by Lily Thomas
Elizabeth couldn't contain the smile that spread across her lips. “It would be acceptable.” Though in some ways she was scared to know what had become of her people. She could only pray and hope everything was going all right with the war they were waging.
How had things got so twisted? Why couldn't their journey have been straightforward? Stryme capturing them had made it so much more difficult. She would never have met him and fallen in love. Now she wanted to stay and run away from her responsibility.
Her mind kept running through the plan she and Sarah had come up with earlier. There was no way it would actually succeed.
“Elizabeth.”
Being so absorbed in her thoughts Elizabeth didn't hear Stryme when he addressed her.
After no answer he tried again. “Elizabeth!” He reached out a hand and shook her shoulder lightly.
She jumped and smiled in apology. “Sorry, I suppose my thoughts are running away with me.”
“Good thoughts, I hope?”
“Yes.” It was yet another lie. He probably wouldn't think they were such great thoughts.
“Care to share?”
Elizabeth decided to tell him a white lie. “I was thinking back on my day with Sarah. We walked around and explored the castle a little.” It wasn't exactly the truth, but it also wasn't exactly a lie.
When he didn't ask any more questions about her day, she let out a sigh. If she kept lying she could see herself having trouble keeping her lies straight.
Soon, Stryme was offering his hand to her again.
“I think it is time we retire to my chamber.” He said from his towering height.
Elizabeth nodded. She was going to need her rest, before she attempted her escape tomorrow. A fresh mind was a quick mind.
Taking his rough skinned hand she let him lead her through the crowded hall.
Elizabeth sent Sarah a wink. It was her way of showing Sarah she still planned to go through with their plan, even if it was stupid and foolish.
Before she could get a response from Sarah, Stryme led her around the corner, but she had been able to catch the glint of annoyance in Lele's eyes. She wasn't happy Stryme was once again leading a human to his chamber.
Would Lele ever be pleased? At least Elizabeth was trying to leave, instead of stay. Lele would have her chance to win over Stryme's attention soon enough. Though Elizabeth was highly doubtful his eye would ever turn to her. He seemed to barely put up with Lele.
Her pity for the woman was starting to fade now that she knew Lele had no claim to Stryme.
Jealousy ran through Elizabeth whenever she thought of him with another woman. If she did get away, it would hurt her. Stryme was her first lover, and she knew she wouldn't forget him easily.
Why did her life have to be turned so upside down?
Before she knew it, they had arrived at his room.
As soon as they entered his chamber, Stryme turned her into his arms and smiled down at her. His head descended towards hers, and their lips met in a slow sensual kiss. The kiss sent tingles straight down to her toes.
She leaned into him, while she wrapped her own arms around his waist. Elizabeth loved feeling his hard chest pressed against her breast. It felt so right, so perfect. It was like their bodies were made to fit together.
He broke away to trail kisses from her lips to the corner of her mouth, and then he made his way down her delicate jaw to her neck.
When he arrived at the neckline of her dress he drew away. He placed his hands on top of her shoulders, and with ease he slid the dress from her shoulders. The cold air rushed up against her hot skin, creating a wave of goose bumps.
His eyes wandered over her lush body, and she blushed deeply. It was obvious he liked what he was seeing, but she was still so uncertain about herself. This intimacy was still so new to her.
“Don't move.” Stryme told her, as he backed up a little. His eyes lazily caressed up and down her body. “I want to see your body.” He whispered, his voice gone husky. His eyes dilated, as he looked her over.
With swift movements, he undressed himself.
He grinned, when she sucked in a breath. His size would never cease to amaze her. There it was standing proud and tall against the background of black hair. The tip glistened with a drop of his seed, and she gazed at it in wonder.
What would it be like to wrap her hand around it again? What would it be like to wrap her mouth around it? Did people even do that?
Before she knew what was happening, he swept her up into his brawny arms and plopped her down on top of the bed furs.
A twinkle of laughter escaped her, as she bounced a little on the bed. She ran her hands over the fur, caressing its softness. The look in Stryme's eyes said he wanted her to caress something else though, and she sent him a wicked little grin of her own.
She could get used to being a wanton. She was finding herself enjoying the bedchamber with Stryme. He made her forget most of her fears, and he made her feel beautiful.
She scooted over on the bed. Patting the furs next to her invitingly, as she raised an eyebrow. “Will you be joining me?”
“Need you ask?” He said teasingly, as he eased himself down next to her.
Softly, his hands roamed over her body. He only stopped at her taunt nipples to tease them a bit, before exploring over her silky skin again.
Elizabeth adored having his warm hands roam over her. It made her so feverish with desire. It felt so good and the feeling of him touching her made her feel loved. He might not truly love her, but at least she could imagine him loving her.
Stryme would make a great husband for someone. At that thought she grew a tad gloomy, until his hand dipped between her thighs and made her forgot all her thoughts.
Stryme was pleased, when a gasp escaped between her beautifully lush lips. His fingers found the treasure between her soft thighs, easily.
