Hyrruld Warriors 1: Through the Tapestry (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme)

by Jools Louise

  “You must tell me all about your world, my dear. And your handsome knaves must join us for our evening meal. We will have it brought here for your convenience since I’m sure you must be tired. Myre tells me you are carrying six heirs? We must make sure you eat well and are under no stress or strain.” She patted Max’s arm gently, then turned a gimlet eye on her mate.

  “Myre! Please make sure our guests are provided with sufficient food. We will be on the balcony. Please let us know when dinner is served.” She glared at her mate until he gave a slightly embarrassed growl before boarding the shuttle Neea had arrived on.

  “Sister dearest, I will help Myre arrange the feast.” Frizta spoke up, smiling sweetly, her voice gentle, and yet there was the slightest edge to it.

  Neea raised her brow at her sister in query.

  “I wish only to ensure that our visitors receive the very best of our offerings. I believe your mate may have upset the cook house yesterday. They may not be best pleased with him right now. Perhaps a female touch is needed.” Neea gave a smirk at her husband who was peering at her from the door to the shuttle. He gave her a scowl, which told her that Frizta’s words rang true. Myre often caused havoc among the cooks, since he preferred simple fayre for his meals and they continued to annoy him by doing the opposite.

  “Thank you, Frizta. I can only imagine what my darling Myre would procure for our guests.” She gave her mate a scalding glare which should have blistered his hide. She was still irritated that he hadn’t sought to introduce her to the dragon shifters earlier. The ear bashing he was going to receive later was going to be long and could just remind her beloved who really ruled the roost.

  Max and his mates stared in awe at the fierce female that was Neea. They had thought Myre the scariest creature they had ever met, but Neea was definitely not one to be on the wrong side of.

  Max gulped as he looked at his new friend. He hoped he didn’t put his foot in it or Neea might just throw him and his mates off the balcony!

  “Now, now dear. There’s no need to be worried. My darling mate sometimes forgets who the real boss in our family is!” She let out a peal of delighted laughter at the expression on Max’s face.

  “I have heard much about your situation already. I also understand that your have been warned that some of our laws are less than desirable. My family were outcasts until Myre helped us many years ago. He has a fierce spirit, and fights those who are too greedy or lazy to change. Agion lives in the past. We are isolated, but we must still be open to new ideas.”

  “My lady, what happened here? My father came here many decades ago, before I was born. I don’t remember him mentioning such rules.” Raven spoke for the first time, stepping forward and bowing his head respectfully.

  Neea looked at the large dragon knave, her expression sad.

  “Come, sit so we can view the city.” They followed her outside, sitting on a circular set of benches overlooking the city. “Cu-lea is changing slowly.” Neea began, gathering her youngest child to her as the others sprawled around the adults’ feet.

  “Before Myre took control, it was governed by another clan. Myre is of the Alk-á-Meenda clan. They were outcasts for many years for some minor infraction. Something to do with a love feud, I believe. The governing clan at the time did a terrible thing. The alpha, called Seenia of the Alk-á-Monoda clan, had thirty pregnant females murdered and their families exiled. Seenia and his family did not agree with the old ways, where relationships were determined by love and honour, not gender and class.” The youngster on her lap let out a growling purr, eyes closing as he fell asleep. Neea smiled, stroking his furry head tenderly.

  “Why murder the females?” Shimmer asked, horrified at such a crime.

  “They were part of Myre’s family. Seenia felt that Myre’s clan were the greatest threat to his reign and sent out a warning to them all. Myre’s mother escaped, hiding out in the forest. Unbelievably she survived, but no one else did. Their family one by one succumbed to the harsh outer realm. Myre is the last of his line. When he was old enough he and his mother managed to get to one of the space ports. They found allies in other planets of the Hoxi system.” She sighed.

  “When he had enough backing, Myre returned. Seenia was the last to fall. Myre was filled with rage and vengeance. Each of those responsible for the deaths of his family was killed. He drew the line at killing in the same way that Seenia had done. He offered sanctuary for those vulnerable to Seenia’s retaliation. But Seenia was defeated. Seenia was executed as he should be. His power faded and Myre was made alpha of Agion. Slowly the rules are changing, but there are some here who benefitted from following Seenia’s ways. Ruling by fear is the old way. It is taking a while to get all the clans on the same wave length.”

