by Tiya Rayne
“It’s ok, Assassin.” She looks at me and waves her hand dismissively as she stands to her feet. “I get it. At least now I know and I can stop crushing on you.” She gives a hollow laugh as she brushes her hair behind her ears. “I mean at first I thought you were gay…and there’s nothing wrong with being gay.” She quickly explains. “Ms. Matthew’s son, Jason, was gay. He lived about three trailers over from us. He was nice, always giving Bo leftover bones when he had them. When he brought his boyfriend to the 4th of July cookout I had no problem with it, then again I was just ten, but everyone else freaked out. They wouldn’t even eat Ms. Matthew’s potato salad and everyone knows Ms. Matthew makes the best potato salad…”
I knew this technique from Lilly. She was rambling because she was nervous. It was one of her tells when she was younger that she was scared or that something was bothering her. It was how I found out that the Jackson boy was bullying her in third grade. I hate that now my actions were the cause of this rambling.
“……not that I’m saying that you are gay. I mean I don’t think you are anymore. Especially since Rykan says that you’ve been with a lot of women. Not that you have….” With every word she seems to grow redder with embarrassment. “What I’m trying to say is I understand that you don’t feel that way about me. I don’t blame you….”
I can’t take any more of this. This time I don’t allow myself to think. I flash in front of her causing her to gasp, I take the opportunity and wrap my arm around her waist pulling her into me. Her body comes flush with mine and I can feel the rapidness of her heart against her chest. She places her palms against my chest, not to stop me, but to steady herself. I only take one more chance to look at her. I take in the way her lips are parted and the feel of her deep breaths brushing against my face. I want to remember the way she looked before I claimed her. And claim her I did. My lips seal to hers and the taste of her added with the softness of her kiss almost brings me to my knees. I have never felt so at peace than I do right now. I slant my head, hungry to take our kiss deeper. My tongue brushes against hers as I explore and taste her sweet mouth. I’ve never tasted anything sweeter than my Lilly. Her arms slip up around my neck and I pull her body even closer to mine. I can’t seem to get close enough to her, with one hand placed at her lower back, my other is placed at her neck entwined in the soft silky curls at her nape. My intentions were to be gentle, but the moment those plush lips touched mine, slow and gentle went out the window. I know she can feel the hardness of my shaft as it presses against her stomach, just as I can feel the hard pebbles of her nipples against my chest. I am lost to the taste of her kiss, the feeling of her tongue boldly brushing against mine, and the feel of her soft lips against my own. I nip at her bottom lip before sucking the plumpness into my mouth to soothe it. She moans into my mouth and I lose the little resolve I had. My hands drop to her thighs and I lift her off the ground. Immediately she wraps her legs around my waist. The sheer fabric of her dress is the only barrier between me and the enticing warmth between her legs. At the feel of her wetness pressed against me, a slur of curse words flow from my mouth. She feels fucking--fantastic. If I do not stop now I am going to take her on this ground and she deserves so much more than that. Reluctantly, I pull away from her lips and she whimpers in protest. I laugh as I lay my forehead against hers and just listen to our ragged breathing.
“We should stop.” I say the moment I catch my breath long enough to speak. Her hands are still at the back of my head keeping me close to her, and her legs are still wrapped around my waist.
“We should.” She agrees, yet her legs do not release me, nor does her hands. Instead, she plants another kiss against my lips nipping at my bottom lip. The spark between us ignites and I am once again devouring her lips. For as long as I live I will remember the way her mouth felt against mine, the way her legs wrapped around my waist and the weight of her round ass in my hands. The soft moans that escapes her lips are driving me insane. I know there is a reason we should stop, but the fuck if I can think of it right now. My fingers dig into her plump bottom and I know it will leave bruises, but I don’t care. I grind her wet center onto my aching shaft and the moan that comes from her mouth at that moment undoes me. Before I know it, Lilly is beneath me in the grass. Her legs fall away from my waist and open wider to accommodate me. I release her lips and lean up on my hands, my knees between her parted thighs. She looks so beautiful with her heavy lidded lust filled eyes and kiss swollen lips. Her breasts are rising and falling rapidly underneath that sheer fabric. As long as I live I will never get this vision of her out of my head. Lying beneath me so open and ready for me.
