Last Knight of Jarna
Rain, a she-wolf, was seduced by three brothers, werewolves of Clear Water village—Zurk, Arran, and Rander. She had been chosen by Colcu, the alpha, for mating. Colcu discovers that she gave herself to the lesser wolves and, in a fit of rage, he sentences her to death.
Colcu chases her through the Daribu Forest, but one human knight from Jarna, Thane Ragnirak, stumbles upon the two wolves fighting in the forest. Thane dispatches the larger wolf, Colcu, and saves Rain, unaware that she is a werewolf.
Thane has lost all that he cares for in a surprise invasion from the barbarian hoard, and he is now the sole survivor—the last knight.
Soon the heat begins to build between the she-wolf and the human while lost in the forest, searching for the road to Jarna. His plans to warn the kingdom of the impending invasion are put on hold as he discovers the pleasures of the she-wolf.
Genre: Historical, Paranormal, Vampires/Werewolves
Length: 33,506 words
LAST KNIGHT OF JARNA
Alexis Martin
EROTIC ROMANCE
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LAST KNIGHT OF JARNA
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LAST KNIGHT OF JARNA
ALEXIS MARTIN
Copyright © 2011
Chapter 1
Thane Ragnirak urged his grand stallion, Wind Song, to the crest of the hill. Eighteen hands high, its muscled flanks heaved, and its steel-dust coat was well-lathered. He ran the beast at a crippling pace for the last three miles, but Wind Song was up to the challenge.
Five hundred barbarians had swept down from the north. The battle that ensued was ferocious, nothing short of utter chaos. Many good warriors died—his comrades, his soldiers. The Eagle Riders, only thirty cavalry, had held their own against the half-naked barbarian horde, even pushing them back several times until the final charge. Both sides fought without a fear of death until the bitter end.
Removing his red-plumed iron helmet, he slung it down the hill and brushed the long, dark hair out of his blood-flecked face. He scanned the back trails in a fleeting hope that someone else survived.
He was the only one, the last knight, the Eagle Riders’ sole survivor.
Dismounting, he tethered his mount to an elm sapling then shared his canteen with Wind Song and removed the animal’s barding and saddle. After driving his blood-drenched sword into the soft soil, a cooling breeze helped evaporate the sweat that beaded above his brow. Unbuckling his dented breastplate, he then lifted it over his shoulders and let it fall to the ground. Why was he allowed to live? Why did the Gods choose to spare him? He stretched out in a patch of soft grass playing over again the last events of the battle in his mind.
He and Yolandis Kahn were the only two that remained. Back-to-back, at least a hundred barbarians surrounded them and came at them two at a time. One warrior against another in fair combat—at least they showed some civility. Thane assumed they pitted the weaker ones against them first because they fell quickly. Gradually it had become more difficult, the fighters better prepared.
Yolandis Kahn, exhausted, was bested only after the tenth wave of challengers. He had been bludgeoned over the skull with a spiked club, the death had been instantaneous. That was Kahn’s only reprieve. His own arms no longer able to heft the weight of his two-handed sword, he stabbed the earth and went to his knees waiting for a death strike that would surely come. At least two hundred of the barbarians and twenty-nine of his comrades lay in mangled heaps on the battleground. The grass was red with slick blood, and the moans of the dying echoed eerily across the field.
Thane Ragnirak was ready to greet his friends in Valhalla. In a way it was the only logical conclusion in his mind, a fitting end to die a warrior’s death.
Then an old man with long, silver-streaked hair ambled forward, pushing himself through the throng of savages, his frail body painted in a patchwork of white dye and blue ochre. He collected Yolandis Kahn’s sword and held it high in the air, chanting in their native tongue. Just when he believed he would be transcended into the afterlife, the barbarian elder laid Kahn’s sword before him and said, “You are the last warrior. Go in peace.”
The old man simply turned on his heels and strode away with the rest of his barbarian clan following.
Thane was now at a crossroads. He could continue traveling the narrow path to Jarna, which would take three weeks, or he could cut south toward the Daribu Forest. The southern route would gain him five to seven days, but the forest was not without its mysteries, many believing that it was enchant
ed. For that reason the Daribu was rarely, if ever, traveled.
