Lilly V

by Tiya Rayne

  Her words take me by surprise, not what she said, but that she admitted it out loud. To most, me befriending Medina was probably insane, but I knew everyone deserved a second chance. I am glad that I gave Medina hers. People aren’t one dimensional. There are usually layers to them, just like the world, apparently.

  I pull Medina into a hug that she reluctantly allows for only a second before she breaks free.

  “We still need to figure out how to help the children.” She says reminding us how this conversation came about.

  “I still plan to talk to someone else about that. Give me time. This person and I aren’t exactly on speaking terms.”

  Now I’m wondering who this mystery person is.

  A loud crash sounds outside my door. Phoenix growls at the noise.

  “What was that?”

  The hallway fills with screams and pounding on the outside of the door follows. It sounds like a horror movie is being filmed outside of my room.

  “Go into the washroom. Shut yer’selves in.” Drago demands as he pulls out his boomerang.

  Another pounding on the door makes Medina and I jump. The noise outside going up in volume then suddenly silence. Eerie silence. We stare at the door on baited breaths.

  The door flies open and Nevy strolls in. There is a cut above his eye, but other than that he looks fine.

  “You may leave us now.” He speaks but his eyes are only on me. They pin me to my spot unable to move or breathe.

  I feel the heat from his gaze as he approaches me. His eyes devour me. The only sign that I know we are alone is the sound of the door closing.

  “Are you alright?” My voice sounds breathless.

  The look in his eyes is making me dizzy with nerves energy.

  Nevy has this way of looking at me that makes me feel like I’m the very air that he breathes.

  He places his large hands on my hips and tugs me into him. I put my hands on his wide chest between us. His forehead comes down and leans on mine as he inhales me. His eyes close momentarily before shooting back open.

  “When we realized they were coming for you,” He pauses and takes a second to regroup. “I feared I would not get to you in time.” His body shudders even at the thought of him not being able to save me.

  “I’m fine.” I reassure him.

  He takes one if his hands off my hips and I immediately feel the absence of the warmth. He places his warm palm on the side of my face, tilting my eyes up to him. As soon as our eyes connect I immediately see what he wants from me. His need for me is so prevalent in his eyes that I can almost touch it like it’s a tangible thing.

  I wish I could say I was so caught up by his stare and the desire in his eyes that I didn’t notice his head lowering, or the warm breath across my lips. However, I knew what Nevy was going to do before he did it. Part of me wanted it as bad as he did. His lips are gentle at first, like he is scared that if he made the wrong move I would run away. However, when my hands fist in the lapels of his top coat he lets out a growl that vibrates in my mouth, down into my belly and out through my sex. I clench my thighs together.

  Nevy’s hands tighten almost painfully on my hip. His other hand leaves my face as it fist in my hair. His kiss becomes hectic, almost possessive. He drinks from my lips pulling a moan out from so far down inside of me I felt it in my toes first. Nevy kisses like his life depends on it. When he yanks my head back by my hair and deepens the kiss I moan his name.

  “Nevy!” The moan slips out without my permission.

  I feel the moment when the last bit of restraint leaves his body. He hauls me up by my waist with only one arm. Without second thought I wrap my legs around his waist. He growls the moment he feels the warmth from my bare sex against him. My back slams into the wall of my bedroom, the air escaping my lungs in a whoosh that he devours from my lips. He pushes his knee between my legs to keep me propped up, and then let’s go of my hair as his hand travels slowly down my neck, over my bare shoulder, down between my heaving breasts, to below my navel. When his fingers pull the sheer fabric apart to expose my sex, and his thick digit rubs over the seam of my lower lips, he hisses. I’m wet for him. Although I’ll admit, it isn’t as wet as I’m known to be. Nevy pulls his eyes away from where his finger rubs against my glistening lower lips. His eyes, one gray and one blue, lock onto mine as he pushes two of his thick fingers into my core. I groan at the full feeling and my head falls back to the wall. Nevy works his fingers in and out of me as his thumb expertly dances across my clit. I can feel an orgasm building up inside me. My mouth is open but nothing comes out.

