by Unknown
"Yup. I was shocked at first, but once I got a look at the Kell men, the hunk-o-meter was off the charts. I said fuck Earth, Kell's the place for me and I haven't looked back since," said Elly, with a dreamy smile.
"Ladies." The deep voice of the King startled all the women present. "Jane." The King smiled at her. Penny stood by his side. "May Penny join you for the afternoon? I have pressing business in the northern sector of the village."
"Of course, we were just discussing hunk-o-meters." Jane laughed. Penny looked bewildered, and Adalardo chuckled.
"I have no desire to know that that is. I bid you a good afternoon." He placed a kiss on Penny's cheek before swiftly making an exit as the women burst into a fit of giggles.
~ * ~
Penny found herself surrounded by women who were peppering her with all sorts of questions about the King. What was he like in bed? Was he married? What was going to happen?
"Ladies, ladies please." Jane cut them off. "Are you okay?"
Penny was touched by the concern in Jane's face. "I'm okay. Still getting used to being here, so much has happened in such a short time."
"That tends to be the common story around here. Don't worry though, I'm sure you wouldn't be in Kell if you weren't meant to be."
Penny smiled at Jane and glanced at the thinner woman, who she remembered as Jane's sister Tamara.
"Could you tell me how you all came to be here?" Penny asked the women. They were more than happy to relate their stories. The young male servants had brought them drinks and little sandwich-like food. Penny found she was at ease among these women; each and every woman was more than happy to be living in Kell and in love with their Kell warriors. These women lived in the Palace, but more lived down in the village they had visited earlier.
A few of the women were newly pregnant and were excited over the fact. One woman, Breanna, told her how she had suffered three miscarriages with her ex-husband. This time she wasn't worried about losing her new baby as she had confidence in the power of the Kell healing crystals. They told Penny how much better their lives were now they were in Kell, and they adored the men they had chosen as their Protectors.
All too soon some of the Protector husbands came to claim back their wives. The women were more than willing to be dragged away from the group, until only Jane and Tamara were left.
"Tuthal's out getting our stuff from his tower," Tamara said. "We are moving into the Northern part of the palace. I've yet to see it."
"Why don't we go find Vanora and check it out? It's going to take me years before I stop getting lost, while wandering around this palace," said Jane with a half smile. Penny was happy to roam around with Tamara and Jane.
Chapter Ten
Tuthal felt an uncommon, yet not unwelcomed emotion of contentment as he sat with many other men of Kell in the palace dining hall. Most of the mated men wore the same expression of pleasure in having their protected by their sides. The merriment was high as the women added to the growing happiness of the Kell people.
Tuthal knew he would be required to create many more portals through to Earth, collecting many more human women, before the Kingdom could be once again assured of a healthy population growth.
He also knew the King wanted to know the secrets of his cast. Some secrets he was not willing to give up, just yet. Nor the origin of the sorcerers cast, a line that would be eventually passed on to the children he would have with his Protected. She glanced up at him, regarding him with a small smile.
"Your smile holds secret thought's, my beauty," he leaned down to whisper.
"Yes, and you're not going to find out until later."
Tuthal chuckled, loving his fiery mate's boldness as well as the acceptance and love shining in her beautiful blue eyes.
"I hope you've left the bed in the tower," Tamara said when Tuthal had returned to find her helping the servants make their new chambers clean and tidy. "I kind of like the idea of having a seaside holiday place."
"But of course." He thanked the servants who had assisted in moving many of his trunks into the North Tower and their new dwelling. As soon as the door had closed, he pulled his woman into his arms. She accepted his kiss. But when he made to tug her towards the bed to ravish her, she squirmed and tried to pull away.
"No, no you don't."
He didn't want to let her go but he needed to relieve his aching cock.
"You deny me?" He was wounded that she would reject him. "I have great need of you my beauty."
"Yes, baby I know. You hurt, you ache, and you need my body," she teased like a temptress. "But you are going to wait until after the meal tonight. Wait for your punishment." Tuthal wanted to toss her on the bed and take her. He knew she wouldn't resist. But the thought of this punishment she wished to put him through had him even more curious.
"As my lady wishes," he conceded. He knew whatever she had in store, it was going to be good.
It felt like an eternity had passed before they were able to return to their new chambers in the North Tower. Once the door closed, Tamara ordered him to disrobe and lay on the bed. When he complied she removed her clothing, crawled up over him, and he let her place his arms where she wished.
Tuthal fought the urge to grin like fool. He tugged at the silk tie that held his left wrist. Although firm, he could break them if he desired to. Why would he wish to move when Tamara's naked breasts hung above his face? She was forced to lean over him in order to secure his right wrist to the slats at the head of their bed.
