Rane's Giants

by Lynn Ray Lewis

  He smacked her ass. “Slow down you greedy puss. I will pleasure you at my own pace. Right now Lion needs you to work on his cock. You have inspired that look of need on his face. My cock will bury itself inside this wet heat and we will all enjoy this time together.” His words helped her focus on the task in her hand.

  His finger stretched her tunnel for his cock to invade the depths of her body. Then he added a second long, thick finger and pushed them deep. He twisted his hand and reached around to set his fingers to play with her standing clit. The little muscle poked from its hood as he coaxed it with his fingers while she made gurgling noises on Lions cock.

  She swallowed, trying to keep from gagging on the thick meat pumping in and out of her mouth. Her orgasm was building rapidly, and from the sounds the men were making, she knew her men were close too. The slow glide of Nord’s cock pushing into her hungry pussy only enhanced the pleasure she felt. His thickness stretched her, as he kept running over a certain bundle of nerves deeper inside with every push and pull of his cock.

  With Lion running his fingers through her hair all the while telling her how wonderful she was, and how great she made him feel, and the taste of him saturating her tastebuds with musk and his own unique flavor, it might have been enough to make her pleasure complete.

  Combining the exquisite torture of Nord’s fingers playing on the cream coated little bundle of nerves of her clit, and the glide of his thick cock over that place deep inside, made her increase her efforts to please both men. She tightened her fist around Lion’s shaft and took him inside her mouth and throat as deep as she could possibly go, while shoving back and forth on Nord’s cock in an effort to bury him so deeply inside that he would feel the same pleasure as she felt.

  When Lion’s hands grasped her breasts and began pinching and twisting her sensitive nipples, she tried to cry out, but only succeeded in allowing his cock to venture deeper into the back of her throat.

  Her action triggered the pulsing in his cock on her tongue, telling her he was getting ready to come with her to that glorious place of bright colors and the feeling of soaring over mountains.

  Nord’s words tipped her into oblivion.

  “You are so tight on my cock, I want to stay buried to my balls inside your wet heat forever. Gods, the way your pussy gloves my cock is perfect. Watching you suck down Lion’s cock so deep inside your mouth makes me remember your sweet lips surrounding my own. I am going to come into you now, lovie. I am going to come so deeply inside of you that we will remember this time always.”

  Nord pushed her thighs together and began pounding her hips with his thighs, sending his cock as deep as possible with each stroke

  If it was not for the suction she had on Lions cock in her mouth she might have been shoved off, but she held on and let her body take control.

  The tremors began in her thighs and she felt the rippling deep inside, knowing her orgasm was here, ready to take her over and she let it carry her along, no longer waiting for the men to reach their pleasure. This was hers, and she reached out with all of her senses to grab it.

  Nord lay over her back and she felt his spikes sink deep into the spot between her shoulder and neck just as Lion released his seed deep in the heat of her mouth. The cock in her pussy pulsed and grew thicker as it began soaking her clenching tunnel with his seed.

  Rane was lost in her own pleasure as the men finished flooding her mouth and pussy. Knowing they all shared the pleasure was enough for her to let her body go, as she enjoyed the shivering tremors racing through her veins.

  Lion pulled her up, wiped his seed from her face, and kissed her. He licked his way down over her jaw and found the spot that he loved. He began sucking on the spot before sinking his spikes into her skin. This little woman had wormed her way into his heart without a bit of self-preservation on his part. He trusted her implicitly, and he acknowledged to himself that his trust was not easily gained. Yet here she was, so deeply entrenched inside of him that life would not be worth living without her.

  Each time they came together made him want her more. Just watching her walk, eat, or sleep, made him heat up. The thought of going around with a semi-hard cock whenever she was near, stirred the greedy fellow from its nest, and Lion groaned. They didn’t have time for another bout of lovemaking.

  “We need to get cleaned up and be ready shortly. As much as I would rather stay right here and make love to you, we need to move from this bed.”