  Max found himself holding two of the little fur-balls in his lap, stroking them gently as they slept peacefully. One was male and one female. They had the same colouring as Myre, their fur thick and soft like velvet under his fingers. He knew about greed and hatred and vengeance. Syrrus and Trophus had shown him first-hand their rule of fear.

  Tears fell from his eyes, his heart hurting at the memories of his people’s screams of terror and pain as Syrrus’s army had descended.

  “My family were destroyed by such people. I believe there are greedy people in every race. I do not pretend to interfere with your laws, but if I can be of help in any way, I will do my very best.” Max met Neea’s gaze. “Our children are our gift, our legacy. Let us not destroy our legacy by letting others’ selfish desires destroy what we are building.” He raised one of Neea’s hands, placing a gentle kiss on her clawed fingers.

  “My knaves and I are warriors. We will share with you all that we can. I believe we were brought here for a reason. Your clan and mine will be allies. I am the last of my line, as Myre is of his. We should come together as brothers in arms. The evil which follows us will arrive, I’m sure of it. When it does, we will be ready to fight it and destroy it. Our lineage lives on, even if we do not.”

  Brother, I would be honoured to have you as my ally. You show strength and courage. Your line will always be welcome in our home and the city of Cu-lea. Alk-á-Meenda will survive stronger than ever. And when you return to defeat those who would destroy your loved ones, I will join with you in the battle—we will be victorious.

  Myre stood on the balcony in feline form. His massive frame towered over them all, eyes fierce and blazing with blue fire. He moved regally toward Max, bowing his head. Max nodded in agreement, closing his golden eyes and sending a flurry of magick toward Myre. Acting purely on instinct, the air shimmered with golden light for a moment as a halo of gold swirled overhead. Reaching out, Max touched his fingers to Myre’s broad nose and the halo descended, surrounding the pair before sending a flash of energy into each of them.

  Eyes locked, a swirl of blue entered Max’s eyes just as pure gold entered Myre’s.

  “We are bonded by trust and friendship. Brothers in arms we will pledge to honour each other in life and death.” Max sank to one knee before the great cat, bowing his head low.

  Myre gave an almighty roar, the sound shaking the rafters and ringing out over the city.

  Brothers, then, King Ferdinand. Now let the feast begin.

  With a quick shimmer Myre shifted into humanoid form, naked except for a black wrap which covered his genitals. The rest of him was bare, muscles glistening. The heavy swathe of black hair hung like a silken curtain down his back and Max smiled at the man.

  Without thought, he stepped forward, hugging him as best he could. With a start of surprise Myre responded, clasping the smaller male close.

  “Now then, the children are hungry, let’s eat gentlemen!” Neea’s voice was husky, her eyes sparkling with tears of pride as she viewed her mate and Max. She had feared Myre would not open himself up enough to let anyone else into his heart but her and the children. Now he had an ally, one who believed as he did.

  * * * *

  That night, alone with his mates
again, Max snuggled blissfully. He lay sprawled atop Sol’s large golden body, feeling the rise and fall of Sol’s chest as the alpha breathed. The heat from the living furnace soothed him and he closed his eyes, breathing in Sol’s enticing scent.

  “You worry that the Tapestry will be breached before we can gather a strong defence.” Max spoke softly, not wanting to wake the other knaves who slept peacefully around them. All except Raven, that is, who chose to stand guard. He was still wary of their new neighbours. Max had felt through the bonding process that Myre could be trusted, but he also sensed Myre’s unease around the other clans. As though they weren’t to be trusted. With this in mind, Max had tacitly agreed to Raven setting up guard duty, he and the others taking turns watching through the night.

  Sol tensed beneath him then sighed.

  “I worry that you are pregnant with six heirs, we have no fixed address, and our allies may be too immersed in their own squabbles to be able to protect you when the time comes.” Max felt the soft kiss atop his head and tilted his chin so he could look into those beautiful violet eyes.

