The Quest III: Return to Volter

by Marilyn Lee

  It has been so long, my Ayanni, I fear I may not be able to be kind or gentle with you as you deserve.

  She raked her teeth against his belly and reached down to touch his balls. I do not require gentleness…I just want to be full of your seed again, my lord. My hunger for you does not require you to be gentle. Take me.

  That was all the encouragement he needed. He gently drew all but the head of his cock out of her. He lingered at her entrance for several long moments before easing back in her. He laid against her, his cock lying motionless in depths only he could touch, savoring being inside her again. Then he withdrew again before starting the long slide home.

  His languid movements created an almost unbearable joy in her. She moaned and slipped her arms around his big body. Do not torture me. Mate with me, my lord. Faster. More. Hard and fast, my lord. Please. I ache to belong fully to you again.

  Growing softly, he wrapped his tail around her waist, withdrew partway out of her, and then thrust back in with a force and passion that made her entire body tremble with pleasure. That’s it, my lord. Please. More. Harder. Don’t stop.

  As you wish, my love.

  She leaned back against the tree, bracing herself for the coming delights. Adding to her enjoyment was the sharing of his pleasure in her through their bond. Oh, how she had missed feeling him and hearing him in her head. Knowing he felt as overwhelmed by being with her again as he did helped her realize that he had meant everything he had said to her. He had not forgotten her. He had never stopped valuing her. Never.

  In a matter of moments he was rutting into her with wild abandon, almost hurting her. She curled her fingers in his flanks and pushed her hips back at him, opening herself fully so he could drive his hard, hot cock as deep into her as possible.

  The furious motion of his powerful hips driving his cock into her set off a series of mini explosions in her she could not control. Her mind went blank and she clung to him helplessly, sobbing with delight as one orgasm rolled into yet another one.

  He stopped briefly to soothe her, whispering to her softly. He valued her. He loved her. He had never forgotten her. He could never be sufficient without her. He was her slave and lived to make her happy. He loved her…he loved her…he loved her.

  She was only marginally aware that he was about to come. He shuddered, laying his big body so tight against hers she could barely breathe, and then blasted stream after stream of seed into her.

  Although reluctant, she pushed weakly against his big, shuddering body. My lord. I cannot breathe.

  My apologies, Ayanni! He drew his body away from her and slowly eased his cock out of her. When he removed his tail from her waist, she slid down the tree and sat staring up at him with wonder-filled eyes.

  He dropped to all fours and bent his head. She parted her legs and closed her eyes as he lapped at her channel. His tongue slid inside and she moaned. Oh, my lord. She curled her fingers in his mane and gasped as he licked her to a quick climax. Then, as she remained on the ground, he went down on his hunches, shot his cock balls deep with one lunge and had her two more times, whispering to her that he had longed to fuck her again so many times. Although never having heard the word fuck, Ayanni had no trouble deciding what it meant or deciding that this fucking was a very good thing indeed.

  By the time he finally drew out of her, she sat in a pool of their combined juices. She was exhausted, but very satisfied. She thought that she needed to get up and see about Wynter, but she fell asleep where she was with Slayer lying beside her, whispering softly to her that she was a luscious fuck as he remembered.

  Nice. Very nice.

  She woke later. She lay naked on her bed from the hut. She saw Slayer lying nearby, his eyes shining in the dark, looking at her. You are sufficient?

  She remembered how he had coupled with her and felt a flush of pleasure and heat warm her face. Yes, my lord.

  Do not call me, lord, Ayanni. I am not your lord.

  I should get up and check on Wynter, she said, suddenly feeling shy with him.

  I have just checked. She breathes easily and Sheela has assured me she is and will be sufficient when she wakes.

  Sheela. There was something about the seer that made her uneasy. She wasn’t sure why. How long have you known her?

  Known who?

  Sheela. The seer.

  She felt his uneasiness and tensed, certain his words would not be welcome.

