by Bailey Dark
Jase’s words came loud and strong into my mind, warming my mind, my heart, my soul, and tingling my body. “I’m coming for you. Be brave.”
I breathed a deep sigh of relief. He would be coming for me. We would fight them together. I could be strong and hold them off until then. I knew I could. I was strong. I could do this. He wouldn’t have believed in me if I couldn’t do it.
“And look at this guy.” I nudged the dead Bordash with the toe of my boot. “My first kill.” I immediately compartmentalized to avoid throwing up.
Time for thoughts of war. Not for thoughts of life…
Another thirty minutes passed without much happening. The Bordash were silent below. It seemed they were inspecting the tunnel and cavern where Jase and I had been camped out. The occasional knife was still finding its way over the Bordash body shield I had placed in the opening. I crept on my stomach up beside him, so I could see better and looked over the edge.
Just as I did, a Bordash appeared level with me, floating up to look over my ledge.
I whipped a knife at him with my left hand and with it came a gush of gale-force wind, stronger than anything the storm was blowing, the knife piercing him in the chest and the wind knocking him off-kilter and slamming him back to the ground and surely breaking his back. His scream was a wild animal, twisted scream that curdled my blood and made my mouth dry.
I looked at my left hand, stunned. The ring’s coils were writhing around my finger, the carbon gleaming. Had that ring just helped me telekinetically push air at an enemy?
I looked slowly at the ground and the other Bordash still gathered there and thrust all my Will into a knife throw with my left hand again and they scattered as the knife impaled the ground with such force that it made a small crater and the ground puffed up in a meter diameter from the gale force that came with it.
"Holy shit…" I breathed out, then crawled back further into the ledge, as more knives rained into the cave and I had to blow them back with a telekinetic shield. More Bordash had gathered on the boulders and game trail below outside the tunnel. There are a dozen or so of them. I hoped the Curans would find us soon, because, even though Jase was incredibly powerful, I wasn't sure how it was going to work out for us in this case.
I peeked over the edge again. Half a dozen of the Bordash had disappeared… Were they circling up on top of the hill above me?
I looked out into the lightning-ridden valley and nearly cheered, for there was Jase, atop a boulder, looking down at the Bordash, with a dozen Curans, fanning out, ready to attack the Bordash. His blonde hair was blowing wild in the wind underneath his cloak’s hood, I could practically see his brown eyes flashing with the light of a million battles won, his fists were clenching and unclenching at his sides, his cloak swept back by the wind over one shoulder, his strong shoulders revealed and making me desire him more than ever.
“Get back into the cavern, they are on top of you, scaling downward. We will take care of it,” Jase said to me.
I abided, moving back, but at an angle where I could still see some Bordash and Curans below. The tension gripping my heart was melting, replaced with nervous quivers. I was more and more relieved that Jase was there, and he was armed, ready, with many of his top-end soldiers. I was, instead, nervous for the battle, and nervous to impress, to earn, to deserve, my Alpha Warlord.
Then the Curans were floating up in the air, firing knives at the Bordash and the lightning was raging, and metal was singing through the air, raindrops were pounding, thunder was crashing, and men and women were screaming war cries or agonized pain in surprise at the sudden onslaught and firefight.
Two Bordash scrambled over the edge of the ledge and into my cavern as cries and commands rang out below. They crept toward me, and I flung some of the many gathered knives at them from my crouching spot in the corner, making myself a small target. The Bordash flicked them aside easily with their own telekinetic power.
I built up my Will and flushed all my anxiety toward them with an explosion of power from the ring hand.
The force of the wind rushing from within the cave sent the Bordash flying backwards, out and over the ledge, spiraling wildly over their dead comrade and tumbling down the cliff, bouncing off its edge, unable to get their own telekinetic's able to control their fall, especially since they likely weren't as skilled as the average Curan, and I leaped forward, continuing the pulse of air from my Will to smash them into the salt at the bottom of the cliff.
