by Jillian Keep
What was that supposed to mean?
Her frown deepened as her brows knit and she tried to take a step away, but couldn’t. “Tethered?” She didn’t like the sound of that. She didn’t want to be tethered to anyone! Not even… especially not… him.
“Don’t be like that,” he said, though she betrayed so little with her physical exterior, which he held so powerfully in sway. “I know you want it,” he remarked, tugging open his trousers, letting them fall down, revealing a member larger, more thickly veined than any she had ever seen. “Self-denial is a foolish thing.” He traced his digit down from her chin, along the center of her shirt, the buttons coming undone by some force of telekinesis, exposing her flesh to him with such a simple gesture. “With me you’ll never need deny yourself any pleasures, no matter how minor or petty.” He traced his digit over her stomach and she shivered.
“No,” she whispered, but her skin prickled with excitement, her nipples stiffening beneath the simple shift. He was so gorgeous, so masculine. She didn’t want to fight it anymore, but a part of her screamed that she had to. That this wasn’t her.
That she was under his spell.
Yet she couldn’t help but inwardly admire that power. Some part of her craved a strong partner, just as he had said. Her first love… he had been strong. Powerful. Cruel.
In the end he had cast her off when they should’ve been climbing to their greatest heights, yet instead… she was alone. Vulnerable to the dark foreigner’s ‘seductions’.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said, the sharp prick of his nail as it made such a bizarre tracing upon her belly. “You want to part your thighs and welcome me inside, don’t you?” he remarked, and she saw his stiff cock throb before her, beneath a patch of short, dark pubic hair. “Do it,” he said with a smile.
Even without the spell those words would have sent a thrill through her spine. She was so used to being in control of everything - of her emotions, her power, her friends - that it was almost freeing to have it stolen from her. To have her body respond no matter what she wanted, no matter what she desired.
Varuj took hold of her shoulder, and with a rough shove, he pushed her down onto the bed, letting her body fall back atop it as he stalked after her, like a stunning predator.
With a quick tug, he yanked the pants from around her ankles and discarded them to the corner of the room before prying her thighs open. “You smell as ripe as a harvest plum,” he rasped, lowering himself down over her, pinning her arms to the bed as he grasped the shirt that still wound about both of her elbows.
It had been so long since she felt someone’s body so near to her, and the power and force he had over her was incomparable. The way she responded, her body tilting towards him as she tried to back away was as though an intense war were going on within her. For, of course, it was. She was battling with him for control: control she desperately needed, and still wished she could shed.
Her full breasts bounced as she tilted away, her blonde hair trapped beneath her shoulders and pinning her head awkwardly. “This isn’t right,” she tried to protest, but it came out so small, so forceless.
“I know,” he said to her so simply, even as he cupped her full breast and squeezed it so roughly, so pitilessly. “But it will seem but a minor evil in time.” His masculine scent filled her nostrils as he leaned in, let the bulging crown of his large dick trace her vaginal seam, nudge her vulva as he positioned himself, his whole body arched and on stunning display as he prepared to violate her so raw.
The impaling came hard and fast, a single thrust that shoved the biggest cock she’d ever seen deep inside her. The throbbing veins pressed against her vaginal canal as he ground himself against her cervix hard and rough, giving a growling groan of satisfaction.
She couldn’t believe it was happening. It was almost as if it were some strange dream, some weird fantasy that she was having in the dead of night.
But to actually feel it, to actually have him inside her, sent her mind reeling. He felt so good, but at the same time it was so wrong. So terribly wrong.
Ala’nase gasped and tried to push away from him but all she succeeded in was taking him deeper, making her eyes bulge. How? How could this be happening to her?
“You’re mine now,” he growled out in his increasingly ragged voice, the hard thrusts coming on fast as he built up momentum, his heavy sac slapping noisily against her, filling her former sanctuary with the noises of her violation by the gorgeous man. “And you’re lucky to be chosen, bitch,” he snarled, biting her neck as he clenched her tit in hand, letting the hard nipple dig into his palm as he rut into her like a ravenous animal in heat.