  I have known her for many seasons…since I left Volter.

  And?

  And what?

  And how well do you know her?

  Well enough. She tended me when I was injured.

  She sat up slowly, looking around for her clothing. She saw her dress laying to her right. She slipped it over head and rose, smoothing it over her body as she did. “So. She is the one!”

  He rose slowly. She could feel his understanding of her meaning along their bond. She waited quietly for his response. Would he lie to her or would he tell her the truth and expect her to accept his having sent for his lover so soon after his arrival in Volter?

  She…offered a measure of comfort.

  “You coupled with her!”

  Yes.

  Her heart swelled with jealousy and rage as she thought of the slender beautiful seer repeatedly coupling with Slayer while she herself had been bottom mated again and again without the least bit of consideration given for her pleasure or her emotional needs.

  She stalked over to him and slapped him. “I hate you!” She turned to run, but was held back when his tail whipped up and around her waist. She glared at him. “Release me!’

  Ayanni, please! Listen to me!

  “I will not! How could you send for her and tell me you value me?”

  Ayanni! Sheela is one of the most sufficient seers in all of Tern Terra. When she who bore me was not sufficient, who else would I send for but her? My only thought was to have Meka sufficient again. I did not send for her for any other reason. You can feel my thoughts and desires, Ayanni. Search my soul and you will know that for me there will never be anyone but you.

  She shook her head. “Release me! I do not wish to be near you again! You bring physical pleasure for a time followed by heartache that lasts for seasons. I have had enough of you! Release me!”

  Ayanni, please. I need you.

  She felt the wave of grief from him but hardened herself. “I grieve with you for the loss of she who bore you, but I have given you all the comfort you may expect from me. Release me!”

  His tail tightened around her waist briefly before he released her. Ayanni. Sheela can never mean to me what you do. Please forgive me for having hurt you.

  “I will…when you return to Tern Terra without trying to take Wynter from me!”

  She felt his shock and then his tail whipped around her waist again, holding her in place. Take her from you? You think I would take her without your permission?

  “I didn’t think you would leave me to struggle alone but you did! So should I not believe you would take her? I heard your sire say she would one day rule Tern Terra. I know you won’t let me keep her here.”

  Ayanni. I would never take her without your permission and in fact I have no plans to return to Tern Terra for some time. I will remain in Volter to lead the prides in Meka’s place for a time and to ensure that Macak does not return. I promised Meka I would not dispatch him but he will rule the prides only after I have been dispatched to the misty place.

  She suppressed a shiver at the thought of Slayer being dispatched. “What will become of him?”

  If he returns he will be dispatched.

  “But what of your promise to Meka?”

  I promised not to dispatch him myself. In honor of her, I will not seek him out, but should our paths cross, Totter will dispatch him in a most painful way to pay for what he has done!

  It seemed strange that Meka, who had been so noble and honorable, could have born a cub capable and willing to lead her into a trap that had resulted in her untimel
y demise. And yet she had also born Slayer and her blood ran through Wynter as well. Both Slayer and Wynter would one day rule Tern Terra so she had left a lasting and meaningful legacy.

  She realized she was getting too caught up in Slayer’s concerns and gave an angry shake of her head. “Release me.”

  He complied immediately. Before you go, Ayanni, you should know that builders are coming from Tern Terra to construct a new dwelling for you and Wynter and there will be two shemoras and a personal bodyguard for you as well.

  His words surprised her. Shemoras. To do all the toiling she had done for so many seasons. Her inclination was to tell him she wanted nothing from him, but she knew Wynter deserved more than she could possibly provide. And for all she had suffered, she deserved some comfort too.

  “I will accept your kindness, Slayer, but I will not accept you into my arms or my heart again.”

  It is not kindness. It is what you and Wynter deserve. She who would one day rule Tern Terra and she who bore her cannot be allowed to continue like this. I did not know of your plight, Ayanni, or by the Gods of the Mountains, I would not have left you alone.

