FirePrincesBride

by Rebecca Airies

  “First…not together?” Karissa turned her head to try to look at him. She saw those sharp teeth flash in amusement.

  “No, not together, we’re each going to take you separately tonight.” Tyral stood momentarily, taking her with him as he slightly turned. He couldn’t wait to feel her tight ass gripping his cock. “Do you know how I want you?” His shaft ached.

  Remaining silent, she waited, but he saw her eyes flicker to the jar he held in his hand. She knew and from the sparkle in her eyes, she wanted it just as much as he did.

  “There’s this tight little pucker back here that I want to explore more. You’re so tight there. It’s going to feel so good when I push inside.” His hand slipped down to her buttocks, his fingers tracing down to that ring of muscle. He nibbled on her neck as he set her down in front of him. “On your knees, te thali.” He enjoyed the rush of heat to her face, the delicious scent of her desire.

  She turned and dropped to her hands and knees. He could almost see the need humming through her. Tyral ran his eyes over her golden skin as he stepped up behind her. He ran his fingers over the soft, warm skin of her shoulder and down the line of her spine. Trailing his fingers between the full globes of her buttocks, he smiled as he saw her shiver.

  Dipping his fingers into the jar, he scooped out some of the slick gel and rubbed it around that muscular ring. He moved behind her and placed the well-oiled head of his cock against that pink rosette. As he pushed his cock forward, the tight pucker opened, accepting his shaft. He groaned as her tight channel clamped around him. Tyral closed his eyes and held onto his control. He was close to coming and he wasn’t even fully into that tight channel.

  “That feels so good, thali. You are warm and snug here, wrapping around me as if you don’t want to let go.” Tyral rocked his hips forward until she had taken his entire length into that hot, muscular channel. Fire pulsed through him.

  Karissa panted. “Move, Tyral,” she moaned as she arched back. “By the Veil, you don’t know how that feels.”

  “But I know how it feels to be inside of you. You grip me as if you’re afraid I’ll leave you. You hold me tight, like a fist.” Tyral leaned down and ran his tongue over her shoulder.

  Tyral reached around her waist and placed two of his fingers on her clit. With two stroking fingers circling her clit, he slowly withdrew from the tight sheath of her back entrance. She tensed, pushed back as a small sound escaped her. Only the broad head of his cock remained inside of her when he began to push back into her.

  She arched back into the advancing shaft. He burned. His cock throbbed. Sharp need bit into him. He wanted to drive deep and hard into her, but held back, determined to give her satisfaction. The sensation was torture and bliss at the same time. He needed more, but each slow stroke felt like paradise.

  “Tyral, please, I need more.” Her voice trembled as his fingers began to pluck at her clit. A shiver of pure hunger coursed through her. “Harder, fuck me harder.”

  Tyral gritted his teeth as the muscles surrounding his cock clenched. He slid his fingers back to her honeyed cunt, dipping into that slick channel. “You’re wet, hot for me. Your little ass is holding me, pulling at me. I’m not going to leave you before you get what you need. I won’t leave you wanting, tana.”

  Tyral withdrew and then thrust back into her, setting a pounding rhythm. His fingers stroked over her clit and her body shivered with need. She pushed back into each pistoning stroke of his hips. Soft cries of need poured from her lips. The clenching of her rectum sent bursts of fire streaking through him, burning even hotter as his balls pulled tight against his body.

  “Yes. Tell me how you like it,” Tyral coaxed, his hips driving hard against her buttocks.

  He could see her body tightening, hear her need in the sexy moans and pleas. When his fingers stopped the circling strokes and once again plucked at her clit, she went over the edge into ecstasy. Her muscles clenched around him and she screamed his name, shivering with pleasure.

  Tyral pumped into her. His own control was ripped away by the milking contractions of her anal muscles around his cock. He stiffened against her, his hips driving hard against hers. He came, his seed spurting into her as a harsh, deep groan echoed in the room. Sweet fire spread through his body, from his groin outward. He trembled in the grip of intense orgasm, searing pleasure streaking through him.

