Dark Elves 2: Mastered

by Jet Mykles

  Radin’s amusement was laced with unadulterated envy. He cradled Salin’s head to his shoulder, supporting his brother as Salin obviously dealt with incredible sensations. In the past, they had shared women. They had shared men. But this was far more intense. The addition of Diana added another level to Salin’s pleasure that neither of them had clearly anticipated. Oh, they’d known that a man could feel pleasures through his truemate. But knowing and feeling were clearly two different things.

  Radin worked his cock within Diana, a sensation wholly enjoyable in itself. She was tight and wet, with a strong grip. And she was a demanding little bitch! Each time she thought he wasn’t going fast or hard enough, she threw herself at him or rotated her hips in clear instructions.

  He tried not to be distracted by Salin, but how could he avoid it? It was amazing to watch his strong, always-in-control brother fall apart at the seams. The mental bond they shared allowed him to hear the mental stutters, the incoherent groans, and Radin briefly wished their connection were more like a truebond so he could feel the sensations himself.

  Sensing Salin was on the edge, Radin picked up the pace, his goal to drive Diana to an orgasm that would set them all off. Salin groaned, his thoughts incoherent as he tried to hold on, tried to let the pleasure go on.

  He snapped first. His release into her mouth triggered Diana. Radin let her clutching channel fire his own release.

  Salin sagged against Radin, breathing hard. Radin held him gladly, enjoying his own after-warmth.

  Radin moved first, lowering Salin down to lie beside Diana, whose eyes were closed as she tried to catch her breath. Slowly, Radin pulled out, dragging a small moan from her. He left them on the bed and went to retrieve a bottle of Salin’s favorite wine, chilling on a side table. Bless Jarak. Pouring a cup of the rare light, fruity wine, he drank it himself before taking another full glass to the bed. The truebonded pair hadn’t moved.

  “Drink?”

  Salin cracked an eye. Apparently thinking it a good idea, he pushed up to sit and took the cup from Radin.

  “How do you feel, sweet?” Radin asked, unthinkingly adopting his brother’s endearment.

  Diana groaned, lifting a hand to run through her hair. “Is this normal?”

  “Which?”

  “Just tell me that I’ll get a break from sex sometime. No, scratch that. That I’ll want a break from sex.”

  The brothers laughed, prompting an angry glare from her.

  “It’s already waned, sweet.” Salin lazily caressed her thigh. “Days ago, we were hardly conscious of other people.”

  “So, what now?”

  “You’ll always want Salin,” Radin assured her, taking the empty cup to refill it. “But the initial heat is done. You’ll feel more like interacting with others, and you won’t feel the need to fuck him every moment of the day.”

  He returned with the cup, handing it to her. She struggled and, with their help, sat up. She drank, then eyed him. “You explain nicely. I like you so much better than Nalfien.”

  He smiled. Salin laughed. “Thank you.”

  “Where were you when I was taken?”

  “Likely on the far side of the mountains. Radin wanders,” Salin answered for him. “He’s often gone for moons at a time.”

  “Where do you go?”

  Radin sat beside her and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Anywhere I can. I’m limited to the forest and mountains, and I need places where I can find shelter for the day, but I’ve explored most of our limits.”

  “Alone?”

  He smiled. “Usually.”

  She nodded, accepting that. Yawning, she slumped to her side, cradling against Salin. “So. When do I get to leave these rooms?”

  “Tonight.”

  Surprised, she twisted to see Salin’s face. “Really?”

  He nodded. “There will be a celebration tonight.”

  “What for?”

  Salin hesitated.

  What’s wrong?

  She’s not going to like this.

  Why not?

  Her gaze narrowed at the verbal pause. “What?”

  Salin sighed. “Radin found a virgin.”

  “I assume you mean a woman. So?”

  “Virgins are a cause for celebration.”

  “What the hell for?”

  Hmm.

  Yes. Salin sighed. But another part of him perked. Diana’s anger aroused him. The hellcat emerges. “We don’t often get virgins, sweet,” Salin said reasonably.

  “So?”

