by Garnet Hart
“Relax, Elf. Trust me, I’m good at this.”
But that was not what she was afraid of. She feared that he might see the moisture that had soaked her panties wet.
And he did.
After cutting her underwear at the sides, he pulled the garment using the tip of the sword and lifted it up for both of them to see.
Her face could have burst in flames when she saw the huge wet patch on her purple lingerie.
Smiling with satisfaction, he dropped the fabric on the floor and returned his eyes in between her legs, his gaze smoldering with lust.
“Stop embarrassing me,” she ordered.
“You should be proud. I love women who are easily aroused. As you can see, I’m already hard as steel.”
She clamped her thighs together, but some wickedness within her wanted her to open it for him.
He smiled and dropped the sword on the floor before rising to his feet. “You are most beautiful when you are naked, Elf. Do you want to see me naked, as well?”
Even when she didn’t answer, he shed off his jacket and started to unbutton his shirt. She wanted to turn her head away, but she failed to fight the urge to look.
He removed his shirt. Her mouth watered. Her fingers itched to touch the thin patch of hair in between his muscled pecs, and stroke the ridges on his abdomen. From his wide shoulder blades that tapered into a narrow waist, he was a combination of strength and sensuality. A line of hair started just below his navel down to his belly. She knew where the line was heading, but his trousers ended her visual exploration. She waited for him to discard his trousers, but he didn’t move.
She looked up to his face and found him smiling, as though amused at the way she was staring at him.
“I know you want to see more, but if I give you that, you’ll be begging to suck my cock, and that’s not what I have in mind tonight.”
“Stop teasing me.”
It made his grin wider. “If you say so,” he said and reached behind her.
Suddenly, her hands were free.
She did not move. She was still unsure of what he had in mind.
He held her hand and pulled her up. She followed him. Then she realized he was moving her toward where he had hanged the chain.
“No!” she yelled and tried to wriggle free but he held her wrists firmly.
As easily as he would a small child, he’d bound her wrists again in front of her and then he pulled the chain, raising her arms high until only her feet touched the floor.
Her body was trembling as he settled on the bed right in front of her. His eyes were now on level with her breasts.
The bastard surveyed his handiwork with a wicked smile. She had never been in this kind of embarrassing position before.
“Perhaps I should take a photo of you right now.”
“Bastard!” She tried to kick him but he caught her leg. That was a mistake. She just put herself in a more helpless position.
He smiled and moved her leg sideways, exposing her to his view. She tried to pull her foot off his grip, but his fingers around her ankle were stronger than steel.
She was burning in shame when he further moved her leg upward until he was satisfied of the view. Then slowly, his free hand reached to touch between her legs.
Her body jerked when she felt one finger flip her swollen nub. He moved it in circles, teasing her, arousing her further until she was shaking.
She suppressed a moan. She must not give him the satisfaction. Never.
But when another finger teased her entrance, she knew she was losing it. If he kept that up, she would come any moment.
“Let me see how wet you are for me,” he murmured and before she could realize what he meant, she felt him insert one finger inside her.
She bit on her lower lip. She could try all she could to convince herself that she was being molested against her will, but she knew very well that her body was taking pleasure from everything he was doing to her. She loved the way his thumb caressed her clit and the way his long finger was thrusting in and out of her drenched entrance.
“Stop this,” she ordered.
“Stop fighting, Elf. You love it. Your body is yielding to my touch. See how wet you are.”
The metal cuff was hurting her wrists, but she couldn’t stop wriggling against them as she fought for a way to get her out of this delirious torture.
“If you don’t stop, I’ll scream.”
“Go ahead. The pilots are the only ones here aside from us. They’re in the cockpit. They will no’ hear you.”
He added another finger, raising the pleasure to another level and she could feel her orgasm nearing.
Oh, how was it possible that he could reduce her to this so easily? Knowing how futile it was to keep on struggling, she finally gave in to the pleasure. She closed her eyes tight and relaxed her inner muscles. He was able to ease his fingers deeper.
“That’s right, Elf,” he whispered. “Relax and enjoy.”
“Release me. I want to touch you, too.”
“No, Elf. You’ll see the pleasure is more intense when you’re restrained.”
She did not restrain the moan that broke out of her lips. Even if she tried, it was impossible, for her whole body was shivering now.
Her climax was within her reach.
Suddenly, he pulled his fingers out of her.
“No!” she whimpered and opened her eyes. She found him standing before her, smiling.
“Have you forgotten that you are no’ supposed to come while my cock’s no’ inside you yet?” he said and caressed her cheek with his fingers. Slowly, he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her deeply, his tongue hot and wicked inside her mouth.
A minute later, he released her mouth. While he gave her time to breathe, she felt his fingers rolling both her nipples, exciting her further, arousing her to a fevered degree.
His palm stroked the length of her spine all the way to her buttocks, squeezing the cheeks, igniting sensations all over her.
