Horned God rising (Otherkind Kink: Horned Gods Book 3)

by Stella Inox

  She looked up; face bland but as soon as she caught his eyes, she snorted in laughter. They couldn’t help themselves. They burst out together. The situation was so ludicrous that it felt good to let the hilarity free. It took them long minutes to finally stop laughing or giggling and both avoided the others eyes for fear of setting one another off again.

  He focused on the table, pushing platters at her and she helped herself to rich fruits and berries, nodding her thanks as he cut her slices of the heavy and delicious nut bread. She wolfed it all down hungrily, between cautious sips of the exotic fruit cordial. The liquor slowly relaxed her as it spread warm fingers throughout her body.

  Finally sated and comfortable, she was letting herself sag back comfortably in the chair, but abruptly jerked forward with a muffled cry of pain as the vicious bruise left by the Green Man made contact with the wood. Cernunnos, who’d been delicately picking at a handful of berries rose swiftly to his feet, discarding his snack.

  “I should have taken care of that earlier” he murmured, angry at himself.

  He picked up her entire chair without effort and turned it to face him before grasping her wrists in a firm grip and lifting her gently upright. As she stood, he took her hips in his hands and turned her so that her back faced him. He dipped, grabbing the tail of the shirt which hit her just above the knees and slowly drew it up.

  Ryannon was frozen with indecision. He intended to heal her but she wasn’t wearing anything under the shirt. Her undergarments hadn’t been as filthy as her combat clothing but running for five or six hours and a sustained battle hadn’t left them clean either and so she had hand washed them, leaving them to dry in the bathroom, intending to put them on when they dried out.

  She heard his breath catch as he raised the shirt enough to reveal her naked buttocks. His hesitation and quickened breathing made her feel powerful, so she didn’t protest when he resumed raising the soft cloth. Gentle fingers traced the badly mottled flesh and she flinched slightly, releasing a hard and uneven breath as he pressed a hot palm to the big patch above her left buttock. He slid his other hand over her right hip and around to cup her belly, just above her navel and pulled her into the warmth of his body.

  It was obvious that he appreciated her nudity. He was hard, pressed into her buttock, his body eager to explore hers. Cernunnos ran his hand upwards from her belly, between her taut breasts until he cupped her jaw. He turned her face to the side, baring her throat and pressed moist hungry lips to the revealed skin. As he made contact, power ripped through her in a wave. It centered on the worst injury on her back but she could feel tendrils reaching the small hurts in her knee and on her hands. A trickle ran down her clavicle and she caught it with power drunk trembling fingers. They were stained with crimson.

  His potency was like a green flood, masculine and pure. As it swept over her in a wave, her body came to blazing life and she jerked as her nipples hardened and desire ignited deep in her belly. Her knees weakened and she undulated against him, seeking more contact, urging him to continue. She grabbed his hand where it still held her jaw and deliberately slid it back over her breasts until he cupped her belly. She urged it on until his spread fingers brushed her mound through the clean linen.

  “Easy” he whispered, sounding shaken. “Power can take you like that. Give it a moment and it will fade.”

  Chapter Nine

  She was beautiful enough to leave him in pain. His shaft was stiff enough to have to bend painfully against the tight encasing leather of his breeches. He was so swollen that he could feel his heartbeat throb in the stiff flesh. His lungs worked like bellows as he sought to swallow the flood of desire that touching her naked softness had roused.

  He swallowed hard, tasting a droplet of the blood he’d shed to heal her injuries. The small cut would heal in moments.

  He was viciously hungry, and not content with simply touching to heal, but he wouldn’t force or coerce her while she was drunk with his power as it coursed through her body, healing and invigorating. Still, it was hellishly difficult. She held his hand and was trying to impel him to touch her between the legs. He could feel the soft curls brushing his fingertips beneath the concealing cloth and never had he had such a desire to rend cloth from soft skin. He resisted her attempts all the while cursing his honorable nature. Another would have taken advantage.