  “Wherever we go, we are at risk. The heirs may or may not survive. I cannot predict the future. I know that Myre and Neea have a strong motivation for keeping their own family safe…I sense Myre’s honour is as strong as he is fierce.”

  Sol sat up, his back propped against the wall. Gathering Max close to him, he rested his chin on Max’s silken head. Large hands moved soothingly along Max’s back to his butt, then back up to his shoulders.

  “I love you so much, Max. I don’t know what I would do if you were harmed in any way. My dragon would probably destroy everything in its path…and I wouldn’t stop it. Perhaps we should leave some surprises in store, in case Myre’s enemies should decide to include us in their quarrel. I’m thinking a burst of dragon fire up their asses will be a nice revelation.”

  Max giggled, kissing Sol’s chest then running his tongue over a small golden nipple. Nipping at the burgeoning tip, he sighed with pleasure at the delicious taste of his alpha on his tongue.

  “You are convinced that Myre’s enemies will be our enemies?” Max asked.

  Sol shuddered as Max attacked the other nipple, feeling his cock harden to granite. “My love, they will probably try to court you, to get you to change to their side. Bribery, coercion or threats. When that doesn’t work they are not going to be pleased. We have already seen the treachery in our own court. Greed is a powerful motivator to commit evil acts. From what Myre told us, the three clans who refuse to change have a lot to lose.”

  “I know the feeling.” Max trailed his tongue along the deep channel separating the massive slabs of Sol’s pecs. Sol shuddered again, his legs spreading a little as Max moved south. Exploring each ridge of his abdomen and then along the line of his Adonis belt.

  A giggle sounded as Max ignored the achingly hard erection, which jutted urgently, begging for attention. He licked and nibbled back up the other side before settling on a nipple again and sucking hard.

  Sol bucked his hips, arching his back at the sensuous onslaught, his fingers cupping Max’s head gently, sifting through the silky hair.

  “I have this overwhelming need for your cum on me.” Max murmured around the engorged nipple in his mouth.

  Kneeling on Sol’s large frame he looked tiny against the size of his dragon warrior alpha. His lips moved from the swollen buds until they were just touching Sol’s parted mouth.

  “I’m greedy to feel the heat of your tight ass milking my cock of every drop of cum, while you shoot your load all over yourself. Then I want to lick you clean…and start all over again.” Max bit down sharply on Sol’s lower lip, his eyes locked with the dazed violet gems that were Sol’s.

  Sol nodded helplessly, unable to resist the lure of Max’s seductive demands.

  “I need to come in you three times. By the time I’m finished, you’ll be feeling me for a week!”

  Max bit down again and Sol groaned gutturally. Geez. Where had this siren come from? Max had always had his assertive side, but damn. Just his words almost had Sol coming right then.

  “Do your worst, Your Majesty.” He growled, grabbing Max and planting a searing kiss on that taunting mouth. His tongue swept inside hungrily until they were both panting. Sol felt the damp heat of Max’s thick cock against his belly, fisting the engorged rod until Max was groaning in ecstasy.

  “On your stomach, knave!” Max commanded, sliding back so he knelt between Sol’s thick thighs.

  Immediately Sol complied, groaning as the soft sheet beneath brushed his sensitive cock.

  Tilting his ass up, he pushed a pillow underneath his hips so he was at the perfect angle for Max.

  A light slap on one cheek had him gasping into the pillow and he shook with desire. A light swipe of a tongue along his quivering crease and then he felt fingers parting his cheeks.

  A soft groan and then the tongue began licking at his hole. Writhing restlessly under the onslaught, Sol was just about ready to come before with a loud snarl Max slammed into his channel.

  The rimming job had left his hole prepared, but the hard thrust to the hilt had him arching in shock at the sudden burn.

  “This is mine, knave! You are father to our heirs. As are Jayde and Ochre and Shimmer and Indigo and Raven. I will fight for our right to live and love.” Withdrawing so just the tip of his cock was inside, Max then thrust back in smoothly. Sol yelled out, muffled by the pillow as pure pleasure shot up his spine. Damn, Max was staking a claim. Sol had no complaints so far.

