“I don’t see how you can do it,” Torra said. Have such emotional intimacy with a person and then say goodbye. I suppose that’s just the innocent virgin in me talking.”
“Because I’ve never had much choice,” he said calmly but wistfully. “Many of those I’ve loved were taken from me. I avenged some of them. Not others. But their memories never left me. The first time…no…the first few times, I felt guilt. For trying to move on with my life and start new friendships. But after a while, and after experiencing so much heartache, you start to feel grateful for the moments you do have. No sense in comparing them. You’re grateful for life.”
“Aye. I am grateful for you, Seumas. Even though you’re destined to walk away from me.”
“If I had a choice then I would stay. Protect your family. Live like a normal man. But I’ve already been called to this fight. I figure if I die, then I’ll leave all my money to you. Make sure you get something from it. See what I mean? I am a good husband…even if I only last a week, I’ll be a good provider.”
“Shame on you, Seumas,” she said, slapping his arm. She found his eyes and looked into his tired and weary soul. “Why do you feel obligated to do this? This oath of yours?”
“What else am I to do? Why are you obligated to watch over your mum and father?”
She eyed him in wonder and resentment. “What if…I honored you before them? If I left to go be with you, and follow you into battle. Letting them fend for themselves. Would it mean anything to you?”
Seumas stared in flinching pain. “Why would you ask something like that?”
“Because I must know this. Would you give up your quest for me? If I was willing to give up my family for you?”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Why?” she said, finding his eyes and sitting up, eager to resolve the issue.
“Because. This is all I know.”
“All you’ve told me all this time is how dreadful life has treated you. How terrible the life of a highlander is. What if I could make it go away? Not by magic, but by love?
He almost answered on reflex but instead, peered into her eyes, wondering what indeed was his destiny. “And speaking in theory…where would we go?”
“Away from here. Away from these warriors, from my father. Away from everybody.”
He smiled, a bit uncomfortable as if he was too hard-hearted to dream anymore.
“I would feel obligated to help your family, at least for now. Obligated to ward off the other Highlander, at least one of them. The one you ought to fear.”
“Only if you let me help. Because, if you really want to marry me, Seumas, we go into battle together.”
He kissed her in approval. Sure, he liked the way dreams sounded. He enjoyed fantasy landscapes of Elysian fields and paradise calling to him. But what was any of this in reality?
III
The mood was somber as Seumas and Torra made their way home, neither of them too eager to face the patriarch. Seumas entered the home first, immediately provoking Kincaid who had been resting and drinking.
“You have some guts, man,” Kincaid said, spitting and roaring in disfavor. Showing your face in my house. Did I not make myself clear?”
“Yes, you did,” Seumas said, staring calmly.
“Then get out.”
“Father…” she said softly. “Seumas wants to marry me.”
He fumed at the thought. His nostrils flared and his face turned red as blood. “I didn’t hear you. And if you say it again for my benefit, I will slap you girl, in front of this fool you brought home.”
“Father! How dare you!”
“There’s no need to be upset, Torra,” Seumas said. “It is what we expected.”
“We?” Kincaid roared back. “Why we? What did you do to her, you sorcerer?”
“I did nothing but what she asked. What she wanted.”
“My stupid daughter doesn’t know what she wants. How dare you force herself upon her.”
“I did no such thing.”
“Yes, you did! Girls cannot make up their own minds when they’re this young. You manipulated her.”
“She is a grown woman. As I am a grown man.”
“No. You’re not.” He rammed his big belly into Seumas’ ribs and glared. “I am a man. You are not a man. You’re not even a human being. Not really. You are an evil messenger, the wrath of the Devil. You come here and dare to tell me about my daughter? Get out of here. Or so help me I will kill you.”
“Father, please!” Torra said, breaking down and crying. “We don’t ask anything from you except your permission.”
“DENIED! And you are forbidden from leaving this place. If you even think about it, I will kill this imposter. This rapist. And then I will slap all the love right out of your face.”
“How dare you!” Torra screamed, alarming her mother who came out from the bedroom to see the commotion.
“What? What is going on?”
“We’re leaving,” Torra said, speaking through her tears.
“Daughter, don’t go,” Muira said. “I know your father’s a scary man. A fool sometimes. Or oftentimes! But…this man…he isn’t like you or me.”
“She’s right. And he’s right,” Seumas said, as he looked into the faces of each one there. His lover and Kincaid and Kincaid’s wife. “I am no ordinary man. I have never claimed to deserve anything except the kindness people give me. If you want me to go, I will go.”
“Leave! Get the fuck out of here!” the patriarch roared, shoving Seumas outside the cottage. “You aren’t wanted. Don’t you ever come back. I forbid this marriage. And so help me, I will kill you. I will behead you faster than I would fuck or shit. Now get the hell out and never come back.”
Seumas look dejected, but agreed. He was a powerful being, no doubt. But the angry words of Kincaid hit home, striking him in his heart where there were only painful memories left. Indeed, what sort of terrible obligation was he putting on this girl, to tear her away from her family?