  Nord moved away first. The last inches of his now sleepy cock fell from its new best friend, and he moaned when he saw the liquids soak her thighs in proof of their mating. The sight of her pretty ass still in the air with thighs still quivering forced him to leave the bed before his cock overruled his mind and sank into that tiny puckered opening, to bask in her heated body again.

  Rane laid on the bed boneless, and unable to move for a few minutes while the brothers made their preparations to join in battle. She eventually crawled to the edge and climbed off the bed, making her way to the bathing room. She found a bucket of clean water in the tub and made use of it. Then emptied the bucket and went back to the room to fetch her dress.

  Her dress was on the bed, but next to it was a small set of manly clothing. There was a pair of pants and a billowy sleeved pullover shirt with laces to close the gaping front. A small set of boots was next to the clothing, and thick woolen socks to keep her feet warm. She stared at the garments and turned to the men.

  “You are giving me men’s clothing to wear?” At the identical nods of their heads, she broke into a happy smile and ran to them deciding to tackle Nord first because he was closest.

  “I have always, always wanted to wear pants like you men are allowed to wear. They seem so freeing and warm.” She pulled herself up by grabbing the cloth covering his chest and tugged him down for her kiss of gratitude at the same time.

  Then she turned to Lion and he made it easier for her to give him his kiss by bending down, letting her arms encircle his neck, and then he stood, grasping her around the bottom of her thighs to hold her up while they shared a heated kiss.

  His smack on her butt brought her out of her thoughts of sliding down onto his cock, and bouncing like crazy until she soared. She drew back and stuck her lower lip out until she saw the small red line on his neck. When she loosed one hand to touch and heal him, Nord took her hand and held it.

  “You will take his blood into your body, and then you will take mine. A few sips will do, but if you feel the need for more, drink deeply. This will strengthen our mating bond, and enhance our awareness for each other. Lion and I need this before you go anywhere outside of the castle. So drink, lovie, drink and enjoy as we enjoyed the taste of you in our bed.”

  Rane stared at the thin red line that was seeping a small trail of blood onto his shoulder, and she leaned in to lick that trail. As she moved up to the slit on his skin, she found the taste of his blood to be heady indeed. There was only a slight metallic taste, the spicy flavor was predominant, and she loved it.

  Rane was breathing heavily when Lion passed her to his brother. Her body was writhing in need as she wrapped her legs around Nord’s hips and rubbed her breasts over the rough texture of the vest he wore. The whimpers coming from her throat as she latched onto his neck became moans of satisfaction when Lion slid into her clenching hole from behind.

  Just the taste of their blood flowing into her mouth stimulated her body so easily, that she instantly felt a need so desperate she would do anything to have one of their thick cocks inside of her.

  Lion pulled his cock from her drenched pussy and Nord replaced it with his, making her groan of disappointment turn to a gurgle of happiness. On his downward stroke she felt Lion at her asshole and relaxed her tensed thighs allowing his thick cock to enter her heated tunnel. The stretching burn of his cock invading her nerve riddled ass made her whimper and seek Nord’s cock to fill her needy pussy too.

  Nord’s cock rubbed over her clit until Lion’s cock pulled almost out, a
nd then slammed to the hilt in her clenching asshole. The men took turns filling her until the pace she wanted became too frenzied to continue the point counterpoint rhythm. Both men slammed as deeply as they could go, while Rane threw her head back and screamed her pleasures aloud. Their voices joined hers as both cocks flooded her clenching holes with their seed.

  Still tightly held between the men, she felt their cocks soften and begin to slide from her body. She noticed that her fingers from each hand were still clutching her own nipples tightly so she let them lose. The blood returning to her abused nipples began to send painful stimulation through her body, and straight to her pussy. She began impaling herself onto Nord’s softening cock, riding out her sudden need, until she lay against his chest gasping for air, while her body gave up the last twitches of the unexpected orgasm.

