Lilly IV

by Tiya Rayne

  I could not come again. My bones felt like jelly. Assassin lifts from between my legs, everything from his nose to his chin is covered in my moisture. He licks as much of it off his face as he can as he slowly undresses. When he finally takes off his pants I watch in complete fascination as his beautiful cock stands out. It is huge. From root to tip it has to be about ten inches and it’s so fat around that it’s hard to believe he can wrap his hands around it. It is darker than his skin, only a shade or two and thick dark veins run up and down the shaft. He wraps a hand around his dick, his thumb and pointer finger barely touching, then runs his hand up from the base to the tip. A drop of precum leaks from the tip of it and my mouth waters. I wonder what it will be like to taste him. I have never done it before, placed one in my mouth that is. I never even had the desire. But I want to run my tongue along the underside of Assassin’s so bad I can almost imagine what it would feel like.

  As if reading my mind he says, “Soon, my little human, but not tonight.”

  He wraps a hand around my ankle and tugs me to the end of the stone table. Half of my bottom is hanging off. He doesn’t warn me before he pushes into me. Even though it isn’t the first time and I am so wet it’s running down between my butt cheeks, I still get that biting pain from being stretched to my limits. With my legs draped over his forearms he pulls all the way out to the tip of his dick and then slams back into me. I scream with pleasure. Each of his rapid thrusts seems to go deeper until I swear he hits my cervix. I cry out again at the overwhelming sensation, my hands claw at the table beneath me. He grabs my waist and yanks me back down to the edge of the table and slams back into me.

  “Don’t you dare run from this cock, Lilly. You claim what is yours.” His smile is sinful as he continues to pound into me fast and hard.

  I hadn’t even realized I’d been running away.

  The sound of our wet sex drowns out the sound of the water fall in the back.

  “So good…” he moans. “So fucking good.”

  No truer words have ever been spoken. He stares down at the joining of our bodies seeming fascinated at the sight. Something about his hard body, solid chest, chiseled abs, and strong arms flexing that has me moaning into the night.

  “Yes!” I mewl as he lifts my hips hitting a particular deep spot. “Yes, Azriel!”

  “Gods, Lilly, I can’t get deep enough inside you.”

  My body slides up and down the stone as he slams into me then yanks me back down to meet his thrust.

  The bite of pain that accompanies having him slamming into my tight center. The pleasure of his ridged shaft hitting that beautiful spot buried inside. They mix together in a beautiful dance of pure bliss. Is it normal to have something hurt and feel so good at the same time?

  He pulls out of me and the loss of him leaves me shaking. Before I could question him, he lifts me from the table bends me over it and slams back into me so hard I lift off my feet.

  I cry out at the beautiful intrusion.

  He places a hand on my back between my shoulder blades and pins me to the cold stone. Another hand digs into my hip so tight I know it will leave his handprint.

  “Yes, Azriel. Give me more.” I plead as I push my hips back onto him.

  Assassin has a way of pushing away my inhibitions. When I am with him, I feel free.

  With a hand fisted in my hair, he pulls me up from the table. My back is now flush to his chest. He lifts one of my legs and places it on the stone in front of us with my knee bent, opening me up for him. I purr as he slows down his thrust to a slow grind. With a finger under my chin he turns my head to take my lips in a deep hungry kiss. A kiss that leaves me whimpering at the intensity. He slides his other hand down the front of my body to find my throbbing clit and circles it slowly with his fingers.

  “Open your eyes, beautiful. Look!”

  I hadn’t realized I had closed my eyes. When I open them I’m astounded by what I see. What I thought were green leaves on the plants were actually millions of butterflies. They lift off the shrubbery around us and float up into the air as one. Then the most remarkable thing happens, millions of green wings turn into bright lights. It looks as if Christmas lights are floating around us. I now know why they call this the room of stars.

  I stare at the beautiful light show the butterflies put on. All the while the man I love pushes inside me at the sweetest slow pace. His hands manipulate my button, stroking my body to an orgasm that I know is going to be epic.

  Assassin must feel it too.

  “That’s it, Lilly. I want this beautiful pussy to come all over my cock.”

  It is the combination of his words, his touch and that throbbing shaft rocking inside me that had me obeying his command. Maybe the jaw-dropping sights around me played a role too. Either way, I came hard. So hard my vision doubled and my mouth opened on a silent scream. Assassin’s release was right after mine. The feel of him expanding, then shooting hot jets of his come into me sent me into another orgasm.

  He placed soft kisses along my jaw as he continues to slowly rock into me. Tremors shake my body in aftershocks.

  “That…was…amazing.” My words come out in harsh pants.

  He chuckles. “I promised you every room in this castle, did I not?”

  I smile as I remember that earlier conversation.

  “I think this room definitely deserves another visit.”

  Like my words shot straight to his penis, he hardens inside of me again. There is no way he can be ready for another round.

  “Why wait.” He suggests as he pulls out to the head and slams back into me.

  Chapter Twelve

  “I have news.” The traitorous king announces.

  He stands before my throne looking like a spineless coward. His eyes continues to cut to the noises just to the left of him.

  “Men,” I say to the soldiers and beast vetting out my punishment.

