by Mark Albany
“Questions later. Fuck me now, please.”
I pulled her closer, keeping her in place as I pumped in and out of her. I felt her breasts jumping with each thrust. I caught one of her nipples between my lips, sucking gently on it and running the rough, wet skin of my tongue over it.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned. Her long, shapely legs wrapped around my waist, and she raised her hips to meet my thrusts. She jolted each time I hammered home inside her.
Our connection felt renewed, and I could feel her body responding to me as I captured her lips again with mine. I moaned against her, and her tongue slipped inside my mouth, toying with mine. I picked up my pace. Her body tightened, building up to a powerful orgasm, and it was getting me close, too.
We came together in a massive clash over our connection. She gripped my hair tighter, her lips parting from mine as she screamed in pleasure. My hips bucked against her, driving her down into the soft cushion of snow as I filled her with my cum.
My thrusts slowed and eventually stopped. I held her to me, kissing her lips and letting her feel my hot breath on her neck.
“Fuck, I needed that,” I whispered as I nibbled lightly on her earlobe.
“You’re not the only one.” She gently caressed the hair she’d been tugging at so violently only seconds before.
As I rolled over to lay beside her, she propped herself up on her hand to look down at me. “You were in pain before, my love. I’ve healed you, but is everything all right?”
I shook my head. “We’ve been captured, and apparently, the man who has us imprisoned is a lot more powerful than me. He took control of me, tortured me after I tried to break us free. Other than that, everything is great.”
She grinned and tapped her long finger on my nose. “Don’t be cheeky, Braks. You’re powerful, but the power comes from the Peak. As you go farther away from it, you need something or someone with you to contain your power and use it properly.”
“So, he was only able to overpower me so easily because I’m so far away from the Peak and you?” I tilted my head.
“Well, I think the connection you have between Kalna, Leena, and I should help with that a bit, but yes. It’s difficult to say if the man you mention is powerful enough to take control of you like that again, once I get back, but suffice it to say that it should be a lot more difficult.”
I nodded. “When are you getting back?”
“I’m on my way now,” she answered before leaning in to place a light kiss on my lips. “I’m riding the ice giant that took me away, and I’m bringing your army with me. There was also a fleet of elves coming to your aid already, and they joined me since they were having difficulties handling the sea monsters that now infest our home’s shores. We arrive tomorrow, come the height of noon. Wait for me, and hold on to hope.” She leaned in to whisper her last words as I felt my grasp on this reality starting fade. “I’m coming for you…”
My eyes shot open, and I tried to pull myself up. I groaned as a gentle pain flickered through my body. Not the same pain I’d felt when last I remembered having my eyes open. More like the gentle reminder from my body, telling me that I’d pushed myself rather hard the day before, and now was the time for recovery, not more exertion.
I lay back, running my fingers through my hair as I looked up at the ceiling of our cell.
Wait, cell?
I sat up and looked around to get my bearings. I wasn’t hanging from a wall anymore. That much was obvious. The sight of iron bars between us and escape indicated we weren’t in the torture room anymore. Thankfully, we were in some sort of prison.
Things had to be really bad for me to think that being in a prison cell was a step up. Unfortunately, things were that bad. Terrible, as a matter of fact. Memories from the day—and the night—before came back in a flash. Being captured, being—
No, I didn’t want my mind to go there. Even thinking about it was painful.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. I didn’t need to look to know that it was Leena. I looked anyway. Her red hair was a mess, but she still managed to be absolutely gorgeous, which was a damn sight better than what I felt like.
“Hey,” Leena whispered, running her fingers through my hair. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” I replied softly. “How did we get here? I thought I was still hanging from my hands.”
“Kalna employed some of her wiles on the witless guards that stayed behind to watch us,” Leena explained. “She got him to bring us to a cell where we would be less likely to escape. I’m sure we’re going to pay for that later, but we should probably embrace any advantages we can get our hands on.”