“You look beautiful.” I tell her. Her dimples greet me as she smiles and turns her head from my gaze.
“Thank You!” She answers shyly placing her bottom lip between her teeth. The sight of that plump lip there makes my dick twitch. My hand slowly slides down her bent knee towards the center of her. My fingers brush across the sticky wetness on her inner thigh. She is so wet for me that it has run down her legs. The sight of it makes me groan. My eyes drop to the sheer fabric that lays between her legs. With just a slight flick of her dress she will be bared to me. As my hand lowers closer to the only barrier between me and what is mine, Lilly’s hand comes out and stops me. Her small soft hand wraps around my wrist and I look up at her. I don’t see regret or a change of heart in her face, which is what I thought would have prompted her to stop me, instead I see a shyness mixed with her lustful gaze.
“I just…..i just want you to know, I’m not very experienced.” She says timidly.
I can’t tell her that I already know this, or that I made damn sure of it when she was younger. I knew she got around my meddling sometimes. I knew about the occasions of her and that asshole she called a boyfriend in high school making out in his pickup truck. But even then I made sure it never went past a quick hand job. I knew all about Lilly’s inexperience. I could not care less. Lilly was mine, and anything I wanted her to know, I would be the one to teach her.
“Relax, Lilly. I will take care of you.” My voice comes out jagged. I am trying to be calm for her, but I feel like a raging bull. The need to be inside her is ramming against me like a battering ram.
“Assassin?” Her soft voice is just the calming balm I need over my hot passion. I must keep reminding myself I have to be gentle with Lilly.
“Yes?” I reply meeting her eyes again.
“Will you tell me your real name?”
I smile at her desire to know more about me. Something no one else has ever wanted to do. “Azriel.” I speak the name I haven’t used in centuries.
She smiles at me, her eyes sparkling. “Touch me, Azriel.” She lifts both her hands over her head gifting me with full access to her body.
Fuck. Me. Hearing her use my birth name has me nearly coming in my pants. With no other hesitation my hand skims between her legs pushing the fabric away from her and the sight of her caramel colored wet folds has me shaking. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life. My thumb runs up the soaking wet slit and her back arches off the ground pushing those delectable breasts up. She is so responsive.
“Yesssss.” She moans.
Her cries are encouragement to me and I slip my finger into her soaking heat. My gods, she is tight. Her greedy little pussy swallows my finger and refuses to let it go. She will never be able to take me.
“You feel amazing, Lilly. So wet…….so tight. Perfect.” I bend down to find her lips again, my finger still slowly pumping into the warmth of her body. I am so fucking hard I could pummel rocks with my dick. However, I don’t rush. I take the time to prime Lilly’s body for me by adding another finger. She mewls and moans as my second finger stretches her tight walls. Her hips rock onto my fingers in small circles. I press my thumb to the throbbing bud of her clit and with just one circular motion her body leaks another gush of her warm liquid and I can’t help myself, I have to taste her. Slowly I kiss down her body. My lips touching her neck an
d biting softly into the spot between her neck and shoulder blade. I love the low moan she gives as my teeth sink into her skin. It is by far the sweetest sound she’s made. With my fingers still diligently working inside her I slide down her body stopping only once to place a kiss at her little stomach bump. When I am eye level with her dark caramel folds I can’t help but to stop and admire the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen. The musk and vanilla smell that drifts from her has my mouth watering. I bury my nose against her hairless flesh and inhale deeply. A possessive growl comes out of me that has me sounding animalistic. From this moment on, this is mine.
