Helion

by Olivia March

  “I will deliver your punishment now. What I have in mind is simply this: I will warm your bottom with my hand. It will be painful, and no doubt humiliating, but will not cause you any real harm. However…”

  The relief she’d begun to feel when he’d told her her punishment died a swift death at that “however”. A spanking she could handle. It wouldn’t kill her and she’d be reunited with her daughter quickly. But the scary look in his eyes told her she wouldn’t be getting off that lightly now.

  “If you respond to this punishment with even one tiny hint of arousal, I’m going to release my shaft and fuck you mercilessly right where you stand. Do you comprehend me? If you’re as immune to me as you say, if one of my men aroused you instead of me, you should have no trouble. But if you get wet for me, I will touch you. And I will have you begging me to take you.”

  Shock thrummed through Gwen. She’d never considered pain to be arousing but his hand would be touching her backside. And while she’d never been into sexual pain, Helion drew her like a magnet. What if her body responded to him even through the pain of her punishment? She’d get no quarter from Helion. His savage green eyes told her she’d pushed him too far for mercy now. Her only hope of escaping a seduction was to make sure she didn’t get even one drop wet when he touched her. Running seemed like a better idea but he was blocking the only door. And she couldn’t outrun him anyway, even if she was willing to save herself and leave Evie behind, and she wasn’t.

  “Bend over the desk, female. Now.”

  His voice was hard and his eyes burned like a laser. Gwen took a deep breath and tried to calm her racing heart. She pushed her hips into the low desk and bent over at the waist, leaving her forearms and elbows flush with the cheap fake wood. She kept her eyes on the chipped surface in front of them but all her other senses were focused on the Keeper who came farther into the room to stand behind her. Gwen could smell the woodsy scent again and feel the heat radiating off his body standing so close.

  The first smack, when it came, was a shock. There was no warning. One moment Gwen was focusing on slowing her frantic breathing, the next a searing pain sliced across her ass, startling a sharp cry from her lips. Perhaps it wouldn’t be difficult to not get aroused. Helion definitely wasn’t trying to cheat by pulling his punches. There was no gentleness in Helion at the moment. Her tormentor was entirely silent, allowing her to focus on feeling the draft of air preceding the blow, the feel of his large, hot hand making contact with her defenseless ass, before that hand slid off to ready itself for the next spank. He smacked her ass four more times in quick succession, each one leaving a burning pain in its wake and a curious spurt of heat flowing from the point of contact all the way through her nerve endings.

  Before long she finally became a little numb to the worst of the burning sensation. Unfortunately, that numbness allowed her to think past the pain a little, to dwell on how large Helion’s hands were, how erotic it was to be bent over in front of this model of male beauty while he punished her. God he was so hot it really should be illegal. And she’d seen nearly all of him just a few days ago…

  After a minute Gwen realized Helion wasn’t spanking her anymore. For a moment she wondered if that was all. She’d been worried for days about his punishment, when all it had been was a bearable spanking. But then she shifted and felt it. The wet trickle between her thighs was unmistakable. She’d gotten wet just thinking about him, with no sexual touching whatsoever. Her body was primed for him. Oh god, she thought, trying frantically to push away from the desk.

  Helion grabbed the back of her neck with one large hand and forced her head back down to the desktop. She felt his other hand shoving her leggings down her ass and past her thighs and after another moment she felt a hard, hot presence between her legs. Helion had released his cock and was rubbing it between her legs so she could feel just how huge he was, how ready he was to take her. Gwen wanted to beg him to stop but she also knew he wouldn’t and she couldn’t deny she did want him. He felt so huge against her, though. She couldn’t stop a whimper from escaping her throat as she felt him fit his cock against her small opening. He didn’t press forward, but let her feel the heavy promise in his slight touch.

  “Do you accept me, Gwen? I can feel how wet you are. I can feel how much you want my cock inside you. But I want more than your body telling me. I want you.”

