by J. E. Keep
There was a look of amusement upon Saghar’s face, and he licked his thick lower lip as he watched her approach. “Our ways are different, Matriarch,” he intoned, reaching a hand up towards her face and lightly touching her jawline. “But I enjoyed what you did. Enjoyed it... immensely,” he said with something of a throaty growl, and she couldn’t place it, but there was something a bit different about his demeanor. Almost... aggressive.
It was odd coming from a race so thoroughly controlled by their Matriarchs, but it couldn’t help but make her stomach flutter with excitement. “Your brother seemed to like his part in it too,” she admitted. “But neither of it means either of you are favoured over the other.”
That kindled something in him, and she wasn’t even sure what it was. His dark eyes widened, almost lit up, and he took hold of her shoulder with his other hand, brazenly pulled her towards him. “My brother is pleased to do his part in you,” he growled out in response, simple and yet mysterious.
She didn’t understand it, but her mind was becoming too hazy to care. She’d been curious and conflicted when she heard them arguing, but now that it was passed she remembered what had woken her. A dream that had made her pulse with need, and now that Saghar was touching her, it was hard to remember her worries.
Aleena was their Matriarch, whether she liked it or not, but in the deep of the night she had the same needs of anyone else. She licked over her lips, letting her head tilt to the side and her hair cascade down her shoulder. “You’re pleased not to do that part, then?”
That made his lips curve into a rather feral grin. “Oh, it pleases me very much,” he replied simply, and she felt his hard, strong hand stroke back along her pale jaw towards her ear, through her hair to her neck. “But I have been watching you. Observing,” he said, pressing his bare chest to hers so that her teats nestled against his hard muscle. “Tell me, Matriarch, elves breed differently than we Kron, do they not?” And he lifted a brow in curiosity.
“We do most things differently,” she agreed as her eyelids descended, her breath pushing past her lips faster. Her heart raced against her chest and her nipples stiffened against his hard flesh. “Our bodies are different.”
He hunched his great shoulders and head, bringing himself a bit closer towards her as he spoke. “It must be something special then, for no Kron Matriarch would ever spill a mate’s seed like you did when she had only two to fertilize her brood.” Aleena could feel the swell of manhood beneath Saghar’s kilt rise against her. “You have different ways... and I think perhaps” — he licked along the seam of his lips — “you chose to do things a different way with me because of that. A special way,” he reiterated.
“Who’s to say I just didn’t want a taste of you?” she asked, but her voice sounded so foreign. It sounded smaller than she’d ever allowed herself to sound around him, and she knew it was her lust. She wanted him — and his brother — very badly.
It was a horrific taboo she was breaking, but she wondered if that only made it better for her. It felt like she was spiting her people for their lack of acknowledgement and her hand ran along Saghar’s arm. “Who’s to say it had anything to do with children?”
She could feel his heavy breathing wash over her as he slid a hand down her side, the other on her neck. He felt her out, came down to her round rear, then squeezed it tight. “You were taken with desire,” he husked in return to her, and that thought seemed to drive him a little mad with lust of his own, for he lifted her slender body up by her rear and forced his lips to hers in a passionate embrace of tongues and mouths.
She met him back with even more hunger as her arms wrapped around his thick, Kron neck. She felt so small and so powerful with him at the same time, and as her thick thighs parted to wrap around his hips, she was reminded why. He was far bigger than any elf she’d been with, and the difference in their flesh tones was something twisted and exquisite.
Saghar hadn’t the bulk of his brother, but he was not short on strength, and he pressed her nude form up against the wall, sandwiching her in between the wood and his own hard muscle. His tongue delved into her mouth, and he felt her out, stroked her bare, pale sides and ground his dick against her through his kilt.
He continued it for some time, until finally he broke the seal of their lips and pulled his kilt down, letting that thick shaft bounce free. His eyes met hers then, and he stared at her with wanton desire. “Show me something else,” he said with a dark husk. “Show me more perversions, Matriarch.”
Her eyes glinted with passion, but she so badly wanted to simply fuck him. Yet at his urging, darker things boiled to the surface. “We’ll do as I please,” she reminded him, but her words were breathless as her naked body ground against his.
Her sweet scent filled the air, and her nails dug into his neck. “Take me to the bed.”
Something about him then reminded her of a chained beast, he looked almost ready to rebel in his lusts for her perversions, but he obeyed at last. With a reluctant motion he pulled her from the wall and carried her over to the bed, laid her out there then climbed atop it on his knees, his massive girth jutting out proudly, so thick and well veined as he loomed over her, stroking her legs. All the while his powerful chest swelled with his heavy breathing spurred on by desire.
She didn’t think she’d last very long in her need, and yet she regained that control of herself, of the situation. She was a beautiful woman as she lay on the comforter, and her thick legs spread wide. Her scent wafted more thickly into the air, and her hands slowly ran up her own body.
“Watch,” she murmured as her own eyes shut closed, and her fingers pinched her nipples, tweaking them roughly. She let them go for only a moment before she grabbed them harder, pulling the pale pink buds up and drawing her white breasts with them. A moan escaped her, and she repeated the motion.
