The Priestess and the Thief

by Evangeline Anderson

  “I understand all that,” she murmured to Roke. “But, well, couldn’t you just pretend you’re, uh, fucking me? Push against me some? I don’t want us to get into trouble.”

  He growled uncertainly but after a moment, he tightened his grip on her hips.

  “All right, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Get ready to pretend with me. I want you to spread your thighs even wider and go down to your elbows. I’m going to push against you and pretend I’m thrusting deeper into you and fucking you. Understand?”

  “Yes, Roke,” Elli whispered obediently. Heart pounding, she did as he told her. She had been up on her hands and knees but now she lowered herself to her elbows and, at the same time, spread her thighs even wider.

  As she did so, she had to bite back a moan.

  The new position had the effect of tilting her hips and pelvis up and allowing Roke’s thick shaft to slide even deeper into her. The head of his cock was pressing hard against the mouth of her womb, giving her a deep, intimate kiss Elli had never expected to receive from the big warrior.

  Oh Goddess, had she ever felt so open—so vulnerable as she did now? With her dress raised high, her bottom thrust into the air, and Roke’s thick shaft filling her to the hilt? Elli didn’t think so. And it wasn’t over yet—now he had to pretend to fuck her—to breed her as a buck bred a doe.

  “Hold on, sweetheart—going to ‘fuck’ you now,” he growled from behind her. And then his big hands tightened on her hips even more and he began a slow, forward thrusting that pushed him even deeper inside her.

  Elli couldn’t help the moan of pleasure that escaped her at the deep penetration. Roke might not be drawing his shaft out of her pussy and thrusting back in, but with each stroke he was pressing it deeper inside her and making her feel even more open and helpless and hot.

  “Is this all right, sweetheart?” he growled behind her as he continued to move against her. “Does it feel all right to have me so deep inside you?”

  “It…it doesn’t hurt me,” Elli assured him, since that seemed to be what he was asking.

  “Good. Work with me, then,” he murmured. “Move with me—pretend we’re really fucking just like everyone else.”

  “Yes, Roke,” she gasped and tried to do as he said, bucking her hips against him as he filled her.

  “Gods, such a tight little pussy,” she heard him rumble behind her and then he was pushing into her even more vigorously.

  Elli moaned in pleasure. The new motion caused the heavy sac which hung beneath his shaft to slap against her secret spot, which was exposed by her spread pussy lips. The resulting sparks of pleasure made her whole body tremble.

  Goddess! she thought, tilting her hips to get more of the delicious sensation. It’s almost like he’s really fucking me—really breeding me!

  As though in answer to her thoughts, she heard the voice of the Crown Prince again.

  “Of course,” he called out, panting from sexual exertion. “A buck doesn’t…doesn’t finish breeding his doe until he shoots his seed inside her. And a doe hasn’t been properly bred unless…unless one can see the buck’s seed dripping from her pussy when he finally withdraws from her!”

  As he spoke, he grunted and gripped his partner’s hips before thrusting as deeply into her as he could. His face contorted and Elli thought he must be coming inside his chosen noblewoman—filling her womb with his seed. Then, with a low groan of pleasure, he pulled out of her and had her turn her bottom to the room. From between her spread legs, Elli could clearly see his seed dripping.

  She bit her lip at the sight.

  Clearly the Crown Prince had come inside the Tenebrian noblewoman and just as clearly, Roke would have to fill Elli’s pussy with his own seed or they would be accused of incorrect Mirroring.

  What were they going to do?

  Forty

  Gods, what in the Seven Hells were they going to do now?

  Roke stared with disbelief at the scene on the raised dais. The Crown Prince was looking right at him and Elli. It was clear they weren’t going to be able to fake this.

  But I can’t come in her, he protested to himself. If I come in her, I’ll want to bond her to me. Hell, I already want to bond her!

  Indeed, his fangs, which had been little more than vestigial stubs his whole life, had suddenly grown and they were itching and throbbing to sink into the side of Ellilah’s vulnerable neck and fill her with his Essence, thereby bonding the little priestess to him for life.

