Last Knight of Jarna (Siren Publishing Allure)

by Alexis Martin

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  The warrior knight caught everything that spilled from her, lapping at her faerie essence as if he were dying for thirst. Her inner walls seized his tongue, held it captive, and she bellowed discordantly, her red hair lashing back and forth like a turbulent sea.

  He held Olesia’s swollen pussy lips in his mouth as he bucked savagely into the other woman. Two more punishing strokes into her heat and he erupted inside the winged woman. He felt the vibrations of her release along his shaft, sucking him in further, keeping him planted. Her wings spread fully and her head craned back. Her fangs extended longer than ever before, and there was a weird sparkle in her eyes.

  Velika lost all use of her legs and plopped down beside the giant, after she slowly eased the spent cock from her womb. Olesia settled on the other side, both still basking in the glory of their orgasms.

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  “I think we should keep this one forever,” said Olesia.

  Velika agreed. In all of her days there had never been a man quite like this. He was incredibly built, the strongest specimen she found to date. He was definitely a keeper and quite possibly worth turning into a Koltoi. “We feed only sparingly tonight. We will make him one of us very soon.”

  “Did you say feed?” he asked in a heaving breath.

  “Yes,” Olesia answered plainly.

  “And in a few days,” Velika put in, “you will receive the greatest gift we have to offer.”

  “And that is?” he asked doubtfully.

  “Everlasting life,” she replied, “Eternal youth and beauty. You will be one of us forever. You will become the most powerful being that ever walked the Earth.”

  “Become a bloodsucker? No thanks.”

  “You have no choice in the matter. It is our decision to make. Don’t worry—I promise you will grow to love your new life. There is great power in it and countless joys to be experienced. Olesia and I will see to that.”

  After Velika spoke the words, she sank her fangs deep into Thane’s neck. Olesia latched onto the other side of his throat. They drank him in, pursing their lips against his flesh to make the seal for easy blood flow. Each of them kept him calm by rubbing his chest lightly and by caressing his cheeks with the tips of their fingers as they drank. They knew how to sedate a man with loving touches as they fed. It was a trait they both learned early in life.

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  To Thane’s surprise it was not an unpleasant experience. He felt his flesh heat like a lit torch, but a sense of euphoria filtered through him, preventing him from any and all resistance. It made no sense. If he were untied right now, he would probably be holding them both to his neck. It was as if he wanted them to drink of his blood. How could it be?

  He felt their hands upon his throbbing shaft that was still slick from Velika’s arousal, stroking him reverently, up and down. His body was in a state of utter relaxation, and there was no way of moving. The more they drank and played with his cock, the more he wanted them to. It was not unlike the most addicting sensation known to man. But he was tired and his eyes closed.

  Just before he lost consciousness he felt the result of their sinful fingers spill over his stomach as his cock convulsed one last time.

  “I think he is out cold,” Olesia commented.

  “Yea, we may have fed too much,” Velika agreed.

  “I couldn’t help myself. His blood was divine—every sip was nearly as delectable as an orgasm.”

  “No worries, my dove,” Velika assured her. “This will only set us back a few days. When he is strong enough to survive the transformation, I will begin the process. I think we should keep this one forever.”

  “Absolutely,” Olesia agreed with a warm smile.

  Velika then ran one of her slim fingers through the thick porridge that settled on Thane’s stomach. “Have you ever tasted the seed of a man?”

  Olesia shook her head. “Not yet.”

  Velika extended her hand toward her partner and held her wet finger an inch from Olesia’s plump lips. “What do you think?”

  Olesia closed her lips around Velika’s index finger and took it all the way into her mouth. In one lick, she cleaned Velika’s finger. “Mmmm...” she moaned, truly surprised at the bold flavor. It was all man and delightfully heady. “Almost as good as his blood. I could see myself drinking both quite often.”

  Velika rose from the bed and stepped toward the door. “Clean him. I will return.”

