Kidnapped and Claimed

by Lizzie Lynn Lee

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  About the Author

  Kidnapped and Claimed

  Lizzie Lynn Lee

  August 2012

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  Chapter One

  I never thought I would receive my first pleasure from the beasts of Emagari. When I was little, my nan told me that in the heart of Aesterneum lived shapeshifting half-men-half-beasts, the Khimerian, or centaurs, who liked to kidnap women that strayed into the forbidden forest. They kept the women as their pleasure slaves and to bear them children. The Khimerians were mostly male; their females were rare in numbers.

  Legend said they were beautiful creatures. Hearty fighters and fierce lovers.

  The legend was true.

  I whimpered when the soft silken tongue caressed my damp sex, rimming between the sensitive folds with gentle sly licks. My nether lips were swollen with lust. And that tongue seared me in pure fire each time it swirled deep inside of me, tasting me intimately.

  I was bound magically with both arms above my head. My wrists were tied with an invisible rope. My body hung suspended in the air. I was helplessly at a standstill as a binding spell had been cast upon me. The only thing I could do was surrender to my captors’ will. They had also bound both my ankles, splaying me open in full view so they could torture me with their sumptuous teasing at ease.

  My eyes were now blindfolded. But I had caught a glimpse of them, my captors. They were two of them. Warriors at their prime. The scent of their musk filled my lungs. It was pure male. It blended with my own perfumed aroma of sex that permeated heavily into the air, and the combination was intoxicating me by a thousandfold, causing my juices to seep rebelliously onto my inner thighs.

  I wanted to move. I wanted to be free. But the wanton part of me indulged their teasing immensely. At the moment, I loved being their captive and being rendered helpless and at their mercy. I loved the warmth of their bodies, inhaling their masculine scent and savoring the sensation of being worshipped. I had never had it before as it was forbidden.

  The chill breeze quickened around me, caressing my bare skin. I trembled. Every inch of my body became overly-sensitive to their touches and ardent licks. Especially my hardened nipples, jutting out in anticipation of being suckled. I could hear the purr of delight from my captors, praising my willing body.

  I was taken sometime last night. The hollow tree log where I rested for the night had suddenly shattered. I thought my hiding place was perfect, but I was wrong. The masters of Emagari sensed my presence nevertheless. Soon after they took me, a sleeping charm was cast upon me, drowning me completely in darkness.

  I didn’t know how long I was asleep. I guessed my captors didn’t want me to know where they took me. I only noticed that when I roused from my deep sleep, I was incredibly in heat. My clothes had vanished. The soft caresses of unseen hands were roaming all over my body. That was followed by gentle kisses, tender nips, agile tongues that licked, greedily tasting every inch of my skin.

  I sighed again when the mouth slowly left my cunt. I was suspended face up and I sensed him move behind me. Not long after, a single digit slipped into the source of my ache. He rubbed my passage with gentle, slow strokes. It was a shallow penetration at first, and then his finger burrowed deeply as if he wanted to prepare my channel for a bigger object than what I had right now.

  Part of me insisted that I should at least open my mouth and demand to be released. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I waited in anticipation that my captors would do something to relieve the maddening ache in my loins. The ache I believed would be sated from a man’s cock, thrusting inside me, fucking me over and over until I screamed in blissful ecstasy.

  I let out a cry when another tongue roamed from my belly, gradually twirling down my cunt. He stopped only to lick my clit gently. Then his mouth settled completely on my hidden bud, where his treacherous tongue flicked it back and forth until I couldn’t stop myself screaming out in frustration, “Please, take me!”

  The sound of male laughter burst out around me. “Impatient, are we?” one of them said.

  I closed my mouth, mortified. Never had I allowed myself to make such wanton demands. Nor did I ever have a chance to. I couldn’t believe what I had just said. I quieted while listening to the warrior who spoke. He was standing behind me, pressing his naked skin against my back, radiating his heat into every fiber of my being. I could almost hear his heart thundering in the same rhythm of my own. He whispered, praising how soft my skin was. His voice was warm and pleasant. He stroked my thigh with one continuous, languid movement, while his other hand still cupped my cunt, a finger buried deep in my wet heat, lazily tormenting me.

  I felt giddy, thrilled, and yet scared at the same time. The warrior’s tongue on my clit and the grinding finger in my cunt radiated a rippling sensation. I wanted to know how it felt to be ravished. My aches needed filling. I let out another low moan of frustration. “Please…” I writhed, arching my hips in hope one of them would sink his cock in me.

  To my dismay, they didn’t.

  “Stay still, she-elf,” the warrior who claimed my clit told me. His pleasure was interrupted. He secured my hips in place, ignoring my plea. His mouth then latched again on my aching bud, suckling and toying, unwilling to let go.

