by Bonnie Bliss
“You need to calm down. That’s you.”
Sorscha turned towards Cassandra with wide eyes. She wiped away the tear that had slipped through her defenses.
“What do you mean, that was me?”
“You’re an Earth elemental. Your emotions, while untrained, will cause natural disasters.”
Sorscha groaned and collapsed on the bed. She let her face fall against her palms.
“What else could possibly be fucked up?” she mumbled.
“Well, I don’t want to be the one to bear you bad news. I tend to be the one that cleans up the fallout and is the fun one. But you wouldn’t be here if the baddies weren’t looking for you. From what I overhear the hot brothers talking about, there is a dark Queen and a witch. Think Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty and then multiply it.”
“Fuck,” Sorscha whispered.
She felt Cassandra’s cold hands make comforting circles.
“Well, look on the bright side. You get to seduce a super-hot, huge grizzly. I mean, Sorscha, did you see his cock? Damn, girl. Do you know how to use that?”
Sorscha laughed through the tears and looked up. She tidied her face before standing up.
“I’ve never had sex—well—I’ve done touching, guys have gone down on me, and done the whole finger thing, but never sex. I’m sort of an amateur,” she confessed.
“Oh, honey, I have so much to teach you then.” Cassandra slipped her arm through Sorscha’s. “First, we need to get you fed. I’m sure the boys are already eating. We have these great fruits and drinks that will perk you right up. They might make you horny, too. Fae food tends to do that to the best of us.” She giggled and guided Sorscha out the doors.
They chatted about the elves, and how Sorscha would kill for an espresso right about now, before coming into a great hall. The walls were all crystal clear and they overlooked a huge frozen lake. Images of ice skating and laughing filled her mind.
“Am I ever not going to be struck dumb by this place?” Sorscha asked.
“Not likely. Even I get dumbstruck over things. The dragon sort of still makes me a bit crazy. Haven’t seen him in a while, though.” Cassandra guided her to a huge table with crazy colored fruits, steaming meats and huge pitchers of a liquid that smelled like the sweetest juice.
Cassandra handed her a plate, and she filled up on anything she could fit, mostly the fruits. They looked like plump jewels decorating her plate. One was purple and oval with tiny spikes that poked out of it. Another looked almost like a strawberry—only it was blue. Not quite a blueberry, but the seeds decorating the outside of the berry were bright red. They looked like tiny rubies set in sapphires. The beef looked and smelled delectable. Turning to head over to find a seat at the very long crystal table, she nearly slammed into a golden chest.
Sorscha tried to swallow, but the tiny pulse between her legs halted her movements. These guys were dangerous. They were like porn poison all wrapped up in this lean glittery package that promised nights of raw passion.
“Um, excuse me, please,” she stammered.
The man smirked down at her. He brought up a mug to his lips and took a long drink. She gulped with him as she watched his throat work the liquid down. His Adam’s apple bobbed.
Sweet fuck, that was hot.
Shaking her head, she struggled to get her mind straight.
Where’s William?
Before she could move around the beautiful man, she took a step back right into a solid wall. Closing her eyes, she fisted her plate and fought for control.
“We got you a drink, Mistress.” The word Mistress slithered out of the mouth of the one behind her.
The two elves closed in, and on a squeal of doubt she heard the growl echo through the room. The elves were gone. Her gaze darted around. Cassandra looked amused, Eridus shook his head with a look which said he was not amused, and William looked ready to shift and tear hot elf flesh apart.
He was panting so hard she expected steam to come from his mouth and nose. Quickly she stepped away from the elves, but one spoke up.
“Aw, please sit with us, Mistress. Look, we even saved you a seat between us.” He took a bite from his fruit. The juices slipped down his chin and dotted his impressive pectorals.
This isn’t even fucking fair.