  “Now I’m going to fuck you a new asshole. Hold on for the ride, warrior!” Before Sol had time to catch his breath, Max began to move. Shallow thrusts mixed with long, hard strokes. Building up speed, Max was soon power-driving fast and hard until Sol was groaning loudly with each plunge.

  With a grunt, Max came hard, shooting hot seed into Sol but not stopping. His mission was to claim Sol, just as he had been claimed. Sweat soaked Sol’s skin, the scales of his dragon rippling beneath the skin. His dragon’s growls mixed with his as it gave in to the forceful desires of his king and the love of his long life.

  Twice more Max came, soaking Sol’s chute before collapsing in exhaustion over Sol’s broad back. Sol shifted over, moving onto his side and gathering Max close.

  “I love you,” Max whispered, wrapping around Sol and sliding one thigh between Sol’s. He felt the slick mess of cum on Sol’s abs, evidence of his pleasure earlier.

  “I love you, too.” Sol kissed Max eagerly, loving the ache in his butt. Max was right, he’d probably be feeling twinges in there for a week.

  “Oh, now I’m hurt! I thought I bagged next dibs.” Jayde spoke teasingly and Max looked over Sol’s broad shoulder to poke his tongue out at the impudent knave.

  “I already had you when we landed. You’re being greedy!” Max taunted, grinning at the dragon.

  “He had me twice, Jayde. Once when we landed, and then he claimed me earlier. I suppose he just likes me more!” Raven growled, laughing when Jayde pounced on him and began tickling him mercilessly.

  “Aw, is poor little Jayde all upset now? Perhaps we should all have Jayde’s ass, so he doesn’t feel left out!” Shimmer suddenly lunged over all of them, grabbing Jayde who squealed like a dragon pup. Manhandling the green dragon knight, Shimmer and Raven pinned him on his back while Indigo joined in.

  Max was laughing hard at the ruckus, snuggling against Sol as Indigo pushed up Jayde’s legs, then began preparing Jayde’s hole before plunging deep. Jayde squealed again, then groaned as Indigo began to move, snapping his hips as he fucked his mate with driving strokes.

  Ochre, not to be outdone, knelt behind Indigo on the bed, grabbing his hips before plunging into Indigo’s slick chute. Indigo grunted, pausing before he found his rhythm again, impaling himself front and back.

  Shimmer chuckled, kissing Jayde’s gasping mouth hard. Easing his way down so he straddled him in a sixty-nine position, he inhaled Jayde’s cock before shoving his own inside
Jayde’s hungry mouth.

  Jayde moaned, his voice blending harmoniously with the others’ as they fucked and sucked furiously.

  Each blew his load, and then everyone moved, swapping positions before beginning again. Max, heating up from watching the erotic show, felt Sol move also. Rolling Max onto his back Sol lay between Max’s spread thighs, spreading them gently and rubbing his hands tenderly up Max’s inner thighs and over his slightly rounded belly.

  “I need to be inside you.” He kissed Max deeply, sliding his dripping cock alongside Max’s. Rubbing against each other, they sighed as the delicious friction amped them both up. Sol’s fingers probed gently at Max’s tender hole, loosening the tight ring of muscle. Soon he was sliding lower, easing gently between Max’s slender thighs before parking his heavy cock at the clenching hole.

  Eyes locked with Max’s, he entered the searing heat of Max’s tunnel, sinking inside with barely a pause. Max took him easily, his mouth parting on a sigh of pleasure until Sol had completely impaled him.

  Slowly and tenderly, he began to move in and out. Mouths fused together, kissing with tender fervour as their bodies entwined in a sensual dance which was all slow, gentle strokes.

  “My love,” Sol murmured, sighing into Max’s mouth as with a shuddering jerk he came, unloading his seed inside Max’s warm body. Max trembled then came with a shivering sigh.

  He clutched Sol to him, eyes closing as he fell asleep wrapped in Sol’s strong arms. He vaguely heard the sounds of his mates as they finished off their mini orgy with groans and moans, and he smiled. He was a lucky man to have such loving mates.

  Chapter Seven:

  Council Summons

  Max and his entourage arrived at the council chambers the next morning ready for anything. Refreshed, well-fucked, and determined not to let a few mangy shifters upset them, they presented a united front as they stepped off the shuttle once more.