StealingFireCalibre

by Unknown

  He caught her scream with his mouth as he pulled back and plunged in again and again in long deep strokes. She shifted her legs around his hips, feeling every damn large inch of him, as her inner walls still convulsed around his cock. He groaned into her mouth as his tongue pushed in deeply, tangling with hers while she kissed him with abandoned fervor. Her body felt like a mass of boneless jelly as he pounded into her over and over. He knew she loved it when he was rough and took her hard like this.

  "Mine, mine, mine," Tuthal panted against her lips. She could feel his body start to tremble in her arms. He let out a long low growl then pushed his face into the crook of her neck and bit down. The pain suddenly shocked Tamara into a third climax, as his seed spurted deep into her womb. Her pussy clenched down on his cock, milking him for everything he was worth. After along moment of shuddering, he groaned and collapsed on top of her. The only sounds in the room were their rapid breathing.

  "Baby, as much as I love you on top of me, you're damn heavy," she squeaked. She felt his chest rumble with a chuckle. He pushed himself up, gazing down at her with the smile she loved to see on his face.

  "Mayhap, I should rethink the claiming," he teased. "You are sure going to drain all my strength, but it will be worth every drop. I will die a happy man of Kell."

  "You're a big oaf, that's what you are." Tamara was quite enjoying this playful side of Tuthal. It was one she had not seen before. Perhaps gaining back his soul had brought with it his lost sense of humor.

  He withdrew from her body rolling to the side. She laid her head on his chest and yawned. "Well you've tuckered me out, baby. If that was the start of our honeymoon, then we are going to need lots of rest to survive the rest of it," Tamara murmured sleepily.

  "Aye, my beauty, survive it for the rest of our lives."

  That sounded damn good to her.

  Chapter Seven

  Hobart Tasmania…

  "Mr. Summerton?" Nasten blinked through the dull human eyes. Oh yes, the man in the dismal grey clothing was using the human's name. Rattling around, banging against his possession the human man was screaming to be let out, to be set free. Nasten had managed to take the man's soul, possess his body and step back through the portal in what he considered record time.

  "Your soul and your body are mine to possess until my revenge is complete. Then you will receive the reward you deserve," Nasten told Darrel to shut him up. Yet Darrel continued to whine about the darkness and pain. Nasten wanted to growl.

  "Silence or you will know real pain, when I rip your still beating heart from your chest and let you watch it," he warned. The threat seemed to work, as Darrel fell silent.

  "Mr. Summerton, are you alright?" the human lawman asked.

  Nasten had gleaned all the information he needed from the human's mind.

  "Yes." He cocked his head and regarded the human surroundings he found himself in. An image of two women together caught his attention. He walked over and picked up the small, framed picture. The lusty full figured wench was the first of the women that Tuthal had shown him to temp him into giving back his soul, and the second was the prize Tuthal had offered him and was now his due. He saw the resemblance in the two women-sisters. He set the photo down to pick up a second. The fuller figured woman stood with a tall Kell man who was holding her in his arms.

  "One of my officers can drive you home if you like. Mr. Summerton."

  "You will find these women? I seek these women." He didn't like the sound of the human's nasally voice. But it was a soul and a body to use.

  "Don't worry yourself, Mr. Summerton. We will do our best to find them."

  "Yes, find them." The man was trying to lead him out of the very small room with meager furnishings. "I would like to go home now." The Kell had taken Darrel's human mate. Nasten knew if he bided his time, perhaps the Kells would come to him; lead him to Tuthal and the delectable prize that was his due-Tamara.

  "You may take me to my home," he told the human lawman.

  ~ * ~

  Crystal Palace, Kell…

  He couldn't keep his eyes off her. Every lush curve was revealed in the ruby red Kell dress wrapped around her body. The swell of her breasts and the valley of her cleavage were making his fingers itch to touch them and his mouth water to taste them.

  He had always admired the way the Kell women dressed, always displaying the best parts of their lovely rounded bodies to great effect, and now on these smaller human women it was divine. A servant bowed low as he passed. Penny glanced up startled. Adalardo understood she needed a lot of gentle care, a tender soft touch, to bring her out of the fear and repression she had been living under for so long. Already he could see her responding to his touch and kind words. He also noticed she wasn't glancing down as much as she had when they first had arrived back in Kell.

  He walked beside her, keeping one of her hands in his at all times, and showed her about his palace, enjoying her wide eyed wonder at everything he showed and explained to her. Penny had wanted to touch the glow crystals and had exclaimed in amazement at the absence of heat. Then he showed her the fire crystals blazing in the fireplace. She had wanted to know about the small things of the palace, like how they heated the water and moved it through the palace to the many bath chambers. She was even curious to learn about the tools the servants used to clean the halls, rooms and chambers.

  He had taken her into the meal hall and had ordered a banquet of Kell's finest foods be brought before her.

  "Oh, no," Penny protested. "It's late I don't want anyone put out for my sake."

