by CY Jones
“What about the other girl? The one with dark hair and grey eyes?” I ask her.
I haven’t forgotten about the siren that rendered me and my men useless by merely singing. If it weren’t for her, Winter would have never gotten away from me. I want to know who she is, where she came from, and what she is to Winter?
“You mean her lower than scum sister,” she sneers.
“Sister,” I repeat intrigued.
“Adopted sister, actually. I think she was the maid’s daughter or something before her mother died, and Winter’s father adopted her. He probably did it out of pity, since the freeloader had nowhere else to go.”
Interesting indeed. This puzzle that is Winter is starting to get more and more interesting at every turn. Each piece brings on a whole new mystery.
Petting Jessica’s head like the dog she is, I praise her, “you’ve done good human.”
“Will you let me go now?” She asks, whimpering.
Smiling, I lean close to her face.
“Do you know what I am?” I ask, instead of answering her question.
“No,” she answers cautiously.
“I’m Fae, Prince of the Winter Court, and those two over there,” I say, pointing at my generals, “are centaurs.”
Unclear of my intentions, her eyes widen and her head moves back and forth between me and my generals.
“Did you know, even in human form, centars cocks are 15 inches, sometimes larger than that, and over twenty inches in their true form?” I tell her, fascinated as I watch her already big eyes widen even more.
“Why are you telling me this?” She whimpers. “Please, you said you wouldn’t hurt me if I told you all I knew about Winter. Please let me go, please,” she begs, pulling at her restraints to no avail.
Taking a small dagger from my pocket, I trail the blade along her upper arm making her shudder. When I reach the ropes, I cut her arms free, and I sit her up embracing her as I draw one of her harden nipples into my mouth, and the slut moans loudly, no longer wanting to be free. With her need to escape forgotten, she thrust her chest closer to my body, making her breast more accessible. Moving away from her, I cut one of her legs free twisting her body until she’s on her knees on the bed with her legs apart. Happy with my placement, I move in front of her and lean down so I can whisper in her ear.
“I’ve seen the video. I know what you can do with your mouth.”
Straightening myself, I look down on her, and see nothing but lust filling her eyes. She makes a move for my pants, and looks up at me, gazing deep into my eyes. Suddenly, her actions slow and her brows crease like she’s trying to figure out something.
“Your eyes,” she whispers. “They’re the same color as hers.”
“She’s family,” I respond, pushing her away, already tired of this game.
I relish in the horror that crosses her face as she remembers all the terrible things she just said about Winter, and what I told her.
“She’s all yours boys,” I say, pulling away with a smug smile planted firmly on my face.
“What?” She shrieks when reality hits.“You said you wouldn’t hurt me. I told you all I know. Please, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said about Winter,” she screams, trying to pull her remaining leg from the post it’s tied to.
“I’ve kept my word. I’m not the one who will be hurting you, kitten,” I reply, watching as her fear takes over. She tries even harder to pull her leg free as Broc and Loki undress, revealing their massive cocks already hard and ready. Walking out the door, I’m halfway down the hall when I hear the sound of pounding flesh, and her screams of pain before its cut off by a gagging noise. Smiling to myself, I continue on like the cat who ate the canary.
Chapter Seven
Winter
I don’t think I’ve been asleep long when I hear my bedroom door opening. Glancing on the other side of the bed, I see Aster is gone, but I can faintly hear the water running in the shower. Peering through the darkness, I make out Tristan’s strong figure as he sits next to me on the bed. Leaning towards me, he cups my cheek, kissing me deeply.
“Tristan,” I moan in his mouth, bringing my hands up to feel his hard, naked chest. Moving his lips down, he kisses my neck much like he did on the boat deck earlier today, scraping his fangs along my column. I’m wide awake now, and aroused as my naughty viking bites my neck, and sucks. Pulling hard on his hair, I free the long strands from its bun. Picking me up, he moves me towards the desk, planting me on my feet while his hands roam my body.
