FirePrincesBride
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She unlaced the fly of her pants. Pushing down on one side of the gray fabric, she offered them a glimpse of the curve of her hip. She turned her back to them. As she did, she pushed the fabric down below the swell of her buttocks. Bending from the waist and wiggling her butt, she slid the pants down to her ankles before she stepped out of them.
Nude, she turned to face the two men. Their amber eyes blazed with desire. She loved how they reacted to her slightest provocation with fierce need. It made her feel powerful, feminine, a goddess. With them, she felt like the ultimate seductress.
“How much do you trust us, tana?” Tyral asked.
“I trust you. If I didn’t, Ijina would be your constant companion.” Karissa smiled and watched them. She’d given them her body when she had no power. If she hadn’t decided that she could trust them, she’d be sleeping in a separate room.
“The game we’re going to play will test your trust. Do you think that you can take it?” Callan asked.
“See what happens when you test me.” Karissa lifted her chin and her eyes sparkled with challenge.
As she watched, she saw Tyral smile. Her aggressive behavior excited him. The hard ridge of his cock pressing against his pants was blatant evidence. Karissa had been with men who’d been intimidated when she’d shown any strength. She could tell that he wasn’t afraid of a little female aggression. This man didn’t mind her pushing him. His strength and confidence drew her, excited her.
“On your hands and knees.” Tyral pointed to a spot in front of him on the soft red and yellow rugs.
Karissa raised her brows, but stepped forward and dropped to her hands and knees without question.
Callan paced around her, disappearing behind her. She tensed a little, surprised and frightened by the sudden blackness when a soft, thick blindfold settled in front of her eyes, but she made no move to remove it. Listening intently, she wondered what they were doing, what they would do next.
“Rest your upper body on the ground.” Tyral smoothed a hand over the golden skin of her shoulder and back. “Put your hands at your sides and relax them.”
Karissa complied, a little anxious, but very excited. She could feel the warm, slick, creamy liquid of her arousal on her thighs. Anticipation was forming a tight knot of desire low in her stomach, a pulsing need in her clit.
She felt a large, warm hand clasp her wrist, pulling it up and behind her. Soft cloth wrapped around her wrist and then her other hand was lifted and bound in the same silent, gentle manner. She tugged against the binding, but it was secure and strong.
A light frisson of fear coursed through her as she realized her helplessness. She tensed, struggling against the soft ties. The supple material at her wrists held her and moved with her but didn’t loosen.
The care they were taking to see to her safety suddenly became apparent. This was no normal rope. The soft bindings were specifically made to ensure her pleasure as well as her comfort. That calmed her a little. They weren’t going to hurt her or let her be hurt. She relaxed, her cheek pressed against the plush rug.
Karissa jerked in surprise as she felt something warm and hard slide between her labia. It was definitely not a real cock. Too unyielding and too slick to be flesh, it pushed easily through the juices spilling from her slit. The rounded head vibrated a little as it brushed over her clit. Karissa pushed back, moaning as the warm rod retreated.
Her body seemed hypersensitive to their touch now that she couldn’t see what they were doing or who was doing it. They’d locked her in a world ruled by her sense of touch, smell and hearing. The brush of a hand across her hips sent fiery trails of sensation spreading through her. Their scent surrounded her, exciting her. They didn’t say a word to her. The only thing she heard was the occasional scuff of a foot across the rug and the sound of her own ragged breathing.
The hard phallus pushed slowly into her needy sheath, moving slowly back and forth as a large, slick finger circled the tight ring of her anus. As the dildo retreated, the finger pushed into the tight channel. An insidious rhythm began, exciting her but not taking her over the edge. Two fingers were added, then three, stretching her, pushing the excitement to a higher level. The dildo was pulled out of her pussy with a wet suctioning sound that incited her. A moment later, she felt the rounded head probing her puckered back entrance. Coated with her cream, it slid past the constricting ring without any pain.