  Tyral slowly pulled out of her, closing his eyes as just the act of withdrawal sent tingling sparks dancing over his cock. She was an amazing woman. Almost from the first, she’d begun surprising them with her spirit, her passion and her heart. It was little wonder that she’d found her way into his heart. He drew his hand up and brushed his fingers through her soft curls.

  Karissa was still panting a bit as Tyral moved back. Callan smiled as he noticed the glazed look in her eyes. She was beautiful, passionate and sweet. A very lovable woman, Callan thought.

  Anticipation curled through him. She might have just found pleasure, but within a few moments she’d be asking for more. He loved that nearly boundless passion within her.

  Callan knelt beside her and stroked his fingers across the sweat slick skin of her shoulder. She lifted her head and smiled at him. In her eyes, he saw the first flickers of hunger.

  “Lay down, tana,” Callan watched as she lay down on the soft rug.

  His hands skimmed over her arms, briefly capturing her hands. He seemed almost casual in his movements, but the heat in his eyes told the truth. Desperation burned there.

  “You’re perfect.” His tongue slid over his lips.

  He eyed her gorgeous, golden body. Her delightful nipples were already hard, reddened points, begging for his lips. His eyes traveled lower to her slightly spread thighs. He could see the bright pink flesh of her swollen, juicy pussy. He wanted to taste her.

  Callan lowered his lips to her stomach, placing nipping kisses on the rounded swell. The delicious scent of her desire rose around him. His hands slid up her ribcage to the mounds of her breasts. His hands cupped and squeezed the lush globes, plucking the hardened nipples.

  Karissa moaned as his mouth moved with tormenting slowness toward her pussy. He savored the salty tang of her skin as he made his way down her body. Anticipation of her ica berry essence caused his cock to jerk, beads of precum seeping from the tip.

  His tongue swiped over his lips. He craved that taste. His tongue dipped into her navel, swirling around the indent, causing her to squirm and arch her back beneath him. He licked at her folds of her labia, gathering the juices that had collected on those plump lips.

  “You taste so good, tana.” Callan felt a shiver roll through her and enjoyed her broken whimper of need. He wanted her hot, begging for him. “There’s a slightly salty bite, but underneath that is your taste—that delicious, ica berry taste that always leaves me wanting more.” He licked his lips as he looked up at her. “And your scent, baby, I always want more when I smell your desire. It doesn’t matter if you’ve just taken me.”

  Callan lapped at her, parting the folds with his fingers to pay loving attention to the hood of her clit. Her hips bucked up into his mouth. His tongue roved down to her slit and he drew the nectar into his mouth. He lapped at her, drinking in that essence and wanting more.

  She moaned and writhed as his tongue danced around her quim. He drank from her, slurping the cream into his mouth enthusiastically. Her hands tangled in the silky strands of his hair, pulling him to her as her hips rose against his face.

  Callan pulled back from her, his hands untangling her fingers from his hair. He looked up at her. A low chuckle and a smile curved his sensuous, cream slick lips as she gave a frustrated moan. Her hips punched up in demand.

  “Please…I need.” Karissa stared up at him, almost blind with need.

  “I’ll satisfy you, eli moru, but I want satisfaction as well.” He took her hand as he rose and pressed it to his hard cock. “Watching you come made me hungry.”

  Her hand encircled his cock and stroked up and down
the silky length, smoothing over the rounded head, massaging a bead of pre-cum into the soft skin. Fire followed the light trail of her fingers over him. Her warm hand danced over him, causing his balls to tighten with need. He quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from his throbbing, aching length. It felt too good.

  “Tana, it won’t take much encouragement for me to spill in your hands. I want to be inside you.” His leaned down and grazed his mouth over her shoulder.

  Callan pressed his cock to her creamy slit and nudged into the hot channel. Her sheath stretched around his thick shaft as he stroked into her. Her eyes fluttered closed and she arched her back as he drove deep into her. Her legs came up and wrapped around his waist.

  Callan stroked into her. As he moved above her, her hard, red nipples brushed against his chest. Tingling sparks shot through her with each tantalizing contact. Her nails dug into his arms as she tried to pull him down to her, needing a harder pressure against the sensitive tips.

