by Vi Voxley
She supposed she would be fine, though. Irmela had gotten used to the Overlord, so she could deal with the Raider Prince. Amazing how the span of two days had turned her mother from the symbol of all misery to a role model.
The shuttle had not been bothered as they made their way to Beren. Even Areon himself admitted that it had been easier to escape the Overlord than he’d thought. The fear of somehow hurting the calayas had stayed his hand, but the Prince didn’t seem to be under any illusions of forgiveness.
“Oh, he’ll come after me the second I’m away from you,” he’d told Violet on their way up to the flagship. “You’re my shield now.”
***
Violet was slowly learning not to take Areon by his word, as Reim had warned her not to. Instead, she’d found that Maige’s comment about him being a better man was a more accurate tool. Once they were on board, all three of them honestly expected to be carried into beds, but the warriors gave them a breather. It didn’t stop them from spending every moment with them, but it was clear they hadn’t fought for them for nothing.
When Violet asked Areon straight out if he’d changed his mind about her, the Prince laughed. His voice took on that timbre that made Violet’s knees weak as he whispered into her ear, “This is a torture worse than anything the Overlord could devise, but I’ll wait until we’re in open space. There will be no surprises, no one to bother us when I finally have you.”
So they sailed for two days to reach space not controlled by any fief lord, nor bustling with mercenaries. Violet didn’t see much of the other calayas in that time.
She felt a bit hurt. The pride she’d held so dear rose to the surface again, refusing to be cast aside. But the Prince was merely waiting for the right moment. It became clear on the night he returned to their room from the bridge, locking the door behind him. Violet still couldn’t fully comprehend how he went so easily from his one persona to the other.
There weren’t really two of them. They were mixed together, forming a single unity that just let different parts show.
The warrior looking at her with flashing, bright gray eyes was still Areon underneath it all. Except that the kind man she knew hid under the visage of a hungry beast. Slowly, holding her gaze, he stripped himself out of his armor. Violet was so scared and so thrilled by how much she liked the sensation that she didn’t even move to undress herself. She simply stared, lips parted, her tongue flicking out to wet them.
It occurred to her that she’d only seen him naked when he was covered in blood or muddy water or something similar. For the first time, she got to fully enjoy and take in the body she was now destined to have as her own.
The Raider Prince didn’t seem to have a single ounce of fat on him. Every line on his perfectly sculpted chest was drawn tight over his muscles, smooth and lean. Although the armor surely added to his already impressive height, he seemed to grow taller as he removed his clothes. It was like unleashing a beast hiding in the man’s flesh. The strand of ivory in his dark curls fell over his eyes. Underneath, the gray eyes burned with inner fire in a way that assured Violet she would be devoured. Her eyes couldn’t decide what they wanted to admire most – the delicious, enticing curve of his ass as he turned, or the eyes that promised her everything she’d ever dreamed of, or his broad, mighty shoulders, rolling as he moved. The Prince shook himself like a creature ready to pounce, and he did.
Violet suddenly found herself pinned to the bed with the Prince on top of her, the look in his eyes wild and untamed. The moment three years ago was repeating itself, but the man staring back at her wasn’t a clumsy guard this time, no, it was the Raider Prince and Violet didn’t know why the danger in him made her shiver.
“Are you afraid?” the Prince asked, his voice so deep it gave her goosebumps. The room was warm and still she trembled beneath him. It was the closeness of him, the touch of her victor, at last. Violet had already been in his arms before, but suddenly it felt more real. What had been dreamlike in the tournament was now solid, hot and heavy against her. His body instantly reacted to her trembling and she felt his cock harden against her belly. It was the only part of him she still hadn’t seen, always hidden in his pants. The outline she could make out though. Now she really was shuddering out of fear, out of anticipation – they seemed the same to her.
“Yes,” she whispered, but her lips were smiling hopefully.