I nodded and turned over to where Kalna was starting to wake up, rubbing her eyes and pulling her long white hair away from her face. The floor was blessedly cool compared to the warmth around us. She stretched over it with a groan.
“Dammit,” she groused as she propped herself against the wall. “I didn’t want to wake up here. Such a crappy place to come back to, especially after the dream I had.”
“What dream?” I moved over next to her, kissing her cheek lightly. She moaned and kissed me with a smile.
“Mmmm, it was a delicious dream,” she groaned.
“That kind of dream then, hmm?” Leena sat opposite me. “Do tell, and spare no details.”
Kalna shrugged. “I guess I must have been missing Eira so much, and she was on my mind before I fell asleep. I dreamed that I was back in Okiim’s Forest, and she… well, it was very delicious for the both of us, and I’ll leave it at that.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Huh. I had a very interesting dream about Eira too, come to think of it.”
“Did she appear to you out of a flurry of snow?” Leena asked.
“Yes,” both Kalna and I replied in unison.
“Interesting,” Leena said. “How likely is it that all three of us have naughty dreams about our favorite ice woman on the same night?”
“Did she tell you she was riding on that ice giant and that she was bringing along a fleet of elves too?” I asked. Both of them nodded. “Well, in that case, I think we should probably come to terms with the fact that what we had wasn’t a dream. I’ve had Eira in my dreams like that before, you know? Knowing that she has the ability to come to us in dreams leads me to believe that it wasn’t a dream, after all. That was her way of communicating with all of us.”
“At the same time,” Leena added, smirking. “She is a lucky ice woman.”
“Wait,” Kalna looked over at me. “She’s visited you in a dream before? She’s had sex with you in a dream before? When did this happen?”
I opened my mouth and shut it again. Had I really not told them about this?
“Well, you remember.” I saw that Kalna had slipped her fingers into Leena’s trousers as I started talking. Arousal started to spread across our connection. There was no point in hiding it. Both of them tilted their heads together, watching my very visible reaction starting to press against my pants.
“Well, on the night the three of us were all together for the first time… That night, after we all fell asleep, I had a dream that…well, it was Eira, but she was almost invisible in a flurry of snow. It was before we even met her, so I didn’t know who or what it was. But we… she and I…”
“That is one lucky flurry of snow,” Leena purred as she pulled Kalna’s hand out of her pants. She dipped her head between the elf’s legs, pulling her leather leggings down in a slow movement.
I glanced around, considering that we were in a cell. It wasn’t as bad as most, maybe reserved for a certain caliber of prisoner. With the anticipation rising inside of me, I couldn’t give a fuck where we were.
Leena went down on her knees between Kalna’s spread thighs and started kissing Kalna’s pussy. The elf moaned hungrily, one hand reaching down to thread into Leena’s messy red hair. Her other hand moved over to me, undoing my pants and pulling my cock out. It was already at full mast, and she ran her fingers over the shaft.
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bsp; Kalna leaned her head back, and her hand started to stroke my cock. Leena slipped her tongue inside the elf, hungrily kissing and licking at the drenched lips.
Leena lifted her head to look at me, her eyes full of desire. “You know, Braks, I wouldn’t have thought you needed this obvious an invitation, but…” she nodded toward her ass, held high before Kalna grabbed her head and brought it back down between her thighs.
I gripped Kalna’s hand by the wrist, pulling it away and lightly kissing the back before taking Leena’s invitation. I moved in behind her, letting Kalna have the full view of me pulling Leena’s pants down enough to expose her firm, round ass. I gave it a solid smack, making them both jump and squeal.
I guided myself between Leena’s thighs, pressing my head to her warm, drenched pussy. I rubbed myself between her lips over and over before driving myself into her in a slow, yet inescapable thrust.
