FirePrincesBride

by Rebecca Airies

  The silence made her nervous. Desperate for an inkling of what they were planning, she turned her head as far as she could manage. Callan knelt, naked, and paid loving homage to her breasts. His cock thrust from between his legs, aroused and appealing.

  Tyral stood a step away from her and in line with her rear.

  Callan moved back, his hands leaving her breasts. Karissa tensed and tried to hold back a pleading moan. She didn’t mind that he’d moved, but her breasts needed attention too. They were swollen, aching. He took the Fire crystal dildo and began working it in and out of her pussy.

  Callan turned his eyes to her face as he plucked at the nipple of the breast nearest him. “Beautiful little witch, how could you think of running from this? No other could make you heat as we do.” She could see his cock, hard and erect and was gratified that he was as aroused as she was.

  The flogger swished through the air and landed with a sharp pop. She jerked, her back arched and a shudder tore through her as a near orgasmic lance of pleasure seared through her along with the bright flash of pain. A groan rolled through her body and she pushed back into the hard, thick shaft of the dildo.

  It felt so good, but she needed more. Her cunt clenched desperately around the hard shaft, trembling spasms coursed through her body as a powerful orgasm built. Her thoughts splintered. The tight coiling desire pulsing in her stomach predicted a cataclysmic explosion and she needed to feel it, wanted to revel in it as it burned through her.

  “By the Veil, please.” Her hips undulated, pushing into each thrust, desperate for release.

  “Acknowledge your masters, little Ice slave, and we’ll give you your pleasure. You know you crave it. Master—it’s a simple word and will gain you what you need.” Tyral ran the leather tip of the flogger up the line of her spine. She arched beneath the whisper soft touch of the supple leather.

  Only a desperate, ragged mewl left her lips, but her eyes begged for release when they locked with Callan’s golden gaze.

  Callan twisted a dangling red nipple as he thrust the Fire crystal rod in and out of her slick channel. “Keep pushing, little slave. You’re going to find out what happens to impertinent little sitgas when they go too far. You’ll learn to respect us.”

  The leather kissed the globes of her buttocks, leaving pink stripes across the rounded flesh. Her body rolled, barely jerking beneath stinging strokes as she rocked back into each stroke of the dildo into her hungry pussy. Need roared through her in a continuous, unrelenting wave. Her breath came in panting gasps. Her body glistened, filmed in a fine layer of sweat.

  This isn’t possible, she thought as she drove back onto the hard shaft, shuddering. Her heart was racing, sweat glistened on her body and the level of sexual need tumbling through her body should have hurled her into release. “You’ve put an enchantment on me.” Her voice cracked as she threw the accusation at them.

  “Slaves come only at their masters’ command. You’ve shown yourself to be rebellious and would take your pleasure were you able. You must be trained to attend to your Lords needs before your own.” Callan leaned over and ran his tongue over the sweat slick skin of her back.

  Tyral delivered two quick swats, one to each rounded cheek. Callan thrust the dildo into her in swift, shallow, tormenting thrusts. She pushed back, trying to take more of that teasing dildo, but he pulled it back, giving her only what he chose. Pleading moans and mewls fell from her lips. Sensation lanced through her body, pleasure and pain blending. She wanted. She ached. Her body burned under their ministrations.

  “What are we, slave?” Tyral flicked the flogger, once, twice. Two more sets of pink stripes blossomed on her bottom.

  “Master.” She was ready to give them anything they asked. Need screamed through her. “You’re my masters.”

  “Suck your master’s cock, slave.” Tyral pulled the toy from her sopping pussy and tapped her hips with the flogger. “Crawl to him and make him come with only the feel of your mouth on his shaft.”

  Callan strolled over to the large chair on the right and took a seat. He draped his arms on the arm rests, spread his legs and sat there waiting, an arrogant, expectant smile curving his lips.