“Ahh, Icy Hell,” Karissa whimpered as a wave of hot desire hit her. She burned with need. She didn’t want the dildo. She wanted them.
The fingers had stretched the entrance, but the warm length within her was wider and longer. There was a delightful edge to the sensations hitting her as the phallus pushed slowly forward, stretching her. She pushed back into that advancing shaft.
One of them freed Karissa’s hands as the other removed the dildo. She had given them her complete trust. The man who removed the bindings pulled her to her feet. She stood there—willing, waiting. He raised her right hand above her head and secured it there with a magical band. The other was anchored in exactly the same manner.
They want to do this standing? Karissa tossed a glance toward the soft-looking bed across the room.
“You’re ready for us,” Callan growled against her ear. “We’re going to have you now, tana, both of us. There isn’t anything within the four Realms that can stop our possession of you. You’re so hot that you’re going to come within the first few strokes.”
Karissa could feel his body pressing against her left side, his hands stroking over her buttocks and stomach. She couldn’t deny that she was primed, ready to explode. When two hands cupped her breasts, flicking the hardened nipples, she knew that it had to be Tyral. His fingers plucked at the reddened tips, just as his mouth claimed hers.
Tyral cupped Karissa’s buttocks, lifting her against him, urging her legs around his hips. His cock entered her tight, wet sheath with a smooth glide. Her vaginal muscles rippled around his shaft, welcoming the thick, full feeling but needing more. She wriggled against him, trying to move on him.
“No, eli moru, wait for Callan,” Tyral urged, his lips moving against her cheek in soft fluttering caresses. “When you come this time, you’ll come for both of us.”
Callan stepped up behind her. She felt his hard, warm cock press against her buttocks. His hands parted her cheeks as he nibbled on her neck.
Karissa felt the probe of the broad head of his oiled penis against the puckered ring of her anus. Slowly, the ring yielded to the pressure, opening and accepting the large shaft which forged slowly into her. She closed her eyes, trembling. He was long and wide and there was a slight edge of pain to the pleasure as the delicate tissue stretched around his advancing shaft. He pushed forward until he was as deep as he could go.
Karissa clenched her hands, awash in sensation. Her breath came in harsh, panting gasps. Her body was on fire. A hot knot of tension quivered low in her abdomen. Her clit throbbed with each pulse of her heart. Her pussy and ass were stuffed with two large cocks and climax was tantalizingly out of reach.
“Please,” Karissa whispered, wanting to hold on with more than her legs. She wanted to wrap her arms around Tyral’s shoulders and press her body against his as he drove into her.
Callan surged into her. He raked the sharp points of his upper canines across her shoulder. His hands covered her breasts, massaging and squeezing.
“Come for us. Come now.” Callan pulled out of her until only the head of his cock was held by her tight, hot channel.
Tyral drove forward hard, his pelvis grinding against her clit. Karissa came, her body shaking. Release rolled through her building, carrying her up as excitement and emotion swirled within her. A wordless cry announced her pleasure as her muscles tightened and released around the hot male flesh thrusting into her.
Tyral forged into her, advancing and retreating. His groans filled her ears as moved with increasing urgency. He thrust hard, driving deep into her. He came. His body jerked against hers an
d a harsh growl tore from his throat.
Callan came only a few moments after Tyral. He surged against Karissa, driving his shaft into her. The tight grip of her anal muscles drove him closer and closer to climax. Each stroke slid fast and deep. With a shout, he tensed as his hot cum shot into her.
As Karissa lay in bed later that night, sated and well-loved with her skin tingling from their ministrations, she thought about what they’d been doing earlier. They’d set up that situation for a reason. She knew it had been a test of her trust. She didn’t understand why they’d felt the need. They probably wouldn’t need to use sex magic to leave the planet. Even if they did have to use it, they knew she trusted them enough for that. There was something more behind their demands, but she couldn’t figure out what that was.
