by Lily Thomas
She gulped, but nodded. He was the expert here. If he said she needed more time, she would believe him. She didn’t want there to be any pain.
He kept eye contact with her, as his tongue shot out. Stryme licked between her thighs in one swift movement.
She jumped in shock, as pleasure rocked her. It felt so perfect, but it had to be wicked and sinful. Surely, she was wrong for doing this, but he didn't let her dwell on it.
Her hips moved up until her butt was up off the furs, as he continued his onslaught. Stryme growled low in his throat. The vibrations pulsed against her sensitive parts.
“What do you want?” He asked her.
At first, she didn't respond, but when he did another stroke of his tongue against her wetness she responded.“Please. Please, don't stop. Your tongue feels so good.” She gasped out to him. She wasn’t able to recognize her own voice it was so husky. What had he turned her into?
His face ducked down between her thighs, and he kept stroking her with his tongue. Every once in a while, he would stick it inside her a little, and her hips would buck against his face. She wanted more, but didn't know how to ask for what she wanted.
Sounds came out of her she had never known she could make. She couldn't stop the moans of pleasure. The sounds were just so completely unfamiliar to her. Her muscles started to clench, as he sucked on her, and she felt like she was flying among the clouds. It felt incredible! Her hips moved in rhythm with his strokes, until she finally felt the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.
“Yes!” Stryme growled against her as he quickened his strokes against her.
She came, shuddering from the force of her climax. Her mind slowly floated down from the clouds. A slight feeling of embarrassment overwhelmed her, as rosy blush crept up her face. Ever since meeting him, she seemed to blush like crazy.
He was the only man who seemed to baffle her mind. She would never be able to think straight around him.
“You looked and sounded beautiful, when you came for me.” His tone was so low, which made her barely able to make out the words.
She had felt so strange letting all those noises out, but she smiled shyly down at him. It was good to know he enjoyed them.
“Thank you.” She said.
He chuckled, as he kissed his way back up her body. “There is no reason to thank me. I should be thanking you for being so responsive. You make me feel like a king.”
“You are a king.” She said with raised eyebrows, like it didn't mean all that much.
Stryme smiled down at her. “But now I feel like a king with such a treasure as you in my possession. All of those little sounds you make let me know I am taking care of you.”
“Please stop. You are going to make me blush even more!” Elizabeth held her hands up to her cheeks.
“Ready for more?” Anticipation dripped from his voice. He was just as excited as she was.
“More?” Elizabeth asked a little uncertainty.
Nodding he laid down next to her. Taking her hand he put it on his throbbing cock. It jumped the moment her hands curled around it.
She let out a gasp. She had seen it before, but it still impressed her with its size. “It’s so massive. Do you think it will fit?”
“What every male wishes to hear from hisfemale.” He closed his eyes clearly enjoying her hand being around his member.
“What would you like me to do?”
He placed his hand over hers gliding it over his cock. She watched as the skin went up over the tip, and then back down exposing the tip again to her greedy view. She was mesmerized by what she was seeing. She watched as a pearly bead formed on the tip, as she stroked his cock some more.
He let out a shaky breath and a groan, every once in a while. His face plainly showed his pleasure, as her hand stroked him. Elizabeth wondered if she looked similar to him, when she was enjoying what he had been doing to her.
Right when she believed he was about to come his hand covered hers, stopping her.
“Did I do something wrong?” She asked wondering why he had removed her hand, when he seemed to be taking such pleasure.
“No!” He all but yelled. “You were doing an amazing job. Such a great job that I had to stop you or risk coming all over you.”
She tried to imagine what that might be like.
“I have something else in mind for tonight.” His dark eyes focused on her in the firelight.
Elizabeth cocked her head to one side.
“Lay still for me.” He commanded her.
Elizabeth watched as he moved up over her. She loved feeling his weight pressing down on her. It felt so perfect.
“What are you thinking about?” He gave her a quick peck on the lips. He watched her, as he waited for her answer.
Elizabeth shrugged her shoulders. “I was only thinking about how much I am enjoying being here with you.”
Her answer seemed to please him since he gave her a dazzling smile. Those crimson eyes once scared her, but now they drew her in. She felt comfortable looking into their warm depths. She had become used to them.
“I am glad you are finally comfortable with me, Elizabeth.”
His hands came up to hold her face, as he kissed her hard. She felt as though he was claiming her. For all she knew she was about to be ruined for any other man. Stryme had to be an exceptional lover, and there was no way he was going to be leaving her wanting more.
His cock prodded her snug entrance, and all thoughts fled her mind, as she focused in on what was about to happen. She couldn’t help but feel excitement.
“I want to know the truth, Elizabeth. Are you sure you won’t regret this, when morning comes?”
Elizabeth debated it in her head. She couldn't promise she wouldn't regret it, but she did want him. She wanted to feel the passion he moved inside her. She wanted to live for the moment and not worry about the future anymore. She wanted to forfeit some of her responsibility.
“I won’t.”
Seeming satisfied with her answer, he gave a nod.
