Erotica: Beyond: Dark Action Romance Paranormal Thriller (Adventure Demon Humor International Interracial Mystery Short Stories)

by Iaz Grant

  Hearing nothing from her since yesterday was disheartening and he didn’t want to go up to the palace. He feared he might aggravate The Queen’s condition and increase Zanna’s worries. He knew of The Queen’s rejection of their courtship and could only hope that by the time she was well again, they could both convince her to let them be. His love for Zanna was such that he didn’t think he could live without her. She was his life.

  He sat on his bed and drew his mind to the first day they met.

  He remembered the day like it was yesterday. It was five years ago.

  He had come to the Crystal Palace to deliver an errand to The Queen from his father and also to inform her of his arrival. His father was one of the members of The Queen’s court. The Queen received him well and sent him off with an escort. That time, he was a new addition to Sheelah’s treasure; he just came back home from his wanderings and learning through the earth.

  The Queen was pleased he finally returned for she knew him since he was little. She was amazed at how much he grew over the years; she, however, remained the same as he remembered she was when he left. Before he came, his father would talk about The Queen's granddaughter who came around five years ago. His father couldn't stop talking about the uncanny resemblance between both women and his curiosity was piqued; he didn't believe there was anyone who could rival The Queen's beauty; not even her daughter who rumour has it was now a nun at Croakery. It was a pity that as much as he cast his gaze about, he didn't lay his eyes on the much-famed beauty.

  He was his way out of the Crystal Palace, a bit disappointed but thinking he could as well meet her some other time when his gaze caught on something white to the left of the castle. The white something was moving, more like gliding in the castle’s garden, humming a silent tune to herself. He followed the white and the voice. He could swear that his heart almost stopped beating.

  Feeling like something struck him blind, deaf and dumb, he sat on a nearby hedge and watched her like his life depended on it.

  It was true, her resemblance to The Queen was indeed uncanny. She walked the same way though more daintily. She moved through the garden, collecting varieties of herbs and he wondered if she was skilled in the art of healing as he was; it was rare for womenfolk to develop an interest in such thing. He noticed that she picked the herbs carefully, taking care not to disturb the new buds and not killing off the old ones too. He also saw that she picked each variety of herbs into separate containers, taking care to separate them all. She knew her onions, this granddaughter of The Queen.

  How long he watched her, he did not know. All he knew was that he could not move an inch from where he sat, drinking in the sight of her. Suddenly, she stiffened. He knew immediately that she sensed his presence; he was even surprised it took her this long. Sidhes have a powerful sense of smell and he expected her to know he was watching her if by nothing except the scent of the salve he uses on his skin. Perhaps, the potent smell of the herbs in the garden crowded her senses.

  She turned towards him and their eyes clashed directly. She inclined her head to the left and watched him inquiringly. The Queen inclines hers to the right, he thought idly to himself.

  His gaze did not waver and when he stood to walk towards her, neither did his steps. He walked without breaking gaze, he didn’t think he dared to breathe. When he reached where she stood transfixed at the far end of the garden, he stopped right in front of her. Now, he could see all her perfections. She wore a white garb common to those in the healing art. She had her hair braided tight around her head like a crown; there were twigs of herbs in them here and there making her look much like a wood fairy. She wore no ornament but looked regal enough that she didn’t need one.

  Far more arresting were her eyes; they were a deep shade of olive that shone like it contained liquid jewels. He wanted to drown in those eyes. More interesting was the mole on her left brow; it was positioned such that it moved as the eyebrows moved. He knew immediately that this was the woman he would love to spend the rest of his life with.

  He rolled her name on his tongue like the sweet mead he loved as a little boy. Zanna; as beautiful as the woman who bore the name. She said nothing but still looked at him askance with her head still at that jaunty angle as if she was listening to a voice. He was a patient man, he could wait here for eternity if need be.

  Suddenly, she looked at him, really looked at him, raised that brow with the mole and did the most heartwrenching thing; she smiled at him.

  From then on, he knew he was rolling heads in. He didn’t give a single care in the world.

  Brent remembered that day all the time. It was pure magic and he couldn't wait to tell their children and grandchildren. He wasn't kidding himself, he knew there was so much at stake, the first being The Queen's refusal of their union. Then there was the issue of immortality. He knew he would get old and she would not but when he had voiced his concern over this, she was quick to make an oath of blood. That was more binding unto them both than any marriage rites or words of love. They were together for better or for worse, for The Queen's blessings or her wrath.