He glanced up at the wicked, seductive smile on her face. It was a pleasure to behold. Allowing her to have power over him as his 'punishment' had him thinking he should have let her 'punish' him long before now. His cock already strained, aching for her touch.
"Hummm baby, looks like your little sorcerer is eager." She glanced down at his throbbing length. She slid her body down over his, to focus on his cock. Air hissed between his teeth as her tongue darted out, giving his head a long wet lick before she pulled back to blow, sending spiked pleasure and pain coursing through his cock. She gave him a wicked smile.
"Fire demon," he growled.
"Uh, huh baby, it was the demon that got you into this in the first place. Now you are going to endure until I take mercy on you."
She traced a finger over his abdomen; he watched her take delight in his body, loving the way her eyes gleamed with admiration and pleasure.
"What are you going to do?" He was curious as to her next action.
"Shhh, baby. No talking, just feel." Tuthal was more than happy to oblige his sexy little mate. Like a screel cat she stalked up his body, lightly tracing her fingers along his skin. His muscles clenched at her touch when she lowered her head, licking across one masculine nipple then the other while her hands explored him. It was maddening not being able to touch her in return. Tuthal was now beginning to understand the 'punishment' part in all this pleasure. Lightly, she traced another of his scars. He tensed when she pinched his left nipple between her fingers. She placed open mouth kisses over his abdomen and side, wetting his skin, before blowing it with the cool air.
Tuthal growled low when her leg brushed against his cock. She sat up, appearing delighted.
"Baby wants to come?" she teased, sliding herself lower until the crack of her ass rested along his angry swollen cock.
Tamara raised her beautiful curved body to rub against it, before sitting up again. Tuthal watched as she started playing with her own body. Never before had he beheld such a sight. He had only known women to be pleasured by their men. In no way had he seen them take self-pleasure.
She squeezed and pumped her breasts, pinching her own nipples between her fingers, letting her head fall back, moaning loudly.
"Oohhh yes, mummm feels soo good."
He groaned again, watching as she splayed her fingers, running them down her body and down between her open thighs. He could see the heat of her desire, glistening with her juices.
She slid her finger over her clit and starte
d rubbing, panting and moaning. Tuthal tugged against his restraints. He was near to the breaking point of his endurance, watching his woman pleasure herself when he should be the one making her writhe and moan. Combined with the fact her ass was rubbing against his painful cock.
He growled. "Tamara."
She opened her eyes, glancing down at him. "I'm getting close to coming. Do you want to make me come, baby?"
"You know I do." His voice was strained.
"Want me to sink my tight body down onto your little sorcerer?"
"Aye!" he almost yelled. Her hand found his cock, stroked and squeezed, loving the feel of her soft flesh surrounding him.
"Do you want this punishment to continue?"
"I want you, now!"
Tamara gave a resigned sigh. She licked her lips and slid down further to lick his hard shaft in long slow licks before opening her mouth wide and sucking the tip and the first few inches of him into her mouth.
She could hear him growling, deep moans of pleasure, chanting her name over and over. There was no way she would be able to take the whole length of him down her throat. She swallowed what she could, letting her throat muscles work the head of his cock for a few seconds before having to pull back. Tuthal gave a guttural moan of pleasure.
"I want to be inside you when I come," he growled impatiently. Tamara sighed and pulled off him.
"Alright, I think you've learned your lesson. You can…"
Tuthal never gave her time to finish her words. Breaking the ties, he grabbed her by the shoulders and flipped her, placing himself between her legs then thrust into her. He screamed as her inner walls clenched around his cock.
Tuthal relentlessly thrust into her as deeply as he could go. Over and over, harder and faster. He closed his eyes, feeling the incredible pleasure come shooting through his cock all over his body. He shouted Tamara's name as he came. His body shuddered as he spilled into her before collapsing onto his side.
"You are the most amazing woman," he managed to say after a long moment. Tamara snuggled into his body. "I love you too, baby, and I have something else to tell you."
"What be that my beauty?"
"You're going to be a father."
Tuthal glanced down at the woman in his arms as her words began to register.
"You are with child?"
"Isn't that what I just said? I am pregnant with your child. We're going to be parents."
He gazed into her beautiful blue depths, seeing the love she had for him shining through. Joy of this news spread through him. Never could he have believed such happiness existed. Deep within his regained soul, she completed a part of him. And it was something he could never lose again. A child--it heightened the pleasure rippling through his heart.
He crushed her to him, kissing her with reverence and love.
"My beautiful Tamara, you bring me such joy. Without you even my soul is worthless. I will prove myself a worthy Protector and father," he promised solemnly.
"Well, you can start by not crushing me to death."
