Betrothed to the Moon

by Wynter Boudreaux

  Where was she? He could smell her…

  His heightened vision activated by his wolf form, Jared took half a millisecond to discern her body where it lay twisted across a pile of straw against the opposite wall. She looked like she’d been carelessly tossed there by a giant, but he could tell she was alive. Even in the rotting stench of the dungeon around them, Jared could smell her delicious scent, and his sharp eyes focused hungrily on her nakedness.

  Someone had taken her clothes.

  He couldn’t see her private center, the nectar filled slit between her legs that made him hard even in wolf form. He couldn’t see her breasts, either, as they lay beneath her, her back exposed. Just the arch of her hips, the slope of her delicious buttocks, the white dip in the back of each knee. Her dark curls were strewn in all directions. She looked like a fallen angel.

  Jared was overwhelmed with relief when he knew she was alive; he’d known instantly, able to hear her heartbeat even at this distance. It was strange. His senses seemed even more dominant now that he’d transformed again and been in a fight with the unknown assailants; they pulsed in his body, almost overwhelming him with smells, sights, even tastes. He felt himself calm immediately when he realized Serena was alive, and unhurt, if unconscious; he almost relaxed enough to transition to human form—he could feel his humanity somehow unfurling itself in the core of his being, a strange new realization that topped all of the others—when his ears picked up the sound of heavy footsteps coming towards the dungeon door. Before it opened, he knew enough from the smell wafting through the barred window that this was the same person that had attacked them in his grandmother’s cottage.

  “Wolf, Morganson,” a deep voice growled, and Jared narrowed his eyes. This sounded like some kind of primitive made-up language. He barked in answer, and the voice entered the room, connected to a man who stood roughly four feet tall and five feet wide, his clever green eyes shining in the light of the single candle. “Still wearing your beast, are you? Well, it suits.” The man sneered and turned towards Serena’s naked body.

  Any woman in so vulnerable a position would have roused a chivalrous feeling in Jared, but Serena? He threw himself at the man, not even yelping as the iron chains dug into the flesh of his throat. The sounds he made filled the entire chamber and in spite of the distance between them, the little man stopped moving and gave Jared an uneasy stare before turning back towards the door.

  “Nervous, Shrentun?” A smooth voice startled the short man, and Jared continued barking furiously, the lather from his jaws covering the walls, as a second assailant arrived. He waved his hand, once, and the room was silent—Jared continued to writhe and bark and snarl and tried desperately to hurl himself at them—except for the grim voices of the two men, Shrentun and the unknown intruder.

  He was very tall, taller than even Jared would be as a human, and pale, lean muscles peaked from the edges of his sleeves and richly embellished tunic. A shock of white hair reached the middle of his back, and when he looked at Jared his eyes were beams of golden light. His ethereal beauty was only another threat to the wolf, although Jared knew from his scent he hadn’t been one of the kidnappers. At least, not originally. He was clearly playing a role now.

  “See? They’re bonded.” The shorter man scowled at the new-comer and waved his hands at Jared, who helplessly thrashed against his chains and wished more than anything he could break free from this silent torture and tear them both apart. “Found them together, he was naked—what more do you want?”

  “You are a particularly simple villain, Shrentun,” purred the tall, pale man who’d silenced Jared’s ferocious barking with a wave of his hand. “Kind of tragic, really. No imagination. There’s absolutely nothing else, of course, that could possibly have resulted in his condition.”

  Shrentun spluttered angrily. “We found them! Together!”

  The man with golden eyes spun on his heel and dipped low so that he and the other were face to face. His pale features grew icy. “Can you not tell? Can you not sense her purity?”

  Shrentun turned purple.

  Jared went insane. He understood, immediately, what the man meant; he wanted nothing more than to rip them both for pieces simply for knowing this intimate detail about Serena’s life.

  The golden eyes narrowed. “She’s a virgin. There’s no way they are bonded.”

  “But look at him!” Shrentun waved a hand lazily at Jared as he thrashed in the collar. “He wants her!”

  “That’s not how the binding works, and you know it.” Golden eyes sneered at Shrentun. “You know very little, and understand even less, but everyone knows that.”

