by Garnet Hart
“But it had been a while, Elf. You’ve become so tight. You might get hurt if we rush this.”
She shook her head. His fingers felt great, but she was dying to feel him fill her up. “I don’t care if it hurts. I want it now. Now!”
Smiling, he pulled his fingers out of her and carried her. He made her lean on a big tree. “This will have me atoning for another two centuries.” He held her hips and lifted her, jamming his body between her legs, spreading them wide. “But what can I do? It will kill me if I don’t.”
His fingers stroked her folds again. Then she felt his huge tip pressing right at her entrance. At last!
But he went still as though something had distracted him. He eased her down, stepping away from her.
“Three women are coming. Get dressed.”
“What…?” She was disoriented.
“Get dressed before they’d see you naked.”
She felt like she had just awakened from a trance.
“Elf, move it!” He threw her dress at her. He was putting on his pants.
Her cheeks flaming in shame now, she scampered to put her dress back on as he buttoned up his jeans.
They were standing facing each other, both gasping, when the three women emerged out from the pathway.
They stared at them, first at her, then at Lior.
“This is Asra,” Lior introduced her to them. “She’d be our guest here for a while.”
The women didn’t even smile, instead leered at her as though she was not welcome at all.
Such hostile glances offended her, but she ignored them and walked away.
“That’s rude of you,” he said, following close behind her.
“Didn’t you see how they looked at me?”
“What did you expect? You’re a stranger here, and they’re no’ used to having a stranger around here.”
“I don’t care. I don’t like being stared at that way.”
“Everyone you see here are Lycans, and Lycans have a culture that you dunna understand.”
“I don’t wish to know.”
“You dunna have to. You will no’ stay very long anyway.”
She threw him a hard look and quickened her steps. It was just as well that they were almost caught by those women. She almost gave herself to him again!
Chapter 7
“I don’t eat garbage!”
Lior was shocked as Asra yelled and threw her hands hard on the table. He had already explained that she was no longer the daughter of a chief and she had to leave her old ways behind and try to be like everyone else, but Miss High and Mighty was still at it.
He summoned his patience. “Why don’t you taste it first before you call it garbage?” he said calmly, referring to the mashed potato and vegetable salad on her plate.
“I won’t. I deserve something better than this.” She stood up and turned to Ginny, a black-haired tall woman who was probably about her age, who just took a pitcher out of the fridge. “Bring me a decent food in my room. I’m not eating that garbage.”
Ginny was momentarily stunned at Asra’s obnoxious demand. “Miss, all we have here are garbage. If you dunna like it, then there’s nothing I can give you.”
“Then start cooking. That’s what you’re paid for.”
“I will, but that’s until I finish all my other chores.”
Asra’s eyes widened. “You dare make such pathetic excuse to me? Do you even realize who I am?”
“Sorry. I dunna.”
“Impertinent whore!” Asra exclaimed. “I'll have your ugly head!”
“Ugly? I'm no’ the one with disheveled hair and old fashioned clothes,” Ginny replied, referring to the eighteenth century gown that Asra was wearing.
Asra had insisted to bring her tattered gown with her when they travelled. She’d had a priestess wash it and stitch it together. She was wearing it again now.
Asra gasped in outrage. “I bought this gown in London and it’s the latest fashion in France. Servants like you cannot even afford this even if you tend to the land all your life.”
“Duh!” Ginny scoffed. “Even if that’s worth a measly pound, I would no’ buy it.”
A hard slap landed on Ginny’s left cheek, paralyzing Lior. He had not expected that. The fucking brat had gone too far.
Ginny retaliated by slapping Asra back, the impact of the blow throwing Asra sideward that she almost fell on the floor.
He smirked. The princess finally met her match. Miss MacLeod was about to get a lesson of humility.
The tip of Asra’s ears protruded upwards, and he knew exactly what it meant. She was furious, furious like hell.
Before she could grab Ginny’s hair, he quickly moved from his seat to grab her wrist. She yelled and tried to wriggle free but he did not release her.
“Let me go and I’ll show this whore who she’s dealing with!”
“That’s enough.” He dragged her out of the house , screaming and kicking.
He noticed that Ginny was following them. “Stay inside,” he ordered but Ginny followed them to the lawn.
“Let her go,” Ginny said firmly. “She wants to show me who she is? Let her do it.”
Lior stared at Ginny for a moment. At first he hesitated, but he trusted Ginny. Before she became a servant, she was a good Overseer, the highest rank in a pack next to an Alpha. Therefore, she knew just what to do on this situation.
The moment he loosened his grip, Asra flew to Ginny like a possessed witch. Ginny could have avoided the attack easily, but she allowed Asra to pin her down to the ground.
Lior closed his eyes and heaved a deep breath as the two bitches rolled and wrestled each other on the ground. Asra was furiously trying to beat Ginny’s face, but the female Lycan utterly outmatched the Elf’s strength. A moment later, Asra was pinned down and Ginny claws sprung out.
“Ginny!” he bellowed.