Slowly, he pressed the tip of his stiff member into her moist center. She squirmed a little, as her opening started to stretch wide. Stryme stopped, waiting for her to adjust to the width of his cock.
When she smiled back up at him encouragingly, he pushed his cock in some more until the tip of his cock hit her virgin barrier. There he stopped and waited as she adjusted to the stretching of her soft sheath.
“You are all the way in?” Elizabeth asked, hoping the answer would be yes.
Stryme let out a hearty laugh and apologized. “Sadly, my sweet, it is not.”
She grimaced, that wasn't the answer she had been hoping for. “I don't think you will fit, Stryme. I doubt this will work between a human and a giant.” She had never before heard of such a joining, and maybe there was a reason for that.
“You were built to allow a male inside, whether he be human or giant.”
Elizabeth eyed him doubtfully. “I’m fairly certain my body was only built for a human male.”
He growled. “Believe me. I will fit.” He seemed to consider something then asked her. “Would you like it to be over quickly? The initial pain that is.”
“Could you please go slow? I think it would be the wiser idea.” But she wasn't sure it would be the best. She was starting to think she should get it over quickly like he had said. He probably had a better idea of what she might experience.
“If you would like.”
She could see he was restraining himself from plunging forward into her soft body with one swift stroke. Slowly, he pressed farther into her. Elizabeth closed her eyes tightly as she felt herself stretch. The pain was so sharp.
“Stop!” She gasped, and then looked up at him. “Fast?”
That was all she needed to ask of him. Before she could think, he had grabbed her around the waist and plunged his member deep within her. His cock tore through her virgin barrier, and all she could do was let out a squeak of pain.
He kept moving gently
within her. She found the aching pain vanishing, only to be replaced with pure pleasure.
Elizabeth opened her eyes and let out a moan of desire, as he picked up the pace within her. Soon her body was responding to his every thrust. Her hips rose to meet his every push. Ecstasy washed over her mind and body, and she felt her soft walls close down around him again and again.
Closing her eyes she let the sparks fly across her vision, as she felt her body press down around his member. A hot rush filled her, as Stryme growled near to her ear. They came at the same time. Each of them washed away by the power and depth of feeling.
Elizabeth gasped for breath. Air rushed past her ear, as Stryme let out a heavy sigh.
Never before had she felt this kind of connection with another. If he was trying to steal her heart he was doing a hell of a job. She feared this connection would only result in heartbreak, at least for her.
He let out a small groan, as he lifted his body off of her. He moved to lie next to her. Once he had steadied his breathing, he pulled her into his embrace spooning against her body. They fit together like two pieces of a complex puzzle.
With a little stretch Elizabeth quickly fell into an exhausted sleep. She felt safe and sound in his steady arms. There was nothing that could touch her, at this moment. She didn’t have to worry about escaping and marrying a prince she had never met.
Stryme couldn't believe the fondness flowing through him for a human female. Never before would he have thought he had the ability to feel such emotion for a human. There was a pull between them he was afraid to admit to.
Another thing that was terrifying him was the thought of not having her beside him every night. It had his heart stopping with fright. Him. A fire giant warrior and king. Frightened of not having his little human female beside him. It confused him how he could hold such intense feelings for her.
But he had them. He couldn’t deny it. He looked down at her sleeping form huddled in his arms. He was sure she still wanted to return to her people. Would he ever be willing to let her go back? He didn’t think so.
He had thought she would be a novelty he would eventually get rid of. But now he was starting to imagine her being around. He could get used to her being a part of his life.
If he kept her here, he was going to have quite the struggle. He was sure she would attempt more escapes. Stryme heaved a sigh and put his head down next to hers. His mind raced, as he tried to fall asleep. He wondered if he should try to keep her at the castle or just let her go free. One of them would have to sacrifice their happiness for the other.
Chapter 12
She felt so raw and tender between her thighs. Elizabeth woke slowly and tried to remember why she would feel so sore down there. Then it came to her. She had slept with Stryme, the king of the fire giants.
Tensing just a tad Elizabeth tried to see if she could feel him behind her. When she realized he wasn't in the room, she sat up in the bed. She had been hoping he would be. Cuddling this morning would have been enjoyable, after allowing him her virginity. It was something she should have saved for a husband, which would have been the prince of Sardarn.
The prince could throw her out if he found out. He could say the marriage didn’t count, since she wasn’t a virgin.
Elizabeth gulped. She might like her freedom, but guilt ate at her as she once again felt the pressure on her shoulders. She wondered if Stryme leaving was a sign of him not caring about what she had given him.
What had she been thinking last night? Her freedom from marriage was going to her head. She wasn’t even free. She was a captive.
There were so many questions and she had no answers for any of them. There was no one for her to turn to. No one to discuss her worries with. She was alone, while being among so many others.
She might be able to talk to Kiyla, but she wouldn’t be able to bring up that she was a princess and what responsibilities she had. Then there was Sarah, but Elizabeth wouldn’t be able to bring up what was happening between her and Stryme. She wanted someone she could discuss it all with.
