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Sharpe's Sergeant	By : Sable899 Category: S through Z > The Sharpe Books Views: 1683 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Sharp series of books that this fanfiction is written for, nor do I know Sean Bean. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. This story is fiction.

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Chapter 28 Something in the Air

The drive north from Grafenwoehr to Bayreuth took Sean and Camden over a winding, two-lane highway that wound through scenic farmlands and quaint Bavarian villages. For many long miles Sean sat sullenly, staring over the steering wheel of the speeding Mercedes. Taking her cue from his less than cheerful demeanor, Camden said not one word, waiting instead for him to speak first. When he finally did speak up, it wasn’t exactly what she had been expecting.

“I suppose now that ye’ve been shagged by the big hero, ye’ won’t be won’t be satisfied wi’ me anymore?” Sean grumbled without as much as a sideways glance at her.

“I think I know where this conversation is going,” Camden answered, more to herself than to Sean, “Now I know what you two were talking about while I was in the shower

Silence returned as Sean slowed the car to make a turn at the next intersection of a narrow side road that led quickly away from the civilization of the main highway and into the dark confines of a dense pine and birch forest. He neither knew nor cared where it was leading him; he just needed to think. The road gradually turned to dirt, narrowing to a single lane. He pulled Camden’s car into a small turnaround area evidently made by logging trucks, pulled to a stop and shut off the engine. The silence in the car was deafening until suddenly, Sean got out and walked to the end of the turnaround. A faint deer path drew him on, beckoning him away from the car, away from Camden, and within a few yards spilled out into a small glade next to a tumble of boulders from which a steady flow of spring water bubbled into a small pool before beginning its journey down a narrow brook. The banks of the pool were lush with a thick carpet of dense, deep green moss. The glade was fenced in by a ring of white birch trees that provided a heavy canopy that cast a perpetual shade and drowned out all but the sounds of the birds and the trickle of running water. The air was fresh and clean with traces of the odor of decay of damp vegetation and old fallen leaves; a musk scent that stirred him deep in his loins.

He had no idea how long he stood staring at the serene stillness of the picture postcard scene; time seemed to stand still. There was no sense of the march of the morning sun as it was virtually obliterated from view by the heavy canopy of late spring foliage. Soft whispers from the gentle rustle of leaves overhead soothed him to his very soul. He barely noticed Camden as she came slowly up behind him and slipped her arms around his waist from behind, resting her head against the small of his back.

“It’s called “Climacium dendroides". There’s an old German folk legend about it,” Camden purred in her sultry drawl as her hands began wandering down the front of his jeans, “But it’s more of an experience than a story, or so I’ve heard.”

“It’s as if it’s alive, as if it’s talkin’ to me. I wonder if it might help me understand you?” Sean challenged in a throaty whisper as he rotated in her embrace to wrap his arms around her shoulders and rested his chin on the top of her head. At that moment, he realized no amount of self-control was going to keep him angry with her. As blood rushed to engorge his awakened cock, he knew that she had the power to make him forgive her for her night with Sharpe. But, it was the mystery of how she was going to do it that was starting to spread a smile across his face as he let his mind wander.

“No. It’s not here to tell anyone’s secrets. Besides, it’s the lack of understanding, the mystery, which keeps you fascinated by me. I know that, even if you don’t,” Camden explained, her hands almost involuntarily becoming busy with his belt buckle and zipper, “and no, I’m not going to compare you to Sharpe because that would be like comparing apples to oranges.”

Sean watched a devilish smile cross her face as she tilted her head to focus those deadly blue eyes on him. Camden couldn’t help herself. Being in this place with its teasing musky fragrance drifting up from the bed of moss beneath their feet filled her head with desire and her loins with lust. He heard her throat rumble with a feral growl while he was practically salivating, his breath quickening as his cock filled with anticipation. A delicious shiver visibly ran up her body as suddenly her clothes became burdensome. He moved to strip her of her tee shirt, but she stopped him, firmly forcing his arms to his sides. He let her take control as if he was helpless to prevent it. Unable to sense anything but her hands on his body and the smell of the musky fragrance, Sean’s already engorged cock pulsed in time with the drum-like pounding rising in his ears.

As she stripped him of his clothes, Camden could sense something in the air, something watching, knowing what she was doing, somehow driving her on. It wasn’t of this earth, but of a time primeval, of a time when instinct ruled over conscious thought. The musky, earthy scent was swelling inside her nostrils, filling her senses with a raw hunger. She let him remove his own shoes and socks, his toes sinking into the feathery softness of the moss carpet. She heard an audible sigh escape him as the cool moisture of the robust turf enveloped his bare feet and the heady scent came in an overpowering wave.

