The King's Karma: A Short Fantasy Romance

by Katerina Winters

  “Did you know he could…” By the desperate look in her eyes, he could tell she had many questions.

  “No, my Lady, I had no idea,” he answered honestly. “But that changes nothing right now, we have to find shelter before it gets dark.” He added firmly finally urging her to continue walking.

  Walking along the river, they followed it up stream until they hit a natural dead-end. There was a small waterfall along the steep rocky wall covered in moss. Luckily Daden spotted a cave nearby, checking to make sure it was uninhabited first, he ushered her inside.

  The cave only appeared to be a small crack on the outside that made one assume it wouldn’t be much more once they stepped inside. Inside it was drastically different. A large open tear in the rocky formation allowed them to stand comfortably inside. High above, a portion of the rock gave way to nature over time opening a large enough crack to allow sunlight and air to pass through. The slight melodic trickle against the far wall, ran a small but strong trail of water along the side and out another crack presumably down into the river. “Stay here, I’m going to get some firewood.” Not giving her the chance to reply Daden slipped back out of the crack in the wall leaving her alone.

  Sitting on the surprisingly very soft moss, Ishtar pulled her knees up underneath her soaked dress. She couldn’t feel or think anything. It felt as if there were too many emotions to concentrate on just one. Resting her cheek on her knee, she waited for Daden to return.

  With an arm full of wood and his pockets full of wild berries, they made camp as the sun sunk behind the trees. Comfortably they sat on the thick, soft moss beneath them and warmed themselves by the crackling fire. Munching on some of the berries he scavenged, Ishtar extended her hands to the flame.

  Sucking in air between his teeth in shock Daden caught sight of her shoulder peeking out from beneath her torn clothing.

  “Lady Ishtar,” he exclaimed worriedly as he gently grabbed her upper arms stilling her so he could inspect the damage. “When did this happen?”

  Confused Ishtar tried to turn her head to view over her shoulder, but she wasn’t able to see much just a few scratches.

  “It must’ve happened when we slid down the hill,” she offered with a smile hoping the simple yet logical explanation would take the worried look off Daden face.

  His frown only deepened. Grabbing Suros’s heavy sword, Daden began to cut strips from the bottom of her dress.

  “What are you doing?!” Not sure what was happening she found herself being pushed to the ground onto her stomach.

  “I’m going to dip the strips into this cold water here,” from her position on the ground Ishtar watched worriedly as Daden frantically moved across the cave to the water source and back to her. “And I’m going to clean these cuts and lay the other strips over your…”

  “Daden I really don’t think this is necessary, I will…” She tried to sit back up, but Daden’s strong hand held her in place.

  “You will rest,” Daden’s voice snapped in command. Feeling her jump underneath his hand he quickly apologized, leaning over to stare at her large frightened green eyes he gave her an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry my Lady, I didn’t mean to scare you… It’s… It’s just that I really need you to rest.” The worried look in his eyes pulled at her heart. “If something were to happen to you I would never be able to go back home. I may as well get comfortable in this cave that is if the King doesn’t kill me first.”

  Ishtar wanted to argue that she was fine and he was most likely being too extreme, but she was too exhausted. Besides she could not, in all honesty, convince herself that Suros would not react savagely if she were harmed. Images of the colossal wolf reappeared in her mind. She could hardly believe what she saw. Sleepily she drifted to sleep as Daden doctored her bruised back.

  His hands were still shaking. Daden sat on the far side of the cave and stared at the sleeping woman. With the top of her dress pulled down past her shoulders she laid perfectly still on her stomach as she slept.

  She was just so soft. From the moment Daden saw her he wanted to reach out and touch her. Her soft skin and those fluffy white ears drove him crazy just to look at her. He never seen anything like it. Cleaning the cuts along her shoulders and arms Daden was the first and most assuredly the last of the men that would ever get the privilege. Frowning he turned his head away and stared into the flame as he toyed with a small rock in his hand. Fenak told him what Lord Suros planned to do with the woman. The thought worried and intrigued him. The gentle demon would make a wonderful Queen to Tige for that he was certain, but it worried him when he let his thoughts drift to their King and his obvious lust for the innocent bunny.

