by D. R. Rosier
He frowned, “But his gun fired when he shot Lin, so that time it would’ve killed her. I guess that means Katie was right that we were half successful anyway, despite getting our asses handed to us.”
Katie smiled, “Sounds good. Bria and I will head home. I want to do more research, and we’ll be back in a couple of days when Cassie calls. You’ll let us all know when the bird spots them preparing to leave?”
He nodded, “I will.”
They broke up then, Katie and Bria teleported out, while he raised a bird and Cassie teleported it to Savannah. He’d be able to keep an eye on things, and make sure it didn’t devolve into something even worse. He hated the idea of letting those women get used, the fact they were whores didn’t make it any better, or less of a violation. But they had to weigh risks and lives, and it wasn’t in his territory and it was about the balance. Katie was the one that had to make that call, and she wasn’t wrong either, even though he didn’t like it.
He sighed when one of his zombies got his attention, there was always something else going on.
He found Mara and Emily back in the living room, and Cassie was with him as was Lin, the others were somewhere else in the house or in the backyard by the pool.
“There’s a birth going bad, mother is hemorrhaging. Over in Lakewood.”
Cassie said, “We don’t all have to go, it should be safe enough, and take hours so it’ll be boring. I’ll take them.”
He frowned, knowing she was right but not liking it. With four mates and now five his libido as well as his possessiveness and protectiveness had become far more pervasive. It was a constant battle inside of him that he had to keep in perspective and watch himself with.
“Lin?”
Lin nodded, “Yes, master, I’ll be happy to go.”
Cassie smirked with a knowing look, and no doubt knew what he was struggling with. She gave him a soft lingering kiss, and Mara stole one as well, before Cassie cast her spell and the four of them disappeared in a flash of magic.
Between sorcery, protection magic, Lin, and ten more zombie guards they should be more than safe. Especially since his west coast was relatively safe, and Lakewood was a good community. It still bugged the shit out of him though, that they were out of his reach and protection. He suspected the adrenaline rush and almost dying two hours ago had something to do with his feelings on the matter as well.
Lori and Kim were out by the pool, and he was pretty sure Sy’lia was in the greenhouse. He snorted at the fact he was still standing there worrying, and he went to put on his suit and hit the pool to work off some nervous energy. As he reached the stairs, he suddenly changed his mind, and headed for the back door and turned away from the pool and he headed across the field to the greenhouse instead.
He paused at the entrance.
Sy’lia was just as lissome and gracefully willowy as his Lori. She even had the same firm and supple pear-shaped ass, and similarly shaped rounded B cups, as well as her gently curved waist. Of course, the hot elf’s skin was fair and light, nothing like his light mocha skinned shadow priestess. She was another that wouldn’t look out of place on a catwalk, she certainly had the body for it, and her face, ears, hair, and intense dark blue eyes in totality was quite stunningly beautiful to him.
Her light ash blonde hair was down and almost reached the dirt floor that she knelt on over some of the plants. The exotic beauty of her elven pointed ears, thin face and high cheekbones, as well as her full lips was more than a little distracting. Especially with his libido so raised from the fight, he’d been planning on expending that in Cassie before she’d had to run off.
She was arrogant and pushy, touchy at times, but he admitted she was also loyal, strong, and he admired her even when she was pissing him off. She’d also grown into a friend over the time she’d been with them, the last three weeks.
He said softly, “Why did you do it?”
It was why he’d changed his mind, he had to know why.
She looked over her shoulder, “Do what?”
He frowned, “Dive in front of those bullets meant for me.”
She bit her lip, “You saved me first, if you remember, I was just doing what any of us would’ve, had they been in the position.”
He nodded, “So, that’s all it was, just watching my back?”
Her fair face flushed, and she looked back down at the plant. Well that answered that question.
When her face turned back, she looked angry as she stood up, “You need to stop it. Promise me.”
