by Garnet Hart
Lior was momentarily stunned when Grunt swatted Bran with one strong paw, sending Bran flying across the barren land until his back crashed against a boulder.
“Shit!” Lior snarled and positioned to take on the monster. He could have wanted to check if Bran was alright, but the enemy was right before him now.
He grimaced as he watched the drool dripping out below its snout. He should shift to his Lycan form to have the advantage of agility, but he had no time. He had to face this monster as he was… unarmed.
Grunt tried to swipe him with his deadly claws. He evaded the attack by dropping low on the ground. He tried to stand up quick, but Grunt was now charging towards him like a raging bull.
Someone jumped right in front of Grunt, momentarily distracting the monster.
A Dark Elf.
Lior stood up as the monster tried to size up its new enemy. Bran was also back on his feet.
“Blimey monster attackin’ me at me back!” Bran yelled out loud. “Ya Elf, get your butte aahhht of there and I’ll butcher that pig for me dinner!”
No one bothered to look at Bran. Their eyes were focused on Grunt.
As though Grunt realized he was outnumbered, he stepped back and quickly ran away.
“I knew it,” Bran said. “Lycans ain’t only traitors, they’re also chickens.”
“He was smart enough to know what was best for him,” someone said.
Lior followed the voice and found Lysander on his haunches over the boulder. He had not noticed the Vampire’s presence in there. “When did you come?” he asked.
“Just now,” Lysander replied, holding the Dainsleif. That could be another reason why Grunt retreated. That ancient Vampire sword could inflict major damage on any beast even if it was not as fatal on Lycans as the Grimrist. “After I heard that loud roar.”
“Hah! You’re too late for a hero,” Bran said.
“Yeah.” Lysander turned to look at the Dark Elf. “It looks like someone has stolen my heroic entrance.”
Lior followed Lysander’s gaze to see the Dark Elf. He stepped forward to greet his old friend with a hug. “This is Emyr, he’s the king of the Dark Elves and an old friend,” he told his companions.
Lysander jumped down the rock and shook the Dark Elf’s hand. “I’ve heard of you. I’ve been looking forward to have you join the Ancient Forces.”
“That’s Lysander Rochford,” Lior introduced, “the grand commander of the Ancient Forces, the union of the Dark Forces in Midgar.”
Emyr smiled. “Indeed, that’s one group we all should belong together, but the Dark Elves do not live in Midgar. We still have a land of our own, that is while we are still able to defend it from the greed of the Dwarves.”
Lysander looked around the area. He could have noticed that the land they were standing on right now was once a mountain that was mined through an open pit. “Looks like you need some help around here. But one thing I like here, the sun does not hurt me.”
“The Dwarves are smart enough to ally with the Demons,” Emyr continued. “Right now, they outnumber us three folds, and I am unable to perform my task well because of this curse.”
“What curse?” Lysander looked puzzled.
Emyr sighed. “One of these days, you will know of it.”
“You will break that curse, my friend,” Lior said.
Emyr smiled. “I believe you’re looking for the half-Elf. She’s currently under my custody.”
Lior was relieved. “Is she alright?”
“She just survived an attack from Grunt. Thanks to her captor who saved her.”
“Raith… Where’s that blasted thug?”
Emyr looked reluctant to speak. “The Demon’s dead. I came too late. Grunt killed him.”
Lior was heart-broken. Despite Raith’s betrayal, the Demon had been a very good friend for so long. They had fought a lot of battles together for a common cause. Raith had helped him so many times before, but when Raith needed his help, he was nowhere.
“I don’t believe ‘ya,” Bran said. “That Demon’s tougher than that overgrown pig.”
“Until I see his body, I won’t accept his death,” Lysander added.
“I’ve buried him,” Emyr answered.
“Where?”Lior asked. “We have to see it for ourselves.”
Emyr sighed. “You’d best leave now. The longer the songstress remains here, the more trouble we’ll have. We have enough war going on. We don’t need more.”
“Then where’s the Elf?”
Emyr nodded to his right.
Lior followed the direction and saw Asra being escorted out from behind a boulder by a pair of Dark Elf warriors. Aside from her disheveled hair and muddy dress, she looked just fine.
He was tempted to run to her, but he restrained himself. He was still a god and such act would make him look weak to everyone. But what the fuck...
He opened his arms and Asra came running towards him. She flew to him and he wrapped her in his arms, tight. He closed his eyes to feel her more, to convince himself that she was now back to him, back in his arms where she belonged.
He felt her warm tears soaking through his shirt on his chest. He held her tighter, telling her not to fear anymore because he was there to protect her, and this time, he’d never leave her out of his sight again… ever.
Asra sat inside the cabin she shared with Lior. They had not made it out of Svartalfar when the rain started to pour. The men were not worried of the rain at all, but they were worried of her, and so Emyr led them to this place where they could spend the night before journeying again the next morning.
There was no electricity in this place. The only light illuminating the room was a lamp on the table. Bran had fed her some kind of a strange fruit and she had already taken her bath. While the rest of the guys built a tent outside, she was left in this shack with Lior.
