Dark Elves 2: Mastered

by Jet Mykles

  He pulled back to pour more oil into his palms, then proceeded to rub it into her belly and sides, reaching behind to reach her back. It was easy for him. He could probably wrap his arms around her twice without trying. Remaining on his knees, he took her right arm and oiled it from shoulder to fingertip, then did the same to the other. Pouring more oil, he started at her neck, then slid down to circle her breasts. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he toyed with her, skimming her skin with the lightest touch he could manage while still transferring the oil. He tested the weight of her breasts, supporting them with his hands, squeezing gently. She closed her eyes and moaned, unable to stand it. She was alive with need.

  “Suza,” he breathed, and she opened her eyes just in time to see him stick out his tongue and use it to lightly trace her nipple.

  “Oh!” She arched her back to bring him closer.

  He glared at her playfully, hands at her hips to push her back and keep her there. She moaned. “Please.”

  “Please?” He traced the other nipple.

  “Oh, please, suck them.”

  He grinned. “Happily.”

  She gasped, arching again, as he took the nipple and half of her breast into his mouth and bit gently. Her feet shifted, her hands sliding over his skin. She was positively unable to keep still as he pulled back until only the hard peak of her nipple was in his mouth. Between his teeth. Mercilessly, he lashed her with his tongue.

  He pulled her to him, allowing her to press her hips to his chest as he feasted on her other breast. He wrapped his arms around her waist, one big hand sliding up to grab a handful of her wet hair and yank it back. It arched her into him, kept her off balance, so that she only remained upright because of his support. Gladly, she gave over control to him, entirely willing to be his plaything.

  He stood, lifting her easily. She floated in his arms across the room until he laid her gently on the bed. His hands on the inside of her thighs spread her wide, and she cried out when his mouth engulfed her sex. Her back bowed, and she eagerly reached forward to grab two fistfuls of his hair. Giving in to the urge, she drew the silky sheet up and over until it covered her to her neck.

  Krael’s heart swelled. Her taste was finer than any sweet he’d ever sampled, by far the most delicious cunt he’d ever lapped. Growling, he slid his fingers closer until he could sink both thumbs into her channel, pulling her open to further expose her sweetness to him. His hair covered them, but he paid it no heed, content to let her enjoy it while he plunged inside in further search for treasure. He tongued the sensitive spot just inside and had to hold tight as her hips bucked. Withdrawing his tongue, he twisted one thumb to put it against that spot, rubbing hard.

  She came in a glorious gush of cream and a matching scream. Before she’d subsided, he sucked her clit into his mouth, still massaging her from inside with his thumb. She shuddered and writhed, pulling his hair. Not that he minded. He wanted her mindless, and the pain just added an extra edge to what he was feeling.

  He took her to edge after edge until her body subsided. He licked at her clit, and she could only shudder and moan, her muscles remaining lax.

  Grinning, he pulled back and stood, careful to let his hair linger and caress her as it fell away. Her fascination with it was not lost on him.

  With effort, she turned her head and cracked open her eyes. A sheen of sweat had joined the oil on her skin, making her sparkle in the firelight.

  Silently, he put his hands to the tie of his trousers and unlaced them. Using the bedpost for support, he bent to remove first one boot, then the other. Then he shucked the trousers. His aching cock sprang up, eager for her. She eyed it appreciatively.

  Bending forward, he tucked his hands under her armpits and lifted. She easily slid farther up the bed, and her hips were a welcome cradle to his as he lowered himself atop her.

  “Sleepy?” he asked, calmly brushing sweaty locks of hair from her face.

  “No,” she assured him, sliding her hands up his arms to his shoulders. Her legs wrapped around his waist.

  “Are you certain?” he teased, tracing her lips with one finger. A finger that still smelled of her juices. “I wouldn’t want to tire you.”

  She sucked his finger into her mouth and he groaned, watching the black digit penetrate her wet, pink lips. “Please,” she said finally, without releasing his finger. “Please wear me out, my lord.”