  “What do you want with me?” I asked with mounting exasperation. I was willing. I wanted it too. Wasn’t that what they wanted?

  “We’re marking what’s rightfully ours,” the warrior behind me answered. He was grazing his teeth on my earlobe, nibbling my ear. His hot breath caressed my fevered skin, delivering another electric tremor throughout my body. I almost shivered convulsively from it.

  “I did not know I had strayed to Emagari, sire …”

  This time, both of them laughed. “Do you know who we are, sweet thing?” the warrior behind me asked. His free hand was no longer stroking my skin, instead, he pinched my taut nipple. Hard. The pain burst into flames of pleasure. It was addicting, and it made me want more.

  “My lords are Khimeri.”

  “Do you know what happens to people that intrude on our territory?”

  “Peopl
e said you always spare women…”

  “That’s because we took them as our wives; others we would kill.”

  I swallowed hard. Although my mind already drifted back into the haze of ecstasy, I slowly realized my fate. It became clear now that I had no choice.

  I had been on the run from the Jakael hunters for two weeks. My half-brother Erodan had ordered my capture. I was forced by my family to marry the Grand Duke Gavin of Thiebes. Our wedding wasn’t yet consummated when they found the duke was dead. And according to our customs, the wife would follow her husband in the burning pyre to accompany him to Paradise.

  I hadn’t loved Duke Gavin. I didn’t want to die with him. So I ran.

  “Will you treat me well, sires?” I asked the warriors.

  “I do not know, little one, will you be good to us?”

  “Harboring me is bad luck, sires …”

  “I see.” The warrior behind me was making another amused sound. Slowly, he pulled his finger from the depth of my cunt while his friend trailed kisses to my inner thigh. I squirmed again, this time I was confused. Were they changing their minds?

  “It is not us who make that decision, she-elf. It will be the will of our lord.” The warrior before me slowly stood up. He enclosed me. His warmth seared my skin as he pressed his body against me. His hand reached my face, and moments later, his mouth claimed mine. His tongue speared against mine. His kiss was passionate. I could smell my own scent on him, tasting my own elixir from his tongue. And what I sampled made me more intoxicated with lust.

  “She-elf is eager,” the warrior behind me said.

  “She’s a rare beauty.”

  I gasped again when the warrior who kissed me rubbed his hard erection against my sex. The warrior behind me embraced me and licked the corner of my mouth. Both his hands were kneading my breasts, fingers plucking my erect nipples. He was also rubbing his hard shaft against my bare behind.

  “What will I become, sire?” My voice was hoarse.

  “What do you desire, sweet thing?”

  “Please let me go.”

  “I reckon you want to be fucked?”

  “Please…”

  Both of them laughed again.

  “She-elf knows to jest.”

  “Indeed.”

  “Make her come, then we shall bring our little captive to Aesterneum.”

  I was about to protest his decision, but the warrior before me was frenzied, rubbing the tip of his cock against my cunt. I could feel his cockhead teasing my needy ache, brushing from my slicked folds to my entrance. The heat of his virile flesh felt like hot coal, burning my sensitive sex into maddening pleasure. I begged him not to tease me anymore. He didn’t pay heed to my pleas. Instead, he kept torturing me until I was ambushed by a sudden climax. I was panting, reeling, trying to recollect myself whole. Both warriors praised me again, showering me with feather-light kisses as a reward.

  “Why do you not take me?”

  “You are not our woman… yet.”

  “There will be plenty of joining once you are lawfully ours, little one,” said the warrior behind me. He then kissed me again on the cheek, undid the magical binding on my wrists and ankles, and slowly lowered me onto the ground.

  Ours?

  I remembered the rumors that said the Khimerian shared their woman. All of a sudden dread filled me. Who else was going to share me? Only the two of them? What if there were more? I always wanted to know how it felt to sample nirvana, but the idea of being shared, being ravished by many men continuously was starting to scare me. The practice was uncommon in the land I came from. It was forbidden. Could I refuse them? Did I have any choice?

  For a long moment, I couldn’t do anything other than sit on the dewy grass until one of the warriors lifted me from the ground and seated me on his back; soon after I sensed he was shapeshifting into his centaur form.

  He took my hands and placed them on his waist, telling me to hold on tightly as he started galloping through the forest path. I sensed the other warrior also galloping just next to me, tailing in close range as if he wanted to prevent me from jumping to my escape. I didn’t dare think of jumping. I knew that foolishness would cost my life.

  I snuggled close to the warrior’s body. His bare back that joined with his stallion form brushed my tender sex; each time he galloped my cunt tingled from the mane. My briefly sated aches began to thrum again. Never in my life had I wanted a man to touch me as bad as I did right now. I tightened my grip around his waist as the pleasure began to build. I had a hard time concealing my moans.

