Completely bound Ishtar looked up at Suros with hatred in her watery eyes. “You’re monster.”
Looking down at her he smiled. “You may think I’m monstrous, but I am only too pleased with you,” confused, Ishtar didn’t know what he was talking about. Seeing her confusion Suros reached for a stray lock of hair covering her face, ignoring her flinch he gently pushed it aside. “I was wondering how I was going to make such a soft, innocent little bunny the Queen to my kingdom, but you quickly showed me the error of my thinking.” Referring to her kick earlier.
“Your Queen?” She repeated her voice nearly a squeak. What was he talking about? She couldn’t be queen. Still stunned by his words she didn’t notice him shift his position on top of her until he was pulling off her soaked temple pants. Frightened she struggled violently against the leather straps tied to her wrist. “Stop! Please.” She cried. But it was useless.
Slowly he pulled off the wet material revealing her bare legs and simple underwear. Watching the red demonic gaze sweep over her body, Ishtar’s mouth went dry as she recognized the deep hunger in his eyes. Tightening his grip on her knees, he easily thwarted her to attempt to kick out at him again. Pulling her legs further apart Ishtar’s cries of protest died in her throat as she watched with widening eyes as he lowered his lips of the inside of her thigh.
The wave of searing heat that crashed through her from his touch stole her voice causing her to blink in startled confusion. Pausing just above the thin barrier fabric that separated him from his prize, Suros looked up at her. The demonic gaze glittered like the eyes of a hunter standing over his victory.
The look pierced her pride.
Renewing her efforts at freedom Ishtar bucked against him, only achieving to elicit a carnal smile from the wolf. Crawling slowly above her Suros repositioned himself between her legs as one hand parted his leather jacket she was still wearing.
“The sound of your heart beating fast is driving me crazy little one,” Leaning directly above her he dipped his head to her neck letting her feel the warm moist air of his breath against her cool skin. The purr of his deep voice rumbled at the base of her neck as she felt his hand slide underneath her wet shirt. “Your fear is surprisingly intoxicating, but I swear it’s the curiosity in your bright green eyes that will push me over the edge.”
The length of his heavy body pressing into hers would not allow her to twist away from his warm touch inching up her stomach.
“There is no curiosity! Just hatred,” she screamed, hoping he heard every drop of hate she tried to inject and her voice. She hated what he was doing, she hated the way his touch made her feel. She hated everything about him.
Pulling back to look at her, Ishtar inhaled sharply at the raging fury glowing like embers in his eyes. Angrily he ripped open her wet shirt underneath the jacket until it hung open just enough to cover each breast and expose her stomach.
Mindlessly frantic Ishtar pulled at her restraints ignoring the sharp pain in her wrist. She didn’t want this! She didn’t want to be hurt and violated as a monster sought his own pleasure from her body.
“Rodis!” She screamed. Anyone please, she begged wordlessly, someone please help.
The firm grip around her throat cut her scream short. Unlike before his grip was not gentle, the pressure of his hand allowed her just enough to breathe.
“Scream if you like,” he snarled savagely. “Rodis nor any other will come and save you.” With his face just above hers, Ishtar could feel her pulse thumping against his hand as she stared wide-eyed at the rage before her. His normally placid features were distorted by fury. Through her watery eyes, she could swear his face seemed almost sharper as if slightly wolfish. “I would kill them all, even if they tried.” Like great claps of thunder, his vicious words shook the ground around her.
Terrified at the savagery of his words Ishtar stared back silently trembling.
Silence passed between them before he spoke.
“You think I’m cruel?” He questioned rhetorically, not waiting for an answer. “You have no concept of the level of depraved cruelty that would have befallen you if I had not reached you in time.”
Every part of her wanted to claw his beautiful face and scream out that “she would not thank him for taking her from her home,” but the fear of him using his grip around her neck in retaliation kept her trembling in silence.
For what seemed like an eternity Suros stared down at the wide-eyed captive beneath him, letting the pulsing anger caused by her words subside.
“Why do I not just take you here and now?” He grumbled in frustration, his dark pupils contracted as he focused on her. “You’re mine to do with as I please. I have every right to strip you where you lay and bury myself into your soft body,” sliding his hand from her throat he gently began to stroke one of her long white ears. The feeling of his fingers softly stroking the length of her ear as he spoke such cruel words made her shudder involuntarily. “How have you done it my little soft one? How have you bewitched me? Why do I find myself caring so much about your response?”
Meeting his gaze, Ishtar realized the storm of his anger was passing, revealing his frustration and— was that desire? Confused she opened her mouth to plead with him again to let her go.
“Hush little one,” he growled a sigh. “Your words have brought me close to the edge of my control, that even I have not experienced before.” The hand that was stroking her ear moved softly caressing the base of her ear and scalp. “Be quiet and let me taste you.”
By the goddess not again she moaned against his firm lips that covered hers. Just like before she felt the hot tingling feeling race through her body weakening every muscle and igniting every nerve ending with sensual lightning he created within her.
