Rane's Giants

by Lynn Ray Lewis

  “Each time I see you like this I can hardly believe that you are mine. I touch your shoulders and chest and the feel of your skin and muscles go straight into my very core.” Her hands mapped his body as she spoke, “I run my hands over your thighs feeling each hair tickling my palms while I enjoy the feel of your thick muscles. When I hold your cock like this I wonder how such a beautiful part of you fits inside of my body so perfectly and it makes me wet and needy to be filled. The skin surrounding this instrument of pleasure is so soft and makes me want to touch you always. I love the feeling of satin covering the hard muscle of your cock. It is a difficult decision, to decide if I want to lick and suck.” Her mouth demonstrated for him the proof of her words. “Or, do I want to slide my body over yours, and have you so deep inside that you leave me weak, and bring me to the most fantastic pleasure a woman can feel from a man.

  “Your testes sac is so soft and warm, yet when I touch the skin, it hardens. I pluck at the hair and the sac tightens even more.” Her fingers matched her words. “I wonder how the inside of your thighs feel and I need to find out. My hands and fingers have a mind of their own when it comes to touching you.

  “My lips ignore the pleadings of my needy body, as they demand a turn to explore the wonder of yours.” She bent and began a slow sensual tour of every inch of his exposed skin. Her fingers trailed the path of her tongue as she made her way down his neck, over his wide chest, and male nipples that were as hard as her own. Her tongue followed every thick pad of muscle until she reached his lower belly. She nibbled a straight line across the ridge of thicker hair where his cock was rising stiff and strong from his body.

  She left his proud cock begging while she continued her exploration down one thigh, and up the other. His sac was given a thorough bath with her tongue, and her fingers lifted the sac for easier access to the underside. When her fingers encountered a ridge of flesh between his sac and his split, the sound of his groan inspired her to explore more thoroughly.

  Finally, her tongue found its way to his hard cock. The wide, dark red head was readying itself by producing a few big drops of pre-cum. She lapped at it and settled in to enjoy the sensation of having his cock as deep inside her throat as possible. With each stroke of her mouth covering his cock, she took more, until she was nearly mindless with the need to have this man spurt his seed inside, while she sucked him deeply.

  She could feel the cream from her own body soaking her thighs. When she felt thick fingers entering her tunnel, stretching her wider with each glide inside of her body, she sucked harder on Lion’s cock. Her moans were muffled by the thick cock in her mouth. She felt the fingers leaving her body and made a sound of distress, then squealed around the meat in her mouth, as a thick cock pushed into her begging pussy from behind. She could not hold her pleasure at bay any longer and felt her pussy clamp down hard over the large cock stabbing so deep inside that she would swear he was inside of her womb.

  The cock in her mouth swelled a bit more and she felt his thighs tighten as a geyser of his seed erupted inside of her mouth. There was too much for her to swallow and again, she had to unseal her lips and pull back a little to allow the extra liquid an outlet.

  As she lay across Lion’s stomach with his softening cock still in her mouth, she felt the pleasure building again. Nord’s large hands held the globes of her ass, and a thumb penetrated her puckered hole while the thick cock dragged across her sensitive flesh faster, she ground her ass up to take him as deeply as possible. When she felt his cock swell, growing thicker deep inside, her brain exploded into beautiful colors.

  Her fingers dug into the sensitive flesh of Lion’s belly, but she was completely out of her mind with pleasure, and did not notice his flinch. Her scream could not be mistaken for any reason other than a scream of ecstasy. When her teeth closed over his softened cock, Lion grabbed a breast and squeezed the nipple hard. He was thankful that her mouth opened in another scream long enough for him to remove his cock from the reach of her mouth.

  She felt Nord’s seed flowing deeply inside, as he stayed within her clenching tunnel. She was shaking and sobbing before her muscles melted, as she passed out on top of Lion.

  Nord pulled his softened cock free with a gush of their combined juices. He lifted her body onto his lap, and leaned back against the tree behind him. She had become such an important part of his life that to lose her now would be like wrenching the heart from his chest, and the testicles from his manhood. She already attempted to assert her independence, and he loved that about her. It showed she was not afraid to stand up to either him or Lion.

  The brothers let her sleep for a short while and then they all walked back into the river for a quick refreshing dip. Since Rane’s clothing was soaked, Lion went to the campsite where their forces were making camp, and confiscated a clean shirt to cover her until her clothing was dry enough to wear.

  Dinner was eaten. And again Rane snuggled into the warmth of her men. How she had received such happiness was by the grace of the Goddess and she gave thanks to her.

  ****

  The return to the castle was again met with cheers from the people. Several hawks and eagles flew over the turrets, riding the wind currents. The feeling of welcome made Rane cry happy tears. Lion took her into his arms, carrying her through the door and into the dining hall.

  Food was laid out on a sideboard for those who needed to break their fast. He sat her in a chair, and he and Nord went to get plates of food for all three of them.

  Sivdjia came into the rooms smiling widely. The smile on her face as strained. Lion could tell that she had some news that would not be welcome.