  “You are so fucking beautiful like this.” Nevy whispers.

  The heat of his breath blows against my chin.

  “I have dreamed about this moment. I’ve stayed awake many nights caught up on the smell of your sweet pussy as it permeates the walls of this castle.”

  My nails dig into his shoulder as his words and his fingers bring me closer to my climax.

  Nevy chuckles. “Your little cunt is squeezing my fingers. You think you’re ready for me? You think you can handle me fucking your spine loose?”

  I gasp at his words and the effect it has on my body. I gush more of my essence onto his fingers.

  “There you go, Lilly! I know this pussy can get wetter than this. I want your cunt raining down on my dick.” He growls his words against my heated skin.

  My sex squeezes his fingers again in anticipation of what is to come. Nevy curses, ripping his hand from my body. He spins me around, pushing the middle of my back to make me bend at the waist and then shoves my face into the cold stone wall. His hand smacks my bare bottom. I cry out at the sting, but soon moan when his face is buried into my sex from behind. Nevy devours me like I am the last meal he will eat. My toes curl into tight balls as I raise up on the balls of my feet. His tongue works me from my front to my forbidden backside. He sucks, licks and penetrates me with his tongue. It feels so good my nails are scratching at the stone wall my cheek is pressed into. I come on a long scream, my body convulsing like electricity is raging through me. My essence rains down between my legs and he drinks every drop. Even going as far as licking the few escaped drops off the inside of my thigh. He drinks from me like I am the fountain of youth. I whimper when I become too sensitive. I try to pull away, not sure I can take anymore. Nevy growls and smacks my bottom so hard tears spring to my eyes. He hikes up one of my legs pushing it to my chest as he buries his face back between my thighs. When he inserts his fingers into my clenching channel and his tongue dives into my forbidden hole, I close my eyes as another orgasm builds inside me. No one has ever been near my back door. I always thought it to be nasty. Yet, having his tongue in my puckered hole has me rethinking my stance against it. He removes his tongue from my bottom and attaches his lips to my clit and suck, while slowly inserting the tip of his finger in to my ass. I come so hard I scream at the top of my lungs. I see stars, galaxies and milky ways behind my eyelids. And then it all fades away, and I am left with only one thought. Assassin.

  The moment my body is sated, it seems my heart roars to life. It screams and cries out for the man that I love. What have I done? How could I let any man anywhere near my body when my heart belongs to Assassin? On many occasions I have declared my body his as he buried his huge cock in me. Now here I am allowing that same body to be pleasured by another man. Am I that weak? Do I not have any morals? I am a cheater.

  Nevy stands to his feet and turns me around to face him. I don’t even know when I started crying. Yet, tears are pouring from my eyes. I look up at Nevy and there is shock on his face.

  “Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?” His eyes are panicked and he looks devastated that he could possibly be the cause of my tears.

  Now I feel even worse. Not only have I destroyed Assassin and my relationship, I’ve led Nevy on. A sob rips from me and with it thunder cracks across the sky. Nevy pulls me into his chest stroking my back up and down.

  “Do not cry, Lilly!”

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�I’m sorry, Nevy! I’m so sorry.” Is all I can say.

  I just keep repeating the words over and over. Nevy lifts me in his arms and carries me to my bed. He pulls back my covers and lays me down on the soft sheets. He climbs in behind me and holds me to his chest as I continue to feel like the lowest of low. With every stroke of his hand against my tear stained face, and every whisper apology he gives me, I cry even harder. Soon my tears and the sound of the rain, carries me to sleep.

  I wake from a dreamless sleep. My eyes feel heavy and swollen. My face crack from dried tears. Immediately I notice the absence of Nevy. I lift from my bed and my stomach turns over. I rush to my bathroom and vomit. I cried and stressed so much that it upset my stomach. After cleaning up my mess and cleaning my teeth, I head back to my room. I notice the pale glow of the two moons coming through my window. I stare at it as I think about having to tell Assassin about tonight.

