by Lisa Andel
We'd been walking for an hour or so, still not talking to each other, when he pulled me to a halt. “Here.” He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his erection. “Ever since I laid eyes on you I've been walking around with a hard-on. And believe me, it's not comfortable doing that."
Mmmm. I let my fingers roam over the rigid flesh, unaware of the sweat that had begun to bead on his forehead. “Amazing.” I breathed. In all my years in the House of Ta'Daanior, no man had ever gotten an erection by looking at me.
"Can I see it?"
Rainth studied me, a look of incredulity on his face.
I licked my lips in anticipation, and that was all it took.
He unfastened his breeches and let them drop from his hips, revealing a cock that any man would be proud to have.
It was long, and straight, and thick. Ruddier then Terethial's, with a broader, plum-shaped head. A bead of cum glistened at the very peak of it, and I felt a flush of moisture gathering between my legs at the sight.
"Like what you see?” His voice rasped out of him, his breathing noticeably heavier.
"Very much."
I was suddenly on my back, on the soft blanket of leaves that covered the path we were on. He loomed over me, eyes dark and glinting with desire.
With strong fingers, he worked my trousers off and pitched them to the side of the trail. Hooking my knees over his elbows, his lips curved in a grin as he drove his cock into my depths.
"Oh.” He was definitely hard. His cock cleaved its way through my core, my muscles rippling aside at the invasion.
"Gods, you're wet.” He pumped his hips a few times, my back arching at the sensations radiating outwards from my sheath at his passage. “You've got the hottest pussy.” He picked up his pace, his eyes glazing over as he thrust ever deeper into me.
My pussy exploded, surprising me, my body slapping against his as I convulsed in the grip of intense pleasure.
His strokes became harder, deeper, faster as he sought to join me in release. Grasping my buttocks, he tilted my hips slightly and I went over again.
"Rainth!” I screamed as he pounded relentlessly into me.
"Damn,” he growled. “You feel so fucking good."
The muscles in his body snapped tight, his eyes ensnaring mine as I continued to shudder beneath him. He cried out, then stabbed me over and over, as hot cum pulsed from his cock into my core.
Dropping my legs, he collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving, his sweat mingling with my own. When his heartbeat slowed, he rolled to my side, his hand splayed across my stomach.
"Have any doubts left that it was you I wanted to fuck?” The intensity of his expression sent a shiver down my spine.
"Nope,” I said.
His hand slid to my breast, and my nipple pebbled beneath his palm.
"Good.” He gave it a quick squeeze, then rose swiftly to his feet, in one fluid motion. He pulled his breeches up and fastened them before giving me a hand off the forest floor.
It took me a moment to find my trousers, and when I did, I came eye to eye with one of his men, my pants dangling from his fingers. I didn't know his name, not that it mattered. He cast me a wicked grin, then lifted my breeches towards me, and placed them in my hand.
I no sooner got them on then Rainth shoved me in front of him and drove me down the trail at a faster pace. We walked well into the afternoon, my thighs chafing where our cum leaked down them. He finally called a halt, just before I begged him for one.
"I've sent a couple men ahead to secure lodgings, and pick us up some appropriate clothing for moving among humans.” He leaned back against a tree, his lean muscular body thrumming with an energy that called to mine.
"They dress differently then we do?” I moved closer to him, willing my hands to stay at my sides.
"Have you ever been among humans?” His eyes drifted lazily down my body.
"Sure, in Brookmoor.” I scanned the length of his frame, caught by the bulge that was becoming more pronounced behind the placket of his pants.
"That's it? That's the only place you've been around humans?"
"Yes.” I must have been staring, because he placed a hand under my chin and lifted my face.
"The town we will be visiting is called New Hayden. It's a much larger town than Brookmoor. Several thousand people live there. It is much more—sophisticated—than Brookmoor. Yet they do not believe in us. We will blend in. Do you understand?"
"I don't know how to act any differently than I do."
He brushed his thumb over my lower lip. “I doubt you'll have a problem. Just remember not to talk about anything supernatural. Okay?"
I nodded, just knowing that I'd fuck this up somehow.
"Good. We'll wait here for Derek and Martain."
I allowed my body to slump onto the ground. Then I wiggled around until I was comfortable. I could feel Rainth watching me.
My mind, however, was telling me I needed a nap.
Chapter Two
"Come on, little one, let's get you changed and check out the town.” Rainth woke me by gently nudging me with his foot. Several times.
"Is there somewhere to clean up?” I asked, except it came out as “Mumph."
"Say again?” He looked at me like I was an idiot.
"Is there somewhere to clean up?"
I could tell when he understood what I was talking about. His eyes lit with a devilish fire, and his lips curved in a grin.
"I could always ... lick you clean.” His voice became husky as he talked.
"Uh.” My brain froze.
He had me undressed before I could get it working again. He positioned me in front of him, on my hands and knees, holding onto my hips as he guided his cock to my core.
True to his word, after he'd screwed us both to oblivion, he licked the traces of our sex from my thighs, even swirling his tongue into my vagina to get any that might drain out when I stood.