  “Don’t tease, Callan.” She wrapped a hand in his hair and tightened her legs around him, trying to pull him deep into her.

  Callan rocked his hips forward, not allowing himself to sink fully into her pussy. His smiled down at her, enjoying her frustration. Her sheath clutched at him, trying to pull him deeper into her. As he withdrew, she arched her hips upward taking more of him into her hot slick pussy.

  “Please, stop tormenting me. You know I need you.” Her voice broke, need clear in every syllable.

  Callan allowed his weight to settle on Karissa’s body. His cock slid deep and his balls rested against her rounded buttocks. Her body tensed with anticipation, but he remained totally still. Her hips bucked demandingly against his and a sharp jolt of sensation tore through him, increasing the need to come.

  “Fuck me, Callan. Do you think to drive me insane?” She sank her nails into his shoulders and she nipped savagely at the side of his neck.

  His control broke. “Then take me, te tana.” His body roared for release.

  Callan stiffened and his golden eyes blazed down into hers. He began a hard, thrusting rhythm meant to drive them both to bliss. He lowered his lips to hers, sliding his tongue aggressively into her mouth. Their tongues dueled as his hips surged against hers. She met each thrusting drive with eager force, her hips rising to take his cock deep and hold it as long as she could.

  Karissa shook as a tidal wave of hot sensation slammed through her. She arched up into him, holding on tight. Her nails sank into his back and she screamed his name as she came.

  Callan surged against her. He drove into her, his hips pounding. He stiffened, cried her name and came. His semen pumped into her as hot pleasure spiked through him. Fiery sensation raced through his body, spreading until even his fingertips felt the sizzling heat. Nothing else existed, but the hot pleasure and the soft woman beneath him.

  When he could focus again, Callan looked down at her and found her gazing up at him with those brilliant green eyes. She looked well-loved and content. He could also see a little amusement in the tilt of her lips.

  She brushed a hand across his brow, pushing a strand of his purple hair off of his face. “If you’d chanced to find a woman not inclined to your tendencies, you’d have corrupted her.”

  It took a moment for him to realize what she was talking about, but then he chuckled. “You think so?” A smile tilted his lips. He withdrew from her and lay beside her.

  “I think you two like to get your way too much to let a few inhibitions get in your way.” She shook her head at him. “You would’ve coaxed until she tried it and then made sure she enjoyed every moment of it. You can be sneaky, conniving and demanding when you want something.”

  “And we don’t give up,” Tyral said, lifting her in his arms.

  “Would you two care to explain why you decided that I should eat from your plate now and why you couldn’t tell me about it at the table?” Karissa scooted over to the middle of the bed as he lowered her to the bed.

  “Ah, you remember that do you?” Callan slid in on one side of her.

  “You couldn’t expect me to let that pass without some comment.” She shot an incredulous look at him.

  “When I picked up your goblet to fill it with wine, I noticed a liquid down in the bowl.” Callan drew his hand over the flat of her midriff. “It might have been nothing more than a bit of water left in it, but it could have been poison. We decided not to take the risk. If they hadn’t tried, it’s certain that they would have soon. This will prevent them from doing that.”

  “They could poison your food just as easily as they could mine.” She ran her fingertip up the side of Callan’s arm.

  “Not quite.” He lifted his hand and smiled at her. “There is a very old spell on the entire palace of Baezid that would reveal any attempt at assassination of any of the Royal line. Also, we’d most likely smell any poison before we ate it or it came near your lips.”

  “What’s to prevent them from trying such a maneuver after we’re married?” She leaned over and lightly nipped Callan’s chin, running her tongue along his jaw and then over the seam of his lips. “Marriage doesn’t make me one of your line. It merely ties me to your line.”

  Tyral pressed up against her back, his arm hauling her against him. “If you’re trying to make me jealous, you’ve succeeded, love. Turn to me. I want some of your attention.”

  Her eyes twinkled with amusement as she turned to him. “So tell me what I want to know.”