Slowly his lips moved against hers silently teaching her what he wanted her to do. Parting her lips, Ishtar released a tiny moan at the feeling of his tongue against hers. The satisfied rumble in his chest vibrated against her breast making her restless for more. Following his lead Ishtar shyly glided her tongue against his until she felt the sharp point of one of his teeth in a gasp.
Breaking the kiss, Suros looked down at her with a hungry stare, his long silvery-white hair forming a private curtain around them. “Be careful little one, my teeth are sharp.” Dipping his head, he gently captured her lip between his teeth letting her feel just how sharp and gentle they could be, before returning to the kiss with agonizing hunger.
With each stroke of his skilled tongue, Suros guided the kiss deeper and harder. Until she was lost under his command and could only submit to the pleasure, he was invoking. Her body was heating up with an ache she never before experienced. The touch of his hand against her breasts made her cry out in exquisite shock.
“That’s it,” he groaned heavily against the hollow of her neck. “Your body was made to respond to me.”
Pushing the rest of the material from her breasts, Suros stared down at her bare breast in ravenous hunger. Following his gaze, Ishtar jumped against her restraints at the sight of her breast. Clear amber liquid delicately pearled at the tips of each nipple. Confused and scared Ishtar looked back at Suros for answers, but the bright glow of his red eyes told her he was too far gone.
Realizing what he was going to do Ishtar cried out. “No, what are… What are you doing to me?”
Ignoring her protest Suros covered one nipple with his hot mouth suckling the honey it produced. The feeling of his tongue against her sensitive nipples was too much. The white-hot heat he was creating was taking her higher and higher. The graze of one of his claws against her inner thigh startled her, pulling her slightly from her euphoric ascent. Switching from one bruised nipple to the other which was waiting and glistening with honey, Ishtar dazedly watched as Suros feasted on her body while she felt his claws gently draw lazy patterns closer and closer to her sex.
Tugging at the restraints, she begged. “Please Suros,” she could not stand to be bound like this.
Without hesitation Sur
os swiped his sharp claws at the leather straps, freeing her arms. Wrapping her arms around his neck Ishtar arched her back to his hungry mouth, feeding him more of her breast which he took greedily. Without notice, Suros pulled at the tie on her hip securing the fabric of her underwear. Retracting his claws, Suros slipped one finger into her slick passage. As expected Ishtar’s body jumped at the foreign invasion. Gently he began to push and pull his finger within her coating them further with her slick desire, Suros watched with burning eyes as her soft cries grew into loud moans. Relentlessly he stoked the fire he was causing inside of her until she lost all control of rational thought.
“Please…” Clutching at his broad shoulders, Ishtar pulled Suros’s face from her breast. “I can’t,” she couldn’t go much longer, the intensifying feeling was promising to break her.
With his fingers only speeding up Suros silenced her with his lips, letting her taste the sweetness her breast offered.
Moving her hips in time with his hand Ishtar hardly noticed the second and third finger entering her, all she could concentrate on was the pressure of his thumb stroking her secret bundle of nerves. Faster and faster he stoked the swollen flesh until her moans turned into all-out cries of ecstasy. Suros was at the edge of his lust, her cries were driving him mad. Kissing her deeper he tried to swallow the beautiful noises as he increased the speed of his hand.
Bright lights suddenly went off behind her eyes as her body convulsed and climaxed. Screaming out one last time Ishtar felt her spent body collapse in his embrace.
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Sitting near the campfire, Ishtar stared out in a daze as the soldiers talked quietly amongst themselves. When she and Suros arrived back at the campsite, a deep awkward tension immediately blanketed the area. Mortified her first thought was that they must have heard her screams. Looking to Suros for assurance was pointless, the wolf either felt no shame or just didn’t show it, he spoke to Rodis as if nothing happened.
Repeatedly she tried to convince herself as she sat stiffly against the tree avoiding all eye contact, that they were much too far from camp to be overheard. If she just repeated that to herself until she eventually died of the intense shame she was sure she would be all right. Not so thankfully, however, her mind had numerous other things to worry about.
When they got back to the camp Suros immediately walked off leaving her alone. On the walk back, she could not be certain of his mood, holding her hand firmly in his, he guided her back to camp forcing her to keep up with his quick pace in her new change of clothes. From her position behind him, his broad shoulders seemed tense, and his quiet demeanor seemed more punctuated. Was he angry with her still? Or was he upset they did not finish? Hiding the blush at her lewd thoughts, Ishtar looked down at her fingers in her lap.
She wasn’t that naïve. She knew very well that he did not find his own satisfaction after he brought her to her own. Toying with the fabric of her burgundy dress Ishtar felt herself grow warm at the memories of what he did and her own wanton response. The nuns never told her about that part, they only ever mentioned the brutality of men—never the pleasure.
Frowning she looked around for Suros, she wanted to know what he was thinking at the very least feeling. Scanning the fire lit campsite Ishtar do not see the pale wolf, but her eyes did meet Daden’s. As if he had been waiting for her Daden sprung at the unknowing invitation she sent and immediately sat next to her.
