Capturing Caroline

by Anya Bast

  “Caroline, look at me,” Torrent requested in a low voice.

  “You’re making me crazy. Let me come,” she moaned.

  “Look at me and I will make you come.”

  Raising her head from the pillow, she stared into his eyes. Holding her gaze steadily, he sucked and licked her clit. At the same time, he stroked her entrance with his finger, massaging the sensitive nerves around her labia until she wanted to scream. Torrent held her there, on the edge of an orgasm. He had her exactly where he wanted her.

  “Torrent, please,” she begged.

  “Caroline, come apart,” he whispered roughly. “Moan for me.” Easing his skillful tongue deep inside her, he thrust it in and out, while simultaneously stroking her clit with the pad of his index finger.

  Her climax enveloped her body, making her cry out his name as the waves of it washed through her, driving all rational thought from her mind. Convulsions of the deepest pleasure she’d ever known racked her body for what seemed like minutes. Gently caressing her clit, Torrent drew her orgasm out until it came to a shuddering stop.

  The experience left her wrung out, her muscles limp. “Torrent,” she breathed. “That was incredible.”

  With a feral look in his eyes, he climbed up her body and closed his mouth over her nipple. Caroline wrapped her legs around his waist and arched her back as he licked at it, stroking her other nipple gently. Desire flickered to life deep in her belly and radiated out, quickly consuming her. She could never get enough of this man.

  Torrent eased himself between her thighs and ground his pelvis against her aroused clit. The jut of his rock-hard cock against her tender folds made a low, guttural moan of need erupt from her throat. He dragged her earlobe between his teeth, making her shudder. “I’m going to ease my cock inside you, Caroline. I can’t wait to thrust into you again and again until you cry out in pleasure.”

  Tendrils of lust curled up her spine at his words. He slipped his hands beneath her rear and cupped it while he thrust against her in an impression of the actual act. Caroline spread her thighs, wanting more contact. Pushing up against him, she pressed her bare breasts to his chest. He held her to him with a groan; his fingers tangling in her hair and running down over her back. Caroline kissed and licked and bit his chest and shoulder, unable to get enough of him.

  “I love you, Caroline,” he whispered as he pulled her up to sit so she straddled him, her bare cunt spread and vulnerable to him.

  She stared into his eyes, enjoying this incredibly vulnerable position with the man she adored most in the universe. Her throat closed with emotion for a moment before she could answer. “I love you back.”

  Easing his hand between them, he rubbed his fingers over her aroused sex. Her labia were swollen and her clit was excited and begging for more attention. He eased his finger slowly inside her. Caroline closed her eyes, groaning, and bit his shoulder gently.

  “You feel so good,” Torrent breathed.

  He thrust his finger up inside her slow and deep enough to make nearly crazy. Her muscles clenched and she moaned low and long. He pulled his finger back out and did it again. She felt herself gush for him in response, making the slide of his finger in and out of her body easier.

  “Do you want more?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  He added another finger, stretching her muscles and widening her to take his cock. Her eyes practically rolled back into her head, it felt so good. She never wanted it to stop.

  “I can’t wait to be inside of you, Caroline,” he groaned. “I can’t wait to be one with you. I want to be one with you for the rest of my life.” He rubbed his fingertips back and forth against a sensitive knot of nerves inside her.

  She sank her teeth into his shoulder and scored his back with her fingernails as an orgasm suddenly overwhelmed her.

  “I love to give you pleasure, Caroline,” Torrent murmured. “You come so sweetly for me.”

  He kissed her throat. He eased her back onto the leaves cushioning her and positioned the head of his cock at her entrance.

  “Touch me,” he said. “Feel how hard I am for you.”

  Caroline bit her lower lip and reached, wrapping her hand around the base of his cock. Torrent tipped his head back and groaned. She pumped him up and down, exploring the hard softness of him and the veins running down the length.

