by Garnet Hart
Oh, he felt divine. She couldn’t wait to have his hard flesh within the tight grip of her inner muscles.
“Do you want my cock now, Elf?” he whispered in her ear, taunting her.
“Damn it, yes!” she cried.
“Then promise me that you will not escape again.”
She might not oblige, but she’d lie if only he’d sate this maddening ache. “Yes! I won’t escape again!”
“Very well.” He smiled and put both his hands on her hips to keep her in place. After stroking her entrance with the tip, he rammed his throbbing, hard shaft, driving as far as it could go inside her.
She screamed while he roared out his pleasure.
She had been teased too much. His swift penetration touched something inside her channel, triggering her orgasm. Her throat locked that no air and sound managed to escape as pleasure after pleasure washed over her relentlessly.
Lior stopped moving, his grip tightening on her hips. Her muscle contractions seemed to heighten his pleasure, evidenced by his loud groans. “Open wider, Elf! My cock needs more space.”
She winced as he kept pushing forward, determined to settle his enormous size up to the hilt within her. Her orgasm had not completely ceased, but she struggled to accommodate all of him.
“You’re so big. You’re tearing me!” she complained, for she felt stretched to the limit but the sensation as he continued to push forward was incredible.
“You can take me. It’s just been a long time, Elf and you feel like a fucking virgin again but you can take me. Your body is designed to take me. And dunna tell me you’re no’ enjoying this. I can smell your arousal. You canna wait to be fucked so hard.”
Her scream echoed around the woods as he penetrated her deeper. He was impossibly too thick at the base she was sure he would tear her apart but everything felt so strangely, unbelievably good. The more he filled her, the more pleasure washed over her.
Grunting like the wolves he just scared away earlier, he lowered himself on her back, pinning her to the ground and rested his palms on each side of her shoulders. “Hold on tight, Elf. This will be rough.”
She held on to the grass she’d grasped and anticipated his brutal assault. She was not yet fully prepared when he withdrew and slammed back inside her, stretching her walls wider than ever.
“There it is, Elf! I’m almost there. Just a bit more!” He growled as he kept on drilling through the soft inner muscles that refused to give way, but it couldn’t withstand the strength and the persistence of a steel-hard flesh that wanted everything out of its way.
Finally, he was once again fully sheathed inside her, and her pleasure-filled moan whistled out in the air.
He roared out so loud in pleasure that anyone half a kilometer away could have heard it.
“I’m all the way inside you now. Do you feel it?”
Oh, definitely, she could! He was lodged inside her so tightly she could feel his every heartbeat pulsating against her inner walls. “Yes!” she cried deliriously. She was expecting excruciating pain, but the pleasure of finally having all of him inside her turned everything else into bliss.
“How does it feel?” he asked.
Her inner muscles clasped at his shaft greedily. “It’s so good! You feel divine!”
“Ah, but this is no’ for your pleasure but mine, Elf. I must punish you for running away, so the next time, you’d think twice before disobeying me again.”
He began to move, and unlike his warning, she still felt nothing else but pleasure. In fact, any little trace of pain was non-existent.
“Ooh, but this feels too good for a punishment,” she taunted him.
He held her hips firmly, and she knew she just had to prepare because this would be the real deal.
“Then take this.” He slammed hard against her.
She screamed as her dormant muscles gave way to his brutal thrust, but still, pleasure was all that she felt. “That feels good, as well.”
“Then perhaps you wouldn’t mind if I fuck you as roughly as how I fuck all the whore goddesses in Asgard,” he said and pummeled her harder, his hips slapping hard against her bottom.
This was supposed to be her punishment. She ought to feel pain, but all her senses were filled with nothing else but pleasure. The harder he thrust inside her, the more intense the sensation became.
Then she knew. “Yes, that’s it! Harder!” she urged him. “I know what you’re up to. This would have killed me in pain right now but you’re taking away the pain, aren’t you? You’re only making me feel pleasure.”
He paused and growled. “Oh, I will punish you, Elf I’ll do it all night. Tomorrow, you’d be too sore to manage to run away again.”
“Ohhh please!” she mocked him. “Do it now, now!
Probably frustrated that she was enjoying the punishment, he rode her harder than ever, reaching the deepest recesses that he had never touched before.
She stiffened, holding her breath as she felt the tip of his flesh came in contact with what seemed like the end point of her channel. Suddenly, her inner muscles constricted and without warning, her juices exploded. She almost fainted in ecstasy. He did not stop. He kept on ramming inside her, aiming right on that spot that seemed to trigger her orgasm every contact he made, keeping her shivering endlessly.
“Ohhhh god!” she almost sobbed as she clutched the grass for support. She could not stop coming. She was practically squirting her juices down her legs, but he didn’t slow down. He just kept on plowing into her, hell-bent on punishing her by drowning her in pleasure until she could not take any more.
This was bliss beyond anything else, but now she knew that too much of it could be as deadly as the claws of this sex-starved beast. He just had to stop right now or this raging pleasure would drive her insane.
“Enough!” she breathed weakly.