  Gwen shivered then, the cold air on her pussy competing with the heat of Helion poised to thrust inside her. Every nerve ending in her body felt overstimulated, quivering in anticipation of Helion possessing her body. She had to have him, if only just one time. Being smart could wait until morning, couldn’t it?

  “Yes, Helion, I want you!” she gasped out. He wanted her to beg, she remembered that clearly. But the most she could say was simply, “Please.”

  He forced the broad head of his cock inside slowly but inexorably. She got no time to adjust to the invasion. Once he’d forged the head inside he stopped just long enough to wrap his free hand around her hip to palm her sex before using his long middle finger to rub her clit. Then he powered into her in one long, ruthless thrust, on and on until he bottomed out inside her. Gwen cried out again at his ruthless length forcing her walls to accept him until he butted against her cervix. He held his cock there for a moment, letting her feel his mastery over her body, before pulling her closer, grinding his hips into her sore ass.

  She cried out at the feeling, so overwhelming to all her senses, but he didn’t stop. He showed her no mercy. He stroked the nub between her legs ruthlessly while his hips continued his relentless grind until she was delirious from the combination of pleasure and pain. Soon her wetness was leaking down the inside of her thighs and she came, hard, her scream loud and long. Her entire body convulsed, clenching around his cock stilled inside her, to ride out the orgasm. Gwen was completely transported, as if her body no longer belonged to her and was just a conduit of pure pleasure. She couldn’t breathe for a long moment as every nerve ending in her body lit up in ecstasy, a seeming eternity passing before she collapsed back down to the desk, depleted.

  Apparently that was all Helion had been waiting for. He removed his hand from her neck while she lay boneless in a heap, still impaled. He grabbed both her hips in his hands and pulled out, leaving only the head inside her before plunging, balls-deep, again and again and again. Each thrust rocked her body and only his iron grip kept her from crashing into the desk over and over. Another orgasm was building inside her and she weakly grabbed the edges of the desk, hanging on for dear life. She cried and moaned and screamed with each hammering thrust into her body but Helion never said a word.

  Gwen didn’t know how long this continued. Her world had narrowed to the throbbing nub between her legs that was pulsing over and over again, another orgasm starting before the last had even finished. But as she was futilely trying not to release a fourth time, she felt Helion’s tempo change. His thrusts became shorter and even more forceful. His hips ground against her ass with every forceful plunge until her body helplessly splintered that fourth time—only this time he came with her. Gwen felt him erupt inside her, his shaft lodged against her cervix as his essence shot deep inside, surge after surge of hot heat her body greedily soaked in until he rested quietly against her.

  As Gwen lay panting against the desk, she took stock of her body. Sore ass, weak knees and a burning inside her channel she knew wouldn’t be fading anytime soon. She felt bruised and exhausted and absolutely sotted with the pleasure still running up and through her veins. She’d never had orgasms like that in her entire life, ones that literally left her wrung-out in a heap, unable to move.

  Helion was softening inside her but made no move to slip free of the clutch of her body. Gwen didn’t want to think about what had just happened, was in fact desperate to get away from him so she could just process everything that had occurred—the best sex of her life. But that wasn’t to be.

  Helion leaned over her again, draping himself across her back. She c
ould feel the press of his cold armor against her. He’d fucked her with all his battledress on. The contrast of the chill of that armor to the heat of his cock burning her from within was mesmerizing. Then he touched his lips to her ear, causing a shiver of sensation that cascaded down to her still-pulsing sex.

  “Two battalions of Scourge are headed in this direction, my lady Gwen. Had I not come for you, both you and your daughter would be dead.”

  His words were almost gentle but they chilled Gwen to the bone. She’d done it again, put her daughter right in the path of danger, and again Helion had come to the rescue. No wonder he had been so enraged. Gwen banged her head against the desk, hard. How ridiculous and incompetent she must seem to this Keeper. He offered protection and she’d run from him, away from the safest place in the city, just because she’d feared not just his lust, but her own.

  “You will give me your vow now that you will not repeat this foolishness. My word is good—you and your daughter will be protected until I can ensure your safety and comfort.” The words were soft but the inflection was hard, as were the hands that tightened painfully where they still gripped her hips. He seemed ready to squeeze the words out of her so she rushed to assure him.

