by Garnet Hart
She smiled. “Then perhaps we can go for a visit?”
He shook his head. He too missed the land that he had not seen for two hundred years, but what was there to see? His people working like slaves?
He could not bear the sight. He’d rather not see them at all.
“We canna.”
“Why not?”
“Vanar’s no’ ours anymore. It was conquered by Asgard several centuries ago.”
She raised her left eyebrow. “And I thought you’re an Asgard god? Then you own Vanar, as well.”
He did not want to explain his circumstances with her. He was somewhat embarrassed, but he found himself talking about his beloved Vanar. “Asgard is no’ the only world of the gods? Two thousand years ago, Vanir gods resided in Vanar—the rival of Asgard.”
“Really? What happened to them?”
“Conquered by Odin… with the help of the dragons.”
“And I thought Odin is a good god.”
“Probably, but the battle for power is no’ only for the evil ones. Even good ones fight for power.”
“Were there no survivors?”
“There were, but they were all males and were incapable of procreating, and so they fused themselves with the Lycans. That was why we have the Alpha.”
“And you’re an Alpha?”
He nodded.
Her eyes widened with curiosity. “Don’t tell me you have a Vanir god inside you?”
He smiled. It didn’t matter if she would not believe him. What for? Soon she’d be in Alfheim, and he would not see her again.
His chest tightened. She still had no idea what would happen to her if he succeeded in bringing her to Alfheim. As early as now, the thought was killing him. But he promised himself to focus on his mission this time. His people in Vanar were counting on him, and he couldn’t fail them again.
“And your mother? Where is she from?”
“My mother is a goddess. She is from Asgard.”
Her eyebrows crinkled. “According to the myths I’ve read, Asgardians are spirits. How could she have mated with your father?”
He was amused by her inquisitiveness. “They are only spirits here in Midgar, that’s why they use vessels to come here, but outside of this world, they have physical forms. But we, Lycans, have more flexible physical forms. We carry it with us even inside Asgard.”
“How is that? I thought only souls can enter Asgard?”
“Because our body is the soul itself. When we die, we lose both.”
“How about the god inside you?”
“It will die as well.”
Her mouth was open. He could tell there were a lot of questions in her mind, but she probably didn’t know which one to ask first.
“And why did the Lycans come here?”
He shrugged. “It’s probably the only place willing to accept them, as long as their dark side is unknown. I actually never knew they were here… until I was tasked to come down and…”
“Kill me?” she completed his statement. When he did not respond, she asked again, “Why did you not go back to Asgard?”
He inhaled deeply. “Disobedience is a grave sin against Odin. I’ve lost my honor.”
“And how are you going to get your honor back?”
He stared at her. “By completing this task. After this, I could be worthy to stand before Odin once again.”
“What task? To bring me to Alfheim?”
He did not answer. He did not want to talk about that anymore.
She folded her knees up and rested her elbows on it. He froze when he saw her naked slit glistening like a jewel in between her thighs. Just like all other Elves, there was no hair to cover it.
His cock was twitching painfully that he had to drop his legs on the ground to give it more space.
“Did you hear?” she asked.
He did, but he was too busy lusting over her juicy cunt. And he’d rather talk about it than the fate that awaited her in Alfheim. His anger over that tempting piece of damnation was easier to deal with than the thought of losing her forever once he had brought her to Alfheim.
“If you’re going to show me your pussy, spread it open so I can see it well.”
She gasped, not comprehending.
He gestured to her raised legs and she immediately lowered them, pulling the hem of her dress to cover her knees, her face turning crimson. “Pervert,” she accused.
“Did you do that intentionally?”
“I did not! How dare you?”
She probably had not, but by the way she kept stealing glances at the huge bulge on his crotch, he knew she was aching, as well. His senses were growing haywire in her presence. She could trigger his lust so easily, so intensely. “Stop looking at my crotch,” he growled.
“I was not!”
“You want it.”
“No!” But her eyes gave her away.
Her aroused scent was all over him, driving him to madness.
It was too much for him to take anymore. The hell with his ‘no fucking an Elf’ shit. His cock was not the only one desperate now but his whole body as well, including his mind.
He pulled his shirt off.
She gasped. “What are you doing?”
Half naked, he crawled to where she was seated. They were too close now. He could feel her heat emanating from her body.
They stared at each other. Desire was fairly leaping out of her eyes. He knew his power over women, especially his power over this woman.
Just one kiss and she’d be his.
“I must go,” she said and tried to rise to her feet.
He knelt in front of her, crowding her.
“Dunna fight it, Elf.”
He gripped her ankles and yanked her legs open.
She yelped.
Gods, her cunt was so pretty, the luscious lips smooth and dripping with moisture. Without even touching her, he knew she was wet. He could smell her juices and the scent had been driving him insane since he saw her again after two hundred years, the scent of her wanting him.
“You want me. You canna deny it, Elf.”
She whimpered.
In one swift movement, he had her on her back, his body wedged between her legs.
