by Lacey Thorn
Bannen was awake then as well and eager to join in the love play. He tugged at Farrah’s hair gently until she lifted her mouth from Alexi’s and wrapped her lips around Bannen’s bobbing cock. She took the entire head into the back of her throat with one swift plunge and sucked hungrily at him. Up and down she moved her mouth, matching the rhythm of the cocks that filled her until her mates were all moving as one within her, filling her every orifice with slippery pulsing cock.
It was like a beast had come to life inside her. She couldn’t get enough of them. She pushed her body alternately against Alexi and Marcus, slamming against their cocks, forcing them deeper, wanting it harder. She bit and nipped along Bannen’s length, conveying her hunger and desperate need for more, for everything. The rhythm changed grew fiercer, wilder, harsher until she was submerged in them and they in her. Their generous cocks were like fierce swords impaling her, shattering her from the inside out until she splintered into a thousand pieces.
She tasted the wash of Bannen’s seed over her tongue and down her throat even as he cried out above her. She drank greedily of him as if she needed his semen to live. She felt the heat of Marcus’ cum pumping into her ass while he continued to fuck her, refusing to stop while his cum shot from him in pulsing waves into her tight heat. And Alexi who thrust so high, so deep within her that she felt him at her womb releasing his rich cream in hot jets that burned inside her, filling her with a white-hot heat that was different from anything she had ever known.
They collapsed in a pile on the bed, still joined as one, their flesh hot and sweaty from their intense loving. She felt an ember burst inside her and realized that Erika was right. She placed her hands softly on her belly, sighing contentedly, secure in the knowledge that life was beginning inside her womb.
Chapter Seven
The next morning passed quickly and Farrah set off to meet Imisha for her first day as a trainer. She hoped that she would be okay and not make too many mistakes since she was still new to this village and unsure of exactly where they went for things. There were certain parts of the forest that were used for safety issues as well as replenishing. You never took too much from one spot so the site for obtaining wood and kindling was always changing, giving Mother Earth a rest to replenish. But safety was the main concern of all.
Most of the time the women went gathering without warrior protection as their men were usually busy elsewhere. So the girls were taught never to venture out alone or to go where no one else knew where they were. As the invaders crept deeper into the interior of the island it became even more important to teach caution and unity to the girls. Farrah would gladly tell them of her travels and what she had seen if it meant that they would pay closer attention to what they were told.
She learned as much as the girls that afternoon and enjoyed herself immensely. There were twelve girls between the ages of thirteen and fourteen who Farrah and Imisha were in charge of. They split the girls into four groups of three and Imisha led them to the spot on the perimeter of the forest that they would use to collect wood and kindling. Farrah took over from there, showing them what pieces were good and which ones to leave for the forest. They spent several hours with both Imisha and Farrah taking turns explaining things and answering what seemed like a never-ending chorus of questions. When only one group remained who still needed to collect Farrah sent Imisha back to the village with the other three groups who had already gathered their loads.
“It is not much for us to wait,” the very pregnant Imisha assured Farrah while rubbing her hands over and over her burgeoning belly.
Farrah smiled and shook her head. “There is no reason for us all to wait while they finish collecting. You take the others and return and I will follow shortly with our last group.”
“If you are sure?” Imisha asked.
“I am sure,” Farrah laughed. “Now go before you overtire and we are all forced to bind our wood together to cart you back.”
Imisha giggled and patted her belly. “I am tiring more easily these days. Thank you, Farrah. We will return then and wait for you by the storage building.”
With that Imisha led the first three groups of three back toward the village and Farrah turned to watch the three remaining girls search and find what they needed. She was so busy watching them and remembering what it had been like to be that young that she never heard the footsteps behind her. The wood came down heavily against the back of her head and she crumpled to the ground without saying a word.
The girls screamed and ran as fast as they could toward the village for help but the two men cared little. The Latoni had what they had come for and Kito tossed her easily over his shoulder and followed his brother Kiva through the trees toward the cave they had been using for shelter. Kiva clenched his gloved hands into fists as they walked, feeling the stretching of scarred flesh on his palms. He had been patient. He had planned and now justice was about to be his.
* * * * *
Chaos erupted when the girls returned to the village with the story of how Farrah had been captured by two men. Messengers were sent out to the Donan brothers and Mariska sent one to Erika and the Savari warriors as well. She sat and waited for them to arrive, unsure of what she should be doing to help. She prayed to the goddess for help and guidance and protection. Above all she reminded herself that Farrah was the Guardian of Fire and could easily protect herself when she awakened.
Marcus was the first to burst through the door and Galen Savari was with him. She could see the fear in her son’s eyes and would have given anything to make it go away.
“Where is she?” Marcus demanded. “Tell me it isn’t true!”
“She is gone,” Mariska whispered, “taken while in the forest with some of the girls. From what the girls said she was hit over the head and carted off deeper into the woods.”
Marcus cried out his fury and Galen felt it as his own. “Find the girls and bring them to us, Mariska,” Galen told her. “Perhaps we can find out more from them that will aid our search.”