Lord Fenton Goran had to be warned of the coming invasion so the men-at-arms could be summoned for war. Opting for the swifter route, he cantered Wind Song to the south. All the rumors and folklore surrounding the forest were meaningless banter among the drunkards in the taverns. He did not believe any of it—bears, wolves, and the occasional bobcat were his only concern in the wilds. Keep to the main trails, follow the sun and the great star at night, and he would be fine, he thought.
Chapter 2
She padded along the forest floor taking in the earthly scents of pine, honeysuckle, and lemongrass. All the delectable aromas tantalized her flared nostrils, but there was no time to stop and enjoy the wildflowers. Cutting right, she leapt the moss-covered stump of an oak that had been felled by a strong storm many moons ago.
Sprinting across the meadow under the silver light of a full moon, the three brothers raced to catch the nimble little wolf. Rander, Zurk, and Arran sprinted after the she-wolf, heads down and committed.
Rain had known the three brothers since she was a pup. They were her best friends, confidants, and protectors within the pack. Often they would run for miles on nights like these—playing, exploring, hunting, but tonight the brothers seemed more aggressive than usual. The she-wolf did not realize it, but she had been running with her tail at an angle that would be considered flirtatious, by keeping it held high and waving it slowly from side to side.
Rain turned to see her pursuers shift in the moonlight, their muscled forms glistening with sweat. It was quite common to see them nude after a run, and yet, every time she saw them in all their beauty, it sent warmth down her spine to radiate through her entire body.
The pure white she-wolf slowed and trotted back to the brothers and shifted, her supple flesh beaded with rivulets of perspiration.
“Why have we stopped?” she asked conversationally. “The den and our clothes are another four miles away.”
The three brothers said nothing and only gazed at her with a feral look in their glowing eyes—the primal look of wanting, lust-filled and needy.
Rain shuffled back several steps, suddenly alarmed, aware of what they wanted—what they desired. Conscious of her own nakedness, she tried to conceal her most private areas as the brothers closed in around her.
They grew up together, even suckled from the same den mother a few times as cubs, but now it was clear they wanted something more than friendship. She did have her own secret fantasies involving Rander, Arran, and Zurk that often came to her in wild, vivid dreams. Sometimes her fantasies involved just one or all three of them together taking her how they wanted, using their bodies against her. However, it was only a dream, and she never believed they would want her in the real world.
All of them were sinfully handsome, young, and strong with easygoing demeanors. Zurk, with his long blonde hair and blue eyes, contrasted sharply with Arran, who had short curly hair and dark, all-knowing eyes. Rander was the thickest of the three, with a full mane of strawberry-blond hair and bright emerald-green orbs. At first glance, it would be impossible to guess they were related at all until you bore witness to their predatory behaviors, and protective natures, with her.
Last spring, when Rain matured for breeding, the alpha wolf, Colcu, had put claim to her. She was to be his alone for mating, and in a few short weeks she was going to be his servant until death or until another alpha male came along. No one could ever defeat Colcu, for he was stronger than two bears and wiser than the elders.
What the three brothers intended to do with her was a violation of the sacred pack laws and punishable by death. Even though she wanted to taste their pleasures—to be loved by her closet companions—she knew it was wrong to break pack law.
Zurk grabbed her right arm, keeping her from retreating, his lust-filled eyes drinking in her beauty. “We would never dream of harming you, Rain—our dove,” he said persuasively. “We only want to love you.”
Rander gripped her other arm. “Your scent is irresistible, sweet Rain. We want to share you—show our love for you.”
Slack-jawed and wide-eyed, she felt Arran’s hands encircling her waist. “I am going to taste you, Rain,” he said, his voice sure and unwavering.
Scared and excited at the same time, she watched as Arran dropped to his knees. She felt the hot breaths against her hairless mound, brushing over her sensitive folds, and she shut her eyes tightly. She had secretly fantasized about this moment with the brothers for several years. Now that it was upon her, she was frozen in place, petrified and trembling.
“Do not be afraid, sweetness,” Zurk cooed in her ear, soothingly.