I came around his tongue, and wondered if we would get stuck in a repeating pattern of fucking, licking, then fucking again.
Not that I'd mind.
He chose, instead, to clean me up, then help me stand. He reached to the side, where a pile of fabric sat on top of a boulder. Shuffling through the items, he unearthed whatever he was looking for.
Turning to me, he held up an incredibly delicate scrap of black lace.
"What is it?” I goggled at the patch.
"They're called ‘panties'."
I took them from his hand and turned them over and over trying to figure out how I was supposed to wear them. Or better yet, where. I raised an eyebrow at him. He snagged the panties from my hand, looked at them, turned them around, then knelt at my feet.
"Lift your leg."
He repeated the process with my other leg, then drew the panties up and settled them around my hips.
If this was all that human women wore, then they were much more relaxed about their sexuality then I had been led to believe. They had certainly worn more than this in Brookmoor.
When I looked up, he was holding another, denser piece of black fabric.
"Skirt.” Not like any skirt I'd ever seen. He had me lift my legs again, then he slid the article of clothing up, and settled it about my waist, reaching around me to fasten it in the back.
I took the opportunity to taste his chest. He tasted spicy, and slightly salty. He hissed out a breath, then dug through the pile again.
The next item he held toward me was a skimpy shirt in lovely shades of blue.
"Lift your arms."
I complied, noticing that his head came even with my wrists.
He pulled the knit shirt on over my arms, and settled it around my torso. I hoped I was done, but he wasn't moving away from me. When I looked up at him, he was staring intently down the front of my shirt.
"How do I look?"
He swallowed, then dragged his eyes to my face.
"Uh.” He stepped back from me, and took in the entire package. I smiled when he adjusted himself
in the front of his pants.
"What are you wearing?” Leather, for sure, and I loved the way it showcased his physique.
"Leather pants, T-shirt, boots. What you're wearing is a denim miniskirt and a cropped T-shirt."
I repeated the words to myself. “Do I get boots too?"
He bent and retrieved something off the ground, dangling them from his fingers. “Shoes."
I took one from him, and stared at it. There were strips of leather, a buckle, and a long spike attached to the bottom.
Holding it up, I showed him the thing. “How am I supposed to wear these?"
Once again on his knees, he lifted my foot, and slid the black leather object into place. When he set my foot down again, the back of the shoe sank into the earth. And stuck.
"This won't do.” I wriggled my foot trying to wrench it free from the ground.
"You'll have to wait until we get to a paved surface."
Removing the shoe, he handed both of them to me. “We'll be there in less than an hour."
* * * *
He watched the sway of her ass as she tripped down the path in front of him, acutely aware that the leather of his pants was far more confining than his usual breeches. Wrenching his eyes from the sight, he adjusted his cock for the dozenth time, praying that he wasn't cutting off circulation to the appendage.
It had never occurred to him what a simple life, in some ways, the elven people lived. Their clothing consisted of short or long diaphanous gowns, pull-over shirts, and breeches. Their footwear, except for the warrior class, consisted of soft leather booties, or none at all.
As with shifters, they wore nothing between their clothing and their skin. The very idea of wearing clothing was almost an afterthought, since they were just as comfortable going without.
Biggs silently moved into his line of sight, signaling that the men had diverted a group of trolls. Rainth acknowledged him, returning his attention to the woman in front of him. He wasn't sure if he wanted to kill Derek, or thank him, for the man's choice in her attire.
That skirt hugged her ass just right, making his thoughts turn to sinking his fingers into that delicious flesh as he rammed his way inside.
* * * *
The sun was low in the sky when we walked into the town of New Hayden. I found the shoes that Rainth's men had gotten me were hard to walk in. Fortunately, I had just enough magic to ensure I wouldn't topple over because of that.
He took us to our room first, at a surprisingly quaint inn.
"Hey.” I spun around, taking in the place as I did so. “This is nice."
He smiled, and gathered me into his arms. “Hungry?"
I glanced at the bed. He glanced with me, and swallowed. “For food?” he emphasized.
"Oh.” I could feel his sexuality radiating off of him, a tangible heat that set off a corresponding burn low in my groin.
"I thought we could go out to get something to eat, then I'd show you the night life around here.” He stepped to the door, opening it, and some of the tension in the room eased.
"Sounds like a plan.” I wasn't sure how this would help me “find myself", but it sounded like fun.
We walked from the inn, Rainth choosing a pub nearby that served hearty helpings of basic, but good food.
I ordered a bowl of onion soup au gratin, the house salad with bleu cheese dressing, a large strip steak, and a baked potato with the works, then decided that a mug of Guinness would go well with it all.
Rainth, who sat next to me in the booth, turned to stare at me as I ordered. When I was finished, he simply told the waitress that he'd have the same.
"You're not serious, are you?” He looked confused.
"About what?"
"Eating all of that?"
I frowned, wondering what he was talking about. “Actually, I was going kind of light on the meal. I wasn't sure what would be normal, you know?"
Shaking his head he turned away as the waitress set our mugs down.
"This I've got to see,” he muttered.