Ginny stopped and looked at him.
“Enough,” he commanded and he meant it.
Ginny smiled viciously and made quick work with her claws and stood up. “Now you dunna need a servant to brush your beautiful blonde hair.”
Asra sat up and shrieked, holding thick strands of her hair in her fingers. “Monster! You cut my hair!”
“Next time, I’ll cut your throat,” Ginny said and walked away.
“You don’t belong in this world, you despicable monster!” Asra raged at her back.
“Look what she’s done to my hair!” she complained to him as she picked up severed strands of her hair from the ground. “Did you see? She’s a monster!”
“I told you, everyone here is a Lycan. You think your archery skill could beat them. You’d be dead before you can even shoot an arrow.”
“Why do you keep a monster in your house? You should kill her!”
“You’re forgetting that I am one of them.”
She stood up. “You shouldn’t be here. You should all be in hell!” she cried and ran away.
“Dunna go too far,” he reminded her but she never looked back.
Shaking his head in exasperation, he went to look for Ginny. She might tell everyone about what she had just witnessed about Asra, that she was an elf. He needed to warn her to keep her mouth shut about the matter.
“Damn you all!” Asra kept grunting as she walked aimlessly. For the first time, she had seen a fraction of a Lycan’s power, and she was terrified like hell.
It couldn’t be real. The Lycans that she had always believed as mere lores cannot possibly be true. But she had seen it herself. She saw how the claws appeared out of Ginny’s fingertips. Razor sharp claws that easily snipped her precious hair.
To hell with them. If her father were here, she’d have them all hanged. She could report them to the humans as well. Surely, they’d be burned to death.
Her stomach rumbled and suddenly she felt very weak to go on. When she looked back, Lior’s house was already beyond her sight.
She must have strayed too far, and if it were true that other cre
atures were after her, then she was now in a big trouble.
“Damn him!” she said out loud and continued walking. If those animals intended to kill her, she could have been dead when Roar took her. But Lior said he needed to bring her to Alfheim. That was her leverage against them. They needed her alive.
Perhaps she should run away now. She could not possibly go back to those monsters. But where would she go?
At a distance, she saw a tree with a lot of red fruits. She could not tell what kind of fruit it was, but it looked edible enough.
She ran to pick one but the branches were too high. She could not climb, because she was told that climbing a tree was never right for a woman of her stature.
Her stomach rumbled again and she knew she just had to eat. Without anyone to help her, she must rely on herself.
She removed her sandals and climbed up the tree. She’d show everyone she could survive alone even in an isolated island.
It was easier than she thought. She was reaching for a ripe fruit something cracked beneath her feet. She screamed and held on to a branch. It sagged with her weight and broke, too. She dangled some ten feet from the ground and the next thing she knew, she landed on her behind.
She struggled to stand up, and then yelled out loud into the open. “Damn you all! When I see my father, I’ll wipe your race from the face of the earth!”
Gasping for breath, she sat under a tree.
The quietness of her surroundings made her think clearly. Was it really true that two hundred years had passed by while she slept? If she’d accept that as a fact, then she had to accept that her father should be dead by now, including all her friends.
But she could no longer run from the truth. She had seen the castle. It was almost in ruins now. Her father was nowhere to be found. Everything that she had in her life vanished in a flash. If this was a nightmare, she hoped she’d wake up soon.
She closed her eyes tightly, praying to wake up from this bad dream. She wished to wake up in her beautiful bed in her grand bedroom in Dunvegan Castle decorated in the latest Rococo style of France.
But when she opened her eyes, nothing had changed.
She thought of her life back in the Dunvegan Castle, and of her father who had fought with other clans with his life to protect his kingdom.
She was the rightful heir of Dunvegan and so she must reclaim it by all means. That was her home and all good memories of her family were there.
Yes, she needed to get her precious Dunvegan Castle back.
Chapter 8
Lior waited patiently as the cattle move out of the barn in a single line. He smiled when he saw who was inside.
After her encounter with Ginny days ago, Asra had walked out in a huff. Lior let her be for a few minutes as he could still smell her scent in the air. When her scent was fading, he had looked for her and found her sitting under a tree, crying. He almost went to her to comfort her but he stopped himself. He knew she needed the space.
Finally, she stood up and walked. To his surprise, she trekked the path going back to his house. She’d quietly joined them for dinner and ate their food without complaint. She even volunteered to help Ginny in the kitchen. He was astounded by her sudden transformation.
It was only three days ago when he taught her how to milk the cows and clean the barn, and now she was doing it all by herself, and without him having to order her. Not bad for a princess.
He watched her quietly as she worked. Ginny had given Asra some working clothes to use but they were big for her petite frame. When she bent to pick up something, her bodice dropped, giving him a glimpse of her full breasts. She had tits that were too big for her torso and very noticeable even if she wore loose clothes.
After their interrupted lovemaking at the river, his libido had been on overdrive. The moment he’d sniff her scent in the air, even without seeing her, he’d get hard.