  How could I hurt him the way that I did? I love Assassin. I know that sounds like a broken record, but I do. When I think of my future and who I want to spend it with, it is his face that I picture. When I am sad, he is who I want to make me happy. The first person I think about other than my boys is him. Being without him causes me to ache physically. What will I do if he doesn’t want me anymore?

  “Are you thinking of running, Human.”

  I nearly jump out of my skin at the unfamiliar voice. When I turn around to see who is in my room, the blonde haired elf steps out of the shadows. I fear him the same now as I did when I first met him in the elven kingdom. His gorgeous—almost too feminine features with his golden long hair, and those green iridescent eyes, seem to swallow my room.

  “What do you want?” I demand, never taking my eyes off of him.

  He takes a step towards me and I take one back hitting the window I was just peering out of.

  He smirks at my reaction.

  “I have come to collect my favor.”

  My heart hammers out of my chest. I had no idea what this evil elf could want from me, but I knew damn well it is nothing good.

  “I owe you nothing. I came here with you. That is all the favor I owed you.”

  He made a tsking sound with his mouth as he continues to eat up the space between us.

  “I allowed you time to say goodbye, remember?” his sparkling green eyes light up with mirth. “It is time you return the favor.” He slides a finger down the middle of my chest, I smack his hand away.

  His hand wraps around my throat squeezing only a little for discomfort. He brings his face up to my ear.

  “Don’t flatter yourself, Human. I would never want you after you whored yourself out for the Assassin.” He snarls before sniffing my hair. He brings his eyes to meet me and a smile is on his face. “And apparently the Dark King.” he chuckles.

  I push his chest making him stumble away from me. His nearness and his scent makes me want to rush back to the bathroom.

  “What do you want from me?” I wasn’t going to really do what he wanted, I just wanted him out of my room and away from me.

  He takes a seat on the bench at the foot of my bed, leaning back on his elbows propped on my bed. His feet out in front of him. His leisure posture in complete opposite to his presence in my room.

  “I’m going to tell you a story. It’s about a young naïve boy that befriended the wrong person. The handsome boy,” The elf says fluttering his eyes. “Wanted to be just like the mean ole’ Assassin. Even though everyone told the young boy to not trust the thoughtless killer. But the boy believed that he and the assassin were true friends. Many years later the boy, now man, met and fell in love with a beautiful woman. She was the love of the young boy’s life, he even brought her to meet his idol, the assassin. Then one day, when the young man had finally saved up the money to ask for the beautiful maiden’s hand in marriage, he walked in to find her with the assassin between her legs. She was screaming his name as he fucked her from behind.”

  His voice fades as he tells this part of the story. Some of the arrogance has left his face.

  “The young man was devastated. He loved the maiden. He would have even taken her back, but she no longer wanted him. She wanted his friend. The man that didn’t care anything about her. She laughed in the young elf’s face when he offered to wed her.” The arrogance that was on his face earlier transformed to rage.

  “The young man vowed to seek revenge on the assassin.” His eyes finally refocus and that arrogance is back in his smug face.

  “And you, Human, are going to help me do it.” He pops up from his seat. “Finally the assassin has someone he loves as much as I loved my beautiful maiden. Now he will know what it feels like for her to not want him. You are going to tell the assassin that you are leaving him. You will tell him you are in love with Nevy.”

  I try to pretend his words do not shake me. I am already going to admit to Assassin what happened between me and Nevy tonight, but I was going to let him know that I still loved only him. I had only made a mistake with Nevy. I had no intentions of letting Assassin go, even if I had to fall to my knees and plead with him. I was hoping that he would know my true feelings for him.

  “He will never believe that. Assassin knows how much I love him.” I said that line with so much conviction you would never believe how much doubt was flowing through my mind.

  The smile never leaves the elf’s face as he says, “Well then you have nothing to fear. All I want you to do is tell him. Rather he believes it or not is up to him.”