Her eyes lingered and then turned toward William. He pinned her with his hard gaze. His eyes took in every inch of her. The gaze lingered on her mound, causing it to spark to life even more. Wet heat seeped through. Then her breasts were pinned by his dark eyes. Her nipples poked through the very thin layer of snow Cassandra had woven for her. William cursed and then stormed towards the long table against the wall that held the banquet.
Was it so horrible that she wanted him to swoop her up, kiss her, take her breath away like some Harlequin romance to show the whole room she was his?
Yeah, it was bad. It was bad and extremely pathetic.
She took a seat between the two nearly glowing elves. They joked and chatted. One of them—she wasn’t sure who was who and she didn’t ask—poured her some of that sweet juice. All she knew was they both had names that began with E and they were too close and kind of ridiculous. It couldn’t be juice, though. The more she drank the more aroused and giddy she got. Her tongue got loose and she started spouting off Doctor Who facts, and how the way to her heart was through a TARDIS.
God, someone stop me, please.
She kept hearing growls and snarls from William. He was across from her, next to Cassandra. She looked up once and caught Cassandra leaning in. Eridus sat at the head of the table. His foot rested on the large chair, bringing his knee up high. He rested his forearm over it, his mug hanging lazily from his fingers. He watched his wife with a languid smirk.
Letting out a dramatic sigh, she leaned forward. Her lips kissed the rim of her mug and she felt a trail of liquid slip down her chin and trickle over her impressive cleavage. With a giggle she looked down and tried to dab at it.
One of the elves let out a hearty rumble. “Here, let me get that for you.”
Before she could protest, his fingers slipped through the liquid, across the creamy mounds of her breasts. A shock of lust melted into her core and she whimpered. Her gaze met the guilty elf, who didn’t look guilty at all, and he sucked the juice off her fingertip.
“So sweet,” he purred.
The roar shattered the moment of silent arousal. Sorscha screamed and stumbled back from the table. The chair clattered to the floor. All the while Cassandra smirked into her mug, Eridus sat calm as could be, and William stalked towards her, eating up the space in what seemed like milliseconds. His hard, hot body collided with hers, her palms slammed into his chest, and she pushed at him.
“I warned you, elf!” he roared.
She squealed and froze.
“Ah, come on, bear. We were just having a bit of fun.”
“Oh yes, fun. Is that what you call pissing off a bear by fucking around with his mate?” A new female voice sounded from the doorway.
Sorscha turned, and her stomach bottomed out. A woman, just as beautiful as the male elves, leaned against the doorway.
Her posture appeared lazy, but her gaze had a piercing alertness when it locked on hers.
“Great, there are girl versions of you! We normal chicks haven’t a chance in hell.” Sorscha moaned.
Cassandra snorted.
The new woman’s lips twitched but a smirk never formed.
“We were just having fun, sis. Besides, the bear ain’t claiming, and I’m damned lonely.” One of the naughty elves pouted.
William threw his head back and the roar splintered the glass in the room. Sorscha felt his muscles start to snap and pull. Pressing a hand to his chest, she looked up at him, pleading with her eyes. It was too late; William grabbed the talkative brother by his long, golden hair and yanked so hard he sent him sprawling across the icy floor into the wall.
“Touch her again and I’ll flay your skin from you and wear it around my cock with p
ride.”
“No, stop, please. Just take me out of here. You don’t need to go grizzly,” she begged.
His hard gaze softened as he looked down at her. The room went silent as everyone seemed to hold their breath.
“So is that a no on the claiming the earth goddess?” one of the elves cheeked.
William turned on him in a snarl, one arm tightened around her and she sucked in a breath.
“Will, I can’t. Too tight.” She pleaded.
He didn’t answer, just slipped his arm lower, under her ass, and tossed her over his shoulder.
“No, fuck, damn it, William. Do you always have to do it this way?” she yelled.
“Maybe if we play dead he will leave,” one elf joked.
“ENOUGH!” Eridus boomed.
With that, William gave the room a parting growl and fled, with Sorscha bouncing along his shoulder.
“This hurts!”