Leena let out a long, delicious moan that was only partially muffled by Kalna’s pussy. I filled her up inch by delicious inch. I didn’t want to pull her back to take me in since I didn’t want to dislodge her from her place between Kalna’s spread thighs, but that didn’t mean I was going to be gentle, either.
I felt a touch through the connection. Both Kalna and Leena were checking to make sure that I was calm and that the Darkness wasn’t surging. I assured them both that I was firmly in control. The Darkness didn’t like it when we were together like this, and I had a feeling that it would be taking its time in returning to the fore of my mind after the agony that we’d both been through before.
I also had the feeling that when it returned it would be doing so with a vengeance, but I didn’t share that thought with the two of them.
I gripped Leena’s hips, holding her in place as I fucked her. I moved slowly at first, but as the pleasure between us started mounting, I picked up the pace. One hand reached down to spread Leena’s cheeks, and my thumb teased at the tight, puckered hole.
I felt a jolt of pleasure from the connection with Kalna, and my thumb slipped deeper inside, eliciting a gasp from Leena. Kalna’s hands on her head kept her from looking up.
Our combined pleasures were starting to mount to the point where I was finding it hard to control myself. I looked away to another corner of the cell. I saw a hint of movement, and my improved eyesight revealed that someone was watching us.
A young woman with long, curly hair had her eyes firmly locked on me. She had the dark skin of the islanders, but there was something different about her. I couldn’t put a finger on it. As she saw me watching, she smiled and pulled her dress up, showing me a pair of thick, deliciously toned thighs, spread well enough for me to see her slipping two fingers in and out of her drenched pussy.
Her head rolled back, her eyes closed, and she bit her bottom lip. I felt myself losing control. My hips drove me deeper and harder into Leena, and I came hard inside her. The connection between the three of us made it difficult for Leena and Kalna not to join in my orgasm, as well as joining me in appreciating the dark-haired beauty in the cell next to ours.
Chapter 17
Something poked my shoulder.
I tried to ignore it, shaking it off as I tried to get some sleep. Night had fallen, and the Vizier hadn’t returned to handle me. So after the sex, we’d decided we might as well get some sleep. It had been a long couple of days, and the likelihood of the next few days being even more trying was a very real possibility. Since I had some trouble accessing the Darkness after the Vizier’s touch, breaking out wasn’t an option yet.
When the time came to escape, we needed to be rested and ready.
I felt the nudge again, and growled. My body was still aching, and I didn’t want to wake up. As I felt it for the third time, my hand came around, quick as a blink, to grab the instrument of my torment.
As it turned out, it was a hand, and I’d grabbed it by the wrist. A soft grunt came from the other side of the bars I’d been leaning on when I fell asleep. Someone else on the other side was actually doing this. The small size of the wrist and the feminine pitch of the voice behind the grunt told me that the person poking me was a woman. Or a very small man.
My memories of the night before were a little foggy, like my brain was still half asleep. It had been a long time since I had slept this deeply, and despite my instincts coming to my rescue to stop the poking, the rest of my body was taking its precious time waking up.
“Let me go,” the woman demanded in a soft but urgent whisper. I realized that I was gripping her wrist tightly enough to be painful. I released it, turning around to make sure I wasn’t poked again.
Familiar eyes met mine. Well, not familiar, but I knew the face. She was the woman who’d been watching me with Kalna and Leena, enjoying herself as she did so. Long, curly hair framed a face with dusky skin and large, dark eyes, which now stared at me. Her eyes reflected the only light we had now, from the moon outside.
“I was sleeping,” I advised warningly. Most people knew not to wake me when I was sleeping. It brought out a side of me that would make even the Darkness gasp in horror.
“You shouldn’t be.” She tried to reach through the bars to poke me again. I brushed her hand away.
“Why not? It’s nighttime. That’s when folk generally sleep.”