* * * *
The meal was delicious, much better than that dried crap the were had been feeding me on the road. I had two more mugs of beer with it, familiar with the beverage, since my House imported many of the humans’ alcoholic brews. I was thinking about a fourth mug, when Rainth announced that we were heading out.
I slid out of the booth, and Rainth actually put his hand on my stomach. I looked down at it, wondering what he was doing.
"Where do you put it all?” he asked, wonder edging his voice.
I blinked at him. “I have no idea what you're talking about."
From there we walked further into town, following the hint of music that we could feel reverberating in the air. Rainth kept going, until he found a place that “felt” right to him, then ushered me inside.
The interior was dim and smoky. The bass beat of the music could be felt even before the music itself could be heard clearly. He wrapped his hand around mine and pulled me to the bar, helping me onto a stool when we got there.
I swiveled around and looked over the interior, gawking like a kid at the circus. Thoughts ricocheted around in my brain.
So these are humans. Look at them. I look petite compared to most of them. Their men are huge. Look at all their hair. I wonder how closely related they are to weres.
Rainth disrupted my thoughts when he handed me a drink. He'd taken the stool next to mine, and the way he was sitting on it caged me between his legs.
He had great legs. Long, lean, muscular legs. Legs fit for the type of predator he was. His leather pants outlined his muscles, and I found myself stroking his thigh.
He grunted, and shifted on his stool.
"So what do you think of this place?” he whispered into my ear, his warm breath fanning across my cheek.
"Different. I have so many questions.” I knew I couldn't ask them here in case I was overheard.
A couple of guys across the bar chose that moment to punch each other. I watched in fascination as they swayed and swung. Neither man seemed able to tell quite where his opponent was.
"What's wrong with them?” I leaned into Rainth so I wouldn't have to talk above a whisper.
"Drunk."
That's right. I'd heard that humans got drunk quite easily on their fermented beverages.
"It makes them angry?” I didn't remember hearing that.
"Some of them, yeah."
"Huh.” I turned my attention to the people dancing, unconcerned with the altercation.
A tall, well-built blond grinned at me. His eyes flicked to Rainth, then back. He tipped his head and raised an eyebrow. I had no idea what he was trying to communicate, so I shrugged. My response seemed to please him.
I spent the next few minutes worried that I'd gotten myself into a situation that I wouldn't be able to get out of. But the man didn't come for me, so I relaxed. “I need to go to the bathroom,” I hissed at Rainth.
"Humans use those as well,” he assured me. I had to glance up at his face, certain that he was laughing at my ignorance. Of course I knew humans used bathrooms.
"Where would I find one?"
Rainth scanned the bar, then pointed me to the back corner where a hall could be seen. A wooden sign hung just before the passage with the word “Restrooms” on it.
"They have one for males and one for females,” he said as I hopped off my stool.
Good thing he'd told me that.
I made my way to the back hall, then had to decipher the pictures on the doors to figure out which bathroom I was supposed to use. Once I'd chosen, and entered the room, I noticed the stench. I'd just have to move quickly, before it overpowered me. How the humans could “rest” in here was a matter not worth pondering over.
The facilities weren't all that different from the ones I was used to. Except that these were mechanical, and the substance they provided for wiping up with was much coarser. I washed my hands, twice, then made my escape back into the fresher air of the bar.
The blond man was in the hallway leaning against the wall, waiting for me.
"There you are.” He grinned again, and my heartbeat quickened. He sidled up to me, then dropped an arm around my waist. “Right this way,” he said as he started to lead me in the opposite direction from where I wanted to go.
"I think there's been a mistake.” I tried to tug myself out of his grip, but he was much stronger than he looked.
"Not at all,” he replied, quickening his pace.
We came to a door, and he shoved it open, dragging me through it to a darkened area behind the bar. He let out a short whistle, then pulled me further into the darkness behind a large metal bin filled with something noxious.
Three other men appeared, and I knew immediately that they were vampires. Just my luck.
The first one yanked the blond off me, and gripped my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. Of course, he didn't know yet that their influence didn't work on me.
"I'm supposed to warn you that I taste like shit,” I announced. Not that I thought the vamps in Brookmoor would find out if I didn't tell them, but it never hurt to cover your bases.
The vampire narrowed his eyes at me, and bared his fangs.
I just shrugged, figuring I'd warned him.
Pinning me to the wall with his body, my feet dangling about a foot off the ground, he continued to glare at me. I let my head drop to the side, baring my neck to him. The sooner he found out for himself, the sooner I could get back to Rainth.
He struck. I idly swung my feet while he drew my blood into his mouth. He backed away from me so quickly that I thunked to the ground, stumbled, and nearly fell.
He was cursing and spitting, and giving me the evil eye.
"I warned you.” I don't think he was happy with me.
A second vamp slammed me into the wall, and bent for my neck. Guess some guys just had to learn for themselves. He soon joined his friend in spitting and muttering.
The third one moved in for his taste. What is it with men anyway?
The first one had recovered while this last one was gagging and drooling, leaning against the noxious waste container. He was pretty pissed off, and I wondered if he was going to try to beat me up. Instead he rounded on the blond man.