Suddenly, his body was on fire. He had to get out of there now or he’d end up fucking her on all fours over piles of hay. His cock was desperate for this fuck, but his mind was fighting it more than ever.
He found Ginny standing beside the well when he stepped out of the barn. She was intently staring at him, and he knew that she could sense the ardent arousal burning within him.
She looked hurt, her eyes glistening with tears. Quickly, she turned around and ran away.
Ah shit. Ginny was a dear friend. He had practically raised her up when she was orphaned at the age of twelve. She was like a little sister to him, but she longed for more than what he could give her. She must learn to accept that love was impossible between them. Until then, so as not to hurt her, he’d have to refrain from having sex with anyone within the ranch. But this Elf here was becoming too difficult for him to resist.
He walked back to his house and took a quick shower, but even the cold water could not take away the image of a beautiful body that he was aching to ravish. Hoping a ride around the ranch can help, he took off with his horse.
He rode all over the northern part of the ranch for an hour or two until he noticed that the horse was tired and probably hungry. He stopped to let the animal drink in the stream before cutting it loose to graze in the open field.
The horse’s name was Arion. It was probably the largest and fastest horse one can ever find in Midgar. This was a gift of Odin to him when he had reached the rank of Commander of the Elite Warriors of Asgard.
He went to the side of the stream to wash his face. The cool water refreshed his overheating skin.
He heard a horse neigh. It was not Arion.
Slowly, he stood up to look around.
He saw Asra, astride one of his horses, cantering the animal toward the stream some meters from him.
What the hell…? He’d told her not to wander too far away from the house and she dared disobey him again! She could have broken her neck riding one of his thoroughbreds. But she jumped from the horse with the agility of a horseman. She was not a stranger to horses, he realized.
He watched her guide the horse to drink in the stream, totally oblivious of his presence.
Her hand idly caressed the horse’s flank as it drank. Bloody hell! He was envious of the bloody horse for being the recipient of her touch.
“What are you doing here?”
She gasped in surprise and turned toward him.
“What are you doing here?” she also asked.
She had discarded her overcoat and her dress molded to her front as the wind blew toward her, delineating everything. He silently ordered his bloody sex-starved cock to fuck off. “I told you no’ to wander far.”
“I was done with my chores so I thought I might take a break.”
His nostrils flared. “You like disobeying me.”
Arion neighed.
She turned to look at the horse. “That’s a magnificent stallion!” she exclaimed. “I’ve never seen one like him.”
Fuck! Her nipples were straining the front of her dress and she did not seem to know it.
“Are you not going to tie your horse?” she asked.
“I never tie him up.”
He walked toward her. He took the saddle from her horse’s back and lightly tapped the thoroughbred’s flank. It cantered towards Arion.
“He must be very smart,” she said of Arion.
“He is, but he does no’ want anybody else mounting him. So you’d better stay away from him.”
“I can’t ride him. He’s too big for me.”
She was right. She could not possibly spread her legs wide enough to fit Arion’s back. He thought of riding her… Shit!
“Next time, dunna come this far. You can go around town if you wish, but in this area, I canna guarantee your safety.”
Her scent was driving him crazy. He wanted to put distance between them but here she was.
“I thought your ranch is heavily guarded.”
Lycan warriors guarded the perimeter of the ranch but a beautiful Elf wandering in the woods could temp any Lycan to sample the del
ights of her body. “I’m serious, Elf. If you disobey me again, I’ll have you locked in your room. You would no’ want that, would you?”
She did not answer him. She went under a tree and sat there.
Lior swallowed hard as he witnessed how her breasts bounced when she settled down on the grass.
“I’m wondering,” she said, unaware of his hungry stare. “Where did the Lycans come from?”
He looked away when she lifted her face to see his. He sat on the ground fronting her and leaned on the tree trunk before responding. “We came from the world of Vanar. It’s a world no humans know about.”
“Where is that?”
He glanced at the sky, but instead of the moon, he saw the sun.
The world of Vanar was actually the moon itself.
A few decades ago, the humans sent some astronauts to explore it citing scientific studies and projects as a reason. But there was more than that. They could have learned of the existence of another world within that glowing sphere that regularly appeared at night, but all they saw was a barren land. These humans were too foolish to think that they could set foot in the world of Vanar by traveling through space. They were mistaken. It was beyond what the human eyes could see. The way to that world was through hidden portals that allowed passages from one world to another.
“You see it at night,” he said mysteriously.
“In the sky?”
“Yes.”
She frowned. “What is it like in there?”
“It’s no’ too different from here, except that the trees are bigger, and the cities are less populated. Life was simple there… just like in this ranch.”
“No buildings? No cars? No planes?” she asked.
The Elf was getting used to the modern comforts of the twenty-first century, he noticed in amusement.
Before Vanar was conquered by Asgard, its civilization had surpassed Midgar extensively, but there had been no progress ever since. “No. It was like during your time. We have carriages, castles, and houses, but no skyscrapers and planes.”