  He also knew that Zanna was trying hard at her potion to see if there was a way out, until this moment, she was yet to discover one. Right now, all he wanted was for The Queen to get well so he could see the smile on Zanna’s face once more.

  Suddenly, he heard a sound at his front door. He instinctively knew it was she; his Zanna. He stood from his bed to open the door. As soon as she entered, he immediately knew something was off.

  “Are you alright?” he asked, taking her into his hands and holding her head to his chest.

  "The Queen died," She said simply. Sobbing quietly into his chest.

  He was shocked. He never imagined that Queen Alora would die, not in the next century. The immortal creatures were more like they would live on and on and then just disintegrate off when they got tired of the world, just like The Queen’s husband did about twenty years ago. It was said that The Fates called unto them to join them in appointing rulers and servants of the earth. How could Queen Alora, the great, wise ruler of the kingdom of Sheelah die?

  He held her more tightly and rubbed her back. He could feel tears prickle his eyes too. The Queen was loved and respected by all and he knew that she would be sorely missed by all. No wonder there was a lull in the air tonight. Even the fireflies missed her already.

  They stood together for some minutes, each lost in thought. She looked up at him and muttered something like- “make love to me tonight.” He was sure he didn’t hear her correctly. They were not married yet and he knew they both decided to wait till they did.

  "Make love to me now," She said more firmly.

  She looked at him with eyes wide and pleading. It was as if she needed this. As he was sure she knew, he had never been able to refuse her a single thing. Whenever he saw those eyes, he was in. He nodded his head and led her to the bed. She was already fumbling with his clothes and it was all he could do not to hiss; her touch was driving him over the edge.

  “Why now?” He wanted to ask but there really was no reason to ask, was there?

  She was already biting hard into the soft skin of his neck and was guiding him towards the soft spread of his bed. He knew he had led her to the bed but she was taking control of everything else and he was forced to allow her. He wanted to give her everything she wanted. He wanted to satisfy her

  "Make love to me," She whispered again.

  Brent closed his eyes and took in the animal urge that was already building up inside him. He guided her away from the bed and led her forward towards a round table in the middle of his room. The table was his study area and he couldn’t just fathom how he was able to clear the books on it in seconds. Everything scattered on the floor with loud thud and Zanna landed on it in a flash.

  “Make love to me!” She cried this time around.

  He could sense the lust in her, and he knew that she totally was revelling in what he planned to do with her already. He closed in on h
er and pushed his tongue into her mouth, tasting the red tongue he had always dreamed about. She met his tongue fearlessly with it and began to probe into the corners of his mouth.

  She is killing me!

  Brent knew better; Zanna wasn't even touching him but she was making him too hungry for her. Her previous demand was enough to drive any mortal crazy, and truth is told, he was already going crazy with lust. He cursed that he wasn't strong enough to just hang her on the wall and take her right there.

  “Make love to me.” His Zanna muttered against his mouth.

  He knew it was only a matter of time before she tore his clothes right off his body. He wasn't ready to allow her to do this. Instead, he withdrew from her and took them off quickly. He stood completely naked before her and let her watch him in his natural form.

  "You like what you see, my love?" He teased when he noticed that her mouth was slightly opened as she stared at him.

  Her tongue briskly came out as she unconsciously licked her lips. Her gaze dropped to his groin area and it took all Brent’s will not to bury his dick in her mouth already. He knew he wanted more than that. He wanted to be inside her as soon as possible.

  Is she standing up?

  He watched with perplexity as Zanna got down from the table and started walking towards him. She closed in on the space between them and took his dick gently into her palm.

  "You are hard for me," She whispered as if she was iterating the words to herself to confirm it.

  Brent wasn't able to reply her. Her palm was already moving, and he now wished he could tell her to make love to him instead. In whatever way, looking at him or touching him, she was better at lovemaking than he is. He wondered if it was because of the Sidhe in her. She was strong, elegant and lustful.

  "You are hard for me," She whispered again, already increasing the speed of her hand.

  Brent cursed under his breath as his knees began to feel weak. His eyes were closed, and he cursed his weakness too. But he was unashamed. He was with Zanna, the only woman that made him special and the woman he was willing to spend the rest of his life with. He loved her, and he wasn't ashamed to share his weakness with her.

  "I want this inside me," She muttered, already guiding his hard shaft towards her.

  “Well, not so fast.” Brent teased her.

  It was his turn to make her weak as well.

  He took her off the ground and returned her to the table. This time around, he didn't drop her on it but only positioned her so that she was bending towards the table and her back was towards his groin. He loved the way her slender waist curved into accepting the grip of his hand and the way her ass shot up to expect him.