“Colcu has put claim to me,” she managed to squeak out. “He would have us all sacrificed for this.”
“No worries,” Rander said while kissing the nape of her neck, Zurk concentrating on the other side. “No one will discover us. Only we will know.”
“You are safe with us,” Zurk promised.
Rain lost her breath with all six hands upon her petite body, caressing and fondling her lightly and lovingly. She held her breath completely when Arran captured her wet folds with his mouth, sucking them carefully. Rain’s head reeled back as his tongue delved deeper, penetrating her swollen pussy, the underside of his nose teasing her clit, causing it to harden.
Zurk and Rander kept her from falling as their light kisses trailed from her neck, shoulders, and down to her small, perky breasts. Each mouth laving at her raised nipples, laving each one until they felt like small pebbles.
She grunted and panted a response, her breaths quickening with every flip of the tongue inside her and out. Why did she feel so weak and powerless? She did not want the brothers harmed and tried to find the will—the composure—to shift and run away. But all thoughts of fleeing escaped her as the brothers reverently worked her body, squeezing, licking, caressing, and holding her in place. As Arran’s tongue savagely worked inside her, she knew that she would submit to them completely—all of them.
Arran shifted positions to allow Zurk to taste her inner essence. Arran claimed her mouth as Zurk feasted, greedily lapping up Rain’s moisture.
Arran’s scorching kisses were controlled but dominant. Nudging her mouth open to find her tongue, he captured hers to claim the silent victory.
Overwhelmed with sensation and emotion, a lone tear streaked down Rain’s cheek tasting the saltiness of Arran’s kiss and the muskiness of her own arousal on his lips. She opened wider for Arran, allowing his tongue to slide against hers in a fight for control.
Rander licked her lone tear away. “Are we hurting you?” he asked with concern.
“No!” she cried out. “I...I just...”
Arran and Rander laid her down in the soft grass before she could finish her thought. Zurk continued to lick and tug at her heated and slick folds. Once on her back, her legs wrapped around Zurk’s head, and her hips arched into every lash of his sinful tongue. Rander’s left hand raked down the side of her body, mapping the curves of her nakedness, to slowly cup her clit and to spread her further apart for Zurk.
Completely at their mercy, she fisted the back of Arran and Rander’s long hair as they took turns kissing her, greedily fighting for her soft lips.
“You taste like the nectar of the heavens,” Zurk commented while slipping his tongue further into her, swirling it toward her core, lapping at her over and over again.
Rander joined his brother, tasting Rain. Zurk suckled her clit, causing it to swell and harden as Rander plunged into her with a single finger sipping the juices that spilled from her sex.
On the verge of a resounding orgasm, Rain’s teeth latched onto Arran’s shoulder, Zurk and Rander still lapping her, she bit down sharply. Arran howled and Rain tasted the richness of his blood. Her eyes rolled to the back of her skull as the brothers brought her to a riveting climax that made every cell of her writhing body shudder.
She felt the tight contractions fluttering around Rander’s finger,
pinching him tightly. Their cocks throbbed against her stomach, and she knew all of them were going to take her. Zurk spread her thighs apart with his knees and rested his swollen head at her drenched entrance.
Still rattled from the first wave of pleasure, she offered no resistance as Zurk sank into her warmth. She arched against the initial pain of being filled, but the sensation was exquisite.
He thrust easily at first, stretching her inner walls gently, the tightness constricting his cock. Rain could not contain a whimper as he forced himself deeper through her virgin folds.
Arran and Rander trailed kisses along her stomach, and she smelled the musky scent of her own arousal as Zurk penetrated her fully. Each brother claimed one of her small breasts and captured the raised nubs, laving at her puffy areolas. They teased and played, taking her tiny breasts into their open mouths until she released a primal scream.
“Ohhh, night goddess,” she howled, the animalistic voice being drawn from her depths. The strength and desire of the pack males had overwhelmed Rain, and she could do nothing except delight in their touches—give in to their neediness.
Zurk continued to gently stroke the small woman, his swollen cock thoroughly coated with her inner essence. Then suddenly he flipped her over so she was on top of him. Digging his calloused fingers into her outer thighs, he easily lifted Rain up and down on his shaft.
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