  “I swear, I won’t try to escape again,” she gasped, out of breath from her marathon of orgasms. Her sex was still spasming from the last one. She would no doubt have melted into a puddle on the floor without Helion’s support. Gwen wished he would withdraw his cock though. It was too intimate being joined with him like this once their passion had been spent. Steven had always rolled right off her and fallen asleep but Helion wanted to have a conversation.

  “Can you please let me up now?”

  “Just one more thing, my lady,” came his languid reply, followed by him pushing his hips flush against her ass again, surprising a grunt from her. “You said I was without honor, that I would take you without consent. You said my men aroused you, not I. I’ll have an apology for the first and you will admit to lying about the second.” He pushed his hips hard against her again and this time she could feel his cock again hardening inside her. She couldn’t go through that again, not so soon.

  “I’m sorry!” she cried out, clenching her legs together in a futile attempt to push him free of her body. But he simply kicked her legs open and shoved himself deep again, deep enough she could feel his balls against her ass. It was a clear threat.

  “And?”

  God, he really was going to force her to admit it was him and only him who cranked her arousal. She didn’t want to make herself that vulnerable, to admit to him this bizarre attraction she felt was solely focused on him, someone so far out of her reach he was literally the moon and stars. Laying herself bare like that…she didn’t want him to know she was starting to have feelings for him. So she stayed silent.

  Chapter Twelve

  Helion realized Gwen wasn’t going to admit her lie when she turned her ear away from his lips and gripped the desk again with her tiny little hands. He’d told her he could smell her lies, so she’d opted not to speak at all. Smart, but annoying. When she’d spoken of the other Keepers, he’d smelled her lie then but he wanted her to admit it, to be honest with him.

  After he’d been informed of her desertion, he’d been so enraged by her foolishness he hadn’t been able to control the obsessive lust he’d felt from the moment he’d met her. He wanted to hear her admit she felt the same way, that only he made her feel this way. Helion wanted to taste truth coming from her lips now, instead of lies and evasions. When she had apologized, that had tasted true. Gwen was sorry she’d put her daughter in harm’s way. And when she’d vowed not to attempt another escape, that too had been true. But now she balked at admitting only he made her body sing. It made no sense. Unless she had something to hide.

  Before he could ponder it further, Mithrain lightstepped back into the room. Helion almost grinned at the look of shock on his brother warrior’s face before he schooled it to impassivity. He gestured for Mithrain to give his report, even as Gwen stiffened with embarrassment. She tried to separate their bodies but he put a quick halt to that, pushing her shoulders back down with his forearm while his hips forced hers to still against the desk.

  “Report, Mithrain,” he said, enjoying the feel of his lady’s embarrassed squirming on his cock. He gave a lazy thrust of appreciation. Really, his Gwen was so uptight. Not that he normally invited anyone to watch his love play with a woman. Indeed, if his body wasn’t covering all exposed areas of Gwen’s body he would have been enraged at the interruption. But he wasn’t displeased Mithrain knew he’d claimed the woman.

  “My lord, everything is in readiness for the battle. The Scourge are about a thirty-minute march from the camp.” Mithrain kept his eyes straight ahead, his discretion appreciated by Helion. This behavior was highly irregular for him but since he couldn’t explain it, he didn’t want to discuss it. Not even with one of his good friends.

  “And Commander Melithan? He has arrived with reinforcements?”

  “Yes, Commander, we are seven hundred strong now, more than enough to deal with those Scourge scum.”

  Mithrain’s eagerness to do battle reflected in those words. Every Keeper on this campaign had a reason to kill Scourge, and Mithrain was no different. His bow was ready to draw blood.

  “Very good. I will return to camp shortly. Tell Verdun to bring the child to my tent and select ten of our finest to guard it during the battle. The lady’s safety and that of her child are his personal responsibility.”