She wanted to scream, but instead it came out as a gurgled whimper, a softer protest than he deserved. The word, that word, was almost worse than anything. The sex, his body, some carnal part of her wanted that. Craved that. Had dreamed of that.
But the cruel and hurtful word, it stunned her and she tried to push him away.
He bucked into her harder, and noticed her shying away, her pathetic attempts to escape his carnal violation. He ground his teeth together, then it happened. Quite surprisingly, he slapped her cheek, left it stinging and reddened with the heated blow before clutching her hair and tugging it hard, wrenching her face up towards him as he pounded into her, setting her breasts to bounce and jiggle.
“You were tossed away, rejected,” he growled, his dark eyes seeming to light up in the red tinged room as he met her gaze. “But you’ll be mine now. And through listening to me I’ll make you something greater.” He grunted, and she felt him swell within her, his dick throbbing with excitement. “You’ll be a good girl for me,” he purred, his voice so seductive again.
The contrast, the hot and cold, the cruel and seductive set her head pounding. Her eyes watered as they widened with fear and anger, her struggles becoming more furtive. The spell, however, kept them weak and muted. Still, the fury building within her was steeling her heart to him, her resolve building.
He seemed to see that deep within her, that crystallizing resolve. And he tugged her head to the side, the strands of hair prickling upon her scalp from his rough handling, and he whispered into her ear.
It was difficult to hear the words over the resounding slaps of his hard body striking her amid the savage fucking, but what he said was unmistakable. She felt her eyes water up, her barriers break down, and were she not still under the sway of the spell she would’ve broken down into immediate sobs.
Instead she could only meet his gaze as he moaned and swelled within her, showing signs of his impending release. “But if you obey me loyally,” he husked in his dark voice, “you’ll never need fear betrayal… abandonment… ever again, sweet Ala’nase.” The words struck at her so deep, to her very core. He needed no spell to win over her mewling obedience then.
His hold on her head tightened, his spine arched and she knew the tell-tale signs of what was coming. She murmured meekly through the tears, “Not inside… please.”
His motions continued, and he thrust deep inside her with such increasingly erratic force. “Yes inside,” he rasped. “It has to be that way,” and with that she felt it, the final pulse that travelled up his shaft, pushing her slick canal open wider as his climax tore through his flesh and poured forth in a torrent of virile, pearly white seed, flooding her as he ground himself to her innermost depths and revelled in it noisily.
Everything about her felt as if it’d been torn up and reassembled, hastily put back together again. All within the span of what had to have been less than a half hour. How was it even possible that her entire world could change so quickly?
The woman shuddered beneath him, trying to push him away, to free herself from his hold, from his cum.
He refused her that though, clutched her tight until her resistance ebbed, then smiled and released her, pulling himself away and leaving her drooling his seed. “Rest up,” he said to her as he stood and got dressed. “You’re mine now, pretty girl,” he cooed from
across the room.
Chapter 47
It was amazing to behold, the entire academy seemed to go into overdrive before Firia’s very eyes. People bustling about, not a single one in anything but the biggest rush of their lives. She’d never seen so many flowing robes lifted up on the air as the conjurers that wore them bustled about.
The one’s that weren’t panicked were either simply anxious or just going about their business in as best a way possible. So it stuck out to her that her friend Ala’nase walked along in a slow meandering pace, her books clung to her chest as she stared at the ground.
Firia had an idea of what happened, so she moved to Ala’nase’s side and matched her stride, a small, sympathetic smile tugging her lips. “Hey, Ala. Are you okay?”
It took the young woman a moment to lift her head and look to her friend, “Huh?” She seemed confused, but shook it off. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Why do you ask?” she looked about, somewhat suspiciously, seemingly afraid of giving away her vulnerability.