Her body squirmed with desire. Her body was one that pleased men. She had lush curves, places to hold on to, but not too much. His cock throbbed, as he thought about being inside her again.
The feel of her nub under his finger pad teased him. He knew she had no idea the sexual tension building under his skin. All he wanted was to slip inside her, to feel her walls clamp down on him, before shuddering his release.
A moan escaped her as she came. Her thighs trembled around his hand. All he could do was stare down at her, at her beauty.
He couldn't stop the warming of his heart. He had never felt such intense emotions for a female before. Then again she was so different then any female he had known. She was also so very different from all those other humans.
Like the humans who had beat him and left him to die alone in the forest. Shaking his head he pushed those memories to the back of his mind. He would not let them ruin what he was experiencing with Elizabeth.
Her heart was open to the world around her. She was all he needed.
Elizabeth's eyes slowly opened, and she smiled as her hazy blue-eyed gaze landed on him. His heart skipped a beat, as he realized where her hand had gone.
She held his member in the palm of her hand, and she hadn't realized it. Or did she?
Stryme smiled down at her. “It felt good?”
She seemed like she was searching for the right words and then gave up. “It was unbelievable, like nothing I have ever felt before. Thank you.” Another blush crept up her face.
Could she be both passionate and shy?
It was amazing to see her throw back her head in passion only to blush after she was finished. He hoped she wasn't ashamed of what she did with him. There was nothing shameful about what they were enjoying.
“I enjoy the sounds you makeand the way you throw back your head as you come.” He whispered to her.“You don’t need to thank me, Elizabeth. I do this gladly, and because I’m also enjoying it.” He took a small pause before continuing. “It makes me feel good to see you enjoying yourself as much as you do.”
He loved how she didn't know how appealing she
was. It only made her that much more enticing to him. If he had her for the rest of his life, he would just have to keep reminding her. So many giant females knew they had good looks and flaunted it around. It was a pleasant break to have a female who didn't know her own appeal.
“It does?”
He nodded and bent down to kiss her on the lips. Gently, he eased his tongue into her mouth, and their tongues danced like lovers. After a few minutes, he leaned back and covered Elizabeth with his massive body.
The touch of her delicate skin against his hard muscle felt so right to him. From the look in her eyes, she felt the same way. He smiled, as he slowly pressed his hard chest against her soft breasts. He could feel the small peaks beneath him, scraping at his chest. He couldn't resist leaning down to suck them.
His tongue flicked the tips, and then he sucked her rosy nipple into his mouth. He lightly nibbled on them with his teeth in a tender caress. The sounds that came from her throat spurred him on and lit a fire within him. Her sweet nipples gave her so much pleasure, and he was glad to see she could open up with him. He dragged himself away from her first nipple, to continue on her second nipple. She tasted so sweet.
Her body bucked beneath him, as desire grew within her. He watched, as her eyes grew hazy. He knew if he went between her thighs he would find her wet for him.
After he decided he had teased her enough, he spread her thighs wide. He feasted his eyes on the sight before him. Her pink folds glistened. Using his thumbs he spread her folds wide so he could gaze down at her perfection.
“Stryme?”
“I am just admiring what is mine.”
He leaned back over her. With his cock in hand he slowly eased in between her soft folds. Lovingly, he gazed down at her, as he entered her fully. Then he drew back only to enter her once again. He made sure his movements were slow and loving. Stryme didn’t want to startle her. Her first few times should be soft and gentle.
“Faster!” She all but screamed, as her body started to react to his strokes.
His eyebrows rose in surprise, but he complied with her sudden request. He moved faster within her until he could feel her inner walls start to close down around his long thick length.
“Come for me, Elizabeth!” He roared, as she let out little whimpers of pleasure.
Her inner walls clamped down tight around his cock. When she came all around him, he couldn't control himself, and he thrust harder. His seed spurted out to fill her, giving him a deep satisfaction.
She was his, and he couldn’t see letting her go any time soon.
Once they were both spent, he rested on his forearms above her, and they both sucked in some much needed air.
“What are you thinking about?” He asked once he had caught his breath, which thankfully didn't take much time.
She shook her head. “I can’t think, at the moment.” She panted out and smiled up at him.
He gazed into her eyes. Blue eyes that swallowed him up, like water pulling him under. It made him breathless, and he loved that about her. He enjoyed the feelings she brought over him. It knocked him on his ass every time. It wasn't often someone was able to knock him down, but Elizabeth seemed more than able to.
He had to wonder about the pull she had over him.
Elizabeth laid beneath him in silence, as they stared into each other's eyes. His crimson eyes were so mesmerizing to her, and she found herself unable to look away.
She knew so people would find him terrifying, yet she just couldn't see him as a fearsome warrior. He had protected her from those huge mountain cats, and from the looks of it, he had battled those large cats before. He had a necklace of teeth to prove it.
So far, he’d only used his great strength to protect her and to bring her such pleasure. It was a shame she would break the trust she could feel building between the both of them tomorrow.