He grabbed the front of her dress and rent it open at the front. Growling, he immediately reached for her breasts and molded it in his palms as he flipped her already hard nipples with his thumb. They protruded even more and his mouth watered, eager to suck on them.
“Remember the way we used to be during the journey to Svartalfar?” he asked her. “Many times, you halted the horse to stop so we can go down the grass and fuck. You were always hungry for my cock.”
Her body trembled, and he knew she remembered it too well. The truth was, more times than she did, he had paused their journey so he could mate with her.
“Let’s pretend we’re still in that journey, and we just halted the horse.”
She moaned at his words. Her sweet heady scent beckoned to the beast in him who hadn’t had a taste of her in two hundred years.
He glided one hand down the juncture of her thighs.
He made a feral sound when he felt her softness, her hotness, her wetness on his fingers. Gods, why had he been depriving himself of this?
His sense of duty warred with his basic instinct.
The beast in him won. Reason deserted him.
Gently, he slid one finger in between her slit, testing her wetness. He found her clit and flicked it.
She cried out, her hips lifting.
“You are so wet. Do you ache for my cock?”
She clung to his nape and lifted her face towards his.
Their lips met in a ravenous kiss.
He had not realized how much he had hungered for her kisses until this moment. She tasted sweet, heady and addicting, just like before.
He only let go of her lips so she could breathe.
She rained kisses down his neck and chest.
She swirled the tip of her tongue on his
nipple.
That drew a deep moan from him as he knotted his fingers in her hair. Then he felt her fingers unbuttoning his jeans. His raging erection had expanded his fly too tightly it was hard to unzip his pants. He helped her.
Soon, she had his angry, hard cock in her hand.
“Just like before, you canna wait to be fucked.”
He lowered his mouth on her breasts and greedily sucked on one rosy crown. In response, she stroked his shaft harder until he felt like he was going to rapture out of his skin with the need to take her.
“You’re so big,” she gasped, gripping his shaft firmly like it was a hilt of a sword, but her small fingers were not long enough to completely wrap around his thickness.
“Do you want it now?” he rasped.
“Yes, oh yes!”
He smiled, knowing how desperate she was to be filled, but not yet. “You have to be patient, Elf. I need to prepare you first.”
He moved his mouth to her other breast while he lowered his hand on her crotch again. “Spread your legs wider.”
She obeyed eagerly, raising her legs and bending her knees. The picture she made lying beneath him wide open was too beautiful for words.
He stared. “You’re more beautiful than all the goddesses combined.”
“Lior, please!” she begged and tightened her fingers on his shaft, pulling him toward her opening.
Smiling smugly, he stroked her overly sensitized nub in circles until she was sobbing with the need and her juices were coating his fingers like sweet honey.
He himself could not wait to be inside her and hump her to Valhalla and back.
The hell with foreplay. She was more than ready and he’d be damned if he’d delay this further.
He shed the rest of his clothes down his feet and kicked it away. Then he was back between her legs, hooking them up in his arms, spreading them even wider for his entry.
Gods, she was glistening with her juices, and her clit had swollen to its limit.
He pressed his cockhead at her entrance, coating it with her juices. She moaned in impatience, grabbing his buttocks to pull him closer.
“Greedy little wench,” he rasped.
He began to push inside her.
“Oh!” She winced in pain as he tried to fit the broad head in her small opening. It had been a while, and it would take a lot of self-control to squeeze himself inside her tight channel without hurting her.
He bent to whisper on her ear. “Does it hurt?”
She whimpered but shook her head. “No. Don’t stop. I want all of you.”
He licked her earlobe to distract her. “All of it? Have your forgotten how painful it was the first time?”
“I don’t care, and it’s not the first time.”
It had been two hundred years, and her muscles had tightened like she was a virgin once again.
But if she wanted all of him, he would not deny her.
He kept pushing until her inner muscles finally gave way to his thickness. It drew a moan from him that he had to stop a while to relish the moment.
“Oh god, you’re tearing me,” she complained, but her hands were tightly wrapped on his back, her nails digging onto his skin.
“You said you want all, and I’m no’ even halfway,” he drawled and continued sinking inside her inch after inch.
Fuck! Her tightness was killing him. He could not wait to plunge his whole length all the way inside her, but knowing his size, he knew it could kill her.
“Oh, Lior!” she moaned, her body writhing wildly under him. “You feel so good. I want more. I want all of you inside me.”
“You shall have it, princess.”
Slowly, he withdrew and shoved back, forcing her inner muscles to accommodate his full penetration.
She screamed while he moaned out loud in bliss.
Cum was boiling in his sacs now. He might spill and he had not even started fucking her for real. Damn!
He thrust his tongue to lick inside her ear, waiting for her body to relax. But she did not. When she opened her eyes, he saw hunger in them. She was dying for more, regardless if it was hurting her.
He wrapped his arms around her, crushing her breasts against his hard chest as he sank deeper inside her depths, until there was no more room to go further.
He sighed in relief when he was buried to the hilt.
She was whimpering in pain now. He was too big for her. Summoning his healing energy, he surrounded her with it, dulling her pain.