“You’re not yourself is all. Ala, if you ever want to talk to me…” Firia reached out and placed her hand, lightly, on her friend’s bicep. “You just look so upset.” It broke her heart because she knew why. Varuj had turned her down, and even though Firia wasn’t sure she could handle all the gory details, her friendship with the young elven woman was very important to her.
She averted her eyes from Firia, still clutching her books as they began to walk together, the only two slowpokes in a sea of busy students. “How are things with you and Mae’lin?” she asked, shifting topics entirely. “You two seem to be doing great.”
Firia smiled as her gaze dropped, her stomach fluttering at the mention of him. “Yea… yea, I think so.” She didn’t want to pry into her friend’s business if she wasn’t comfortable, but she licked her lips, trying to think of what she could say. How would she like to be treated if she was rejected?
Firia didn’t really have the answer to that question. She’d probably like to be left alone to ease her bruised ego. “Are you ready for exams? You’ll probably whizz through.”
She gave a rather noncommittal response to that, and looked off. Firia followed her gaze and saw Mae’lin coming. He looked even cheerier than usual, his cheeks dimpled with his broad smile as he approached the sole human in their small group of friends.
“Morning ladies,” he said, reaching out to take Firia’s hand subtly as they walked.
Her fingertips tickled his palm, the glee shared between them pungent in the air as Firia glanced back to Ala’nase. She felt uncomfortable with her friend being so sullen, so dejected, and was afraid her happiness was only going to make her feel worse.
“Ala, did you want to do supper tonight? Just you and me. Maybe I could come to your room and you could help me on a few things I’m stuck on?”
“I…” she hesitated, glancing to her then about. “Well maybe. I’ll see, okay? I’ve gotta go look into something right now. Exam preparations,” she said, waving to them before scurrying off in a hurry, immediately lost in the crowd.
“Is she okay?” asked Mae’lin, squeezing Firia’s hand and pressing in close to her side.
“I don’t think so,” Firia admitted, looking at the direction she ran off towards. “She’s been weird the past little while. She won’t tell me what’s going on.” She sighed, her lips pursed to the side. Ala’nase was keeping secrets from her, she knew, but who was she to judge?
She squeezed Mae’lin’s hand and felt the pang of desire and guilt make her stomach flip.
The adoring elf squeezed her hand and smiled brightly. “We should get to practicing. It won’t be enough to simply pass these upcoming tests,” he explained casually, unfazed by the challenges they faced. “I’m told passing the trials is but part of it. In the final event we’ll be facing off in displays of magical prowess against other students. And not all will make it.”
“Well, hopefully if I burn you to death, you won’t hold it against me this time,” she teased, but she was distracted. “On second thought… practice might be good.”
Mae’lin broke out into a hearty, good-natured laugh. He never once held it against her, the mistakes of their first bout, and he squeezed her hand and tugged her along, picking up pace. “Better hurry then, because I wanna survive this test so I can continue to study with you next year!”
Chapter 48
The whole of the academy was abuzz with activity, but Ala’nase was milling about a quiet nook, pacing along the stone floor beneath an overhang. The rain was falling, an odd occurrence for the academy, but she was shielded from it.
Her emotions were conflicted, but when she saw the physique of the dark, foreign sorcerer approach her, the sensation that won out was relief. As frustrating as that was for her to confess.
When he stepped in beneath the overhang with her, she saw not a sign of dampness in his robes, or upon his flesh. It was as if nary a raindrop had dared touch his glorious physique, and he quite casually helped himself, reaching out and touching his palm to her cheek.
“Good girl,” he husked in approval at her showing up. Just as he instructed.
Her breath quickened, her gaze falling demurely. It was so unlike the brazen elf to avert her eyes of anything or anyone, but part of her didn’t want to see him. Didn’t want her to lust for his gorgeous body or handsome face.
