Banished - Three Erotic Stories

by Anita Philmar

  His captain placed the gun on a low table next to Jack and returned to Rodman.

  “I assure you, I’ve worked for the privileges I now hold.” Rodman glanced at his nephew and then studied the couple. Sweat trickled off the man’s brow. “I’ve spent years babysitting your wife and leading her into making the right decisions.”

  The queen shook her head. “I can’t believe how much I trusted you. Your brother, King Petros, and Maris were just pawns in your scheme to take control of Ardenia. Had my sister not killed herself, you would’ve probably been able to achieve that, too.”

  Omar marveled at the queen’s control. If he were in charge, the man would already have a sword through his chest.

  Rodman grinned and drew out a small ball. “Yes, and with your children and husband gone, I had you under my thumb as well. But since Maris died my luck has changed.”

  “What did you do to her?” Jack stepped forward as if ready to attack his uncle.

  “Nothing she didn’t deserve.” The scorn in Rodman’s voice ruffled Omar’s feathers, and he stepped closer to the councilman. “As a witch and a whore with a pretty face, she amused me at times. She even taught me a number of useful little tricks.”

  Rodman lifted the sphere for them to see. “But after she took Danella in, she became less pliable. I had little use for her after that. Silly bitch even thought she could kill me.” An evil smile passed over Rodman’s lips. “But now that I have Danella locked in her memory ball, I should reign supreme again.”

  “What?” the queen screamed.

  “But how?” Jack growled.

  “Let her go.” Omar lifted his sword.

  The burst of comments around the room placed a superior smirk on Rodman’s face. “Now that I’ve captured everyone’s attention, I believe we might start negotiating a deal.”

  “Not a chance.” Omar darted forward and jabbed his weapon against the man’s chest. “Danella wouldn’t want her family to bargain for her life.”

  Rodman shuffled backward. “Then I guess you’d prefer if I just crush her in the palm of my hand.” He squeezed the ball, and a low moan rang through the room.

  Danella.

  “I’ll kill you first.” Anger boiled through Omar, and he relished the idea of seeing the man bleed.

  “Wait. How do we know Danella is even in the ball? It could be anyone.” The queen’s hand on his shoulder held Omar in place. “You told us she was dead.”

  Omar shook his head. “I—”

  “Well, she’s not. I captured her outside Omar’s room.” Rodman scanned the group, an evil smirk on his face until his gaze met his nephew’s.

  “Either way, it wouldn’t help you now.” Jack’s words registered in Omar’s mind an instant before a bullet pierced the councilman’s heart. Blood burst from his body and stained his shirt. Rodman dropped his hand, and the memory ball fell.

  Omar dove forward. The sphere a breath away from the floor, he closed his fingers around it and cushioned the impact. His momentum carried him into the pudgy councilman’s legs and the man toppled.

  Screams echoed around Omar, but none of the words registered. Only Danella’s safety mattered. He lifted the delicate ball and checked for cracks.

  “Jack, what the hell were you thinking?” King Harris tugged the gun from his son-in-law’s hand.

  “He killed my mother. Now he’ll never hurt anyone else again.” Jack sank into his chair and dropped his head into his hands. “If that means I spend the rest of my life in the dungeon, so be it. He got what he deserved.”

  The door slammed opened, and guards rushed into the room.

  Mayhem echoed around Omar as he stared into the memory ball at Danella’s tiny figure. Words sang through his head. I have always loved you, Omar. That will never change.

  The sphere melted into a glistening puddle in the center of his hand. A light mist rose, and before he could comprehend the significance, Danella stood in front of him.

  He blinked, and the noise became a silent roar in his ears.

  “Oh, Danella, are you all right?” The queen wrapped her arms around her daughter, and Danella turned into her mother’s embrace.

  Hands circled Omar’s forearm and lifted him to his feet. He turned as several guards carried Councilman Rodman’s body from the queen’s chamber. Retrieving his weapon from another guard, he watched Danella hug her father.

  “What’s happening in here?” Kesia ran into the queen’s chamber. “Daddy? Danella? I thought you both were dead.”

  Realizing this wasn’t the time to profess his love, Omar retreated to the door. He’d done his duty and returned Danella to her family. They’d talk later after her homecoming celebration with her family.

  Maybe with Rodman dead, she’d settle down and finally agree to be his wife.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The crystal blue sky welcomed Danella while the tender green grass under her feet caressed her toes. She savored the pleasure of finally breaking away from her family and spending time alone.

  After her rather dramatic return, along with that of her father, and Rodman’s death, the whole kingdom was buzzing with activity. Jack, in custody, had to face a jury for killing his uncle. But no court in Ardenia could blame him for murdering the man, not after the abuse he’d caused everyone in the royal family.

  Her mother and father, in need of some time alone, had left the responsibility of the kingdom on her and her sisters’ shoulders. Noelani and Kesia handled most of the tedious tasks, but Danella still had to attend the council meetings.