They crumbled into a mass of armor and cloak and white dust, a flare of black and white in the lightning's flash, red sweeping away in the rain puddles down the game trail.
I spun around, knives at the ready, as I heard another assailant land in the cave behind me. I pulled back to unleash the knife and this bizarre wind power I held.
“Vania! Wait!”
Jase held up his hands, his sideways grin and wild blonde hair the most magical face that could ever flash through lightning at me…
“You called me Vania…”
He grinned even bigger.
“Do you prefer Earthling?”
I wanted to run into his arms. I wanted him to embrace me. I wanted him to tell me that killing in war was a necessity and that I was a good soldier, and that I didn't need to keep a count of the bodies that might pile up as I went along this route ahead of me.
“Are you hurt?”
I shook my head.
“Are you—”
A dark shadow floated up into the air beside the ledge, and both of us ducked down, training our knives upon the shadow, but lightning revealed it to be Cassala.
“Alpha Jase, the Bordash are subdued. We have five captives. I would like to begin interrogating them. I think the cavern where you were holed up will be perfect.”
“Good. That is a fine idea. Take the team inside.”
“Would you like to post a sentry on this ledge?”
“That’s a good idea. For right now, please post a sentry on the boulder above the game trail where we first started the battle.”
“Standing in the rain? Why not under this overhang?” Cassala looked genuinely bewildered, and I almost laughed.
Jase frowned at his Trio and tilted his head toward me. “I have need of this meeting space at this time.”
Cassala shook her head. “I still don’t understand—oh…”
“Yes, Cassala. Now, please. Send out four scouts to make sure all of our tracks are covered, that we took care of all the nearby Bordash, and that we have a sentry on that butte. I will call him into the overhang when Vania and I have… concluded our meeting…”
I clapped my hand over my mouth to cover the giggle. I couldn’t help it. Jase’s hands were clenching and unclenching, as if he couldn’t hardly contain what he was feeling; was it emotions toward me? Was he so desirous of me that he was jumpy, edgy, unable to contain it?
“That will be all. Please inform the others that I want my privacy at this time.”
“We don’t have much time, Alpha. We need your direction and it will be best to attack Tarsine’s camp under cover of this storm.” Jase glared at her. She visibly flinched. “Yes, Alpha.”
Cassala shot a cool look my way but floated back down in the rain.
Jase grinned again as he turned to me. "Sorry about that."
“That’s okay. I appreciate you wanting to be under the overhang and dry during our meeting.”
“Well, yes, you see, I’m not the one that’s supposed to get wet…”
As he said that, he twisted his hand in the air and with a great magical nudge, I was pulled into him with his telekinetic powers, a force so uncanny and strong I didn’t know if I would ever get used to it. His hands were strong on my waist, his fingers kneading into my sides, his head leaning into mine, mouth close, as if it were greedy, wanting to share my breath…
“Is your leg better now?”
“Even if it’s not, I am sure they have brought more bandages…” I smiled.
“Good, then…”
With the most gentle movement, he brushed his lips over mine, as if he were painting a kiss on my lips with his, imprinting the definition of his lip lines on mine. He paused at the corners, and my insides melted. I trembled inside. I curled my fingers into his shirt underneath his cloak, feeling the depth of his back muscles flex as he picked me up and moved me deeper into the cave, away from the lashing rain.
He set me down and held me at arm’s length. He looked me up and down, appraising, hungry, demanding. “If I command you to take off your clothes, will you? I am your Alpha Warlord.”
"I'll obey your commands if you obey mine…" I said and slipped my fingers down from his back and around to the front of his pants. His eyes laughed into mine, and he dotted a kiss on my nose as I looked down to examine his belt buckle.
“What’s your first command?”
I pursed my lips and paused for a long moment before answering. My heart was thumping so loud, I knew he had to hear it. “Close your eyes…”
Jase looked stunned by my request, and he shifted from side to side.
