by Nicole René
“What’s the hurry?” Samanthia asked, a sultry smile on her face. She started to press into him, and to avoid her, he retreated. “You’re so tense,” Samanthia said, kneading his shoulders. “Let me take care of that for you,” she cooed.
“Samanthia,” Tyronian sighed, reaching up and taking her hands off him. They were like tentacles, still trying to wrap around him. He saw a weird sea creature once, who had eight of them and it freaked him out. Because, really, why would anything need that many arms?
“Stop,” he ordered firmly.
“I’ll make you feel good,” she whispered in what was supposed to be provocative, aimed to turn him on but it did the opposite. “Let me make you feel good.”
Was it his imagination, or was her lips leaning in towards his?
“T-tyronian?”
The timid voice him made him freeze. Samanthia and Tyronian both turned their heads to look at Namoriee who stood there.
“Namoriee,” Tyronian said in surprise. She was staring at his hands, which he realized was still gripping Samanthia’s. He dropped them like they burned him, taking several steps back from Samanthia, who pouted.
Namoriee’s eyes ping-ponged between Tyronian and Samanthia, an unsure look on her face.
“I waited, like you t-t-told me to, b-but when no one c-came, I got worried.” Her voice got quieter with each word. Her stutter has gotten better over the last two years, to the point where it was almost nonexistent; but when she was nervous, or unsure, or around him (which he likes) it came out more. He knew she was ashamed of it, and hated speaking in front of people she did not know. Guilt and anger flooded him—guilt for making her wait and worry and anger at himself for putting her in this situation.
“I’m sorry,” he said remorsefully. “Come, I’ll show you were we’ll be staying.”
Namoriee hesitated, shooting a glance at Samanthia.
“Namoriee,” he purposely firmed his tenor. She quickly made her way to him, keeping her head down. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, bending his head toward her.
“Go on straight ahead. I’ll follow you,” he spoke quietly in her ear. He felt her a give a stiff nod. He held in his sigh, and gently kissed her cheek before he dropped his arm around her. He turned back to Samanthia, who had a dark look on her face.
“Who was that?” The question was spoken casually but it was in a tone that belied innocence.
“My wife,” he replied.
“Wife?” she said, clearly shocked. “Since when?”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Does it matter?”
She stared at him, studying him, trying to calculate his expression and emotion. Her eyes that were flared with anger was replaced with calmness, a smile coy coming to her face.
“It was arranged then,” she stated, sounding pleased. She took a step forward, her body language changed again to what she thought was seductive. “Makes sense, you will need heirs. Your status demands it.”
What she was implying made him contiguously angry. He waited for her to reach for him again, before snatched her wrist, his hold iron-clad.
“It was arranged—” he said, watching as triumph flare in her eyes before he continued. “—by me. I knew a long time ago that she would be my wife. I just got tired of waiting.”
He smirked at her. He could see that she was silently fuming, trying to comprehend what he was telling her.
“You’re lying,” she hissed.
“I’m not.” He flung her hand away from him. “Don’t try this again,” he told her seriously, walking backwards up the hill. “Now if you excuse me, my wife is waiting for me.” He turned around to leave.
“You’ll come back,” Samanthia called out from behind him smugly. “You also do.”
Tyronian swung back around. “Why don’t you go and find a cock to suck, Samanthia. That’s about the only thing you’re good for.”
Namoriee couldn’t bring herself to speak with Tyronian as he led her to their hut. She couldn’t work out how she was feeling. She had followed his request, taking care of Jidu in the stables. She had finished with Jidu quickly, not wanting to make whoever he would send to her wait, but when they didn’t come, she decided to spend more time with Jidu, wanting to form a bond to his horse like Leawyn was able to with Xavier’s. She brushed his mane again, gave him treats, checked and cleaned his hooves to make sure there were no rocks stuck there.
But still, they didn’t show.