He laughed, kissing her neck. It tickled, making her twist in his arms and press herself tighter against him. The Prince growled deep in his throat, a sound that went straight to her pussy. The heat felt unreal, every nerve in her body stimulated by his presence. She could feel goose bumps on her skin. Her panties would be soaked by the time the Prince got to removing them, she had no doubt of that. Merely the sight of him was bringing her closer to the edge than she was capable of bringing herself.
“Good,” he said into her ear. Violet whimpered at the promise that word implied. Her legs were spread wide around him, her back arching off the bed to get more friction, but he wouldn’t allow it. “Not yet,” he said. “We have some unfinished business, you and I.”
Before she could respond, he kissed her, forceful and sweet. Hungry, desperate – or was that her doing? She was left reaching for his lips, but he kept her pinned to the bed with that demon-like smirk of his.
“Do you remember this?” he asked, low and seductive. “Being like this three years ago?”
“Yes,” Violet whispered. How could she not remember? It had been the moment when everything good and bad in her life had begun. Good – the realization that she was in love with the guard. Bad – being horrified of the former realization. Worse yet – driving him away.
“Mm,” the Prince murmured, something feral in his eyes. “And how did you feel?”
Violet started to answer, but the Prince chose that moment to kiss her again, turning the response into a moan. “Any different from how you feel now?”
“Not much,” Violet moaned. “More surprised.”
“I imagine,” the Prince purred. “But what I want to know is whether you felt the hunger you feel now? The feelings you have now?”
Oh.
“Yes,” she admitted quietly.
He ground down, his gorgeous body pressing itself against her. His thigh between her legs was grinding against her pussy, rubbing her clit. It pushed her past every possible sensation she could have brought herself, straight into the realm of blinding pleasure. Violet bit her lip to keep from whimpering, but the Prince chuckled again.
“Oh no,” he said, dark and dangerous. “I’ll hear every whimper and moan that comes out of your pretty little throat, Violet. Every plea and every confession.”
Suddenly, his weight disappeared from on top of her and the next moment Violet found herself pulled over his knee. Her cheeks burned with shame at being treated like that, but the ache in her pussy was growing unbearable despite it, or maybe because of it. Somehow she didn’t think begging would help her much.
The Prince slid his hand over her ass, still clothed. She pressed her lips together, ready to hold back a scream, but the blow wasn’t really that painful. Just enough to send a shiver down her spine. She felt him throb against her chest, his cock pressed against her breasts as she lay there. Violet moaned. It was huge. And it wasn’t even properly hard yet!
“Now tell me,” the Prince said, spanking her again, sending her rocking against his thick, strong legs. “Do you want me?”
She nearly laughed, but stopped herself. What did he expect from a girl never touched before? “Yes,” she said. “I want you so much it hurts, you have to know that…”
The Prince grinned. “I do,” he admitted. “But it’s good to hear you say it. Now. Did you want me then?”
Another blow, harder this time. It stung a bit, but Violet found herself sobbing in pleasure instead of pain. “Yes,” she whispered.
Another. Her pussy was hurting now. Violet had no idea why it was affecting her like that, but she was so turned on it ha
rdly mattered. All that mattered was that she wanted to feel the cock pressing against her breasts inside her. With every blow on her ass, she was thrust against it, making it harder every time until it couldn’t possibly get any bigger. Just to confirm her estimation, she slipped a hand between the Prince’s legs, running it along the length of his cock. He hissed in pleasure as she gasped – she had underestimated a bit. A whimper escaped her lips, but even that was hungry instead of concerned.
“Please,” she whispered. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have driven you away. Fuck me, please. Touch me. Anything…”
The Prince’s voice was calm, but the reaction of his body was everything but. His cock was throbbing against her chest, hard as a rock. “I will, have no doubts about that. First, I want to hear how much you want me. How much you’ve always wanted me.”
“I do want you,” Violet cried. “More than anything.”
The slap on her ass nearly made her fall off his lap, but his hands held her in place. She bit her lip in pleasure. “You can do better than that,” the Prince said, but his voice was shaking a bit. Violet could feel his desire for her. What he was asking was only fair, considering the truth of the matter.
