by Garnet Hart
He grinned and plunged deeper inside her, his pubes brushing against her sensitized clit. She screamed, stretching her neck as she pressed her head against the bed in an attempt to let go of this maddening bliss.
He loved watching her in such a state. He wanted to give her more. Her pleasure was his own, as well.
“I love you.”
He froze. Those words, she just said them again.
His heart swelled bigger with joy but pain slashed through him at the same time. What must he tell in her response? Even if he felt the same for her, telling her so would only break her heart more in the end.
He waited for her to open her eyes so he could see if she meant what she said, but she kept them closed. He understood. She was embarrassed of the words she had carelessly uttered in the midst of pleasure. Instead, she circled her arms on his back and urged him to continue.
Slowly, he withdrew his cock out of her, and then plunged back in with a force that sent her screaming in wild abandon. The men outside could have heard her, but it did not matter to him anymore. He liked to give this Elf all the pleasure that she wanted.
“Don’t stop! Oh don’t ever stop!” she cried in delirium.
He felt the delicious pressure in his balls again. “Come with me, Elf. I’m so near.”
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she accepted all his brutal thrusts as her cries of joy mingled with his grunts. He hit his peak. His muscles flexed and his seed jetted out more lavishly than it did in her mouth.
She came just in time to join him, arching her body closer to his as she surrendered herself to ecstasy.
He collapsed on top of her, gasping in utter satisfaction. Soon, her breathing regulated, and he knew that she had fallen asleep.
He moved to lie beside her, pulling her closer to him, her breasts against his chest.
Her declaration of love echoed in his mind. Tears welled in his eyes once again as he felt his own heart breaking.
Holy gods, he wanted to love her back. He knew that would make her happier than anything else… but he could not. Not now. Probably not ever.
Chapter 26
“Hey, Lior,” Lysander, who was folding the tent they had slept in, called. “Could you take a look at Emyr over there? He’s been pissing there for half an hour. Unless he’s got Gonorrhea…if they have that here in Svartalfar...”
Lior turned to look at the direction Lysander had pointed. He passed through the bush and saw Emyr standing before a tree. Indeed, he was pissing, but something seemed not right with him.
He approached Emyr and tapped his shoulder. He felt a stone instead. He was startled, but then he remembered that this Dark Elf was cursed.
“Holy piss!” Bran exclaimed as he appeared beside him from out of nowhere. “Even his piss has frozen.”
Lior looked down and realized Bran was right. Emyr’s hard prick, along with his piss had turned into stone. “Damn it, Emyr! Why did you choose to turn into stone in that position?”
Bran looked at him. “This Dark Elf is a stone?”
“Hey, you three,” Lysander called out. “What’s keeping you there? Let’s go.”
Lior turned and saw Lysander and Asra standing behind them. “We’ll have to leave Emyr behind.”
Lysander’s brows met at the center. “What the...?! Is that a statue?”
“It’s Emyr. He just turned into stone.”
“What?!” Lysander came forward to see it for himself. “Holy Hell! What the bloody hell happened to him?”
Lior sighed. “It’s a curse. A dark sorcerer cursed him centuries ago. He turns to stone for most of the year.”
Lysander’s mouth was agape. “Really? It sounds like the silly tale of Sleeping Beauty to me.”
“Then perhaps a kiss would break the curse.” Bran turned to Asra. “Hey, lassie, come over here and kiss this prick.”
Asra looked horrified. She shook her head.
“This is no fairy tale, you idiots,” Lior scolded. “Let’s cover him and we go.”
“What if he’d break?” Bran asked.
“That’s his problem.” Lior started chopping tree branches with his sword and covered Emyr with it. Lysander helped as well, while Bran kept staring at Emyr’s groin.
“Not bad,” Bran nodded. “He could make a whore scream with his package, except that he’s still got that awful nightcap.”
Lysander slapped a branch at Bran. “Quit comparing your dick with everyone else’s. Let’s go.”
