Hawk's Nest (Tremble Island)

by Lewis, Lynn Ray

  “Do you consent to this mating? I will let you leave, unmolested, if this is not your wish. Hawk and I are destined to share our mate, by both order of our Lord Tremble and the charter that Hawk holds this Hall under. We have both found you to be attractive and of the character that we will need and come to love and cherish. Can it be enough for now? This attraction that we have for each other is powerful, you must have felt it yourself. If you consent and agree that you believe we will be able to make this mating work, take your shift off and present your bared body to me. You will not be sorry, I promise you.”

  Flora was at first irritated at the heavy-handed way he dragged her up the stairs, and his demands for her to make up her mind right this minute was not helping his cause. She opened her mouth to lecture him on the usage of his language, when she saw the heat in his eyes. She understood his haste when she looked toward his lap, and had to smile. So her second mate was in need of her, and it appeared from the bright eyes, tightened mouth, and flared nostrils, that he was barely holding himself in check. She wondered how he had managed the offer to allow her to leave in the state he was in. He was correct, she was attracted. She wanted him, had wanted him almost from her first sight of his magnificent body towering over the crowd of people that had gathered in the Hall so many weeks before. He arrived after the Lords Tremble had left. He had flown into the village common ground and stood from his transformation from giant bird into a huge well formed man. Now he was hers for the taking. Would she be enough for the two men? Once they were mated proper, they would cleave to each other and no one outside of their mating would be welcomed from this day forward. There was no choice for her, she was going to grab this chance at love that she was being offered. She smiled and reached for the hem of her shift. Would he be tender, or would he be a dominant mate, demanding complete control in the bed play? She shivered as she stood tall and proud in front of his hungry gaze. Her nipples beaded, ready for his passions. “If it pleases you and Lord Hawk, I would be honored to be your mate. I give my consent to this union and wish us all happiness for the future. I have watched you both for months. You have heart and a kind soul. I see bright colors surrounding you all of the time. It makes me wish to touch you and bask in the warmth of that light.” She ducked her head, afraid that she’d been too forward or given her feelings away too soon.

  His breath left his lungs in a rush while his hands reached for her womanly hips. His lips traversed across her belly, causing her to flinch and giggle for a second, until his hands pulled her thighs apart and penetrated her opening with one long finger. His fingers were immediately drenched in her juices. He rested his forehead on the soft skin of her belly. She was excited. From the way her muscles clamped down on his finger, he knew that she needed a man’s prick as much as the man needed to sink inside of her channel. He added another finger and she shivered and moaned. His thumb coaxed the tiny muscle from its fleshy hood and leaned in to give it a lick. He sucked it into his mouth while she held his head to her with two fistfuls of his shaggy black hair. He set his tongue to stabbing at the shy muscle that helped to control her pleasure, wiggling it back and forth, enjoying the sounds she made each time his tongue encountered the fleshy nubbin. Her thighs quivered in an effort to stay upright, so he increased his efforts to bring her to pleasure. Her grip on his hair began to sting as he felt the walls his fingers played inside of set a clamping rhythm over them, the tight hold she held the digits made his cock throb. Hearing her pleasure being voiced, and feeling it around his hand, drove him to push her further into the orgasm. The feel of her clit in his lips throbbing at the same time her tunnel clamped on his fingers thrilled him. He wanted her beneath him, there would be no better time than now to introduce her to his prick. He hooked his fingers that were still buried inside of her and pulled her off balance onto him.

  He flipped her onto the bed and stood to remove his clothing. She seemed to admire his wide chest when it was bared to her, so he did not hesitate to drop the pants around his ankles and step out of them, all the while watching her eyes for a clue as to how she found his body. Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open as she took in the entire man. His cock was overly large compared to others, but he had no doubt it would fit and situated himself over her, with his hard prick at her entrance. As he moved his hips forward, he demanded she look at him. “You will look into my eyes as I come into you, dear one. I want our first time to be one you remember. One memory that you will have of this first time between us is special. Open your thighs, dearest heart. I can wait no longer to feel you surrounding my cock.”

