Empress Hiding

by Y. M. Roger

  “Ashia!” Still no gentleness although, this time, the volume was much more pronounced and strident as he took two more long steps toward her.

  Mysstree stilled in her progress only momentarily and laughed nervously as she waved a hand dismissively back toward Kilgar as she made herself take that first step.

  “It is alright, Capt … uhm, Kilgar,” Mysstree turned her head back and continued to walk away from them, “No need for that word or other pretenses,” she felt her whole body almost sag at the realization that maybe it would have been better had Kilgar wanted her dead – at least then she would not have to think about how she was destined now to be alone for the remainder of her life up North, “You and Eniyi are free to find someone else more suita—”

  A much louder and more threatening growl of the huge demercriere surrounded them completely as Kilgar appeared directly in front of her and cupped her face with both of his large hands – completely taking Mysstree by surprise.

  “What in the realm of godsfall are you going on about female?!” Kilgar’s voice was all demand – the dominant Captain and pushy beast all in one, “The only one suitable for us is you, ashia.”

  Eniyi’s soothing rumble seemed to vibrate around her, but Mysstree still could not meet Kilgar’s gaze.

  “Look at me, ashia.”

  Mysstree glanced up and quickly looked away again, and, this time, Kilgar growled as his voice took on a much more commanding tone as he lifted her such that their eyes were level. He backed her up – albeit gently and with care – until she was pressed firmly against a tree – her feet a good bit off the ground due to their height differences.

  “Look. At. Me!”

  Not that Mysstree had a choice at this point – Kilgar’s face was a mere breath from her own. She caught her breath and held it as he spoke in a commanding whisper.

  “You might think you know ‘stubborn’, ashia,” a sly grin pulled across his handsome face making him the most incredibly attractive, and, oh yeah, irresistible male ever, “But you now belong to your match and then some in that department.”

  Eniyi’s chuckles surrounding them again as Miannmarr chided her.

  He certainly has your calling card, Beauty.

  A small smile tried to appear on her face as she raised her hands to gently touch his upper arms – the muscles there taut as he held them at eye level even though he did not seem to be straining, per se. Kilgar’s attention was drawn to those unique little hands with the slight fuzz and tiny black nails as the sensations they produced on his skin brought his erection screaming back to life. A low growl of lust rolled up from his chest as he slowly turned his gaze back to her, but Mysstree’s beautiful chartreuse eyes, once again, began to fall away even as her musky scent increased.

  “At. Me. Ashia!”

  The grin now reached Kilgar’s eyes and beyond as she snapped her focus back to him and stared into their depths. Her lower lip began to quiver as she tried to speak.

  “But we are –”

  Kilgar leaned forward and bit her lower lip to silence her talk.

  “Enough!” Kilgar’s breathing seemed to increase just slightly as his jaw clenched, “The only place you and your bags are going is back to the palace with us, ashia,” his grip on her tightened as he licked his way from her mouth slowly down her neck and up and around to the base of her ear.

  Mysstree’s entire body seemed to shiver with his actions as a soft yet vocal sigh escaped her lips as she felt her Miannmarr fall away and her entire lower body heat.

  “Smell me, ashia,” Kilgar breathed more than spoke against that sensitive spot below her ear as he felt her press those large breasts against his chest in an effort to pull herself into him further, “Put your adorable nose into our neck and hair and sniff,” Kilgar nibbled her ear, turning his head as necessary as she followed his instruction.

  As her lungs filled with everything Kilgar, and chills raced down her arms in conjunction with the moisture forming between her legs, Mysstree felt her body begin to relax.

  And Kilgar’s grip around her increased – one of his large hands moving to grip the lower portion of one buttocks cheek as his whispers deepened and became almost gravelly.

  “Yes, ashia. That is the smell of your mate,” Kilgar smiled again as Mysstree’s musk turned to a cinnamon coating on her spicy peppers, “The smell of him to whom you belong.”