He smirked, “Stop what?” playing clueless and almost bemused with the old argument, as he looked into her vivid cerulean eyes.
She moved closer, “You know what. Forget the other stuff, just don’t absorb life personally. I’ve told you time and time again…” she continued to lecture him, not arrogantly, but passionately with caring and true concern in her eyes. With fear for him, and he suddenly felt ashamed. He should’ve given in long ago. She wasn’t even wrong. He thought he was strong enough, but it wasn’t worth the risk in the long run to find out, was it?
He interrupted her diatribe, “Okay.”
She continued on for several more seconds, then stopped mid-word as her mouth dropped open in shock.
He smirked as he stepped even closer, invading her personal space, and looking intently into those blue eyes.
“I swear it, to never do so again.”
She opened and closed her mouth several times, as moisture gathered in her eyes.
He teased, “Damn, I’ve never seen you speechless. I should’ve given in far sooner.”
He saw annoyance and anger filter into her eyes at his statement, joining the warmth and heat he could still see there, but before she could blow her top he completely closed the distance, put his arm around her waist and firmly pulled her against him. His other hand gripped her hair and guided her head firmly into a soft butterfly kiss.
She gasped, and her whole body trembled against his, but her eyes were all heated desire when he studied them, and she made no move to back away. She made a cute and sexy sound as he reclaimed her silken lips, and she kissed him with an unrestrained wild passion that made his cock grow against her taut and milky fair stomach.
He broke the kiss, and the lust in her eyes was just barely on the right side of the sanity line, and he imagined he looked similarly turned on.
He said, “I want you more than you know, Sy’lia. You have to know though, that if I take you, you’re mine. This isn’t some meaningless tryst for me, like in elven society. Are you sure…”
She kissed him hungrily to shut him up that time, and her soft and warm nimble fingers went under his shirt and caressed the skin of his chest eagerly as she sighed deeply into his mouth with a neediness that blew his mind. Fuck, she wanted him as badly as he wanted her, and he finally admitted to himself Cassie was right, and her timing was about damned perfect on the bigger bed.
He teased her back with his fingertips, which became much firmer as he cupped her ass, squeezed firmly as he ground their bodies together, and she let out a little gasp as her arms tightened around his neck. Then her legs left the ground and went around his body so she could grind along his length at a better angle.
She was so hot for him, that he felt the heat of her sex through their clothes.
She whispered sweetly, breathily, when the kiss broke, “I’m already yours, Sean. My heart is lost, and in your care. Now fuck me, please. Goddess knows I neither want to, nor can I resist you anymore. Your promise makes my heart sing despite the insanity of it. I need you to claim me. Talk later.”
He kissed her, and he managed to make it over to a table and set her down. He pulled up on her shirt, and her arms went up eagerly as he stripped it off. Her breasts were fucking perfect, without blemish, and even lighter skinned than the rest of her. They were similar to Lori’s as he’d expected, perfectly rounded B cups, at least around, but they protruded an inch or two farther, making them slightly torpedo shaped, and firmly and supplely
gravity defying.
Her nipples were the lightest and sexiest delicate shade of pink he’d ever seen in his life, and while a little smaller than Lori’s large nipples they were still bigger than average and quite tight for him. He couldn’t help himself, as he bent down and sucked one into his mouth. Fuck, her sweet gasp and moan as he suckled on her firmly encouraged him to play a little rougher. He bit down, and he pulled back quite firmly stretching them out.
She gasped in pain and then trembled in pleasure, as she said, “Harder, Sean. I like it rough on my breasts. The pain makes the pleasure so much sharper.”
Fuck, his cock surged and twitched, painfully in the confines of his jeans, as he bit down, sucked, and pulled, while his other hand pinched, twisted and pulled her other nipple.
She cried out in sweet pain, and he wondered if he’d been too harsh with them, when she suddenly let out a breathy and shaky sigh of deep pleasure as she tightened her legs around him and ground against his cock almost manically.