It worried her, so she embarked to find Tyronian and ensure that he was well. But that’s when she found him with that girl. The beautiful, stunning girl, who seemed to be familiar with her husband, and he her. Seeing them touching…it caused a discomforted feeling to churn in her stomach that she’s never felt before. When she had said his name and gave herself away, he had jumped away from the girl, and immediately turned his attention her. It made her feel guilty, for thinking the worse of him.
But still…something about the way the woman had looked at him struck something within her. A prickle of awareness on the back of her neck, like her mind was trying to tell her something, but she couldn’t guess as to what.
She peaked up at Tyronian, who looked just as distracted with his thoughts as she was. She pushed her troubling musings away from her mind, and instead focused on her new surroundings.
She’s never been to the Rhoxolani, but from what Leawyn has told her, Xavier is doing a good job at restoring it exactly how it was before. The homes that were built so far were unlike any other she has seen. Their foundation seemed to be made of dark clay, that was solid and tough, though she wasn’t sure how they made it that way. The roofs were a mixture of bark and what Tyronian had called seaweed, with large open doorways, separated only by curtains of thin branches tied with more seaweed. They were big, and long, one house enough to fit ten people. Leawyn had mentioned once that since her village was so small, many families lived together under one roof, a tradition that Xavier had seemed to take to heart. Namoriee wasn’t sure how small the village use to be, but it seemed to be bigger, as there were twenty houses assembled, but with looked like twenty many more that were still being built.
It was a short walk, but Tyronian finally stopped, letting Namoriee’s eyes feast on the biggest house of them all. It was settled on the highest point, right on the cliff’s edge, overlooking the ocean. It was tall, and Namoriee has never seen a design like it. Two standing torches, that were more like a bowl of fire stood on either side of the front door, which was elongated and wide and unlike the other houses, this one had two doors, big and high enough to fit two horses. She tilted her head back, trying to gage where the roof ended.
“It’s two stories,” Tyronian informed her, catching sight of what she was doing. “The first of its kind. It is Xavier’s hope that when Xillik takes over Leawyn and him can retire here.”
His hand rested on the small of her back, urging her forward. “Come, let us behold the interior.”
The interior ended up being just as impressive as the exterior. The main hall was a massive open space that had two thrones raised on a platform that overlooked the many tables scattered about, and placed in front of it, there was another platform that held a long table with many chairs to match. Namoriee counted five fire pits, four closes to each corner of the room, and one huge one in the center. A door on the left led to a large platform that seemed to be supported by beams protruding from inside the cliff face. She had no idea how they managed to achieve that, and Namoriee was too afraid to stand upon it. There were four more doors on the right, one that led to the kitchen, two that lead to two that led to a long hall that had beds on each side; one for guests, the other for the servants that lived her. The third door was also a first, as it led to a smaller hall that was divided by two room, each with the buckets used to relieve their bodies basic urges.
She followed her husband as he led her behind the raised platforms to a stairwell attached to two ropes that looked to be encased with steel.
“You can pull the stai
rs up, so that it locks. The upstairs is as big this room. Xavier wanted a way to protect the people should there ever be an attack,” Tyronian explained as he started to walk up the stairs. Once they reach the top, she saw that there was another rope that was connected to some type of pully hanging directly from beside the stairs. He demonstrated how to pull the stairs up and lock it by tying the rope to a hook and flicking a latch. He explained that the latch was so that the board wouldn’t automatically fall should a someone cut the rope.
Namoriee was amazed that Xavier could be so calculating, it seemed that he had thought of everything, including a secret passageway for the people locked upstairs to escape should the house get set to flame.
He pointed to the door on the left, that was bigger than the others.
“This one leads to Xavier and Leawyn’s bedroom. The big platform you saw was so that Xavier and Leawyn may have the same.”