  Tyral remained silent until her hands skimmed over his chest and her lips covered his flat, dark blue nipple. “After the ceremony, a spell will be placed on you to protect you from many things, even poison.” He shivered as her teeth nibbled on him.

  She blushed and tucked her head against his chest to hide the rising redness. “I should have guessed the spell would include protection from poison as well as the more common threats.”

  “Why don’t you just put the spell on me before the ceremony? In the Frejan Realm, the prospective bride is protected from almost the moment she’s found.” She lifted her head and looked up at him.

  “This isn’t the Frejan Realm.” Callan drew his finger up her arm. By the Fires, he wanted to put the spell on her now. He wanted her safe, protected. “There are a number of strictures that Tyral and I can bypass or change, but this isn’t one of them. It’s one of our oldest customs.”

  “Sleep, te tana,” Tyral urged. “Your family arrives tomorrow. You wouldn’t want them to think that you were unhappy with your mates, would you?”

  She chuckled, shaking her head at them. “You don’t know my family. If they thought I was unhappy, they’d be talking to me most likely, not you. My family believes in taking action, changing the situation if it doesn’t suit.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Karissa paid her debt to Rana. Her friend now wore the silver necklace which boasted one of the rare, blue Frejan Tamish stones. She took great delight in explaining to any who asked where and why she’d gotten it.

  The next day and the days following it passed in a rush of activity, but there were no further attempts on her life. Tyral and Callan found staunch allies in her father and brothers in their efforts to keep her safe. Her father and brothers agreed with every precaution that Tyral and Callan had taken. They also gained support in guard duty. When she wasn’t escorted by her future husbands, her father and brothers escorted her. Tyral and Callan felt safe leaving her in the care of her family, because they wouldn’t allow her to take any foolish risks with her life.

  Karissa used the time with her family, especially the time she spent with her mother, to talk about her worries. With each passing day, in spite of the lack of action by the Royalists, her nerves stretched tighter. She knew that these men were committed to their cause. They wouldn’t give up just because she was guarded. There was no doubt that they were prepared to die for their cause. The closer the day of the wedding drew, the greater the threat became. After the wedding, they would have to wait for the next
generation.

  This wasn’t how she’d envisioned the days before her wedding when she’d thought of them before she met Tyral and Callan. She’d always thought that if she was nervous or worried at all, it would be simple bridal jitters. Worries of starting a new life away from everything she knew. Assassins trying to kill her had never entered her mind.

  Karissa stood before the mirror admiring the fit of her wedding gown. It was almost time for the wedding. Her mother and Rana had helped her to dress and had left to await the beginning of the wedding in the large Royal Hall.

  The dress was traditional Volirian wedding garb in deference to the culture she was joining. The red and yellow material shimmered in the soft light and clung to her curves. It fell in soft folds to the floor. Her silver blonde hair was arranged on top of her head and ornamented with jewels of both Fire crystal and Ice crystal. The effect was stunning, but she wasn’t used to wearing red.

  All questions of its suitability flew from her mind when she saw her men’s reactions. She’d never felt more beautiful than she did when Tyral and Callan came into the room and stopped only a step away from the door and simply stared. Their eyes seemed to blaze like molten gold as they ran over her. They strode forward and circled her.

  They were so handsome in their formal attire. Callan wore a red shirt stitched with golden threads. His black pants were stitched with red and gold in a spiraling design down the outside seam of the legs. Her eyes slid lower and she saw a reflection of her dress in the highly polished leather of his black boots.

  She turned her gaze to Tyral. His shirt was gold stitched with red threads in an intricate pattern. His black pants molded to his legs, the stitching rippling as he moved. The black boots on his large feet gleamed.

  “By the Veil, you’re beautiful in the colors of the Volirian Court,” Tyral breathed. The red and gold highlighted the silver of her hair and enhanced the golden tone of her skin.

  “It’s almost time for the ceremony. We’re going to escort you to a room just to the side of the Royal Hall. It’s protected by a spell so you can be sure you’ll be safe there. The only time you’ll be vulnerable is on the short walk across the Hall to us. We have men spread through the Hall to ensure your protection as you complete your symbolic walk away from your old life.” Callan cradled her hand in his.