by Tamsin Baker
“Please just come inside me. I need you.”
Gorvan stopped moving and just stayed where he was, inside her.
“And Para needs you. You can please us both.”
Naylaa looked across the belly and breasts before her and saw the wild look in Para’s eyes. Naylaa wanted to, how she wanted to, but she didn’t think she could.
Para smiled suddenly, “I’ll help.”
She pulled herself away from Naylaa’s hands and turned her body around.
“Lift up,” Para commanded.
Naylaa pushed up to her hands and Para slid beneath her. Para’s mons was again level with her mouth but Para’s mouth was now also level with Naylaa’s clit.
Gorvan groaned and she knew that Para was doing something for him too.
“Yes, suck them, please,” Gorvan moaned, softly rocking.
Para’s chin hit her clit and Naylaa realised that Para was sucking Gorvan’s balls. What an amazing visual that was for her.
“Oh, my, goddess!” She moaned as the pressure from both Gorvan and Para’s bodies pushed her up on to her pre-climax precipice and left her hanging there. Her body was so tight, light exploded in her head.
She ran her tongue greedily over Para’s clit before delving into the center of her body with her fingers.
In response to her renewed attack, Para pulled herself back to suck on Naylaa’s clit, which left Gorvan free to pump furiously.
She screamed first as the most incredible orgasm of her life ripped through her body.
Her body bucked and writhed, milking Gorvan until he too groaned as though the very life force was being pulled from his body.
Naylaa shuddered as the hot flow of Gorvan’s seed flooded her womb. Looking at the lush body beneath her she bit down onto Para’s clit and buried her fingers deep within her lover’s body.
Para’s body jerked as she too screamed, and shook beneath them both.
Sated to her bones, Naylaa lay with her head on Para’s thigh, Gorvan buried inside her and slumped on her back.
Para began to wiggle a little and Naylaa realized she was uncomfortable. Mindful of the fact that Gorvan was directly above Para’s face, she lifted herself up, forcing Gorvan back, and sat directly into his lap. This caused her to moan in pleasure again with the fullness of her lover and also allowed Para the space to get up.
Gorvan wrapped his arms around her and nibbled on her neck, keeping their bodies connected.
“That was incredible.” Para sighed, stretching her plump body on the bed. She then sat up and began pulling her shoes and dress back on.
“Thank you, but I must go. I hope you are feeling better, Gorvan. I heard you have been working hard about the town.” Para said as she smiled shyly at Naylaa’s lover.
Gorvan chuckled and gave her a bright smile.
“Thanks to both of you, I am feeling positively perfect.”
Para laughed, one of the few Naylaa had ever heard.
“It was. Perhaps we could do it again one day?” she asked.
Naylaa looked up at Gorvan, who was smiling broadly.
“Anytime you’d like to join Naylaa and I, would be fantastic Para.”
A sweet smile passed over Para’s face, then she nodded her head in farewell, opened the door and closed it behind her.
Silence descended and Naylaa snuggled back into the arms of her man.
“That really was amazing, Gorvan, thank you.”
Gorvan chuckled again, a truly beautiful sound. “Anytime, lover. Shall we try for one more?”
Gorvan’s cock began to swell within her. If she hadn’t been pregnant before now, she was certain she would be soon.
She used her thighs to lift herself off Gorvan and began to ride him.
Chapter Eight.
Naylaa looked around at the market stalls, did she need anything else?
“I wonder who would like to break my back today?” Gorvan stretched his arms above his head and bent at the waist. He groaned and stretched again. Naylaa couldn’t help but laugh.
“I’m sure you’ll find someone in need of your strength.”
Gorvan looked to his left as they walked and gasped loudly, then grabbed her arm and bodily dragged her behind him.
Pain and shock blinded her for a minute. What was he doing throwing her around like that?
“Gorvan, what is wrong...”
By the time she’d finished her sentence, two men, as large as her blue-eyed intended mate, grabbed him by the arms and began to drag him down the street.
“No! Stop!”
She glanced around for some help and saw nothing but bewildered looks on her everyone’s faces. There was little-to-no violence within their community. Everyone helped one another. The actions of such men were not comprehendible.
The men were almost out of sight now so she pulled herself to her feet, and began to run. She hadn’t even decided to follow them, yet her legs were moving.
She darted through streets filled with people, following Gorvan’s screams and the confused looks of people as he was dragged past.
Fear escalated in the pit of her stomach. She knew which area they moved towards. They were almost at the ancient end of their town. It was full of abandoned houses and an old well that no longer had any water. Why would the men take him there?
It was certainly quiet enough that no one would hear him scream.
Gorvan was twisting and fighting, dragging his feet in the dirt. But the men grabbed him and pulled him faster, punching him when he dropped his body weight.
She’d almost caught up to them, so she hid behind a house where they couldn’t see her.
The men pulled him to a stop outside the old school and appeared to ask him a question. Gorvan answered and the larger of the two men hit him so hard in the stomach he toppled over.