“Promise me you won’t run away again.”
“No... I can’t promise.”
He stopped and wrapped an arm around her waist while he lowered his body on her back. His heat was comforting. She sighed and closed her eyes to savor his closeness.
“D’you no’ want it anymore?” he asked teasingly and licked the back of her ear.
She bit down on her lower lip, resisting the temptation. She thought she’d be glad if he’d pull out of her, but when he started to, her body cried out in protest. “No,” she said, fearing it would be the end of this exquisite bliss. “Stay right there,” she ordered.
He obeyed, to her great relief. “I thought you said enough?”
“I lied. I want you again.”
“Beg me.”
In another time, she would die before she’d beg him for anything, but not right now. Damn this Lycan! What did he do to her body that she couldn’t stop wanting him? She couldn’t get enough of him. “I want you as deep as you were. Please,” she added.
“First, promise me you won’t run away again.”
“No.”
He suddenly drove back in, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside her. “Yes! Yes, I don’t wish to run away again… not ever! ”
Slowly, he withdrew and drove back in again, aiming only for that perfect spot that utterly mystified her.
As though he’d read her thoughts, he said, “This,” he thrust deeply into her, “is another pleasure spot that only elves have, and it is so deep inside your body that only a cock of my size can reach.”
She held tighter on to the grass as he kept hitting that spot. Her own body was still very much a mystery to her and Lior was her first and only lover, but in the midst of this mindless pleasure, she could not care less what it was. She loved how he was moving inside her...so slow and sure and perfect and she was dying for more.
He increased his speed again until she was once again gasping and mewing, headed for another release.
But he paused again, leaving her on the precipice.
She growled like an animal. So, THIS was the punishment he meant. Torturing her for every orgasm.
He took her harder just the way she wanted it, the force of his thrusts jarring her entire frame.
She whimpered incoherent words as her biggest orgasm came spiraling out of control.
He held her tighter and he too shuddered behind her, his deep guttural groans echoing around her. She felt his hot fluid lavishly spurting inside her.
It felt like an eternity before the waves of passion finally ceased. She could have collapsed on the ground as her elbows and knees softened like jelly, but he kept his arms around her, holding her in place against his body.
“Do you want more?” he asked.
Hell, no. I’ve had too much, her mind was saying, but her body was saying otherwise.
“I told you I’m no’ stopping.” He began thrusting again. “I’m going to fuck you until morning just as I said until this cunt is too sore to run away from me.”
Amazingly, he was still as hard as steel, as though he had not attained release just a few seconds ago.
“You’re impossible,” she replied but did not resist even when his fingers found their way to strum her clit again.
She moaned. Lior never failed to make her give in to him no matter how tired she was. “Let me see you.”
He pulled out of her and turned her around.
Her eyes widened at the sight of his still throbbing, hard flesh. It looked even thicker now, and longer. That explained how it reached that depth of her that she never even knew existed.
“You are still very hard,” she said.
“That will remain hard for you the whole night, Elf. Now open wide and let me in again.”
She did as he asked and mewed when he slipped back inside her. Sighing in gratification, he lowered his head to devour her breasts.
He moaned and grunted as he sucked wetly on her nipples, all the while thrusting inside her.
She was instantly in a state of delirium again.
Rochford Park, Essex
“Gustavo told me you’re opting for a Hollywood project this time,” Lysander, who was sitting to his right said and took a sip from his cup of tea.
Lior took his eyes off the vase of white roses at the center of the living room, right in front of the long couch where he was seated. He just noticed that everytime he came to Lysander’s house, he always saw the same kind of flowers on that spot. “Quite ambitious for a rookie,” he answered, “but it’s worth a shot.”
“What for? You have hundreds of cattle roaming around. The whole island is practically yours.”
That was not exactly true, but almost.
“My people are growing in number. I need to buy more land for them to stay.”
“You’re a billionaire. You can afford to.”
“Yes, but a few billions would eventually run dry.”
“Your investments are all doing fine according to Gustavo.”
Lior frowned. Was this Vampire playing dumb? “Living here in Midgar is very limiting and costly than in Vanar.”
For a moment, Lysander was quiet, and then he shrugged. “But that doesn’t explain the fact that you’re working harder than the rest of us yet you live like a pauper.”
Lior sighed. Unlike Lysander who liked roaming Midgar with all his human luxury toys, he wanted just a simple life, tending to his ranch.
His ranch in the Isle of Skye was very private and he liked to keep it that way. As much as possible, he didn’t want other Lycans disturbing his peace and quiet, except for the ranch hands who helped him with herding the cattle. He liked solitude.
His pack were spread all over Skye with their own houses and properties, which he provided from the earnings of his stakes in various giant corporations in Europe. A lot of male Lycans worked in those companies he partly owned but most opted to be Lycan soldiers, a force he had discreetly created and maintained here in Midgar for whatever purposes it may serve his race in the future. These soldiers and their families all depended on him for their livelihood.
“I have no use for human luxuries. I have a big family. We Lycans live as packs, and it is my obligation, as their leader, to see through their needs first than mine.”