  I never take my eyes off the immortal king as I address the men.

  “Show the king some respect, gag the bitch so she will shut the fuck up.”

  Medina cries out right before someone stuffs a cock in her mouth.

  Since the day I took her from her home in the forest she has been getting round the clock dick. My soldiers have clogged every hole in that back stabbing bitch’s body. When she is not getting raped within an inch of her life, she is strung up over my throne spread eagle by metal hooks.

  Once again I’ve had my Lilly within my grasp and she was snatched away from me. This time I was able to punish my trespasser out right.

  I turn back to the king. “What do you have for me?”

  “The Queen is building an army.”

  I lean up from my throne made of my enemy’s skulls. He had my attention.

  “An army?”

  “Yes, an army of untrained non-magicals.”

  He says this as a joke, but he was too fucking dumb to know the power of the everyday man. Wars have been won with less. All it took is for them to be motivated enough and they could very well win this war. Yes, I have the numbers and the creatures, but I knew how little that means in war. I had way less soldiers than needed when I overthrew the Assassin clan. It was because of my magic and years of planning that I defeated them. That is why I’ve been in my lair for days trying to improve my latest creations. That asshole Assassin killed one of my creatures and took them back to Avalia. If he could easily slaughter one of my creatures, then they are not as resilient as I first thought. I’ve longed to visit Lilly in a walking dream, but I’ve been too drained of power. I’d rather advance my army so that I may have her in the flesh rather than the dreamscape.

  “What the fuck is so funny,” I shout immediately cutting off his laughter. “The elf queen has amassed an army and I’m just now hearing about it?” I rise to my feet and descend my stairs towards the cowering king. “Are you withholding information from me?” I stop directly in front of him. My rage making my power crawl across my skin like insects.

  The king is trem
bling. I would not be surprised if he has soiled his trousers. Shame, the boy in the woods had bigger balls than this fucker.

  “Do you know what happened to the last person that withheld information from me?”

  I turn to look at Medina. Her body is suspended in the air, her legs spread wide, her hands locked above her head. Every hole she owns open wide. A giant approaches her from behind and rams his massive cock into her ass. Even with her mouth full I could hear her scream.

  The king before me turns away from the gruesome scene.

  “I can assure you, my soldiers do not discriminate against whose hole they stick a dick in.”

  His face pales as he begins to stumble over his words.

  “My….my….my king… I assure you I am not withholding information. I was just waiting until I had the right opportunity for you, and I have it now.”

  I walk back to my throne, being that close to him makes me want to take his head off his shoulders, and I can’t just yet. I still need him.

  “The queen does not have enough soldiers,” he says to my back. “The ones she does have are not trained and the trained soldiers that she has do not support the cause.”

  I sit at my throne and stare back at him.

  He continues. “The time to strike is now. The borders to the Elven Kingdom are weak. If you could get past the borders and into the Kingdom you could decimate the queen’s rule. By the end of that night we would both get what we want, you the elven queen out of the way and the power over all magicals. And I could finally have all three immortal kingdoms.”

  When the Immortal King first came to me with his desire to rule all Immortal Kingdoms, I thought he was full of shit. I only agreed to his partnership so I could have a reason to kill him when he betrayed me. But the greedy bastard really did just want to rule all three kingdoms.

  I sit back on my throne, tapping on my chin as if I am thinking about his words. I had already formulated a plan during the entire time he spoke.

  “Alright,” I say, sitting up straighter. “I will have my armies ready to march into the Elven kingdom within the week. You need to…..”

  “No your majesty…” he pleads stepping forward. “In three days every kingdom will be attending the naming ceremony for the bastards. All their guards will be down. That will be the best time to attack.”

  I’ve gone deathly still. Not because he had the audacity to interrupt me while I spoke, but he has just told me something I didn’t know.

  “Lilly has had the twin bastards?” my voice is calm and in no way belays my fury.

  “Yes, the night of the blood moon, Dark King.”

  My jaw ticks, so that was the cause of the earthquakes.

  “OFILLA!!!” I shout so loud that the stone building shakes.

  The king takes a stumbling step back. Ofilla appears before me, her hair pulled up showcasing her elf ears.

  “You called, my lorde?” her fear in me is lacking.

  I rush down the stairs to her, wrapping my hand around her throat lifting her from her feet.

  “Why, the fuck, am I just now finding out that my wife is no longer carrying those bastards?”

  She fights for breath clutching both hands around my wrist. I know that she can’t rightfully answer my question with me squeezing her windpipes. I release her and she drops to the ground in a heap of crimson fabric.

  “I did…not…know…” she gasp out. “I do not have my sister’s sight.”

  I knew it was not her fault that I have wasted this time. With Lilly no longer pregnant, my time to win her over is running out. Not to mention with her womb open it is fit for our first born.

  I turn back to the king. “Go now, pretend that all is well. In three days, my soldiers will be there to take the Elven Kingdom.”

  The king nods then traces away from my castle. I immediately summon Phillisius.

  He appears before me on his knees.

  “Are you ready to claim your revenge on the assassin?”

  His head lifts and he looks to me as if I just offered him the greatest gift of his life.

