by Garnet Hart
Heat crept up her cheeks. “You were dreaming. And stop calling me, Elf. I have a name.”
“I hate your name. It reminds me of my grand-mother. Her name was Ashra.”
Annoyed, she picked up the empty bottles of essential oil that she put over the balustrade and threw it at him one by one. She hit him about a dozen times, but he just dodged them without moving his feet. All the while, he kept his gaze on her, his eyes glowing tenderly.
“Damn it, don’t give me that look!” she cried, hating the way he was staring at her.
“You canna hide it, Elf. I know you love me, and you still do.”
“Go back to Vanar where you belong, you arrogant vermin!”
“I canna. I’m no’ their king anymore, no’ even a prince. I gave it all up so I could come back here in Midgar and live here for the rest of my life… with you.”
She could not speak. His words were beyond anything she had ever dreamed of. “You’re a god and I’m an Elf, have you forgotten? I’m naught but a sex slave.”
Lior could not say a word, as if he did not know how to make an excuse for such painful words that he had told her. Slowly, he fell on his knees.
Asra could not believe it. This arrogant god was on his knees right before her.
“I know that no amount of words could make you forgive me, but here I am, down on my knees, begging you to give me another chance. It’s all I ask, and if you grant me that, I swear to all the gods that I’ll make you the happiest woman in the world. But if you canna, if you feel that I deserve to suffer, here I am. Break my heart if you wish. It’s all yours.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks. She could not believe she was hearing this from this conceited arse.
This could be her opportunity. She could break his heart and hurt him just as how he had hurt her, but it was too difficult. “Why should I give you another chance?” she asked instead.
Lior stared at her. “Because I love you.”
More tears flowed out of her eyes.
That was it. She could not take this anymore.
She climbed onto the balustrade and motioned for him that she would jump.
Lior quickly rose to his feet and spread his arms, ready to catch her.
Crying and laughing, she jumped and he was right there to catch her.
Now lying in his arms, she clung to his neck and stared at him. “I hate you!” she cried.
Lior smiled and held her tight. For half a minute, she cried on his chest before she pulled away to look at his face.
With his grey eyes holding hers, her whispered solemnly, “I will never leave you again. No’ ever.”
She cried and reached for his mouth.
He responded immediately. He sealed her mouth with his, his tongue darting inside to caress her depths. It happened too quickly and she was already helplessly lying in his arms, moaning in pleasure, her whole body on fire.
He knew what she wanted.
He lowered her feet on the ground and slowly swept her shoulder strap aside. She noticed that she was still wearing her evening dress, without any underwear beneath it.
He moaned when he saw her breasts. She mewed as well, already tingly with anticipation.
“It’s been a while, my Elf,” he said and stroked her nipple gently with his fingertips. “I’d die if I dunna make love with you right now.”
She looked around the open lawn and up the blue sky. “Right here?” she asked.
He grinned. “Yes.” He bent his head and swiped his tongue over her nipple, making it harden instantly. “I’ll make love to you right here on your lawn.”
She laughed and held on to his head as he suckled on her nipple. She was grateful her fences were high enough to cover them, and there weren’t a shadow of people around to see them.
In between her moans, she said what she had been dreaming of. “I want to see that handsome god I saw in the woods again.”
He stopped and lifted his head to look at her, and then he smiled. “That god might be too much for you, and he’s a bit rough.”
She smiled. “Let’s see about that.”
He grinned and kissed her mouth. “Then undress me, or I’d tear my clothes apart.”
Quickly, she obliged. While he removed his shirt, she worked on the buttons of his jeans and pulled it down his legs until he kicked it away. The bulge on his crotch caught her eyes, and she swallowed as she imagined its size filling her mouth.
But she couldn’t wait to see the god in him, so she pretended not to notice anything and dragged his boxers down, revealing a massive erection brimming with life.
Slowly, she rose to her feet and glided her hands from his chest to his abs, relishing the feel of his hard contours against her palms and fingers. She’d missed touching him...all smooth and hot and hard...
He moaned and covered her eyes with one big hand.
She did not move and kept stroking him in all directions. When he dropped his hand and she opened her eyes, the god that had haunted her in her dreams was now standing before her, proudly naked… only for her pleasure.
Her jaw dropped in awe as she stared at his face. With shaking fingers, she stroked this somehow new body. His muscles were bigger, and it felt even harder.
But something was different. “Where is the Grimrist? Your armor? And your cape?” she asked.
He smiled. “I don’t need them right now.”
“But how did they appear right on you when you shifted to Alpha?”
“They are divine items that materialize within our bodies anytime we need them. It’s every god’s ability, both the Vanirs and the Aesirs. If you have any other questions, ask them later… because I can’t wait.”
She lowered her eyes and followed the path of hair from his navel downward. Just below the patch of hair, a thick and long column of flesh arose, hard and red, the prominent veins around it pulsing with life.
If in his Lycan form he was already too big, in his Alpha form, Lior was even well-endowed. She wondered if she could take him in this form. But the thought of taking all of him, especially in his god form excited her even more.