Elizabeth swung her legs over the edge of the bed and ended up sucking in a breath of pain. Sore didn't even begin to describe how she felt.
Staying in bed all day sounded like an amazing idea to her, but then Sarah would fret about her. Elizabeth would have to make an appearance. She would have to get up and bear the soreness with a smile.
She also had to make sure Sarah never found out what she had done last night with Stryme. All she felt for Sarah was love, but Elizabeth knew she would never understand.
With a tight-lipped huff, she stood.
On the other side of the chamber was a metal tub, and she could just make out the steam spiraling into the chilly air of the room.
Stryme had been thoughtful enough to prepare a bath for her. Even if he wasn't here to cuddle, at least he had been kind enough to leave her a hot bath to relax in. Maybe he did have some feelings for her after all. He would have had to plan this and get it prepared without waking her.
It showed her how thoughtful and kind he was. Perhaps there was too much going on for him to have stayed until she woke. He was a king after all.
A good soak in that tub and her muscles wouldn't feel sore anymore!
Sinking into the hot water Elizabeth let out a sigh of contentment. The warm water rushed over her skin and sent little goose bumps running up her arms. It felt so marvelous! She would have to remember to express her gratitude, when she saw Stryme again. That is, if she ever got out of the tub.
“I could stay here all day.” She murmured to herself, as her eyelids grew heavy.
There was still a prickle in the back of her mind that the water couldn’t wash away.
She had yet to tell Stryme about her brothers. She didn’t know how to broach such a subject. Letting the water relax her, she tried to think of how best to bring it up with him. She didn’t want to spring it on him, yet she didn’t really know how else to bring it up.
It wasn’t a conversation one could ease into.
Stryme observed the girl called Sarah from across the room. She looked disgusted by the fire giants around her.
He shook his head and frowned. Humans like her were the problem. If they could just be accepting of others, the giants wouldn't have any problems with them. They had done too much harm to the land around them for the giants to care about any human life.
Only Elizabeth seemed to think herself equal to the beings around her. Or she was very good at pretending. He had never seen hatred enter her eyes. Even when Lele had thrown Elizabeth out of her seat, Elizabeth had only shown concern.
Sarah turned, as if sensing his gaze and stared directly at him. Actually, she glared. It was as if she knew he had deflowered Elizabeth last night. Then again she seemed to glare at everything around her, and he had to wonder if she was ever pleased.
Elizabeth and Sarah seemed to be so different, yet they were friends. He was glad Sarah hadn’t corrupted Elizabeth with her views on the world. He could see Sarah trying to convince Elizabeth to put distance between them, after what they had shared.
Maybe he should turn the other human females loose and keep Elizabeth here for himself. No, he couldn't do that. Then she would just be without human companionship.
Elizabeth would never be content as a captive. He would have to convince her to stay with him. The mighty king was going to have to do some wooing, and he had absolutely no idea where to start.
He turned his attention back to Sarah. She was still glaring at everything going on around her. He chuckled softly to himself. At least she was amusing to watch.
Right then he caught Sarah glaring at something else across the hall.
He turned, and his breath stuck in his chest. There was Elizabeth, looking like a queen. He was glad she had found the clothing he had left her by the tub.
He thought she might enjoy the outfit. Since she was wearing it, he must have been correct.
A smile spread across his face, even though he
could now feel two sets of eyes glaring at him. Both Lele and Sarah were displeased, and they seemed to be on the same side, without even knowing it.
Elizabeth hadn't been sure about wearing the dress, but its beauty had appealed to her. It was so exquisite.
When she slipped it on over her head, she had automatically felt like a queen. It showed her curves off so well. Human dresses were made to cover a woman, but this dressed showed she was a woman. She liked being able to show her curves off. She was getting used to being around the fire giants. Other than Lele, none of them paid her too much attention.
She couldn't help but beam. She ran her hands over the fabric of the dress. It was softer than anything she had felt before. Even the finest silks she had worn were nothing compared to this dress.
Once she walked through the entryway to the great hall the sound level went down to a slight murmur, as all eyes followed her every movement. Elizabeth made sure to keep her head held high.
There was no way she would be scared away, because every fire giant was watching her intently. Here was the human woman who was able to distract their king. Of course, they would be interested in her.
She made sure to place her feet correctly on the stone floor. Now would not be the best time to trip and fall.
Once to the table, she sat beside Stryme and caught Sarah scowling at the both of them. Elizabeth could see she was going to have to talk with Sarah or her friend may think she had given up on trying to get to Sardarn. She may be enjoying what Stryme was offering, but she still knew she had responsibilities. It wasn’t like she was about to forget she was a princess.
She still needed time to come up with a plan. So far, Elizabeth had no idea of what to do. She would need to get out of the castle without Stryme realizing it and that seemed impossible.
“You look enchanting this morning, Elizabeth.” Stryme laid a hand over hers and squeezed it.
A rosy blush crept up her face at the compliment. “Only because you left me such a beautiful dress to wear.”