Leaning close he whispered giving her a worried look, “are you okay my Lady?”
Oh, goddess he did hear. Choked for something to say through her embarrassment Ishtar stumbled over her words.
“I’m not sure what happened,” Daden’s eyes darted around the camp cautiously as his smirk grew wider. “But when we saw Lord Suros come flying through the trees and then smile…” Daden didn’t finish his sentence he just gave her a huge laughing grin that said he would be retelling that scene for years to come.
Embarrassed but relieved Ishtar’s shoulder sagged in exhausted relief. Daden’s hand covering her own caused her look up, for the first time she saw a worried look in his normally playful eyes. “Are you okay?”
Touched by his concern she smiled and nodded. Relieved he commenced to going back and forth from the campfire setting down numerous plates of food.
Looking at her wrists, she recalled Suros’s earlier actions. After getting dressed in her dry change of clothes and Suros pulling back on his own leather jacket, he turned to her giving her an assessing look. Grabbing her badly bruised and bleeding wrists Ishtar stood stunned as she watched him gently lick the cuts. Slowly like no magic she had ever witnessed the dark, painful marks caused by the restraints disappeared. She couldn’t help but wonder what else could the demon do?
Now joined by Rodis and Fenak she idly listened to Daden recount a story from his youth. Though she wanted to listen, she felt her mind still wandering to Suros and what they shared earlier. How his anger at her defiance brightened his eyes like two red coals in the night. Or how even despite his anger and frustration he touched her so intimately and gently.
The sudden stiffening around her alerted her from her thoughts. Standing up the three men politely excused themselves leaving her to find Suros standing silently in front of her.
“Go to bed we have a long journey tomorrow,” issuing the command he turned around without giving her a second glance.
Stunned Ishtar sat there motionless as she watched him walk away. Red hot shame and embarrassment heated her face, he wanted nothing to do with her now. Before he would not stop looking at her, but now after what they did, he wouldn’t even spare her a second glance. Squeezing her eyes shut from the oncoming tears Ishtar hated her weakness in his arms and allowing herself to respond to the man. Just remembering the way she clung to him made her angry.
Seeing a glimpse of his silver hair through the trees Ishtar didn’t give herself time to question her actions she simply got up and walked quickly after the tall figure. Standing at the edge of the forests overlooking the rain-soaked moors, Ishtar stopped directly behind the imposing demon. The anger that filled her moments before was quickly dissipating as she racked her mind for words to say.
“You should be sleeping,” there was an audible note of impatience in his tone.
“I just wanted to talk…”
“We will talk tomorrow,” the finality of his tone told her the command had been issued, and it was best for her to leave.
She ignored the command.
Angrily she balled her fist at her sides and stepped closer to his turned back. “I am trying to understand you,” she hissed. “I just want to be able to…”
Turning on his heel Suros’s hair arched violently in the air around him from the sudden movement. With eyes glowing he gave her a lethal look as he grabbed her shoulders. Pulling her body roughly against his Ishtar’s eyes widened in fear as he looked down at her.
“You say you fear me, yet you do not heed my advice to turn and go back,” he growled so deep she was sure it echoed through the quiet night. “Even now I can smell your tears forming, though earlier you clung to me as you cried out for me to bring you to the ultimate point of your desire.”
Embarrassed by the truth of his words Ishtar turned her gaze away from his.
“Your emotions are chaotic and never-ending,” he lowered his voice wrapping her thoughts in the rough silk of his timbre, pulling her attention back to his primal gaze. Shivering at the hunger, she found in his eyes she hardly noticed when his hands moved to encircle her waist bringing her body flush with his. “And I’m quickly learning your pride will cause me no end of frustrations. But by all the gods I want it all little one.” The growl that laced each word grew deeper as his red gaze widened revealing the frenzied hungered threatening to break free. “I want to be inside of you.” The boldness of his words made her body tingle. “My hands shake at the thought of parting your soft thighs to accept me. My mouth waters at the thought of invading your small body over and over again.” By this time
Ishtar was feeling so breathless, she feared she might faint right here in his arms. “And yes,” he snarled, his lips curling slightly revealing his teeth. Leaning his head against hers until their lips were only inches apart. “I want to watch you grow round with our child. I want you to finally realize that your mine until the end of time.”
“Do you understand Ishtar?” He questioned when she said nothing in response, only look up and stare with her eyes wide and mouth slightly open. Her mouth was too dry to speak all she could do was nod her head.
“Now are you going to do as I say and go to sleep?”
Shakily she nodded again.
Feeling his hands around her waist disappear she quickly stepped back and hurried away. Finding her bed underneath the tree Ishtar settled down quickly under the rough blanket, pulling the fabric to her chin she replayed his words in her head. Her thoughts no longer felt like her own. With every word he spoke all she could imagine was his lips pressed against hers again and his fingers inside of her like before. When she was around Suros her body felt so hot she could barely keep from shifting in discomfort. How could she let one incident between them take over her thoughts like this?
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