There is something about Super-Hot Rugged Guy, Elias. I feel something when he looks at me, when he’s near me that I’ve never felt before. It’s more than just excitement, more than fear or unknowing. It’s bigger than anything I’ve ever experienced.
I don’t know what is going to happen next, if I’ve been kidnapped or maybe he’s telling the truth and I’ve somehow out of thin air ended up in this place that I’ve never heard of before. I should be curled in a ball in the corner rocking back and forth in horror, but I believe him when he says that I am safe under his protection.
“I’m not a witch, Elias,” I breathe.
His head jerks, his eyes turning a darker shade of blue, almost indigo, and I exhale at the sight, my nipples tightening. My body is begging to be touched by this stranger, and it’s as if I’m not in control of myself.
“What are you, Sybilla?” he asks, taking several long strides to my side.
He doesn’t sink down and sit next to me again, instead he looks down at me, his gaze dropping and focusing on mine as he licks his lips. It’s hot as hell, so damn sexy. My entire body heats at the sight, I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t come.
“Something is wrong,” I say, my voice not hiding my sudden fear.
Elias’ head jerks as he lowers slightly, his hand shooting out and the back pressing against my forehead.
“You are clammy. You’ve a fever,” he murmurs.
Lifting my own hand, I wrap my fingers around his wrist and hold him to me. Just the touch of his skin against my own feels fantastic. “I feel like I’m going to explode, I’ve never felt like this before,” I breathe.
Something flashes in his eyes, but I can’t focus on that, I’m too busy trying to keep my fingers around his wrist at the same time shimmying out of this fucking ridiculous gown.
“Sybilla,” he breathes.
“I don’t know why, but I need you to touch me, Elias. I need to feel you, I need you to make me come,” I beg breathlessly as I rise, allowing the gown to fall down my body and pool at my knees.
“Gods,” he hisses through clenched teeth.
His hand moves from my head, down to wrap around the side of my throat. It’s not enough. I whimper, the need filling me, heating me to the point of combustion.
I don’t know how I haven’t imploded at this point. I need his touch, instinctively, I know that his touch will ease the pressure and ache of my entire body.
Elias slides his thumb along my bottom lip and I peek my tongue out to taste his rough digit. He tastes like salt, his skin is calloused and it’s sexy as fuck. Everything about him is sexy as shit. I want to drag my tongue along the scar on his face. I want to ride him until we’re both screaming.
Basically, I want to fuck his brains out.
My stomach clenches with nausea, my face heats, and I lift my hands to touch my cheeks. I’m completely humiliated by my feelings, by my brazen actions. I’ve never done this before. I haven’t even had sex for over a year.
When I left my ex, I busied myself with work and tried to heal from allowing myself to be with an asshat like him, even though I was secretly hoping that he would come back because I was that lonely.
“I need you, Elias. I need you inside of me,” I whimper.
He shifts his head to the side, cursing beneath his breath, my humiliation suddenly vanishing as I beg this stranger to fuck me. When he brings his gaze back to meet my own, his eyes are indigo blue again.
Licking my lips at the sight of him, I release his hand and place my palms on the center of his chest. He lets out a growl when one of my hands slides up his shoulder and around his neck to slip through and grab ahold of the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Gods, by the gods, what are you doing to me?” he breathes.
Shaking my head, I lean forward, my mouth just a hairsbreadth away from his own. “I don’t know, but whatever it is, you’re doing it to me too,” I admit.
“I should not want you, witch.”
“I’m not a witch.”
He growls, baring his teeth. “You are, Sybilla. You are a gods damned witch,” he announces right before he slants his head and crashes his mouth against my own.
Finally.
I let out a moan from deep within me, it bubbles out, Elias swallows it, releasing his own growl when he does. My fingers flex in his hair, pulling him closer to me, needing him so close, needing him to melt into me.
“You’re my witch,” he grunts against my lips.
