her red lips.  I slowly pushed down
on her, it began to slide in slowly, her walls swallowing my cock inch by
inch.  Her face showed no pain since the wolf had popped her cherry
already.  I couldn't believe the way her pussy seemed to massage my cock as
I began to slide in and out of her.  It felt hot and wet and just plain
fucking good.  Eliza began to moan and make small little whimpering noises
that made my blood boil with lust.  I began to thrust harder and faster,
she clutched my shoulders and bit her lip, but gave an approving moan.  She
began a mantra of "yes's," first whispering it almost inaudibly and then
each time it got louder and louder.  It became our own passionate little
chant.

	"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes! YES!" She chanted between moans, to the beat
of our teenage flesh slapping against each other's bodies.  Suddenly she
stopped, like she had just frozen.  At first I thought she was about to
orgasm, but then I looked at her face.  Her eyes were wide and staring over
my shoulder.  I turned my head towards the door over my shoulder and saw
Tristan standing at the doorway staring at us with an emotionless face.


Chapter 6: Two Become Three

	Eliza and I laid there both silently watching Tristan as he watched
us.  My cock was still in her.  We were both unsure what Tristan would do.
I remembered what had happened to that wolf-man.

	Finally after what seemed like an eternity, Tristan spoke, "Since
you saved my sister most likely from death, you may have her for the night.
But no one shall ever know of this, for she shall be a virgin bride or it
will bring shame on my family's good name."  He walked over to the bed and
whispered in my ear, "Please do not spill your seed in her, an unmarried
girl with child is as good as dead to her parents."  I nodded, suddenly
very ashamed I had my cock up his sister's pussy.  Partly because as soon
as he was in the room, Eliza was nothing more than something in the
background.  I was drawn to Tristan, his beauty, and presence.

	Tristan turned to leave, but Eliza called him.  She looked me in
the eye, and I could tell she knew by the way I looked at her brother that
he was the one I really wanted.  "Maybe you should stay Tristan."

	Tristan looked at her and then at me.  "What do you mean, Eliza?"

	"Don't you want to pay your dept to our friend here?" Eliza asked.
"Well, I think he would like it very much if you stayed."

	Tristan looked confused for a moment, and then asked, "Is that true
Eric?"  I couldn't look him in the eye, but I nodded.  "That's nothing to
be ashamed of," Tristan said softly as he walked over and sat on the bed
next to Eliza and me, still intertwined.  "When I was a bit younger, me and
some of the boys in my town used to enjoy each other all the time."

	He leaned over and kissed me sweetly on the cheek.  He stood up and
stripped of his undergarments, exposing his smooth muscled body.  My
erection in Eliza found new life and surged to its full potential once
again.  I looked down at Eliza and she was smiling as she felt my arousal
over her brother.  "We are both yours for the night I guess," Eliza
giggled.

	"Yes," Tristan grinned.  "How do you want us master?"

	I blushed, feeling nervous but incredibly excited.  I pulled out of
Eliza and helped her onto all fours.  For someone supposedly naive to sex,
she got the idea quickly and arched her back thrusting her ass in the air,
ready for me to slide my cock in her pussy from behind.  And I did, sliding
my steel rod in her still wet and tight hole.  I bit my lip and eyed
Tristan's limp but still deliciously large package.  I saw it jump slightly
when Tristan saw me staring.  He knew what I wanted, and was very willing
to give it to me.  He got on the bed standing up and moved over his sister
who was on all four.  My face became face to cock with his penis.