  “Where are you going in such a hurry?”

  “To find some food. He is still human and will require a meal when he wakes.”

  Olesia watched Velika take to flight. She had always been much more graceful at flying than she was. It was one of Velika’s many talents. After sponging off the mess they made on Thane, Olesia lay against the giant and closed her eyes, excited about the days to come.

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  Rain’s mind had completely spiraled out of control. Her regret for leaving the big man was slowly consuming all of her waking thoughts. He had saved her from certain death and nursed her back to health. Utterly confused and desperate, she sat with her back against the base of a wide oak trying to make sense of the puzzle that Thane made of her brain.

  Deep down she knew that Thane would leave her when they reached Jarna, and she would lose him. Her heart couldn’t take anymore disappointments. Rain thought it best to sever all ties from the man before she became too attached. She could not afford to have these feelings for a human.

  It would never work!

  Trying to steel her emotions, she shifted and ran all-out at full speed. Rain, don’t be a fool. How can you love this human already? He probably doesn’t even share the same sentiment. You weren’t even able to properly satisfy him when he wanted you. Foolish, stupid Rain.

  But why did her heart seem hollow now, like an empty vessel with no meaning—no purpose? After shifting back into human form she cleared away the tears and made a final decision. She would go back, find Thane, and see him to Jarna. There was no debating it now—she loved the warrior, the man that saved her life. Even if he left her, she owed him a chance to reach his destination.

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  Arran and Rander led the five other wolves deeper into the Daribu Forest. Having just fed, they were all moving much slower in the splotches of sun that flitted through the trees. Arran saw that Rander’s physical wounds had healed rather quickly, but his mental scars would take time. Rander was good at holding grudges, and the loss to Zurk would be etched into his one-sided mind until he had retribution.

  They continued until nightfall then found a sheltered hollow surrounded by bushy evergreens to nap for a few hours.

  “I don’t trust this whole situation,” Rander commented in a low tone.

  Arran opened his eyes and shot his brother an annoyed look. “You have to get over the fact that Zurk is our leader now. We must do what he commands. It is his right according to ancient law.”

  “Bullshit!”

  “Why must you make everything so difficult, brother?”

  “I am a complicated wolf,” he replied ruefully.

  “We find Rain and bring her back—simple.”

  “If she still lives. I never trusted Yolta or his so-called visions. Bringing Rain home will be a good thing, of this I am certain—she belongs with us. It is the human that supposedly killed Colcu that worries me. Yolta or Zurk is keeping something secret.”

  “It was explained to me that this human is holding Rain hostage and is a threat to our pack—our way of life. He must be destroyed, Rander. Can I count on you when the time comes?”

  “I will be ready,” Rander confirmed.

  The most difficult part of this whole journey was having to say good-bye to Toria. Arran already missed her dearly—the warmth of her touch, the firmness of her solid body beneath them as they made love. He would complete this one task for Zurk, and then he would never again leave Toria’s side—not for anything.

  For an instant a familiar scent caught his a
ttention, then, quickly as it came, it faded into nothing. Everything was beginning to remind him of Toria now—even a passing scent that smelled like her natural fragrance.

  Shutting his eyes, he sought sleep knowing that tomorrow would be another long day of fast traveling.

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  Toria stayed downwind from the hunting pack, remaining in the shadows of the forest. There was no way she was going to stay home while Arran was going to put himself in harm’s way. She would follow the pack and watch Arran’s every move. At the first sign of trouble she would be there for him. She would not hesitate to lay down her own life to protect the wolf she loved.

  She had seen Arran’s head rise as if scenting the air and decided to back away a few more yards. She did not want them alerted to her presence. Arran would probably be extremely angry with her for doing this, but she didn’t care. She was stronger than most of these male wolves and could hold her own in a scuffle. Arran may be in need of her, and she would be there for him.