  Chapter Twelve

  Rane sat in the middle of a tall thickly branched Maple tree. She tried to assure her men that she would be fine on the ground, but they would not budge. So here she was, watching the battle unfold a short distance away.

  As soon as she was sent up the tree, Lion transformed into the largest, most fearsome cat she could imagine. The sharp ridges following his backbone and the hardened plates of fur covered bone covering his front and rear legs were strange to see as he moved. They flexed as his muscles did, yet from what she could see below, the plates were harder than any shield made.

  The mercenaries had already met, and were heading toward Tremble Castle before the Lords’ Tremble and their soldiers came upon them. From her perch, Rane counted fifty mercenaries on the ground fighting, with more in the air fighting against Tremble Hawks.

  Tremble’s fighters were organized and winning the battle, but the mercenaries were desperate and fighting for their lives.

  She watched Mouse as he seemed to be gleefully sneaking up behind the non-shifter enemy, picking out one, and scaring the man before he had a chance to pull up his sword. His tiny front hands latched onto the terrified enemy’s ears and then he gave them each a rat’s version of the kiss of death before dripping his venom into their gaping mouths.

  Hawk was appointed her guardian in the sky. Everytime she glanced up his large body was circling overhead. Right now he was engaged in a battle with another hawk and it was a vicious scene. Feathers flew in every direction and the screams of the birds was almost deafening. Finally one bird fell from the sky. His wingtip followed the rapid descent of its body and landed fifty yards from the broken body.

  Rane stared at the bird still flying and was certain it was Hawk when his pattern continued to circle her hiding place.

  Drago had three animals to call. His dragon, which was his favored form, a large muscular grey and black wolf, and a cat similar to Lion’s cats, only Drago’s cat was a beautiful black cat, was lost to her sight in numerous tangles of snarling, biting fur. She could see why her men preferred to use the other animals at their disposal.

  Nord, in his favorite bear form, was leisurely smacking wolves around like they were children’s toys. Once down, the enemy in whatever form, human or animal, was crushed beneath his heavy paws. Then he snapped their necks with his jaws, or when he hit them, his paw broke their necks without further ado.

  Lion was either showing off, or having too much fun to finish the battle and go home. He played with the men in front of him, just like a cat with a tasty mousy dinner would do. He had three trapped inside a circle. Each time one would try to make a run for it, he would swipe a clawed paw at them and slice another cut into already ribboned flesh. So far two were lying in the dirt breathing their last, and one still tried to fight his way out of the circle of death the big battle cat had him trapped in. He raised a long thin sword and slashed at the big cat. The cat just kept stalking him, until the man tripped on a root behind himself and fell, hitting his head. He did not move from there. The big cat shook his body and roared loud enough to pause many of the small skirmishes that were left in play.

  The humans from Tremble came out of the forest and began to gather any living mercenaries. The human enemy would be given a choice before their fate was decided, and while the choice was limited to either deportation as a slave, or death where they stood, the choice would be theirs.

  Rane climbed down from her perch now that the fighting was over. She would be needed to help those that were in need of healing, as soon as she could reach them.

  At the bottom of the tree, she stood to re-orient herself to the surroundings. The perspective from above all of the undergrowth was almost entirely different from ground level. She started walking toward the site of the battleground. A rabbit jumped from the bushes to her right and scared her until she realized what it was. She told herself to stop being such a ninny and get moving. It was certain that men needed help. There was no doubt her men were all right since she had watched them until the last minute before she began her climb down the big tree.

  Rane heard someone crashing through the scrub and smiled thinking it was one of her men coming to retrieve her. Her hasty dissent from the tree would save time, just as she thought. The shiver down her back, telling her that danger approached came too late. She had not paid attention to her surroundings, her only thoughts had been with Lion and Nord, rather than her own safety.

  The man that came from the dense brush was not Lion or Nord. He was one of the mercenaries. His rough shirt and unkept facial hair gave away his status. The human soldiers that belonged with Tremble forces would never allow themselves to look like this man. They had more pride in their appearance than this. They also wore thick leather vests deep brown in color with a wheel of beasts decorating the wide back of the garment.

