by Nicole René
They stood like that for a long while, as another broken piece of their hearts settled into where it belonged.
Each other’s.
They were quiet as they trekked back up to their village. When they were done bathing, Xavier found there were two sets of clean clothes waiting for them hanging on a tree. When he looked over at Leawyn in question, she just smiled and threw on the dress that was set out for her.
She came prepared.
It did not escape his notice that most of the villagers did not meet his gaze as they walked past. The few who were brave enough smiled at Leawyn, and gave him a jerky nod before hurrying away. It didn’t surprise him. They were bound to have heard Hiinex’s screams as he tortured him. It didn’t seem to bother Leawyn in the slightest as she continued to smile and call out pleasantries in return to those who did so with her.
When they finally reached their hut, Xavier was relieved. He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to last. He waited until Leawyn shut the door before he turned on her.
She gasped when he spun her around, her hands slamming onto the wall to balance herself. She moaned and arched her back when Xavier flipped her dress over so her bottom half was bare. Her breath seemed to be coming out in short pants. He was sure that she could hear him undoing his belt, the soft sounds of metal clinking together. He knew the moment she felt his silky-smooth head brushing against her entrance, because her muscles coiled in anticipation. It made him want to tease her more. He wanted her to beg for it. More than that, he wanted her to tell him she wanted him.
Xavier paused, leaning over Leawyn and brushing her hair away from her neck with one hand so his lips were at her ear.
“Tell me you want it,” he said huskily, thrusting against her in slow, deliberate movements so she felt his length sliding against her, getting covered in her slickness. Leawyn moaned softly, shaking her head in refusal. He felt her shiver as his low chuckle raised the hairs on the back of her neck.
“Tell me,” Xavier persisted, and Leawyn growled in impatience, thrusting back against him. He chuckled again and moved back, his hand grasping her hips to still her.
“Tell me, Leawyn, and I’ll give you what you want,” he said softly, his voice like smooth silk. Xavier gripped himself, slowly rubbing himself against her. Every so often, he would push the engorged head in, gathering her juices, but every time Leawyn pushed back against him to impale herself, he would pull away.
“Xavier…” she whimpered in need when he slipped a hand between them and played with the nub that brought her pleasure. “Please...” she gasped against the sensation.
Xavier’s fingers were slick with her juices, making it easier for him to rub his fingers against her in slow circles. He used just enough pressure to build her up until she was gasping and moaning, but not enough to let her climax.
“Bastard,” Leawyn gritted out when, once again, he pulled his fingers away right when she was a breath away from orgasm.
“Tell me, Leawyn, and I’ll give you exactly what you want and more,” Xavier growled, pulling her hips against his so she could feel exactly how hard he was.
“Just say the words, Leawyn. I’ll take you so hard until I’m balls deep, and you’ll be screaming my name until your throat is raw. You’ll be begging me to stop, to let you rest, but I won’t. I’ll keep ravishing what’s mine until your knees are weak, your body is shaking, and you’re too damn tired to stand up. All you have to do is say. The. Words.”
Each word spoken was followed by a thrust of his hips.
“Tell me to take you, Leawyn,” Xavier growled into her ear, reaching out and grabbing a fistful of her hair, holding her steady as his lips locked around her neck, suckling and biting the skin there as his fingers started their steady rhythm on her most sensitive place of pleasure. Pressing down, then rubbing, then pressing down again, all in quick succession.
It was too much.
“Xavier,” Leawyn gasped out, her body shaking as the slow swirl of need pooled at her gut. “Please...take me. I need you inside me.”
She barely finished her sentence before Xavier slammed into her, doing exactly what he promised and filling her to the brim the exact moment he pressed his fingers fully against her. With a cry, Leawyn shattered, and he groaned as she clamped around him, her inner muscles spasming with her climax.
Still, he didn’t stop. He never faltered at his teeth-chattering pace. The sounds of their joining filled the room, and Leawyn’s moans and cries of pleasure got progressively louder.
