by Garnet Hart
Holy...!
He bent, grabbing his balls. Fuck! He didn’t see that coming, not even with his enhanced agility and speed.
He heard footsteps running up the stairs. He wiped the grimace off his face and stood straight.
Just in time, Ceres came, along with Olivia.
“Are you okay?” Olivia asked.
“The Elf went berserk,” he simply said and left.
“That’s what you get for being so mean,” Ceres taunted and laughed.
As he descended the stairs, the two ladies did not stop laughing.
Blasted women!
Chapter 13
Asra ignored Lior who just entered the barn and continued connecting the sucking device onto the cow’s udder. It was five in the morning but she was already there working. It was to keep her occupied than lying in bed unable to sleep.
This Lycan’s arrogance really got to her yesterday. How dare he tell her that she was nothing but a sex slave? That was probably the reason why he never even looked guilty for deceiving her, because to him, she was nothing but a plaything to assuage his lust with.
They both went on with their tasks in total silence. She didn’t even know what he was doing. She didn’t care. But she couldn’t ignore his scent that was wafting in the air. What was that scent? It was so fresh, like citrus and some sort of very masculine aroma she’d never smelled before. It was intoxicating her, making her quiver all over until she was tempted to come closer to him and inhale him deeper into her lungs.
Around half an hour later, when she thought she could no longer tolerate the silence, another person stepped in.
What luck! It was the blabber mouth.
Bran didn’t say a word as he walked around the barn, looking at the cows and some horses, but when he finally spoke, his words shocked her.
“So, these are the cows you’ve been fucking?”
She turned to Lior who suddenly stopped working.
“D’you no’ see we have a woman here?”
“Oh, that medieval woman. She doesn’t understand.”
“I know what fuck means,” she argued. “And I’m not medieval. I was born in the fourteenth year of eighteen hundred.”
“Oh, I’m impressed. Not bad for a two-hundred year old,” Bran replied.
“That’s right. I’m as old as your great great great grandmother so you’d better respect me.”
Bran laughed aloud. “Yes, granny.”
Lior snorted. “That prick is more than a thousand years old. Dunna even think you’re a bit older than any of us here.”
“Oh really?” she asked but Lior had stepped out of the barn. She turned to Bran instead. “Is that true?”
Bran ignored her question and peeked under the horse. To her horror, Bran unzipped his jeans and peeped inside his crotch, as though comparing his thing with the horse’s. She averted her eyes. “What the hell are you doing?!” she squeaked indignantly.
“Would you look at that,” he mumbled. “Hey lass, come over here.”
“No. Leave that horse alone!”
“Just come over here for a second.”
“And look at your phallus? Never!”
“It’s as if you did not enjoy staring at it in the bathroom,” he replied. “Alright, my pants up. Come here now.”
She rose to her feet and turned to him. “What?” she snapped.
“Come over here. It’s important.”
Thinking that he could have noticed something wrong with the horse, she approached him.
“Is his dick bigger than mine?” he asked.
Her jaw dropped in further shock. This moron just called her over to ask such stupid question? “I should have known you’re not only a nitwit with a mouth twice as big as your head but seriously depraved, as well.”
Bran just rolled his eyes. “That’s not the answer I want to hear. Come on. Be honest.”
Asra glanced at the horse’s dick and to his crotch. The horse had just urinated, and hell, his thing was as long as Bran’s upper thigh. “Do you think you can even compete with that?”
“You tell me.”
She rolled her eyes. “Not even half.”
“You’re lying. Mine’s close enough to this one.”
“Why on earth do you want to have that horse’s dick?”
“Don’t you women love it?”
“Are you serious? Even whores wouldn’t dare touch a monstrosity like that. It will surely kill them.”
She heard a throaty sound behind her. When she looked behind her, she found Lior standing there.
“What’s the fuss about my horse?” Lior asked.
Bran turned to see him while Asra couldn’t speak in embarrassment. “We were just comparing dicks, ‘ya know.”
“Why don’t you turn around and let him shove it up your ass so you’d know how big his dick is,” Lior suggested casually.
“Nobody gets anything in my ass. I’ll die before anyone pops my ass cherry.”
Her eyes grew wider as the two argued. She was no delicate lady and she could curse with the rest of his father’s men but such language was beyond her.
Lior switched back his attention to her. “And you, I dinna expect you even know his size.”
Heat crept up her face. Before she could say anything, Lior continued. “Have you two been up to something else behind my back?”
Asra could have argued to her death, but the anger she saw in his face amused her. Two can play his game. “Why would you be concerned about it? If I can’t complain even if you fuck all women you see, then so should you not.”
Bran chuckled while Lior’s eyes flared dangerously, much to her amusement. “Whore,” Lior mumbled and went back to checking his cows.
Bran nudged her elbow. “Call him ‘cowfucker’.”
“What?”
“Just say it… aloud.”
“Cowfucker,” she said it loud so Lior could hear even at the end of the barn.
Lior quickly turned to her. She thought he was going to come to her and strangle her, but he just looked away and continued working.
Bran grinned and whispered on her ear. “Ask him, how many cows have you fucked so far?”