  He laughed. Pulling his hand away, he brought it down to grasp his cock and place it at her entrance. He laughed again when she wiggled forcefully to impale herself on that first inch.

  “Impatient, Suza?”

  “For you, my lord. Yes!”

  “Mmmm.” Seated, he slid forward a bit, loving the way her breath stuttered and her eyes lost focus. “You want me to fuck you then?”

  “Oh, yes.”

  He slid in some more. “Say it.”

  Her eyes flew open, her mouth as well. He took the opportunity to suck at that plump lower lip briefly. “Say it,” he repeated.

  “Fuck me,” she said softly.

  Another inch. “Mmm.” He watched her lips. “Again.”

  “Fuck me,” she said, bolder.

  “Ah.” He reached her limit, butting up against her womb.

  She pushed up against him, her arms snug about his torso as far as she could reach. He hissed in a breath when her wet little mouth closed about his nipple and pulled. He braced himself above her, careful not to pull too far away and lose her mouth, then rolled his hips. She moaned against him and clung, eager to take as much of him as he could fit into her snug channel.

  He pounded until she shattered around him, taking him into oblivion with her.

  She dropped to the bed with a little sob. He remained braced above her, breathing hard. “Are you all right?”

  She nodded, unable to open her eyes. Her small smile reassured him. “I believe you have worn me out, my lord.”

  Teasing? He chuckled, dropping to her side, then scooping her small body into the curve of his. “Sleep then, vixen.”

  She giggled tiredly. Within moments, she was asleep. Surprisingly, he was not far behind.

  Chapter Ten

  “A mage’s love to save the rhaeja.”

  Krael looked up at Savous. The younger man shrugged. “That’s what he said when he emerged. I wrote it myself.”

  Krael switched his gaze to Nalfien, who stared thoughtfully into the fireplace. “What does it mean?”

  The men again sat in Nalfien’s study, but they had yet to discuss Suzana’s sexuality. The subject hadn’t drifted from Valanth’s request to have her.

  Nalfien shook his head. “Likely, exactly what it states.”

  “But he doesn’t need saving.”

  “Doesn’t he?”

  “No. Save him from what?”

  “Himself?”

  “Speak sense, old man.”

  “He is speaking sense.” This from Radin, who stood in the corner, toying with his belt knife. “Valanth very likely knows that he’s sick. He killed those women.”

  “Radin,” Nalfien warned.

  “No, Nalfien, let’s be blunt. He killed those women. There is no denying it, no matter how hard we try. The question is, why? And how? Rhae may have let him escape with one accidental death, but they can’t all have been accidental.” His voice was low and the walls were solid stone, but each man in the room tensed just the same. Radin’s words could easily get him killed.

  “You’re saying that Rhae’s looking for a mage to put his head right?” Krael asked.

  “Maybe.”

  Both men looked to Nalfien, who now studied Radin. “Perhaps.”

  “But he’s already had a truemate. That’s ridiculous!”

  Neither sorcerer answered. Savous, when Krael looked to him, only shrugged. Krael sat back, pounding the thick table with his fist. “It’s not Suza.”

  “I agree.” Nalfien turned to face the table, calmly folding his hands before him. “But my belief is not what will save her.�
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  “If he takes her, he’ll ruin her.”

  Nalfien watched Krael closely. “Yes.”

  Krael snarled, shoving from the table. “I will not let that happen.”

  “Tell me, why --”

  Nalfien stopped at a knock at the door. He glanced at Savous, who instantly rose to answer it.

  All four men stood and froze. Valanth himself strode in blithely and stood at the end of the table. He actually wore robes, the voluminous white silks settling softly about his body. He was accompanied by only two bodyguards. Thankfully, he had left Tishna, his latest mindless plaything, behind.

  “Krael. I have something for you.” He held out his hand. The robe’s sleeve fell back to reveal what he offered. A whip.

  Krael extended his own hand and accepted the slap of the whip’s handle into it. “Thank you, rhaeja.”

  Valanth’s eyes danced as he smiled into Krael’s face. “You’re to use it on her.”

  “Rhaeja?”