  Mysstree tried to protest at his dominance of her, but all she could find was a long, needful moan of his name as, with each inhalation of his addictive scent, she felt herself grow with an urgency to be joined with him.

  His name on her lips nearly snapped what control he was maintaining.

  Kilgar’s desire to claim her grew exponentially with her sensual sounds, and he brushed a finger across her opening to test her sensitivity. The moisture there coated and ran down his knuckles, and Kilgar growled as Mysstree mewled in his ear.

  “Yes, ashia, you are ours,” his breath now sawed in and out of his lungs as he placed the swollen head of his rod at her entrance – he felt her needful whimper grow louder as he prevented her from lowering herself onto him, “Look into my eyes, ashia.”

  He had to have her.

  Claim her.

  Using her arms that were locked firmly around Kilgar’s neck, Mysstree held her nose in his neck as she continued to try to push down on him – she desperately needed to relieve the pressure and desire that had built inside of her – a foreign feeling that his scent and body contact had produced. She had never been here before – never felt these sensations and lustful hungers that coursed through her veins and fed the burning between her legs. She knew where she was because of her education, but the feelings and passions that flooded her were heretofore unknowns.

  Mysstree fought Kilgar’s order – gentle as it was – for her to look at him. She was beyond civilized control of her faculties, and all she wanted was him inside of her – his large rod she had glimpsed earlier stretching her virginity until all of this thrumming need was satisfied. She whimpered at his second command – this one more forceful than the first – that she look at him as she simply pressed her body down harder toward his erection that she could now barely feel touching her swollen and dripping urgency.

  She felt his almost comforting chuckle rumble against her taught nipples as he tugged her hair to pull her face away from him – forcing her eyes to his. As soon as she was caught by the intensity of his stare, Kilgar pushed himself into her tightness so hard and fast that Mysstree had no time to think about or process the pain that seared through her with his complete penetration.

  Mysstree tried to close her eyes.

  “At. Me. Ashia!”

  Mysstree’s eyes flew open. And she forced herself to keep them focused on Kilgar as she tried to breathe through the adjustment of being joined to this strong and, yes, extremely large male.

  “You belong to us, ashia,” Kilgar held her body to his as he stilled to allow her body a few moments to adjust to their joining, “Your life is ours, and ours is yours,” the words were whispered across her face as he leaned his forehead against hers.

  A shaky smile was his reward along with just a slight nod of her as her trembling slowly decreased.

  “Yours, my Kilgar,” timid and almost pained, but filled with conviction.

  But when Kilgar finally started to move in and out of her with a slow rhythm at first, Mysstree’s breathing relaxed even further – a true smile pulling across her face as she began to actually aid in their movements as one. Then her focus suddenly narrowed to the area below Kilgar’s chest – the sound of Kilgar’s two hearts drawing her full attention, and her breath caught on one of her enjoyable moans.

  And she flew.

  Kilgar’s name carried across the entire sky as Mysstree’s body experienced the first orgasm of her life – the convulsing of her body sending waves of bliss through
both of them – the result a droopy-eyed Mysstree who, while riding the lingering waves of passion, almost drunkenly lifted one of her very full breasts to Kilgar’s mouth. His eyes alight with an almost boyish mischief, Kilgar enclosed the entire nipple and then some with his mouth and sucked hard.

  Mysstree’s breath caught in her throat and she began to writhe as Kilgar massaged the hard pebble there between sharp teeth.

  “I … I nee-e-e … I nee-e-e …,” Mysstree was having trouble forming words with the pleasure that began to slowly engulf her again, but she could now clearly see the large vein joining Kilgar’s two strong hearts.

  Another chuckle bubbled from Kilgar as he captured his mate’s lips in a searing kiss before quickly pulling away – his thrusts into her delicious sheath increasing their intensity.

  “You have claws, ashia,” Kilgar had never let a female Blood-borne feed from him, but there was no hesitation in his actions – he knew what she needed – what his mate needed, “Take what is now yours.”