He opened the door to show her. The main point of focus of the bedroom was the huge bed, that looked to be able to fit four people in the center of the room. The door that led to the raised deck was behind it. On the right side of the room, there was a table, a basin of water, and a similar bowl of fire that she saw out-front. He showed her the rest of the bedrooms, which were set up much like Xavier and Leawyn’s, but with a smaller bed and without the open space outside. One thing she did notice, that while there were no windows downstairs, each room that faced the ocean had at least two big ones. The bedrooms not facing the ocean, had no windows, but Tyronian showed her that part of the roof can be lifted, so that you can see the sky. It was because it would be nearly impossible to shoot that area with fire arrows, so Xavier deemed it safe. There was a smaller design by the fire pits, so that the smoke could escape.
All in all, this building was the most unique and beautiful she has ever seen, and the first of its kind.
She turned, finished with her surveil of their room and was startled to see Tyronian looking at her with a hunger in his eyes that was starting to become familiar to her.
“Want to know the best part of this?” he asked in a low timber.
“W-what’s that?” she stuttered, taking a tiny step back when he started to prowl toward her, reminding her of the cat he had just a few days ago defeated.
Except this time, she was the prey.
“We’re completely alone, which means I can make you scream with pleasure as loud as I want, and no one will hear you.”
Namoriee’s heart skipped a beat, a chill going down her spine as she trembled.
“And if I r-refused?”
His grin was sensually dark, his eyes gleaming with her challenge. “Backing out of your promise already?” he tsked. “I’m disappointed. But you can refuse if you want, it won’t change the outcome.”
He was directly in front of her now, so close their chests touched with each ragged breath they took. She could feel the wetness pooling from her core, and her body felt hot. She flinched when he cupped her breasts, flicking his thumb across her hardened nipples. He buried his head in the juncture of her neck, inhaling like he was inhaling her scent.
She sighed, a tingle traveling up her back as he rained wet kisses up her neck until his lips enveloped her ear, biting the lobe that caused just enough sting.
“You can try and be quiet,” he whispered.
“Hold in your moans while I take you— it will only make me go harder. Faster. Deeper, until you’re screaming for me. I’ll have you yelling my name until your throat is sore. I want to make you cry, beg for me to stop because you can’t handle anymore pleasure, just so I can make you come all the harder.”
She whimpered when he yanked her to him to ground his erection against her flat stomach. He bit her neck, and her knees buckled, and she would have fallen had he not been holding her up. He soothed the bite with his tongue, sucking on her delicate skin until he was satisfied. She was sure she would have his mark. He pulled back only long enough to rip the front of her shirt, buttons flying in every which direction. He did the same thing he did to her neck on her breasts, and she cried out when he nipped the harden buds, taking them into his mouth to suckle them much like a baby would if they were nursing. She gripped his sides, nails digging in when he slipped a hand down, moving over the curb of her ass, and between her legs, inserting a thick finger inside of her from behind.
He wasn’t slow. He wasn’t easy. He moved his fingers inside of her rapidly, bringing her to her first climax quickly.
But she didn’t scream. It was the worse, and best thing she could have done because when he pulled back to look at her, she knew that he would do exactly what he had foreshadowed.
Tyronian traveled his hands down Namoriee’s back, until his large hands slid over the globes of her ass, squeezing them before lifting her up so that her legs wrapped around his trim waist. He swallowed her gasp when he buried his hand into her chocolate hair and tugged, angling her mouth directly where he wanted her. His tongue swiped on her bottom lip that was more plum than the top, before pushing inside of the crevice of her mouth and entwining with her own, soft tongue while he carried her. Their lips stayed attached together even as he lowered her down until her back touched the pallets. He gripped her wrists when she went to touch him, anchoring them above her head with one hand. He kissed her senseless, his lips and tongue craving her with the desperately that his body craved her. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of her, her lips the sweet nectar that could lead him to the end of earth, just with the promise of one more taste. He pulled back when air was becoming increasingly difficult to intake from their heavy breathing. His cock was hard and throbbing, straining against its prison that was his breaches, begging to be released. He kept her hands pinned with one hand while the other reached down to his belt, unclasping the buckle with quick efficiency.