  “Easy” he tried again as she ground back against his caged flesh. The pressure of her buttocks against his shaft made him want to curse and throw her to the floor to sink his hard cock inside her tight channel until they lost themselves in the heated pleasure of raw sex. But the power rush would be fading now and if he took her, he wanted it to be completely consensual.

  She slowed her frantic rubbing and was settling and stilling against him. She rested her head back against his chest and the Forest Lord could see the whole length of her front. He groaned internally as he was gifted with the sight of her nipple points pressing eagerly against the white fabric. His fingers still lingered just on the edge of her sex above the shirt and his hand spasmed as he reacted to the erotic sight. The involuntary clenching brushed the top of her slit and Cernunnos waited for the rejection he was so sure was coming.

  He was genuinely astonished when she placed her hand firmly over his and slid it down further so that he cupped her mound, forcing the fabric to give, sinking in between her thighs so that he could feel the wet warmth on his palm. He clenched his jaw as him cock throbbed, reacting to the handful.

  He tangled his other hand in her hair and tugged her head back until he could see her eyes. Her gaze drifted dreamily to the smear of blood that stained his bowed lower lip but returned to his eyes.

  “I am strong willed but not endlessly so. You tempt me beyond all sanity. If you don’t wish to finish beneath me, my flesh inside yours than it would be best to step away now.”

  Her sapphire blue eyes were fixed on his intently, dilated with lust but not with power. Rather than push him away as he expected, since she was once again in her right mind, she instead rubbed herself hungrily against his palm. This time his growl wasn’t internal.

  He pulled his hand away from where it cupped her and she protested with a little mewl. He caught the small sound with his mouth as his head shot down to devour the parted lips. His hand wasn’t leaving her though. It caught handfuls of the loose material and lifted, giving him access to her body without the shielding cloth. She kissed him, tongue darting like quicksilver to flick at his own and he nearly staggered at the wave of howling desire that kindled between them.

  He dipped hungrily between her thighs to tangle his eager fingers in the curls that guarded her womanhood. She was drenched, wet, her desire dampening his fingers. He delicately traced around the bud that was the seat of her pleasure and wanted to hiss when she rode his hand, seeking completion.

  He might be honorable but he wasn’t an imbecile to turn down something he desired so much.

  He tore himself away and turned her with desperate hands until she faced him. He picked the lithe form up, wrapping her legs around his hips and holding her steady with one hand beneath her buttocks. Cernunnos stepped closer to the table kicking the chair aside before using his free hand to sweep the surface clear.

  Empty pottery crashed to floor in shower of discarded food stuffs.

  He lifted her easily to the table and pressed himself closer, shoving between her spread legs. Her musk rose to surround them and he growled again, starving for a taste. Sliding his hands up her thighs he caught the cloth of the shirt and tugged until she raised her arms and he was able to whisk it over her head leaving her as naked as a jaybird.

  She was beautiful. She was curvy and sweetly fleshed with a flat belly and perfectly rounded breasts. Her skin was exquisitely pale, making the white blond curls seem like flashing moon light. Never had he wanted a woman more than he wanted this one.

  Placing a hand between her breasts, he pushed with a firm touch until she lay supine upon the table. Cernunnos had eaten at thi
s setting for eons but this was the finest feast ever laid before him. He ran shaking hands up her legs and her thighs parted effortlessly for him revealing her damply pink folds.

  He used his thumbs to press apart the concealing flesh to expose the swollen pink bud that would drive her up until he was ready to bring her down.

  Her breasts tempted him but he convinced himself that could always come back to them.

  Without further hesitation he dove in, burying his face between her thighs. Cernunnos tongued her, his mouth hot and demanding, as he pressed firmly against the sweet and giving flesh. He rolled his eyes upwards to ensure that she would take no harm from his antlers but the rack swept backwards, unlike Herne’s, and she was in no danger. Her head was thrown back, her arms over her head, fingers clutching at the polished wood as she undulated beneath the heat of his mouth.

