Rocked: Elemental Warriors

by Ashley West

  At the very least, she knew this wouldn’t end up, like so many of their lunch and/or dinner meetings did, with them in bed together. Bobby had a meeting at two, and it was after one now. Even if they were impressively speedy, that wouldn’t work.

  An hour later, she was being pressed against the door of her bedroom by an insistent and very hard Bobby. His mouth was on her neck, kissing and nibbling in the way he knew she liked, and she couldn’t help the moan that spilled from her lips as she tilted her head to one side to give him more access to her skin.

  “You—mmm.” She tried to say what she wanted to say, but it was rather hard when teeth were being set into her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Silvia had to swallow three times in order to find her voice after that. “Your meeting,” she managed, knowing he’d know what she meant.

  “I can reschedule,” Bobby murmured against her throat. “I’m a very important man, you know.”

  “I know,” she replied, voice breathy. Her fingers were fisted in the back of his button down shirt, and she knew she was wrinkling it horribly, but couldn’t bring herself to care too much about that. He had a jacket, anyway. He’d be fine.

  “You like that,” he said, and it wasn’t a question.

  Instead of answering, Silvia pushed him away enough that she could drop to her knees in front of him. Bobby groaned, and when she looked up at him, his eyes were dark with desire. She liked putting that look on his face. He was a very important man, that much was true, but she knew how to undo him.

  Slowly, she slid one hand up his thigh, fingers pressing just a bit. She could tell that he was already hard, the bulge growing as she knelt there, and she danced her fingers over his fly teasingly for a bit, wondering if she could get him to beg.

  His moan was just a bit desperate, and she smiled up at him, all innocence.

  “Something you want, Mr. Henderson?”

  “Mr. Henderson is my father,” Bobby said, and Silvia rolled her eyes. Honestly, sometimes she despaired of this man. He was attractive, rich, powerful, and kind, but he didn’t have a creative bone in his body when it came to sex.

  Anyone else would have jumped right on that boss/assistant roleplay, but not Bobby. Silvia smothered her sigh by biting her lip and let her fingers flick the button of his pants open.

  They were charcoal grey, and very well tailored, with crisp creases, and they were going to be integral to the elaborate fantasy she was going to build in her head since Bobby didn’t seem to want to be of any use when it came to this.

  She imagined that instead of her apartment, they were in Bobby’s office. Sil had been there plenty of times before, so she could picture it well in her mind. The mahogany desk, the light grey carpet, the wide, picture windows that looked out of the business district of the city from the thirtieth floor, the plush leather chairs. It always smelled like warm leather and ink, and Silvia thought it would be the perfect place for a tryst like this. He could have her over the desk, or with her riding him in one of the chairs, even against the window if they were feeling bold. Maybe at night, when the lights from the city would be the only thing illuminating their coupling, her hands and breasts pressed to the cool glass, him thrusting into her from behind, whispering in her ear that she was dirty for liking this, for imagining someone looking up or across from one of the other buildings and seeing her getting taken against the window.

  He’d be wearing his suit, these dark grey pants and the crisp white shirt, maybe with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, jacket over the back of one of the chairs.

  She’d be naked, of course, and she spared a thought for the fact that she should have stripped down before she’d gotten on her knees. But no matter, it could be adjusted. Maybe she’d be in her work clothes, if she was continuing the thought that she was his assistant. That would work fine. A skirt, like the one she was wearing now, and a button down shirt of her own, undone enough that her breasts would spill out, skirt hiked around her hips, panties moved to one side.

  Yes, that would do fine. Silvia reached up and pulled her shirt up over her bra and then pulled the bra down so her breasts were free, nipples hardening in the cool air.

  Bobby groaned and stroked a hand over her hair, and yes, that was good, too. It spurred her on, and she undid his zipper and pulled out his cock, smiling at the familiar sight. It wasn’t the biggest she’d ever seen, but it was a good length and quite thick, just curved a bit upwards when it was fully hard, as it was on its way to being now. She was familiar with the shape of it, the heft of it, the way it felt in her mouth and elsewhere.

  Now she wrapped her fingers around the base and dragged them upwards slowly, feeling it harden further in her hand as she worked him.

  “Sil,” Bobby panted. “Sil, please.”

  That was nice enough, but in her head, he didn’t say please. In her head it was all “Be good and put it in your mouth.”

  She rubbed the soft head against her lips, humming lightly and licking up the salty tang of his precome. She imagined him doing this to her, rubbing his cock against her mouth until she opened it and let him slide home.

  His hips were stuttering in small motions, and so she decided to stop teasing and took him in, sucking lightly on the head for a bit before she took more in.

  Bobby swore under his breath, and his fingers tightened in her hair, which was a delightful addition to the fantasy. As she sucked him with an even pace, she imagined they were doing this in front of his office window. His hand tangled in her hair, keeping her from being able to pull back too far. Her mouth was open, lips stretched wide around his cock as he thrust into her mouth, using it like he might some other hole she had. It was hot, saliva slick and perfect, the head of his cock nudging her throat every once in awhile and making her nearly gag.

  In her mind, he liked that. Liked to overwhelm her just a bit. To make her work harder for his pleasure.