“I’ve wanted you from the moment you touched me,” Violet whispered. Another blow halted her thoughts for a second, but she went on. “I’d never felt anything like that. I panicked, I’m sorry. I only realized later that the reason I didn’t push you away when you fell was because I didn’t actually want to. It took all my self-control not to press myself against you then. But I’ve dreamed of you the entire time you were gone. Every time I touched myself I thought of you.”
The throb of the Prince’s cock under her body signaled that he liked what he heard. His hand had stopped. It let her speak, but she missed his touch.
“I want you, I want you so much I can barely speak,” she sobbed. “Touch me, please. I want to feel you at last.”
The Prince let her sit up after that and the look in his eyes nearly sent her crawling away. Or possibly crawling back into his lap, she wasn’t sure. His teeth were bared in a beastly grin, his eyes narrowed, piercing.
“On your back,” he ordered.
Violet hastened to obey, still shaking. In truth, she barely knew what she was asking for. Sure, she’d made herself come before, but she had never been fucked. And when the Prince stood up to remove his pants, almost ripping them off, a startled gasp escaped her lips. She wasn’t going to get fucked, she was fucked.
“You’re huge,” she said, before she realized she’d spoken. Her cheeks went red at the sight of the Prince’s grin, but her temper won out. “That can’t possibly fit,” she said.
“It will,” the Prince said. “I have to prepare you well enough, but it will. Do you want it?”
“Yes,” Violet whispered.
She spread her legs, still dressed, but the Prince hardly seemed bothered by that. Instead, he growled, still grinning, “I said every confession.”
It was an order, if there ever was one. Her pussy throbbed in need under his burning gaze.
“Yes, I want your cock inside me,” she said. The mere thought made her moan out loud. “I want to feel every inch of it. Please, stop making me wait. I need you, please.”
The Prince just smirked at that. He knelt on the bed, strong and powerful, pulling her panties off with one smooth motion. Then he moved between her legs, sliding a hand over her pussy, already wet for him. The smirk stretched wider, but before Violet could tell him off, he pushed a finger inside her. She would have screamed, but instead she couldn’t even make a single sound. Violet had felt pleasure before, but that was beyond anything she could have done to herself. The thrill of having his champion’s finger inside her, the sweet unknowing of what he would do to her, was only half of it. The other half was how quickly he made her forget there was anything else good in the world at all. The sensation was so insanely pleasurable that for a second she thought she might come from it alone. The feeling of being filled after staying untouched for so long was driving every bit of sense from her mind.
Her body was grinding against his hand, but the Prince kept her still. After a few thrusts the finger slid in and out of her easily, so he added another. Violet moaned loudly at that, her hands gripping his, trying to pull it deeper inside her. The need was worse than she could ever have imagined. She had never wanted anything so badly in her life.
“Please,” she said, fully expecting him to ignore her again, but the Prince’s resolve was crumbling along with hers.
He lay down between her legs, adding his mouth to his fingers.
Violet came to a swift conclusion – she should have known better before asking for more. The sound from her lips was practically a howl, a cry of ecstasy. The feel of the Prince’s tongue on her pussy, lapping and licking at her wetness was almost beyond her endurance. She felt as if she were coming undone, or maybe just coming, but the Prince kept everything he was doing shallow enough to not let her over the edge.
When the Prince licked over her clit, Violet broke. Her voice was hoarse, but being silent wasn’t an option.
“Fuck me,” she sobbed. “I can’t take this anymore. I’ll do anything you want, anything you need, just fuck me, oh fuck, fuck, fuck…”
A chuckle was the only response she got, tingling pleasantly on her clit, but Violet felt like she might actually pass out. Her body was arching off the bed with every movement of the Prince’s hand and tongue. He’d added a third finger, scissoring them inside her. She had never been that wide before, but she was going to need it. At least her pussy agreed – it wanted that glorious cock inside, plunging deep into her.
