Hawk's Nest (Tremble Island)

by Lewis, Lynn Ray

  He again took to the sky. Soaring through the nighttime soothed his temper and gave him the freedom that he desired to transform into his other form. The giant bird had no feathers, his skin was leathery, and the blue crest atop his head rose eight inches in a disc shape. His wings ate up the air as he flew toward Dragon’s Eerie. No one had seen another dragon on the island that Con had heard of. Drago was the only one. Perhaps he would wish to foster the baby that had caused its discovery to begin with. According to Quinlan, he got the story from one of the women captives. They were inside their hovel when smoke began to seep through the walls. One of the men went to check and discovered that it appeared the baby dragon was belching fire. The fire was spreading over the shared wall of the hovel and the covered shed the young shifters were kept. By the time the humans were warned and gathered a few possessions, the hovel was almost gone. The woman was surprised but scornful when told the young ones were alive. Had Con been the one to interrogate her, he would have snapped her neck then. Since she was a captive and would be transported to the Hall, he would be content with Hawk’s verdict.

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  Hawk wished to be anywhere but where he was. The Elf continued to chatter through the night as he ate his fill of the tender roasted meat that was leftover from feeding the young girl and Fern. When the chattering stopped, he watched as the Elf slipped back into the forest. He thanked the stars for the reprieve from the high pitched voice, as silence settled over the camp. As he watched over his charges, he studied them and his rage grew. The wolves were emaciated, their bones were visible, sticking out with a thin layer of skin covering them. The normal luxurious fur that was known to the breed was thin and brittle. He hoped with good food and tender care, the cubs would heal and thrive as Fern assured him they would. The dragon baby was going to be a problem, no one had seen a dragon aside from Drago. He was the only one on the island until now, and Hawk wondered if the creature would be better served by being raised with Drago to guide it. He decided to send someone to ask the Master of Dragon’s Eyre for his opinion.

  The wagon and ten of his Amazon warriors arrived at first light. They had traveled most of the night without stopping other than to water the oxen that were pulling the wooden transport. Once Hawk was certain his charges were settled into the wagon and ready to leave, he took flight himself. He circled the area, checking for possible trouble but found none, so he headed home.

  Chapter Five

  Hawk arrived home a short time before the first of the returning citizens showed up in the village. He was weary and needed a few hours of sleep before dealing with the situation, so he instructed Jamal to help the newcomers settle in. Temporary housing would be needed and plans for new dwellings would be drawn into the village map. From the number of people he remembered seeing in the caravan, he knew repatriating the people was going to be a time consuming task. He headed toward his sleeping chamber and remembered the new mate of Quinlan was inside, but relaxed when he saw her sitting at the long dining table at the back of the Hall talking to two other women.

  He pulled the bedding from his mattress and tossed the well used sheeting into the Hallway by the door for one of the housekeepers to deal with. The scent of sex was still in the room, but he was too tired to worry about that at the moment. Once he laid down, he was asleep within minutes.

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  Flora watched as the wagons and people entered the village. It was always like this when people returned to their homes. Joyous greetings and stoic resentment were the emotions that filled the air every time this happened. The villagers who had stayed the course during the troubled times resented the robust physical condition of those returning, and increased riches brought back from their exile. The idea that they had not suffered at all, while those that stayed ended up with little more than they had to begin with, did not set well for many. Several newcomers were with this group of people. There were also several children who ran around adding to the confusion. She decided to take a walk and perhaps gather herbs or if the fish were biting, she might catch a few for tonight’s cooking fire. Fern would return by nightfall and probably hungry after her ordeal.