“That’s when our enemies sleep as well, which means it’s time to act.” She stood, straightening to her full height. She wasn’t tall, but she seemed strong. She lacked the kind of inner power I could see in Leena or Kalna, but she certainly had a presence about her. Even bearing the marks of what looked like a long time in these cells, she still looked indomitable, beautiful....regal, even in the rags she was wearing.
Rags that left very little to the imagination, I realized as I found myself staring.
“Do not avert your eyes now, mav,” she whispered, grinning. “You did not earlier, and there was much more on display then.”
“I’d say that you wanted to display it all earlier.” I forced my eyes to stay locked on hers and not on her dress, which was already quite revealing by design. “Whereas now, I can only assume that’s not the case.”
“Look as you please,” she smiled. “I would like your mind to be focused on what is important, however.”
I nodded. “All right. First, what’s your name?”
“That is the most important thing on your mind?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, yes. If we’re on the same side, I’d like to know your name at the very least.”
She sighed, shrugging her shoulders. “Very well. I am Yetura Vasara ka Gura.”
I opened my mouth, and my eyes narrowed. I wasn’t even going to try and pronounce all of that. She’d said it with such an exotic accent. It clashed with the way she’d been speaking my language with no trace of it. I wasn’t even sure where to begin.
First name?
“All right, Yetura, what did you have—” I started, but she quickly cut me off.
“Yetura is my title, and the formality of using it is hardly appropriate in this time and place, wouldn’t you say?” she asked, looking annoyed with me. “Do you know nothing of our customs in Khala?”
“Well, considering that my home is Radon, to the north, I’d have to say no. So what do I call you in these informal settings?”
“You may call me by my given name, then—Vasara.” She nodded.
“And what about the last part of your name?”
“Not important at the moment,” she hissed. “Would you just let me talk?”
I nodded as I leaned against the stone wall at the back of the cell.
“Thank you. If you had cared to educate yourself, my title would tell you I am the heiress of the throne of Kalames, niece of the Emperor of the Sun.”
I nodded. So she was the daughter of the guy that was supposed to be ruling this city. Or maybe the whole island? All the islands? She was right. I hadn’t educated myself. I didn’t know who ruled over what, and I hadn’t even heard of this Emperor of the Sun. I had no
idea what the significance was of holding that title. But Vasara kept talking, so I didn’t have much time to think on it.
“The Trelans have locked me here in this prison to keep me alive. The rest of the royal family has been killed as a warning to the people, but they keep me imprisoned here as a hostage to ensure the people remain subdued.”
I nodded. They had done the same thing with Olin, although I assumed they’d done it because they wanted to convert him like they had so many others.
“Sounds like we’re on the same side then, for sure,” I said. “My name is Braks, and this is Leena and Kalna.” I pointed to the two women with me in my cell, who seemed to still be sleeping. “We… well, there’s not really much about us that’s important. We’re not rulers or royalty or anything like that. We’re just fighters, looking to kill some of those Trelan fucks.”
She grinned. “I like your attitude. I can work with it. I have a way to get myself out of the cells, but I can’t get past the guards outside. I have skill with the sword, but I have counted at least a dozen of them. Nobody is that skilled. With your help, however, we have a better chance.”
I am that skilled.
“That sounds like a plan.” I ignored the voice in my head. Or I tried to, as I felt a chill run up my spine.
The sensation was shared through my recently renewed connection with Leena and Kalna. Both of them woke up quickly, turning to face me and looking up at the woman on her feet in the cell next to ours.
“Ladies,” I spoke quickly, before they could ask me what was happening. “This is Vasara, niece to the Sun Emperor, or something. She says she has a way out of here for us. What do you think? Are you two up for a fight?”
Leena nodded, still eyeing Vasara as she pushed herself to her feet. Kalna took a moment to stretch lazily before doing the same.
“Emperor of the Sun,” Vasara corrected. “And yes. I have fashioned a device to open the cell doors. But I need your help to deal with the guards outside. Can you do that?”
“I think we can cut the mustard,” I affirmed with a small smile.