  Flora was still feeling the tightening of her vaginal walls as he slowly slid inside. She gasped as his prick stretched the muscles and seemed to widen her tunnel with every inch. His lips latched onto her breast and she had to draw in a deep breath to have enough air in her lungs to groan. He backed out a bit, then pushed inward even further than before several times, and all she could do was feel the burning stretch of his invasion. She stared at him and suddenly screamed his name as the burning blended with pain, as he pushed deeper and deeper still. His body stilled for a moment, and he hung his head over her breasts as he pulled great gusts of air into his own lungs. She could tell he must be attempting to control his natural inclinations to shove his thick cock deep inside her, but he wanted to maintain some control. Her heart opened for him in that instant, he was bossy and arrogant, like Hawk, but he was trying not to hurt her and she allowed herself to relax. How he would ever believe that she would not remember his lovemaking was simply silly. Hawk’s prick was sizable, Con’s prick was much more. She began to rub her fingers over his shoulders and felt herself relax, there was nothing to fear, as she allowed her muscles to let go, he sank as deep as it was possible for him to penetrate her depths. She was stuffed full, not certain how he thought he could move now, since her muscles began contracting as soon as he hit bottom inside, and began to rock his hips between her thighs. She wanted to move her hips and tried, but he was too heavy for her to move. She wanted that feeling again, the rainbow of colors dancing behind her eyelids, that feeling of soaring over the clouds.

  “Move, I cannot move because you are too heavy, I need you to move inside of me.” He made a noise that sounded like a chuckle, but right now he could moo like a cow, her body cared not. She planted both feet on the mattress and lifted her hips to take what she needed, since he was too lazy to properly fuck her as her body demanded. Her fingers dug into the flesh in the small wash of his spine, while she worked herself up onto his prick and shallowly moved her body around his thickness. She was practically spitting in frustration when he took over the movement.

  Con was happy, she wanted him, she wanted his prick deep inside and from the feel of her vaginal tunnel gripping his cock in a fluttering rhythm, she was about to enjoy another orgasm with him buried deep. He doubled his efforts, pulling out and shoving himself back inside her wet depths until the fluttering became serious, clamping and releasing while she screamed her pleasure to the ceiling. He let loose his seed at the entrance to her womb, twitching and twisting his hips, as his balls gave all he had to give. He grunted when her nails scraped down his back as she strained to satisfy those last few involuntary stabs of sensation. Her pleasure and tightness gave his cock small shocks to his over sensitized prick, the tiny zaps tickled and were almost painful. That was a new feeling for him, but she was tighter than any before her, so he forgot everything except the woman in his arms. He pulled her over him with a roll of his body and she slept. His softening prick still lodged inside of her body, with her head resting on his chest.

  He knew that she was the mate they needed. She would be a demanding lover, as she demonstrated with him moments ago. The thought of her taking matters into her own hands made him smile. She was passionate and would lead them on a merry lifetime of trials. His back itched where she had dug her little fingers into him while demanding that he move. Yes, she was ideal for him.

  *****

  Hawk finally g
ot everyone situated and climbed the stairs. He hoped his confidence in Flora and Con being compatible had not been misplaced. He had already resolved to take her as his mate with or without Con’s agreement. Lord Tremble would just have to make other arrangements for the smooth transition of a new leader sworn to take care of his family should death take him before his time. He wanted her, he suspected she had bespelled him, but could find no resentment if she had. He had watched her since coming to this Hall. Now she was his and he was keeping her. When he entered the room and saw the two on the bed, Flora lying on top of his best friend, his heart relaxed. This mating would be successful. He stripped from his clothing, dragged the large fur covering up and over all of them, and fell into a peaceful slumber.

  Chapter Nine

  “I am the Great Wizard Zurcho, I do not need more creatures cluttering my life. What need do I have to hear screaming brats running through the passages and breaking my things? Why should I tie myself to a woman’s nagging, incessant demands and hair-brained ideas? You are my friend and my lover, but you should keep the ideas such as that to yourself.” His assistant’s suggestions for him to find a mate of the female variety and reproduce a child or two was tempting at times. Lark was becoming a regular pest on the subject.