Paralyzed, staring transfixed he watched Camden strip her tee shirt off, and taking her bra with it, followed with her jeans and the lacy panties. Her Indian sandals came off with ease until she stood naked before him. The springy softness of the moss beckoned them as she stepped into his embrace, her hands snaking behind his back, taking the firm rounded mounds of his ass into her soft warm hands, tugging him nearer. Collapsing to her knees, she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of his cock, tasting his salt, letting it ride over her tongue, making him wait. Sean ran his tongue gently across his lips and swallowed hard in anticipation of her next move, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

He watched through half-closed eyes as she moved up to tease his navel, feeling her practiced tongue circle it before trailing down the path of the soft blond hairs leading the way to his waiting cock. Her hands glided over his tightening balls. His breath was labored, hot and hard. Before he could gulp in another lungful of the spicy musk-laden air, she took him deep in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the knob of his cock as he stiffened with shock and pleasure.

Camden had no idea what was happening to her. Her desire was overpowering as her control evaporated and her pussy spread its warm moisture over her swollen folds. With each whiff of the spicy musk involuntary tremors racked her body. She was only dimly aware of her teeth ever so faintly grazing his shaft and the sound of his loud gasp as his balls contracted in ecstasy. Her burning clit began to throb and she dug her fingers into Sean’s hips. Taking his rock-hard cock even deeper, she suckled him, working it all the way down to the root. Then she let him slip from her lips until only the rounded head was still in her mouth. She sucked once, feeling the warmth in her mouth and the pre-come that had been waiting for her to draw it forth. The taste was salty sweet and light, and she wanted more. She played with it, tickling it gently between her teeth, and then stroking the flat of her tongue around it to rest on the sensitive underside while she stroked her fingertips along his balls, cupping them in one hand, grazing them gently with her nails. As she worked, she paid attention to his scent, to the way his cock felt on her tongue. She swirled around it, stroking it while it was inside her mouth.

The velvety softness of her tongue against his most tender region sent violent shudders through Sean’s body. Driving his cock in even deeper, he moaned and bucked against her. He could feel his shaft pulsing in her mouth and, his awareness heightened, he knew he was about to come. The air stirred, lifting another cloud of the mystical musk and an urging rushed over him. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the shoulders, pushing her away from his expectant cock. In an instant he had forced her backwards, down into the soft rug of green, pinning her with his weight, his loins resting between her satin thighs. It was sweet torture, trying to remain calm and wait for the urge to climax to subside as a whisper lightly touched his thoughts, telling him to be patient, to savor the sensation of her exquisite depths.

As the head of his shaft probed her slick pussy, Camden’s hips rose to meet him, hungering for his meat to bury deep into her hungry tunnel. His tongue pushed its way into her mouth. His hands caressingly massaged her tits, teased her nipples. His pulsing shaft found her slick lips and pushed inside, splitting open her pink wet folds. Sean wanted his cock deep inside her pussy, to fuck her, fuck her hard. His cock stroked her wet slit and Camden wailed loudly. She cried out through a long climax, and when she was through he rolled her onto her stomach and plunged back into her pussy from behind. She grunted as his shaft angled up inside her. She pawed at the thick bed of moss, musk filling the air, and raised her ass, groaning. Sean’s cock was on the edge, speeding in and out of her hungry pussy, each stroke ramming, harder and harder, till it could go no further. His head rocked with pleasure and fantasy. She screamed again in orgasm. He pumped strongly, the hard surge of his come pulsing, his cock jerking in ecstasy. His come unleashed, his shaft spasming, thrusting, pumping. Joy shot through him. Hot semen surged into her until there was no more.

“Oh sweet Jesus,” he moaned, collapsing, his head resting between her shoulders as he gasped for air, “I’m sorr-eh, Cammie, I’m sorr-eh. I din’t ‘urt ye’, did I?”

“Unh…hurt me?” Camden questioned hoarsely between long breaths, her voice muffled by the cushion of the feathery moss, “Hell, why haven’t you fucked me like that before?”

“Summat grabbed holt o’ me there,” Sean confessed, still panting. His cock softening somewhat, he slid from her to lie flat out on the cool green expanse alongside, staring at the leafy canopy of the small glade, “An’ you werent’ holdin’ anythin’ back yer’sel, were ye’ lass?”

The breezes that had swirled the musky perfume of the moss bed were still while the pair recovered. But as their breathing calmed and their heart rates returned to normal, Sean noticed the leaves overhead begin to stir once more. As he did, the overpowering scent began to seep back into him, reviving his flagging erection. Camden noticed it too as she began to feel her loins quiver with desire once more.

“Unhhhhhh……do you feel it, Sean?” she asked him in a velvet purr, rolling over to lie face up, “It’s the moss, the scent of the moss. That’s what the folklore is about. It is an “experience”. It’s an aphrodisiac. It’s controlling us.”

“Ummmmmmm….well, it can control me anytime it likes,” Sean growled as he moved to lean over her, “as long as you don’t object.”