  “Use it on the virgin. She’s to be used to it by the time she comes to me.”

  Krael could only stare at Valanth, unwilling to put words to the thoughts careening through his mind.

  “Don’t disappoint me, Captain.” With that, he turned on his heel and led his bodyguards away.

  Krael stared at the whip in his hand. Memories flooded his mind of the many times he had trained women to the whip. The weapon was his specialty, and the use of it in sexual play his forte, as well. It was another oddity that it had not yet occurred to him to introduce Suzana to that particular aspect of sex. Not during her first nine days.

  Savous cursed softly. “Krael, you can’t ...”

  Krael lifted his gaze to meet the eyes of the youth who might someday be rhaeja. “It’s what the rhaeja commands.”

  Savous threw furious glances at both Radin and Nalfien, but neither sorcerer had words.

  “Are we done?” Krael asked softly.

  “Yes.”

  Savous caught him by the arm as he went by. “You can’t!”

  Krael shrugged him off and left the room.

  He pictured Suzana’s lovely, creamy skin striped by marks. His marks. Her succulent round buttocks would dance becomingly as he struck her. The thought inflamed him.

  But, no. He couldn’t. Not yet. First she had to know and appreciate sex without pain before she could truly enjoy whipping. If she could ever enjoy it. Krael was well aware that not all women could stand it.

  But neither could he directly defy Valanth. The rhaeja was owed absolute loyalty as Rhae’s chosen. There were rules to raedjour society, in place for a reason. To keep the race of all men in line. The two primary rules were that you never jeopardized a truematch and you always obeyed the rhaeja.

  He compromised, stopping by his personal rooms to pick up a necessary object before returning to the rooms he shared with Suzana.

  He entered the outer room of the suite and placed Valanth’s whip on a chest. He had seven days more to enjoy her company. He had time to prepare her for Valanth’s request. Then he strode to the bedchamber door and opened it.

  And froze.

  The thick wood had obscured the sound, but now he heard it perfectly. Suzana’s beyond-lovely voice traced the air, accompanied by the harp she cradled in her lap as she fingered it. Rhon and two other boys stood transfixed just within.

  He was just in time to hear the last of the song. Suzana trailed off, her fingers causing a twining ring of music to disperse in the air. The boys clapped appreciatively. Suzana smiled, then turned her face to him. It was then the boys noticed his presence. Together, they bowed their heads and vacated the room.

  Krael stood transfixed, hardly noticing their absence. The music he’d heard coming from this woman astounded him. He could not believe she was real. Nor could he quite believe she smiled so beatifically at him!

  Her gaze trailed down his body, and her smile died at seeing the flogger dangling from his hand. Anxious, she returned her gaze to his face. “Have I displeased you, my lord?”

  He glanced at the pleasure-weapon. Unlike Valanth’s whip, this was meant for sexual play alone. Loose leather straps fell like a tail from the handle he held in his grasp. A few of the strands were knotted at the end. He slapped it smartly against his shin. “No.”

  Carefully, she set her harp on the floor beside the bed. She stared at the flogger the entire time. He lifted it, slid the loose black straps through his hand. As he approached, he gripped the ends, snapping the flogger taut before him, displaying it for her. She held rock still, her eyes trained on the leather in his hands. He stopped before her, extended the weapon out and over her too-still body. Slowly, he dragged it up her back until he could wind it around her neck. She shivered as he bent, using the flogger to draw her close for a kiss.

  Carefully, he monitored her response. Fright. Uncertainty. Desire! Yes! She was afraid he would hurt her, but if he didn’t -- or if he did it just right -- she was game.

  He touched his mouth to hers, lips slightly parted. She waited, trembling, but he did no more. Finally, she needed the contact. She leaned forward that little bit to seal them in a kiss. He responded languidly, parting his lips, caressing hers. Waiting. After a moment, she whimpered, and he felt her hands grip his arms as she pressed her lips tighter to his. Still he teased, until finally he felt her tongue tentatively foray between his lips. He opened further, luring her in. Flicked her tongue with the tip of his. With an impatient little moan, she thrust her tongue further. Humming softly, he suckled it, toying with her as she grew bolder.