“Enough from you! You want to be claimed! I’ll claim you!” he promised and her pussy creamed heavily as his deep rumble.
“Damn, woman. Keep it up and I’ll pin you to the wall where everyone can see.”
Sorscha lifted her head and locked eyes with the elf woman. The elf female wiggled her fingers at Sorscha in a mock goodbye. Sorscha threw up her middle finger at the woman. A musical laughter slipped from the seam of the elf’s lips and she slid into the dining hall.
William made it to her room quickly. She didn’t tell him that, she didn’t want to be around any of them at the moment. It felt like everyone in that room was trying to push them to this.
Were they?
“Which one is your room?”
She crossed her arms over her chest. It wasn’t easy keeping her torso held up, but she had a point to prove with this barbarian act under her.
“I’m not telling.”
A sharp burning pain flashed through her ass and started to settle between her legs. She squirmed and cried out.
The bastard just spanked me!
“Tell me, little rabbit. Or I will make good on that promise to claim you in front of them. You want to play, I can play how I really want to,” he roared.
Defeated, she slumped, her palms resting on the hard planes of his upper back.
“You’re in front of it,” she mumbled.
William kicked the door open and quickly ate up the space to the bed. He tossed her down. She sprawled out, her thighs spread for a moment. The chilled air kissed her exposed cunt and she hissed. Sorscha looked up at William, and his gaze was locked between her legs. She snapped them shut on a squeal. His finger pointed towards her.
“Stay!”
He stormed back to the large double doors. Slamming them shut, she heard the click. Swallowing past the newly-formed desert in her mouth, she realized something.
I’m alone in a room in a magical Lord of the Rings realm with a really hot, horny bear, who claims I’m his. This could either go horrible wrong, or so brilliantly right.
Chapter Seven
Tethur took a deep breath and then stormed back to the bed, walking with purpose. Sorscha lay there, still in the position he had thrown her in. God, she was a glorious sight. His chest labored as he tried desperately to gain control and catch his breath. It had been a long time since he had felt this way, arousal setting his body on fire.
Sorscha’s breath came in hard gasps as he looked down at her. He growled, his chest rising high and back again. Spikes of warmth ran through his body as her eyes opened wide. What did she want? More to the point, what did he want?
Tiny pin pricks grew into spikes as he watched her nipples grind against her dress and stiffen. His lips grew dry.
Between his large thighs, an equally large erection made itself known. It burned and ached in the restraint of his pants.
Sorscha must have sensed it. She scooted back on the bed, her feet scuttling in the sheets. He watched, intrigued, as she seemed to catch in the cloth, making no progress up the huge bed.
Instinctively and without thought he grabbed her right ankle. For such a sweet woman, her strength surprised him, so he tugged harder. Arousal grew in him from the touch of her skin against his; it was all too much. As he pulled her closer her dress rode up her thighs, sliding up to her hips, exposing her silky skin. She tried to move away, but he just pulled her more. Her sweet cunt teased him, her legs opening and closing. The sight of her pretty trimmed minge produced a roar from deep in his belly, and the sound made the room quake.
Tethur pulled her off the bed. Grabbing her tightly, he twisted her so that her back was against his broad, stout chest.
“You are mine, Sorscha. Don’t fight it. You want it, you want me,” he whispered in her soft earlobe. He was rough with her, not hurting her but using enough force to let her know she wasn’t escaping. Stepping up on the bed he crawled to the large ornate headboard with its carved scene of a huge bear hunting elk. Turning, he sat and held her in his lap. She squirmed in his grip. Tethur just held her, sniffing her hair, taking in her scent. Her kicks at his thighs made no difference to him, like pin pricks.
Holding her with one hand, he used his free hand to grip her hair, pulling her head back to his lips.