“Did I not say I was going to punish you, dove? I like to think I’m a man of my word,” he says, ripping my night shirt down the middle with a growl. The pieces flutter to the floor like paper, and he takes my breasts in his big hands, kneading and forming them while he pushes me backwards onto the desk. I’m lost. My heart beats a mile a minute while my mind tries to catch up to my lust. When the back of my legs hits the desk, he stops and kisses me hard, fighting with my mouth, taking control.
Deepening the kiss, he moves his hand down to my pussy, and like my shirt, tears my panties right off my body. Thrusting his finger into my wet folds, he roughly finger fucks me, causing me to moan loudly in his mouth. When I’m close to shattering, he pulls his finger away, and I whine from the loss.
“Not yet,” he says, turning me around and bending me over so my breasts lay flat on the desk, and my ass is sticking out in the air.
“These are the rules,” he says seductively. “You will call me Sir, you will only cum when commanded to, and you will do as you’re told, or there will be consequences,” he says close to my ear, as he list off each rule. Each word makes me wetter, and I’m hot and heavy over his naughty words.
I thought Kaiden had a dark side in the bed. Apparently my knight shared those same qualities. Maybe its a vampire thing.
Dangling a familiar set of handcuffs he says, “ put your hands behind your back.”
Quickly I do as I’m told, my heart racing in anticipation the whole time. I feel the cold metal on my arms, and hear the clink as Tristan locks the cuffs around my wrist. Stepping back to admire his handiwork, my ears pick up the sound of him removing his pants, and I feel the warm heat from his hands as he adjusts my body to his liking. When his cock brushes my ass, I can feel just how hard he is.
“What a naughty little girl you’ve been,” he growls, slapping my ass with his palm. I cry out, more from surprise than pain, and then moan when he slaps me again, this time in three quick strikes, and I scream. In response, he rubs the spot tenderly before kissing each ass cheek.
“I heard you while he fucked you, you know. I heard you scream out Kaiden’s name,” he admits, slapping me again, harder this time. “I heard as you begged for his cock,” he murmurs, putting a finger in my puckered hole, and I jerk slightly, causing him slap my ass harder than before. I scream from the pain, and he rubs the hurt away, causing a pool of wetness to drip a trail down my leg.
“Now this is a beautiful sight,” Aster says as he walks in the room wrapped in nothing but a towel. “You don’t know how sexy you look bent over while your own arousal drips down your leg.” His eyes dilate in lust, and there’s a huge tent in his towel from his hard cock.
Obliging his friend, Tristan turns my head to the side so I can see Aster better. He’s sitting on the side of the bed with a perfect view of me bent over the desk. When he removes his towel, the hardness in his cock tells me he doesn’t give two fucks that Tristan has me bent over and aroused. He seems pleased by this live porno playing out in front of him. Not that I’m complaining. I’m riveted watching Aster palm his dick as he watches us. So much that I’m caught off guard when Tristan adds another finger to my asshole, and starts to scissor his way inside. My puckered hole opens up for him with ease, wet from juices he must have gathered from my cunt while I was distracted.
“Do you want Asterial to watch me fuck your tight little ass?” Tristan asks, thrusting his fingers deeper into my small hole.
“Yes,�
� I moan, and Tristan growls, slapping my ass cheek.
“Yes what?” he asks, drilling even deeper with his fingers.
“Yes Sir,” I scream, panting with need.
Pulling his fingers out, he fists his thick cock, slapping it across my ass.
“You want my cock don’t you, dove?”
“Yes Sir,” I reply as I watch Aster pump his cock faster in his hand from root to tip. His eyes are focused solely on me, enjoying Tristan’s little show.
“Where do you want me to fuck you, dove?” Tristan questions, rubbing his precum at the entrance of my bottom.
“In my ass. Please Sir, fuck my ass,” I plead shamelessly. I’m dying for him to fuck me, completely over him toying with me.
“How can a man turn down such a plea?” Tristan says darkly, pressing his cock in my tight hole.