  Ever so slowly, he released the loose ends of the flogger, letting them trail down her naked back. She stiffened, but didn’t stop their kiss. He pressed forward, forcing her to fall back into the pillows. Kneeling, he straddled her hips. He played the flogger over her body, letting the supple leather caress her naked skin.

  “There are people who find pleasure in being whipped.” She stiffened again, eyes wide. “And there are people who find pleasure in whipping others.”

  She licked her lips, stammered once. “I-is that what you enjoy, my lord?”

  “Which?”

  “Either.”

  He smiled, nudging the underside of her breast with the end of the handle. “I’ve enjoyed whipping others.”

  She swallowed. “I-is that what you --” She hissed when he rubbed her erect nipple with the handle. “-- wish to do to me, my lord?”

  The smile drained. He let her see the heat of his gaze. “Yes.”

  The surge of her arousal nearly made him groan. Vastly trusting, her body went limp, her eyes trained on his. “I’m yours, my lord. Do with me what you will.”

  His nostrils flared. “And if it hurts?”

  “If it pleases you, my lord, it pleases me.”

  He heard the growl before he realized it came from deep within his chest. Her trembling response made it worse. He threw back his head, breathing deeply of her intoxicating scent. She was turned on.

  Slowly, he lowered his head and edged back, straddling her calves, so he could trail the flogger down her body until the straps trailed over her thighs and groin. Her breath caught when he nudged the edge of the handle between her thighs, grazing it through her drenched pussy. His smile returned. “Bend your knees.” She did, eyes closed. “Watch, Suza.”

  She dragged open her eyes. Her heart still pounded in fear. She wanted to believe that he wasn’t going to hurt her, but that weapon! She glanced down. In the sparse lighting, the black leather almost seemed an extension of his arm. She groaned when he seated the handle more firmly in her pussy and used it to rub her sensitive skin. Gods, that felt good!

  He took her hand and closed it around the handle. “Pleasure yourself.”

  Another groan, but she did. Just as he had, she used the leather-wrapped wood to press against her aching center.

  When he was satisfied that she was obeying, he stepped back off the bed. A toss of his head sent his cascade of hair flying behind him and a clutch of warmt
h to Suzana’s belly. Leisurely, he removed what there was of his clothing. Eyeing his cock, Suzana unwittingly pushed the handle a bit deeper and shallowly penetrated herself. Her groan was unstoppable.

  “That’s it.” He took his cock in his hand, eyes trained on her pussy. “Make yourself come.”

  She squeaked. “Myself ...?”

  “Yes.”

  Her eyes dropped hungrily to his cock. “But ...”

  “Make yourself come first.” He continued to stroke himself, that maddening smile on his too-handsome face.

  The flogger was such a wonderful black. If she squinted, it almost looked like his cock. It was certainly hard enough, although the leather did not quite have the same feel as him. Oh, yes! She watched him watching her, imagined the flogger’s handle as his cock. Her pussy swelled and wept. Her hips began to rock. Something coiled just below her belly, aching, wanting, almost ... It snapped and she howled her release, furiously rubbing her pulsing cunt with the flogger.

  “Very nice,” he said when she subsided.

  She licked her lips. Yes, it had been. But now she knew what would be even nicer. “Please, my lord.”

  The left side of his mouth hiked up in a grin. “Please?”

  “Please fuck me.”

  “You learn fast.”

  She beamed.

  “Roll over. Get on your hands and knees.”

  She didn’t ask why. In two days, Krael had shown her nothing but pleasure, even with the whip. She had no reason to doubt him.

  “Turn around. Ass facing me.”

  She laughed and complied.

  “What’s funny?”

  “I -- oh!” His big hands slid over her ass, squeezing her cheeks like ripe melons. “I was laughing at myself for feeling embarrassed.”

  “Ah.” His thumbs trailed down the crack of her ass, delving deep. “You’re not embarrassed?”