  Can’t do that! he told himself sternly. I am Havoc—and Havoc DO… NOT…BOND!

  But then what was he going to do?

  Ellilah seemed to have the same question. She turned her head to look at him, her eyes wide with uncertainty.

  “Roke?” she moaned softly, looking up at him. “How…what…?”

  “I don’t know,” he growled. “I only know I can’t bond you to me!”

  For a moment he saw that flash of hurt on her lovely face again, and then it was gone.

  “All right,” she said, tilting her chin defiantly. “I…I understand. Then can you…can you spill your seed in me without bonding me to you?”

  Roke explored the newly sharpened points of his fangs and winced as he cut the tip of his tongue against one of them. Oh yes, he could fill her pussy with his cream without bonding her. He didn’t want to—his entire body cried out at him to bite her at the moment of orgasm and bond her to him. But it could be done.

  “Yes,” he said shortly. “I can fill your pussy with my seed without bonding you to me.”

  “Then do it, Roke.” Setting her jaw, she raised her bottom even higher, pressing his shaft even more deeply into her tightly-stretched pussy. “Do it—fill me with your seed. Come inside me.”

  “Gods, little priestess—I shouldn’t!” he groaned. “Shouldn’t be doing any of this.”

  “But we have to.” She caught his eyes with hers and looked at him directly. “So do it, Roke. Fill me up until your seed drips from me when you finally pull out of me. There’s no other way to get through this. And if…” She licked her lips, betraying a bit of nerves on her part. “And if you have to actually…actually fuck me to do it, then go ahead. I don’t…don’t mind.”

  “Sweetheart, I don’t—” Roke stopped in mid-sentence. It was true that in order to build the necessary friction to orgasm, he might indeed have to fuck her more fully. But not much, he swore to himself. I’ll only do what’s necessary.

  “Roke?” she asked, looking back at him again.

  “Just…” He licked his lips. “Just a few strokes then, sweetheart. Just enough to help me come in you.”

  “Do what you have to do,” Ellilah whispered. And then she shifted position again, laying her head down on her folded arms and lifting her curvy little ass even higher in the air, even as she spread her legs wider for him.

  The submissive posture pulled him even deeper into her sweet, sucking pussy and suddenly Roke couldn’t hold himself back any longer. With a low roar of lust and need, he gripped her hips and pulled almost all the way out of her before pounding back into her no-longer virginal pussy so that he filled her to the hilt.

  Ellilah gave a little gasp but didn’t try to pull away from him. Indeed, she opened even wider, welcoming his shaft as he drew almost all the way out and thrust deeply into her for a second stroke and then a third…a fourth…a fifth…

  Gods, I’m fucking her—really fucking her, not just pretending. I shouldn’t be doing this—shouldn’t be taking her innocence, her virginity. She’s a delicate little priestess and I’m plowing into her as though she was nothing but a common whore! I can’t be doing this—I have to finish.

  “Oh! Oh, Roke,” Ellilah gasped, writhing beneath him, though she made no move to get away from his punishing thrusts.

  “Gods, my little priestess!” he groaned.

  Guilt and pleasure overtook him at the same time as Roke drew out and took a sixth and final thrust deep into her tight pussy. Feeling himself touch bottom and the hea
d of his cock pressing hard against the mouth of her womb, he at last began to come.

  At the same time, he bit hard into his own lower lip, sinking his newly-grown fangs into his own flesh in an orgy of pain and pleasure as jet after jet of his seed filled her and his Essence—which also should have filled her—went deep into his bottom lip where it stung with impotent rage at having been misused so badly.

  Inside his head, one thought repeated over and over again.

  Must not bond! Havoc do not bond! I must not bond her to me! Must not bond!

  But still, it was all he could do not to pull the little priestess up to her knees and sink his fangs into the side of her neck as he came inside her.