  Today, though, she’d reserved for herself.

  In the last few days, she’d fallen into the life of a princess. Her witchcraft and other skills shelved, she enjoyed relearning the special features of her homeland. She’d placed her personal life on hold and had not spoken more than a few words to Omar. But she felt his stare and knew eventually he’d demand she provide him with a decision. The man was determined they marry.

  She grinned and continued her trek across the meadow until she reached the shade of a large oak tree. After laying out the blanket, she settled down to wait for Omar.

  Rustling noises rumbled from the underbrush and popping sounds marked the return of his body to human form. His unique scent inflamed her desire, and she narrowed her gaze on his well-defined muscles. Wide shoulders, narrow hips, and thick thighs, he strolled naked into the shade and dropped to his knees. “Are you ready to talk?”

  She grinned and wiggled on the blanket. “I’ve talked enough already.”

  His sharp gaze narrowed as she glided her hand along her stomach to brush the curls between her legs. His chest heaved and his cock lengthened.

  Exhilarated by his reaction, Danella sat up slowly and rolled to her knees. She guided her hands through the golden hairs on his chest. “I’d prefer a little more action.”

  “If you needed some attention, you could’ve called me any time.” He cupped her ass and drew her into his embrace. His hard cock rode against her lower belly. “I would’ve gladly provided you with whatever you required.”

  “Yes, but...” How could she explain that she had to settle into her role as princess before she could partake of the pleasures Omar offered. “We both had other duties that required our attention. And once we were together, I didn’t want to be interrupted.” Danella wrapped her hands around his neck, and the hair on his chest teased the tips of her breasts. “No one will bother us here.”

  “But what about when we return to the castle? Are you planning to deny us a means to satisfy our needs once we return to our jobs?” He smoothed his hands along her sides then released her to place his palms along each side of her face. “Because I’ll warn you, a few hours in this meadow will not satisfy me. I like having you in my arms, lying next to me in bed, and best of all, under me while I pound my cock into your pussy.”

  Danella grinned. “I believe, Sir, you’re forgetting I’m a princess.”

  His gaze locked with hers. “Oh, no, I’m not forgettin
g anything. You might have the title of princess, but you relish all the love I can give.”

  She groaned and wove her fingers through his hair to pull him closer. “Again, all you want to do is talk.”

  “Not all.” He lowered his mouth and captured hers. The quick dart of his tongue swept across her lips.

  Her future lay in her bond to Omar. The link between them sizzled, and she returned his kiss, her mouth clinging to his.

  The gap between them closing, she rubbed her breasts against the hard wall of his chest. The warm stroke of his skin heated her desire, and his scent beckoned her deeper into his embrace. Her body pulsed with renewed life. She understood now why she’d stepped through the gate into the human world. Without him she could never be complete.

  His mouth shifted, and Danella gasped for breath, for sanity, for a single thought to fill her head.

  Omar covered her breast with his mouth. He sucked the aching peak deep. Pure pleasure. Undulating her hips, she ground her pubic bone against the length of his cock. He guided her back onto the blanket and settled at her side. His mouth teased one nipple before traveling to the other. Back and forth, he tortured her not only with his tongue but also with the stroke of his fingers through the hair covering her mound.

  “Omar, please.” She grabbed his hand and lifted it. “Don’t play. I want you deep inside me.”

  He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “For how long?”

  The love he felt surrounded her, and she knew the question wasn’t about today or tomorrow but the lifetime he yearned for them to share.

  Need raged through her, kicking desire to a level where air sped from her lungs. She spread her legs and pushed words out of her mouth. “For as long as it takes to satisfy both of us.”

  He grinned and wedged his body between her legs. The taut head of his cock hit her wet opening, and he thrust his hips forward. “That could require a lifetime because I can never seem to get enough of you.”

  “Which means you’re not willing to share?” The alluring pressure of his cock sliding deeper awoke a hunger in her blood. She arched her back and begged silently for the release only he could give.

  Offering her a slow entrance, he reversed his momentum and made an even slower exit. “I have a lot of plans for you. Some of which include multiple partners, but first, I’d like to bask in the feast of trying out a few new forms.”

  His cock caressed her clit. She groaned and closed her eyes to absorb the connection between them. Using the bond, she funneled her eagerness through his system and spiked his lust.

  He drove his hips forward to plunge deep. “I’m still planning to hear you scream when I sink my barbed cock into your pussy while you’re in your tigress form.” The full length of his staff rode against her intimate flesh, and he started a rhythm that made her gasp.

  “Right, but...” Images flashed in her head, and she read his true obsessions—love, family, a lifetime with her. A sense of belonging swelled inside her, and energy exploded through her system.

  How had she lived without him?

  Omar pounded repeatedly into her as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her senses. Emotions raced from him to her, firing a craving so deep she wondered if she could survive.

  Envisioning their life together, she marveled at the opportunity to make her dreams a reality. She could deny him nothing. Not her love or the chance to carry his child.