  She crawled across the soft rugs and rose to her knees in front of him. She leaned forward and licked the pearl of pre-cum from the darkened blue head of his engorged erection. A low growl rumbled in his chest and his large, strong fingers threaded through her hair. His palm cupped the back of her head, just resting there.

  “If you tease your masters, you shall earn more punishment,” Tyral warned as the soft leather brushed against her right buttock. “Give us pleasure and you shall be given yours.”

  Her mouth opened and took the rounded head into her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the tip, tasting him, enjoying his spicy essence. Her tongue circled and lapped over the rounded head as she pulled back, nearly allowing the dark blue head to slip out of her mouth.

  “Take it, little slave, or we’ll never let you come.” Tyral knelt behind her. His cock slid against her slick labia as his hand came around to cup her breast. His fingers plucked at a distended nipple. “You’ll learn to obey your mates.”

  Karissa gasped as fire streaked straight to her cunt. Her head bobbed, taking more of Callan’s cock into her mouth. She sucked at him. Her tongue flickered over the soft skin covering his hard length. Just his taste could be addictive. She loved that intan spice taste and the slightly salty zing of his pre-cum.

  Callan’s hand pressed down on the back of her head, urging her to take more of him. She obeyed the pressure, taking his cock deeper, backing off when she almost gagged as his cock slipped into her throat, but she didn’t stop trying to take him deeper. Her teeth scraped along his length as her tongue teased and tormented without mercy in her eagerness to bring him pleasure. A near purr rumbled in her throat when Tyral stroked into her pussy, sinking deep into her channel.

  Sexy growls of encouragement tore from Callan’s throat as she sucked wildly at him. His hips arched up and his cock slipped deeper into her mouth as his hand pressed down on her head. She took him deep, his cock sliding past the muscles of her throat. She sucked at him strongly.

  Driving as deep as he could, her nose pressed into the purple hair at his groin, his hips arched. His semen shot down her throat in pulsing sprays. She swallowed eagerly, her tongue moving over him to gather every bit of his cum. His hand relaxed, releasing the back of her head and allowing her to raise her head.

  Tyral’s hand wrapped in her silver-blonde hair as he withdrew and thrust hard and deep into her moist channel. A breathless, excited moan welcomed the pounding rhythm of his hips as he drove into her hard and fast. She pushed back into him, frantic, wild.

  “By the Fire, woman, you are ours.” Tyral surged into her, physically claiming her body. He gritted his teeth, stroking into her.

  Her heart raced, her body burned with unquenched desire. Need raged within her. She thrust her hips back into his driving shaft, taking that thick length as deep as she could. Desperation ruled her. Wordless pleas spilled from her throat.

  “Admit it, little slave,” Tyral demanded as his hand delivered a stinging, open-palmed smack to her thigh.

  Her pussy clenched and the wave of heated pleasure-pain that hit her drew a scream from her lips and tears from her eyes. She arched into his driving cock, her body aching for the bliss.

  “Goddess, please, I’m yours…” She panted, her body straining, reaching for the release it needed. Her eyes locked with Callan’s.

  Tyral rammed into her. “Come now. Give me your pleasure.”

  Tyral’s hands grasped her hips as his shaft shuttled back and forth, going deep and hard with each stroke. She came, her vaginal muscles clenching, pulling, as wave after wave of hot delight rolled through her body. Her body trembled and a low, hoarse cry welled from her. As the ecstasy poured through her, she felt as if the two men had pulled a piece of her soul from her body, claiming it as their own.

  Tyral slammed into
her, driven to find his own release. His arms swept around her, pulling her back against his chest. He pumped into her, throwing back his head as he came. He drove his cock into her juicy sheath as his seed shot deep into her womb. He shouted his pleasure into her shoulder.

  She opened her eyes when she heard movement in front of her. Callan knelt in front of her, looking arrogant and thoroughly pleased. That look was so annoying that she might have done something about it if she’d had the energy or could move. She felt like one boneless mass of pleasure. The strong arms wrapped around her, holding her to Tyral’s hard chest were the only thing between her and becoming a puddle of satisfied woman on the floor.