  She gathered her bag and added a line for her planned fishing chore, and several small pieces of cloth to wrap the herbs and medicinals in. The plants needed to be kept separate to avoid the mixing of their natures. The lure of the energy draw she would be able to take into her being also made her hasten her steps as she headed for the swiftly running river. She found the brown moss that made excellent compresses to staunch wounds and the bark from a willow that was brewed into a warm drink to help ease pain. There were several plants that had no formal names, yet were needed for the health and medical needs of the people and creatures Fern was teaching her to heal. The small dark purple berries were used to create a liquid potion for people with pains in the chest. There was a small plant with light colored green leaves that was as sweet as honey. Each of her finds were carefully folded into the materials, and stashed into her sack. She finally came to the water’s edge and watched the swirls in the water. The fallen logs that were partially submerged were what she looked for. Fish loved to hang out near those places where bugs and frogs gathered. She found exactly what she was looking for and set her snag lines.

  Once those were waiting for her diners to bite, she neatly folded her shift and laid it next to her bag of supplies on the shore. She had resisted the fantastic lure of the water’s energy since she neared the swift river. Her work was finished, it was time for her reward. She waded into the frigid water, feeling the icy fingers of each thread of the current that bounced from the solid flesh of her skin. She felt the energy reaching for her, it wanted her as much as she wanted the warm embrace that gathered to enfold her into its arms, wrapping her being into the most beautiful of feelings. She imagined this feeling was akin to the feel of a lover’s embrace, yet she could not imagine the feel of any one man’s arms making her flesh tingle and her body hum like this. The sharp zaps of energy tapping at her toes, readying her for the soon to come full body energy pillar that she would be, made her laugh. She stepped into the deepest water and sank beneath the surface as she laughed aloud.

  She came to the surface seconds later, still smiling, and raised her hands to the sky, fairly humming with energy and happiness. Flora had no idea of the entrancing sight she made as she reluctantly left the water. When she finally focused her sight and looked at the shore, she hesitated to continue her path, but knew there was no danger. Lord Hawk was sitting next to her pile of clothing and bag. She wanted to know, she needed to know, if he was the one. Would he gather her close and give her a place in his heart where no other woman would dwell? Would he prove worthy of her gifts, the gifts that she alone could share with a mate of her choosing? Fern often told her to give the young Lord Hawk a chance, not to judge him by his handsome face and the ranting’s of those women who sought his attention. “You can see with your eyes that he has not looked on any of them with particular favor. Yet his eyes linger on you as you walk into the room or exit from one. You will never know the man behind the pretty shell until you accept the attraction between the two of you. Something else that you need to think of, the Lord of Tremble Island shares his mate with his friend. The reasons are not known to all, but should something happen to one of them, their mate and any offspring are not left to fend for themselves at the mercy of those who would abuse them for their own gain. Do not be surprised if Lord Hawk has such an arrangement in mind.”

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  Hawk had woken and snuck out of the Hall, the noise level in the Hall was at a pitch that he could no longer rest. He decided to come to his favorite spot to sit and meditate. This was the place where he could think and plan without interruption. He was surprised to see Flora there before him, and as he watched her remove her shift, baring her womanly body, he resisted the urge to join her in her enjoyment of the icy dip in the cold water. When he watched her deliberately wade deeper into the swift current, he almost followed and pu
lled her from the water that she submerged herself under. The only thing that made him stay seated, was her laughter as she went under. She needed no help, she’d deliberately gone into the embrace of icy liquid, and she went gleefully. He decided to give her a few moments and if she didn’t emerge, he would fish her body out of the river. It reminded him of the day he pulled Fern from the lake. She had fought him as he pulled her from the lake. The woman’s eyes had taken on the silvery swirl that stayed with her even as she first recovered, and then grew old and bent before their eyes.

  The woman wading from the water towards him was entirely different. She was a goddess rising from the water, for him. She never stopped moving toward him, there was no hesitation as she climbed the mossy bank and stood before him. He stood and took her into his embrace. His lips traveled from the place below her ear and trailed along her jawline to her chin and up to her lips. His lips teased, plucking at her sealed mouth until she allowed the seal to open and his entrance to taste her sweetness. His tongue swept through her mouth and engaged her tongue in a curling caress. He continued to stroke the roof of her mouth and slid over the taste sensors on her tongue, and she gave into the need to taste him back. By the time they came up for air, both were breathing heavily. His hands had not been idle while they were occupied exploring the taste of one another. Her nipples were sensitive from the icy water, but beaded from the way he plucked at them with his fingers. His mouth continued moving down her chest until he sucked a nipple into his mouth, making her gasp for breath. His tongue teased the nipple as he added more suction to the flesh in his mouth. Moments later, he let that one go and gave its twin the same treatment. He pulled her down with him as he lowered himself to the thick mossy pallet.