“You like that?” Xavier panted, digging his fingers into her hips. He was sure to leave bruises, but she didn’t care. As long as he didn’t stop.
“Tell me!”
A sharp slap on her ass made Leawyn gasp in surprise and arch her back against him. He leaned over her so his harsh breaths were right in her ear. “I think you like that too, don’t you?”
Another slap landed on her ass, the sound reverberating around them. Leawyn whimpered, arching her back at the sting. “You do like it; I can feel it. How wet you get around me,” Xavier grinned carnally as she grew even slicker with her arousal.
“You might not want to admit it, but that’s fine because your moans and whimpers are about to turn into screams. Loud enough for the whole village to hear you. Want to know why?”
Xavier slapped her ass again, hard enough to cause Leawyn to cry out and throw her head back.
“Because you’re mine, Leawyn,” he growled, and with that, he stopped holding back.
Grabbing her shoulder, he pushed her down so she was completely bent over for him, her ass high in the air as he thrust into her with an almost brutal intensity. His palm smacked her globes rhythmically, each one slightly harder than the last. She knew they blushed a rosy red.
Leawyn couldn’t describe the sensations that were taking her over. Each soul-shattering thrust Xavier made inside her brought her higher and higher, the inferno inside unkempt. She lost count of how many times she’d climaxed, and she was delirious from the pleasure. She didn’t want to admit it, but he was right. Each slap against her bottom brought a sharp sting of pain that quickly morphed into pleasure. Her body was a traitor. The sticky wetness sliding down her legs was evidence enough.
She felt Xavier bend over her form, his hands grasping her breasts and pulling her back, forcing her to cling to his legs with the back of hers as he controlled their movements, tossing her up and down so she slid over his length continuously. The sharp stab of uncontrollable pleasure this new position caused as Xavier hit something deep inside her gave him what he wanted so desperately.
Leawyn screamed, her body spasming wildly as if she were possessed when she lost the battle and was overcome with her near-orgasm.
“Who do you belong to?” Xavier whispered sensually into her ear, lifting her higher up his body. When she didn’t respond, he stopped his movements and spun her around in his arms, bending so her back met the wall.
She cried out in indignation, her climax that was in reach slowly dissipating. Her eyes flew open to stare at Xavier with anger, and she scowled.
“You bastard!” she cried out, jerking against his hips to urge him so she could find the release she was craving.
Xavier smirked smugly at her, thrusting into her leisurely, keeping her on the brink. “Who do you belong to?” he asked again, his smirk growing when she hissed at him like a wet kitten.
“Xavier, if you don’t shut up and finish what you started...” Leawyn trailed off, her eyes flashing with heat and arousal.
“I don’t think you’re in any position to make threats, Wife,” Xavier told her, and Leawyn whimpered when he pulled her down and impaled himself deep within her. He clasped her hips tight to keep her still when she went to raise herself up. “Who do you belong to?” His voice was husky with his arousal, and she felt satisfaction that he was just as affected as she was.
Her arousal and annoyance with him not giving her what she wanted was the only explanation she had for what she
said next. “Well, if you made me scream your name like you said you would, you wouldn’t have to ask me that question, now would you?”
It was silent as Xavier stared at her blankly, as if he didn’t fully comprehend what she said. Leawyn felt a shot of victory. She bent forward, grabbing a fistful of his hair and jerking him closer to her so they were a breath away from their lips touching.
“I’m not screaming, so what are you going to do about it?” she taunted in a sexy whisper. His expression grew stormy; his eyes flashing as his strong arms lifted her up effortlessly and slammed her home. Her pelvis dug into his, as over and over, he lifted her and slammed her down onto his length until she was sure he was hitting her cervix. The only thing Leawyn could do was grip his shoulders, her nails digging into the skin as she clung to him weakly. Xavier took complete control of her body and their movements.
For hours, Xavier didn’t stop, and before long, he got exactly what he wanted. Repeatedly, Leawyn screamed out his name until her voice was raw, and she was too tired to move.