  “She’s the key, Kelorian. We trance her, we get them to bond, and we own him. Forever.” Jared barely registered the words they were saying, he was thrashing so diligently against his chain, but the ringing silence where his barking should have been prevented him from being able to ignore them. We trance her. What the fuck did that mean?

  “We don’t need her. He’s the one, Shrentun,” the man named Kelorian said reasonably, pointing at Jared. “He’s the descendent of the Wolf.” His tone once again grew cold enough to cause shivers. “She’s just a poor human girl you dragged here without thinking about the consequences.” His eyes narrowed dangerously. “Perhaps you took her for other reasons.”

  “I have that right,” the short man stuttered, suddenly nervous. Jared smelled something in his sweat—something dangerous… Lust. The bastard wanted Serena.

  “Here? In Elfaven?” Kelorian smiled without any warmth, then leaned forward again and hissed in Shrentun’s face. “You have no rights.”

  “Trance her,” he rebutted, growing stubborn again, his dark eyes flashing. “Or I will.”

  For a moment, Jared thought Kelorian would punch his unwelcome partner in crime, but then the tall man stood up very straight and looked at Shrentun with a cruel, calculating expression. With a flick of his wrist, Serena’s unconscious body gently lobbed into the air and stayed there, floating, as Jared once again went mad with fury… And, although it shamed him, lust ripened in his beast as well. She was perfect. Kelorian rotated his hand and Serena in turn flipped onto her back, her legs slightly parted, her breasts bobbing. She was the color of cream and blush, ripened, the tips of her soft breasts a pink so light in color they almost appeared sheer. When Kelorian waved his hand again Jared couldn’t help but see the darker pink of her slick, secret hole, just visible beneath a lacy haze of chestnut. The smell of her stunned him momentarily into silence of his own making.

  Shrentun appeared to share his wonder, although on his greedy face it wasn’t a compliment to Serena’s beauty but a testament to his own character. Even Kelorian seemed slightly affected by her loveliness, but he was clearly more motivated to send a message—what message, Jared had yet to guess—to Shrentun.

  “Give her to me,” the shorter man rasped, staggering a bit. The lump in the front of his pants looked fat and Jared found himself reeling from the horror of possibilities he presented. “Give her to me, Kelorian—I won’t ruin the bond—but give her to me and I will—“

  “—You repulse me,” Kelorian said softly, but he merely flicked his wrist again and suddenly Serena was pinned against the wall, her back flat against the hard stone, her hair wild. Her eyes were fluttering, and Jared realized she would awake any moment. “Your plan, again, was what? To somehow violate this poor human in order to… what, exactly?”

  “They’re meant to be bound,” the shorter man bleated desperately. Serena’s arms and legs were spread apart on the wall, her curves on full display. Jared’s mouth watered. “They’re meant to be bound, and if you have one, you have control of the other. That’s the way it is—“

  “—But, as we’ve discussed, they are not bound,” Kelorian said icily. “This one,” he waved his fingers at Serena, and a transparent film appeared and began winding itself tightly around her, sealing her against the wall, “must go back to the Ironworld. We have the wolf. That is enough.” Shren
tun glared at him dumbly. Kelorian pointed a long, elegant finger at him and smiled his icy smile. “Your lies about having a plan—however effective, if they were bound—are a cover for your own filthy plans. If you touch her, I will know it, dwarf.” He turned towards the door, his velvet cape sweeping behind him in a dark cloud, but as he did so two tiny points of light danced out from underneath it and skittered across the floor. Kelorian was long gone by the time they began floating in front of Serena’s body like to tiny stars.

  “Rose goblins,” Shrentun murmured in wonder, watching them with awe. Jared’s keen eyes picked up their shapes: a tiny woman and man, perfectly formed, with small wings to match their small bodies. They were fascinated by Serena, coming closer and closer until they attached themselves to the slopes of her breasts. Serena stirred. With a wink, the little man took out a tiny dagger from his belt; Jared went insane, not wanting even the tiniest prick in her perfect flesh, but the little man carefully made a slit in the thick, transparent cover over her nipple. Serena’s pink bud slipped through, exposed, and the little man began to rub and kiss it, his mouth too small to take it in entirely. The little woman produced her own little knife and exposed Serena’s other nipple, excitedly stimulating it with tiny tongue, teeth and hands.