Holy shit, she was kind of a masochist as far as her breasts at least, not even his wickedly depraved Cassie liked them mauled that hard, which would be a new experience for him. He certainly wouldn’t get off on giving her pain, but if it gave her that much pleasure, he’d do it for that reason and enjoy doing so.
She whispered, “Perfect, just like that,” she begged in her sweet voice. If his Lori’s voice was the most sensually sultry he’d ever heard, than his hot elf’s voice was the most dulcetly sweet. That was almost as effective as the sultry. The sweet innocence of her voice praising him for mauling her breasts hit his libido like tornado touching ground.
She gasped and desperately reached for his jeans, opening them up as he continued to suckle, pull, pinch, and twist her creamy white breasts and nipples so hard they were turning red. She liked it harder than his Cassie did, except that mauling didn’t hurt his Cassie, not really.
He abandoned her breast to kiss her, and he pulled her stretchy pants off. They were an old and ratty looking purple yoga pants that nonetheless made her ass and legs look amazing. She wore them when working on the garden, along with the shirt he’d shed, instead of getting her robes dirty kneeling in the dirt and loam.
It was his turn to gasp, as her soft hand stroked him delicately, and he backed up as he pulled her yoga pants off, and then pushed down his own pants the rest of the way and kicked them off. He gripped his shirt and tore it up and over his head as he stepped back into Sy’lia.
She caressed his chest, shoulders, and neck as he reclaimed her hot and slightly swollen full lips, and they kissed passionately. She wrapped her legs around him tightly again, and he groaned deeply as she swiveled her hips and ran her satiny moist sex along his cock, leaving a dirty trail of liquid arousal behind.
She begged in that sweet innocent voice, which made the dirty words hot in a way that almost felt wrong, “Fuck me, Sean. Claim what already belongs to you, my heart, and this body.”
He lifted her off the table, and then dropped her down, impaling her on his cock. The first few inches slipped in almost effortlessly, but then her sex tightened around him like a vice lined with soft heated velvet, and he grunted deeply into her mouth as she cried out in his.
He was shocked to realize a moment later, that she’d tightened like that because he’d just made her cum by impaling her, as his cock and balls were flooded with her liquid satiation. He rode it out, barely. She felt so damned good wrapped tightly around his sensitive tip, the ridge, and another inch or two of his shaft as she came apart wildly around him.
He almost came as he walked the few more steps to the glass wall and pushed her back against it. She was impossibly tight while she came for him, but the silken friction of her generous arousal made her slide slightly further down his cock with each step, tugging at his skin and gracing him with incredibly tight but soft silky friction.
She was in no condition to kiss him with any sense of coordination, so he bowed his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, and bit down on it quite firmly as he tightly squeezed her supple pear-shaped ass.
He wasn’t sure if he rolled her into a second orgasm, or if he’d merely just launched her higher with the nipple bite, but her body convulsed around his tip even more wildly, as her sweet breathy screams of pleasure filled his ear. He even managed to get another inch deeper, as she tightened and loosened around him violently.
He’d never had a woman cum so easily or hard for him before, and partially from pain no less, even before he’d gotten himself fully buried. He kissed off her breast, and up to her neck as he slowly and shallowly stroked deeper, forcing his cock deeper into her impossibly tight passage as he stretched her out. It got a lot easier, as she finally came down from her second orgasm, or part two of the first, whatever the truth was he was so fucking horny and turned on by Sy’lia’s wild and free surrender to him and her pleasure he could hardly see straight.
He pulled up on her ass, lifting her almost halfway off his cock, as he devoured her lips with his own. Her hot breath and sexy sweet sounds drove him crazy, as did the taste of her mouth and her skin. The feel of her sex snugly wrapped around his was pure blissful paradise. Her lovely elven scent of loam, flowers, and femininity had his head spinning with lust. It was all driving him crazy.