  “When we find one, there is a celebration. Unmated males are invited to compete to see who will win the honor of being her first.”

  Scowling, Diana pushed up to sit, the better to fully see her truemate. “What?”

  “It’s a coveted honor to be a woman’s first.”

  “Why?”

  “It can only happen once,” said Radin, trying to help. He grinned, warming to the topic. “Also, Rhae’s given us a spell that amplifies a virgin’s lust so that everyone can share it. I’m told it’s a heady feeling.”

  “Because it only happens once.”

  “Yes.”

  “Just women?”

  “Virginity isn’t the same for men.”

  “Yeah. It doesn’t hurt.” She scowled. “And it does hurt, you know. I’d think it’d hurt more to be breached by a man hung like a fucking stallion.” She made her point by reaching down to flick a finger at Salin’s semi-hard cock. “You make an honor out of torturing the poor girl?”

  Salin brushed his fingers lightly down Diana’s cheek, the look in his eyes infinitely sad. “I’m sorry your first time was traumatic, sweet.” She flinched away from him.

  Her scowl still firmly in place, Diana shoved out of the bed. Both Salin and Radin had to duck to avoid getting kicked. “Just when I thought it’s gotten as bad as it’s going to get,” they heard her grumble, “you pull another surprise on me.”

  “Where are you going?” Salin asked mildly.

  “Away,” she proclaimed, finding one of Salin’s tunics and sliding it over her head.

  “Alone?”

  “Yes.”

  “No.”

  She growled at his tone. “Fuck you.”

  Ominously, Salin rose to a crouch, eyes fixed on her as she tore open a clothes chest. “Diana, you’re not going anywhere without me.”

  “That’s too damn bad, because you’re the one I want to get away from.”

  “Or Radin.”

  “As if he’s any different.”

  “Diana.”

  She leveled a finger at him. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare!”

  The nerve! She fumed, watching the too-quiet predators that eyed her from the bed. Somewhere in this hellish cavern was a poor, terrified woman who was about to be a prize in a fucking competition. As the prize, she would get ripped apart from the inside when some over-eager raedjour shoved his cock into her. At least when Diana was taken, she had known sex. Not good sex. Nothing like what she had with Salin. But at least his mammoth cock was not the first she’d fit inside her body.

  She spun, racing. She reached the door and actually got it open. Farther than she really expected. She knew that look on Salin’s face. Knew the narrowed slant to his dark crimson eyes, the tiny hint of a grin to those black lips. There was no way she would make it out of the suite.

  But she would damned well try.

  One set of hands caught her shoulders and hauled her back. Another set ripped the door from her grasp and slammed it. Salin’s arms wrapped about her shoulders, one hand spanning her neck. Squeezed just enough to make breathing difficult. She snarled, furious that this fired her blood. Her foot shot out at Radin, but he caught it and tossed her foot aside. He stepped into her widened stance so that she ended up sandwiched tightly between them.

  “Get off me!” She clawed Salin’s arm, swinging the other arm in what would have been a good jaw punch if Radin hadn’t caught her hand.

  Together they walked
her back. Salin caught both of her arms and dragged them behind her as he sat, forcing her to kneel, spread wide over his thighs. Although she kept telling them to let go, she never said stop. Could not bring herself to do so.

  Radin knelt, sliding his fingers through her weeping pussy. Bending forward, he sucked her clit into his mouth as his fingers slid down to rim her back entrance.

  “No, wait!”

  “Yes,” Salin hissed, his teeth at her neck. “We’re going to fuck you now, sweet. Both of us. Together.”

  She squirmed, fear momentarily overriding pleasure as Radin’s finger penetrated. “No, Salin. You won’t fit.”

  “We’ll fit.”

  “Salin ...”

  “Trust me, sweet.”

  She groaned, all thoughts flying from her head save those of two beautiful obsidian rods impaling her.

  Radin slicked her with her own juices, then positioned Salin’s cock himself. “Push down, sweet,” he murmured. Behind her, Salin breathed heavily into her shoulder.

  She did. She had had him there a few times, knew the sensation by now. But not in this particular position.