  Serena’s mouth fell open in that perfect shape again, her cheeks reddening just as Jared knew they would. He saw the muscles of her thighs flex as she tried to close her open legs, and then he saw the condensation between her pussy and the transparent weft holding her perfectly in place; it was so tight it cleaved her damp, pink pussy lips, and as he watched with his wolf eyes he saw the raw bud of her clit push against the captivating fabric. The tiny creatures gently motivating her body toward ecstasy smiled at one another and went back to work, each of them now rubbing their own damply glistening bodies against her nipple, the woman’s tiny vagina sliding up and down as the man simply stroked his cock in one hand while sucking Serena’s pointed tip.

  Serena moaned. She moaned low and deep, her head leaning back against the wall so that her white throat, long and lovely, was thrown in high relief against the dark wall. Jared ached to touch that slit between her legs, to satisfy the desperate need she exuded more and more with each second; he knew she probably had never felt anything like this. She had never been touched—

  Jared felt as though cold ice water were running along his spine. Shrentun now approached Serena where she lay pinned helplessly against the wall. His beefy cock was out, Jared realized, horror washing over him in waves, and the dwarf was teasing the slick head with his thick fingers, the pre-cum shimmering as he moved them back and forth. He staggered towards Serena, cast a vicious look back at Jared, and then gingerly reached towards her thigh.

  The little people above took no notice of him. Jared could tell they were approaching orgasm with Serena, who was nibbling her lip, wanting more. They brought her to the brink but with their size, they couldn’t satisfy; Shrentun, Jared realized with a wave of relief, was too short to put his fat cock into Serena’s delicate folds from the height of her position on the wall. His greased fingers slid along her thigh; she whimpered. He gave Jared another evil smile before tapping the heated bud pressed so tight against the transparent binding and groaning with lust as Serena gasped with pleasure. He teased her folds, and she began thrashing, unaware of anything but her body’s need. The transparent weft held her tight. Finally, Shrentun leaned towards her and pressed his tongue against the wrap, holding it against the bud of her clit and feeling her struggle as he milked his big cock, stroking it slowly from base to tip, his own eyes now closed in bliss.

  Jared could barely register everything that was happening. This disaster had taken what—five minutes? And what the hell was this—some kind of fairy den? Goblins, dwarves… If he didn’t know better he would’ve sworn that Kelorian bastard was some kind of elf.

  He could only spare a moment on these thoughts, though; after all, he was a damn werewolf. Anything seemed possible.

  Serena moaned louder this time, fighting to come. She was dappled in patches of rosy flesh, her desire covering her body with the tell-tale signs of arousal. The little couple came simultaneously, light shimmering around them as they hugged her breasts and shuddered their way into joy; when they finished, there was a smear of gold on each of her nipples from their bodies, Jared unable to tell if it was cum or simply goblin sweat. Shrentun too approached his climax, grunting into Serena’s pussy folds like a beast, his tongue slathering the transparent wrap that thankfully protected her from actual contact—although Jared could tell, he could see the desire in her—she would be riding that dwarf’s face right now if she could—she would be cumming in his mouth, screaming his strange name like a prayer—if Jared could only…. If he was only…

  “No! Serena, wake up! Serena!” His human voice filled the room as he transformed back. The tiny couple seemed to notice him for the first time and stared with wide eyes, then swept away like drag-racing fire flies, tiny dips of light here and gone. Shrentun, however, ignored Jared; if anything he felt more lust, pumping away at himself, enjoying the pain he caused, enjoying violating Serena’s body—

  --And Serena enjoyed it too. Jared screamed at the top of his lungs, watching her chest heave against the wrap. Her nipples were hard as pebbles, her cheeks now ruby crested; she was seconds from cumming. She moaned in need. “Serena, please—“ Jared pleaded, his heart breaking for them both. This isn’t what she would have wanted.

  And she belonged to him. She couldn’t come for anyone else.