“Eyes on me, beautiful.” I say in a voice so deep it sounds like a growl. Her hazel eyes are so filled with lust she can barely keep the heavy lids open, but she does as I ask. I remove my drenched fingers from her tight channel, grab her legs and lift them over my shoulder, then flatten my tongue and stroke her from her folds to her hardened clit. Her flavor explodes on my tongue and I close my eyes momentarily to savor her. I’m addicted. I bury my tongue inside her causing her to arch off the ground. With one heavy hand on her stomach, I hold her in place. No fucking way am I letting her run from this. I will never get enough of her.
“You taste divine. Just as I thought you would.”
I suck her lower lips into my mouth then slide my tongue up to circle her clit. The sounds and moans that are coming from Lilly has me leaking pre-cum from my angry cock. I know I won’t last long like this, but I have to get Lilly’s body ready for me. She will never be able to take my size if she isn’t completely relaxed and wet. I slip a finger inside her wet passage and reach for the ribbed bundle of nerves inside her. I know the moment I have hit her hidden g-spot, because she squeals out her pleasure.
“Yes, Assassin. Please don’t stop.”
“When you are with me this way, you only use my real name. Do you understand?” I ask, but I have no intentions of her answering, because I pump my fingers into her rapidly and circle my tongue over her clit. I feel the moment she is about to come. The walls to her tight sheath convulses and tightens around my finger like a vice as she explodes against my tongue.
“AZRIEL!!!!” Lilly screams my name to the sky and with that, she seals the deal and completely steals my heart. I will be forever hers. I do not relent as I suck every bit of her essence that runs so freely from her. Her body continues to convulse in little seizures as she slowly comes down from her orgasm. When she starts to whimper and tries to pull away from my tongue I reluctantly stop. I could give her another orgasm this way, but the next one she has I want it to be around my cock. I climb back up her body licking all of her wetness off my lips. I will not waste one drop of her sweetness.
“Delicious.” I whisper right before I join our mouths for a kiss. I want her to taste how good she is. She sucks my tongue in her mouth and again I growl. She’s turning me into an animal.
I wanted our first time to be special. I wanted to make love to her in a soft bed where I get to explore her body to the fullest, but at this moment I just need to be inside her. With our lips joined and one hand holding me up I release my engorged erection from the tight confines of my trousers. Every part of me is telling me to slow down, to be gentle, but I’m losing all will of control. With a hand firmly wrapped around the base of my shaft I place the swollen head to the entrance of her heat. The feel of her wetness against the sensitive tip has us both exhaling harsh breaths. I look down at her face, wanting to see her face the moment I enter her for the first time. I know it will be a tight fit and I don’t want to hurt her.
“You are so much smaller than what would be required for me to fit,” I say through gritted teeth. Sweat is covering my body at the restraint it is taking me not to shove myself inside of her.
“Please, Azriel, I just want to feel you inside me.” Her hazel eyes are pleading with me. I can’t love this girl any more.
“You will never have to beg for that Lilly.” I line myself up at her entrance ready to push forward. Ready to feel her tight wet walls wrap around me. “I will try to make this as painless as possible.” The moment I am to ease my length into her, I hear it.
“Assassin. I need you.” Avalia’s voice rings through my head loud with panic.
“Fuck!!!! Avalia!!!” I shout as my head drops down and my erection slowly ebbs away. Lilly stills beneath me, but I do not have the time or the mindset to figure out why. I quickly flash to my feet tucking my half-mast dick back into my trousers. When I’m done I help Lilly to her feet, fixing her clothing. Augustus appears behind her just as I summon him.
“You must go with Augustus. He will see you safely back to the Southern Kingdom.” Without a word Lilly walks towards Augustus. She doesn’t even look back at me when Augustus helps her on Thor and sets off with her. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, warning bells are going off, as if I have made an error somewhere. Again, I don’t have time to think about it. I flash to Avalia’s side.