  Stay in your place. Rodis’s familiar words rang through Daden’s head. The private affairs of his King and his future wife were none of his concern.

  The ground shaking thump woke Daden in a start. Onto his feet, he had his King’s sword ready in one hand as he strained to listen for another sound.

  Again, a heavy vibration pulsed the earth.

  Pulse quickening Daden judged his options. Narrowing his gaze, he grabbed his shield with his other hand and slipped out the cave. The roar of the waterfall made it difficult pick up all the sounds as he slowly inched forward away from the cave’s entrance. Scanning the still darkness, Daden whirled around at the sound behind him. Standing on the cliffs edge directly above the cave the giant white wolf stared down at him with red glowing eyes.

  The odd mixture of relief and fear simultaneously pumped through him as Daden stood facing the beast. Gracefully the wolf silently padded down from the cliff and turned to face him. Lowering its massive head between its shoulders the wolf brought its snarling face inches from Daden.

  “Lord Suros,” his voice was barely above a whisper as he struggled to acknowledge his King.

  The deep growl rumbled from its throat in response.

  “I have your sword,” he offered desperately.

  The growl grew louder bearing the wolf’s sharp teeth in a snarl.

  “I mean…” Daden stumbled over his words, shaking his head to clear any more dumb responses that would get him killed. “I mean I have Lady Ishtar. She is asleep inside.”

  The vibrations filling the cool night air from the beast’s threatening growl stopped. Looking up from Daden the wolf lifted his gaze eyeing the entrance of the cave. Giving him one last glare the wolf walked into the darkness of the surrounding forest.

  Highly confused at this point, Daden just stood there staring at the spot of the forest where he disappeared. Daden was starting to think he left when he saw the familiar tall, pale figure emerge from the tree line. Back to his normal self, Lord Suros walked past him and towards the cave—completely nude. Uncomfortable, Daden kept his gaze at Suros’s shoulder as the demon turned back to him.

  “Follow the stream up the mountain, you will meet the rest.” Saying nothing else the wolf entered the cave.

  *~*~*

  The tugging feeling of her clothes gently awakened her senses. Sleepily Ishtar tried to focus her fuzzy thoughts around the movement of her body. The sound of fabric ripping and warm moist air on her back startled her.

  “Daden?” She called out, alarmed yet perplexed. Still lying on her stomach, she attempted to push herself up but the pale hand suddenly covering hers stopped her.

  With her cheek pressed to the ground, relief rushed through her as she stared at the familiar hand on top of hers. Lacing his long-clawed fingers through hers, she watched as his fingers enclosed gathering a fistful of the moss in her hand, inside of his own.

  “Suros…” His name came out as a breathy pant, as she felt his tongue on her shoulder. Slowly and methodically she felt his tongue trace her wounds along her bare shoulders igniting a growing ache within her with each touch. Shifting deliriously under the heated turmoil Ishtar could not contain her intake of breath when she felt him lower his large body on top of hers. With another touch, she felt her torn dress slide past her waist and down her legs. Using
his grip on her right hand, he pulled and turned her over until she lay flat on her back face-to-face with her King.

  Reflexively Ishtar covered herself from the red eyes that shined down at her in primal hunger. Without waiting for her compliance, she felt him force her legs apart settling his own between them. Sucking in her breath Ishtar could feel the extent of his nudity as he pressed the heat of his powerful hips against hers introducing her quivering center with his hot foreign heat. Hot and rigid she felt the foreign anatomy brush against her sensitive sex scaring and tantalizing her all at once.

  Tilting his head, Suros narrowed his gaze as he looked pointedly at her arms shielding her breasts. “Are you going to fight me from taking what’s mine?”