Pain exploded across her abdomen. The muscles clenched over and over in spasms. Naylaa retched and bent in half, gripping an old house for support.
A few moments later the pain had lessened and she was able to breathe again. Looking up, she realized the men had gone.
Panic rose quickly, angry tears brimmed along her eyes. What were the men going to do to him? What could she do to save him?
There was only one way.
She turned in the direction of the King’s home. She would have to run. She took one step when she was forced to her knees with crippling stomach pain.
“By the goddess, they’re going to kill him.” She cried, unable to fathom why these two men wanted to hurt her mate.
Seinna. It had to be Seinna...
Naylaa staggered back towards the town. She needed to get some help.
She lifted her legs one step at a time, gasping for air as she forced them to move. Her thighs screamed in pain but she forced herself forwards.
One more, just one more.
She kept moving, kept stepping.
Finally, her hands found the side of a habitable home, people milling around the entrances.
Oh, thank the Goddess.
An intense pain struck her across the belly and she collapsed in on herself, unable to separate the real and the unreal.
“Are you all right, Naylaa?”
An elderly woman who’d seen her bent over in pain, wrapped her arms around Naylaa’s waist and helped her to stand up.
A few deep breaths calmed her nerves then she looked into the woman’s green eyes.
“I need to see the King, now. Please help me.”
The woman looked surprised but soon smiled. “Of course, let us hurry.”
She moaned again as a pain shot through her head but forced herself to keep moving. She had a single goal to focus on now, and that was to find and save her mate. Her future depended on it.
Naylaa staggered as quickly as she could to the castle, her thoughts racing over the evil men’s motive.
It must be Seinna. Gorvan’s United had to be the reason the men wanted Gorvan.
Seinna was a white, female Unicorn. The rarest of
the rare. Her horn would be worth a fortune to any man who caught her. Not to mention the rest of her.
Gorvan had never told her the real reason why he had left his town, and this just may have been it.
She had known there was a deeper reason, but had waited for the right time to ask him. Now she knew it, as though he had told her himself. He’d taken Seinna and run away to save her.
Nothing else made sense.
And now Naylaa would have to save them both.
The guard attending the gate saw her, immediately opening the door for her and the woman who was helping her stay upright.
She grimaced out a smile. Never had she been so thankful that she had helped the Queen than at this moment.
Another servant walked next to her, seeming to know where she needed to go.
“This way,” he directed, pointing towards a sitting room.
She collapsed onto a couch, breathing deeply. Her entire body was beginning to feel bruised, her head, her throat, even her hands.
How long could Gorvan hold on?
She knew Gorvan would never give up Seinna’s location. And he would die.
Unless she could get him some help.
“I need... to see... the King.” She panted out between strained breaths.
The servant gave a bow and disappeared.
The King appeared in a few moments with his eyebrows knitted together.
“Naylaa?” The King asked, his question obvious in the one word. Why was she here?
Naylaa wasted no time and threw herself to the ground. “I need your help, please.” She begged on her knees.
He had promised her he would help if she needed anything. She was calling in that favor.
“Naylaa, get up, please. What is wrong?”
She wiped the tears from her eyes, but found it hard to stop them completely. Gorvan was hurting. Badly.
“Men from another town have come here to hunt my mate. Gorvan is United to a white female Unicorn. She is Bronte’s intended mate. The men want her, so they took Gorvan from the town square today, hitting him over and over again.”
She burst into proper sobs this time. Her breath rasped in and out of her lungs, salty tears raced down her cheeks. Her whole body was in mourning and suffering for the man she loved.
The King called to the captain of his guards and lifted her gently into a chair.
“Foreigners have come into our town, to hurt Naylaa’s mate. We must find them before he is killed.”
The King turned to her and gripped her arm tightly.
“Naylaa, do you know where they are?”
“Yes,” she stammered, groaning as she felt her stomach burn. They were hurting Gorvan again. “Please, they are hurting him.”
Her tears blinded her and she envisioned blood. Lots of blood. Red streams pooling around her fallen mate. A sob escaped her lips and she moaned like an animal in pain.
The King squeezed her arm again. “Where is he? Naylaa, concentrate.”
She took a deep breath to calm herself. Hysteria was beckoning. She could lose herself in her grief and the phantom pains stealing through her body. She fought the fear.
Her mind willed her body back to the present. Her eyes cleared and she blinked, focusing on the small, green-eyed King.
“I followed them to the old buildings. I think they took him into the old school.”
She doubled over again whilst the King yelled out orders. Her control was lost, the pain overwhelming. In the back of her mind, she marveled at the King’s sudden strength.
I didn’t know he had it in him.
“They’ll bring him back, Naylaa,” the King’s voice broke through her pain.
“No! I must go with you!” Naylaa screamed.
“But you can’t. You are ill.”
Pushing up from the floor, she stood and inhaled deeply through her nose. “I must see him. I need to go to him.”
Her legs were as heavy as a tree but she pushed through the feeling. It was false, not a real pain. She focused on her connection to Bronte, drawing strength from him. The pain lessened further, as his energy pulsed into her body.