  Forty-One

  Elli bit her lip as she felt him finally truly fucking her and filling her to the hilt. His thrusts were hard and deep, as though he had been holding himself back. They hurt and felt good at the same time and she didn’t try to shy away from them. Instead, she opened herself more fully, taking the big warrior’s thick shaft as deeply into her body as she could, letting him fuck her as hard as he needed to, in order to come deep in her pussy.

  To come in me but not to bond me, she thought with a trace of bitterness. He wants me, but not enough to form a bond with me. He doesn’t love me or he would want to bond.

  Well, that was all right, she told herself. She didn’t need or want to bond with the big warrior—she had a life to go back to after this. She didn’t know if she could be forgiven for this night’s debauchery but she couldn’t think about that now. For now she had to give herself to the moment—give herself to Roke—and worry about the inevitable regrets she knew she would have later.

  “Oh!” she gasped as he pounded into her. “Oh, Roke!”

  “Gods, my little priestess!” he groaned and then she felt him give one last deep thrust and his shaft seemed to swell even thicker inside her, stretching her to the limit. She gave a little cry and then something hot was jetting deep in her pussy.

  Coming, she thought deliriously as he filled her again and again. He’s coming inside me—pumping me full of his seed! Shouldn’t let him…shouldn’t do this…

  But it was too late—the deed was done. And it seemed that Roke couldn’t wait for it to be over. He had barely finished coming inside her before Elli felt him pulling out. As his shaft exited her body, a hot rush followed and she felt his cream dripping down her inner thighs.

  “That’s enough.” Roke’s voice in her ear was brusque, almost angry. “Come on—everyone can see that we Mirrored correctly. Now it’s time to go get cleaned up.”

  “What?” Elli looked up, feeling dazed. Her body felt different—opened, used. Her legs were too weak to hold her up. When she tried to scramble off the couch, she nearly fell.

  “Here.” Roke swung her into his arms, though he wouldn’t look her in the eyes. The other nobles were gathering themselves as well and the Crown Prince was gone. Elli wondered dully if he had gotten the noblewoman he’d been mounting pregnant—then she wondered if Roke had gotten her pregnant. It was rare but not completely unheard of for pregnancy to occur without bonding.

  Pregnancy had seemed an acceptable risk before, when she was so filled with desire and pleasure, but now she wondered why she had thought so in the first place. What would she do if her belly started to swell once she got back to the Mother Ship? Where could she go to have the baby? She wouldn’t be welcome back home—that was for certain. Maybe the Ascending Priestess Superior would send her someplace to be punished for her sins…

  The thought caused tears to leak from her eyes, though she tried not to cry out loud. But she couldn’t help letting out a muffled sob, which drew Roke’s attention.

  “What is it?” He looked down at her anxiously. “I hurt you, didn’t I? Damn it—I was too rough. Gods, I’m so sorry, little priestess!”

  “N-no,” Elli whispered, shaking her head. “You didn’t…didn’t hurt me.”

  “Then why in the Seven Hells are you crying?” he demanded. “Of course I hurt you. I pounded into you even though I knew you were a virgin. May the Goddess damn me!”

  “Don’t say that.” Elli swiped at her tears. “I’m fine—see?”

  “No, you’re not. You’re not fine at all,” he growled. “And I’m the cause of it.” He shook his head again. “May the Goddess damn me to the worst of the Seven Hells.”

  Elli said nothing but inside, she felt as though she was already damned.

  Forty-Two

  Roke slept on the floor that night—their last night together. Elli didn’t ask him to, he simply did it. It was as though now that he’d had her, he wanted to put as much distance between the two of them as possible. At least, that was how it seemed to Elli.

  She felt horrible—sinful and used and dirty. Curling up on the far side of the bed—which felt huge and empty without the big warrior beside her—she put a pillow over her head and sobbed as quietly as she could.

  It was the worst night she could remember since the one when her stepmother had caught her touching her secret spot and threatened to tell her father unless Elli agreed to become a priestess and move away to the Mother Ship. Only this time, she really had committed what felt like an unforgivable sin and there was no place she could go to get away from it.