Held halfway up his cock, he started to rock his body and drilled up into her hard, pushing up into her to fully bury himself, then rocking back as her body bounced up to the very tip of his cock, before falling and once again impaling herself on him while he drove up.
His hot elf tightened her legs around him, and she started to grind and squeeze each time their bodies met. Her leverage was limited in that position, but she used every bit of it to make it better for him and her alike.
The next time she came for him, she bit down on his shoulder hard and screamed, as her legs tightened around him, and her silken passage once more became a velvety vice of pure pleasure. He did his best to fuck her through it to increase and extend the pleasure of her orgasm, but she was almost too tight to move at all.
It was also his undoing, and he grunted deeply, “Sy’lia! Fuck!”
He locked his legs, so they didn’t fall, as he drove himself up into her convulsing and rippling paradise. He roared like an animal as he emptied himself wildly into her, pulse after pulse of his sperm entered her body as it milked his cock eagerly.
She let out a shocked breath of pleasure, as they came down together.
“Goddess, that was… more than I expected.”
He laughed, “Understatement, you are one wild and sexy woman. We’re not done yet either.”
She kissed his neck, and let out a breathy sigh, “Take me to our bed, Sean.”
He grinned at that, and pulled out. She was so light as he twisted her easily and put her in a bridal carry. He headed to the house, and he tried to ignore the sensations of her sweet lips and breath on his neck and ear.
“You seem… really happy, as am I to have you in our bed and hearts, our lives, but also a bit… resigned? Or am I reading you wrong?”
She said softly, “Elven and human mates rarely work for the long term. The inequities of our races eventually lead to resentment. I have to say I’ve fallen for you, hard. I care about you more than you know. You have no idea just how much that promise you made means to me. You also not only have the biggest cock I’ve ever felt in me, but you actually know how to use it.”
He snorted, “Good to know, you’re amazing Sy’lia. I’m sure our relationship will be extremely passionate, and the way you lose yourself while making love is breathtaking. You… like pain?”
She giggled, and nibbled his earlobe, “Not everywhere, not general pain. My ass, and my tits, both love to be abused. They’re connected directly to my clit, the throbs or vibrations of pain turn into overwhelming pleasure. So yes, I enjoy being played with roughly in both places, but I certainly wouldn’t enjoy being hit in the face, or anywhere else for that matter. A nice hard smack to my nipple or ass would be very
welcome though.”
He twitched.
“So, the other thing, inequities?”
She bit her lip, “Age is the big one of course, I’ll still be young and beautiful in another two hundred, three, even four hundred years. Even after that, I’ll look like a human woman in my thirties for another four centuries. For the elf it’s hard to see their lover age and die, to even far outlive their half children and quarter grandchildren, who still look remarkably elf-like but age at a human rate. For the human there’s resentment, and bitterness in both. Then there’s the magic which isn’t a problem for us since you and all our other mates have that.”
“You seem sure? I mean about being mates.”
She nodded, “I don’t need time, like Lori does, or Mara did. We are not as fickle as humans. You are the first male I have ever fallen for. I am yours.”
He said, “And I’m yours, Sy’lia. I wouldn’t have claimed you otherwise. So, what other problems?”
She shrugged, “Isn’t that enough?”
He paused as he laid her down on their bed in the master bedroom, and he looked down at her in amusement. Fortunately, they hadn’t run into any of the human servants on the way there, his other mates he wouldn’t have minded if they saw him walking around naked.
“Sy’lia, have you forgotten what I am, in your obviously engrained and cultural worry of mixed race matings? if you ever left me, it would be you that aged and died before us. Did you forget what I am? Save a violent death, I am a life sorcerer, and neither you nor any of our other mates will ever age another day. No one knows how long we have. I could die tomorrow, as could you, but I can guarantee you’ll never see me grow old, and I’ll never resent you for your youth and beauty, for how lovely you are.”