“And what do they do? They’re not useless, are they?”
“I have over three thousand Lycans to take care of. Although many work for my companies and have their own businesses, as well, they still rely upon me for the most part for their survival. I feed most of them, shelter them, clothe them, and I pay them. I give them as much luxury as I could so they won’t have to seek to live outside my premises.”
Though he trusted Lysander, there was still a part of him that hesitated in divulging the extent of his force.
“I guess you Lycans have more human traits in you than us Vampires. You need to eat human food. We only need blood.”
He nodded. “Tending to the cattle at the ranch alone is hard work. The cattle must remain healthy or they will no’ withstand the regular blood suction to supply your endless demand of blood.”
“Well, just like you, we are also growing in number.”
“That is why I need more land to put more animals into.”
Lysander shrugged. “Point taken. Okay, you wanna make more money? How would you like working with a promising Hollywood superstar that I know?”
That caught his interest. “Who’d that be?”
Lysander smiled. “This is one I highly recommend. He sure would hit the blockbuster once this movie is released. His name is Brent Russel.”
Lior nodded. “And where is that promising talent of yours?”
“Brent Russel is just a screen name he chose. It’s Bran actually.”
Lior was dumbfounded. Was this vampire humoring him? “What did you say?”
“You heard me. Bran will be your lead actor for a high budget western movie.”
“That asshole?! An actor?!” Lior exclaimed in disbelief. “Are you nuts?!”
Lysander shrugged. “He wants to be one. He got obsessed with Clint Eastwood movies lately and now he wants to become an actor.”
“Clint Eastwood?”
“Yup, and he wants to do a remake of The Dollar Trilogy.”
“Oh really? Western movies have been out of the market thirty years ago. What is he thinking?”
“It’s Bran. Whatever he decides, he sticks to it.”
“Then let him produce his own movie. I am no’ wasting a pound for a delusional wannabe. I’d rather donate the money to some human orphanage, or maybe burn it. Yeah, I’d rather burn it.”
Lysander stroked his forehead. “I’ll provide the budget. You just have to act as the producer. You’ll get a cut from the profits of course.”
“Why don’t you just produce it yourself?”
“I can’t. I’ve decided to lay low from now on. I don’t want added media attention.”
“So do I. That’s why I’ve chosen to live in an isolated island. Or haven’t you noticed?”
Lysander sighed. “But that has changed since you’ve decided to be a producer. Besides, it’s good business.”
“You believe that meathead can be a movie star? You’ve lost your mind.”
“He could be. We’ve hired a good director. He’s huge in Hollywood and he is one of us. The script is still in the works but we’ve hired the best in the business for that, too. We just have to find a PR expert who will generate good publicity for Bran, pay people to set up his interviews on television shows and shit like that.”
“And how much should we spend for all of that?”
“Probably around two hundred million US dollars.”
“With that money, I can buy three thousand acres of land. I’m no’ about to throw that away over a delusional Clint Eastwood wannabe. Get an already famous actor and I’m in. I’m not letting my money get flushed down the fucking toilet just to humor that walking piece of joke.”
Lysander sighed. “Will you cut him some slack?”
He snorted. “He doesn’t need any.’
“As I sa
id, the money is on me. Your name as the producer is all we need.”
“It’s no’ about the money. It’s just that it’s plain stupid. He just woke up from the Middle Ages, and now he wants to be an actor in this century? I thought he wanted to be the US President?”
“That’s true, and so the biography of Arnold Schwarzenegger took his interest, and he wants to follow his footsteps to earn fame and eventually run for the election.”
“And you actually support that?”
Lysander sighed. “Lior, if being an actor gives him the reason to live longer, then let’s give it to him. Someday soon, he’d come to his senses and realize his madness. Or who knows if he could actually be the next president. He is Bran, the former grand commander of the ancient forces. He was not always as what he is now. But he could be his old self again.”
Lior took a moment to ponder. “He really wants to be an actor?”
“He does. He speaks about it everyday. He practices how Clint Eastwood acts and speaks. It’s better than watching him loitering around with women every night and thinking about how he’d end his miserable life. Let’s give him this chance. It might bring him happiness and the will to live again.”
Lior sighed. “Fine, but why western?”
“I don’t know. He’d decided about it.”
Lior rubbed his palms down his face as he heaved a deep sigh. He couldn’t believe the delusion of that bloody prat. “Western movies would require him to shoot under the sun on horses. Does he want to get fried?”
“Bran has the superior capacity to last a while under the sun. We can do the other scenes under the shades. The director will work on that. But there’s one big problem. He wants Clint Eastwood in the movie.”
They heard footsteps coming. When Lior turned in that direction, he saw Bran walking proudly in full cowboy attire, exactly like the outfit of Clint Eastwood in his western movies. He even had two pistols hanging from his belt.
Lysander was bloody right. This moron was obsessed to be another Clint Eastwood. It was only a year ago when he was as ignorant like a medieval man transported to the present. Now, he’s got style, but unfortunately, outdated for decades now.