  "You are my lady, Penny. They will be happy to see your wishes granted as they know it will please their king," he had assured her. "Feel at ease, my sweet. There is nothing you could ask or do that could ever make anyone think poorly of you. Here in my land all women are treasured. They provide their warriors with care, warmth, love and we in return protect and cherish them."

  "I've only seen a few other human women. How come Vanora is the only Kell woman I have met?"

  Adalardo explained why there were very few women; how they had been at war with their enemy, the Drac. How they had been lured out to battle while the Drac had ambushed and massacred their female population. Penny had gasped in horror. Adalardo could see the compassion in her lovely eyes.

  "You have no need to fear, Penny, the war is now over. The leader of the Drac is dead. Any surviving Drac have been scattered to the four corners of the planet."

  As the food arrived, he took pleasure in explaining each dish and which plant or animal it had derived from. She smiled while she ate, continuing to eat until nothing more would fit in her stomach.

  "In the morn break, I must tend to matters of the Kingdom. Will you do me the honor of being by my side?"

  A sudden concern flashed across her expression.

  "You really want me for your queen?"

  Adalardo nodded. "Yes, no other will do but you, Penny. I had a feeling deep within me, from the moment I beheld your lovely face. You are the only woman for me."

  Again she blushed prettily. She would just have to grow accustomed to his praise and complements, as he planned never to stop.

  "But a queen, Adalardo. I mean, I don't think I could handle such responsibility."

  He took her hand, tugging her out of her seat and onto his lap. He gazed down into the warm brown depths of her worried eyes.

  "For one, I will teach you all you need to know; for second, you have a great inner strength you are yet to discover." He placed his hand just above her breast, to where her beating heart lay. "The Kell people pride themselves on seeing what is below the surface of a person. You, my future queen, have great beauty and measure."

  Her brown eyes brimmed with tears; she threw her arms around him, her face pressed against his chest. He kept his arms tightly around her and swung his gaze around the room, pleased to see everyone else had made a discreet exit.

  "Adalardo, I still think this is some kind of dream, and I am scared I will wake up and you
won't be real, that this whole place won't be real, and he will be waiting to find fault and hit me again."

  He tightened his hold on her soft body.

  "I am very real my, sweet little red. Never shall anyone ever take you from me; never shall any one ever harm you. Do you trust me to do this, to be your protector?"

  She raised her gaze, her dark red lashes spiked with the wet of her tears. "Yes, Adalardo, I do, with all my heart I do."

  Unable to resist her pink quivering lips any longer, Adalardo dipped his head and caught them with his own. Soft and gentle he proceeded, so not to startle her. His kisses were something else she was going to have to grow accustomed to. He would demand them as a right of King and her protector. He pushed the darkening thought of her human mate to the back of his mind and focused on the quivering beauty in his arms.

  She gave a soft sigh. Adalardo took advantage of her parted lips to slip his tongue into her mouth to savor and explore the silken depths of her again. He loved how she tasted-like warm sunshine, a feeling that melted right through the skin to the bone, a sensation that made a person feel good and so alive.

  To his delight she responded with a more urgent hunger to his kiss. He slid his hand up from her waist to brush against the curve of her breast. Her breasts had been tempting him with their fullness. He was aching to touch them, now boldly did so. She gasped then moaned as he plumped her left breast through the material of her dress.

  Damn the moons of Kell. He was aching and with each of her positive responses, he was having a damn hard time staying in control. He had to remember where he was. With great care he let go, slipped his hand back to her waist, and ravaged her mouth a little longer to cherish her flavor before pulling back.

  "By the moons of Kell, I want you Penny." His tone was hoarse with need.

  "Then have me, Adalardo, I am all yours, and I never want to be anyone else's."

  Adalardo shoved back his chair. Gripping her tightly in his arms, he rose to his feet. Penny gasped in surprise at his action.

  "I'm too heavy," she protested.

  Adalardo growled, "Never doubt the strength of a Kell warrior, Penny."

  "No, never again, I love your strength, Adalardo. I love everything about you," she declared, as he carried her back through the palace halls, ignoring the stares of those he passed and a few giggles of some of the human women who knew the passion and delights of their Kell Protectors.

  She had freely offered herself, and nothing was going to stop him from taking her.

  ~ * ~

  An instant of doubt ran through Penny's mind, but he held her with secure strong arms. The heated look in Adalardo's eyes quickly erased all fear. No one had ever looked at her with such intense passion or reverence. It made her feel beautiful and alive, strong and confident. Something she hadn't felt for a very long time.

  A door slammed shut, startling her from Adalardo's deep gaze. He was kissing her again. He was always so careful with her as if he was frightened of startling or hurting her. Penny sensed he was holding back much of his passion in order to be gentle. But it was not what she wanted with Adalardo.

  "This isn't right," she managed to gasp when he let her breathe once again. Adalardo had laid her down on his bed. He raised his head.