  “Yes, my lorde.”

  “Good, go to the Elven Kingdom, blend in well. In three days your opportunity will come, be prepared.” He doesn’t hesitate, he traces away quickly.

  “I guess your plans are not the same as the immortal king’s?” Ofilla rises to her feet while rubbing the soreness out of her neck.

  “No!”

  He didn’t understand that my goals has changed. My plan is no longer to just obtain the Elven kingdom and the power over the magicals. I wanted my future. I wanted Lilly.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The next day Assassin kept his word. He taught me everything he could about fighting with and without a sword. And when he was called away to help Avalia, he assigned Augustus to continue my lessons.

  “Very good, Lilly.”

  I’m at the archery field working with the bow and arrows. From the moment Augustus brought me out here, we drew a crowd. Initially I was nervous with all the eyes on me. It wasn’t just non-magicals and magicals that surrounded me. The soldiers from the other kingdoms were here too. I’ve gotten many cheers and compliments for my skills, but I also hear some rude comments. About why I shouldn’t be here and how a human woman has no business on a battlefield. I opted to ignore them. I knew it was going to be trouble when I realized the archery field was next to the Western Kingdom’s campsite.

  Just like yesterday, they were completely wasted. One soldier even stumbled on the field and emptied his bladder in the middle of my lessons. He immediately face planted into his own urine. It seems the Western men were worse at holding their liquor than my step-father. At least Billy Ray managed to make it home from the bar after his drinking binges. While handing out breakfast this morning, I notice most of the Western men passed out outside a bar with a red door. One of the non-magicals told me that every night all the soldiers go to that tavern to drink.

  At least they do something together.

  Even standing around to heckle me there is division. The Eastern men in their bright colors and expensive silks stand on one side. The young women that serve them are bunched together behind them. The Southern kingdom and their red coats are watching me with contempt.

  Augustus told me to block out everyone and just focus on him, so that’s what I am doing.

  “Thank you, Augustus.” I beam.

  Augustus is a good teacher. He’s patient and does not mind correcting me when I have done something wrong.

  “He’s right, Lilly! You are amazing with a bow and arrow.” Hyland commends.

  He has been helping with my lessons.

  Before I could thank him, someone from one of the camps shouts out, “She’s good…. for a woman.”

  My back stiffens at the supposed insult. As if women can’t be the standard for which everyone achieves. Why should being good for a woman be an insult, women are strong and brave. I’m proud to be at a woman’s standards. But I can’t get these idiots to realize that.

  “Ignore them.” Augustus snarls towards me.

  I can see my bodyguard reaching his limit with the comments.

  “Can we try the sword again?” I say, distracting him.

  He smiles proudly. “If you wish. I don’t know if I could be a better teacher than Assassin, but I’ll try.”

  “Beautiful,” A soldier from the Southern Kingdom calls out. “If you would like to learn how to handle a large weapon, I think I would be of better assistance.” As if his crude words were not disgusting enough, he actually grabs at his crotch.

  I don’t even have time to react. Augustus traces behind the soldier and place his blade at the man’s throat. Everyone tenses up around us. Weapons from all camps are drawn.

  “Not only have you insulted a woman I hold dear to my heart,” Augustus growls. “…she is also the lady love to a dear friend of mine. If you value your life, it would behoove you to beg for her forgiveness.”

  The soldier tries to fight aga
inst Augustus’s grip but Augustus doesn’t budge.

  “What is the meaning of this?” One of the general’s that I met the morning I came from my room appears.

  He’s wearing a red coat, I assume he is one of the generals to the Southern Kingdom.

  “It seems Augustus has to teach your soldiers some manners.” Hyland states folding his arms over his chest.

  “I demand you let him go at once.”

  “Not until he apologizes to Lilly.” Augustus stipulates.

  “I will never apologize to a human.” The soldier spits out the word human.

  “So be it.” Augustus lets the soldier go, then nails him in the face knocking him to the ground.

  The other soldiers jump into action charging towards each other. They are brawling as if we are in the middle of war and not on the same side. Non-magicals and magicals attack soldiers. Western, Eastern, and Southern soldiers attack each other. It was a disaster, and I had had enough.

  “STOP IT!” I shout bringing everyone to an immediate stand still. I walk in the middle of the brawl yanking soldiers off each other. “What are you doing? You should be ashamed of yourselves. This is not how we should spend our time.” I demand once I have everyone’s attention.

  “We don’t have to listen to some idiot human girl.” The same soldier who refuses to apologize says.

  He’s still on the ground. Without thinking, I notch my arrow and let it fly. It lands directly between his legs pinning the crotch of his pants to the ground. His mouth opens and I can tell he’s in shock. I was a mere millimeter away from turning him into Billy Ray.

  “Now will you listen to me?”

  “Carry on.” He squeaks.

  “As I was saying, we should not be fighting each other. We are on the same team. We should be working together.”

  “Just because we are on the same side in this war does not make us a team.” The general to the Southern Kingdom says. “These people will never be my brothers. The faster you learn that, girl, the better for us all.”

  With those final words he walks away and the group breaks up. Everyone turning back to their corners of the campsite.