Lior stepped out of the bushes and held Asra’s hand.
“Are you sure he’ll be fine here?” she asked.
“He will. His men will find him in a short while. They’ll bring him back to their encampment.”
Asra did not say anything more, but he could tell from the look on her face that she still had so many questions, but she chose to keep it to herself.
It was probably better that way. The more that she learned of the things beyond human knowledge, the more that she’d get confused.
Together, they started walking, with Lysander following closely behind them.
“Hey, Bran!” Lysander yelled. “Leave his dick alone! Let’s go!”
Lior looked over his shoulder and found Bran with his nose on Emyr’s crotch. “What the… Are you sucking his dick?”
Bran quickly straightened and shot him a hard stare.
“I’m not a cocksucker like you. I just made him a real man.”
Lior’s eyes widened in horror when Bran raised a knife in his hand. That knife belonged to Emyr. The bastard had once again taken something that did not belong to him.
“Bloody hell! Have you gone mad?!” Lysander bellowed.
Bran pushed the knife in its sheathe hanging on his waist and joined them.
“Did you just circumcise him?” Lior asked.
“Gotta make him a man. It’s hygienic, too.”
“Bloody hell, he’s gonna hunt you down the moment he wakes up,” Lysander warned.
“And cut off your dick,” Lior continued.
Bran snickered. “Nah, that Elf will thank me for getting rid of his nightcap.”
Lior shook his head. “Let’s get going!”
For half a day, they walked without stopping, until Lior noticed Asra was already exhausted. They rested for an hour and Bran found another strange fruit which he fed her. To Lior’s amazement, Bran seemed to know the edible fruits from the poisonous ones.
Finally, they found the tree of Yggdrasil. For an hour or so, they traveled through the mazes inside the tree until they found the way out to Midgar.
As they stepped out, the tree suddenly shrunk back to its bonsai size. Asra looked terrified, but she chose not to say a word.
Lior smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, to let her know that he was there for her. That seemed to relieve her and she rested her head on his chest.
He heard some movements from behind the bushes.
“Keep your guard up,” Lysander cautioned them.
“I thought you took care of these nuisances,” Bran complained.
“I did.”
“Then why are they still here?”
“How the hell would I know?” Lysander snapped.
“Words could have spread by now,” Lior interrupted. “These Demons could catch gossip faster than the wind.”
“Lior, get Asra out of here. We’ll take care of this,” Lysander said.
“Are you sure you can handle them all? We canna tell how many of them are here.”
“I can…” Lysander paused as he riveted his gaze around as if he could see through the bushes. “Around thirty.”
“That’s a lot.”
“Heh, leave it to me,” Bran replied. “I’ll butcher these hounds of Hel back to Nifel.”
Lior went to the bushes where he’d hidden his gun and picked up his Uzi-Pro. He was glad he chose this submachine gun from his weapons arsenal for this trip. It was designed to kill humans by the volume. He’d never had any real use for Midgar weapons
until now. Bullets cannot kill Lycans and Demons but they can surely hurt like arrows. Better than arrows. Way faster than ordinary swords.
Bran had the MacLeod sword in his hands ready for action. He knew how this Vampire fought with swords. Mean. Very mean. Not even him would like to fight Bran.
He didn’t need to look at Lysander to know he was already wielding his legendary sword, the Dainsleif, a very powerful weapon that can easily kill Demons, Vampires and Lycans.
Lior sighed and held Asra close. “Alright, let’s go.”
“Hey, cowfucker,” Bran called out to him. “If things go rough and you think there’s no way out, there’s only one thing left for you to do.”
It looked like the prick was going to say something serious this time. “What?”
Bran sighed. “Tear off the Elf’s tongue. That will kill the songstress in her.”
Bewildered, Lior turned to Asra. Fright flushed all over her face as she stared at Bran with wide-opened eyes.
There was no way he could do that to her. He cared so much for this Elf. Mutilating a precious part of her would kill him a thousand times.