  He laid her back and stayed on his knees beside her. There was no doubt in her mind that he wanted her. The intent stare and flaring nostrils as he pulled air into his lungs gave his interest away. His hands massaged her breasts, and he moved one knee between her slightly spread thighs. He reached down and spread them further to make room for himself. She felt her furred lips swell and begin to tingle as he stared at the entrance to the secrets of her body.

  “Tell me now do you agree to this, or are you afraid?” Her confused look made him hang his head for a moment. “I need to know, do I continue, or do I leave?” He allowed his hands to run from her breasts to her hips. “I have watched you, the way you move, the care that you have for your mentor, your smile and the sound of your laughter that makes my cock swell and long to slide between these beautiful thighs.” His thumbs separated the furred lips and stayed on each side of the sensitive bud that had begun to throb and swell. He switched his hold and two fingers of one hand became a V shape on each side of her clit and the thumb slid to her tight opening. “Did you know that women can enjoy a man or men in both of her hidden places?” He smiled when she made a whining noise. Then set the thumb of his other hand inside the bottom of the hole that his digit was already sliding gently through. The long finger that she felt slip between the cheeks of her ass made her jump when it zeroed in on the opening hidden there. The thumb on the bottom raked the fluids from her vaginal opening and she could feel the liquid trickling downward to the small puckered opening where his long finger dammed it from sliding further south. That finger teased the tiny spot until she felt it slip inside.

  His hands were full, but that didn’t stop him from bending at the waist and licking at the small erect bud of her clit. He pulled it between his teeth and bit down just hard enough to hear her squeal, he released it and sat up, breathing deeply in an effort to keep his desires in check. His fingers continued to play in her fleshy softness while his thumbs gently pulled the tight ring to her innocent gate, widening the ring, readying it for the entrance of his full cock to slide inside with minimal pain for her.

  Flora pulled at her nipples, rolling them between her fingers and thumb and she felt the tingles building in between her legs. His words wove a spell nearly as potent as the talented fingers were weaving on and in her body. He kept saying how soft and tight she was, but she felt anything but soft. “You taste like ambrosia, my precious one. So beautiful in your passion, and I need all that you will offer.” When he again bent and pulled the hooded nub of flesh into his mouth, she came undone. She could feel the way her tunnel grasped at his thumbs in a rhythm that she had never felt before. She pulled and pinched her nipples harder as she planted her feet flat on the ground on either side of his bent body and lifted herself to his mouth demanding satisfaction. She screamed in frustration until his thumbs pulled at the ring harder and that finally pushed her over the edge. She could not believe the colors that popped into her head as her womb spasmed in tune to the tightening and release that he had coaxed from her.

  She opened her eyes and all that she saw was his eyes staring into hers. His thick cock was kissing the entrance to all of her womanly secrets. As she felt him push deeper, there was resistance from inside of her tunnel, and she cried out from the pain that he caused by pushing through the skin blocking his path. She tried to escape his invasion by pulling her legs up to push herself away from his heavy body. This only allowed him to slide deeper as she cried out and pushed at his shoulders with her hands. His hips began pumping back and forth as she lay there making sobbing noises.