  That feeling of elemental pull took him over. He owned her. He needed her. Serena belonged to Jared. There was nothing else to it.

  “She’s mine,” Jared growled, even as a human. He wrapped his fingers around the iron chains and began pulling them from the wall; his work as a wolf had certainly loosened them, and he realized that the strength he’d felt before hadn’t entirely left him when the beast did. A clinking sound alerted him that the iron pegs holding him were now popping out of the wall, one by one, as he pulled with his mighty strength. “Mine, dwarf. Back away!”

  Shrentun’s eyes were rolling back in his head. He pulled harder at the stiff, fat cock in his hand and let out a low rumble, his hips now bucking. He’d forgotten Serena, though, and her hips helplessly attempted to thrust against their barrier, seeking the heat of the dwarf’s mouth. She bit her lip in frustration.

  Jared grew closer, the pins popping loose.

  He was two feet away from the dwarf, whose eyes were closed as he pumped recklessly away.

  One foot. Shrentun turned and aimed his cock at the transparent covering over Serena’s swollen pussy.

  Six inches away….

  Thick drops of blue, crystalline fluid coated the membrane protecting her body, but she could feel the heat—her mouth opened in anticipation, but when no pressure accompanied the change in temperature, she howled in frustration—just as Jared made his way across the room.

  “Mine.” Jared’s hands wrapped around the dwarf’s throat and squeezed. He could feel the dark taking the thick little man over, feel him reeling from the abrupt end to his fun—he was going to kill him. He was going to kill him for tricking his Serena, the beast inside of him celebrating, uniting with his human form to savage this prey--

  Suddenly he was ripped away from his kill, flat on his back against the opposite wall in a perfect imitation of Serena’s position. Transparent weft tightly wove him to the stone till he could feel himself bound and helpless, struggling and not moving an inch, not even with his mighty strength. Jared screamed with rage and tried to transform, but found that… He couldn’t.

  Shrentun lay writhing on the chamber floor, holding his throat and gasping for air. A smooth voice interrupted Jared’s murderous thoughts as Kelorian, with two tiny points of light circling his head, stepped between them.

  “Enough, wolf,” the tall elf said, sighing as he looked at his nails in a bored way. “Yes, yes, yes, we heard you: she’s yours already.”
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  Chapter Nine

  “Well, wolf, what is your story?” Kelorian was unintimidated by the shouted threats Jared rained down on him—and to be fair, Jared himself wasn’t sure what kind of lawyers would have a lot of power over these… Creatures. What law could they possibly answer to? They were obviously savages.

  Shrentun was now leaning against the wall as far from Jared as he could get, still trying to catch his breath and rubbing his throat. “I wish I could strangle you, too,” Jared glowered at Kelorian, staring him down. “I don’t give a shit about your magic fucking hands, asshole—you’re as bad as that piece of shit over there.”

  Kelorian scowled back. “Low accusations, wolf. And false besides. I left this room assuming the newest member of our ranks” –here, he turned his scowl on Shrentun—“understood the most basic of commands. He’d previously demonstrated an undisciplined and unscrupulous nature; now we know he is defiant. Unfaithful, one might say.” Jared realized half-way through this speech that once again Kelorian wasn’t really addressing him any more; this time Shrentun also realized.

  “I was going to,” he panted. “I was going to take her back.”

  “What? With your spunk all over her cheek?” Kelorian did not get louder when angry; he grew calmer, quieter, paler. He was as dangerous, Jared saw, as the sea—bottomless, churning, and outwardly calm. “Do you think that would have ended well for Elfaven?”

  “Your magic was already touching her! And theirs!” He waved a meaty paw at the dancing lights and Kelorian grew still and silent.

  “Yes. Well, they will have to be dealt with as well,” Kelorian said softly, and the tiny people frantically bobbed in the air with anxiety, their light like spitting sparks from a blazing fire. Kelorian ignored them. “This spell” –he waved his hand at Jared, and the bonds tightened again—“specifically prevents magic. It will prevent him from transforming, and her from being affected by her proximity to so much power. It was intended,” he said, his voice now dangerously low, “to protect her.”