Six men waited in the foyer.
“Let’s go.”
The phantom pains ripped through her insides once again and she leaned forward. She grasped her link to Bronte with both hands. She hadn’t often needed to do it, but she could.
Naylaa closed her eyes and concentrated on the thread binding them together. It dulled the pain, though she wondered about the effect on Bronte. She couldn’t dwell on that now.
It was a ten-minute run through the streets to the old part of their town. She tripped twice but the soldiers helped her up again.
When they arrived there was a procession of townspeople following them, anxious to see what all the commotion was about.
“In there.” She gasped out as she leaned against the wall of a house, pointing towards the old school.
The captain of the guards pushed open the door and they all filed inside. They could hear shouting and a few grunts from further inside the school.
Naylaa followed behind the men who were helping her save Gorvan’s life. She knew he was still alive because of the pain. Dead men didn’t feel pain.
They walked through the main room and moved towards a smaller one at the rear of the building. A loud cry burst into the hallway and Naylaa started running.
She pushed open the door and saw Gorvan get punched in the ribs whilst another man stood behind him and held his hands behind his back.
She ran forward, not even thinking about her own safety. Her only thought was getting to Gorvan as quickly as possible.
The two men stepped back as she screamed at them to stop, and the six soldiers grabbed them by the arms.
Gorvan fell to his knees, clasping his stomach with both hands. Blood ran thickly from cuts in his neck and she could see blood seeping out between his fingers.
His face was a mash-up of puffy flesh and bloody bruises. His eyes were almost swollen shut.
Naylaa ripped several strips off the bottom of her dress and wrapped them around Gorvan’s belly. They would slow the blood loss, but not stop it.
“Help me get him back to my house, please.”
The soldiers looked amongst themselves and two stepped forward. The other four grabbed hold of the out of town thugs and hauled them off. The two soldiers who’d volunteered to stay and help her, bent over and hauled Gorvan to his feet, wrapping his arms about their shoulders. Her huge mate moaned in agony, his eyes rolling back in his head.
“This way,” she called to them, already running ahead. She didn’t care about what happened to the other men. She needed to look after her man.
The soldiers half carried Gorvan to her home, his cries of pain sounding every few steps.
Naylaa gripped her sanity to her once again. His pain made her want to crawl into a ball and surrender, but she couldn’t. Too many lives were at stake.
She sent as many “be careful, protect Seinna” thoughts to Bronte as she could. He would know what to do and where to go. Gorvan might have been hurt by two of these men, but Naylaa had no idea how many more were in their town.
Perhaps even now her beloved United was being hunted?
A tremor ran through her body as she imagined it.
No! He was safe, Bronte was safe. She clung to the hope as the thought repeated over and over again.
Surely, she’d feel it if something was wrong.
The reached her home and Naylaa pointed to her clean bedroom.
“Put him in there.”
To distract herself, she stoked her low fire to hot and put a pot of water on to boil. She would need to clean his wounds.
The two soldiers walked out of her bedroom and stared at her for a brief moment. She saw shock and pity written all over their faces.
She knew she must look a mess, her face red and tear streaked, her hair bedraggled.
“What injuries did you see?” She asked calmly, stirring some clea
ning herbs into the hot water. Her own fears and worries forgotten for a moment, in the simple task.
The men bowed their heads and shuffled their feet.
“He has a few broken ribs we think, a beaten face and cuts to his shoulder and neck.”
Naylaa’s breath hissed out as she imagined how close to death her mate had come. How much longer would they have tortured him to get the information they wanted?
“His stomach?” She asked, remembering her own pain and the blood she saw between his fingers.
The older of the two men looked her straight in the eye, his surprise obvious. “They slashed him down the center of his belly. He has lost a lot of blood.”
A cold shiver washed over her, numbing her emotions. She was a healer.
“Is he awake still?” She asked calmly, wondering what she would do if he wasn’t.
The men nodded.
“Yes.”
“Thank you for helping me save him.” She smiled as best she could. All of her energy was reserved for her inner healer. She had nothing left to give the two men.
They left quickly, closing the door behind them.
As though in a trance, Naylaa took a cup and put some water in it. She added some herbs that would help Gorvan sleep and made her way into the bedroom.
He was lying in the middle of her bed on his back. His arms were wrapped about his body and blood seeped out of wounds in his neck. She had hastily wrapped his belly at the old school, but it was now showing red through the material.
She catalogued all of his symptoms quickly, her healer’s mind coming to the forefront and pushing all other emotions aside.
He was hurt and would need time to recover, but they had not hit any vital blood supplies. The redness oozed out of his wounds, and there was no major gushing. She was confident he would live.
“Gorvan, it’s Naylaa. Drink this for me.”
Her patient groaned and rolled towards the sound of her voice. His eyes were pained but still very much alive.
“I didn’t tell them anything, nothing. Seinna is safe. They are safe.” He groaned again and leaned into the hand she held to his head.
“Drink this, my lover.”
Gorvan sipped from the cup she held to his lips and lay back again, closing his eyes.