“Is that what you like?” he asked.
She looked up at his face and nodded. “It’s so beautiful.”
He smiled and tugged down her night dress, leaving her as naked as he was. “I love it when you dunna wear anything underneath. It turns me on even more, and I can fuck you anytime I want to.”
She smiled dreamily, her whole body shivering as his fingers found her clit. “You are simply amazing, especially here,” she said and gave his shaft a gentle squeeze.
He moaned in response. “You shall have all of that inside you, Elf.”
“That’s what I want.”
“I was afraid you’d not want me like this...”
“What? Why would you think that?”
“Aren’t you afraid? I don’t want to hurt you.”
She stared at him. His eyes which were even lighter in color now glowed with love. His love for her. She felt its heat in every part of her being. She smiled. “I know I was made just for you. Perfectly for you, my love. I know you won’t ever hurt me.”
He grinned then. “I should have known you’d be begging me to fill you up completely.”
She laughed as his lips caught hers. He slowly lowered her down on the ground. The grass felt good on her back, cushioning her from the hard soil.
As his mouth devoured hers, his hands were both kneading each of her breasts. With his knees, he nudged her legs apart until she was spread wide under him.
Then one arm circled her back and lifted her hips a little higher to prepare her for his penetration.
He stopped kissing her, and as they stared in each other’s eyes, he began to enter her.
She moaned as she felt his heat and his hardness stretching her wider than ever, but pain knew no place between them whenever they made love. There was only pleasure. Her eyes shut closed.
“My Elf. You feel so damn good. Do you feel me?”
Like her, he wanted nothing else but to appease her needs. Deeper, he pushed inside her, sinking inch after inch until she cried out loud.
He stopped and he probably thought he had hurt her. Spreading her thighs farther apart, she wrapped her legs around his waist and looped her arms around his back, pulling him closer to her.
“Are you alright, my Elf?”
“Go on, don’t stop now. I’m your sex slave.”
He smiled. “As you wish.” He continued sinking inside her until there was no more room to move into. He felt so perfect. He felt the same and yet different. Every mating they did seemed to take a new dimension.
He began to move, driving in and out of her in increasing depth and speed.
Soon, she was on the verge of climax. She had missed him so much. Before she could even warn him about it, her orgasm seized her, taking her like a tempest in a mad swirl of the most incredible sensations.
He groaned and pushed harder inside her, his pubes rubbing her clit, letting her know that he was now fully embedded from root to tip. This god was not big and rough, he was huge and really rough. She was like a little kitten under a ferocious beast taking her relentlessly as he chased his own pleasure. But she did not complain for it gave her more pleasure than she had ever imagined.
For several minutes, he kept on and on, as if he would never run out of strength.
Her second climax rocked her hard. She tried to scream out the extreme pleasure but no sound came out of her throat. When she was able to breathe again, he rolled on his back and put her in control.
She smiled and rode him hard, looking down on his face, teasing him.
His jaws clenched as he watched her above him. Obviously, he was on the verge of coming, but he was holding it. Such self-control, but she will make him lose it.
“Come for me,” she said in a deep seductive voice, and she felt his body tighten.
Faster, she rode him, taking him as deep as she could inside her warmth, squeezing him rhythmically.
“Gods, Elf!” he shouted and surrendered to his own release. She felt him spurt inside her, hitting her inner muscles with his warm essence, drawing another moan from her. It felt as good as coming another time, knowing she had pleasured him as much as he had her.
Gasping hard, she fell heavily on his chest.
She thought he was through, but when she opened her eyes, he was turning her on all fours and was kneeling behind her.
He was pressing at her entrance again, still as hard as velvet steel and he was licking her neck, sending shivers all over her body. God, that felt so good! He was a sorcerer who had turned her into an insatiable sexual creature. She was addicted to him.
She wiggled her hips, urging him to drive his entire length inside her again, but he wasn’t moving.
“What do you want, my Elf?” he asked.
She knew he was teasing her. “I want your cock, Lycan. Don’t make me wait. Do it now!” She was indeed his sex slave but she didn’t have to sound like one.
“Since you begged for it,” he replied with amusement and drove all the way inside her in one solid stroke.
Their moans and cries mingled in the air, both relishing their union.
“So tight, my Elf. So mine.”
“Does it satisfy you, Lycan?”
“Yes. It’s all I need. You are all I need.”
Epilogue
Lior pulled a deep breath as he stood in front of the newly restored Dunvegan Castle. His most awaited day has arrived.
Today, he would marry his precious Elf.
For this occasion, he had offered to avail of the services of the Dunvegan Castle to have his wedding there, but the Chief of MacLeod gave him a grand wedding service for free, as an act of gratitude for helping him save his ancestral home.
Just as he had expected, Asra was overwhelmed with joy when she learned that their wedding would be held in her old home, and Garr was also coming to escort her to the altar.
The wedding ceremony would be simple and without much guests, but he was expecting a lot more at the reception.