  He plunged in, voracious for her pleasure.

  ~

  Cernunnos’ s hot mouth ate at her. It was enough to drive her insane.

  Ryannon panted mindlessly, raising her hips as he thrust his tongue into her channel. He devoured her like a wild thing using his tongue and lips to drive her to madness. His fingers were sunk in the soft flesh of her buttocks ensuring that she was held steady for his delectation.

  She cried out and rocked against his mouth as he forced her higher with long licks and quick laps before sucking on her bud. As she rose to the precipice she reached down both hands and grasped at the antlers that bobbed and weaved over her navel, seeking to anchor herself to this plane. Uncaring when the razor tines cut into her flesh, she pitched up and down heedless of the blood that rained down staining them both.

  He drove two blunt fingers into her channel, stretching her needy flesh and she squealed, so close to orgasm that she spasmed. He drove his fingers deep, once, twice and she shattered on a scream, the paroxysm intense enough to arch her back as he sucked on her clitoris.

  She was deaf and blind to everything for long seconds as she convulsed. When she regained some cognizance and enough sight to focus on him, he was throwing his shirt aside, baring a ripped chest and abdomen to her hungry gaze.

  He was perfect, an etched six pack and flat muscled belly that was hairless except for a fine line of fuzz that started below his belly button and vanished into his breeches which were even now being torn apart by his frantic fingers. He pulled the leather down enough to free his erection which sprang up, long enough to reach his belly button. It was hard and thick, as round as her wrist.

  Ryannon’s belly spasmed again in hunger and she eagerly wrapped her legs around his back, locking her ankles as he stepped nearer, raising her hips so that he might bury himself more deeply. He took the head of his shaft and fed the first inch between her nether lips, stretching the tight channel. It would be a snug fit, but worth it for the both of them.

  He pressed forward and Ryannon whined, low and needy in her throat as he made his invasion. He pulled back and pressed in, going deeper and then deeper still with another surge of his hips.

  He started a slow rhythmic movement, pressing in and pulling back, going deeper an inch at a time with each surge until he impaled her completely, their pelvises touching and breath heated and heaving between them. She clenched around him, a lush spasm that made him groan low in his throat. He gave her a moment to get used to his size before he withdrew from her clinging flesh to plunge back in again to the hilt. He bracketed her head with his forearms, caging her with his body and thrust again, back arching as he settled into a smooth cadence.

  She wanted him so much. She spread her fingers wide on his shoulders unknowingly coating him in the blood that still dripped from her cuts.

  His hips swung freely, feet spread wide to ensure that he was at the right height to feed her everything he had to give. She had relaxed and her desire was luscious and wet making his movements easier.

  She tipped her hips taking everything and he sped up understanding what she needed wordlessly, the muscles in his back going tight, lightning shooting through his spine. He looked down, seeing where they were joined and pistoned faster, driving her higher with his rhythmic dance.

  He kissed her desperately and then dragged his lips away to suck and scrape at her nipples, lapping and nipping before he returned to her mouth for a hotly wet devouring kiss. All the while his hips slapped hers, his hard shaft speared into her tight channel, forcing them both into ecstatic madness. He cupped her head, making her to look into his eyes as he pounded into her body, and the raw and urgent intimacy of her crystal blue gaze was shattering.

  She shook as she trembled on the edge of another titanic release, and he seemed to sense it, tightening his movements into short sharp deep thrusts that swiftly took her over the edge. As she fell with a scream, he went rigid as her body locked possessively on his. Ryannon heard him grunt and his fingers bit into her shoulders as he shook, caught between his own release and the squeezing pleasure of hers. He stroked again, shaking as his body convulsed, spewing its hot seed against her womb.

  As Cernunnos came, pulsing deep inside her, enchantment kicked over her in a torrential wave and she was swept away in a power slide of pleasure and pain.

  ~

  Cernunnos cursed painfully as his power flared, pouring into the space around them.