Chapter Five
In the end, leaving that prison of a planet had been a little anticlimactic. They’d stood side by side in the clearing where she’d first appeared and broken the spell together. Between the three of them, they had so much power that sex magic would have been overkill. After the shield had been destroyed, Karissa had said goodbye and transported herself to Vinganis. There was a Portal House there that she could use to return to the Frejan Court.
After she’d made her report to the King, Karissa went to her family’s estate on Enshan. She felt a need for some time to herself and the King had given her permission to be away from Court for a week. She’d had nine days to relax before she returned to the Court, but now she was back at her family home for a few days.
It was strange. She missed Callan and Tyral—and not only for the hot sex. She missed talking with them. They had listened to her. She loved being the focus of their attention and she had never reached the heights of pleasure that they had shown her with anyone else. Even arguing with them had been invigorating. Regardless of their opinions, they’d always listened to her. Of course, they had demanded the same courtesy when they made her fighting mad with some of their opinions.
Since she’d returned to the Frejan Realm two months ago, she dreamed of them every night. Hot dreams of their arms holding her close and secure or holding her at their mercy. Those dreams tormented her and left her aching when she woke. No amount of time with her toys was able to fill that void. The fact that she hadn’t had an orgasm since she’d left them worried her. She had never had trouble finding her pleasure before she’d met those two men.
There was only one thing which worried her even more than not being able to come. A strange, uneasy feeling grew in her abdomen. Something was wrong with Ijina and Karissa could feel the Ice Spirit gathering the courage to explain the situation. That there was need for such courage doubled Karissa’s anxiety. There weren’t that many things which would cause this reaction. Karissa couldn’t think of a reason for any of them to apply in her case.
When the pain became a stabbing lance of fire in her stomach, Karissa knew she could wait no longer to confront Ijina. The effects of this problem were spreading. She felt drained of energy, had trouble sleeping and dizziness began to assault her at the most troublesome moments.
Karissa went to the security of her room. She locked the door to ensure that she wouldn’t be disturbed. Sitting on her bed, she closed her eyes and concentrated. The sound of the rain pelting the crystal-Ice windows helped her relax and focus inward. Determination poured through her. She would make Ijina explain things this time.
Ijina, what’s wrong with you? Why am I feeling this pain? Karissa focused on the link between her symbiote and herself. I want an answer. You’ve been dodging this for days.
We must go to the Volirian Realm, Ijina blurted, but she was serious in the demand.
Ijina, what’s wrong? Karissa felt her patience slip as Ijina remained unusually evasive. Just tell me the truth.
We must find the Princes. Karissa could feel the stress pulsing within the Elemental and the added strain worsened the pain tearing through her abdomen. She doubled over as a dagger of fire ripped into her.
Why? She struggled to keep her focus. Why was Ijina being so evasive? The answer couldn’t be that bad. Why should I go hunt them? Why should I go to the Volirian Realm at all?
I’m pregnant. Ijina tossed the words out as if she expected an explosion to follow.
Karissa opened her eyes but saw nothing. She couldn’t have been more surprised if Ijina had told her that she was becoming a winged ice tarpille. For an Elemental Spirit to become pregnant, she had to bond with another spirit. Between them, they created an Elemental Spirit which would remain dormant inside the female host until she conceived. At that time, it would join with the baby.
Which one? Karissa wondered which Prince Ijina had bonded with. Her mind was numb from the shock. How could she have missed the simple fact that her Elemental had bonded with another? It was supposed to be obvious.
Both, Ijina tentatively replied. Karissa could sense her emotions. She was nervous and worried. She also felt as if she had failed Karissa.
The bonding and pregnancy explained her pain and the other symptoms. Ijina was an Ice Elemental carrying a Fire Elemental babe. Because the spirit was of the fire element, its presence was almost toxic to Karissa. For all three of them—Karissa, Ijina, and the baby Elemental—to survive they needed to be in contact with a Fire Elemental, to be embraced. That would help Karissa to achieve the balance necessary to cope with the alien Element.