“Now you,” she commended, relinquishing one of her nipples as she continued to tease the other to such a state of stiffness.
Saghar watched, and very simply he reached out and repeated her motion. He had no problem replicating it, though with his rough, strong hand the squeezing and playing was much harsher, much more stimulating in its own way. “I know how to stimulate my Matriarch’s tits,” he said, twisting and toying with that stiff bud in a skillful manner as he loomed over her fair body.
She laughed, or at least, she tried. It came out as some deep groan of pain and pleasure and amusement. “How am I supposed to know that?” she groaned as her back arched into his hand. Pleasure spiked through her, and tiny panted breaths marked the air. “There’s only so many things to do with two bodies.”
He brought his other hand to her, and both of his great palms kneaded her breast flesh, teased and toyed with her pert mounds as he leaned over her, nearing her face. She could see the look of lust mixed with something else there. Frustration? Desperation? Aggression?
“You did something special with me though,” he said in his growling voice. “You chose me to breed first, and then you tasted my seed.” He licked along his lips as he so skillfully, eagerly worked her teats. “What elvish secrets do your actions hold?” And she could practically taste it then. He wanted to believe she had some higher purpose behind her choices. Perhaps that she had chosen him between the two brothers for some special bond.
She moaned and writhed beneath him as her mind became more and more fuzzy. “Tell me what else you do to them. To the other Matriarchs,” she pleaded. He was working her into such a state and already her thighs were wet with her thick juices. She was so horny for him, for his brother, for whomever would fuck her the best. There was no hidden reasoning behind that. She just needed to feel that passion, that pleasure once more.
It was definitely frustration that laced his voice then as he continued to work her breasts, and buck his hips in such a way that his thick cock ground against her mons, through her patch of pubic hair. “They enjoy us to suckle them. To lick at their folds before mating,” he explained in his strained, gravelly voice.
“They sometimes make us touch each other for their entertainment before making use of our bodies themselves.”
The Matriarchs certainly knew how to throw a party, and Aleena’s body ached for his. She was worried that Ramtok would catch them, and that she wouldn’t be able to get off before she had to negotiate the deal with the bandits. She’d never been so lust filled and pent up before, and he just kept teasing her higher.
“Fuck,” she cursed, “Fuck!” Aleena sat up and looked at him, her eyelids descending in her need. “When we have more time, more privacy, I will teach you everything…”
Something warred in the large brute, but lust and something more won out. A slight crook of his lips took over, though there was a smidgen of doubt on his broad, handsomely alien face. “Very well, Matriarch,” he growled and then took hold of her chest, positioning their two bodies so that his brutishly wide cock pierced into her slick quim, forcing its girth on into her tight, waiting canal with a lewd grunt from him.
Aleena cried out and bit down on her lip to silence the sound of pure pleasure. He filled her so wholly, his cock rubbing along her canal every inch of the way. She twisted her body beneath his as her legs wrapped around his back.
It was too deep, and a flash of pain went through her, but it was exquisite. “Yes!” she gasped and then bit down on her lower lip once more.
Saghar pressed her down into the bed, his two hands palming her breasts as those fingers curled about her chest. He began to pump his length into her tight depths, and she felt it then. Her dutiful Kron mate was fucking her with that tinge of aggressive assertiveness, acting out in such a strangely uncharacteristic manner for one of his kind.
The loud slap of his balls as they struck the swell of her ass filled the room, and he grunted and groaned over her as he struck in with such skillful precision. Even amidst his lusty change.
The subtleties reminded her, in ways, of elven society. Just the slightest change, yet it meant the world, and yet she couldn’t care at all for the moment. Instead, she focused on the sensation of his hard body touching hers. The way their skin felt, rubbing together. How his arms felt beside her biceps.
For how wrongly their bodies looked together, how taboo it was for her to do such a thing with one of his kind, the way his thick manhood pummeled her depths and plunged so deeply into her was pure bliss. He could fill her like no elf or man ever could have, and with the careful practice and training of a lifetime, he knew how to use that gorgeous gift supremely well.
His eyes were nearly shut as he bent over her form, the slap of their bodies filling the room as he kept up his fast, hungry pace. That dark savage of hers so eager to feel her, swelling with each eager throb of his manhood.
Their bodies were different, and they responded differently. She knew as her own body spiked with pleasure that he wouldn’t last longer. Couldn’t, maybe. It made her orgasm even more intense as she bit down on her lip and arched her back, forcing him to rub against her body in just the right way to make her toes curl.
It was like sweet, blissful clockwork. The moment her slick honey flooded that tight canal and coated his loins, he arched his back and buried himself into her as deeply as he could fit, striking her depths a bit jarringly as he unleashed that obscenely thick stream of virile seed. Her two Kron men were so fit and masculine, and they unleashed torrents of cum unlike anything a human or elven man could.
That sweet simultaneous release had him bucking and grunting atop her, spilling that seed into her where his brother had unleashed his not long before. Though Saghar’s fingers dug into her a little too hard as he quaked with his earth-shaking release.