  Feeling starved and as if she would explode all at one time, Mysstree did not hesitate to rake a small yet productive gash in Kilgar’s chest and with only a slight lick to acquire the taste that would feed her needs from this day forward, she attached her mouth and pulled a mouthful of the sweetest nectar she had ever experienced.

  And with that action, she truly felt Kilgar explode – the intensity of his orgasm pulling a bellowing of her name from his lips as he managed to skillfully drop to his knees while still inside of her, the pulsing of his throbbing member rocking him harder than it ever had.

  It was Mysstree’s turn to breathe a slight giggle against his chest as she licked the wound to halt the bleeding – she moved her hips only in the slightest against her mate still buried deep inside of her.

  “Was I too heav—”

  Kilgar cut her off by capturing her lips in a carnal kiss accompanied by a growl and a slight tug of her hair.

  “Do. Not!” he spoke commandingly against her lips, “I could have simply been standing there holding nothing and I would have collapsed, ashia,” that gorgeous grin encompassed his face again as he methodically adjusted their positions without losing their physical connection, “That was the most intense experience of my life.”

  A blushing smile rose up into those fully-dimpled cheeks covering Mysstree’s face as Kilgar lay her down – her back resting comfortably on the thick layer of moss and grasses that coated the forest floor – their bonding act still in place.

  “That was … well uhmm … the first uhmmm …,” Mysstree fumbled around her words as she looked up into Kilgar’s strong yet patient face.

  Kilgar interrupted her with a gentle kiss.

  “I know, my beautiful mate,” Kilgar leaned over to sniff her hair as Mysstree’s tender channel felt him growing hard again, “We are your only – you will never know another.”

  Kilgar felt her tense even if in the slightest as her smile tried to fade, but Kilgar quickly got right in her face as he began to rock in and out of her again.

  “And neither will we, ashia,” Mysstree relaxed instantly and wrapped her legs around her mate – her actions rewarded with a much deeper kiss followed by Kilgar’s face being buried in her large breasts, “I plan to take a lifetime exploring all of you.”

  He sucked and growled possessively as his hardness and his rhythm increased once again.

  Mysstree let go of her worries.

  And let her mate lead them home.

  Rafal barely had the time to open his arms before Chiyoto rushed him and flung her entire self at him – her arms and legs wrapped so tightly around her Rafal that she shook with both the physical exertion and the emotional release that racked her body. Rafal could only close his eyes and inhale her wonderful peppermint as he tightly grasped her mane and supported her body with the other hand’s firm grasp on her luscious buttocks. Both of their eyes were so tightly closed that the rest of the universe did not exist at that moment – only the two of them – only the feel of each other’s breath on their necks – the warmth of the other’s body surrounding them and filling each with the sensations of completeness.

  Rafal’s hand fisted even more in her hair as he pulled her face away from him just far enough to look into her eyes.

  “Do. Not. Leave me. Again, shioliah,” his words were a whispered plea more than a command – his teeth clenched and his entire body just noticeably trembling with the depth of his feelings for her. Rafal leaned his forehead against hers and took a few labored breaths, “Ever.”

  Trembling hands made their way to Rafal’s cheeks as Chiyoto nodded her head repeatedly against his face, “I p-p-pr-romise, my Rafal,” her voice shaking with her emotions as she opened her eyes wide and let her thumbs graze over the outlines of his lips, “I prom—”

  Chiyoto’s declaration was interrupted by her Prince’s desire to devour her entire being – his lips crashing over hers as he angled her head just right to allow his tongue full access. Rafal only relented long enough to growl the word Mine into her mouth before driving his mouth harder against Chiyoto’s as he tried to impossibly press their bodies closer together.

  Through the world they had created unto themselves with their reunion, a soft yet imploring sound seemed to permeate the sounds of their own breathing and tasting. Chiyoto paused and momentarily pulled her lips away to try to locate the sound only to have Rafal growl impatiently at her and jerk her head back so that they were once again lip-locked.