If possible, he would have wanted this to be private, but he had many acquaintances here in Skye, and it would be offensive if he did not invite them on his wedding day.
The reception would be a feast. He had prepared a wide lawn at his backyard and hired around a hundred staff to cater for the occasion.
Some of his friends and elders from Vanar promised to come. Some of his officers were already here. He just saw two guarding the gate, probably to make sure that the wedding ceremony would be peaceful. At sunset, the Vampire members of the Ancient Forces would be arriving as well.
He just wished none of the humans would recognize Asra. Her video was still trending around the social media until this time, but he hoped the false name he’d given her would do the trick.
It was five minutes before three in the afternoon, the hour of his wedding. Asra was on her way with Garr, and the Rochford family and the other guests were already there, but his best man was still not around.
“Where the hell are you, dickhead?” he uttered under his throat as he looked around, searching for Bran.
“Language, Sire,” Gustavo, who was standing beside him, reminded him. “I’m trying to contact him but he does not answer. We’ll wait for a few more minutes.”
Lior sighed. “If that prick’s gonna ruin my wedding, I’ll shove his dick up his ass.”
Gustavo smiled at his obscene language. “He’d be here anytime soon. I’m sure he wouldn’t want to miss your wedding.”
Before Lior could reply, he heard a ruckus at the driveway. It looked like something was outside the gate. With his sharpened sense of hearing, he could hear the people’s exclamations fifty meters away.
“Is that an elephant?” someone yelled.
Lior instantly knew something was going on, and so he ran down the road and saw an eighteen-wheeler truck coming in. It was his truck, the one he was using to deliver supplies to the docks, but the container on its back was missing, and something huge was tied in its place.
His eyes widened when the huge thing snorted.
“What the hell!” he exclaimed when he realized it was a pig, a giant pig that he had only seen in Asgard.
The truck stopped and Bran jumped down from the passenger’s seat, smiling from ear to ear. His ten-thousand-dollar suit looked like rags now, and his hair was disheveled beyond repair.
“What do you think?” Bran asked, proud of what he had brought along.
With his mouth agape, Lior stared at the gargantuan pig. “Is that Saehrimnir in Valhalla?” he asked, referring to the boar that was the regular meal of the Einherjars in Asgard.
“As you can see, it is,” Bran replied without guilt.
“Why in hell did you bring it here?”
“It’s my present for your wedding. You should be flattered. This can feed all your guests, and I’ve been craving to taste what they refer to as the most delicious meat in the entire nine worlds.”
“How did you get that?”
“I had some help.”
To Lior’s surprise, Lawfer, still using his old Elf vessel, stuck his head out of the window. “I’ll go ahead to your ranch and butcher this pig myself. I’m the finest chef of Asgard, if you still didn’t know.”
Lior could not say a word as Lawfer drove the truck away, carefully, as the people had gathered around it to take a look at the gigantic boar.
“So what will the Einherjars eat?” he asked Bran.
“It will be back in Valhalla by tomorrow.”
That was true. This magical boar may be killed today, but it would always grow back in its pen in Valhalla the following morning. That was why the Einherjars never ran out of meat.
“What about their meal today?”
Bran shrugged. “They wouldn’t mind skipping a day’s meal.”
“Odi
n would have your head for this.”
“Oh really? Which one?”
“Both.”
“Sire.” A woman came out of the crowd, gasping. “The wedding’s about to start. The bride is here.”
Lior turned to the other side of the road and saw a limousine coming. It stopped briefly to allow the truck to pass. Asra should be there, and he couldn’t wait to see how she looked like in her wedding gown.
“Could you fix him?” he asked the woman. “He’s a disaster.”
Bran touched his hair. “It’s a new hair style.”
Lior ignored him and found his way back to the castle. As he waited at the entrance, he saw Bran being attended by three women, and the bastard seemed to enjoy the attention. Gustavo and the Rochfords were beneath the shade, staying away from the sun rays.
A couple of minutes later, Bran came to join him, now looking a little more decent. The limousine arrived a few meters away from the castle’s entrance.
Garr stepped out first and went around the car, but before he opened the door, two men rolled a red carpet from the entrance to the limousine where the bride was expected to step out.
Garr pulled the door open and the bride emerged in her long, white, wedding gown made of the finest materials and designed by the most popular fashion designer in England.
Asra’s hair was covered with a long veil, but it was thin and transparent enough that he could still see her face clearly.
His heart stopped, mesmerized by the beauty of the woman he loved. Indeed, he made a great decision. Marrying this beauty would be one thing that he would gladly do over and over again, even if it meant turning away from becoming a king or god and live like an ordinary human, as long as he had her in his arms.
Tears collected in his eyes when she met his gaze and smiled. She was all that he needed to live.
Nothing else.
The ceremony lasted for an hour and followed by a long pictorial. Then they all headed to the ranch for the celebration. This time, he rode with his wife in the limousine. The moment the door closed, he took her in his arms and kissed her deeply.
Lior’s heart was overflowing with joy. For the first time in more than half of a millennium, he felt this feeling of completeness. He couldn’t ask for more.