Her breath caught and her body felt alight with sensations as she writhed beneath her strong mate. She’d messed things up so much, promised more than she could deliver, but the sweet bliss he gave her made her forget about it for those intense moments.
As the hulking Kron finished his long climax, he looked down at her through narrowed slits as he breathed heavily. When he pulled himself free of her unbidden, letting that torrent of cum slide out of her, she was painfully aware that the dynamics of her new relationship were more complicated than she’d previously realized.
Chapter 20 – The Rebels
The night seemed never ending. The tide of wicked creatures below passed Rosa and Marin by. Mostly.
Yet some remained. She knew this because she could hear the incessant clawing on the tree below. She could feel it resonate through the trunk and up into the limb of the tree beneath her.
Throughout it, however, he held her. The compulsion to look down at whatever hunted them was diminished, but still she felt that nagging curiosity.
“Don’t,” came his voice in her ear, quiet but firm. It was almost as if he could sense the curiosity about to overwhelm her senses. Or more likely because he felt it in himself as well.
Hours had passed, and still his strong arms and legs wrapped about her, kept her in place. Kept her safe, from the things below.
And herself.
She couldn’t sleep, and every time she came close to nodding off she saw things she couldn’t name or remember, the things even her subconscious feared, and she held him a little tighter. Fear bound them together, and even though her thoughts were muddled with terror, she felt something change within her.
Something important.
That respect had grown through the night, and she finally felt she understood what the rebels had been dealing with since before she was born. Since before her parents and grandparents had been born. These things, these fears and dangers that had shaped their lives, and she understood she could never be one of them. She couldn’t help them anymore. She was worthless baggage, yet he’d come back for her, and the awareness caused her trembling body to soften against his.
“How long will they linger?” she murmured.
Those were her first words since she’d stopped unknowingly screaming. It had been as if speaking, even whispering, had taken such strength of will and courage she didn’t have to spare through the night, but then they spilled out. The feel of that ominous presence, she realized, had dissipated and she could be bold again.
“They’re gone,” he said, though she already felt it to be so. “For now at least.” And she could feel the pounding of his heart through his chest and into her. He was strong, courageous, he had saved her despite the panic and terror that had crippled her, and even with the danger gone — or so it seemed — he held her tight and close. Strong arms around her midsection, though he no longer needed to keep her pinned, the urge to stare into the abyss gone. It was more like a hug.
Relief had made the desperate hold into a grateful embrace.
She slumped her head against him, wariness gripping her as she hugged him back, her body feeling such a deep exhaustion as it’d never known before. She’d been hiking through rugged terrain for days, but this was something wholly different.
“We have to keep going?”
The steady breathing in her ear was heavy, and he hesitated answering her. For the first time since she’d encountered the man, he was weary. Exhausted. He held her firmly and husked into her ear, “We’ll rest.” It was still dark, though she felt dawn must be approaching.
With his hard body reclined against the tree trunk, and hers melted to his, he seemed to be climbing down from his terrified high. “Relax and rest, Rosa,” he said softly. “We’ll eat and head out when we’re sure it’s safe.” Though even she knew it was mostly because neither of them was in any shape to move as they were and relief at surviving the night was too thick to throw away just yet.
“They can’t get us here,” she reassured them both as her body leaned into his, the leather straining against her form. As the fear drained from her, pain took its place, and she realized her face probably had more than a few gashes, and her clothes were torn in places.
Still, it didn’t matter. She was alive. He’d saved her again.
She dozed off at some point, at least briefly. Though when
she awoke it was to the sound of birds chirping, the feel of sun on her face. They were so far up there were few branches to block out its light, and she greeted the morning for once with true happiness.
Surviving such a harrowing experience, and finding herself in the still tightly protective arms of her saviour was the best wakeup she’d had in ages.
He stirred behind her, his two arms across her torso, one pushed up beneath her bust, and she felt it then. That awkward morning stiffness, so very male, pressed at her backside as he held on to her fleshy and curvaceous form.
Still asleep, he shifted just a bit against her, greedy in his unconscious state for her closeness.
She rested her head against his shoulder, and couldn’t help but smile a bit. She lived. Her fingers laced into his and tugged him nearer, feeling so vibrant despite the lack of sleep. Despite everything else. It seemed like it all washed away, and all she was left with was the present moment, that feeling of awareness. It was as though she were a flower finally opening to bloom, and she simply enjoyed it.
Basking in the warmth of the morning sun, he squeezed her from behind and nuzzled into her long blonde hair. In a low, groggy voice he said, “We made it.”
That might’ve been expected there, but instead of stopping he brought his head into the crook of her neck and nibbled her ear. All while he ground that throbbing manhood into her round ass with early-morning need.
She couldn’t help but be confused, but at the same time... she felt it too. It was like her body wanted to celebrate being alive, to seek out sensations and pleasure like it’d never known before. She’d been so close to the void, the thing that she couldn’t imagine, and now that she was in the world...
A soft moan filled the air between them and she clutched him more needily. No longer was it the warm, considerate hug. It was something of passion and desire. “Yes,” she murmured.