  “Tell me, Sivdjia, what troubles you so much today? Tell me what I need to know. You have my word that you will be heard fairly.”

  Sivdjia looked at Rane with a worried expression. Then she looked at Lion. “Lottie and Oriel are missing. The guard went to their rooms and came back to tell me the women were gone. Madia is still in the room she shared with Oriel, but she refuses to say where her mother and sister are hiding.”

  Sivdjia had more to say. The news was not something she wanted to tell the three people seated in front of her. “Sometime before they left they must have gone into your rooms and…they burned a rag doll with yellow and brown string hair in the middle of the bed. There is black smudge spread over Lady Rane’s new dresses and the carcass of a chicken that ran throughout the room spreading blood over everything from a slit throat.” Sivdjia leaned closer to say, “They wrote symbols on the walls of the room. Like witches. I left it as they left it so you could decide what to do when you returned. As soon as you see the mess I will have the room cleaned.”

  Rane could not believe what she heard. The women made a doll in her likeness and burned it? They were that unhinged? She stood and walked to the stairs with Lion and Nord right behind her. She stared at the vandalism and felt rage. White-hot burning rage.

  Something came over her and she allowed it to take hold, whispered words filtered through her mind, and she spoke the words aloud as she did what the voice in her brain told her to do. This attempt at a curse had been clumsy, and not completed correctly. Now the women would feel the wrath of their own making. They should have known that a witch never leaves a part of herself with an incomplete curse. The two females were as incompetent at witchery as they had been at assigned chores.

  She picked up what was left of the rag doll. Then she dipped the round head of the doll into the neck of the chicken and rubbed it hard. There was not any wet fluid sticking to the wad of cloth, but bits of flesh and feathers did. She stood and rubbed the doll on the walls smearing some of the dark black smudging on the material.

  The sheet covering the bed was next in her sight and she yanked it from the mattress. She looked around the room for anything she might have missed.

  Those with her stood back and watched her in action. No one pointed out to her that she was glowing. Her eyes were a vivid bright green and her hair floated from her head. She headed o
ut of the door, and walked swiftly up another set of steps and then another set. She continued climbing and glowing all the way to the top of the turret. A blood red flag with a circle of thirteen animals fluttered in the brisk breeze.

  Rane circled the small space while the three people that followed her watched from the stairs. While she walked, her words were not understood by the watchers. She moved faster and faster with each turn in the little rock walled space.

  “You, who wish such harm, show yourself. I call on my Goddess to protect me and mine. I claim this place as mine. Show yourself Evil ones, I demand and command you to show yourself. I call the Goddess of truth and protection to show me your cowardly path.”

  Rane held the cloth effigy to the heavens. The cloth in her hand burst into flame, and the ashes scattered with the wind. The sheet became a sail, riding the wind current away from the castle, toward the east. The sailing, blackened sheet landed on a cliff edge.

  “Show yourselves evil ones. Show your coward faces. I challenge you.” As Rane spoke, two figures showed from a cave beneath the blackened sheet. They stood on the cliffs edge with the wind buffeting against their clothing. The wind died for moments, and then blew in a mighty gust, lifting each woman high into the air.

  Those watching the scene would not have believed it, if not for the fact they were watching when the wind dropped from under the women. Two faint screams could be heard as the women dropped from sight.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Nord escorted her down to the sitting room. Sivdjia directed the thorough cleaning of the masters’ rooms, and had the cook prepare dinner for the three exhausted people that refused to rest until the bodies of Lottie and Oriel had been sighted drifting toward the sea, before disappearing under the waves.

  Rane was back to her normal coloring. The glow was gone from her skin, and so was the iridescent shine in her eyes. Her Goddess had sent her protection. Both men still thought of the way her hair stood and the sightless glowing eyes they had witnessed. Their mate seemed to have powers that no one knew until now. Even Rane had not known she possessed such energy and power. Her actions had been instinctive. Her faith in the Goddess was unshakeable.

  After the bed was repaired and the last black smudge was washed away, along with the chicken blood, Lion, Rane, and Nord retired for the evening.

  Rane soaked in the big tub and the men emptied the water while she brushed the tangles from her hip length hair. The wind tangled it into knots, and it took a long time for her to smooth the long soft strands.

  Lion went down to the kitchen to bring a tray piled high with the food, and a jug of wine to wash it down. They sat in the middle of the big bed and talked about the last weeks happenings.

  Rane admitted that she had no idea of her capabilities using energy. “I have never felt such rage at another person in my life. I hated Lord Ludwig and Simon, but that feeling was nothing to what I felt when I walked into this room, I felt the hatred and evil left from the women. They wanted to harm the two of you as well as me. I will not tolerate someone attempting to harm you.”

  For that speech, she got a hug from Nord and a laugh from Lion. They could make light of her fierceness, she knew that she would kill to protect her men from harm.

  The food tray was placed on a low table by the hearth. The wine had been drunk, and the three occupants laid together in the huge bed talking and sharing stories before they drifted to sleep.