She should have known the Raider Prince had no mercy, but what spared her of really passing out from pleasure was his need. He rose up to kneel between her thighs, the fire in his eyes now an all-consuming wildfire instead of a flame. He ripped her dress open, not bothering with anything else, and Violet agreed wholeheartedly.
Even with the preparation, her heart still skipped a beat as the Prince pressed his cock against her pussy. Its head slipped inside, making her purr low in her throat, the feeling sending her to another plane of existence entirely. After that, the Prince pushed deeper, slowly, keeping Violet’s gaze locked on his the entire time.
Words fled from her mind as her mouth fell open in a wordless cry. She’d asked for it and she got it. Violet could feel every inch of the Prince’s cock pressing inside, splitting her open for him. Just like with the spanking, there was a hint of pain, but it only carried the pleasure to greater heights. She moaned when the Prince lifted her legs up to his powerful shoulders to give himself a better angle. When he bent down, nearly folding her in two, Violet screamed.
Neither the word good nor any of its derivations did the feeling of finally being fucked justice. It was better than good, it was transcendent. When the Prince was all the way in at last, he kissed her, drinking in her helpless whimpers of pleasure.
“Mine,” he growled.
“Yours,” was the only word Violet could remember. It seemed to be the right one. The Prince pulled out just a bit before slamming back inside, ripping another scream from her throat. From there on, it was only a matter of holding on to her sanity, to the bed, to the world spinning around her. And, most of all, to the Prince.
She slid her hands over his sculpted, crafted chest every time he pulled back. And over his broad back every time he bent to kiss her sore lips. Every last one of his thrusts rocked her to the core, pounding her against the bed. Her hands were clawing at the sheets when they slid off his slick skin, trying desperately to hold on to something. Her eyes stared into his, enslaved by the fire in them without any hope, and his answered in kind.
Every second of it was better than anything Violet could ever hope to describe. But when the Prince rubbed against something inside her, a tidal wave of pure pleasure washed over her.
“Yes,” she sobbed. “There, oh fuck there, yesyesyesyesss…”
She could barely
finish the incantation before she was already coming, the ecstasy reaching its peak. She clenched around the Prince’s cock, throbbing in her mindless, desperate throes. Only when the world had cleared up a bit did she feel the Prince’s rhythm quicken, and his enormous, rock-hard size inside her.
She dragged her nails across his back out of pure instinct. The Prince grunted, gasping as his orgasm took him completely, thrusting wildly inside her. Violet was almost too sore to feel it anymore, but it tingled when he came, spilling his cum in her pussy.
They stayed like that for what seemed like ages, relearning to breathe again. Finally the Prince pulled out, a look of regret on his face. He lay down beside her, the familiar smirk greeting her as she rolled into his embrace.
“I apologize for making you wait so long,” the Prince said with his demon grin. “The only solution I can think of is to do it again.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
The Siege of Salinet was going well, at least for the Raider Prince.
“You know,” Reim said from beside his command throne. “I’m starting to think you have it out for this world.”
“I don’t know why you would say that,” Areon said.
“Maybe because every time we are not occupied elsewhere, you return here.”
“I like it here,” he said. “It has a homey feel to it – safe and secure, predictable.”
“Only you would consider a bloody siege your home,” Reim said, but as always, he seemed more amused than mad. The addition of Marelle to the equation had put him in a constant good mood. The Prince could have sworn his second-in-command suddenly thought he was much funnier than he previously had expressed.
The next minute passed in the subjective silence of nothing but the general buzz of the command bridge. Besides, Areon had always felt that the explosions of the siege had a visual sound effect, despite lacking any real sound.
Then Ronay spoke up from the other side of his throne. The warrior had risen quickly through the ranks. Reim was fond of saying that it was because he had supporters in high places. In truth they all knew Ronay deserved his new position in the ranks of the Raiders. Having a calaya bride was sign enough of his worth.