  In the morning, Elli felt horrible. And when she looked in the mirror hanging in the fresher, she looked pretty bad too. Never had she wanted a hot shower more in her life, but of course, there was no bathing facility except for the communal baths in the Bathing Grotto. The best she could do was splash her face with some of the lukewarm, milky blue water which flowed sluggishly from the tap and press a damp facecloth to her eyes to try and ease some of the swelling from crying all night.

  When she came out of the fresher, she was fully dressed in the red dress she had worn during their introduction at Court. It covered more than any of the Tenebrian dresses the seamstress had made for her and it looked grand enough for the parade—she hoped. Her hair was neatly braided and pulled back from her face, which was pale, but serene. Elli knew, because she had practiced the look in the mirror until she felt ready for Roke to see her.

  “He doesn’t want you and that’s all right,” she whispered fiercely at her reflection as she practiced. “It’s all right because you’re not here to fall in love. You’re here to earn a piece of the Healing Lattice to save the old Priestess Superior’s life. So keep your chin up and do your duty, Elli! All you have to do is get through the parade today and then Demon will be safely put out to stud and you can take the Lattice back to the Mother Ship. Just concentrate on that.”

  Her self-pep talk had helped because when Roke took her by the shoulders and said, “Ellilah, we have to talk,” she was able to step coolly back from him and reply,

  “I’m sorry, Roke, but there’s nothing to talk about.”

  He looked ready to argue but then there was a knock at the door, which turned out to be one of the Crown Prince’s servants coming to fetch her for the Grand Parade.

  “I’ll come with you in a moment,” Elli told him. She turned back to Roke, who was scowling unhappily. “I’ll meet you here after the parade,” she told him. “We can say our goodbyes after the Prince gives me a piece of the Healing Lattice. Then we’ll never have to see each other again.”

  “Damn it, Ellilah—that’s not what I want!” he exclaimed.

  “What you want doesn’t matter,” Elli told him coolly. “What matters is that I must get a piece of the Healing Lattice back to the Mother Ship in time to heal the old Priestess Superior.”

  “And how do you expect to do that?” he demanded, glaring at her. “Do you have a ship standing by, waiting to take you?”

  “Well…no,” Elli had to admit. “But I’m sure I can find a way.”

  “At least let me take you there,” Roke said and for a moment his scowl slipped, to be replaced by a look of desperate unhappiness and regret. “Allow me to see you safely home—let me do that much for you, little priestess.”
r />   Elli swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to keep her voice calm.

  “Thank you. I accept your offer.”

  “Good. Ellilah—” Roke reached for her but she stepped away quickly.

  “And now I really have to go—you know I can’t keep the Prince waiting. I…I’ll see you here, after the parade,” she told him.

  Then she left, before he could see the tears stinging her eyes overflow down her cheeks.

  Forty-Three

  “Damn it all to the Seven Hells!” Roke swore as he watched her go. How had everything gotten so fucked up in just a few short hours?

  He had no idea, but he wished he could go back in time to just before the Supper last night and make some excuse to keep from doing what he had done to Ellilah. Taking her virginity had been wrong, even though at the time it had seemed like the only choice.

  You used her, a savage little voice in his head accused. Used her with no intention of bonding her to you. What kind of life will she have now? Can she even be a priestess now that her vows have been broken so irrevocably? Have you condemned her to a life of punishment and exile?

  Roke had no answers—only guilt.

  Should have bonded her to you when you had the chance, whispered that same little voice. Now it’s too late—you’ve lost her forever.

  But he didn’t want to bond with Ellilah or anyone—did he? He was a Havoc, damn it! Well, half Havoc, but that was enough.

  Closing his eyes, Roke remembered his Sire’s unending grief after the death of his mother. He had been a shell of a male—hollowed out by the emotional agony of losing the one who mattered most to him in the world.

  The minute Roke was out of the house and safely on his own, his Sire had taken his own life. It was as though he had lived just long enough to raise his son and then given in to the grief that had been bearing down on him for years.