I take a deep breath as he enters me slowly, giving me time to adjust. He is so damn big and thick, and I cry out as he pushes in deeper.
“So tight,“ he moans, pushing in farther until he bottoms out. Pulling out he thrust back in all the way to the hilt, and starts to pound into my body, fucking me deep. Aster beats his cock in time to Tristan's thrusts, moaning as he watches my ass get pounded into. Lifting me slightly by my hair, Tristan fucks me faster, and my tits bounce against the wood, another sensation adding to my enjoyment. I’m on the edge, frustrated about needing permission to cum. Not going easy on me, Tristan pulls all the way out, and slams back into me again and again. My walls tighten, and when I feel like I can’t take it anymore, Tristan finally takes pity on me.
“Cum,” he orders, and I fall apart, shouting his name, while he drills in my ass, seeming to grow impossibly harder.
“Do you feel me deep inside you?” He groans.
“Yes Sir. You feel so damn good,” I cry, and at my words, he cums as he reaches around me to grab my tits to use as an anchor, so that now he’s deep inside me when he spills his seed.
Picking me up, he walks me over to Aster, and gently pushes me down to my knees in front of him. Aster’s hard cock bounces close by my lips, glistening from his precum.
“Be a good girl and suck his cock,” Tristan orders, pushing my head closer to Aster’s hard dick.
I'm so lost in the sex haze, I do as I'm told. Opening wide, I take Aster deep in my mouth as Tristan’s cum leaks out of my ass. Tristan places his hand behind my head, and guides me deeper onto Aster’s dick until the sound of me gagging fills the room.
“Suck it deeper,” he orders, using his hand to fuck my face on Aster’s cock. Aster’s eyes are closed and he moves his hips faster, pumping in and out my mouth. When I feel his cock start to pulse, he whispers in my head, “when I cum you will swallow every last drop, love, and beg me for more.”
I’m so damn wet from the act, his words, and Tristan’s cum leaking out of me, I don’t care what they ask of me. I feel like the wanton slut they both want me to be as they use and pleasure me.
“She's very good at sucking cock Tristan. You should let her suck you off too,” Aster tells him as he holds his cock down my throat, cutting off my air. “Do you want Tristan's cock too, love?”
I can’t answer verbally. I can only nod my head, and moan while I choke on Aster’s member. Pleased, he releases me, making room for Tristan to move in front of my face, and I take him in my mouth.
He groans, watching as Aster slaps my cheek with his dick covered in my spit mixed with his precum.
“Good girl, suck him deeper. Make him cum down your throat,” Aster growls, palming his cock and rubbing his balls on my face. Tristans thrusts deepen, excited as he watches the show, the sounds of his heavy balls slapping my chin adding to our moans of pleasure. Releasing Tristan with a pop, I turn back to Aster, and suck him deep while he fucks my face with urgency. With a roar, he cums down my throat, and I swallow every drop. Without pause, Tristan shoves his cock back in my mouth, and fucks my throat until he pulls out, and comes all over my face, growling my name.
“You're ours tonight, to do as we please with,” Aster says, while he removes the cuffs from my wrists. “Get on the bed, on your hands and knees, and do as you’re told,” Aster barks, and I quickly move asTristan's cum drips down my body and onto the floor. Positioning himself behind me, Aster enters me while Tristan stands in front of my face and thrust his cock back into my mouth.
They both fuck me in tandem, relentlessly using my body, pushing and pulling me deeper into each other. I’ve never done anything like this before, and I feel so alive and free. Aster thrusts in and out my pussy branding me with his cock, pulling my hair and holding me steady for Tristan’s dick. Tristan is first to release, and Aster quickly follows, coating my pussy walls with his thick seed. All through the night and early in the morning, they fuck me relentlessly in so many different ways, making me moan, and scream their names for all to hear.