  “That’s a good little slave.” Callan’s hand brushed across her cheek in a tender caress.

  She smiled, turning her head into that touch. If she hadn’t seen the almost adoring look in his eyes, she might have gotten angry about that comment, even if it was in the spirit of the game they’d been playing. She felt a deep emotion stirring within her and knew that if she didn’t already love these two men, she soon would. She couldn’t ask for more caring or support than she’d received from them. A smile curved her lips. They could use a few lessons in communication.

  Tyral slowly withdrew from her slick channel, his hand running over her stomach in a lingering caress. “Now, slave, go to the bathing area, set out towels, start the water and await us in an appropriate manner beside the tub. You will bathe us.” He urged her to her feet.

  Karissa resisted the urge to roll her eyes. They were still in the mood to play the game. She smiled as she began to walk into the bathing area, exaggerating the sway of her hips just to give them something to think about while they waited. She was more than willing to keep playing the captive Ice slave or any other game they cared to invent. Never had she imagined life with her true mates could be this exciting. As she gathered the towels, she frowned. Now, what sort of position would they find appropriate?

  Chapter Ten

  Karissa resisted the urge to throw something at one or both of them. They had promised to take care of her, to ensure her safety. She hadn’t known that they’d meant that they planned to stay with her nearly all day, every day. As much as she liked being close to them in private, she had quickly discovered that in public they could really dampen conversations and her efforts to get to know those of the Volirian Court.

  “I’m not entirely defenseless.” She glared at them.

  They stood together by a hearth, leaning against the wall. They wore the same arrogant, unbending look that they’d worn when they had practically marched her into the little room they’d found near the Royal Hall when their discussion had become a little too loud to continue in public. That look was infuriating.

  “You might as well be.” Callan’s eyes ran over her blue dress. “You have no knowledge of battle magic and it won’t be women or untrained men who’ll be coming after you.”

  “Then have a guard stand with me.” She swept her hands wide in frustration. Telling them about the bit of battle magic she knew certainly wouldn’t increase their confidence. “It’s impossible to talk to anyone when you’re standing there frowning at them.”

  You’re not a trained warrior. They only want you safe. Ijina soothed.

  I told them to put a guard on me. They are keeping everyone away—even the ones who just want to get to know me. Karissa glowered at them.

  How are they supposed to tell who wants to hurt you from the ones who just want to meet the future Princess? Ijina asked.

  I don’t know, but there have got to be some people they trust to let close. They’ve been sending everyone running. Karissa didn’t want to be wandering around without some kind of protection. She just didn’t want to be so isolated.

  “That’s not going to happen. Somehow, you would shortly have him trailing around, catering to your whims.” Tyral shook his head and waited for the explosion he saw brewing within her.

  “Arghh,” she groaned and turned away and began pacing. They weren’t even trying to compromise.

  “What? You don’t wish to be with us?” Callan allowed a grin to curl his lips. She looked like she wanted to do them some damage.

  She narrowed her eyes on him. “Don’t try to cajole me or turn my attention. We’re discussing something very serious here.”

  “Te tana, there is no discussion.” Tyral walked forward and took her hands in his, holding her still in front of him and looking down into her green eyes. “We won’t risk your life.”

  She gritted her teeth. It had been amusing for a little while, but their intimidation of all of the people who’d walked up to talk to them had soon become infuriating. Giving them the silent treatment was more of a punishment for her than them. They were almost the only ones around to talk to. They were also not going to bend on this decision. She glared at them as they ushered her back out to the hall.

  When they went to eat with the Kings and Queen, Karissa glowered at Tyral and Callan, still furious. She felt smothered by the way they kept others away from her. They were accomplishing their aim. No one could get near her to hurt her, but she was growing desperate for some sort of interaction with another, even if it was a relaxed conversation with someone.

  Tyral was left to escort her when Callan was called away. Things were a little easier with just one of them to guard her, but it was still useless to try to argue about their decision. She hadn’t had any success in convincing them that just staying near her, as opposed to constantly at her side, would work just as well.