Lior came in with a basin full of steaming water. He just had a bath and was only wearing a pair of jeans. She was on his side from her view, and as she stared at his perfectly sculpted body, her hands itched to touch him.
He came to her and sat on his haunches on the floor, in front of her.
“I’ll do it,” she said when he took her foot and soaked it on the basin of warm water. Her servants used to do this for her, but she had not expected that the prince of the Lycans and a warrior of Asgard would do this for her.
“Shhh,” Lior replied and began massaging her foot, starting from the heel to the tip of her toes, rubbing away the aches and pains of her very tired, blistered feet.
She couldn’t help but smile as she watched him on his task. He was too gentle on her, as if her foot was a kind of gem that must be handled with utmost care.
Her heart pounded as she felt the love that seemed to emanate from him. She could see them in his eyes whenever he looked at her. But he was too proud to say it. A god like him would probably never dare admit his love to a human and to an Elf that they considered as mere sex slaves. But she knew he did. She could almost hear his heart calling out to her.
The pendant swaying on his chest caught her attention. She remembered what Bran told her that the pendant was offered to be bought by a wealthy art collector for a billion dollars but Lior refused the offer. She wondered why.
“Is that pendant from a special woman?”
Lior glanced at the pendant he was wearing and smiled. “Yes. She gave it to me before she....she died.”
“She...must be very special to you.”
“Of course. She’s my mother.”
“Oh.” She felt relieved. “Sorry. I thought you were talking about the woman you were once engaged with.”
He smiled teasingly. “Jealous?”
She blushed. “I thought your mother is still alive.”
“She is to me, in my heart. Always. I was only a boy when she died, but I still remember her voice.”
“How did she die?”
“I’ve no idea. My father refused to tell me. I have no memory of ever seeing her dead. She was just gone
one day. Father said she died, so I accepted it as such. But I feel her spirit from time to time and I know she is somewhere safe and nice in Asgard, watching over me.”
When he spoke like this, open and unguarded, she saw the boy that he once was and it was a precious moment she would always treasure.
She nodded as she remembered her mother that she only saw on a painting. “I never saw my mother either. She died when I was born. Perhaps her soul is somewhere in Asgard, too?”
He shook his head. “Elves dunna have souls. That’s why they’re perfect as vessels of the gods.”
“Does that mean… I don’t have a soul, as well?”
“You do have a soul, that’s why Asgard wants you, because they can have your soul in Asgard. All Songstresses are Elves. A long time ago, one Songstress was born every one hundred years. But because of the troubles they’d cause, and because Asgard could no’ benefit from them, Odin found a way to keep the Songstresses from being born. However, he probably never expected that it could come out again by crossbreeding an Elf with another race. That’s what happened to you. But among all other Songstresses, you are a special one because a human soul is within you… that’s why Odin wants you.”
“If I become a songstress of Asgard, will you come visit me?”
Lior looked into her eyes, and then looked away. “I will, but you will no’ remember me.”
“Why?”
“When you leave your physical form behind, your soul will no’ remember your life back in Midgar.”
She was unable to speak. If that was true, it meant she’d forget all about her father… and all about Lior. “Then I don’t want to be a goddess. I don’t want to forget you.”
He smiled, his grey eyes shining. “You will no’ be a goddess of Asgard, but if you wish, you can be a goddess of Vanar.”
“W-what do you mean?”
“I’ve joined forces with Garr. We have the same objective now.”
This, she didn’t expect. “Whose objective?”
“His.”
Her jaw fell in disbelief. This arrogant Lycan actually conceded?
He laughed. “I know what you’re thinking, but no matter how proud I can be, sometimes, I have to settle for whatever is best for my pack.”
“So what plans do you have for me?”
“The Dark Elf Queen is somewhere in Midgar. We have to find her.”
“She’ll teach me the chant so I can become a Dark Songstress?”
He nodded. “Garr told me you are willing to help the Lycans.”
She smiled. “I do. And we will win.”
He grinned. “I dunna want you to forget me, as well. I canna live with that.”
Her breath caught in her throat and her heart seemed to stop beating. That was as good as a declaration of his love for her. She couldn’t speak for awhile, and then she realized she was crying.
Lior raised her foot to his lips, first kissing her toes, then brushing his tongue over her blisters.
She giggled, tickled, but when she saw her wounds healing right before her eyes, she stared in awe.
Lior met her eyes and gently bit the tip of her toe, then glided his lips to her ankle. The sensation turned to a tingle that quickly spread all over her body.
He pushed the basin aside and started to massage her thigh. He kissed her leg up to her knees, until she was breathless in anticipation.
Then he spread her thighs and moved in between them. Cupping her face, he kissed her lips, so gently yet so tenderly that it took her breath away.
He pulled her underwear all the way down and threw the fabric on the floor. Then his fingers sought her entrance. At the way he smiled, she knew he liked what he just found there.
“You choose, Elf, my finger or my tongue?”
Her whole body shivered. “Both.”
Slowly, he pushed her legs higher until she had both her feet at the edge of the bed, spread wide before his hungry stare. “You’re right, I need both to eat you.”
She gasped in pleasure when he ran his tongue in between her nether lips, licking her juices, thrusting his tongue inside her drenched entrance.