He allowed her a lot of freedoms he didn't have to. Her mood went from cheerful and relaxed to downcast and a little tense. She didn't need him figuring out what she and Sarah were planning.
Stryme must have seen the emotional shift in her eyes. His expression changed to one of worry. “Have I hurt you in some way?”
Could he get any sweeter? If he acted like a barbarian, this would be so much easier for her.
Elizabeth shook her head. “No, you haven't hurt me. It was just that... my thoughts were elsewhere. Somewhere sad, that is all.”
Stryme still look bothered, but seemed to decide that if she wanted to say what was wrong then she would. Elizabeth really didn't want to lie to him about what was truly troubling her.
How come everything had to be so complicated? And how come all this was happening to her? If these events had happened to Sarah, they would all be home by now. Or dead, because Sarah would have thrown such a fit if a fire giant had tried to sleep with her.
All she could do was grumble at the events that had happened in her life.
Here she was experiencing what life could be like with a man who only wanted to see to her needs when she had such a huge obligation to fulfill. It was ridiculous and nasty of fate to do this to her.
Elizabeth could see herself being content here in Stryme's arms forever. Unfortunately, for her, it just wasn’t in the stars.
Stryme didn't allow her much time to wallow in her own thoughts. Soon he was kissing and rubbing his hands all over her body. Even though they just had sex, his cock was up and ready to go again.
Stryme couldn't believe what she did to his body. He would have her forever. This he knew. He would never let her go. He couldn't let her go. She was his treasure.
She kept him on his toes, and he liked the challenge. Though he wished she would give up trying to return to her land. He wanted her to remain with him here at his castle.
Elizabeth looked down at his member in clear amazement. “You are ready to go again? From conversations I overheard my mother having, it sounded as though it took men awhile to get it back up.”
There was no way Stryme could contain his bellow of laughter at what had just come out of her mouth. “My dear, only old men have trouble or the weak. I am neither.”
Elizabeth smiled naughtily, as she rubbed her hands up his muscled chest. It was amazing what he had turned her into. She was a sex crazed woman who couldn't keep thinking about him or keeping her hands off of him.
He growled, rolling her over. She giggled uncontrollably, as he held her hands down above her head. He kissed his way from her neck to her breasts. He had a slight scruff that tickled against her skin.
“Let me prove to you that I am neither frail nor aged.” He mumbled against her hot skin.
With a slightly breathy voice she replied, “Yes! Please prove it to me.”
There was barely any time for her to think about the wanton creature he had turned her into. Soon, he was all over her kissing, nipping, and fondling.
With one swift movement, he was inside her, throbbing and hard. She felt complete, when he was inside her.
They spent the night pleasuring each other, before they both finally drifted off into an exhausted sleep. Elizabeth dreamed of a life where she was with Stryme, and she didn't have to worry about her people. And best of all she didn't have any sort of feeling of obligation to help her people with the war they faced.
Chapter 13
Elizabeth woke to find Stryme still sleeping soundly beside her, and she smiled broadly. It was nice to find him still beside her.
She guessed she hadn't been the only one who had been tired out by what they had done last night. He might not be weak or old, but he had sure tested his strength last night, much to her satisfaction.
When she moved her legs, she groaned a little with the pain in her thighs. It was more than worth it to her. She couldn’t believe all the things they had done last night. At one point, she had though it might never end.
She had prayed it would never end. She hadn’t wanted the morning to come. Elizabeth just wanted to stay in his strong arms, for the rest of her life.
Without disturbing the still sleeping and snoring Stryme, she got off the bed and made her way around the room quietly.
She threw on some of the clothes he had given her and relished the feel of the furs caressing her soft skin. This was the way to dress everyday. Her people wore tight fitting clothing. Clearly, no one had any idea how much more comfortable they could be in their every day lives if they switched things up for once.
She hadn’t been keen on wearing fur at first, but now she couldn’t imagine not wearing them. It was so much softer and she had grown used to against her skin. Up here in the mountains fur was the best way at keeping the cold at bay.
She shivered at the thought of going back to all that tight fabric. All the fashions and tight corsets, because heaven forbid a woman actually look like a normal human being.
Elizabeth was delaying long enough. Sarah would probably already be down in the great hall awaiting her to make plans for their escape.
Elizabeth stared at Stryme for the longest time, while she nibbled her bottom lip. It didn't sit right with her to do this to him. Perhaps, they were going about this the wrong way.
She eased open the wooden door. She looked over her shoulder at his sleeping form, and then exited without making a sound.
While Elizabeth made her way through the castle, she kept thinking about Stryme. It made her downcast to think what would happen if she might succeed. She wouldn't see him again, if she made it back to her people.
The noise of the great hall jolted her back to reality, and her gaze wondered over the group gathered in the hall.
She found Sarah easily enough among the crowd of huge fire giants. The only thing she didn't understand was why Sarah was talking so intently with Lele. As she stood there watching them, Sarah glanced up in her direction. She said something to Lele who turned and looked at Elizabeth with a smirk on her face.
Elizabeth was confused about what Sarah and Lele would be talking about. When did either of them have something in common?