  I involuntarily dug my nails into his waist. The warrior who bore me seemed to know what I was feeling. He caressed my thighs and quickened his pace. The rubbing sensation from his stallion mane on my clit caused me another orgasm. I thought I heard someone screaming, but then I realized it was my own voice. I gasped for air, panting.

  The ride continued for another hour and then they slowed down. The centaur carrying me announced that they had reached the heart of their dwelling. They stopped and talked in their native tongue. I heard some enchantments spoken. The sound of something enormous whispered. The warriors galloped again for a short distance until they abruptly stopped.

  My blindfold was loosened and I was allowed to see. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. The day was almost dark. Then, I saw them: the warriors. My jaw dropped low.

  The warrior who bore me was a palomino centaur. He had vivid, wavy golden hair, like noon sunrays, spilling past his elbows. His eyes were brilliant green, tinted with light amber. His jaw was prominent, manly and strong, amplifying his striking masculine looks. His sculptured body complimented with brawny shoulders, muscular vein-roped arms, golden skin that was a shade lighter than his tresses. I thought I was staring at a golden god, one that only existed in the forbidden land. My eyes darted up, locking gazes with him. He was examining my reaction over his shoulder. His lips curled into a victorious smile for having me as his prized captive.

  I turned my gaze to the other warrior. He was a snowy-white centaur with silken platinum hair draped all the way to his waist. His eyes were the lightest shade of blue, enthrallingly beautiful, the kind of eyes that could bewitch a person in one single look. His nose was perfectly curved, complimenting his sensuous lips. His upper body was perfectly muscled with golden, sun-kissed skin, slightly fairer than his friend. His chest was hairless, but his lower hips filled with soft white fur where it joined with his stallion form. The sight of him caused my heart to thunder. I was dying to run my fingers on him, to feel how soft his fur would be. A soft moan escaped my throat. I never had thought the Khimerians were so pleasing to look upon, just like the legends I had heard back in Trelshik.

  “Welcome to your new home, sweet thing.” The snowy-white centaur pinched my chin.

  “We’re going to bring you to our lord. Tell me your name,” the palomino centaur said.

  I quickly closed my mouth. Now, being able to see my surroundings brought an awareness that I was naked. People watched me from the center of the village. Centaurs, women, and their foals. I crossed my arms on my chest and thighs to hide my bare privates. “Could you not at least give me something decent to wear?”

  “You did not complain before,” the snowy-white said.

  “Besides,” the golden one added, “it is a sin to hide such a luscious body under layers of unworthy garments. We prefer your bare skin.”

  “I do not wish to be naked anymore.” I pouted. “Well? Are you not going to bring me to your lord?”

  The two of them still flooded me with curious gazes. “Your name,” demanded the golden one.

  “Elyra.” My voice was timid.

  “Pretty name,” he said, exchanging a mysterious glance with his friend.

  “Well? Are you not going to tell me yours?”

  “I am called Ronen,” said the golden one. He nodded to his friend, “and he is Callarn, my bond brother.”

  Callarn winked playfully. “And you are soon to be our dhamarani.” Shared wi
fe.

  I flustered even deeper. My suspicions were confirmed. “I think not. I do not wish to be shared.”

  Ronen and Callarn exchanged a look. Ronen shook his head languidly. “It does not matter what you think, she-elf. We claim you.”

  Chapter Two

  Despite my protests, Ronen and Callarn denied me clothing. I tightened my grips upon Ronen’s shoulder, pressed my bare breasts against his back, and arranged my legs in such a way to hide my privates from everyone’s eyes. Some centaurs shouted some catcalls at Ronen in their native tongue and he replied back just as good-humoredly. The women giggled, offering their friendly smile, but I was too frightened to return their warm gestures.

  Callarn and Ronen stopped at a great hut in the middle of the village. Callarn helped me dismount. The two of them shapeshifted into their human form. I didn’t guess they would retain their clothing when they transformed into humans. Both of them were bare-chested, wearing leather breeches and boots.

  It was bright inside the hut, lit by candles that had been enchanted to float in the air. Four men were sitting by a large, roughly chiseled wooden table. I suspected they were the Emagari masters. Three men talked with deep respect to the one who sat at the head of the table. He must be the lord of the Khimerians. Their conversation interrupted, they turned their attention to the door the moment I stepped inside.

  “My lord.” Ronen bowed. “We have found a trespasser on the south border.”

  The lord was the most beautiful man I had laid my eyes upon. His hair was the color of golden thread. His eyes were icy blue, sparkling like precious jewels. Unlike the others, he was clad in a soft sable jerkin and breeches. His muscles were well-defined. His arms were covered in intricate black ink work.

  He motioned me to come closer. I trudged toward him shyly.

  “Aren’t you a pretty little one? My name is Veredi. What’s your name?” His voice was deep and enchanting. A voice made to seduce and beguile one to his will.