One of his hands slides around the back of my neck, twisting around the fall of hair from my ponytail, twice, before he tugs my head back, exposing me.
His lips move down my chin, nipping me there before they press against the front of my throat. His other hand slides down the center of my chest and down my belly.
His hand doesn’t stop at my stomach, instead he cups my pussy with a growl against my neck. I let out a sigh at the feel of his hand right where I need it.
“Gods, your queynte, is drenched, Sybilla.”
My body jerks from his word, one that I’ve never heard before, but I can guess his meaning as he grinds his palm against my clit. Shifting my hips, I rub against him, needing more. He hisses, just as he slips a finger inside of me.
Magical.
Clenching his hair in my grasp, I lick my lips as I continue to look into his eyes, riding his hand unabashedly. His lips tip right before his hand tugs my neck back farther, my back arching and my eyes looking across the room, upside down, at the stone wall behind us.
“What a sight it would be that you would ride my cock so expertly,” he rasped, his breaths coming out in uneven pants.
“I want that,” I say, unsure of why I’ve just told him this.
He releases his hand from between my legs, the loss of his touch almost too much for my body to bear. He almost violently straightens me, still gripping my hair before he tugs me against his chest. He’s still clothed, the rough fabric of his tunic rubbing deliciously against my aching breasts, teasing my nipples.
“You wish to ride me, witch?”
Letting out a trembling breath, I look into his now deep indigo eyes. “Stop calling me a witch, that’s not what I am,” I whisper.
He shakes his head once. “My witch, remember? That’s what you are and that is what you’ll continue to be until I’ve figured out what you want from me or until I’ve grown tired of taking your body.”
I should detest him, just for those words alone, but my body craves him, his touch, his promise of release so much that I can do nothing but nod without speaking.
“Disrobe me,” he gently demands.
I have no clue how his clothes work, but I reach for his belt first. Nimbly, I unbuckle the fastening before I let it fall to the floor with a loud clamor. Grasping the hem of his tunic, I drag it up his body, exposing his black tights and tight long-sleeve shirt.
Once his tunic is over his head, I drop it to the floor to join his belt. His brown hair is now messy from the action, he looks younger, his scar is still redder than it was earlier, but it isn’t off-putting, in fact, it’s sexy.
Elias releases my hair before he reaches for the hem of his shirt. I watch as he slips it up his torso, exposing his bare chest to me. My mouth goes dry at the sight, right before it waters.
Shifting forward, I can’t deny myself the taste another second longer. I touch my mouth to a scar at the top of his pec, then another inches below that one. In fact, his entire chest is littered with scars, some larger than others, but there are several dozen.
“Not just a king,” I murmur against his stomach. His muscles clench as I reach for the ties at the side of his pants.
“No,” he grunts, his hand wrapping around my ponytail.
“A warrior,” I breathe, tugging his tights down his legs.
“Sybilla,” he warns as his cock springs free.
Reaching for him, I wrap my hand around his impressive length. He’s not just long, he’s thick, too. He’s perfection. His body
is tanned and toned, his skin tastes like sweat and leather mixed with cedarwood.
Touching my tongue to the tip of his dick has Elias cursing his gods before he tugs my head away, his dark indigo eyes turning black.
“You do this?” he asks, his tone almost lethal sounding instead of turned on.
Biting the corner of my lip, I can think of nothing but having him inside of me, filling me, fucking me, taking me to the edge and pushing me over. In that, I want to make him happy too, and every woman knows that every man loves a good blow job.
“You don’t like it…”
He shakes his head once. “Like has naught to do with it. Ladies do not do this, Sybilla. Not in this world. Only whores take a man in their mouth.”
Blinking, I pull back in surprise. Then, my lips turn up into a small smile. “It seems that we are indeed in different worlds then, Elias, because where I’m from, ladies do this. Especially when they want to give their man something extra in the bedroom, or maybe just because they want to make their partner happy.”
“It seems we are from different worlds, witch.”