  “What if I don’t do it? What if I tell him, and then change my mind?”

  I do not like the way his smile transforms from cocky to cruel.

  “I was hoping you asked that.” The elf pulls a white cloth from behind his back and hands it to me.

  I look down at the material confused before I realize what it is. My knees give out and I collapse to the fainting bench near my window. I clutch the baby blanket to my chest as once again tonight, the tears fall.

  “It seems that while everyone has been so focused on saving their sweet Lilly, they have become lax in their watch of the twins. At this moment I have a spy in the elven kingdom that was charged with taking care of your sons. With one word from me, you will be a childless mother.”

  I pull the blanket to my nose and take in the scent of Matthias, my youngest son. I have only survived this month in the Northern Kingdom by trying not to focus on my boys. I knew that I could not make it if I thought of how much I missed them. How the hole in my heart from their absence seems to grow larger and fester each day.

  I do not have to look to the elf to give him my answer, he knew the moment he handed me this blanket that I would do whatever he wanted me to do. I still had hope that Assassin would know my heart. He will know that I don’t mean it.

  “I’ll do it.” I say, my will completely gone.

  “I thought that might change your mind. I have a few rules first. It needs to be believable. So no dropping hints. And if you allow him to touch you, I’ll slit one of those bastard’s throat so quick he won’t have time to cry.”

  My heart nearly beats out of my chest.

  “When?”

  I feel his hand press into my shoulder.

  “Right now.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  I come awake suddenly, gasping for air. My body is covered in sweat. I cannot take another one of these fucking dreams. I push my fingers through my hair and yank at the damp strands. It would be so easy if the dreams only came when I slept, I could go days without sleeping. However, these dreams plague me at all times. No matter what I am doing, the vision of the Dark King fucking Lilly, my Lilly, bombards me. In the dreams I can see them, but they can’t see me. They are always in that pretentious room with the huge bed and dark colors. Her moans, her screams, her body convulsing with orgasms brings me closer and closer to madness. I am losing my godsdamn mind.

  After Avalia revealed her feelings for me, I allowed myself for just a moment to think of what we could be. Yet, when I closed my eye
s to envision her belly rounded with my young, it was not Avalia I saw, it was Lilly. No matter how simple it would have been to love Avalia, to be devoted to her, it is not her that I want. I cannot love Avalia the way that she loves me, and a part of me feels like I am betraying her. She deserves to be loved, I just cannot give it to her. So I am avoiding her. Yes, it is cowardly of me. Our relationship was already stretched thin when I included Drago in my plans. However, this has seemed to break our ties in irreparable ways. I have lost the only true friend I have ever known, and if these dreams are truly real, I may have lost the love of my life.

  The knock at my door draws my attention.

  “Assassin!” Bilal’s hesitant voice calls out to me.

  I have been closed off in my room for weeks running from Avalia’s confession and driving myself mad with visions of Lilly and that fucking bastard.

  Are those dreams real? Would Lilly really allow another man to have something that only I am supposed to have?

  Bilal knocks again.

  “Assassin, we could really use your help.”

  Again I ignore him. I am of no use to anyone. Not in this condition. As I said, I can usually go long periods without sleep. Yet, for some reason I am tired constantly. And because I am tired, I sleep and then dream.

  Fuck!

  I twirl a coin around on my fingers as I sit on the side of my bed. My elbows on my knees staring at the wall.

  I hear Bilal finally give up and walk away from the door. I sigh, standing to my feet. I was once so set in getting Lilly out of the Northern Kingdom. Every time I try, it seems like something else would prevent it. We finally have sufficient numbers, and our soldiers are trained well enough, but now we have no way to get pass those barriers. Was this fate? Was this the goddess daughter paying me back for all the evil I’ve done? Maybe I was destined to fall in love with someone that was never mine to have. Maybe I share the same burden as Avalia.

  “Assassin.” Her voice causes me to spin around so fast I almost give myself whiplash.