  Silvia whimpered around her mouthful and took more in, making herself nearly gag before she pulled off, trails of spit linking her lips with the head of Bobby’s cock. His head was tipped back, eyes closed, so she let herself run wild with her fantasy, one hand sneaking beneath her skirt to touch herself as she bobbed her head.

  His cock was heavy and warm in her mouth, and she moved faster and then a bit faster still, mimicking the way it would be if he was the one controlling the pace. Her fingers under her skirt moved quicker as well, and she moaned shamelessly around his cock.

  That’s how it would be in her fantasy, of course. Having him use her for his pleasure would be enough to have her soaking through whatever thin panties she was wearing, and she’d be wet and so needy for him.

  He’d tease her about it, too. He’d tell her that she was so naughty for getting off on being used in front of the window like this. What if someone were to see? What if someone got the idea that she was like this all the time. On her knees or on her back for the boss of the company, spreading her legs and opening her mouth when he told her to.

  She was so wet now, so turned on from the images and the thought of him saying that to her. When Bobby moaned that he was close, Silvia was right there with him. She pulled off of his cock and wrapped her fingers around it again, caught up in the tide of her fantasy. Now, in her head, her hands were tied behind her back with his tie, and there was nothing she would do when he pulled his cock out of her mouth and started to stroke it fast and rough, aiming for her face.

  Her hands moved independently of each other in the here and now, the one between her legs rubbing her clit feverishly while the other jerked off Bobby. When he came, it was with a low, surprised gasp, and his release shot out and painted the lower half of her face in hot splashes.

  It was enough to send her over the edge, and she moaned and shook and made a mess between her own legs.

  Their breathing was harsh in the otherwise quiet space, and Bobby was looking down at her with a strange expression on his face.

  Silvia released his cock and sat back on her heels, feeling the stic
kiness of his release still on her face.

  “Let me get you a towel,” Bobby said softly, and he disappeared into the bathroom for a moment. When he came back, his cock was tucked away, and he was looking nearly immaculate again. He wiped her face clean with a wet cloth and then looked down at her awkwardly, like he wanted to say something.

  Silvia just looked up at him, not moving from her spot, and when Bobby finally excused himself, saying he needed to get back to work, she finally pulled herself to her feet on shaky legs with a sigh.

  Her fantasies were hot, they always were, but she knew that there was no way she was ever going to get Bobby excited about them. It wasn’t for lack of trying, either. She’d talked to him about the things she thought were hot, and his response had always been something along the lines of “I can’t imagine doing that to you”. Which was all well and good, but was just another example of the fundamental disconnect between the two of them.

  As it was, it was the middle of the day, and she didn’t have much planned for the rest of the afternoon. And she did have her massage wand in her nightstand and a head full of more dirty thoughts.

  She chuckled, and went into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. That seemed like a much better way to pass the time than worrying about what she was going to do about Bobby.

  Chapter Three: Splendor

  Earth was much more of a wonder than Kain had been expecting. Honestly, in his mind, he was thinking of something even more primitive than the way people thought his people lived, but when they disembarked from their ship and looked around, he saw that he'd been quite a bit off the mark.

  The area they were in was more modern than most of their buildings and cities, and there were fast moving vehicles whizzing down the paved roads.

  Trees and bushes lined the streets and sidewalks, and people moved in dizzying patterns, going this way and that. There was noise and light and interesting smells, and over all of that, the haze of pollution that was nearly exactly what he'd been expecting.

  Still, Kain closed his eyes and dragged in a breath, letting his mind stretch out and his power call to the heart of the planet. It wasn't nearly as strong as the heart of Jontira, but Kain was confident that if he needed to, he could call on the stones and dirt and ground here to protect him and the Prince, which helped him relax marginally.

  It hadn't taken nearly as long as Kain would have thought to arrange this trip.

  The Druids had been against it, but that was in their nature. Progress didn't come easily to those whose task it was to study the past and the present. They had urged their Prince to reconsider, but Comman couldn't be swayed. Not even when his guard had told him that his idea was ridiculous and that none of them wanted to go.

  That had been a moment of anger for Kain, but he'd kept his face impassive and stood at the Prince's back, enduring the harsh looks the others had been sending him, probably for encouraging Comman's mad scheme.

  Later, Shill, one of the older members of the guard had cornered him. "Why are you going along with this?" he'd demanded. "None of us want to go to Earth, and I don't believe for a second that you do."

  Kain had held his ground, though. In the early days he'd been so much more timid when it came to speaking his mind, but he'd been there for long enough now that he wasn't about to back down. "It isn't my place to tell the Prince what he can and cannot do," he'd said, face blank. "If he wants to go to Earth, then my place is at his side. As is yours, I could point out."

  Shill had glowered at him. "He's going to get you killed one day because you don't know how to say no to his madness."

  "He isn't mad," Kain replied. "And if you think he won't go anyway and end up getting killed on Earth, then you don't know him. How shameful would it be if your charge gets killed on a foreign planet because you just didn't feel like doing your job?"