  “Look at me, Flora.” She refused to open her eyes. If she did not cooperate, this would continue to be a very painful experience for her and he did not want her first experience with him to be a memory of misery. He pulled at her nipples with enough pressure for her to pay attention to what he was doing, instead of wallowing in soon-to-be forgotten hurt. “I said, look at me. The pain is inevitable, and I tried to soften it by giving you pleasure before I came into your beautiful pussy. Your maiden’s veil was thick, but it is now gone, so if you will allow yourself to feel the way your tight depths are greedily clamping onto my prick, you will enjoy what I am doing to bring us both pleasure.” He gave the nipples one last squeeze, to make certain she was listening. Thankfully she gave a slight nod to acknowledge his words. “Good, now I want you to concentrate on your body, what does it want? Do your beautiful breasts want my mouth to suck your nipples, or does your little nubbin here,” he plucked at her clit, “want me to play with it until you feel the need to move with me?” He leaned down to her mouth and licked her lips as his fingers continued to play with that tiny muscle that seemed to control the throbbing in her center core. “I feel the sharp sting of tiny shocks myself, and the pleasure from those small shocks is close to making me fill your womb with my seed.”

  As his words sank into her brain, she felt the truth of what he said. The energy that she was used to, was trickling onto his prick lodged deep inside of her and it surprised her. The tiny threads of energy seemed to seek him out, transmitting from her into him. The pain from his entrance was almost gone, with only a small sting left behind as his prick glided over the slight wound. She realized he was not yet fully seated inside, but she moved her hips to check and make certain there would be no further pain. All she felt was fullness, and the need to move more, to have his thickness slide over the tingling nerves in her tunnel.

  She needed this, he must be her other half if her energy sought him out. Her hips continued to lift and lower as she took him deeper and deeper still into her body. The tightening in her belly began again and she pulled his shoulders with the nails on her fingers. “Give me your body and I will give you mine. I feel so full, yet I am greedy and want more of you.” She met his hips with hers and felt his entire prick deep inside. They kept moving and she grew tighter as her body gave up the fight, taking her soaring into the sky as her tunnel clamped on his thickness and sent more of those tiny spikes of energy into him. He shot his seed deep and continued to pump his hips to enjoy the clamping and release of muscles and the tingles of energy coming from deep inside of her. He had never felt such a sensation before and was reluctant to let it end.

  She was neither a tiny woman, nor daintily built, but she had beco
me his woman and he refused to smash her, so he wrapped his arms around her and rolled them over so she was lying on top of him. His hands moved down over her back and grabbed a cheek of her ass in each. The massaging way he rubbed her cheeks felt so good that she settled on him more comfortably. It was no wonder he called her furred lips a pussy, she certainly felt as contented as a cat with a full belly and a warm lap to lie on. She had so much to think about, like, what happens now?

  Chapter Six

  Flora finally rose from Hawk’s body and stood awkwardly for a moment. Would he belittle her for her inexperience? Or would he banish her to the furthest reaches of the Hall’s scope? She could not decide what to do while he lay there watching her. Their combined fluids trickled down her thighs reminding her that she was no longer a virgin. The pain that his invading cock caused was a distant memory, but a memory that would allow her to remember how every gift came with a price. She turned away and walked to the shore of the river, and stepped into the icy water to clean herself. Each step caused her sex to feel more sensations and it astonished her that she actually wanted to go back and force his sex into a second round of mutual pleasure. She waded into deeper water until the tops of her hips were underwater. She drew handfuls of crystal clear water over her chest and shuddered from the icy bite on her tender flesh.

  She felt him behind her and turned her head to see what he planned to do here in the swift current. It was too cold for the same activities they had enjoyed on the mossy bank. His arms enfolded her as he turned her into his embrace. His hands again sought out her ass cheeks and pulled them as wide apart as they would go, while the rushing water slapped through the split between her furry mons and the top of her butt. The cold water rushed against her sensitive nubbin and she gasped. His fingers slowly slid down further to open her wider so the water could rush in and wash away the fluids that were still trickling from her vaginal channel. She saw the deep crescents that her fingernails had scarred him with and felt a twinge of remorse. Scooping up handfuls of water and splashing it over the wounds washed away the crusting blood droplets and took away the redness surrounding the wounds. “I hurt you, I’m sorry for the pain, but the pleasure you gave me in return, that, my Lord Hawk, will be remembered always.” She kissed each red crescent and she spoke, ending with her lips against his male nipple. “Do you like this too?” she asked before taking the tiny nubbin into her warm mouth and nibbling on it with her small sharp teeth.