He took leave, amid screaming family madness. He didn’t want any part of it, or more to the point, he didn’t want to be the cause of any more grief. He had done that, centuries ago, and had memories so dark and troublesome they felt like yesterday.
He didn’t get very far, even after his late night trek. She used all the skills her father ever taught her to sniff him down like a bloodhound. She escaped her home while her parents slept, never once questioning the madness of what she was doing.
It took her a good hour to track him down, to walk over the fields of Valtour and to catch him before he disappeared into the vast wilderness, where he would go to face certain death.
“You silly little girl,” he said, welcoming Torra into his arms. “Why? I left for your own good…you were supposed to stay put.”
“No,” she said crying, causing a small storm of her own. “Because you asked me to marry you. And I said yes.”
He shook his head.
“Don’t say I came running out here, risking certain death, just to have you send me away, Seumas.”
“You shouldn’t have come.”
“Don’t give me anymore about your old life. You said it yourself: life is merely living and enjoying every moment. Don’t ache about the past. Enjoy what you have now. Marry me now, for whatever time we have left.”
“What about your parents? I should go back and…”
“They don’t want ye, Seumas,” she said with a sigh. “They don’t want me. I sold them out, or at least that’s the story they want to remember.”
“But Crestoff…I have to stop him.”
“That’s your choice. But just so you know, my father doesn’t want your help. You owe them nothing.”
“And yet I owe you everything, my sweet bride.”
“I want you inside of me, my love. You are everything to me now. And I want to marry you. Today, or tonight, or tomorrow morning…whenever. Whatever church would have us.”
He said nothing and bit his tongue
to keep from arguing with her. Of course it was all a dangerous idea, but how could he say no to her face? Her lovely face, her crying face, that looked upon him as a lover, a father, and a god? He was everything to her and she was now what he lived for.
They made love in the forest that night, this time Seumas created a bed of leaves and grass and a comfortable spot to enjoy a good hearty fuck. They stripped each other bare and walked naked in the forest, playing with each other’s every body part; her hands caressing and exploring his shaft to his balls, and up again to his prick hole; his hands penetrating her pussy and giving her full body spasms the likes of which she had never felt before.
This time she was ready. She wanted his cock inside of her and every damn inch of it. He began cautiously, parting her legs with just one touch. He entered her slowly at first, letting her body get used to his thick cockhead as it softly meandered around her clit. Then he pushed it into her lips and through the entrance, causing a whirlwind of sensation that flashed up to her buzzing head. She spread her legs farther apart and let him push more inches of cock into her waiting walls, each inch feeling like a brand new man.
He kept his breathing strong and his motions controlled. But she was already shaking in excitement and nervous surrender, all the while spreading more of herself open so that he could put himself in. At first his cock pushing through hurt, just a little bit, but he kept the motions fluid and smooth, gentle as the touch of his loving hands.
The sensation was already intense but doubled in pleasure when she grinded against his cock and let their fluids mesh together. They both groaned and panted, singing songs and muttering war poetry as they fucked in green nature, completely uninhibited and fearless—at least for the moment.
Every moment was a lifetime to Seumas and Torra, as they grinded against each other’s bodies and shared everything from sweat, to spit, to spunk, and the blood that flowed through their veins and rippled through their touching skin. His motions became stronger, just as the very winds of the day seemed to pick up in speed, as if moving with him and helping plunge himself deeper.
She hollered in ecstasy as he pushed himself so deep within he discovered a new spot of weakness—a throbbing, pulsating spot that seemed to quiver and twist when he fucked her deep. She grinded and danced her way to orgasm, pulling her legs together behind him and squeezing even more of his power into her.
“Aaahh!” he screamed, letting out a guttural sound that seemed to call down energy from the heavens. When he pulled his cock out and slid it back in, it caressed every tiny morsel of her sensitive skin, sending shockwaves all over her convulsing body.
He could feel his imminent explosion billowing up from deep inside. How she longed to feel him lose control, to grab her body and pull, push and grab tightly, holding on for dear life as he shot his immortal power inside.
She came right as he started cumming, the two lovers digging themselves into the ground with their mad passion—and yes, a bit of ethereal magic, since Torra noticed that when he pulled back, ready for another lunge, they seemed to float off the ground.
When he pummeled her deep and she felt his cock spasming out of control and quickening for a spew, she screamed to the sky. And that’s when she noticed a thunderstorm above her, with lightning bolts descending from the heaven looking as electric and powerful as God’s own sword.
He finally came and pounded the ground beside her until he shoved his hands through solid dirt. His emission shook her whole body, causing a quake of effusive emotion and physical release. When he orgasmed, she didn’t just cum—she left her body for one very long and surreal moment. She looked up and saw nothing but clouds, nothing but moonlight.
She looked down and saw his cock squirming and pulling out of her, still dripping his sperm, which seemed to glow in the night. They both collapsed on the ground and fell to the side of one another, exhaling for life and singing each other’s beautiful names.