	Eliza began to move back and forth, her tight pussy acting like a
hot fist jerking my cock.  As Tristan pressed his crotch against my face
and I inhaled his manly scent, I began to meet Eliza's thrusts.  She would
slam back and I would slam forward, meeting in the center in a blissful
union of intense passion and heat.  She began to moan loudly again, this
time determined to climax as fast as she could.  As my cock was plunging in
and out of Eliza, I was licking her brothers perfectly formed and cut dick
with my pink tongue.  I rolled the balls around with my tongue, licking
them, savoring them.  I then enveloped the head, sucking it tenderly and
using my tongue to trace the ridge of the quickly expanding head.  I could
feel the blood warming up his perfect manhood as it began to thicken and
lengthen in my hungry mouth.  I wanted to memorize every vein and curve of
his penis.  Soon his cock was rock hard and fully erect.  It was about an
inch bigger than my own 7 inches but much thicker.  It was just as perfect
as the rest of his chiseled body, like a granite model of perfection
sprouting from a base of soft blondish pubes.  I coated every inch of his
cock in my spit, massaging it, milking it with my tight throat and soft
tongue.  Tristan was making low breathy moans that, combined with Eliza's
high "yes's," made my cock burn and tremble, threatening to explode any
second.  I was aware that Eliza had screamed aloud twice since I had been
lost in worshiping Tristan's meat, and each time she seemed to have spasmed
and oozed more pussy juices, I guessed that those had been orgasms.  I was
on the brink myself.  Remembering Tristan's warning about impregnating his
sister I pulled his cock out of my mouth long enough to warn that I was
close and pulled out of Eliza.  I started stroking my cock as I continued
my oral assault on the fat cock in front of me.

	I was surprised when Eliza pulled my hand away from my cock and I
felt the warmth of her wet mouth wrap around my aching member.  She was
full of surprises.  I moaned and pulled Tristan's cock out of my mouth and
began to stroke it.  I was about to shoot and I was afraid of biting his
dick in my moment of pure ecstasy.  Eliza created suction that I had never
felt before, I felt my cock lose control as it quivered and spasmed.
Burning pleasure went from my nutsack, traveling up the shaft of my sore
cock and finally exploded out my cockslit in brilliant bursts that shook my
body like explosions of pure energy.  It felt like every cell in my body
had had its on private orgasm that had combined together for one incredible
moment.  As I coasted down, I once again took Tristan's cock down my
throat, sucking it harder and faster by the moment.  I wrapped my hand
around the thick base and stroked him fast as I devoured and fucked the top
half of his hardness with my mouth.  I felt him tremble, his legs were
shaking.  He was making loud sounds of lust and pleasure.  Then I could
feel the energy in him shoot throughout his body as it transferred to me,
his cock began to jerk wildly, forcing volley after volley of hot white cum
to spurt into my mouth.  I was desperate to get every bit of it and savor
its magnificent taste and texture, licking my lips and sucking the last bit
out of his cockslit.

	After a few moments Tristan dropped to his knees in front of me so
that we were face to face.  Eliza had moved to the side and had been
watching her brother feed me his load with a smile on her lips.  Tristan
was 4 to 5 inches taller than me so he leaned down a bit and lifted my chin
to kiss me.  First a sweet soft kiss on the lips, followed by a passionate
kiss that made me melt into his arms.  I knew he could taste his own cum.
He gently laid me back on the bed beside Eliza and laid down on the other
side.  We all drifted into a peaceful slumber, with me tangled in the
middle of two of the most beautiful people I had ever met.

	We fell asleep thinking it would be nice sunny day the next morning
where Eliza would be taken home to her parents and Tristan would help me
find my way home, but we were wrong.  Things wouldn't go that way.  Life
wasn't that simple, not for me anyway.  We didn't realize that the tiny bit
of food we ate before we went to bed had been drugged by the old tavern
keeper.  She had found it to be a very lucrative business drugging
beautiful young men and women from out of town and then selling them...

TO BE CONTINUED...

Hope the chapter (chp 4) without sex didn't frustrate anyone...hehe... Bet
a bunch of people stopped reading after they read two paragraphs without
sex, but SORRY they can't have sex outta nowhere!  Next chapters will be
coming as soon as I write them, thanx to those who wrote after the first
installment.  Keep checking back for the new chapters to find out what
happens when our studly teen hero gets sold like a piece of meat...
Mmm...meat...lol ;-) Also would love feedback on whether I should continue
with Eric's bisexual tendencies or make him more guy oriented???

Jonathan Nguyen aka a 18 year old with a dirty mind
	MyIcyHeart@aol.com
5/5/01