She opened her eyes weakly, her vision hazy with the exhaustion that came from a woman being satisfied, when she felt her back meet the soft animal furs of her bed.
Meticulously, Xavier undressed her. Unbuttoning the front of her dress and lifting her arms up one by one to pull it off her. Leawyn tiredly watched him as he then started to untie her underskirt. He brought his arm underneath her to lift her hips up as his other hand slid her skirt down her legs. He stood long enough to take off his own clothes, before he climbed back into bed and pulled her back against his chest.
Leawyn sighed contentedly, the heavy weight of Xavier’s arm lulling her into a deep sleep.
She thought she heard him whisper something to her, but she was out before she could ask him what he said.
It was dark and silent as the weakened and bloody form hung from the ceiling with his head hanging down. The air shifted, and slowly, painfully, Hiinex lifted his head to meet the eyes of the man standing before him.
“I was wondering when you’d come,” Hiinex gasped out, his voice garbled by the blood filling his mouth. Each word he spoke brought him pain as the leftover flesh of his face stretched with the movement his jaw made. Hiinex’s body was indistinguishable by the blood that covered his entire form and the few patches of skin he had left hanging by a thin membrane.
“I did what you asked,” Hiinex gasped, coughing. “I won’t survive the night. Please...just put me out of my misery,” he whispered at his silent leader.
“You did good,” the voice spoke, the twinge of pain in the words hinting at the sense of loss he felt. If Hiinex could have managed a smile, he would have given it to him.
“Say goodbye to her for me, and tell her I did not suffer,” Hiinex whispered, his voice thick with loss as his eyes softened with love.
When the man nodded, Hiinex sighed in relief and closed his eyes. He held onto the image of the little brown-haired girl with curls as she smiled up at him with childish delight.
The soft whistle of a knife being thrown sounded right before it embedded itself between Hiinex’s eyes.
The door shut silently as Hiinex’s body went slack and hung limply with death.
Once again, the air was still.
“How long has he been like this?” Xavier asked, glaring at the sight in front of him with barely concealed fury.
“The kid, Hassef, found him this morning,” Tristan answered.
Hiinex hung there, his dead weight suspended by the ropes that cut into his wrists. A massive puddle of blood was at his feet, the blade square between his eyes now only trickling a small amount of blood from the wound.
“Why am I just now being notified?” Xavier demanded, whirling around to face Tristan. His scowl deepened when Tristan smirked at him with ridicule.
“We didn’t want to interrupt yours and Leawyn’s uh, late night activities.” Xavier’s hands bunched into fists, not appreciating the challenging look in Tristan’s eyes. “The whole village heard her screaming. My, my how she’s changed.”
Tristan looked up unflinchingly when Xavier took the step needed to stand toe to toe with his shorter and less muscular brother.
“It’s good the village heard my wife screaming her pleasure; it means I did exactly what she wanted me to do.” Tristan’s smug smirk quickly fell, his eyes spitting fire. Xavier grinned condescendingly at him. “Does that bother you, brother?” he asked. His voice was light, but the unmistakable threat lingered in the tone. “That Leawyn begged me for my cock?” Xavier stepped even closer to Tristan, who was steadily becoming angrier.
“Because she did. She begged me to put my cock into her, to make her scream. For me to take her over, and over again, until she couldn’t take it anymore. Because she knows she is mine.”
Tristan grunted when Xavier, quick as a cobra striking, gripped the back of his younger brother’s neck so his thumb pressed firmly behind his earlobe. “And if you ever pull what you did to her again, I’ll kill you myself. Do you understand me?” When Tristan started to slump against Xavier, a sure sign he was close to fainting, Xavier continued to press against the pressure point behind his ear. Just before he passed out, Xavier let go and pushed Tristan away from him so he sprawled on his back in the dirt.
“Clean this up. And send Hassef to me,” Xavier ordered, disgusted. He made a point to step over Tristan on his way out of the hut, and slammed the door closed.
The birds were singing when Leawyn woke, and the first thing she noticed was how unbelievably tired she was.