Yet he pressed those hot lips to her forehead, and it nearly made her delirious. The most painful part, however, was knowing that he no longer used a spell. That it was all how she felt, truly felt, without any force.
“I need a favour of you,” he husked into her ear as he kissed his way across her face. “Something you can do for me. For you too. And then we can prepare together. I will show you things you didn’t dream of knowing so soon,” he said, that delicious voice making such promises.
Her heart was in her throat as she nodded, her light hair framing her delicate features. “What is it?” She barely realized that she had agreed before she asked, but what more was there to do? The things he’d said, the sweet words… He knew her. Down to her very core.
“There is someone who has stolen a great deal from you,” he said so persuasively, his rich voice making each word sound delightful and convincing. “She made your former lover leave you, so that he might pursue one of his own kind,” he explained to her in that tempered, fatherly voice. “She caught the eyes of that elf Mae’lin so that when you went for him, his heart was already claimed.”
His words rang true. So true that it overwhelmed her shock at the realization that he spoke of Firia. Her friend.
The lump in her throat thickened and she couldn’t speak. She didn’t well up with tears, she didn’t start trembling in fear. The time for that was past, and despite the gnawing discomfort within her body, she nodded again.
Even though she’d not held that against Firia, even though she cared for the human woman, he was too right for her to disagree.
“I’ll get you your revenge, sweet girl,” he husked, nuzzling his nose to her cheek before rising back up and looking down to her. “And you’ll get rid of two more competitors that stand in our way for this final trial,” he added with a smile that was somewhere between tender and wicked. “You want that, don’t you?”
“I… I guess.” Her voice was so soft, still uncertain and conflicted. It was one thing to agree, but all the pain she’d been caused, ever since she got to the Academy… it was all Firia. All her best friend.
She could have moved on from Bran, could have so easily found another with Mae’lin. But instead, she was left alone while Firia taunted her. Holding hands in public, those sweet little kisses… that should have been hers.
Neither of those two men were her equal. A human and some gangly elf from the country? Yet she’d been spurned by them both. And for what? A lowly human girl whom she had done nothing but be nice to.
Varuj kissed the corner of her lips and gave a pleasant smile. “You do,” he assured her. “You’re a powerful witch at
heart, and the truly powerful do not suffer such injustices. Do not suffer the weak stepping upon their toes with impunity.” His dark eyes lit up as he met her gaze, “No woman of mine would suffer it and let them get away.”
“So what do I do? Firia has caught the eye of some professors, and if they wouldn’t kick her out over that… beast, then what can I do about her?”
His masculine touch brushed her pale hair back and he smiled as he leaned in so near to her lips. “Just relax and do as I say.” He kissed her mouth so faintly, then slipped back towards her ear, whispering his dark words there.
Ala’nase’s eyes widened in shock at what he said, but when his free hand dipped between her thighs to grasp at her loins she couldn’t help but gasp.
She was in so far over her head. The past twelve hours had turned her life on its axle and she was spinning out of control.
“I can’t,” she whispered, even as she subconsciously ground into his hand.
“You can and will,” he murmured back to her, his hand rubbing at her harder, stirring up such a heat in her loins. “I’ll give you what you need and you’ll make it happen. Now tell me,” he licked along her cheek with his moist tongue, “Who do you belong to?”
He was so possessive. So powerful.
She was a stranger to neither, and it made such conflicted, confusing, terrible feelings to rise within her. “You,” she muttered back, and her eyes fluttered shut. Yes. Him. He’d protect and take care of her. He wouldn’t leave her. He’d make it all right.
“Good girl,” he husked approvingly, and his hand slipped inside her trousers, and she felt the firm touch of his heated flesh upon her folds. Her sweet reward.
Chapter 49
Firia awaited her friend at the dining hall as they’d planned, the note reaching her that she’d make it just before the end of class. Though when someone slid into the seat across from her, it wasn’t her dear friend, but another face altogether. One more familiar still.