  He cupped Ryannon by the back of the neck and lifted her head. She was unconscious although her body still clenched and released around him in the aftermath of a release.

  He looked down and spotted the blood from her cut hands that coated both of them liberally and cursed anew. They were bound by blood and seed. He had meant to give her a choice and some understanding before she had to make the decision but it was too late now. Had his lust destroyed everything?

  Even as the grim thought crossed his mind, the tiara flashed to life with a heartbreaking power that mimicked his own. He watched breathlessly with pained yearning. It was long moments before he had his answer. A dawning joy swept him as the false shape of the circlet melted away, gaining its true form, becoming something that offered hope. The newly joined power licked out to touch him and his body reacted to the feminine command, ejaculating again. He moved slowly, muscles rippling, moaning wordlessly until the spasms slowed and stopped.

  The glorious power twined with his and he laughed wildly. The pieces were falling into place, and his risky and drastic plan was coming together. He’d known that they would be good together, but this magnificence was breath taking. His reckless gamble on a half breed sprite might well be the saving of them all.

  Chapter Ten

  Ryannon was confused. Her body was still wracked by lingering pleasure from the Cernunnos’ touch but she was no longer lost in his embrace.

  She was in a dark, shadowed place that was deep but somehow comforting. She was naked but not cold. She stood upon something but couldn’t make out any floors or walls. Just a misty sort of nothingness.

  “Hello?” she called out.

  “Hello” responded a quiet and familiar voice from behind her.

  Ryannon spun around in shock. She came face to face with herself. She looked between herself and the facsimile that stood before her. They were both naked and each looked the other over curiously.

  It was a copy of her, a doppelganger but it was so much more. The eyes of the other Ryannon shifted hue constantly, cycling between the gemstone colors that made up the tiara and the air hummed with suppressed power.

  ‘You’re the tiara” said the half breed sprite, dumbfounded. “Why do you look like me?”

  “I am you” corrected the tiara meticulously, “Without you I have no form. I am merely a force or presence. I am what you will be when the transformation is complete.”

  “What are you?”

  “I am the fertility and life of the forest. Now that we have reached this point, you comprehend more.”

  “I thought Cernunnos made you?! How could he make you?”

  “He didn’t make me. No one made or created me. I have been here far longer than
any living creature, and will remain long after all are dead and gone. But he found the broken remnants of that which this power embodies, lost and alone. He gave me a tangible form. The other half, the masculine to this feminine has been lost for eons, twisted within one who was not worthy. But what was lost has been found and what was broken might be repaired if you accept what I represent completely.”

  “What will happen to you?”

  “We will become one.”

  “No, I mean this you. The one I’m talking too. Will we continue to be able to talk or will you or I vanish?”

  The facsimile cocked her head and Ryannon was disconcerted at the perfect mimicry of her usual gestures and behaviors.

  “We have never truly spoken” said the tiara slowly. “Your half human brain has the ability to make sense of chaos. It was your mind that gave me the form and the voice so that you could better understand what was happening and interact with my energy given our differences. You still need the safeguard since you continue to manifest me. You have the ability to adapt to change much faster than those with purer blood.”

  “So… effectively, I’m talking to myself.”

  “Effectively…? Yes. But it is a clever way to avoid the madness that would have come with such a presence.”

  Ryannon was going cross eyed trying to follow. The voice in her mind had never been the circlet. Apparently the circlet was an elemental power given form before it was offered to her. It had no voice or mind but the chaos had been too much for her half human brain to absorb and so her mind had compensated by creating a virtual avatar for the power that resided within but apart from her.

  “That’s what you meant when you said that you’d cease to exist in any capacity if I didn’t accept you. If I denied your image, you wouldn’t be in my head, which means that you wouldn’t have form. But how can we have such conversations?”

  “The mind is a malleable thing. The presence and need drove you to adjust. When you needed information to prevail over the broken Green Man, you figured out a way to tap into the racial memories of the forest and understand the flow of information.