  A deep groan echoed through the tree limbs. His mind-bending tempo increased, and he set a fast, furious pace that drilled its way to her womb. Connected, he demanded she follow him into the alluring bliss in the time-honored way of soul mates. The link that bound them together forever.

  Moments later, he rolled over, holding her against his chest as their bodies cooled. “So when do you want to get married?”

  Danella rose onto her hands and stared into his face. “Sometime next week. Mother and Father are on a little vacation, but by the time they return, my sisters should have everything arranged for our wedding.”

  “You were that sure I’d ask again, were you?” He held onto her and the pain he’d experience at the time seeped through her system.

  “No, but now I need you too much to live without you.” She sat and rubbed her hands over his chest. “Hopefully, I can convince you that my past will only broaden my ability to make you happy.” She drew circles around his nipples. “I’ve talked to Melvin, and he’s agreed to let me study under him so I can continue to practice a little of my witchcraft.”

  “And what about your other skills?” His hands cupped her breasts and drew her forward. “Your lust for sex revives my own. How do you plan to satisfy that hunger?”

  She grinned and lowered her aching nipple against his mouth. “Well, I’ll have you to satisfy my cravings. And if you tire of me, I’m sure there’s a spell or two that will enhance the experience.”

  Omar shook his head. “No need. With you, I could never get bored.”

  About the Author

  Anita Philmar likes to create stories that push the limit. A writer by day, and a dreamer by night, she wants her readers to see the world in a new way. With the influence of her children's sci-fi programs, she likes to develop a place where anything can happen. She bring erotic moments to life in a great read.

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  Hog-Tied and Branded

  Tires crunched over the gravel road and the scent of dust filtered through her home office window. Suzi Calworth peered outside, away from her work, and her heart constricted as she recognized the roaring engine of Clint Malone’s truck.

  For months, she’d avoided the man by hiding away at a job in Oklahoma City. The special project that had consumed most of her days and nights was over. Yet instead of toughing out the next few weeks in temporary housing as she originally planned, she had opted to return home to her grandparents’ house.

  Granted, she shouldn’t call it that anymore. Now, the place belonged to her. Granny and Poppy lived in Florida, near her uncle. They had warm weather and a cool coastal breeze to enjoy, the problems of the farm and their stray grandchild no longer a concern.

  Luckily, as a graduate of OSU, she was no longer a needy orphan whose parents had deserted her. Now, she cared for herself and earned good money as a programmer with the added benefit of being able to work from home. If it was not for the conversion of the inventory system, she never would have spent the last four months away from home, or learn that she...

  “Was Clint’s good-time girl. Hell, he never intended to marry me.” A bitter taste coated Suzi’s tongue, her stomach twisted into knots, and her head rolled into her splayed hands.

  For two years, she’d made herself available to the man. He walked through her door, and she put her world on hold to please him. Mistakenly, she had believed he cared.

  “That was until the beginning of the year,” she muttered and recalled how much she dreaded telling him about the special assignment she’d been giving. She had fixed him his favorite dinner and taken extra care with her appearance to avoid an unpleasant scene. Yet as the evening wore on, she had lost her nerve, and had unintentionally blurted her news. “I have to move to Oklahoma City for a few months.”

  He shoved her grandmother’s fine china aside and shrugged as if unconcern by the forced separation. “If that’s what you need to do.”

  The mashed potato in her mouth turned to sawdust and she washed it down with a long swig of wine. The sp
ecial treat for the evening didn’t even tempt her palate or dull the ache in her chest. “Then you really don’t mind?”

  “Why should I? I have no hold on you. We’re just having fun here. No strings attached.” He scooted back his chair and rolled onto the expensive heels of his boots. “We can always get together when you come home for long weekends or after the project is over.”

  The shock of his words still vibrated through her chest. Bile backed into her throat. She clutched her hands into fists and repeated the same words she had yelled at him at the time, “Why you sorry son of a bitch!”

  Unable to sit still, she thrust away from her desk. How could he think so little of her or the time they shared together? Didn’t he have a clue how much she’d loved him?

  Still loved him?

  “Get over it, it’s a moot point.” They had no future together—not then, not now, not ever. Depressed by the thought, Suzi strolled to the window. The cloud of dust marking the trail his truck had traveled slowly returned to the ground. She guessed his destination to be the gate, which led to her property. He held the lease on her land, farming part of it and running his cattle on the rest. At the end of the year, his contract would expire. Did she want to renew?

  She rose and walked out of her office. For the last three days, she’d worked sixteen-hour days and gotten only a few hours of rest. She needed a break. After racing down the stairs, she grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and strolled out onto the back porch to enjoy the warmth of a beautiful spring afternoon.

  ****

  The rebirth of green covered the land, driving home the change in weather from the crisp bite of winter to the warmer pleasures of spring. Peace settled over Clint and he enjoyed the simple joy of watching his cows graze.