  "What is it my sweet? Do you wish to stop; have I pushed you too quickly?"

  Penny's heart melted a little more at his concern.

  "No, I don't want you to stop. What I don't want is for you to hold back. I want everything you are, Adalardo; I want everything you have to give. I don't want you to fear that you will hurt or scare me, because I know you never would."

  "Are you sure, Penny? My desire for you is great." She touched his cheek, running her hand down over his neck to his shoulders.

  "I am very sure. I want you to take me how you want to take me, Adalardo; I fear nothing." A low growl came from this throat. Penny gasped, only to find him sucking the very air from her lungs with an impassioned kiss. He plundered and possessed every recess of her mouth as his hands slid along the curve of her waist to her lovely red Kell dress. And in one hard yank the material tore like tissue paper under his strength, strength that Penny delighted in.

  The lusty hunger in Adalardo's gaze as it swept over her naked body made her feel attractive, sexy.

  "So beautiful, all this creamy, soft skin." His large hands skimmed over her stomach and thighs, before crossing her ribs; his fingers tickled her, making her shriek with laughter.

  "And very sensitive," she gasped.

  He grinned too. Adalardo was handsome, but when he smiled at her like that he was devastatingly gorgeous. Penny had trouble believing this gorgeous King was all hers.

  "And all mine." The laughter turned into a moan when he took both of her breasts between his hands, plumping them, feeling them before his mouth latched onto one, sucking it deep into his mouth, his tongue flicking across her nipple.

  All Darrel had ever done was roughly grope before taking his own pleasure. Sex had become something she had to endure with Darrel. But Adalardo made her feel alive. He made her body burn like nothing she had ever experienced.

  Penny moaned louder and gasped as his teeth grazed her nipple. He let her breast go with a soft plop before latching onto her other breast, to begin the torment all over again.

  "Oh, Adalardo," she moaned, smoothing her hands over his broad muscled shoulders, loving the feel of smooth skin over hard strong muscle. One of Adalardo's hands had snaked its way down across her belly and through the junction of her red curls.

  Penny almost jumped off the bed when two of his thick fingers slipped between her folds to find her hot and wet. Her swollen clit ached for attention, as each tug of his mouth on her breast was making her clit pulse. She cried out when he started to rub her clit in firm fast circles. She writhed, panted and moaned over and over. Pushed to a height she had never known. Even the first time she had learned to pleasure herself, it had never been this good.

  She had not known pleasure again. Since she had married Darrel, it was all about his pleasure, not hers. She had begun to forget about things like the pleasures of the body, after years of not knowing it. Darrel had even forbidden her to ever touch herself, calling her a dirty, selfish slut.

  Penny's body began to tremble. She sucked in a sharp breath when her breast fell from his mouth. He pushed her thighs further apart and slid in a thick finger, twisting it up to hit at a spot she had only read about. Penny's breath hitched and a split second later she came, feeling it spear through her body like lightning.

  "So beautiful, they way your skin flushes pink when you come. This is something I know I will never tire of watching you do, my sweet little red."

  She barely heard his low husky voice as he slowly continued to push his fingers in and out of her.

  "Forgive me, my sweet, it has been a long time since I've had the pleasures of such a beautiful woman. I need to have you now."

  "Yes, darling, oh yes, take me." Penny almost moaned in disappointment when he withdrew his fingers. She gasped as Adalardo lifted her in his arms so she was straddling his waist. Penny hadn't been afforded the chance to look at the rest of his body or his cock. Darrel had only ever fucked her from behind when he didn't want to see her face.

  Adalardo held her in his arms, his dark intense passion filled gaze, staring into her brown eyes as he slowly pulled her body down onto his. Penny's eyes went wide when she felt the thickness of him penetrating her. Good god, he was big. She let out a long moan as his thick cock stretched open her inner walls.

  Adalardo suddenly froze.

  "Little red, are you alright? Am I hurting you?" There was concern in his expression, his voice strained with the effort it took to keep himself still.

  "No, I am fine. Don't stop, I want this. I want you, all of you." Penny gripped his shoulder and pushed her body down to impale herself. Not only was he thick but he was long. His cock was imbedded in her channel, impossibly deep.

  "You feel so good, so hot, by t
he moons of Kell, so tight, my sweet. I will not last with your tight sheath gripping me like this," he groaned.

  Adalardo held tightly to her hips as started to pump into her. She threw her head back and moaned at the intense feeling of him moving inside her. Every sensitive nerve ending was screaming with the pleasure of him filling her so wide and deep. Despite the first orgasm, she knew if he kept doing this, she was going to come again. She needed him to move faster, but was feeling too timid to ask.

  "Say it!" he demanded suddenly. "Never hide your thoughts from me, Penny. I am not him."

  No he wasn't, damn it. She wasn't going to let Darrel rule over her life any longer. She was not going to hold back from what she wanted. Adalardo had given her freedom and she was going to use it.