  She knew he spoke the truth, but the pain of the long seasons feeling neglected and unvalued could not so easily be dismissed—especially with Sheela the beautiful around.

  Sheela will soon be mated with another, Ayanni, to Dioni, the bodyguard of Jemi, she who my sire values about all others…as I do you.

  She shook her head. “I am going now.”

  Before you do…your bodyguard…would you have him be humanoid or in his natural state?

  “What of Wynter?”

  Totter will guard her with his life.

  “And you think it’s wise to have Totter guard her?”

  His heart aches for her…as mine does for you. She does not find him intolerable and she is old enough to choose who she would value as a bodyguard and a mate.

  The thought of Wynter mating with the huge Totter sent a shiver through her. “He is too big to mate with her.”

  I mated with you.

  “And look what came of it!”

  We had Wynter, he pointed out, sounding confused.

  And she could never regret her birth. She inclined her head. “Yes. We did.” She smiled. “She is as brave as she is beautiful. She is worthy to rule Tern Terra. Is she not?”

  She felt Slayer’s shared pride. She is. Seeker himself will not finding her wanting and she has already won over my sire. She will one day be the first female to rule and you will be revered as she who bore her and cherished her under difficult circumstances.

  She bit her lip. She would much rather be known as she who was revered by Slayer.

  Your bodyguard, Ayanni. Carnivore or humanoid?

  The thought of another big Tern Terrian to remind of what she had hoped for with Slayer was too much. “Humanoid,” she said and felt a stab of pain from him. He viewed her choice as a rejection of him. She longed to explain, but feared she would end up on her back with him over her rutting into her again if she didn’t leave immediately.

  He will arrive soon, Ayanni. When you wake, he will be here and I will be gone.

  She turned back to face him, her heart thumping. “Gone? But I thought you said you would remain in Volter to lead the prides.”

  It is obvious to me that you would rather I do not remain, and Berka can lead both prides until Wynter is able to take over.

  “But…what of Wynter? She is so delighted with you.”

  And I with her. I will return frequently to see her and she will be welcome in Tern Terra as often as she’d like to visit. Be well, Ayanni, and learn to forgive me in time.

  She felt as if she couldn’t quite catch her breath. After all his protestations of value, he was leaving again. He thought just because he was building a new dwelling and providing servants, that was all she and Wynter required of him. Well he was wrong.

  Fighting back tears, she turned and ran into the woods, aware that one of the big Tern Terrian trailed her. After a long time, feeling exhausted, she sank down against a tree and allowed the tears to stream down her cheeks. She hated him and she would never forgive him for hurting her yet again.

  Chapter Ten

  Wynter felt something soft and warm brush against her mind. She opened her eyes and saw a tall, handsome man with dark eyes sitting near her bed. Although it was some time before the sun would rise, she had no problem seeing him clearly in the gloom of the hut. And although she had never seen him in humanoid form, she immediately recognized him. She smiled and extended a hand. “Totter.”

  He rose and quickly moved across the room to sit next to her, stroking his fingers along her bare arm. “My lady. You are feeling more sufficient?”

  She nodded. “Meka?”

  “Sheela was not able to save her.”

  Her eyes filled with tears and she turned, burying her face against his body, slipping her arms around him. “Oh, Totter! She was so brave. She battled to the end when she should have fled for her life.”

  He stroked his fingers through her hair and held her. When she continued to sob, he lifted her onto his lap and buried his face against her cheek. “You are she who would rule Terra. She did well not to allow you to surrender your life. Your life holds great value for all in Terra in general and for me in particular. Although I mourn her passing, I thank the Gods of the Mountains you were not dispatched.”

  She turned in his arms to look up in his face. As a Carnivore, he was one of the most breath-taking males she had ever seen. As a human, he intoxicated her senses and aroused her passions. When the Carnivores were afraid or needed comfort, they sought to mate. She had a large amount of Carnivore blood running through her veins and she needed to mate. She wanted to mate.