“You belong to me now, little one. I own your body. It is mine to do with as I please. Your sweet, wet cunt-and yes, it is wet, ‘cause I can smell it weeping at the thought of me touching you─is mine. I will lick it, taste it, finger it and fuck it. You will coat my fingers with your slick, tasty juices. I will lap it up like a refreshing drink and then slide my big fat dick inside it and fuck you hard until you are sore. I can taste it from here, Sorscha. When I say cunt, it seeps at the sound of my voice speaking that harsh, dirty word. You want me. You’ve always wanted me.”
At that, those naughty words in her ear, the squirming stopped. He could smell her. The taste, the scent lingered in the air, overpowering the scent of pure innocence. Her heart beat faster, the pounding hard against his chest. Each beat echoed through every muscle he had and his blood pumped faster, finding its way straight to his cock. It hardened and pressed into her buttocks.
The big right hand of the bear slipped to her belly, tugging the hem up her waist. Using his legs, he spread her calves wide, tucking his feet so she couldn’t move. Her warm soft belly made him tremble as his calloused fingers pressed into her flesh.
Sorscha moved, trying hard to close her legs, but to no avail. Tethur nibbled her ear, whispering again.
“Stop squirming. I’m going to make you so fucking wet you’ll scream for me to make it shiny and slick so I can put my hard dick in you. Don’t fight it. Take it, enjoy it. My body was made to please you and yours for me.”
He cupped her between the legs. She whimpered at the suddenness of it, squirming not to escape but to press closer.
“Mine!”
Tethur massaged her cunt with his fingers, teasing her labia, parting them, sliding up the slick pink slit. Her head shoved back into his shoulder.
“Good girl. Take my fingers inside, cherish them in your sopping quim.” Tethur slipped a single finger inside her slit, pushing it deep slowly and deliberately, to savor the feel of her. She was so damn tight; her muscles gripped him as he slid deeper, and then back, easing her open. “You smell like honey coated in sex.” He growled against her neck as his finger slipped out and two fingertips rubbed at her swollen clit. With slow, circular movements he caressed her horny nub. Whimpers turned to loud moans, squirming became determined grinds as he took control of her body, now his. Tethur dipped his fingers once more, sliding them deep, penetrating her cunt with such intimacy. Harder and faster they went, her moans getting louder, her body writhing in his lap.
“Please....”
Tethur grinned. His hand holding her moved to her neckline. He gripped the dress and pulled, ripping it down, her left breast exposed. Cupping it, he squeezed hard, pressing his hot palm against the pebble-like nipple.
“Oh, God. Please, Tethur.”
“Oh. So William has gone, littl
e one. Tell me what you want. Beg for it.”
“Please, Tethur, I want you, I want it.”
“Want what? Tell me.” Her nipple found its way between his fingers and he irritated it to the point where she screamed. It rose to a peak, hard and rubbery. “Tell me!”
“I want you to fuck me. Put your fingers in me. Please, Tethur, make me come, fuck me with your big fingers.”
Sorscha arched back, her legs widening for him. His fingers pressed against her puffy walls, the grip intense as he fucked her as her lover and her true man.
“Please fuck me faster. I need you...”
Stretching her, his fingers fucked her, and her whole body rode them. Her voice echoed in the room and out through the open window. She screamed, sweat dripping from her skin onto his arms and legs. Cold shivers quaked along hot nerves. Skin rose with goose bumps as her muscles tensed and she came hard. His eager fingers slid in her like butter. Slowly he pulled them out. Raising them to his lips, he tasted her.
A loud growl rumbled from his lips.
Tethur slowly relaxed his grip and she curled up beside him. He turned and stretched, lying by her.
“Now sweet one, sweet Sorscha, what do you need to know?” He could see she was tired. The whole last day or two had taken its toll. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.
“Tell me who I am. I need to hear it from you, Tethur,” she asked in a languid tone.
“You are one of four daughters; your father is Fergus Dubdétach, one of thirteen high kings of Ireland, immortalized in order to protect the wall between the Earth human realm and this one. This realm is known as the grey lands and is an endless place, home to the creatures of myth and legend. Once forgotten, they came here and built a wall to stop intruders from following.”