Then her nipple was deep in the warmth of his mouth, suckling from it like a baby. For several minutes, he devoured her breasts alternately while hand was flicking her clit while two fingers continued stretching her entrance...until she was on the verge of coming again.
But he knew her body too well. Before her orgasm could burst, he knew exactly when to stop, depriving her of the release she badly wanted.
“Damn you!” she cried when she could no longer bear the ache.
“Oh darling. Does that mean you want more?”
He knelt before her and his face was right in front of her mound. He continued to stroke her with two digits while he strummed her clit.
Again, he sent her higher and higher, and stopped just before she was about to climax. She sobbed in agony now.
She felt something else flipping her clit. She opened her eyes and looked down. He had replaced his fingers with his tongue.
He paused and smiled at her while he parted her nether lips with his fingers so he could see what was inside. “So pink.” He ran his tongue in between the folds.
She shivered and arched her hips against his mouth. He moaned, the vibration sending her frantic. Then he moved lower, until he found her entrance and stabbed his tongue inside her.
She ground her hips, urging him to stab deeper and faster, but he meant to torment her endlessly. He knew that spot where he could make her come instantly but he avoided it deliberately.
“What should I do for you to stop this?” she cried.
He withdrew his tongue from inside her and looked up to her. “Just beg me to fuck you and I will oblige.”
Asra swallowed the lump in her throat. She wanted to scream at him to go to hell, but right now, her need was urgent and desperate. She just had to come or she’d go crazy. “Please… f-fuck me,” she forced the words out.
Smiling smugly, he rose to his feet and touched her cheek. “Hard or gentle?”
“Anyway you want, damn you!”
“That’s no’
an answer. It’s either hard or gentle.”
“Hard. And make me come.”
Satisfied with her answers, he removed the rest of his clothes.
She swallowed at the sight of his manhood spearing diagonally upwards. He was so aroused, the tip already glistening with his fluids. His shaft looked thicker than she remembered.
Slowly, he turned her around to face the big mirror on the wall that reflected them from head to toe. Standing behind her, he massaged her breasts and strummed her clit until all shame dissolved from her system, until she no longer cared if the mirror was capturing everything he was doing to her.
She just wanted to feel him inside her… to be filled by him until she could finally release the fire that was threatening to consume her, along with her sanity.
“Lior, please, you’re killing me!” she sobbed.
“Look at us. Don’t blink,” he commanded.
He stopped teasing her and lifted her legs up, spreading them. She gasped at the picture they made in the mirror. Underneath her open entrance, he positioned the wide head of his cock, ready to pierce her.
“Look how small you are, Elf,” he whispered in her ear. “I can tear you apart if I want to, but if you tell me the location of Garr’s headquarters, I’ll treat you gently.”
Asra had not expected that even in the midst of this ecstasy, he was thinking of extracting a confession from her. She did not really know the answer to his question. She could only guess. Garr had never told her the location of the Invictus’ headquarters.
“I don’t know.”
As she said those words, Lior entered her. Like a thick spear had pierced her, she screamed at the initial shock of penetration. But there was no pain, only the pressure of being stretched abruptly by his thickness. But after that, there was only relief and bliss of finally being filled.
“You still dunna know?” he asked.
She shook her head.
Again, he speared through her, his thickness tearing through her tight flesh. But she was too aroused to mind his roughness, too desperate to hit her release.
“Deeper,” she demanded. “I want you deeper!”
He laughed. “Open your eyes then. I want you to watch while I fuck you hard.”
She obeyed. As their eyes met in the mirror, he began to withdraw, then pushed back deeper inside her.
“Ooooh!”
“Look at my cock entering you, Elf.”
She couldn’t look away even if she wanted to. The sight was just too riveting--his thick shaft stretching her, as inch by inch of his flesh disappeared inside her.
That quickly sent her over the edge. Her juices poured out of her shuddering body, coating him for a smoother entry.
“Ah, that’s right,” he groaned. “Keep coming. I love how you squeeze me when you come. It’s incredible.”
“More,” she demanded, still swimming in her rapture. “I want all of you.”
“As you wish.” He rammed inside her to the hilt.
She keened as her orgasm went on and on.
He kept driving in and out of her relentlessly.
She kept her eyes at the mirror, watching in awe as he took her like a beast. The erotic sight was enough to arouse her anew. In a matter of seconds, she was moving with him, urging him to hit her harder and deeper.
“Shit, you’re gonna make me come too soon.”
She smiled. “You should.”
“Then you will come with me,” he said and reached for her clit. He drove into her with upward thrusts, taking her higher and higher to the edge of another climax.
“Oh no!” She stiffened and could not believe she was on the brink of another orgasm, even more explosive than her first.
His strokes were now hard and deep, jarring her entire frame, his gruff moans and grunts surrounding her.
She exploded.
This could have broken all his restraint and she heard him moan harshly as he shuddered behind her, spilling streams of hot fluid deep inside her, the pressure too strong that it hit her walls like another push of his cock.