ELIAS
Sybilla hums as she opens her mouth, shifting forward to take me down her throat. I cannot take my eyes off of the sight. Witch or not, I have never wanted a woman as I want Sybilla in this moment.
It seems that she is just as aflame for me as I am for her. I do not know what kind of sorcery is afoot, but at the moment, I cannot seem to overly care.
I fight the urge to close my eyes as she sucks my cock. Her eyes are focused on mine, they’re burning gold, the same color as my coat of arms. It’s breathtaking. Using my grip on her hair, I guide her along my dick, her lips parted and wrapped around me.
Sybilla’s hands reach around the backs of my thighs as she lets out a groan. Tugging her off of me, I breathe heavily, so close to exploding in her mouth that I am forced to close my eyes and regain my self-control.
I pull her roughly toward me. Slanting my head and touching my lips to hers. She melts into me, her body molding perfectly against mine. I need to be inside of her, to feel all of her and know if this power is real or imagined.
Not allowing her to have any more control, I slide my hands down her back until I reach her rounded buttocks and wrap my fingers around the tops of her thighs, I tug her, lifting her knees from the bed so that her back falls against the mattress.
Wrapping my hands around her curvy hips, I pull her closer to me, my eyes dipping down between her legs and seeing her slick queynte, pink and ready for me. I don’t question the lack of hair between her legs, though I must admit that seeing all of her glory is indeed appealing.
Guiding the head of my cock toward her slick opening, I shift my eyes to hers as I brace my hands next to her head and hover my chest above hers. Dipping my chin, I open my mouth and wrap my lips around her nipple, sucking her sweet breast into my mouth.
“Fuck,” she moans the moment I’m completely seated inside of her tight sheath.
I know not what this word means, but it must be good as her thighs tighten around my waist and she lifts her hips to meet my own.
Flicking her hardened nipple with my tongue, I suck her deep, my teeth sinking into her soft flesh. She lifts her head, her eyes looking down, beneath her lashes, her lips parted in awe. Her queynte clenches around me. The move causes my cock to twitch at the newfound tightness.
Grinding my hips against her small nub with each downward thrust, I continue to suck and bite her sweet breasts, marking them as my own.
All of her body is now mine, even if she doesn’t realize it yet, even if she thinks to just seduce me in hopes of gaining something, she will not succeed, only I will be the victor in this coupling.
Moving my mouth to her neglected breast, my hips move faster, slamming against her harder with each thrust. Not once does she whimper or plead for me to stop. Instead she tightens her thighs, over and over as she lifts her hips, rolling them with each stroke, matching my fever with her own.
“I’m close, oh my god, Elias,” she cries.
I can feel her clench around me with the evidence of her truths. She trails her nails up my back, then with surprise she lifts to an almost seated position and buries her face in my neck as she cries out against my skin.
She tightens her thighs and queynte to an almost painful level and I can do naught but grunt with a few more thrusts as she takes me to my climax. Closing my eyes, my cock twitches inside of her and all too late I realize that for the first time, I did not pull out of a woman.
Her arms are wrapped tightly around me, her legs around my hips and then she lifts her face from my neck and I look down into those golden eyes.
I realize that I would not mind overly much if she were indeed impregnated with my seed. It would not be a hardship to have someone so beautiful carry my heir.
Chapter Five
SYBILLA
My face feels as if it’s on fire, I’m so embarrassed by my actions. I’ve never thrown myself at a man before, especially one that is a stranger, who is most likely mentally disturbed.
I mean, he’s dyed the leaves of his trees blue for heaven’s sake. No normal person does that. It feels like he’s more along the lines of the crazy queen in Alice in Wonderland and the cards painting the roses red.
Elias lifts his hand, curling his rough calloused fingers around the back of my neck, the other wraps around my lower back to hold me seated and against his chest, his cock still buried inside of me.
“That was unlike any coupling I’ve ever encountered, Sybilla,” he rasps.