“I don’t… I don’t know. Trust… is hard…”
“I know. That’s why I’m asking…”
I reached up and placed my hand with the ring on his cheek and the same electricity shot through us, but this time, the flashes arched out into the sky and seemed to meet with the lightning from the storm, ripping through the clouds and electrifying the raindrops so that they burst in tiny sizzles against the ground below. It wasn’t only his skin that glowed as the flashes from the ring radiated through us, I could see my skin flickering and rippling, and the tingles tore through my body like a full orgasm, such that I clung to his chest, breathless and gasping.
Finally, I looked back up at him.
“Just close your eyes… trust me, Jase… Trust me…”
He looked at me for a long, long time… What he was thinking? For a moment I thought I might have ruined everything… A spike of fear ran through me. Was that too much? Had I risked too much?
But, he took a deep breath, pushed my left hand with the ring on it to his chest, the tingles buzzing through us both. He bowed his head over my hand and closed his eyes.
I licked my lips and smiled.
My Alpha Warlord trusts me…
Twelve
Jase
I stared at her, stunned. Close my eyes? That wasn’t such a simple request… Since I could remember, I had been on guard, constantly aware, watching my back. Certain that I had to be cognizant of any potential threat. Though I had my soldiers down below, and the cover of a hearty storm, and I was surely in a safe place, and I knew, I knew, Vania wasn’t going to hurt me… That request still seemed like a stretch.
Just close my eyes… I can close my eyes. For her, I can close my eyes… I took her hand and rubbed it carefully and laid it on my chest, feeling that tingle, that buzz from the ring shiver through my body. Her green eyes were wide and adoring, so absolutely in awe that I was actually going to trust her. She knew how much it meant that I was giving her this.
Then I bowed my head over her hand and closed my eyes.
It was exhilarating and frightening at the same time. My heart rate was already high, being near her and the electricity that incited, but now, the element of fear that it brought was elevating the entire situation. What was she going to do?
I was giving her the command… Me. The Alpha Warlord. I was giving her the command.
For now, at least. We would see how long I could let that last…
"Keep your eyes closed," she whispered, and her lips were right next to mine. She must be standing on tiptoes to let her mouth be that close to mine. She slipped her hand out of mine, and I dropped my hand down again. I stood there, awkwardly, hands clenched into fists, eyes closed, listening to the thunder, occasionally shivering as the wind outside lashed a bit of rain that had turned chilly into the overhang. The cave wasn't that deep, after all.
The moments seemed to stretch, but I knew it wasn't more than a couple minutes, and her hands were back in mine. She leaned into me, and her lips were on mine. She entwined her fingers with mine, the ring buzzing against my fingers where they touched. Her tongue was the perfect pressure. I kept my eyes closed, as she requested, and she moved my hands, first from her face to her neck, and then she guided my hands down her neck to her collarbone—her bare collarbone. She wasn't wearing her shirt anymore.
I wanted to peek… Was she wearing anything any more?
A little thrill of excitement went through me.
She guided my hands to the swell of her naked breasts, and a guttural gush of air was drawn from deep within me as I cupped them and felt her pinpoint nipples. Her breasts were firm and full, perfect in my hands, and she moved my hands off them far too soon. She kept moving my hands further down, letting me trace the curves of her body without letting me see what I was memorizing just by touch. The curve of her waist was luscious, something I had already memorized just by general gaze.
I reached her hips, and they were naked, too. She wasn’t wearing pants. She slid in closer to me and tucked my hands around to her ass, letting my hands get two nice handfuls. I grinned and squeezed tightly. She giggled.
The giggle was just too cute. It was just too much.
“Can I please open my eyes, now?”
“Okay…”
I opened my eyes slowly, and kissed her immediately, before even looking at her body, letting her know that it wasn’t all about just absorbing the view of her body, but also about devouring who she was.
I squeezed her ass again, tight into my pants, knowing she would feel the bulge of my cock through the rough fabric. Time to get that barrier off…
Our tongues entwined and flicked for control until we laughed at each other and broke apart from the embrace, gasping and laughing: maybe she was my match… always up for the battle.