She repeated what Bran told her, but Lior continued to ignore her and left the barn again.
“He’s pissed,” Bran laughed like the devil. “Remember to call him that every time he calls you names. Or better yet, use it with ‘fuck you’, ‘cowfucker’ or ‘cocksucker’. Come to me after breakfast and I’ll teach you more cool swear words. Don’t use your own. They’re too outdated.”
Asra nodded and smiled. She felt better.
This was somehow strange. She never thought she could ever get along with this annoying blabbermouth, but now she realized he was entertaining, unlike that arrogant bastard who’d been doing nothing else but make her already miserable life even more miserable.
Lior watched as the helicopter that Lysander hired to pick them up flew up the sky. Finally, without Bran who had been nothing but a pain in the ass, he’d have his peace. But
Olivia decided to stay behind, and he wondered how much pain she would be.
His eyebrows met when he heard a cow mooing. He’d already put the animals in the barn and even counted them, but he probably made a mistake.
But the sound wasn’t anywhere on the ground. It was coming from above.
“Holy cow!” he exclaimed when he realized the cow, or rather a calf, was inside the chopper.
Bran suddenly popped his head out of the window. “I’ll pay you later!” he bellowed.
“That’s no’ for sale, you prick!”
“Heh! Then come take it back if you can!”
Bran’s laughter faded with the chopper’s sound.
That crazy motherfucking prick!
He saw Asra waving at the helicopter. He noticed she was holding a few notes in her hand. When Asra met his gaze and realized he was looking at the money she was holding, she hid it behind her back.
“They’re mine.
Bran gave it to me,” she said defensively.
He was suddenly enraged. “For what? As payment for sleeping with him?” Really, he would know if she’d slept with someone. He could hear her breathing and smell her scent from a mile away. And it wasn’t like any prick would still be alive if he’d dared touch her.
He saw how the male Lycans who came to the ranch to help with the cows looked at her covetously, the animal in them unable to resist her delicious human-Elf scent, but they knew who she belonged to and they would not dare cross him or risk getting in a fight to the death with him. But her apparent fondness for that crazy Vampire annoyed the shit out of him. Bran seemed to have taken a genuine liking for Asra, too.
“He’s not a sex starved beast like you.”
“You dunna know what a bastard he is. He’s a walking big cock with two feet.”
“At least he has feet. Unlike you, you’re all made of ground cock meat stuck together in a human form.”
His eyebrows met, could hardly believe the words she just uttered. “Has he taught you that, as well?”
“What about it?”
He snatched the money from her hand. If she had that much with her, she could run away.
“That’s my money!” she yelled.
“This is his payment for the cow.”
She clenched her knuckles, her tears glistening. “Fuck you, cocksucker!” she spat and ran towards the barn.
Lior was agape. Had she actually called him that?! The Miss of MacLeod could actually speak such words now? Her vocabulary was getting out of control, thanks to Bran, the lunatic who was rampaging all over Midgar’s modern lexicons of filthy languages.
He was not going to let this pass. Her bad mouthing was getting out of control. Perhaps he’d have to show her what the words she spoke meant.
He followed her inside the barn, his cock swelling with arousal with every step that he took.
“Do you even know what cocksucker means?” he asked, startling Asra who was kicking a pile of hay.
“Yes! That is you. A cocksucker!”
“On your knees,” he ordered.
She looked at him blankly. When she did not move, he barked, “Get down on your knees!”
Frightened by his tone, she obeyed. Her eyes widened in shock when he quickly opened his jeans. His rigid flesh sprang out. Fuck, he was hard and as huge as that horse’s dick and it was her damn fault! She could arouse him this much by a mere look, a mere pout, a mere smile.
She couldn’t take her eyes off of his cock, as though its glowing head and thickness mesmerized her.
“Take it in your mouth.”
Confused, she stared up at him. Her green eyes were glowing with both awe and nervous excitement. He could smell her arousal. She wanted his dick as much as he wanted to shove it inside her tight cunt right now.
“Do it.”
Slowly and hesitantly, she wrapped her fingers at the base of his shaft, where it was the thickest. Tentatively, she moved her hand lightly up and down, then slowly opened her mouth. He pushed forward and forced the swollen head right through her puffy, red lips.
He suppressed his moans or the rest of the pack would know what he was doing with the Elf here in the barn. That would endanger her life. He could control the male Lycans better than the females. The males recognized his Alpha stature and had immediate respect for it, but jealous bitches who were in heat and wanting his cock were very dangerous. They would hate it that after two centuries of celibacy, he’d rather lay with a human-Elf than with a Lycan.
“Suck it,” he ordered.
She did and he bit hard on his lower lip as the pressure of her suction stirred waves of pleasure inside him. His eyes were closing, but he wanted to keep watching her. The sight of his cock embedded inside her stretched lips was mesmerizing, a scene he didn’t want to blink away from.
“More, Elf. Take it deeper.”
She tried to take more of him, but his size was too big for her small mouth. But he knew she could take him. An Elf’s body was more flexible than a human’s, even though they looked more delicate. They could suck a cock right down their throats without the risk of choking to death, and he knew that Asra had that ability. He held both sides of her head and pushed forward, feeding her another inch.