Why didn’t you tell me? Karissa felt a little hurt that Ijina hadn’t confided in her, but anger far outweighed the hurt. Why didn’t they tell me? In a week, I was going to begin my Ra’Asien in the Aevian Realm.
I was giving you some time. You would’ve figured it out on your own if this hadn’t happened. Ijina wanted to make Karissa understand that she hadn’t meant to hurt her. She had wanted only to give her host the time to feel as certain about the bonding as she did.
You should have told me at the first hint. You know it was never about the bond. You put yourself at risk, Karissa chided, thoroughly exasperated. They should have told me before I left. I shouldn’t have been left unaware of what had happened.
We’re going? Hope rang in the hesitant question from Ijina.
As soon as I explain things to my father and the King, Karissa sighed. This is going to be damned embarrassing. I should have known that you’d bonded with them. I was just so wrapped up in what they did for me that I didn’t even realize that something more than the physical was happening to us. I’ll pack after I talk to my father.
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It took Karissa longer than she’d thought it would to find her father. She had to look in three places before she found him. Finally, she tracked him down in the gardens. Gervis Moshen sat on a bench and watched as her mother and the gardener tended to the delicate light purple and blue semia flowers.
She took a deep breath and paced over to stand in front of him. “Papa…I need to talk to you.” She shifted nervously on her feet and sighed. Why was this so hard? “It’s important.”
Her father smiled at her and gestured to the spot beside him on the bench. “Sit, Rissa.”
“I have to leave again, Papa.” Karissa grimaced, suddenly struck with the answer to her question. She didn’t want to disappoint her family, to have them think badly of her. They’d always supported her in everything she’d ever wanted to do. She was going to miss them. Until just now, she hadn’t thought about leaving them. She’d thought only of going to Callan and Tyral.
Her father had been so proud of her when she’d been accepted as an Aliara. For days, he’d bragged about it to anyone who’d listen. Only the women with the highest power and excellent control became Aliaras. He’d even gone against convention and taught her a little genuine battle magic, although she’d never had reason to use it.
“You’re not due back in Court for five days.” Her father frowned.
She glanced over at him and for a moment, she thought she saw amusement in his silver eyes. “I know, but I won’t be there long.”
“Why don
’t you just say it?” Gervis Moshen smiled. “You looked like a well-fed misakat when you came home, content and holding your secrets close. A day after that you became dizzy when you stood up quickly. The next day, you nearly fell down the stairs.”
Karissa blushed, her face glowing bright red. She hadn’t known she’d been that obvious.
“I knew you’d met someone while you were trapped. I also know you did more than talk.” Gervis laughed as her face again reddened. “I too was young once.”
“It’s…um…I’ve…uh…Ijina’s bonded now.” She fidgeted and looked down at her feet. She’d stood before her King covered in muck and not felt this nervous, this embarrassed.
His eyes widened. “Is it one of the men you met before you came back from finding the Princes of Volir?”
She shook her head. “No, it’s the Princes of Volir—both of them.”
He frowned. “And you didn’t know before you left them that you were their mate?”
“No.” She grimaced. “That thing about knowing your mate when you meet him, being able to tell when your spirit forms the bond apparently isn’t always true.”
“Which is why you’re here when Ijina is pregnant.” He nodded. “I had wondered about that.”
Her eyes snapped up to meet her father’s. “How do you know that Ijina is pregnant?”
“There are only a few reasons for the signs you were exhibiting, Rissa. That was the only one that made any sense.” Her father shook his head. “Go to them. Send word to us when your wedding will be. We’ll be there.”
Karissa turned to leave, but turned back to look at her mother and father for a moment. A sudden rush of anxiety hit her. For a moment, she wanted to go back and sit down, just stay there. She knew that was impossible, but walking away from everything she knew wasn’t easy.