Her bones felt heavy, as if a great weight were inside them and holding her down. Her head felt as if she were underwater, and it was difficult opening her eyes.
She was also sore in the most intimate of places.
Even half awake, Leawyn flushed at the memory of the night before. Of how many ways Xavier took her. Of him bringing her multiple releases...the way he spoke to her. Of how he spanked her...how she liked it.
Leawyn shifted, the memory causing the wetness Xavier was so fascinated with to gather between her thighs.
The sound of the door opening quietly snapped her out of her musing as she turned her attention to see who came in.
She saw Namoriee’s long brown hair as she closed the door gently. When she turned around and saw Leawyn looking at her, the girl gasped in surprise, but quickly looked down to her feet.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were awake,” Namoriee said quietly, walking past Leawyn toward the trunk of clothes. Leawyn frowned, confused at the girl’s behavior. Though Namoriee was, at times, still shy and timid around Leawyn (and everyone else), she was usually a bit more relaxed, and Leawyn thought they had built a solid enough friendship that made Namoriee comfortable around her.
Today showed differently.
“Namoriee? Are you alright?” Leawyn asked softly, pushing herself into a sitting position, keeping the animal skins pressed against her naked chest.
It was a bit silly, seeing how Namoriee had seen her fully naked, but it was the principle of it all.
Namoriee’s shoulders tensed for a brief second before they relaxed. “Y-y-yes, Lady C-C-Chief. I’m f-fine.”
Leawyn’s eyes narrowed further. Namoriee’s stutter was another thing that had relaxed. The stutter only became worse when she was nervous or...lying.
“I-I have some other w-w-work to do today, Lady C-C-Chief. I will come b-b-back with your lunch. Here is your d-dress,” Namoriee managed to stutter out quickly, setting the dress down on top of the trunk and hurrying her way back to the door.
Leawyn halted her escape before she could open it.
“Namoriee, come here,” Leawyn said sternly, her voice booking no room for argument.
Namoriee’s shoulders tensed again, but didn’t make a move toward her. “P-please, Lady Chief,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
“Now,” she ordered.
Namoriee’s shoulders slumped in resignation, slowly turning around and making her way to Lea
wyn with her head down until she stood before her at the foot of the bed. Leawyn studied Namoriee, taking in her posture and the fact she had yet to look up to meet her eyes. “Look at me, Namoriee, please.”
Namoriee sighed, hesitating for the briefest of moments before she bravely lifted her head and met her lady chief’s blue eyes.
She gasped in horror, reaching out and grabbing Namoriee’s arms and pulling her close to her, taking hold of her chin and pulling it to the side. “Namoriee, what happened to you?” she asked in alarm.
Namoriee’s left side was completely swollen and bruised a ghastly black and blue. The bruising expanded from her cheekbone all the way up to her temple. Her eye in particular was extremely bruised, with a ring of dark red underneath.
Namoriee jerked her chin out of Leawyn’s hand, looking down self-consciously.
“It’s nothing, Lady C-Chief,” she mumbled, going to stand from the bed. But Leawyn’s tight grasp of her arms forced her back down.
“This is not nothing, Namoriee,” Leawyn growled out angrily, her eyes stern when she nudged the girl’s chin up to meet her eyes again.
“Who did this to you? Did—” She hesitated uncertainly. “Did Tyronian do this to you?”
“No!” Namoriee glared at Leawyn, jerking her face away and pushing herself off the bed and away from her. “Of course not! Tyronian would never hurt me! How can you even ask me that?”
Leawyn hid her surprise at how quickly Namoriee admitted that and placed her hands out in front of her in a soothing motion, seeing how upset she was. Another surprise. “Of course not, Namoriee. I just wanted to—”
“You wanted to make sure Tyronian isn’t like your husband? Well he’s not. He would never hit me, even if I were to deserve it. Unlike Chief Xavier, Tyronian is good.”
Her mouth closed with an audible snap. Namoriee, seeming to realize how insulting she sounded, covered her mouth in shock.