“Lior, stop daydreaming and get her out of here,” Lysander reminded him.
Lior grabbed Asra’s arm and pulled her away.
The ground suddenly vibrated with heavy footsteps.
Lysander was probably mistaken. They were not dealing with only thirty creatures but hundreds.
They ran as fast as they could, but the Elf could not keep up with his speed. She was gasping for breath in exhaustion in no time. He had to stop to give her time to rest. “Are you alright, Elf?”
She nodded, even though she apparently was not.
The heavy tramp of feet was coming closer.
They needed to get out of this place. “I’ll carry you,” he said and swept her over his shoulder and ran again.
A company of Temple Guards wearing Odin’s colors suddenly blocked his way. He stopped and lowered Asra to the ground.
So, Odin had finally sent his Midgar minions to get him. And his friend Lawfer, too.
“Lord Odin has lost trust in you,” Lawfer said in a grave tone. “Hand over to us the songstress and we’ll take the responsibility of bringing her to Alfheim.”
“There’s no safe entrance to Alfheim. They’re all guarded by the Demons and Lycans,” he said.
“I know you’re the one who told the Lycans about the portal that I repaired,” Lawfer said in an accusing tone, “but there’s another one.”
Lior had not anticipated that.
“Now, hand us the Elf,” Lawfer demanded.
He shook his head. “She is under my custody.”
“It’s an order from lord Odin.”
“I dunna care.”
Lawfer looked shocked. “You dare defy your lord’s order?”
“I would if I have to.”
He and Lawfer drew their guns at the same time. But the Temple Guards had levelled their machine guns on him, too. He was outnumbered but he had his Lycan speed and strength for advantage over these mortals.
“I don’t want to you hurt you, Lior, but In the name of Odin, we will have no choice but to kill you if you do not hand her to us,” Lawfer said in a pained voice.
He didn’t want to hurt Lawfer too, but he would kill the Temple Guards if he had to. But before he can kill all of them, they’d still be able to fire some bullets. That was what he was afraid of. Asra might get hurt in the midst of crossfire.
A pack of Lycans suddenly appeared and jumped the Temple Guards, attacking them like helpless preys in the hands of savages. Lior was dumbstruck. He saw Garr among the combatants. “Lord Lior! Get her out of here!”
Lior grabbed Asra’s arm but it was too late.
The Demons had arrived.
The fight between the Lycans and the Temple Guards halted, and everyone stepped back as the battalion of Demons approached.
The Demons had surrounded them, and he wasn’t sure what happened to Bran and Lysander. It looked like Raith’s father had ordered all his forces here in Midgar for the sole task of taking the songstress.
Lawfer blew a horn. Suddenly, several portals appeared where a few hundreds of Light Elven Warriors came running out.
Lior pulled Asra to his front and held her close. She was already in shock, trembling in fear. He was really afraid now, too. Even with his Alpha strength, he had no chance against the size of his enemies’ forces.
With a collective battle cry, the Demons charged at the Light Elves and Temple Guards.
Bullets, arrows and swords clashed. Shouts of rage and screams of pain rent the air.
Lior capitalized on the commotion to escape with Asra. He had just shifted to his Lycan form when a Demon attacked him. Fuck, he was a big Lycan but this
Demon towered over him! It must be their commander.
The Demon swung his sword at him. He thrust his claws to deflect the blows while covering Asra. The strength of this Demon was unlike anything he’d encountered before. He was handicapped as he used his other arm to cover Asra while the other deflected the slice of the Demon’s sword. The Demon was very fast. Faster than him.
Garr appeared beside him and faced the Demon. The old Lycan growled at him to run with Asra.
Lior hoisted a screaming Asra on his back and leaped his way over the battlefield. He stepped over bodies that fell to the ground, their blood spilling on the soil. Lycans who came to help him were being slaughtered right before his very eyes. His heart broke. The lives of his people had been wasted too much and for far too long. And he knew, there was no safe place within the chaos of this forest that was quickly turning into a bloody carnage.