  “So fucking tight,” he muttered, lapping and nipping at her sensitive neck.

  She made him moan with a twist to her hips. Gasped when Radin reminded her of his presence by again catching her clit between his lips. Crying, she fell aback against Salin. He released her arms to take control of her hips, bracing her so she wouldn’t hurt herself too much.

  She came in Radin’s mouth, her ass clutching Salin. Her truemate panted, biting her shoulder to maintain control. He fell back on the bed, taking her with him. She opened her eyes in time to see Radin crawl onto the bed, over them. Smiling down at her, he positioned his own massive cock at her pussy and penetrated.

  “Fuck!” she screamed, the heat spiking when he hit her just there.

  Inexorably, he kept coming, smoothing through her slick walls. Beneath her, Salin pulled out, making more room for Radin to slide home. Then Salin pushed in while Radin pulled out. Diana clutched the furs beneath them, pinned between them in midnight ecstasy. If she closed her eyes, they were one massive male body, invading her from both sides. As one, they worked together, finding a rhythm of push and pull that left her mindless and squirming, screaming and crying into orgasm. Another. Or maybe the same. Finally, as one, they growled. As one, they came, triggering another shuddering release within her body.

  Chapter Five

  Suzana awoke with a start when a hand softly shook her shoulder. She opened her eyes to behold a woman smiling down at her from the bedside. Her skin was dark, pearly gray, not nearly as dark as any of the raedjour men Suzana had seen. Her eyes were a startling ice-green that seemed wrong for her skin color. But she had a kind, pretty face, and her smile was filled with warmth.

  “Hello, Suzana. I’m Gala.” She stepped back, politely giving Suzana space as she sat up.

  Modestly, Suzana gathered blankets around her nudity. Then it dawned on her that this woman was practically naked herself. Her slim, muscular body was covered only by a silky green wrap about her hips and soft leather boots dyed a matching color. Her pale blonde hair spilled in smooth waves from the crown of her head past her shoulders, some of it curling delicately just above the smooth mounds of her breasts.

  Gala smiled, extending a bundle of fabric she held in her arms. “I brought you something to wear.” She looked down at her own “clothing” and snickered. “It’s not much more than I’m wearing, I’m afraid. But I managed to get a vest to cover up top, if you like.”

  Suzana glanced down, embarrassed. “Will I ever get to wear proper clothing again?”

  Gala laughed. “Therein lies the problem. To the raedjour, this is proper clothing.” She held out the bundle again. “Come, get dressed. I promise you’ve nothing I haven’t seen before.” Feeling silly, Suzana slipped from under the covers, but her eyes went immediately to the closed door. “No, don’t worry. They’ll wait outside for a while yet.”

  Suzana took the bundle. “They?”

  “Radin. My truemate, Hyle, and a few others. We’re here to escort you to the festivities.”

  “Your truemate?”

  Gala sighed, turning toward a small table to retrieve a brush. “Didn’t Radin tell you anything?”

  Suzana shook out a tiny lavender vest, a color she knew would bring out the color of her eyes. Delicate silver embroidery made the vest sparkle. She slipped it on, only to find that it wouldn’t quite close across her ample bosom.

  “Here.” Gala dropped the brush on the bed, took the ties in front of the vest, and helped to lace Suzana in. “What did Radin tell you?”

  Suzana thought about it. Truthfully, her memory of her time talking to Radin was a bit of a blur. She remembered seeing the city and talking about a few things, but after that, nothing. “That I would be treasured. That he was going to change me into one of them. That this was now my home.”

  “That’s it?”

  “For the most part.”

  Gala sighed. “Typical. I’m glad they allowed me to talk to you, then. What little he said is true. You will be treasured. The raedjour as a whole treat us very well.”

  “Us?”

  “Women. But for a race that follows a goddess, they’re remarkably domineering of women.” Gala shrugged. “But in that, they’re very like most men. Also, Radin did cast the spell to begin your change into one of us. It will take a while, from what I’m told.”

  “Then you ...”

  Gala nodded, smoothing the now-laced vest over Suzana’s breasts. The edges barely covered her nipples, and the taut laces pushed her breasts in and up, creating a deep and bountiful cleavage.