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  When Thane woke, he was already seated at a table with a fine meal of wine and rich meat in front of him. With a brief moment of clarity he thought everything had only been a vivid dream, a wonderfully odd dream at that.

  Then he tried to move and realized that he was confined in a strange contraption. There was taut rope around his neck with bindings at the wrists and ankles. Anytime he tried to move freely, his airway was constricted. He was forced to move slowly and methodically to keep from being choked. The mechanism for this hobbling device was attached to his back, and there was no way to reach it.

  He ate his hearty meal alone, and in silence, the nutrients giving him back the strength he had lost and replenished his body. Refreshed and invigorated, he stood, feeling a slight tug around his neck. Trying to raise his hands to counter the rope only applied more pressure against his throat. There was no chance of freeing himself from the sinister device.

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  Olesia moved into the room like a wraith, unseen and unheard. She watched the naked giant struggle against the ropes for a while then suddenly chuckled malevolently. “Are you trying to escape us, warrior? Have we not treated you kindly enough?”

  “The hospitality has been impeccable,” he huffed sarcastically. “You got what you wanted—it is time to release me or by the Gods I will...”

  “You will what?” she asked, pursing her plump lips. “Choke yourself to death or expel your seed inside Velika again?”

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  With great effort he moved across the wood floor and stared down at her catlike eyes. Only inches away from her pretty face, he clenched her arms and shoved her against the wall. The swift action nearly choked him out, and he was forced to release the winged woman.

  “Are you trying to kill yourself, Thane? We have the ropes in place for a reason, but soon you will be one of us.” She moved the palms of her hands down his wide chest, playfully fingering his nipples.

  Thane wanted to crush the manipulative vampire, but she looked up at him so innocently, fluttering her long eyelashes. He was certain it was a spell, some sort of magic the winged devils gave off that prevented him from thinking rationally.

  His cock reacted as her fingers dipped to the hairs between his thighs. Untying her loincloth and letting it fall, she spun and jammed her ass against the swell of his cock and took hold of the wall with two hands. She tilted her ass against the treelike growth and brushed her ass cheeks against him, up and down, sighing each time.

  He was insanely hard already, and he felt the heat emanating from under her ass. She spread her legs wide and arched against the head of his cock. “Make love to me like Velika.”She groaned. “I want to feel your strength, warrior.” She reached back and held his shaft against her wetted folds.

  Strange, he thought, how he was so susceptible to their commands and their manipulations.

  He felt her slick heat and pushed himself through her welcoming sheath. She bucked at first and yelped as he entered her warmth. She reared back as he forced himself deeper. “I want it all.”She moaned. “Give me your seed.”

  He tried moving his hands down to encircle her waist, but the rope around his throat prevented him. The only thing that he could do effectively was swing his hips into Olesia, and so he did, again and again, ignoring her whimpers and cries. His muscles flexed with every crash against her writing body.

  What he could do to this woman if only his neck and hands were free.

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  It had taken Rain two whole days to reach this area of the wilds, but her sensitive nose led her to this ancient part of the forest. Thane’s scent was strongest here. Glancing upward, she saw two precarious structures hidden in the boughs of massive trees, tall trees that stood over one hundred feet in height. She always had somewhat of a sixth sense, and she was certain Thane was up there—her Thane. Shifting into human form, she followed a narrow coil of stairs that seemingly lead all the way to the top. The stairs were molded into the side of the tree as if they had been formed or crafted by master carpenters over many, many years.

  Something, though, was not right. She could feel it in her chest and smell it in the air that swirled around her. A gentle rasping of wings, like a large bird in flight, became more profound as she skipped up the stairs two at a time. Ignoring the sound, she pushed on, making it to the first tree house structure. She peeked inside through several tall windows and saw candles burning, but no one was present. Then she rose on her tiptoes hearing the faint sounds of a woman panting and a man grunting. Both seemed to be breathing heavily.