By late afternoon my body is sore. I'm completely covered in cum, spent, and could barely move when I wobbled to the bathroom and into the shower. The hot water does wonders to soothe my aching muscles. I’m not alone long before I’m joined by one of the two that’s the cause of my body’s soreness. Taking the rag from my hand, Tristan lathers it with soap and takes his time cleaning my entire body from head to toe. Despite our hard fucking session, he’s reminding me that he can be gentle. Once he’s done, he wraps me in a big fluffy towel, carries me to bed, and lays me next to a sleeping Aster, who must have taken a shower in his own room judging by his still damp hair. Sensing my nearness, Aster wraps one arm around me, and Tristan lays on my other side, pulling me closer to his chest. Falling into a deep sleep, I can feel a pull on my heart strings and an ache in my chest. When I close my eyes, a pair of the most beautiful, crystal blue eyes haunt my dreams, reminding me that I’m not yet complete.
Chapter Eight
Guardian #4
I look down disgusted at the woman between my legs, eagerly sucking my cock. With all the effort she’s putting into it I still feel no pleasure from it. Maybe it’s because I hate her more than the most vile thing I could imagine, but despite that fact, I still perform since she hasn’t given me a choice. The only respite I get is when I think of her. It’s her face I see between my legs. It’s her beautiful violet-blue eyes staring up at me with so much love it makes me hard for the cunt before me. It’s her long pale hair twisted in my fist that I’m picturing, and it’s her plump full lips I see wrapped around my dick, that makes me cum down this vile slut’s throat.
Swallowing, she looks up at me, her hazel eyes clouded in lust.
“What’s wrong, lover? You have been distracted lately.”
“Don’t call me that,” I snap.
Pursing her lips, I catch the anger flash through her eyes before she stands straightening her gown. Walking over to her nightstand, she lifts her ostentatious crown, and sets it upon her head, securing it in her long red locks.
“I have a meeting with the Council. I will see you tonight,” she demands, turning her gaze to me. This is a command, not a question.
I don’t know what set me off to reply the way I do, but it’s been a long time coming. Maybe it’s the tug in my heart I’ve been feeling since she crossed the veil. The knowledge that all I have to live for is close, that I look the wretched bitch Queen straight in the eyes and reply, “I don’t think so.”
“Excuse me?” She says, raising a perfectly arched brow.
“You heard me Hera. I will not be joining you tonight, or any other night in the foreseeable future,” I tell her.
“That’s Queen Hera. And do I need to remind you, half breed, I’m the only reason why you’re still breathing?”
Her anger is evident. She’s not used to not getting what she wants, but I was tired of playing her games. I’m done with being used by her. Ever since she sent Kaiden away on some secret mission, she’s been summoning me more and more, since her precious son isn’t here to hear about her fucking someone he’s grown up with, and once considered a loyal friend. At leas
t I was his friend, until he found out I’ve been fucking his mom, not knowing the hateful bitch has been blackmailing me. Holding my own existence, and my parent’s mistakes, against me. I feel my anger rise to the surface, and I let a bit of my power seep through.
The entire castles walls shake, and the lights in the room start to flicker. I see her face twist in fear, and I smile, reveling in it.
“Careful, my Queen. I may be a half breed, but it’s that half you’re afraid of. That half is a whole lot more powerful than you. It’s what makes you tremble in fear like you are now. Do-not-test-me,” l tell her slowly, pulling on my power harder, so now the floor under us trembles harder and cracks.
Coming to her senses, she walks over to me and holds my hand in hers.
“You don’t have to destroy the castle. I know what you are capable of.”
“Do you now?” I question, yanking my hand from hers. “You know Hera, I could ruin you, even now, without my power. Words are just as powerful if you know what to say. What would Kaiden think if he knew about the secret you’re hiding deep in the dungeons? What will everyone else think if they knew how deep your deceit really runs?”
Pausing, I watch as shock overtakes her pretty face. I can practically see her mind spinning, wondering how I found out about her deep, dark secret. A secret that will more than ruin her life.
“What you’re saying is treason. I could have your head,” she says, shaking.
“Yes, but then you will expose yourself, and I won’t be the only one on the chopping block,” I respond, smiling smugly. I have her cornered, and she knows it.