Mariska left quickly to gather the three girls together and bring them back to her sons’ home. Enough time had passed that hopefully the girls would be much calmer now and maybe remember things more clearly.
Bannen and Alexi arrived shortly after Mariska left and one look at Marcus’ face assured them that this was no joke. Arik was with them and crossed to his brother while they all spoke.
“It is true?” Bannen demanded.
“She was taken,” Marcus shuddered as he replied.
“Where? When? How?” Alexi fired out questions that Marcus couldn’t really answer.
“I received the same message that you did, I’m sure,” Marcus told them. “She was with the girls in the woods helping Imisha with her class. She sent Imisha back with the first three groups and stayed behind herself with the last three girls. She was hit over the head and captured.”
“Not again,” Bannen whispered. “I will not lose another this way.”
“We will not lose her,” Marcus shouted, his voice echoing with anger and frustration.
“No, you will not lose her,” Erika spoke from the door. “I will help you search for her.”
“Erika,” Galen began but she just ignored him.
“I am a Guardian and I can sense her,” Erika told them.
“How?” Marcus wanted to know. “How can you sense her? Can you sense all that you meet?”
Erika smiled and shook her head. “She has not had the chance to tell you yet, I see.”
“Tell us what?” Alexi asked.
Erika closed her eyes and whispered softly words that they could not hear.
“What?” Bannen stepped toward her and Galen and Arik moved to stand on either side of her.
Erika opened her eyes and looked at all three of the Donan warriors before answering. “This is not my secret to tell but I have no other option right now. Her life could depend on my going with you.” Erika held her hand up before any more questions could be thrown at her. “I can
sense her. She can sense me. Like will know like.” The men looked confused by her words and she shrugged her shoulders with impatience. “Don’t you get it? She was sent here to find me.” They all still looked at her with unseeing eyes, frustrating her more as she realized that she would not be able to lead them to the answer but would have to hit them over the head with it. “She came to me not because I am a Guardian,” Erika told them softly, “but because Farrah is a Guardian.”
All five men stared at her with wide eyes, each processing her words but no one saying anything. Galen and Arik knew what it was to be married to a Guardian. The constant fear that she would be discovered and perhaps killed because of her gift was a daily worry. There was also the fear of what was to be when the Mystic finally made the call and Erika had to leave. It was not easy to be mated with a Guardian.
Alexi was the first to speak. “Then she is not without resources to protect herself,” he spoke aloud. “What is her power?” They all knew that Erika had the power of the earth. They had witnessed firsthand how she could manipulate the stones and vines when they had gone to look for Livya, the woman who had been responsible for the kidnapping and death of Tamya, the Savaris’ sister and almost mate of the Donans. Erika had found Livya first and almost killed her.
“She has the power of fire,” Erika told them. “She is amazing. She can make flame in the palm of her hand and do the most wonderful things.”
“You have seen this?” Marcus asked and there was no disguising the displeasure in his voice.
“Yes, I have,” Erika replied tartly, not backing down. “I saw what you were unwilling to see. I looked where you wouldn’t. When the three of you left her I was there to help clean the blood and seed from her thighs and wipe her tears. I was there to ask her about herself and I was the one she confided in.”
Marcus, Alexi and Bannen accepted these words like a blow to their souls but said nothing to defend themselves.
“Enough,” Galen interrupted Erika. “You overstep yourself, little one. What was is no longer and is not yours to discuss anyway.” There was fire in his eyes when she looked at him and only then did she realize how her words had affected the three Donan brothers.
“I’m sorry,” Erika told them, reaching out to grasp Marcus’ hand in hers. “Galen is right—what was is no longer. I know that Farrah loves all of you. I have no reason to bring up the past and I beg your forgiveness. My only excuse is that I also fear for Farrah and was not thinking.”
“You are a good friend to our mate, Erika,” Alexi spoke while Marcus patted her hand and released it.
“We are all lucky to have you as friend,” Marcus told her.
“How will you know where to find her?” Bannen asked, changing the subject. “Can you sense her now?”
“I know that she is still nearby.” Erika concentrated and shook her head with frustration. “I will be able to sense when we are close to her. I will know if we are heading closer to her or if she is moving away from us. That is why I must go with you.”
“Will you allow this?” Marcus asked Galen and Arik and Erika stomped her foot in anger.
“I do not need permission to search for a friend,” Erika glared at them.
“No, you do not,” Arik told her softly, pulling her easily against his chest and kissing her temple. “But you will have it nonetheless.”
“We do not seek to limit you, little one.” Galen pulled her to him next and tilted her face up so that he could look into her eyes. “We only seek to protect you as well. As Farrah’s capture has proven being a Guardian does not make you invincible. Arik and I would die without you. Would you deny us the right to protect you?”
“Never, Galen, my love,” Erika whispered before pulling his head down and kissing him tenderly on the lips, showing all her love for her warrior as well. Arik joined them and she kissed him just as gently before turning back to Marcus, Bannen and Alexi. “We will all go with you. I go nowhere without my mates.”