  The man appeared to be as astonished to see her as she was to see him. She saw the change coming over his face and turned to run. She made it ten steps before he grabbed the back of her shirt and pulled her to a halt. She struggled with everything she had to get loose from his tight grip. All she needed to do was touch him for a few seconds, but he had her hands pinned behind her back by the cloth covered wrists and tied them together with the length of cord from his greasy braided hair.

  “You must be the animal’s whore that Lottie was talking about. Well I know someone who will pay handsomely for the Lords’ Tremble toy. Enough gold for me to leave this cursed isle and make a new life somewhere else. It won’t matter which one of us has you. If they want you back then they will have to pay the price. They will learn the hard way not to leave what they value alone. Someone might come by and find it and take it for their own.”

  He bent at the waist and put his shoulder under her belly then stood with one arm holding her thighs to his chest to keep her balanced on his wide shoulder. His grunt and the shaking of his arm told her that he would be traveling slowly with her weight and she struggled in his hold as much as she could.

  She hoped to unbalance him and slow him down as much as possible. She was happy the mating had given her the added height. While his arm held her thighs she drummed her feet into his belly. The more she wiggled and screamed the more he stumbled and cursed his way through the dense brush. She kept pictures of Lion and Nord in her head hoping they had formed the connection the men told her should happen after the blood mating.

  She pulled her torso up and tried to shift her weight onto his neck, and lifted her feet at the same time, and rolled, taking him down to the ground with her belly landing on his head. She rolled off him and pulled her legs up to get to her feet before he could recover his senses.

  By the time she got to her feet, he had gotten to his hands and knees. When he shook his shaggy head and glared at her, she kicked him in the temple as hard as she could with the toe of her hard-soled boot. His head snapped sideways, but he didn’t go down, so she stepped back and kicked him in the throat. She kept kicking him wherever she could connect. Her screams of outrage were fueled by fear that he would get up and again try to take her from the men she loved.

  The arms surrounding her from behind, and the soothing voice, final
ly got her attention. Her hands were released, and she was pulled around to see Lion’s smiling face.

  Lion and Nord had not gotten close enough to grab the mercenary before she brought them both down. The men watched as their mated wife took matters into her own hands and began to kick the living shit out of her abductor.

  They let her kick the man until it looked like she would fall down in exhaustion, and then moved in to comfort her. Lion spoke to her to get her attention, and Nord waited until he calmed her down, before checking to see if she had killed the oaf on the ground.

  Lion held her close and covered her lips with his in a scorching kiss. He let her lips go and looked into her eyes. They were bright green and shimmering with tears but they held no remorse or shame for fighting her attacker. His thumbs wiped away the tracks of tears on her cheeks knowing he would vent about the panic he felt when he saw her slung over the mercenary’s shoulder, later.

  He pulled her close to his body and rocked her back and forth, crooning words of praise into her ear.

  “I swear my heart almost dropped from my chest when we saw you struggling with that man. You did well and I am proud of you. Nord and I were coming for you when we heard your screams. Later I will want a complete accounting of your reasons for leaving the safety of the tree. Right this moment all I can think of is how thankful I am that you are alive and in my arms.”

  He picked her up and carried her. Her legs were wrapped around his hips and she wringed his neck with her arms, laying her head on his shoulder. His hands held her hips as they made their way back to the main body of Tremble soldiers, leaving Nord to deal with the mercenary. He was confident that Nord would make certain that particular threat to their mate would never have another chance to come near her again.

  Rane told him what happened. “I only climbed down when I saw the fight was over. I got turned around coming down the tree and then he was just there. He knew enough about me to keep my wrists covered when he grabbed me, Lion. He mentioned that Lottie called me the Tremble brothers whore. He planned to sell me to someone that wanted to use me as leverage against you and Nord.”