  She met his eyes. “You are so beautiful…in every way.” God, she wanted him inside her so much. Desire pooled between her thighs for him, pushing away everything else, pushing away their horrible future…pushing away her pain. All she wanted was for this man to be inside her, to be one with her, as he’d said.

  He came down over her body. “I’m going to make love to you now, Caroline.”

  She held his gaze, her eyes touched with tears. “I wish this moment could last forever.”

  He guided her hand between her thighs, making her caress her own clit, skim over her labia and finally helped her to press her own fingers deep inside of her. She gasped at the sensation of all those gripping muscles, the wet heat of it.

  “Do you feel it? It’s like heaven in there,” he whispered hoarsely.

  Easing her hand away, he brushed the head of his cock against her, teasing her. “More,” she breathed.

  Torrent slid the smooth crown of his cock an inch into her and Caroline thought she’d come right then. She arched into him, pushing her hips at him, wanting more of him. The way he stretched her muscles felt amazing.

  “That’s so good,” she whispered thickly.

  He groaned and slid in another few inches. She squirmed against him and he grabbed her hips, holding her in place. “More?” he asked.

  “More,” she barely managed to respond.

  He pushed in another couple inches and an orgasm flirted with her body, making her groan.

  “You feel so good, Caroline,” he said, sounding drunk.

  “More. Give me all of you.”

  He hilted inside of her, then pulled out and thrust in again so slowly she could feel every centimeter of his powerful cock in her most intimate of places. He held her hips, keeping her from wriggling as he shafted her slow…so slow she thought she’d lose her mind.

  Caroline felt the edge of a climax growing. “Faster,” she gasped.

  Torrent pulled back and thrust in again and again, faster and harder, impaling her to the base of him. Caroline came. It exploded through her, making her arch her back and almost scream. Her spasming muscles milked his pistoning cock and she felt her moisture bathe him, easing the slide of his shaft in and out of her body.

  He came down over her body, still thrusting into her. Every inward motion sent her hips into the soft bed of leaves beneath her. He kissed and licked her neck, groaning out her name as he thrust into her. His big body tensed and he groaned long and low as he came.

  They stayed tangled together until the waves of his climax passed. The cool evening air licked at their bare skin, but Caroline hardly felt it. Being here with Torrent was heaven and nothing, nothing, could make it anything less.

  Torrent sighed. "We need to go back."

  She traced a path up his arm with her fingertip. "What if we never went back? What if we just ran away? We could go anywhere in your world, deep into the wilderness where no one could find us. We could build a little house, live on our own." She paused and when she spoke next her voice was heavy with tears. "We could have babies, raise them..." Her voice trailed off.

  Torrent closed his eyes against a sudden stinging. He'd wondered what their children would look like, what they'd be like. They'd never know. What she offered was so tempting. Just run away, live out their lives in love, in peace....

  "Caroline, You know—"

  "I know," she answered quickly. "I'm not serious, not really. If we ran away, you'd never forgive yourself." She paused. "I'd never forgive myself, either."

  "Duty is difficult."

  "There's the understatement of the year."

  He shifted onto his side and
covered her heart with his hand. "I will always be with you, Caroline. I will live in your heart, your mind, your soul."

  She covered his hand with hers. "I don't want you just in my heart, my mind, my soul...I want you all those places and also beside me."

  "I know. I want that too."

  They laid together in silence for several minutes. Finally, Caroline pushed to her feet and held out her hand. "Come on. You're right. We need to get back."

  He took her hand, stood, and drew her into his arms, his mouth descending on hers.

  She melted against him.

  "Let's stay here for a while longer instead,” he murmured against her cloud-soft lips. “They can have me later. Right now, I'm yours."

  Chapter Eleven

  The Magica city of Titan, rose into the sky, stabbing the heavy gray clouds with sharp, shiny spikes. It reminded Caroline, as before, of a city from her reality, but with an alien feel. The buildings were all made from that weird dark rock. It made the whole of Titan look covered in charcoal.