He stopped running and lowered Asra back on the ground. Deadly arrows flew in the air. More Lycans fell wounded to the ground. They were totally overpowered.
In a few more minutes, this forest would be full of corpses. The Demons would triumph. Garr’s forces and the Temple Guards would be annihilated. The Light Elves would lose many warriors but would later retaliate.
The Demon Commander was charging towards him again. In that moment, he must do what he needed to do. For the good of all the races and for this senseless battle to come to an end, he had to eliminate the point of their contention. With tears welling in his eyes, he turned Asra’s face and forced her jaws open.
His sharp claws went inside her mouth. In a blink, his hand was up in the air, holding a piece of bloody flesh that he’d cut out of Asra’s mouth.
The songstress’ tongue.
“Is this what you came here for?!” he roared.
The Demon Commander howled in rage.
Upon hearing this, the other Demons stopped fighting and looked in their direction. When they saw Asra spitting blood on the ground, their blood-curdling howls filled the air, too.
“I’ve cut off the songstress’ tongue! Now she no longer has any use to anyone, so leave this Elf alone!”
The Demon leader looked ready to attack him again but they both knew that recommencing with this battle would be pointless and a waste of resources.
The Demon Commander howled again. All at once, the horde backed off and quickly dispersed into the forest.
But it was not over yet.
Odin’s forces wanted to finish the battle. The Light Elves who were masters at forging weapons were armed with blades and arrows designed to hurt Lycans.
The Lycans were still outnumbered.
“Garr, run! Save yourself! ” Lior ordered.
Garr turned to see Asra who was crawling on the ground. The old Lycan hesitated.
“Garr, go! Wait for another time to fight for Vanar! Please, run for now!” he growled.
Garr ran away, along with the rest of his Lycan troops.
The Light Elves followed them, but Lior knew not even these light footed warriors could outmatch the Lycans’ speed.
Lior stared at his beloved. His healing power had taken away her physical pain but there was nothing he could do with her broken heart. She
had been terrorized beyond her human endurance and she had collapsed on the ground.
“I’m sorry, Lior, but you must surrender now,” he heard Lawfer say behind him.
He remained where he stood, unmoving. He could still resist and fight them. But he dared not for he was sure, they would use Asra to subdue him.
He shifted to his humanlike form.
Someone bound his hands at his back. He knew it was not an ordinary handcuff.
Lior stared at Asra as he was dragged away by the Temple Guards. He didn’t want to leave her there lying unconscious on the ground. His heart was crying, hating himself for what he’d done, but he wanted her to live, and it was the only way to get the Demons and Odin to leave her alone permanently.
A raven suddenly flew over Asra. That gave him immense relief despite the searing pain in his heart.
Now, it was clear to everyone, he was a traitor to Asgard and he had killed the hope of the Lycans for a songstress to aid them.
He was truly finished, but he hoped his beloved Elf could finally live peacefully here in Midgar.
Chapter 27
Lawfer opened the prison door where Lior had been detained for the last two days.
For cutting off the tongue of the songstress which Asgard considered as a very powerful weapon, the gods had denounced him for treachery and had stripped him of his rank as the commander of the Elite Warriors of Asgard.
He should have been dismissed two hundred years ago, but at that time, his guilt was not established without doubt. However, this time around, his treachery had been witnessed by many and his actions were damning.
For six hundred years, he had worked so hard to earn his rank and reputation, but he had lost it all… just because of one woman.
Sometimes, he’d hated why he had to have a heart. A heart would weaken a man, especially when it would start to care… and to love. However, having a heart had given him happiness. Being praised as a god and a great warrior had brought him pride, but never happiness. The kind of happiness that he had never known… he’d found it with that half-Elf.
But she was gone now. He could probably rot here in the prisons of Asgard, while Asra would have to remain in Midgar and start her own life. Soon, she’d forget him, but as of him… she’d always remain in his memory.