  He had grown bored with little to do in the big drafty keep that Zurcho had inherited from his long dead relatives. They could only fuck so many times a day, and he kept the housemaids busy cleaning the big empty rooms, but he wanted a baby to fuss over and play with. The gardener and his wife had brought their child to Zurcho to have his Aura checked to ensure the child would live a long healthy childhood before adult responsibilities were added to his life. The toddler had escaped his parent’s watchful eyes and found Lark playing music on a flute. The music was probably what lured the child to him, but the child fascinated him. With his big eyes and baby smell still intact, Lark fell in love with the idea of having a child to love and coddle. A little boy or even a girl would do to start with. His efforts to take care of Zurcho were not always appreciated, but a child would thrive under his loving nature. That small baby had triggered his campaign to become a father figure to a little person.

  Zurcho was a Wizard true, but lately his magic had become unmanageable. Like the day he wanted to rearrange the skeleton fencing where it had begun to fall. Rather than physically moving the bones, he animated them, but they ignored the ending of his incantation and en-masse began marching in columns toward the neighboring Hall of Care. Speaking of which, the Wizards of Crone’s house had never gotten the better of a skirmish with the resident Lords of the Hall, and now, due to a clusterfucked magical glitch in the universe, they must believe that Zurcho was declaring war on the Hall and its people.

  Lark began luring females to the small keep in the hopes that one of them would catch his master’s eyes, and stir his cock, so far, his plan had failed miserably. Last night, as they lay together and Zurcho had fallen asleep, he began muttering the names of plants. Why Lark had no idea, but the wizard’s wand had raised as did his voice while chanting the name of forest vegetation. It was puzzling, and he asked him this morning what the dream was about. Lark rubbed his backside in memory of the slaps on his ass that Zurcho had gifted him with before allowing him to soothe the man’s temper with his mouth on the magical wand between his thighs.

  It was so unfair that he had no interest in mating with a female. Zurcho often took women to their bed. In those early days the only way Lark would achieve an orgasm during their threesomes were when a woman sucked the fluid from his cock. And one time, Zurcho laid on his back with the wide hipped woman riding his prick, Zurcho ordered him to fuck the woman’s asshole. He’d had to stare at Zurcho’s face in order to stick his cock into her tight hole while it was still hard enough to be effective. Nature had taken over from that first penetration, as long as he kept his eyes closed imagining his lover’s face, and the feel of her asshole squeezing his cock, he concentrated on the feelings of Zurcho’s prick rubbing his through the thin skin between their cocks, and he became more enthusiastic. This was a new form of making love with his Master and the next time he needed no prodding, or pretending to fuck the bedmate’s ass. One day he might attempt to be the man on the bottom, but the very idea of a sloppy woman’s sex made his cock fall. He had often wondered why he was not born a woman. He loved to do woman’s chores, and he loved feeling protected and cared for by his lover. He wondered what it would be like to have big breasts and maybe have a big belly, filled with a baby. The knowledge that a woman made her own lubricant was not so bad, until he thought about the rest of the things that a vagina did, just the thought of having to suffer through bleeding every month made him physically ill. Each time he watched Zurcho pleasure a woman with his mouth, the only thought he had was, how can you do that? That thing bleeds. He usually left the room rather than stay to watch or participate.

  Again Zurcho was holed up in his herbal. Something about his energy was off. After the fiasco of the skeleton fencing, he had tested himself time and again. At one time his Master had been the most feared of men. His evil nature had taken a dramatic turn when his magic began to fail. Each result, almost every time, the first half of his spells worked as they should, the last portion of the spells was another matter entirely. Simple incantations went awry, spells that he’d learned as a child refused to complete as they should. He wondered if his magic was leaving him, he would be nothing without his skills as a Wizard, and that worried him greatly.