  Again, his words stung at her pride as she looked up at him from within the intimate curtain of his long hair. Beautiful and savage porcelain-like face waited with barely veiled hunger as she considered her course of defeat. Long tapered fingers clawed into the earth on either side of her head as his powerful chest flexed beautifully in the fire light as he held himself above her. It was inevitable. This demon, this wolf would possess her fully tonight at all cost. There was nothing she could do to stop him. Faintly the question whispered to her mind, did she really want to? Suros would not hurt her, she understood that now. She was scared, but she knew he would take control of everything, all she needed to do was relax into his embrace and he would do the rest.

  As if sensing the surrender in her green gaze Suros’s eyes widened in surprise. Lifting her hands away from her breast, tremulously she reached out with both hands in gently speared her fingers through his thick silky hair wonderingly raking them through the tresses. The answering growl of satisfaction ripped from his wide chest before he dipped his head to her breast taking one honeyed glistening peak into his hot mouth. Grabbing a fistful of his hair Ishtar cried out, arching her back helplessly to his mouth wanting more, needing more of this glorious pleasure only he knew how to conjure. Enveloping the other aching nipple into his mouth Suros tugged and sucked at the swollen flesh with a vicious hunger that left them both shaking in need.

  Ripping his mouth away Suros sat up abruptly releasing a ferocious growl. Staring into her hazy delirious eyes, he scowled with an animalistic snarl. Running his hands along her thighs, he looked hungrily at the golden curls that decorated her glistening mound. Primal satisfaction threatened to break his last threads of remaining control as he gloried at the woman that finally laid naked beneath him. It was the reminder of his anger that kept his fierce lust at bay. Ishtar’s heart beat faster as she sensed the anger in his eyes as he lifted his leg closer to her mouth. Dragging his sharp teeth against her thighs, he made one long shallow cut against her flesh holding her leg tighter as she cried out in shock.

  Watching the pain and confusion in her eyes, Suros retraced the long cut with his tongue when her green gaze began to cloud with fear. They both watched as the cut disappeared beneath his tongue, completely healed.

  “Why…” Her sweet voice was marred with her confusion.

  Refusing to let himself be swayed by her beautiful, sad face Suros gave her a sharp look. “When I tell you to run I expect you to do as I say Ishtar.” The menacing warning brought back images of her holding his sword, putting herself between him and the lizard demon. Every time he thought of her foolish actions and what could have happened his blood raged through him making him feel as if he would go mad.

  Realization flashed through her gaze before staunch resilience set in, grabbing a fistful of his long silver hair Ishtar pulled until she was face-to-face with his surprised eyes. “I will not run,” she told him evenly as she softly cradled his face in her hands. “I can never just stand by and watch you get hurt because of me.”

  She expected him to argue and growl at her in anger, she did not expect the searing kiss. The burning need in his kiss took her breath away as he devoured her mouth and her senses. Large hands wrapped around her back as his strong arms lifted her high off the ground until she was seated in his lap with her legs wrapped around his firm waist.

  Moaning into the kiss she opened her mouth wider to his seeking tongue reveling in the deep vibrating purr of his satisfaction. Parting for air Ishtar let out an instinctive whimper at the frenzied glow of his demonic gaze. Laying her back onto the soft moss Suros kept her hips high on his lap staring down at her glistening folds with unhidden excitement. Bracing herself against the ground, Ishtar let out a startled cry when he lifted her hips to his open mouth. With his large hands around her waist, he tasted her quivering sex burying his face deeper, ignoring her thrashing cries of ecstasy. Lapping and plunging at her sensitive depths, nipping gently at her tender clit, Ishtar cried out his name in time with his tongue.

  Lowering her shaking hips back to his lap Suros stared at her with consumed eyes. The whites of his eyes were gone leaving glowing pools of red. Unafraid she outstretched her hand towards him beckoning for more, wanting him close against her. With one powerful thrust, he obliged her silent call. The sharp pain was driven away by the consuming and comforting kiss. Tasting herself on his lips, Ishtar clutched his powerful shoulders as he thrusted his lean hips against her, plunging his thick heat inside of her, stretching her to fit. Putting his hand under her ass Suros took control of the motion lifting and driving into her smaller body.