Whether or not the god amongst men went back to destroy Crestoff or simply left the vicinity forever, opting not to risk losing the love of his new life, and holding his new bride in his arms, no one from the village knows for sure. All they know in their heart is that he never left her side, not for a moment of time.
THE END
Taken by the Asian Billionaire
Chapter One
Joseph ran his hand over his thick dark hair, sending the cropped spikes shooting in all directions. He needed some dedicated assistant to help navigate this particular project and he was not sure who to pull from the administrative pool downstairs. He was not prepared to give up his regular executive assistant for one individual project but she might be able to give a recommendation from the pool. He started to dial but stopped short of the last digit.
He stood up from behind his massive oak desk and cinched his tie back up to his neck. He buttoned up his grey suit jacket and tried to tidy the mess he had made of his hair. As he strode past his assistant’s desk, the older woman lifted her head in an unspoken question but Joseph just kept walking.
He loved making a stir in the company by appearing on random floors and in sporadic departments. He was almost certain of the reaction he would get when he strolled into the administrative pool.
Joseph was not tall but he was well-built and carried with him the sort of presence that filled a room. He meticulously maintained his physique at the gym and knew that his tailored suits did not hide but rather camouflaged his tight muscular build.
The elevator doors opened on the third floor and he stepped off with authority. The room was unremarkable, filled with grey-walled cubicles and the tops of many heads. As he circulated, the heads turned one by one to follow, and he could hear frantic whispers and keystrokes as his presence became known.
Most of the administrative pool members were young women in their mid-twenties who had taken the position in hopes of upward mobility. The little blondes and redheads giggled quietly as the company’s billionaire owner passed through the corridors. A couple of them tried to bat their eyelashes and flip their hair in his direction but he was unmoved by their clumsy attempts to earn his attention.
He finally came to a closed office door and knocked firmly.
“One moment,” came the rich throaty voice from inside the office.
He straightened his shoulders and clasped his hands in the fig-leaf pose, and waited silently. He could still feel the tremors in the air behind him but did not acknowledge the ripples his presence had created.
“You may enter,” the voice rang out again.
He opened the door and walked across the threshold.
“Oh, well, um, hello Mister Misaka. I’m so sorry, I had no idea it was you at the door,” the woman babbled nervously.
“Quite alright. You had no reason to believe it was not one of your staff.” He smiled politely and tried to avert his eyes from scanning over the woman’s voluptuous figure.
She was a little taller than he was, with deep brown eyes and curly coarse hair, and her flesh was the color of caramel candies. Her ripe breasts were full under her snug button-down top, and her skirt hugged the swell of her hips perfectly.
The woman quickly gathered her composure and gestured to a chair at her conference table.
“Please, have a seat. How can I help you?”
He smiled again, digging his nails into his palms in an effort to calm his twitching cock.
“I’m looking for some help, administratively that is.”
“Oh, I’m happy to recommend one of my staff. Any of them would be honored to help out.”
He regarded her coolly before responding.
“How about yourself?”
“Me, Sir?”
“Yes, you are the manager down here, correct?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Then I’d like for you to help me.”
“Well, I, um…” Her voice trailed off nervously.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” he remarked politely.
“Oh dear, I’m so sorry. I should have introduced myself. I’m Sherrie.”
“Nice to meet you Sherrie, I’m Joseph Misaka.”
“I know who you are, Sir,” she said with a weak smile.
He chuckled. “There is no anonymity for me, is there?”
“No, Sir.”
“So how about it?”
“Well, I would need to find someone to temporarily fill my spot, Sir.”
“That’s quite alright. Please do take care of that as quickly as possible, and report to my office tomorrow morning.”
She beamed at him. “Yes, Sir, and thank you. I won’t let you down.”
He strode out of the room with the same authority that he used in every action he made. Although he knew full well how he commanded attention, he was completely unaware of the effects his presence had on Sherrie personally. She was shocked at the physical reaction of her body to the proximity of the tightly muscled man who signed her paychecks. Her thighs were tight with anticipation, and it felt as though her stiff nipples would puncture holes straight through the satin of her bra. She was nearly breathless as he reentered the elevator.
Chapter Two
Joseph released the air in his lungs with a loud whoosh as soon as the elevator doors closed. He had never had such a visceral reaction to a woman as he had just experienced with Sherrie. He had been around gorgeous women for most of his adult life, but none of them had taken his breath away like the full-figured beauty who ran the administrative pool for his company. He punched in the security code for his office suite and sighed heavily.
As he rode the wood-paneled elevator to his penthouse office, his mind drifted to a scene of her on her knees in front of him with those full dark pink lips wrapped around his cock. He was mildly horrified and completely turned on by the time the doors opened onto his floor.
He tried to quickly rearrange his stiff cock before walking past his assistant, but he rushed by her just in case. Unfortunately, Daisy trailed right behind him rattling off missed calls and meeting reminders.
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