  "We're approaching the gates," warned Jessa in a whisper from the front of the wagon. Caroline and Torrent sat in the back, legs swinging over the edge. The traditional Magica garb they wore—drab, black and white and voluminous—was wrinkled and dirty from the trip. Caroline bet they could all pass as natives.

  The only possible problem was Torrent. He was massively larger than any Magica male. Logan was smaller than average for a Lycaon. Apparently that was the reason he'd been chosen spy on the Magica in the first place.

  But Torrent...

  Before they’d left, Jessa had said that if Torrent was forced to stand for any reason, their goose was cooked. So, Jessa's whisper about the gates released tiny little butterflies in Caroline's stomach and nearly made her sick.

  "I feel nauseous," she murmured to Torrent.

  He grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

  "I'm serious." She pressed her fingers to her mouth as if she could stop herself from heaving.

  All of a sudden she felt like she was going to throw up. “I really feel sick.”

  The thought struck her like a slap in the face…was she pregnant? Would morning sickness happen so soon if she was? With a human pregnancy, she suspected not…but Torrent wasn’t human.

  "We'll be okay," he whispered back.

  She turned to look down the road in front of them. Two huge black gates rose at the end of the lane. Their little group definitely wasn’t the only one attempting to gain entrance. The line went at least twenty carts deep.

  Torrent had told her before they'd left that there were ways of getting into Titan without having to pass through Magica gate security. However, by passing through a set of gates they obtained the Magica's approval for being the city and would be able to travel without trouble inside. Because of Torrent’s height, this was necessary. He would be calling attention to himself once inside and needed that stamp of approval from the guards. It was a little sleight of hand that was risky, but could pay off in a major way.

  Her stomach did another little flip, and she swallowed hard. Now was not the time to toss her cookies.

  They pulled up behind a group of sedate men dressed in loose black pants and white shirts, all of them traveling by foot. From the look of their dirty and worn boots, they'd come a long way. They all carried dark green packs on their backs.

  "Good afternoon, fellow travelers," Jessa greeted them. "Returning from a sales trip to Yaccabich, I'm betting."

  Most of them ignored her, but one man found his manners and glanced at her. "Yes, mistress. It was not a good journey, I'm afraid. We're returning with most of our wares still in our packs.

  "May I ask what items you're selling?"

  Oh, now the men were more interested. A couple of them turned and smiled. The line moved forward, and her stomach lurched again. Nerves....nerves. She needed to steady herself.

  "We have the latest edition of the Magica Compendium, mistress," answered the first man.

  Caroline knew from listening to Jessa's continuous lessons about the Magica that the Compendium was sort of like their Bible. The books contained all the magick that was legal for the masses to practice, plus all the rules—and there were many—that pertained to the spells. They came out with a new compendium every year.

  So these guys were like traveling Bible salesman. Their garb made more sense now. They were akin to holy people. That meant they enjoyed a position of power in Magica culture, no matter how beat up their boots or how poor they seemed. It also meant they were powerful in the magical arts. The fact they were in front of them did not ease her anxiety...or her nausea.

  "Well, you’re in luck then, my friends!" said Jessa. "We just happen to be in need of several such volumes, isn't that right?" Jessa turned and looked Logan, Caroline and Torrent in turn.

  Caroline blinked, then understood. Jessa was putting all the odds on their side by buttering up these holy men. Who knew when they might need a little extra help getting through the gate? Seeming to be friends with these guys would help them out. Her estimation of Jessa rose.

  "Oh, yes, we certainly do," Caroline spoke up. "Why, I, myself, need five. I haven't purchased my new version yet and I have four family members who haven't, either. I’ll pick some up for them."

  "We'll take ten total," said Jessa with a beaming smile. "What luck to have you in front of us! We have been away from the city for so long and there were no compendiums available where we were. This is so very fortunate!"

  The salesmen were all very friendly now that it looked likely they'd be unloading some of their wares. The first man fumbled for his pack. "Most definitely, mistress. Ten it is."