  Tiptoeing to the far window, she saw a horrific sight. Her man, the man she loved, was mercilessly pounding himself into the backside of a winged creature. His hard thrusts were causing the large-breasted bitch to slam against the wall. In shock, she stood silently just watching the length of his shiny cock penetrate the redheaded slut.

  Her first instinct was to shield her eyes and run, then an unearthly anger caused her body to shiver. That son of a whore would probably stick his cock into anything that walked on two legs and had a set of tits.

  After the initial flash of fury in her belly had subsided, it was quickly replaced by jealousy and disappointment. She was ready to turn and leave Thane forever until she looked closely at the winged woman he was impaling.

  She had black slits for eyes, like a demon, and her teeth were growing into long, curved fangs. Casting her gaze back to Thane, she could make out the weird device that was strapped to his back, neck, wrists, and ankles. The deep puncture marks on the side of his throat caused her hands to tremble. The redheaded woman was Koltoi. She had never seen one until now and had counted her blessings for it.

  As a pup she had been told the Koltoi were the remnant, distant relatives of long forgotten Gods. She only knew that they were fearless hunters and possessed monumental strength. The Koltoi females could also enchant any male species with only the use of their eyes. Rain’s jealousy ebbed away into worry and desperation. Thane was in trouble, and he needed her. He was obviously under their enchantment, and they had used him for a meal at least once already.

  Think, Rain! What could I do against such a strong foe? Her train of thought was lost for a moment as Thane released inside that vile creature. She could tell that he climaxed by the way his muscles tensed and face contorted. The winged demon shrieked then dropped to the floor, obviously exhausted and very content. “Velika was right,” she purred. “You are the biggest one ever.”

  Okay, that did it. She was going in there to rip her throat out. Before she could shift and crash the Koltoi party, she heard something touch down lightly behind her. She spun on her heels to see the outstretched butterfly wings of another sinister Koltoi. Her wild eyes possessed a primal gleam, a quality that froze the she-wolf.

  “What do we have here?” the winged demon rattled, licking the side of one long fang. “Did you find what you were looking for, little wolf?” she asked. “Too shy to speak, pretty one? I bet we can chan
ge that.” The woman grabbed Rain’s shoulder and shoved her through the door.

  Once inside, Rain saw Thane on his back, his spent cock still oozing over the ass cheeks of the Koltoi woman that was on her stomach next to him. His eyes seemed to brighten when he saw her, yet she had an uncontrollable urge to stomp on his wide face for a brief moment. But then, she realized the situation and the anger quickly passed. Thane had become a living meal for the two succubi and some sort of sexual slave to appease their deranged appetites.

  A sharp crack against her skull sent her reeling into the far wall and into darkness.

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  Thane watched as Rain slowly gained consciousness. He was once again affixed to the bed with a pounding headache that would not lessen. Rain’s wrists were attached to ropes from the ceiling, her arms stretched to the limit above her head, the glory of her naked body in full view. She looked like an angel dangling from the ceiling with her long blonde hair falling to the front of her face. He wanted nothing more than to rip free of his restraints and run away with her.

  “Did the conversion work?” Olesia asked with excitement. “Is he one of us?”

  Velika sniffed Thane’s neck, her nostrils flaring wide. “Hard to tell these things. But there is one way of finding out.” She procured a small ruby-hilt dagger from an ornate chest atop the side table and walked to where their fresh catch was hanging.

  “What is your name, she-wolf?” Velika demanded.

  “Rain,” she coughed in a shallow voice.

  “Ahhh, I like that. Rain—there is something pure and innocent about that. A pretty name for such a delicate creature.” She ran the dull part of the blade across Rain’s cheek to push the hair from her eyes. “Gorgeous thing, aren’t you? It will almost be a shame to have our newest creation devour you.” Velika then pricked the skin of Rain’s forearm and allowed the blood to pool in her palm. She went to Thane’s side and raised her hand to his face.