  Rane woke in the early hours of the morning when the sun was just beginning to lighten the sky. She left the room quietly and made her way down to the kitchen where preparations for breakfast were well underway. She was surprised to see Madia laughing and chattering with the kitchen help as she kneaded a ball of bread dough. She continued through the kitchen and out of the door to the castle’s garden. She looked around to catalogue every plant that would be useful for her needs. She could see there were many plants of herbs for her purposes. She made plans to go into the woods and gather plants that could be transplanted into this beautifully tended garden.

  She found a small alter in the corner of the garden. It was tucked behind several tall fruit trees and bushes. Someone had been using the alter on a regular basis. Dried flowers and herbs were scattered in a nine-pointed star symbol. Rane was not certain what the meaning of the herbs and star were. There was nothing dark or evil about the small space, so she left it as she found it. She would ask Sivdjia who the healer in the castle was. Perhaps they could work together when the castle folk needed medical attention. She made a mental note to remind herself to see the healer before they traveled to Milquest Hall at the end of the week.

  Her men found her deadheading a rose bush. She was talking to the plant as if it could speak. She let out a squeak when she felt strong arms closing around her waist. Lion gathered her into the warmth of his embrace, and Nord swooped in for a lingering kiss on her lips.

  Her heart felt full, she had been given so much that she was just beginning to accept. She had a real home now, where she was not considered odd or untouchable. She had her men to love her and let her love them in return. She had no idea what the future would bring, but she was happy.

  Epilogue

  Hawk’s Nest

  Tremble Island

  It had been six months since Hawk received the title of Lord Hawk, Overlord of Hawk’s Nest on Tremble Island. He was appointed by the Lord of Tremble Isle himself, and he understood the importance of being the caretaker of one of the twelve Halls of Care.

  In that time, he had settled the villagers and shifters into a daily routine of living without fear of their overlord. He had first asked for volunteers to join the guards and soldiers for the hall, its surrounding village, and countryside. The men were understandably wary and few stepped up to fill the need. Lord Tremble had thoughtfully left ten of the castle’s soldiers with him to get the hall in order. Three of them, all shifters, decided to stay and make lives in this place. The others would be leaving for the castle within the month. Forcing men into service to the Hall was not something he wished to do.

  Families that had escaped from the hall before Lord Tremble attacked and won the battle for control, were being repatriated and should be returning within weeks. The lack of soldiers would bring the entire force of Hawk’s Nest to ten. The low number was unacceptable. Hawk’s Nest was a large holding with several hundred people within its scope. Ten soldiers would be a mere laugh should the hall be attacked.

  Now there were five women standing before him requesting his indulgence in their wish to become soldiers. Two of the five were human, the other three were wolf and owls. The three shifters were sisters and were not willing to bow to another despotic overlord. The human women seemed harmless until he told them that he feared they might be weaker than the men they would fight against. Where the shifters could take flight on silent wings, the humans would be direct targets. He was surprised when one of the women held out her hand to him. When he took her hand, she curled her fingers over his wrist and somehow yanked him over her shoulder. He was left sitting on his ass in the dirt with her boot at his neck, as her counterpart grabbed his balls in her hand with enough pressure to assure him that she could damage his chances of fathering children.

  He actually had no reason to exclude the women from service to the hall. He had put each of them separately through their paces and found them to be extremely intelligent and eager to learn to fight and defend. He could imagine the teasing he would get from his peers about this, but he was desperate, and they were competent.

  “You have all displayed proficiency and a willingness to defend this hall, and its entire people. Perhaps taking you on as soldiers will set a trend on the island. You will train with the forces from Tremble Castle until further notice.” Somewhere in the back of his brain, a plot was hatching. A force of women would be one element of surprise that no enemy would be expecting, no matter the gossip. No male wanted to do battle in a harmful way with a woman. Especially if they were trained secretly, under the cover
of darkness and moonlight. The humans would need to hone their senses, but the result would be worth the pain they would feel from being attacked unaware. Any man that wanted to join the ranks out of ego, or spite, would have to best the female’s best fighter after they were trained. They would need a healer, and more women, many more women.

  Any man, other than the ones who had already stepped up for service, would be assigned to a female as her second. If the men of this hall wanted to play the coward, then they would assume the role that had been given to women in the past. He found himself rubbing his hands in anticipation.

  “I have made a decision. Each of you are to come back tomorrow morning before sunrise with two other women that might wish to join. I want no females with toddling children, nor any women under the age of sixteen years. We will require the services of a healer or witch woman too. Older, less limber women can assume a support position if they choose.”

  The females nodded to his decree. Some had small smiles on their lips and others eyes were narrowed in thought. He knew they wondered what he was about. He wondered if he would be able to see this wicked plan through. There would be only one way to find out.

  Books by Lynn Ray Lewis

  Published with JK Publishing, Inc.:

  Tremble Island Lords and Ladies

  Rane’s Giants – Book One

  Book Two Coming Soon

  Published with Siren-Bookstrand Publishing:

  At the Lake Series

  Dizzy’s Story

  Jane’s Story

  Morgan’s Story

  Single Titles:

  The Elusive Jillian Wilson

  Not Bad for an Amateur

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