Namoriee’s eyes widened, a glimpse of fear entering her irises. “W-w-what are you doing?”
His answer was to rip his belt through the loops with a sound close to a snake hissing. She started to resist, pulling at her wrists weakly when he bent over her, lopping the leather around the delicate bone and skin, and securing it. He pulled back, surveying his handy work. She looked delectable with her hands above her head, making her back arch just a little bit, exposing her lithe body. Her breathing was ragged, drawing his attention to her breast that fit perfectly in his hand, her dusty light brown nipples perked and straining. A flush started from her chest and crawled up the delicate column on her throat, her lips were red and swollen from his kiss, but it was her eyes that killed him. They were smoky, her lids heavy, making her already long eyelashes seem longer, glittering with arousal and just the right amount of apprehension. His lips slowly pulled back in what he knew must have been a dark grin, judging from her shiver.
“Look at you,” he whispered, “little lamb laid out to be devoured by the big, bad, wolf.”
She jerked, groaning when he took her beaded bud into his mouth, nipping it with enough force for the pain to override the pleasure. He did the same with the other one, before he settled on her right, suckling the mounds with hard pulls, using his teeth and tongue to override her with sensations. He made sure to alternate between the two, one latched in his mouth, the other palmed with his calloused hands until he could see the skin puckered and bruised with the marks left from his mouth. He moved on, dragging his tongue from her breasts, to her sternum, pass smooth expanse of her stomach, and stopping just above the brown curls that covered her mound.
“Tyronian,” she sighed, and he could see that she was trembling.
“Shh,” he soothed, kissing her pubic bone. His shoulders were wide, which made her have to spread her thighs widespread just so that he could settle between them. He placed first on leg, then the other, until they were draped over him. Parting the slick folds, he gazed upon her glistening flesh.
“So beautiful,” he breathed in reverence. “All swollen and pink.” Goosebumps flooded her skin, and she groaned, deep in her throat, when he flicked his tong
ue with the barest amount of pressure on the ball of pleasure that was swollen, and needy for him.
He flicked his tongue over her again. “I can see the wetness pool out of you. You want me, don’t you, dirty girl? Does this sweet little cunt know who it belongs to?”
“Ah!” Her back bowed when he lapped at her, inserting his tongue inside of her, swirling so that he wouldn’t miss a drop. He hummed in pleasure when more wetness coated him, and he didn’t waste any time in devouring her like a man starved. He licked, bit, and sucked at her, seeming never to be satisfied with one area. When his tongue wasn’t inside of her, his hands were, and when his mouth wasn’t sucking on her pulsing bead, his fingers were there, rubbing his slick fingers in hard circles. He did this until she was moaning and withering beneath him, her hands pulling at her restraints.
Yet, she wasn’t screaming.
He yanked his head back with a growl, slapping her mound. She jerked violently, her back lifting completely off the pads with the motion.
“Tyronian,” she gasped, wide-eyed, “don’t!”
“No,” he replied, slapping her mound again, but harder, making sure that he cupped his hands. “I won’t stop.” He slapped her again to prove himself, “not until you come. Which you will right…”—he inserted his finger, feeling her womb clamp down on the digit tightly— “now.” He slapped her cunt again, but this time, he put most of his pressure on her clitoris, watching as she combusted with a shout. She was still coming, her milky sweetness oozing out of her greedy hole when he started to eat her again, greedily lapping up all she gave him. With her hands out of commission, she tried to hinder him by clamping her thighs tight, but it did nothing to stop him.
He wouldn’t stop until he got what he wanted.
Namoriee was going insane. Her body was so alight with sensation, with pleasure, that she could barely see with it clouding her mind and vision. Her body was strung tight, alive with the sharp pressure that coiled inside of her stomach, while her cleft spasmed from the onslaught of Tyronian’s mouth. It was almost painful from how overly sensitized she was.