  Just when she was contemplating trying to sneak away from Tyral while his head was turned, a message arrived from the Queen. It was an invitation to join her in her private parlor for refreshments and some conversation. She accepted the invitation with haste before Tyral could think to decline for her. The messenger left before he could put in his refusal.

  Karissa knew that he would have sent the man away with a refusal if he’d had his way. Tyral cast a hard-eyed look at Karissa, who was smiling. She saw his clenched jaw and could tell he wanted to yell at her. She knew that she was safe until he found some privacy. He wouldn’t start an argument in public.

  Tyral stalked beside her as they made their way to the Queen’s private parlor. His golden eyes and stiff posture tacitly conveyed his disapproval. After a brief knock to announce their arrival, Tyral opened the heavy, solid wood door. Karissa stepped into the room done in shades of amber and black with stark white thrown in as a contrast in the occasional pillow or throw. Two large, cushioned, comfortable-looking chairs faced each other. A table bearing a light snack on elegant dishes had been placed in easy reach of both chairs. Rugs in varying shades had been scattered across the floor and elegant, well-fashioned hangings decorated the walls.

  Very pretty, but still much different than what she’d known in the Frejan Court. Right now, she wasn’t worried about the thick door. She needed the sense of security.

  Queen Maya glided across the room to greet them. “You can leave us, Tyral.” She smiled at her son and patted his cheek fondly as she delivered the dismissal. Her golden dress swirled around her as she turned to Karissa.

  Karissa snickered, but schooled her lips into a straight line when Tyral trained a warning look on her. She’d won this battle, but better not to antagonize him unnecessarily.

  “But she is…” Tyral’s brows lowered in irritation. “How can you expect me to leave Karissa alone after what has happened? Don’t either of you realize that she almost died last night?”

  “She is perfectly safe in this room.” The Queen raised an eyebrow at her son and swept her hands a shooing motion. “You know that this room is spelled. Stop hovering over the girl. With all of our men on alert, no one is going to get near her. Let her have some space before you drive her insane.”

  Karissa saw that Tyral still wasn’t eager to let her out of his sight. Now that she knew the Queen understood the situation, she didn’t hesitate to gloat a bit in her small victory. She smirked at him and flutte
red her eyelashes as she waved at him.

  “I’ll return for you later. You’d better be here.” Tyral gave Karissa a hard “or else” stare as he left the room clearly hoping, that it would be enough to make her stay put. “You’re only safe because I can’t just drag you out of the room—even though I want to.”

  As if you’d be stupid—or even desperate—enough to leave just to defy them, Ijina scoffed.

  “Oh, yes, Tyral, I understand. The Queen may be your mother, but she is still the Queen.” She smiled as he gave her a glare before the door shut.

  “They are just like their fathers in that sense,” Maya offered as she gazed at the door.

  “In what way?” Karissa followed the Queen across the room and took a seat when Maya indicated for her to do so. “To be blunt, your sons make me want to…tear at my hair, throw things, kick and hit them… And that is just recently and doesn’t count the times I’ve thought about Icing them.”

  “They’re overprotective. Marit and Tovin nearly drove me to such acts before we were married, what with their ‘protection’. I swear that I couldn’t take a step without bumping into one of them.” Queen Maya’s eyes held a wealth of understanding as she focused on Karissa.

  “They’ll hardly let anyone come near me, much less talk to me—and those that do brave their presence are quickly scared away by their glares. I feel so alone.” Karissa shot a glare of her own toward the door. She really would kick one or maybe both of them if this continued much longer. “And they don’t bother to talk to me while we’re standing among the others. I might as well be alone and have a wall built around me. I’d be just as isolated.”

  “Their behavior will probably be worse tonight at the banquet than it was today. There will be more people in the hall than there were last night. They’ll consider it more dangerous for you to be there, but they know that you can’t miss the banquet.” Queen Maya grimaced.