  He held on to her waist and plastered his naked flesh to her back. It was then that he noticed that she was still fully clothed.

  "I know," She muttered as if she could read his mind.

  Soon, she raised herself up and brushed her long hair from her back sideways to her side. Doing this revealed the clip of her gown to him, which was neatly tailored to the ack area of the gown.

  "Help me out fast," She instructed.

  This brought a smile to his lips. He acted fast according to her instruction and was quite surprised at his skill at handling female wears. Soon, the gown was loose, and he was waiting for her to move her shoulder and let it fall to the ground.

  "Do it," She instructed again.

  Brent smiled at the way she was handling the love making between them. One moment, he was controlling their every movement, another time, she took control of every necessary outline. She was just perfect for him.

  He finally held the hem of her dress and slipped it down her shoulder until her hand was well out of it. The gown finally had no clip to stay on her body. It fell gracefully, revealing the most beautiful sight he had ever come across. Again, Brent told himself that Zanna was perhaps the most beautiful creature in the whole universe. The radiance of her skin was indestructible. He was almost blinded by the love for it.

  He wasted no time again before he dragged her back towards the table. He had had enough of the plays and instructions. He was in a hurry now. He wanted inside her, and somehow he felt that the moment he buried his shaft inside her, he was making another oath to make her his forever. Talking about irony where she would be the one to live forever as an immortal.

  He bent her towards the table again and reminded himself that he loved Zanna. They were both attracted to each other from the very first day that they set eyes on each other. Now, so many days later, they can’t even keep their hands to each other. Zanna wanted him to make love to her and he was going to do exactly just that.

  “Brent!” She yelped as his solid shaft pierced right into her tight clit.

  Brent quickly admitted to himself that he loved his name on her lips. He went in further and almost cried out in ecstasy when she called his name again, this time, more impatiently.

  He held her head further down towards the table and made sure that her ass gave him more access to her hungry cleft. It opened for him again and he was now penetrating it with more force and speed. He couldn’t get enough of her.

  “Brent!”

  She couldn’t stop calling his name and it was driving him nuts. Brent realised that his movement was now rhyming with her breath and with every breath came more whispers and screams of his name. He rode in more and enjoyed the sinful vibrations that were taking over the veins of his shaft.

  Having had enough of the position, Brent raised her up and dropped her on the table again. He widened her legs and dragged her towards the edge of the bed. She gasped immediately when he slid right back inside her as if he didn’t want out in the first place. Surprisingly, she was the one that started moving against him to encourage the new position.

  Brent smiled shyly at her. He couldn’t understand why it felt so right to make love to her exactly in a way that she was glad about it. Meanwhile, he wasn’t getting enough of her and his speed inside her was getting fiercer. He could tell by the way the room was filled with the flapping sound of their thighs joining at the interval. He continued digging inside her, though, enjoying the moment that she was giving him everything.

  "I love you," He told her. He just needed to remind her.

  She raised herself to his height and circled his waist with her thighs. Brent felt his lower body go active and warm all over immediately as her weight suddenly relied on his strength. He lifted her off the table and held her ass, holding her in place. His shaft was back inside her again and he hadn’t even noticed that he it had been separated from inside her when she changed position.

  "I love you too," She whispered. Then she was moving against his thigh, taking his aroused shaft out and back inside her.

  Brent loved everything about Zanna. She wasn't like most Sheila women that were immature and often got confused about their emotions. Here were royalty and Immortality and she was laying in bed with him, a mere mortal because she loved him. He knew he loved her too, and there was absolutely nothing that would feel right than making love with Zanna.

  Zanna was no longer saying his name but her body wouldn’t stop moving as Brent too couldn’t stop burying himself inside her. He forced his weight to balance her until he was able to drop her on the bed. Subsequently, he placed himself on her and slid back in.

  "Feels always right," He whispered into her ears.

  She nodded as if to tell him that it was the same with her. Then, she circled his waist with her laps again and ushered him deep inside her. Brent took the hint and started another round of penetration. It had taken a while before he began to feel his climax crying for release.

  He held it back unable to image any minute without being inside Zanna. Her movements under him were no longer consistent too and she was now panting uncontrollably, reaching her own climax.

  “Brent!” She cried out.

  It was his cue and Brent finally accepted the control of his ecstasy. He felt his whole body go limp with climax before the speed took over his body
. Soon, he was penetrating fast and hard inside her until he could no longer breathe. He fell hard on his woman and was surprised to note that she was already waiting for him with open hands.