She grabbed onto his hair and leaned backward to give him easier access. His thumb found her clit and began massaging the nub while his tongue eased inside her.
She whimpered in delight, but knowing there were other men around the shanty who could be listening to them, she bit down on her lower lip to suppress her moans.
“You taste so good, Elf. I’ll never get enough of this.”
She responded by thrusting her hips forward, against his greedy mouth. “Don’t stop. I’m so near.”
Faster, he strummed her clit while his tongue explored her depth, reaching places inside her that had never been touched before. But when she was ready to explode, he pulled away.
Her eyes widened in protest. “W-why?”
He smiled. “My cock or my fingers?”
The beast had to ask?! “Your cock.”
“As you wish, Elf.” He unzipped his jeans and pushed it down his legs, followed by his boxers. When he straightened up, she felt breathless as she stared at the magnificence displayed before her.
She licked her lips, mesmerized by the thickness of his maleness. The glowing head teased her taste buds. Slowly, her fingers traced every prominent vein around his shaft, measuring his size by circling her fingers around his girth and stroking it up and down with both hands.
Looking up at him, she found him watching her every move with half-opened eyes. She could tell he liked what she was doing.
Smiling wickedly, she licked the crown.
His body stiffened and he moaned.
The tip of his manhood was broad that she had to open her mouth wider to accommodate his size. But he’d taught her before how to do this and she managed to take him in, drawing another moan from him.
She began sucking him.
He grasped the sides of her head, his knuckles clenching as if he was fighting the urge to push deep inside her throat.
He tasted divine, like the god he was. If she could, she wanted all of him inside her mouth right now, but he was simply too big. Lior told her before that Elves had special abilities. They had elasticity and flexibility far better than the humans. She was determined to learn how to take all of him inside her mouth.
She pushed to take another inch of him but she was stuck right there.
He touched her throat gently, soothingly. “Relax...”
She paused, breathing evenly. Her throat relaxed.
She took another inch of him, moaning in delight. Oh, she can do this. One inch at a time...
“Gods, Elf! That feels so fucking good...!”
Just when he was easily gliding deeper, he held her head, halting her. “Elf, slow down...!”
In protest, she grazed her teeth gently around his straining shaft.
“Gods!”
Lior attempted to pull out of her mouth but her hands clamped on his behind, holding him in place.
He tried to quell his raging climax, but it completely defeated him and just spurted on its own. He grunted harshly as pleasure consumed him completely. His cum poured out like water from a blown up dam and he shook with it.
When it was finally over, reality hit him.
He tried to pull away but she held him tighter, keeping his cock right inside her mouth as she swallowed every drop of his essence.
Oh gods! His heart swelled, overwhelmed. His feelings for her went on a rampage he almost cried.
He gently pulled out of her sweet mouth and held her chin up so he could look in the eyes of the best lover he’d ever had. “You are a very naughty Elf,” he said and bent down to kiss her mouth. “I love it when you do that.”
She smiled. “Then why did you make me stop?”
Truthfully, he was afraid she’d choke on his cock but her swallowing his cum was beyond his expectations. But thank the gods, he had the perfect lover to spend eternity with if the fates would permit it. “Because it’s
my turn. But you must be quiet. The men out there are listening and they might think there’s a bloody murder going on.”
She laughed, but he sealed the sound with his lips. As his tongue lingered inside her, he pulled down the straps of her dress. He had to be patient this time. If he’d tear her dress, she’d have nothing to wear in the morning.
She was as naked as he was a few seconds later and his tongue had latched on her nipple before sucking it greedily. Gently, he pushed her to lie on the bed as his hands and mouth feasted on her breasts, drawing out soft moans of pleasure from her sweet lips.
She was short of breath as she ran her fingers on his hair and arched her body against his. He knew she wanted his cock now, but he’d like to prolong the foreplay to give her the maximum pleasure. This was to compensate her for the bliss she just gave him earlier.
“I want it now, Lior. Please, I can’t wait.”
“Oh, my Elf,” he whispered and glided one hand between her legs to test her wetness. “You are more impatient than I am.”
She smiled and nodded while moving her hands up and down his back. “Can you blame me if I want to feel you inside me all the time?”
He bit on her nipple in response. If she only knew how he liked what she said.
“Don’t make me wait longer, Lycan.”
He spread her thighs wide and positioned his cockhead right at her entrance. “Look at me while I enter you.”
She locked eyes with him and he began to thrust inside her, inch by inch, pleasure by pleasure.
“Oooohhh,” she whimpered. “You’re so big. I love how you feel inside me.”
He groaned. “So do I, Elf. Take my cock deeper. Take me all the way inside your sweet cunt.”
“Give it to me. Make me your slave once again.”
“Oh, my Elf… my sweet little Elf… You dunna know what you’re asking of me.”
“I know what I want, Lycan.”
“If that is your wish.” He withdrew a little, and then he drove deep inside her with a force that slammed her bottom hard against the bed.
Their combined moans lingered in the air.
“Yes, that’s it. Oh Lior, more!”
“Easy, Elf. I dunna want to hurt you.”
“I want more!” she mewed. “Make it hard.”