  The only thing he could do would be to consult a Witch, and not just any Witch, he needed an Echo Witch, and that would be his very last choice. Witches were sneaky, they would do unspeakable things to an unwary male. Hadn’t he learned the truth about such creatures from his grandfather, and his father, to know how untrustworthy they actually were? His grandfather’s family had been at war with Gorgile Hall, and there was a great deal of bitter hatred between the Lord at the time and the Crone’s house Wizard. The battle was almost won, and his great grandfather happened to spy an Echo Witch. He became reckless, believing that if she would see him, she would also know it was time to lay down arms. During the battle, he spied her wading into the small lake close by and went after her. She went under the water and came back up with her arms spread wide as if gathering the elements to her. Lightning bolts and hail that felt like rocks, rained down upon the soldiers. They retaliated and grandfather had fought back. His grandfather was mortally wounded, and the Witch sank into the lake, never to be seen again. His legacy was of suspicion and fear of gifted women, especially Witch women. Now he had to tighten his ball sac and consult with one of their ilk and it galled him to admit it.

  The Lord Wendal of Pulson Hall, was attempting to force him into a battle that he had no intentions of joining. The man had brought Willa to him, telling him that she had lost all womanly feelings, and needed to lure a powerful man into mating with her. After Zurcho had painted the female with the aphrodisiac, Wendal had held a knife to Lark’s throat to make him bespell the woman to want only Lord Hawk of Hawk’s Nest.

  His solution was to call Lark and give him the task to go to Hawk’s Nest and bring back the most powerful Echo Witch he could find. “If you are caught, make certain that the Lord of the Hall knows you mean no harm, and that the skeleton Army was but a prank. If need be, tell the Lord what Wendal has planned, and that we will not participate in the coming battle.

  “Assure the man that we have no unfriendly intentions, and that his Witch will be returned in good health, I only wish to consult with her.” He gave his man a pat on the shoulder, then pulled him into a tight embrace. “You will be cautious, if you feel threatened, come back immediately. You are my most treasured possession you know, take care of yourself. We know how important your journey is, yet I will not hesitate to come for you if need be. No one must know of my magic having issues.” The men exchanged a long look meant only for each other, before Zurcho turned and walked into the cavernous entrance of the keep.

  Lark w
atched the man he had come to love standing so alone, that his inclination was to rush back to him. He could not do that to such a proud man. To Lark, Zurcho was a man first, then his lover. The Wizard was a distant third in importance to him, but without his magic, the man was lost to all. It was how he defined himself. What good was a Wizard with not even the most basic ability to perform the tasks that a man of magic such as himself did. It was imperative that Lark succeed in his quest and he vowed not to fail.

  *****

  Flora woke feeling stiff, but toasty warm. She didn’t want to move from the hard mattress of Con’s body, especially since she could feel his cock slowly growing thicker and longer inside her tunnel. All thoughts of wishing for a bath to cleanse off last night’s lovemaking disappeared when she felt his hand pull a handful of her hair back, lifting her head enough for him to see her face. His intense stare gave her a thrill up and down her spine. The tender lover from last night was gone and in his place was a demanding man who would take what he wanted, his mouth was set in a thin line as if he was gritting his teeth, and his hand let go of her hair to grab her ass, pushing her down on his prick hard. His hands pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and she felt another presence behind her. Something slick was being rubbed into her back hole by a single finger.

  Con’s fingers kept her cheeks pulled wide for easy access for Hawk to work her tight ring into accepting his fingers first, and when he stretched the tight muscle, he would introduce her asshole to his prick. He wanted her introduction to their double penetration to be as pleasurable as possible for her.

  Once Hawk had pushed his long finger into her puckered hole, Con moved his hands to her breasts, pulling her down for his mouth to enjoy the chubby nipples that were begging for attention. Each time she tensed the least bit, his teeth would work a nipple to distract her from what Hawk was doing. Then he slid one hand between them and his finger found her clit. He pushed the little muscle and wiggled it back and forth, and felt the flutters from her vaginal channel begin to tighten and release on his cock. He would never tire of the feeling of her body gripping his prick deep inside as if she wanted to suck him as deep as possible and pull the cum from his balls to add to her pleasure.