  She lifted her head and tentatively brushed her lips against his, expecting him to draw away. To her delight, he returned her kiss, his arms tightening around her. Warmth and passion infused her as they clung to each other. When he lowered her onto her back and pushed her dress up around her waist, bearing her mating tunnel, her heart thumped.

  He trailed a path of kisses down from her belly to her trembling legs. He parted them with gentle hands and slowly, sensuously began to eat her. His tongue, long, thick, and moist, eased in and out of her. His lovemaking created a coil of heat and need in her that sent chills all through her, even while flashes of heat burned in her body.

  Mate with me, she pleaded. Please. Rise above me and thrust into me.

  I cannot. Even this is too much, but I cannot resist, my lady, even though I may be banished or worst for daring to touch you thusly.

  She tightened her fingers in his hair and held it close to her body. No one will hurt you, she vowed. I will not allow it.

  He thrust in tongue in and out of her channel, being careful not to break through her maidenhead. Although she longed for the ultimate embrace with him, she was soon overcome by passion and surrendered to a sweet climax.

  He rose above her and lay his big, heavy body on hers and held her as she moaned softly, savoring the last tendrils of pleasures. She could feel his cock, big, thick, and hard through his clothes. The feel of it excited her passions anew.

  She pushed against his shoulders and he immediately rolled off of her and onto his back. Trembling with anticipation, she kneeled next to him and quickly pushed aside his loincloths, exposing the thickest cock she had ever seen. He was already fully aroused and just the sight of him sent a fresh wave of moisture rushing between her legs.

  Sighing with desire, she gently encircled his cock in one hand and kissed the big, pulsing head.

  He shuddered. My lady! You mustn’t! My lord Seeker will not approve.

  I do not require his approval, she told him. She cupped her free hand over his warm balls, hefting them against her palms. They felt heavy with seed. Seed that rightly belonged inside her. And she was going to have him and it. Overcome with a desire to please him, she closed her lips over his cock. His big body shook.

  He felt wa
rm, pulsing, and intoxicating. She loved the feel and taste of him against her mouth and tongue. She settled down to fully enjoy sharing this special coupling with him.

  He held her head in his hands, gently controlling the speed of her mouth moving along the thick length of his big cock. Content to follow his lead, she tenderly and joyfully sucked him to a blistering climax.

  In a very short time he blasted jet after jet of seed against the back of her throat. She eagerly swallowed, savoring the taste and texture of his cock and his seed. When she was certain she had swallowed it all, she removed her mouth, rose over him, and thrust herself down onto his still hard cock.

  No, my lady! His hands shot up to grab her hips, but it was too late. With a soft cry of pain and determination, she slammed herself down against his groin. His hot cock burst through her maidenhead, and plowed balls deep up into her channel, filling her completely.

  Oh! She moaned as a wave of pain washed over her. Fighting her way through it, she lifted her hips and pushed down again, taking him all the way back in her with a soft hump of pain.

  He laid under her, staring up at her with wide, guilt-filled eyes, his body shaking with lust and pleasure.

  Oh! She bit her lip and ground herself against him, so full of cock and pain, she was almost afraid to breathe. Yet she was deliriously happy.

  We must stop this immediately, my lady. His hands tightened on her hips. Still, instead of lifting her off him, he pulled her down, and thrust his hips up, driving his cock balls deep into her center of pain and pleasure.

  Oh! Totter! It hurts! she admitted.

  He stiffened. Shall I stop, my lady?

  She found his mouth. As she kissed him, she gave him his answer, slowly moving herself along the length of his cock until it was buried deep inside her.

  Wrapping his arms around her, he thrust up into her and began coupling with her with a passion and heat that left her gasping in pain. Keeping one arm around her waist, he removed his other hand and brought it down in a stinging blow against her behind.