  Chiyoto felt her breasts tighten against Rafal while other parts of her began to heat exponentially, and, almost simultaneous to those reactions, she heard and felt her Rafal growl deep in his throat which only increased the heat.

  Especially between her legs.

  As his growling continued and his nostrils flared, Rafal pulled back only far enough to slide his rough-hewn and beard-lined cheek along her delicate one to whisper in her ear, “So wet for me, shioliah,” his hand that supported her weight shifting so that it cupped her slit from the rear and rubbed her body up and down along his front, “And we will complete the Ilişki this time, Chiyoto Darré – you belong to me.”

  Rafal’s mouth crashed over hers as she wiggled and pumped herself closer to him – enjoying the friction of her body along his long, hard … Chiyoto’s eyes flew wide-open when she felt her Rafal’s member pressing against her. She caught her breath long enough in that moment of separation to realize that the once-soft sound was now much louder and sounded like … yes, it sounded like someone clearing their throat, perhaps?

  Rafal growled much louder this time as he tried to pull her face back down into his, but Chiyoto resisted.

  They were not alone.

  Rafal’s growl became a snarl as he opened his eyes, “I mean it, shioliah, I need you,” he managed to bite out even as Chiyoto continued to resist him, “Now.”

  She peered around Rafal and saw a very good likeness of her Prince except the other male’s hair and much fuller beard were black as a starless night, and, oh Makers!, he looked just like …

  No! Chiyoto pushed that memory away; it was not hers and it did not belong here in this moment; in her reunion with her Prince; in this place of belonging.

  Hondo cleared his throat a third time as he raised a playful brow at Chiyoto’s attention to his presence.

  But Chiyoto was still shy since she did not know the male and, even as her Rafal tried once again to roughly coax her back down to him, she hid her face from the strange male whose questioning expression also included quite a bit of teasing and laughter in his dark, masculine eyes.

  Chiyoto leaned forward just enough to bite Rafal soundly on his lower lip, the action effectively snapping Rafal out of his growling and lustful state as his eyes flew wide open only to immediately be narrowed at his Chiyoto.

  “Shioli—”

  A small, not-quite-devious grin broached Chiyoto’s lips a
s she interrupted him and indicated with her forehead only that Rafal needed to look behind him.

  “We are not alone, my Rafal,” her voice was low and still laced with her desire as a beautiful blush rose up in her cheeks at the realization that they had company.

  A deep chuckle rolled up from inside of Rafal as he turned them around so that he faced Hondo – his brother’s face a handsome portrait of love and amusement coated all throughout with a reverence Rafal had not seen before now. Rafal let his Chiyoto slide down his body to stand beside him although it seemed Rafal did not allow much space at all between their two bodies – his large arm keeping her luscious curves pressed against his muscular body at all times – his hand still kneading her flesh under his palm.

  “Shioliah?” Rafal’s voice was so very formal sounding at first that Chiyoto had to glance up at him to reassure herself that this was, indeed, her prince, “May I present my brother, Prince Hondo Sadid, ruler of the whole of the Southern Provinces of Bohrea Cardinal and second in line to the throne of the Bohrean Em—”

  Hondo cut him off as he fell to one knee – head bowed with full display of aegis and fealty.

  “My beast and all that we are and possess are yours, my Empress.”

  Chiyoto simply froze – she could not even breathe. Her grip on Rafal tightened, and she raised her face to look at him – her beautiful now-brilliant pink eyes looking questioningly at him for guidance.

  But Rafal simply raised an amused eyebrow at her as he gently pushed her toward his bowed brother.

  I like him, Treasure, perhaps more than your troublesome Prince. Chiyoto could feel the teasing in her Runa’s tone and emotions. His wartrige is certainly a magnificent yet humble specimen as well.

  Chiyoto let out the breath she had held since Hondo spoke as she walked toward her Rafal’s brother – trying to stand upright without being stuckup. Until she gave up on both and simply took the remaining steps between them – still warring internally as to exactly on how much pretense she should stand with Rafal’s brother.