He seriously is good at this cosplay thing, I mean not even postcoital does he break his character. Giving him a small smile, I try not to die of embarrassment.
He probably thinks I’m some kind of slut, because well, why wouldn’t he? I don’t even know his last name, I haven’t even known him for twelve hours and I threw myself at him, not taking no for an answer.
His fingers flex around the back of my neck and his again steel-blue eyes search my own.
“I must see to my duties. You will meet me to dine together this evening?”
His smile inclines with his head as he looks down his nose at me, looking comfortable and demanding all at the same time, all while being buried inside of my body. He is playing the part of a king to perfection.
“I guess a girl has to eat,” I whisper.
He dips his chin, his mouth touching mine in just a brush of a kiss. “Indeed, Lady Sybilla must keep her strength up. Especially as I intend to do this again this evening after we’ve feasted.”
“Elias,” I breathe.
He hums, his fingers flexing again, his mouth moving to my ear. “I very much liked your land’s use of their ladies’ mouths. Perhaps, milady will do that again and take my seed that way?”
A shiver breaks out over my entire body at his words. I liked it very much too, and just the thought of pleasing him in that way, turns me on and I don’t even know why. Before this, before him, it was always a chore. I’ve never craved it like I did earlier. Honestly, if he asked me to drop down and do it right now, I would without issue.
“I will, Elias. Any way that you want,” I shamelessly admit.
His hand moves around my neck, then shifts down between my breasts, stopping in the center. My breath comes out shakily as I stare into his steel-blue eyes. He arches a brow, just one, and for some reason even that move is downright sexy.
“Anything I desire?” he asks.
Licking my lips, I nod once as I clench my pussy around him. He groans, his lips parting and his eyes closing for a moment. Slowly, his eyes open and find mine again. His palm stays pressed against my chest.
“Your heart beats rapidly, Sybilla. Are you scared of what your king may ask of you?”
Smiling, I shake my head from side to side. “For some reason, I’m not. I’m excited.”
“You seem to be a formidable match, at least during intercurse.” He grins.
I blink, unsure that he’s j
ust said what he has. “Ew, don’t say that word ever again,” I snap.
His head jerks back, as does the rest of his body, which causes him to slip from inside of me, along with forcing my arms and legs to uncurl from around him. He takes a step back, tugging his tights up when he does.
“What is wrong with that word?” he asks, crossing his arms over his beautifully strong chest.
Reaching for the undergarment, I tug it on over my head, covering my nakedness. I leave it untied at the chest, knowing that he can still see my expanse of skin there. His gaze flicks down before it lifts to my face.
“It just sounds icky.”
“I do not understand this word, Sybilla,” he mumbles, his eyes searching mine and clearly puzzled by our language barrier.
If he would just quit the act, even if this is some weird kidnapping Stockholm syndrome thing, I would feel a hell of a lot better. I press my lips together and shrug a shoulder before I slide off of the bed. I hiss when my bare feet touch the cold stone floor.
Elias’ lips quirk into a grin at my obvious surprise. Shaking my head, I close the distance between us. I’m sure that my hair is a fucking mess from well… fucking. I’m sure whatever small amount of makeup the ladies put on me is equally a hot mess, but the way he watches me, I don’t mind it.
Touching my palm to his chest, I bite the inside of my cheek at the feel of his rough silvered scarring. Sliding my hand up, I’m only able to reach the side of his neck, though only barely.
Elias is tall, he towers above me and that mixed with his burly stacked muscles, makes him a force to be reckoned with, in this world of his and in my own. His steel-blue eyes darken, but just a shade as he looks down at me.
“We call it, having sex, fucking, or making love, though I will admit making love kind of gives me the willies too. But it means to make love as we just did, though doing it soft and gentle, coming sweetly with feelings for one another. Having sex is probably the most common, it just means to do what we’ve done, where both people get off, but it’s not necessarily too hard or too soft.
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