  “Yes, Commander, I will see it done.” Fist over his heart, Mithrain bowed his way out of the room and quickly lightstepped back to camp, leaving Helion to deal with his recalcitrant female.

  Helion could only see the back of her head but he knew her feelings, could sense them. Shame and embarrassment were at the top of the list. Then anger, no doubt because he held her, still impaled on his cock, while he spoke with Mithrain. She’d have to deal with that, however. She deserved a little embarrassment for risking her life and that of her daughter. His little human tried once again to push away from the desk and he halted her again, which resulted in an avalanche of frustration.

  “Let me up! You’ve had your fun. I want to see my daughter,” she snapped, struggling harder now.

  And still Helion just stared at her but made no move to let her rise. Even with the enemy knocking on the door he still wanted her admission. As much as he was enjoying the feeling of her struggles stroking his cock, he couldn’t risk their lives by remaining there much longer. If she wouldn’t admit her lie willingly… He sighed, blowing a gust of air across her sweaty hair. But then he lifted his chest from her back, bringing instant relief from the hard press of his armor.

  He began to withdraw slowly from her body. Why rush after all? A hot shower and a few days of recovery were in order for the battering she’d just taken but unfortunately her stubbornness was going to delay that. Before long just the head of his cock remained lodged in her snug warmth, and his woman pushed up on her elbows, thinking the conversation was done and they’d be traveling back to camp now. How little she knew him.

  Finally, he eased himself free of Gwen’s hot channel, allowing an embarrassing gush of fluid to flow out. He observed that in satisfaction for a moment, feeling savagely possessive he’d finally marked her as his. But when he stepped back, Gwen hurriedly straightened and was about to grab her leggings to pull them back up when Helion clenched his hand in her hair, stopping her in her tracks. He tightened his grip to force her head back, then locked eyes with her.

  “One last chance, little mother. Admit your lie. Your heat has belonged to me and me only since we met, not to any of my men. Tell the truth now.”

  Gwen glared at him then and shoved his chest with her hands. He didn’t move an inch, which he could see made her angrier.

  “Are you serious right now? Mithrain said the Scourge would be here within thirty minutes and you still insist on getting into this right now? You’re insane! I’m
leaving. I need to be with Evie before the Scourge come.”

  Gwen shoved him again, harder this time, relief flaring in her eyes when his hand slipped out of her hair. The feeling didn’t last long, however. She was gaping instead as, with a couple of lightning-fast movements, Helion stepped on her leggings and underwear, then lifted her straight out of them before turning slightly and pushing her up against the wall. Another moment saw her legs thrust open and her body lifted by his hands on her ass until her feet dangled far off the floor.

  “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, my lady.”

  That was all he said and before she could protest, his head bent down and captured her lips even as his hips thrust forward, penetrating her aching sex with the full length of his cock. His mouth caught her scream and each one that came after. Helion pounded her with savage urgency, each thrust hitting deep inside, throwing them both into an agony of pain and pleasure. His continued to stab his tongue deeply into her mouth as well, crudely mimicking his relentless forays into her body. God she tasted sweet. He could spend hours just taking her mouth like this, if only he had the time.

  This was the first time he’d kissed Gwen but he vowed it wouldn’t be the last. Her body had been made for him and his for her, he could see that now. Her body was slippery with her own need and both of their earlier releases, allowing him to plunge deeper and deeper, his hips holding her thighs wide even as his hands forced her body onto his cock. The friction was so good they were burning alive together and still Helion wanted more. He took every cry from Gwen into his own mouth and relished every hard pull of her hands in his hair, the only part of him she could reach.

  Helion wanted this to last forever but he knew it couldn’t. He accelerated his motions, the tension he felt building in Gwen signaling her coming release. His hands held her hard against him, possibly leaving bruises, but Helion was beyond caring at the moment. They both strained toward that blissful climax, covered in sweat, tongues tangled together, hands gripping. And finally it broke over them both, Helion once again coming inside Gwen, flooding her channel and marking her yet further as his. Both were helpless for a time, twitching and moaning through the tremors and quakes.