Chapter Eight
The putrid smell of death, feces, and piss surrounds me. I’m in an old storage building buried beneath the castle in miles of secret tunnels. In the early years the hidden tunnels were used to usher royalty to safety in case the castle was under attack. But before my Reign as the Northern King, the Locke was in a time of peace. Everyone was complacent. There were no real threats and war was something only spoke of in stories. The old Northern King before me decided he had no use for these tunnels. He boarded up all the trap doors to and from the tunnels and forgot all about them. Although this was the daftest thing I had ever heard, I will not speak against it. Because of the King’s idiocy, I was able to sneak into the castle using these forgotten tunnels and murder him in his sleep. Seizing the castle and its throne. At first I had no real use for these tunnels—I had no fear of being ushered though them—now I use them as my private dungeon. It is also where I go to do my darkest magic, where I create my monsters.
“You need to rest.” Ofilla says in that dry tone that suggest she doesn’t care if I do or don’t. I know she is right. Anytime I perform this magic it drains me and makes me weak. It is the reason why I have not been able to have a walking dream with Lilly lately.
I slowly pull my shirt over my drenched body. My arms feel heavy and uncoordinated. I hate this weak feeling. It brings back memories of my boyhood. My father’s spell to block my powers had left me completely invalid as a child. Even minimal movements was too much for my frail body. I was too weak and frail to protect my mother from my abusive father and too weak to keep the village of my birth from ostracizing my mother and I. I was forced to watch my mother suffer and starve to provide for me, while others turned their backs on us. My father only returned to take from her body and leave her beaten and abused when he was done. I despise weakness.
“I should be able to do this with my eyes close.” I say.
If my despiteful father had not blocked my powers this would be nothing for me. If he hadn’t have blocked my powers I would be ruling all the Locke. Every creature that ever shunned my mother and turned their backs on us would be cowering at my feet, or dead. What’s worse, I can feel all my potential power inside me, yet I can’t reach it. It feels as if a giant bubble is vibrating with energy inside me and there is only a pinprick size hole that leaks out only a small amount of power.
Kotche, my first creation, is standing silently beside me waiting for his instructions. That is one of the advantages of making these creatures—aside from being stronger and faster than any others in the Locke—they are extremely loyal. And now that I know that the bitch queen knows about them I have to increase my numbers quickly. I knew when my capture from the Southern Kingdom escaped I would have to reap the consequences. The idiot that allowed the mishap has already died a very gruesome and slow death. I can’t have any blunders this close to the end game.
“Kotche, take the new creations to the prison cells until they are fully formed.” Kotche nods his massive misshapen head and walks away obediently. And to think, he was once a noble
guard in the Eastern kingdom.
The moment he is out of my sight, I drop to the chair closes to me. All my energy is gone. Even though Kotche is loyal, I allow no one to see me this vulnerable. It is why I perform this ritual in these hidden tunnels.
“Have you found something to rid my bride of those bastards?” I ask as Ofilla hands me a chalice of drink.
She smiles before she answers. “I am very close, my King. My last concoction worked perfectly to rid the mother of her young, but unfortunately she died 3 days later.”
“Did the magic kill her?”
“No, I did when she wouldn’t stop wailing about her lost.”
I smile. It amuses me how ruthless the little witch can be. “You will have to try it out again before I trust it on my Lilly.”
She nods. “Have you found a way to bring her here?”
I finish the elixir and hand her back the chalice before I answer. “I am close.”
“Time is ticking, my King. She states then flashes out of the room. ” I will never understand that elf. She is so different from her sister.
Immediately after Ofilla leaves Phillisius enters the room and drops to one knee.
“My Lord.”
I quickly wipe the exertion from my face. My back straightens and I lean casually back into the chair. All signs of my fatigue gone.
“Rise, Phillisius. I hope you have come to bring me good news.”
Phillisius stands to his feet and places his hands behind his back as he approaches me. His sparkling green eyes brimming with confidence.
“I do, my lord. I have set a plan in motion that will have your human bride running to your arms in no time.” He looks at me conceitedly as if he has just won this war single handedly.
I’m extremely excited about this news. My Lilly, here with me, in my bed carrying my sons. The excitement is too much. However, I control my reaction, I put my trust in no man. And I definitely didn’t want anyone thinking I owed them anything.