  That had struck a nerve, clearly, but Shill just marched away. In the end, five of the Prince's Guard had accompanied Comman to Earth, though the other four were clearly not happy about it.

  Well, that wasn't fair. Litta didn't seem to have much of an issue with it, but then, she didn't seem to take issue with much at all. She was a quiet thing, and if Kain hadn't seen her fight before, he would have assumed that she didn't know how.

  She'd spent most of the trip to Earth with her nose buried in her tablet, and now she was standing near to him, looking out over the city they were to be staying in.

  "This isn't safe," she murmured. "There's too much unknown space. Too many unknown people. How will we protect him here?"

  Kain swallowed his comment about how protecting the Prince had never seemed to be high on any of their lists of priorities and instead shook his head. "It will be difficult, but it's necessary."

  Litta looked at him for a long moment and then nodded. "I've done some research. We should get to where we're staying."

  Kain had to agree. Being out in the open like this was making him nervous.

  Comman had just disembarked behind them, and when Kain turned his head, it was to see that the Prince was smiling, clearly pleased with where he was.

  "This is amazing, isn't it?" he asked, and from the way no one else answered him, it was clear he was talking to Kain. "How clever humans are to have come up with a place like this."

  "Endlessly clever," Kain said, amused. "Do you know where we're supposed to be going?"

  "Yes," Comman answered. He scanned the tall buildings ahead of them and then pointed to one. "There. The...Marriott. Whatever that is."

  According to the Prince, those who had called the meeting had set up accommodations for the leaders who were coming in from other planets. The area they were staying in was apparently somehow off limits to humans, using some sort of technological system that Kain didn't understand.

  He'd been assured that it would all be fine, and there was no arguing with Comman otherwise, so they set off, leaving their small ship where they had been told to leave it.

  Kain looked over his shoulder, taking a last look at the one thing that could take him back home. But it was fine. It wasn't forever. Just until Comman got what he wanted.

  The Marriott turned out to be a large building made up of rooms. Some of the rooms were connected, others were solitary. The ones they were staying in were all connected together and had a cooking area in the middle. They were staying two to a room, Kain in with the Prince and the other guards paired off. Their rooms were high up, looking out over the city, and Kain pressed his nose to the cold glass, looking down at everything around them.

  "The first set of meetings isn't until tomorrow," Comman said as he came up beside Kain and looked out as well. "We could explore the city for a while if it would make you feel better."

  Kain snorted. "You're too kind, Your Highness."

  His dark eyes sparkled. "I know. And it definitely doesn't have anything to do with me wanting to get out and see things."

  "Oh, I'm sure." Kain stepped back and thought about it. There weren't as many differences between them and the humans as he had been expecting. Humans were just smaller creatures, and they looked a lot like Kain and his people. If they did go out, it probably wouldn't be that hard to blend in, and yet he felt apprehensive. This was whole new territory. He had never called this ground before. He had never been to any of these places. There was no telling how safe it was.

  But Comman had come here with a mission in mind, and Kain supposed that it was his job to stand at the Prince's side and help him achieve his goals.

  "Alright," he said. "We can go out. But we have to be careful."

  "I am always careful," Comman said, and he was already halfway across the room, sitting on the bed. "You should explore by yourself," he said. "The others can look after me."

  Kain shot him an incredulous look. "You must be joking."

  "I'm not. I know they won't like it much, but they do know how to do their jobs, and they know that if something happens to me, it will plunge our people into a war because I have no successor yet and any
one of our enemies who had been lying in wait could try to take my throne. Imagine the shame of being the guard who let that happen to the Prince and the people."

  Sometimes Kain forgot that Comman could be very smart and crafty when he wanted to be. Other people never seemed to be willing to get to know the Prince well enough to see that, but Kain saw it all the time. He shook his head, amused. "You're terrible. And I'd feel better if I could keep an eye on you."

  "You've been keeping both eyes on me non-stop for the last four movements," Comman insisted. "Take a break, Kain. You're dismissed for the night. Didn't you promise Ama that you'd try to have fun?"

  "How do you know that?" Kain wanted to know. He had promised that, mostly because Ama knew him well enough to know that he would just spend the whole time they were on Earth worrying about the Prince otherwise. And apparently the Prince knew that, too. Wonderful.

  "I know most things," Comman replied. "You're dismissed, Kain. Go out. See the sights. Check the perimeter or whatever it is you're itching to do. I will be fine. In the morning, you can stay with me when I go to the first meeting."

  Kain opened his mouth to argue, but then closed it on a sigh. When the Prince was determined, there was no changing his mind. "Very well," he said, bowing at the waist and shaking his head. "I'll go. But if there's trouble..."

  "I'll summon you immediately," Comman promised.

  "You had better."

  He switched his livery for some of his more common clothes, hoping to blend in better if he didn't look like he was wearing a uniform. He didn't have a weapon to leave behind, and it was at least some comfort that even if the closest ground lay beneath layers of pavement and stone and whatever else the humans coated their earth with, he could still reach it and use it to defend himself.

  He rode the lift down to the bottom floor of the building, tucking the card that would let him back into the room away into a pocket.

  "Have a good afternoon," said the woman behind the desk, and Kain stopped to smile at her.