He loosened his hold, chuckling slightly.
"Apologies, my beauty," he kissed her face.
"I love you too, Tuthal. I love you so damn much." She sighed, snuggling into his warmth. Gently he stroked her back, holding her close to his heart, a place he would always keep her.
Chapter Eleven
"The time has come," Adalardo had informed Penny. She sat in the meeting room and gave them the information they wanted in order to retrieve Darrel. She was as nervous as hell and wished they didn't have to do this, but it was their way and she would respect that.
"We have an address." Drystan, Jane's husband was studying a map of the Hobart streets. Jane pointed to the street.
"I will open the portal on that street and hold it open until you both return." Penny gave a worried glance to Adalardo.
"Are you sure you have to do this? I mean can we just leave him there to rot and consider myself divorced?"
"Be at ease, Penny. He cannot harm you. This is the way of the Kell. It must be done in order for us to be mated and I to become your protector."
Penny nodded. "Alright, I trust you Adalardo."
"Thank you my sweet." He took her hand, raising it too his lips.
The thought of Darrel being here was not appealing. But Penny had a new found sense of self worth. She knew she could face her now ex-husband without fear.
"Drystan, Tuthal, let this be done, now."
The sorcerer turned his attention to her.
"Do you see the place of your dwelling in your mind's eye, lady Penny?"
In her mind she saw the little white weatherboard house, her neat living room with the two dark blue two-seater sofa and the arm chair Darrel sat in.
"See the street outside your dwelling," she heard Tuthal say. "Do you see it?"
Penny closed her eyes. In her mind she saw the quiet street in which she had lived. She pictured the small park just across the road where she knew a portal wouldn't be so noticeable.
"Yes, I have it." Tuthal touched her forehead with the palm of his hand. When he removed his hand, Penny opened her eyes, watching as Tuthal waved his long gnarled staff.
Before their eyes, a huge portal opened. It stood eight feet tall and five feet wide. Glowing blue mist swirled out, evaporating into seemingly nothing. Penny stared in amazement. It was hard to believe this blue portal was a gateway between alien worlds. All she had to do was step through it and she would be home on Earth. No, Earth was no longer her home. In a matter of days she had fallen in love and found a new home. Penny had no desire to step through that portal or ever see Earth again. She had no family, she had no friends. Everything she now held dear was here in Kell.
Jane's husband had removed his sword but placed a few deadly looking daggers in his boots.
"It's the white house just across from the park." Drystan nodded and motioned to the warrior by his side to follow him through the portal.
~ * ~
Nasten growled and paced the confines of the small house. The body he was using was in need of fuel, so he had consumed the contents of a cold box the humans called a refrigerator. He had been waiting for three days. The human law had come to question him over his wife and allegations' of abuse due to a long list of reports from the human's neighbors.
Nasten had no care for such matters. He ignored their questions, by asking questions of their investigation into the missing women. Nasten knew of course where they were, but he wasn't going to let that piece of information past his lips. He doubted these limited minded humans would believe where their women had been taken.
He was quite enjoying these human creatures. Their souls were unlike anything he had encountered before, so many choices of innocence and darkness. Very few humans had the same evil and greed as the soul of Darrel. Nor did he feel the presence of magic or any other demons. The humans had their own forms of worships, deities he knew nothing about, but mostly they seemed to worship things, such as money, sports and themselves. This world was ripe for the taking.
Nasten would gorge on the souls he could tempt into giving up then he would indulge in the pleasure of the females on Earth. But there was one female he wanted to take. Nasten knew the way to make someone suffer was to take what they valued the most. It was clear that Tuthal valued Tamara, or he would not have betrayed him and re-claimed the woman.
He would have to remember to thank Tuthal before Nasten destroyed him. After all it was Tuthal who had introduced him to the human world and all the wonderful human souls ripe for the taking.
Darrel still paced the corners of his mind. Every time he whined or complained he sent jolts of pain shooting through the man's conscious mind. Darrel had quickly learned to keep silent.
Nasten kept glancing out the windows. The night air was cool and the streets had stilled. He was using every demon sense he possessed to stay alert to signs that a Kell might be near.
As the night deepened, the more Nasten's anger grew. Not only would
he make Tuthal suffer, he also decided to make all those around him suffer as well.
Nasten had taken the human body back to his Hell Realm and had collected the necessary items he would need in order to break free of the confines of this human. Once he arrived in Kell, he was certain he would need it.
Then he sensed it, felt the power used to open a portal between worlds. A smile crept upon his face. They were coming-for the human Darrel. Predictable Kell. Nasten had chosen his target well. Nasten sat down on the sofa, pretending to be unaware of the Kell men approaching.