“As it should be,” Marcus replied and Erika felt no anger at those words. They were true. A mated woman should never head into the interior of the forest without her mates and an unmated woman shouldn’t at all.
Mariska returned then with the three girls and their mothers in tow. They all entered and the girls immediately stepped closer to their mothers as the eyes of five such big warriors seemed to zero in on them. Erika shook her head and stepped forward to speak with the girls.
“You were all with Farrah Donan when she was taken?” Erika asked them.
“Yes,” one of the girls spoke up and the other two nodded their agreement.
“Tell me exactly what happened from the time that Imisha left with the rest of the girls,” Erika encouraged them.
“We were still collecting our portion of the wood and I was having trouble deciding what was good and what should be left,” one of the girls spoke and it was then that Marcus realized that these girls might be blaming themselves for what had happened.
He stepped forward and knelt down so that he was just below eye level of the young girls. “None of this is your fault,” he told them. “I hope that you know that no one blames any of you for what happened. We are happy that you all made it back to the village and were not taken as well.”
The mothers all smiled at his words, releasing some of their own tension when they realized that the Donans wouldn’t be angry or condemning toward their daughters. The girls seemed to relax more also, as if they had been feeding on the tension of their mothers.
“What happened when you were alone? What did you see?” Marcus asked softly, not wanting to scare the girls any more than they already were.
“I was just standing up with a load of wood in my arms when I saw them hit her,” the smallest of the girls finally spoke up. “They hit her over the head and she crumpled without saying a word. I screamed and the next thing I knew someone was tugging on my arm and we were all running back to the village as fast as we could.”
“What can you tell me about these men? How many? What did they look like?” Marcus asked.
“There were two of them,” one of the other girls spoke up. “They had long dark hair and it didn’t look very clean. They were big, as big as you and they wore the pants and weapon belts of a warrior.”
All of the adults in the room sucked in a breath at this disclosure. “You are sure of this?” Marcus demanded of the girl. “She was taken by two men who looked and dressed like one of us?”
“Yes,” the girl whispered softly, sensing the rise of tension in the air around her.
“What else did you notice?” Erika asked, afraid that she knew who had taken Farrah. “Was there anything unusual that you noticed about these two men? Anything different from these warriors?” she nodded over her shoulder toward where Arik and Galen stood next to Bannen and Alexi.
“No,” the girl started to say and then her eyes widened and she started shaking her head rapidly up and down. “Yes! Yes, there was something unusual,” she exclaimed. “One of the men wore gloves on his hands, black gloves.”
“By the goddess.” Marcus exploded back up to his feet, his voice like thunder in the room. “The Latoni have come for her.”
“They will not keep her,” Bannen swore.
Alexi was the one who spoke what all the men were thinking. “I will kill them with my bare hands for daring to touch my mate.”
“As will we all,” Marcus replied. There would be no mercy for the Latoni when they were caught. The Latoni had stolen the claimed mate of the Donans and by doing so had broken Warrior Law. Justice would be decided by and meted out by the woman’s mates, in this case the Donans, when the warriors were caught. It wasn’t hard to decipher from the looks on the faces of Alexi, Bannen and Marcus that death would be all that awaited the Latoni.
* * * * *
Farrah awoke slowly, the incessant pounding in her head making her feel weak and nauseous. She slowly slit her eyes open and quickly scanned around her, taking in the rough texture of
the cave walls and the pebbled earth beneath her. She was lying on her side in a corner of the cave, forgotten for the moment by the two men who were in deep conversation on the other side. Her hands and feet were both bound tightly, so tightly that her circulation had been cut off. She would not be able to use her hands to ply her power of fire. Her Aunt Asme had informed Farrah several times that she could make the flames with her mind and that her hands were not needed but Farrah had never figured out how to do this.
The two men, who she now recognized as Kiva and Kito Latoni, glanced over at her and Farrah closed her eyes and fought her body to remain still and keep her breathing deep and even. Her skirt was twisted high around her thighs and she could feel their eyes burning her flesh as they looked their fill. She held the shudders of revulsion within, praying to the goddess that neither man would approach and try to touch her.
Her prayers were answered for now as the low conversation resumed. Farrah listened intently, eager for their every word.
“We have to leave this place,” Kito Latoni was telling his brother. “She is mated and they will come for her. It is not safe to remain here.”
“We will leave soon,” Kiva Latoni responded, flexing his gloved fingers, “but we will wait for her to awake first.”
“Can you not wait until we are farther away from here to have her?” Kito asked, with disgust and worry in his voice. “You have become too consumed by her, brother, and now you risk us both.”
“Leave then!” Kiva exploded. “I will deal with her myself. She played me for a fool once and I will carry those scars for the rest of my life. She will pay here and now. I only wait for her to awaken so that she will know who it is who thrusts so deep into her body. I want to see her eyes when she takes my seed.”
“And this cannot be done when we are farther from here? She will pay, brother,” Kito stated. “We will both see her made to pay. I just ask that you hold off a little longer until we are some place more secure, more safe.”