“Object? Hell no, I won’t object as long as it means you’re going to fuck me like that!” Camden declared approvingly as she moved a hand to stroke his growing cock.

For a moment, Sean just stared at her while his cock came alive in response to her touch. He could identify her aroma mingling with the spicy musk of the moss in his nostrils and it made him want to taste her. After observing her loving caress of his fully erect cock for another moment, he pushed himself back to focus on the full length of her trim body. Starting at her feet, he began kissing each one of her pale enameled toes, making her laugh and squirm. He worked his way upward, starting with an ankle and licking along the inside of a gracefully curved calf, tonguing his way toward the prize that was her pussy.

Camden groaned as Sean licked her, delivering short gasps as he triggered her already-fragile nerve endings along the inside of her thigh. It was a sweet torture; he definitely wasn’t in a hurry. With great finesse he lapped at her smooth, tingling skin until he reached the crease of her groin while his slender, soft hands massaged and kneaded, every inch of skin. He moved back and forth between her thighs, kissing and gently biting them. Her hips moved uncontrollably, grinding into the moss only to lift invitingly towards him and back again and again. Her hands clenched at the thick moss, releasing even more of its musk into the already thick air.

He pressed his lips to her and found her taste amazing. Her spilling juices had mingled with the salty remains of his own orgasm to produce a sweet, intoxicating liquor. The taste of her sex gave him a sense of the flavor of the fragrant moss, invading every sense, every pore, touching every nerve. He could have lapped at her for hours, could have made those little spiraling circles with the point of his tongue, teasing around her pleasure button until she was simply demolished by orgasm after orgasm. But he wanted to stretch it out, to make her come slowly. He licked his lips languidly as she watched his face through half-closed glazed eyes. Agonizingly slow, he began tracing large circles around her clit, occasionally flicking her pulsing nub, but not giving it too much direct attention. She responded by shimmying her hips towards his questing tongue.

Camden couldn’t take it any longer. She wanted Sean’s splendid cock inside her yearning cunt, to come on it, to suck it dry once more. “No more torture…..now, Sean, I want you in me now……….” She wailed as an orgasm flooded over her, wave after wave.

Sean moved up over her to cover her open lips with his, his expert tongue searching, probing. As she spread her thighs wider, her legs wrapping around his hips, the throbbing head of his rock-hard cock strained forward to find the dripping lips of her pussy. Sliding in, he pumped her once, hard, just to let her feel the full length of his organ. Then he slowed down, teasing her, hoping to make her ache for him, to come again and again on his pounding shaft.

“Harder, Sean,” Camden moaned, “Fuck me hard and fast…..”

After hearing her say his own name, he found it impossible to refuse; he did it just like she asked. His cock driving into her cunt, pulling out, and then diving in again as deep as it would go in order to make her moan. Wadding a handful of her hair in one hand, he kept her mouth on his, probing, pulsing with his expert tongue, pulling back for them to gasp for breath. Her body tensed as he drove his cock into her and he could sense the pleasure working its way through her, from the top of her head all the way down her body. He knew exactly what to do; thrusting at regular paces, in and out, hard, swirling his cock within her, letting her contract her tight pussy on him. As she started to come, he danced his tongue to mimic what his cock was doing deep inside her silken channel. Camden started to tug at his cock with her cunt muscles, milking him with those powerful contractions. It felt as if she were pulling him even deeper inside her with each tight squeeze. Then, just as he started spurting his warm juice inside her, she began to climax as he had never experienced with her before.

They both made noises like untamed beasts, howling as their mutual orgasms slammed through their bodies. Camden screamed like a banshee which extended Sean’s own pleasure until he was spent. He collapsed next to her, pulling her body against his so that they lay joined, their skin connected, breathing at the same rapid pace. He stayed inside her warm, wet depths to wait out the exquisite minutes it would take for his erection to subside. Their heads began to lift from the fog of the musk-induced trance as they noticed that the wind had picked up speed, lifting the clouds of birch leaves skyward. The wind began to chill their overheated skin, drawing all trace of the scent up and away from them.

“Are ye’ cold?” Sean asked in a raspy voice, sensing a shiver run down his long, lean legs.

“A bit,” Camden confirmed as she felt goose bumps begin to rise on her arms. She could feel his cock begin to slip from her sopping cunt and release the flood of his hot come. A shudder went through her as it rapidly cooled and ran down her thighs. “I think we need to get away from here before the wind changes again.”

“Aye, makes sense,” Sean agreed, starting to chuckle, “one more spell ‘o that magic would be the death o’ me.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Camden sputtered with a giggle, “Besides, another orgasm like that and I won’t be able to walk for a week. Thank God for that spring. You’ve left me quite a mess Mister Bean.”

“Well don’t go thinkin’ you’ll be getting’ another drop out o’ me today, Sergeant Cantrell. I swear me bollocks ‘ave been drained dry!” Sean choked between laughs.
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