  “The change was started for me a few moons ago.” She held out her arm, displaying the gray skin that gleamed in the light. “It’s remarkable to watch your skin turn color. Not that I notice, most of the time.” She ran a hand over her forearm. “And it feels different. Tougher but softer.” She shook her head, as if unable to explain it. She fingered a lock of her pale hair. “And my hair was dark blonde.” She shrugged. “As I said, it’s gradual and gets more pronounced as time wears on. I think the pregnancy helps it along. Or causes it. I haven’t quite pinned that one down.”

  “You’re pregnant?” Suzana couldn’t help her smile. She loved babies!

  Gala matched it, smoothing a hand over her very flat belly. “I am.”

  “Congratulations.”

  “Thank you.” Picking up the brush, Gala climbed onto the bed behind Suzana and took hold of her wealth of hair. Someone had brushed it since her run through the forest, but her hair could always use brushing. “You have beautiful hair!”

  “Thank you.”

  “You must never have cut it for it to be this long.”

  “No. Only trims to keep it healthy. My people only cut their hair as a sign of grief or shame.” She felt the pang of loss at speaking about her lost home. She should cut her hair, a sign of grief for her lost relatives.

  Gala must have sensed that, for she went on. “Life among the raedjour for me has been a wonderful experience. It’s so beautiful down here. I would never have guessed that an underground kingdom could be so varied. You must visit the main bathing cavern some time. It’s a huge cavern with dozens of pools. Some are big and you can go swimming. Others are small and naturally heated.” She babbled on a bit, her talk and manner putting Suzana at ease. “And since I found my truemate, Hyle, I couldn’t be happier. He’s wonderful! So sweet and loving. You see, one of the other drawbacks for the raedjour is that they’re only fertile with one woman. Ever.”

  Gala spoke in a stream of words that Suzana was pleased to find she had no trouble following. Gala was a lot like a few of her friends back home. “Only one?”

  “Only one. That’s another reason that they’re very careful with us. They’ll make note of what you like and who you like so they can find your true match. So you’ll be taken from man to man until your truemate is found.”

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sp; Suzana started. “From man to man?”

  “Yes.” Gala’s friendly manner all of a sudden seemed hesitant.

  “Do you mean ...?”

  Gala sighed. “There’s no good way to say this, so I’ll just be blunt and say it. You’ll be given to one man before today is through, and you’ll stay with him for nine days. He will have sex with you.” Gala’s voice was warmly amused. “A lot.” Suzana’s face flamed, and she was glad Gala was behind her so couldn’t see it. “At the end of the nine days, you’ll be tested to see if you’re pregnant. And yes, they can tell after such a short period of time. The sorcerers, anyway. I’d imagine Radin will test you. Anyway, if you’re not pregnant, you’ll be given a night or two of rest. After that, you’ll be given to another man for another nine days. That will be your life until you truebond or until they decide that you’re not likely to truebond.”

  Suzana froze, hearing Gala’s words. This was truly happening?

  “But you’re special. Because you’re a virgin. Rhae thinks virgins are special. So, you get a contest to see who gets to be your first,” Gala continued blithely, still stroking Suzana’s hair. “They’re going to hold a contest for you, tonight. Ilk vet metmre, Radin called it. It means ‘brawn and domination.’ He’s spread the word, and any unmated male who thinks he’s worthy and is of a mind is going to come fight for you.”

  Mind racing, Suzana shook her head. “No.”

  “Suzana, really, it’s not that bad. Their goddess, Rhae, created them for sex. She gave them a special sense. They can actually feel your pleasure or pain. So it actually benefits them to see that you enjoy sex.” She chuckled. “They’ve made the act of making love an art form. Because, to them, it’s the way they worship their goddess.”

  “But ... No! They can’t! My virginity is all that I have left!”

  Gala sat back on her heels. “Suzana, calm down. Really, it’s not ...”

  “No! They can’t!” She stood, ripping her hair from Gala’s grasp. Frantically, she eyed the room, settling on the open window.