Drained, she fell back against him. She was glad he was strong enough to hold her limp body.
Her heart was bursting out of her chest and it was not only because of the incredible bliss she just shared with him, but because she wanted to tell him something so badly.
“I love you,” she whispered.
She felt him stiffen.
Asra wished to take back those words, but it was too late.
To save herself from shame and humiliation, she pretended to sleep.
She thought he’d leave her alone, but after he unlocked her cuffs and put her to bed, he lay down beside her and held her close. She let him, even as her eyes became moist with tears and her throat hurt.
He had just pleasured her again beyond her wildest imaginings, but how come she felt bereft and abandoned? Her heart ached with it she could hardly breathe.
She knew why.
This was all they would ever have together.
Nothing more.
And it was killing her. After everything he had done to her, after all his betrayal, she loved him even more now than she did before.
Chapter 20
Lior knocked twice on Asra’s bedroom door but she never responded. It had been two days since they arrived here in Ukraine, but Asra had remained sulking in her room.
Nobody knew but Gustavo and Lysander that he owned a large parcel of land in this country. He had found this place five hundred years ago when he had first set foot in Midgar. As a god, he felt he deserved the best place to stay while he was here. So he built himself a castle with a tower where he can have a perfect view of the river nearby. Up there, no one would be able to get through without being spotted.
He had assigned a few of his trusted men to watch over this castle while he stayed in Skye. The men got bored and decided to join the military. Two centuries and several identities later, they were all decorated soldiers with high ranks.
They could have all climbed to the highest rank possible if they wanted to but he had advised them to maintain a low profile or they’d risk being exposed. One general and two ministers in the present Ukrainian government were enough to give him easy access to this country. But it took more influence to get to his castle located in the middle of the rebel stronghold in the east. A few officials of the present rebellion were Lycans, too.
He wasn’t sure if hiding the Elf in this place was his best option, but it was the most strategic place to defend the songstress. By now Garr had probably mobilized his whole army to get Asra back, but they wouldn’t dare come in these parts. Garr had to go through the wrath of the rebels before he can even reach him. The Lycan pack in Ukraine was certainly in his corner and not Garr’s.
He on the other hand flew straight here on short notice. His own army was still in Skye and they had yet to be informed of what was happening.
Shit. Garr was really fucking up all his well-laid plans.
Several videos, taken by the reporters at the police station in Las Vegas, where Asra was caught with her protruding ears, had gone viral all over the internet. Now, even the humans were all looking for the strange woman with pointed ears that mysteriously disappeared. It was a good thing the castle didn’t have television sets or internet. If she learned her little spectacle was conquering all media networks and had hit a record breaking one billion views on Youtube, it would freak her out completely.
He had too many enemies now. Even if the Ancient Forces would lend their help, it might provoke a war among different realms. Humanity would be endangered, and if that happened, Odin would surely come down to protect those who praised him. Ragnarok, or the end of the world as the seers had foretold, might happen too early.
Slowly, he pushed the door open and found her lying on her bed. Her back was on him, and by the movement on her shoulders, he knew she was sobbing quietly.
“Dinner’s ready,” he said but she didn’t budge.
Since they arrived in Uk
raine, she had been cold as ice towards him. After their passionate encounter on the plane, after hearing her say those words to him, that she loved him, she had withdrawn unto herself.
It was killing him, her total silence. He knew the depth of the pain that she was trying to hide inside her.
She loved him.
Oh gods, the joy he’d felt when he heard her say those words. It was like the gates of Valhalla had opened up for him. He understood how she felt, alright.
She hated herself for loving him. For loving the man who’d deceived and betrayed her in the past. For loving him still knowing he would deliver her to her death soon.
He understood her totally. For he was feeling the same. His heart had been filled with grief watching how broken she was and he could not take it any longer. The more he saw her like this, the more his heart was breaking.
He took a few long strides towards the bed and pulled her shoulder, rolling her on her back.
Annoyed, she quickly got up and shoved his hands away.
“Leave me alone! I don’t want to eat.”
“Go take a shower and join me downstairs.”
“Never! I might as well die!”
He grabbed her face with two hands and forced her to look into his eyes. “Do you hate me?”
Her defiant eyes were glistening with tears. “You dare ask me that? Why shouldn’t I hate you? Everyday, I’m hating you more. And I’m so tired of hating you.”
He released her and settled beside her on the bed. “Have you forgotten that you are a MacLeod? A MacLeod does no’ succumb to defeat.”
She laughed sarcastically. “How odd for you to say that. You, who are planning to deliver me to my death in Alfheim?”
His heart ached with regret. Gods!
“Elf…”
“No. Do not attempt to convince me that my death would be an honorable one. Because we both know it isn’t. It is for your god’s self-serving interest, and yours, too. Do not try to fool me anymore, Lycan.”
He sighed deeply. “You have a place right here, Elf. Is this castle no’ good enough for you?”
He wondered if Asra even realized that she was now in one of the most magnificent castles ever built in Midgar.