Immediately, her passion rushed back, demanding for more of him.
He began thrusting back and forth. The heat, the tightness, and the wet friction of his cock against her inner muscles were driving him mad, calling out for him to lose it all.
But not yet. Not until he had made her come.
He sped up his pace and watched her. Her eyes were shut tight and her mouth was open so she could breathe. The sounds she made aroused him even more. The harder he thrust, the louder she moaned.
He wanted to hear her scream out her satisfaction. He wanted to feel how much he owned her, this beautiful body that had once belonged to him and had given him the most unforgettable sexual experience of his life.
Two hundred years had changed nothing. She was still made of pleasure. His pleasure.
“Harder!” she urged in between ragged breaths. “Deeper!”
He complied, probably fiercer than he should have, and she screamed for more, her body arching upward to meet his every downward thrust.
Then she stiffened, her sheathe in spasms, squeezing tighter and tighter around him.
“Of fuck, Elf, yes!” he growled as he felt her come.
He paused to relish the moment, the bliss of her pulsating around his cock, and the sound of her scram as she reached the peak of pleasure, only to find out he could no longer continue.
A deep, hoarse moan escaped from his throat.
The next thing he knew, he was spurting his seed deep inside her.
His orgasm went on and on for a long agonizing moment that he thought he might never be able to breathe again. He just kept spurting as though his sacs were constantly replenishing everything he had unloaded, drawing him of all his strength.
Finally, it stopped and he collapsed over her, chasing his breath.
He cannot believe he had come too soon.
He sighed and pillowed his face on her soft breasts, a satiated smile on his lips.
Lior thought he was dreaming. He could hear the sound of a song being whistled.
“Someone’s coming,” Asra said.
He opened his eyes. Indeed, someone was coming.
He raised himself on his elbows and looked down at her. Her face was red with embarrassment.
“Get off me! My clothes!”
He smiled, knowing how embarrassing it was for a woman of her stature to be found having sex here in the open. To the Lycans, it was not that horrible.
He got off her and sat beside her. Quickly, she grabbed the torn front of her dress together and hid behind a tree.
He put on his jeans and his shirt. Whoever was whistling, he did not seem to be heading towards them, but he did not seem to be moving away either.
He climbed up the hill and followed the source of the sound. He spotted a fair, tall and lanky man standing by a tree at a distance. By the aura surrounding him, Lior knew he wasn’t human. He was too far for him to see his face, but his stance was too familiar.
As he approached the man, he saw a face other than what he knew, but that didn’t matter. This man couldn’t hide his identity by using an Elf for a vessel.
He knew the character of an Elf in a glance. Just like this one, he had clear green eyes, fair and almost glowing complexion, yellow hair, and elongated ears that he hid underneath a black cap.
“Did my father send you?” he asked as he stood before the man.
The Elf pretended he did not know him. “Who?”
“Cut the crap, Lawfer,” he said and turned away. “Go back to Asgard if yo
u have no better things to do in here. This is Midgar. You’d be bored.”
“Hey!” Lawfer ran to walk beside him, catching up with his long strides. “You recognized me even in a vessel, huh?”
“Even if you make a vessel out of a tree, I’ll know it’s you.”
“Do I stink too much?”
“Perhaps.”
Lawfer laughed. “You know, sometimes I really wish I were a Lycan.”
“Then you would have been a slave.”
It had been a while since he had last seen Lawfer. This Aesir god was his closest friend, if not his only friend, in Asgard.
Being a hybrid of a Lycan and an Aesir, his kind was not very much appreciated. But it did not stop him from climbing the ranks of warriors until he had gained the favor of Odin. That was when the gods started to truly respect him.
But that respect that he had worked on for so many years was shred to pieces in a flash… by a woman.
“What does my father wish to tell me?” he asked and stopped to look at his old friend.
“Simple. Go back to Asgard.”
Lior sighed. “He’d asked me that twice. I’m no’ ready… No’ yet.”
Lawfer creased his eyebrows. “You crazy? You like living here? Your manner of speaking is becoming more and more terrible. And look at you.” Lawfer gave him a disdainful once over. “You’re dressed worse than our lowliest servants in Asgard.”
Lawfer was one vain god, for sure.
But he was a Lycan who couldn’t care less about trivial things such as clothes. He just wore whatever was available. “Do I have to be dressed up like a fucking peacock to take care of cows?”
“What’s a peacock?”
“It’s a Midgar-dwelling bird that looks like a pussy.”
Lawfer laughed. “I’d like to see that bird. You know how I love pussies.”
He snorted.
“Seriously, you’re a warrior, Lior, not a herder. You’re a god. You’re not supposed to be serving humans and Vampires for money. They should be serving you.”
A doze of fury threatened to explode in him, but he restrained himself. He was too familiar with this arrogance of a god. Two hundred years ago, he was also like that. “I dunna supply blood to the Vampires for money, although I need money to provide for my pack. I do it so they won’t have to kill people for blood. It keeps the peace in this world. So you see, my role here is vital.”