It was warm and tight inside her mouth, and the way her teeth slightly grazed his flesh was driving him wild. He felt the pressure building in his sacs, and he couldn’t believe he was coming so soon.
“Damn it. No’ so soon,” he grunted but his orgasm was inevitable.
He must stop now. If he’d come right here, he would not be able to suppress his moans and the pack would know he had mated with the Elf again. He then must present the Elf at the arena for any other female Lycans who might want to challenge her.
Mustering all the strength he could, he slowly pulled out of her mouth, producing a popping sound as his cock was freed. Asra was staring at her, puzzled and confused, while he took several deep breaths before he spoke.
“That is what is called cock-sucking. I do hope you’d use that word with care next time.”
He thought he had managed to contain his lust, but the sight of her open mouth as she stared up to him snapped out his control.
He pulled her up and bent her over the pile of hay. He lifted her dress and tugged at her underwear, ripping the flimsy material out of his way.
“What did you do that for?” She tried to get back her underwear but he held her in place. “Lady Rochford bought me that.”
“I’ll buy you a roomful of underwear if you want,” he said in between rugged breaths. “But right now you will not be needing it.”
He reached around to knead her breast while his other hand stroked in between her legs. She was wet, but not wet enough.
A moan escaped her and her hands tightened on the haystacks when he dipped his longest finger inside her and his thumb massaged her clit. He wanted to prolong this, until she’d beg him to give her what she needed. But his seed was warning to explode and it was more urgent than anything else. He was shaking with his need.
He cursed as he replaced his fingers with his cock at her opening and unable to wait any longer, pushed in. She cried out sharply and he clamped his hand around her mouth, sinking two digits between her lips. “Shhhh.”
He proceeded slowly. He could have hurt her, and even while he was in a dire need to fuck, he did not want to hurt her in any way.
Gods, she was beautiful with her mouth sucking his fingers, mewing as she relished his penetration. Such sight heightened his desire to an intolerable degree.
Cursing and grunting, he began a series of quick, shallow strokes. Slowly, he sank deeper into her. But she was too tight to accommodate him completely.
He slowed down but pushed harder. When she mewed louder, he bent to whisper in her ear. “I know you’re enjoying this, Elf, but you have to keep quiet or someone will hear you.”
She whimpered and nodded her head, as though she knew exactly what would happen to her if anyone found out she’d had sex with him again.
It was time to quench his burning need. Keeping his thumb on her clit, he thrust harder, piercing through the stubborn inner muscles of her cunt until he hit the trigger. It only meant he was all the way inside her now.
He pressed his digits deeper in her mouth as she moaned out loud. Hitting that spot of her could make any elf frantic. She could not possibly help it, and so he had to be in control of her.
“Hold it down, Elf. I’m almost there.”
When Asra did not stop moaning, he had to shorten his strokes so as not to hit that spot. It was a delight listening to her moans, but not while they were in the Lycan territory.
He felt the pressure rising in his sacs and he knew he was about to come.
“Come with me,” he rasped.
Streams of fluid spurted out of him. He clenched his jaw in an attempt to subdue the need to growl out loud as he released himself to the pleasure.
At the same time, he felt h
er muscles tighten around his cock, and he knew she was about to come as well. Even in the midst of this agonizing bliss, he kept one hand over her mouth to trap the sounds she made.
She squirmed and tried to get his hand off her mouth so she could scream, but he held her tight. Although she was petite compared to him, he had a hard time holding her in place for he too was in the middle of his climax.
Finally, she calmed down and his orgasm ended. Carefully, he loosened his hand over her mouth. They both gasped for air as they regained back their strength.
He was still hard and would have wanted to go on, but he heard some footsteps approaching. Quickly, he withdrew from her and pulled up his jeans.
She turned around to look at him with dazed eyes.
He smirked. “Not bad for a cocksucker, Elf.”
Asra quietly knocked on the door of Olivia. She wasn’t sure why this senator’s daughter called her over there, but something told her it must be important.
“Come in,” Olivia answered from inside the room.
She opened the door and found the black-haired woman sitting on the bed wearing a thin sleeping gown.
When she entered, Olivia jumped off the bed and threw a crystal-like object on the door.
“What’s that for?” she asked.
Olivia smiled and returned to her bed. “Just making sure no one will hear us. You know, Lycans have this sharpened sense of hearing. They can hear even whispers from across the room.”
Asra stared at the object again. It looked no less different than those magnetic decorations on the fridge’s door. “How does that work?”
“Oh, you don’t have to know anything, Asra,” Olivia replied. “Besides, it’s too complicated to explain.”
This woman just insulted her intelligence, but she chose to close the subject. “What is it that you want from me?”
Olivia tapped the space beside her. “Come.”
She settled beside Olivia.
“Is there something between you and Lior?” Olivia asked.
The question momentarily stunned her. “Nothing at all. I’m an Elf, half Elf. And he claims he’s a god, and to him Elves are nothing but sex slaves.”