  Jessa pulled out a wad of money and made the exchange. Once they stacked the ten thick volumes in the back of the cart, Jessa, Logan and the men chatted easily all the way up to the front of the line.

  The guards all looked like hard soldier types. Although they were probably the tallest, broadest men the Magica had to offer, their demeanor made her assume they were all men with small hearts and big inferiority complexes. She erped again and pressed a hand to her mouth.

  Torrent touched her shoulder. "Are you all right?"

  She closed her eyes and nodded her head, afraid if she opened her mouth something other than words might come out. She wanted to confide her suspicions to him—that she carried his child—but it felt cruel. It would only add to his despair.

  Oh, but it made a sliver of hope and happiness flicker deep inside her. She prayed it was true.

  The guards dealt quickly with the compendium salesmen, opening all their packs and asking them a few general questions. Each person needed to show their identification, something Jessa and Logan had already prepared for them. Jessa's plan of buying the books had been a sound one. The guards had watched the group smiling and laughing all the way up to the gate. It made them seem relaxed and as though they belonged there.

  "Halt!" commanded the head guard when their wagon approached the entrance. All of the men were dressed in black from head to toe and had an orange armband wrapped around their right biceps. Each of them held one of those long magicksticks that looked a lot like a cattle prod. "Get out of the cart, state your names, and show your identification."

  Crap! They hadn’t made anyone in the other wagons stand. Why them? Torrent couldn’t get up. He just couldn’t!

  Caroline thought fast. "Sir, I'm sorry, but my husband has hurt his ankle on the road. He shouldn't put any pressure on it. May I request he remain sitting?"

  "No, mistress. It's our policy that all vehicles of commerce be fully checked." The man paused. "But he can remain sitting until after we check the rest of you."

  Caroline met Torrent's eyes for a moment, then she slid off the back of the wagon and joined Logan and Jessa in front of the guard. They each stated their false name and showed their false identification. The guard seemed bored as he verified everything. Caroline erped again, and the guard glanced up at her, frowning. "Are you all right, mistress?"
/>   "I’m just a little sick from the road."

  He dismissed them and jerked a thumb at Torrent. "Now, you," he barked.

  Torrent held Caroline’s gaze for a moment, then, slowly began to rise.

  Caroline decided that was a great time to throw up. She thought of every disgusting thing she could—specifically hard-boiled eggs with ketchup—and the contents of her stomach spewed out in a rush that would have made any horror movie director proud.

  Logan and Jessa stared in horror and all the guards backed away. She finished vomiting and glanced at Torrent. Every muscle in his body looked strained, like he was trying very hard not to go to her. She gave him a small smile and a little nod to let him know she was okay.

  The head guard covered his nose and mouth with his hand and waved them through. "Go, go! All of you. Consider yourself checked. Here are your papers. Move along." He thrust some papers at Jessa.

  They nodded and all of them apologized profusely, moving through the huge gates of Titan...and into enemy territory. Again.

  She took a seat on the back of the wagon and Torrent wound an arm protectively around her, feeling her forehead. "You really are sick," he murmured. "We need to get you somewhere you can rest."

  "No worries." She smiled up at him. "It was just nerves. I feel much better now."

  Caroline swallowed hard and tried not to gawk as they entered the city. Of course she'd been here before, but that time she'd been running for her life. She couldn't remember much of what the city looked like.

  Whereas Lycaon territory was all about living in communion with nature, the Magica world seemed to be about dominating it. Honestly, it felt a lot like the Flip Side, what she'd come to call the human world. Funny how she thought of herself as less and less human these days.

  Apparently being able to turn into a huge wolf on command did that to a person.

  The streets were smooth and made with some kind of dull gray stone. There were large thoroughfares for horse drawn carriages. Walkways lined the streets on either side for pedestrians. It reminded Caroline of a mix of the Middle Ages and modern times, with a ounce of Puritan.