I spun her away from me so that she danced in a little twirl away from me.
“Of all the Worlds…” I said. “Damn, woman!” Her body was divine, and I was immediately ripping off my shirt and tugging out of my boots and belt. She stepped closer and helped me.
Darkness descended in the cave as the storm decided to take a break and we realized that we had been relying solely on lightning’s constant flare.
But that didn't stop us. Her mouth was all over me, and my hands were demanding she wrap her legs, even the bandaged one, around my waist as I carried her to a leveled part of the little cavern where we could lay out our wet, but at least less salty sandy, cloaks.
I set her down on the cloak on her back, her legs wrapped around me, but she spun around on me immediately and thrust her ass back into my crotch from her hands and knees. The lightning flared again, just as her gorgeous ass rocked back into me I smacked it so hard I left the imprint of my hand.
She yelped and then giggled again.
“I want to pull your hair. I want to take you from behind. I want to make you scream.”
“They might hear me.”
“I want them to.”
She looked over her shoulder at me, eyes curious. “Why?”
“I’m not sure yet.” It was the only truth I could manage. My mind was buzzing with the awe of it all, my body roaring with desire for her body, my soul mystified by what was happening. “Don’t worry. You’re not just a conquest.”
"That's good." She suddenly held up the hand with my family's ring on it, and she thrust it toward me. I was blown backward from my kneeling position from her so that I fell on my ass. "Because I am much more than that."
I looked at her, stunned, laughing. I pushed myself back up to my knees. There was a trace of fear on her face, as there should be. Technically, she had just assaulted the Alpha Warlord… I grabbed her arm and pulled her up to me, still on her knees. “Get up here.”
Her ass and back were against me, and I rubbed her neck, her breasts, her jawline. I kissed her neck and her lips as she slowly gyrated her ass into me. She played with my hair wit
h one hand and grabbed my ass with the other. I kissed her long and hard and then put my hand into her back and pushed her down to all fours again.
"Are you ready?" I breathed out. I was stunned that I was trembling. Her hand with the ring on it had been sending ricochets of pleasure through my body the whole time we had been kissing. I had no idea what to expect from what was coming next. She looked back at me, green eyes alight with a fire that I could swim in and nodded.
As I slipped inside her, she reached underneath her, and I thought she was going to play with herself, but she reached far enough down to be able to touch me every time I stroked in. It was with her left hand, so the tingles from the ring echoed through my shaft and shuddered in her wet, wet, pussy. It was affecting her, too, and she was clenching tighter than anything I had ever experienced. It was almost hard to thrust in and out. It was like shivers of shocks were happening before I was even getting her to orgasm. She was gasping and moaning already, and as I started to hit a rhythm, her cries got louder.
I gripped her hips and rocked into her. She pressed her forearm into our cloaks to hold herself steady as she played with the base of my dick and her clit with the ring and with every thrust in, I was getting deeper and deeper, and the tingles from the ring were getting more and more intense: and so were her screams.
I couldn’t believe how close I was getting, how quickly, but my mind was shivering shocks of fireworks exploding and I was seeing prismatic colors stretching across the cave with each lightning flash. Her hair glowed and wrangled the sparks of lightning and thunder echoed in the cave with her screams.
The ring's buzzing was becoming one with her own tightening and I was ready to blow. The orgasm mounted, and I yelled and gripped her harder and thrust with all my might into her body, smashing into her as hard as I could, and she screamed in a supremely silent moment in the storm, as if even the thunder wanted to witness the mesmerizing quality of our lovemaking and then I fell forward onto her as her shivering blows and aftershocks of her own, simultaneous orgasm carried us over the edge and she was breathing hard and smothering her face in the cloaks and her pussy was gripping me harder than ever and the ring hand was far from her clit, as if she couldn't handle that extra stimulation any more.