  “Oh yes Suros,” Ishtar panted in his ear, glorying in his increasing growls in her own ear. The building feeling, he was creating was exquisite torture. “Please,” she begged deliriously. “Love me, please.”

  Stilling his movements Suros suddenly sat up to his knees. Crying out in dismay Ishtar was going to pull him back when she saw his face. Staring at her with wide red eyes he gave her a violent unreadable look that set her heart on edge. With no warning, Ishtar felt her body flip over and positioned until her ass was pointed high in the air and her cheek pressed to the ground.

  Gripping her waist Suros plunged his length deep inside of her, making her scream out in pain laced pleasure. A harsh roar tore from his throat as he thrusted relentlessly against her, riding her slick body and listening to her desperate cries. The world around her shattered as she tightened and spasmed around his invading cock. Eyes rolling back Ishtar’s spent body threatened to go lax under the merciless assault. Leaning forward Suros grabbed both of her white ears at their base eliciting a scream of shock. Arching her upward Suros cruelly held her by her two furry ears as his body pushed and pulled from her throbbing dripping center.

  “By the gods you are mine,” his demonic growl filled the cave and echoed back the sound of their bodies slapping together chorused around them. “I’ve wanted you.” He continued jerking his hips harder and pulling her head further back until it rested on his shoulder. “I have needed you. Nothing will ever separate us.”

  Knowing he was demanding her acquiescence, Ishtar turned her face to his and pressed her lips to his as another climax ripped through her with a strangled scream.

  Releasing his grip on her ears, Suros let her fall back into the soft moss as his own shaking release tore through him. Filing her with his hot thick seed with each push and pull of his thick cock Ishtar could feel the hot penetrating substance drip out of her swollen sex but not before he stuffed and filled her with more.

  Finally spent Suros fell on top of the soft woman beneath him, still quaking from the force of his own climax. Gathering her body close, he turned her so he could stare into her dazed eyes.

  “When you could not be found,” he began his voice somewhat soft and his eyes back to normal. “I feared the worst and I thought I might never regain my sanity.”

  Blinking tiredly, she stared at him for a long moment before taking a stray strand of his silver hair and tucking it behind his ear. “You changed?” She questioned tentatively.

  “Mmm,” he agreed wordlessly rubbing his hand over her bare hip. “There is more to me than what you see now.”

  When she didn’t reply he gave her questioning look. “Does that scare you?�
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  Hiding a mischievous smile, she shook her head. “No, it’s just that I’ve never had a dog before.”

  Slowly and breathtakingly a smile appeared on his beautiful pale face. Pushing her back onto her back he lightly nipped at her shoulder. “You are going to pay for that my little Queen.”

  Chapter 10

  Opening his eyes, Suros listened to the careful movement outside the cave. Sitting up he gently extracted himself from the sleeping woman next to him, smirking at the small grunt of complaint at his movement. Walking to the cave’s entrance, he retrieved his second set of clothing and weapons Rodis quietly left. Underneath his armor was also another set of familiar fabric. Cleaned and folded was Ishtar’s temple clothing, her only remaining change of clothes.

  Letting one clawed finger run over the worn material absently, he looked forward to getting her back to the safety of his kingdom where she belonged. There she would have everything her heart desired, and more importantly, she would be safe. Anger threatened to consume him as his thoughts reminded him of the surprise attack on the mountain pass. Fastening the last buckles to his leather armor Suros reached down for his swords. The taste of the lizard’s vile blood still lingered in his memory, recalling how he ripped the creature in half with his teeth. The sheer impudence of the lesser demon still enraged him to no end. Every last one of them, Suros and his men killed every last one of the disgusting scourge and their ilk.