Dirty Erotica Sex Stories

by Jenny Ramshard

  In seconds, it was over. That man who had attacked me was dead, and before I even had a chance to relax, to allow myself to feel relief, Calran was moving again.

  I had to hand it to him. I never would have seen the venomous snake before it sunk its fangs into me, but he did. I was soon staring down at the twitching remains of the real attack, and I shook my head, trying to clear it, still clutching the dagger tightly.

  “A two pronged attack,” I whispered. “The first only a decoy.”

  Calran arched an eyebrow, and something crossed his face, some sort of odd expression which was hard to read on his face. It almost seemed as though he felt some sort of grudging respect for me for figuring it out.

  Honestly. Did he think I was helpless? I had learned combat and war strategy at my mother’s knee. How could I expect to be a good queen when my time came, if I didn’t know the first thing about fighting?

  “Yes,” he admitted, and his voice send little thrills through me in a way which I was fairly certain I shouldn’t let myself focus on too much. “The warrior was simply to draw your attention, so while you were defending yourself, you would fall pray to the snake.”

  It was a fiendish plan, and if not for Calran, I had to admit it probably would have worked.

  Though I despised myself for the weakness, I started to shake with fear. No, not with fear. The time to be frightened had passed, and there was no more threat. I shook with reaction to the situation, with the realization I could be dead.

  I certainly would be dead, if not for Calran.

  “You saved me,” I whispered, and I knew it was true. My legs wobbled, and I almost went over. I certainly would have, if he hadn’t reached out and steadied me.

  He really wasn’t supposed to touch me, but he had, twice now. Once when he’d picked me up to take me away from the snake’s venomous fangs, and then again when he put his hands on my shoulders. No man had ever laid hands on me before. It simply wasn’t done.

  I would never really know what happened then, or why I allowed it to happen. All I really knew was that I wanted him. It had something to do with the way he’d saved me, and something more with the fit of his armor over his strong body. With the way his muscles had flexed as he’d come to my rescue.

  I wanted to live, and I wanted to know I had chosen life. Maybe that’s all it was, but it made me take a risk that I never normally would have. When he turned to face me, I just acted.

  It was so easy. I simply laid a hand on his huge, strong chest, feeling the flex of the muscles under the skin. I stretched up onto my tiptoes, and without the slightest of hesitation, I threw away a lifetime of training as I pressed my lips against his.

  My mother would disown me. My subjects would kill him. It was utterly forbidden, and I had never wanted to do such a thing before. So then, with all of those things in mind, why did it feel so very right to open my mouth to him?

  He did hesitate. For a moment, I was certain he would push me away from him. Maybe, as a human, he was only attracted to other humans. Perhaps he didn’t find me pleasing. Or perhaps he simply wouldn’t want to risk my mother’s ire if she ever found out.

  And then his lips parted, and his tongue swept into my mouth. His strong arms came around me, gripping me tightly, and I gave myself over to the kiss completely. I’d never felt anything like it, but the way my very body seemed to be on fire, I knew I could easily get addicted.

  Calran

  Since when did dreams, or in this case, erotic fantasies, come true out of nowhere?

  I’d been so sure that it could never happen. Rinyia was far too dignified to ever let herself feel lust for me. And then, just when I couldn’t have been any more sure about that, she was in my arms kissing me as though her very life depended on it.

  At first, I was sure it had to be some sort of trap. It had been impossible for me not to notice that she was unhappy with me being assigned to her. This could be the perfect way for her to get rid of me.

  Then I kissed her back, because even if I was right in my suspicions, I didn’t care anymore. She felt even better in my arms than I had imagined, and I needed her. Even if I only had her this once …

  Well, if this would be the only time, I would have to make it count.

  So I did the only logical thing I could think of to do. Again, it just wasn’t every day that a guy like me had such a dream come true, and I wasn’t going to waste this chance. I swept her up into my arms, and she gasped, but she didn’t call out for help, as I had thought she might.

  Of course, I was her bodyguard. The only one in the area, for her own safety. Maybe she was just going along with this because she thought she had no choice?

  I knew better. The way she held onto me, the way she moaned and clung to me, and then, if there could still be any doubt, there was a jarring clatter as the knife which she had clutched in her hand fell to the ground.

  It seemed impossible, but she wanted me. And I wasn’t going to question it any longer. Without any hesitation, I dropped her onto the bed.

  One quick movement, and I had more than I had ever seriously thought possible. I stripped her snowy white dress off over her head, and, for the first time, her slender, perfect, petite body was bared to me.

  She was utterly flawless, her skin pale and smooth and creamy, her waist tiny, her hips perfectly flared. Her nipples, the same dark pink as her lips, seemed to beg for my touch, for my lips on them, and she lay with her long, gorgeous legs slightly parted.

  Something about the way her body was arranged on the bed made me think she was more than a little aroused. It wasn’t the first time I’d experienced this, an elf with a dirty little thing for being tossed around by a human, but this was the first time I’d even suspected Rinyia herself might be one of those elves.

  “Calran,” she whispered, the first time she had called me by my name. The one word drove me insane, and I growled softly, grabbing the nightdress I had just removed from her. It was of the finest fabric, light and thin, and when I twisted it into shape, it made the perfect rope.

  “Rinyia,” I said right back, knowing I was sealing my fate. Had already sealed my fate. It wasn’t allowed, for me to call her by her first name. She was my superior, and only the queen her mother was allowed to call her just by her name. But we’d gone a little bit past that, I thought. “Roll onto your stomach.”

  Even then, part of me expected her to just laugh at me, and then order my death. For me to be giving her orders was, in some way, absolutely ludicrous, but instead of laughing, she moaned and did as she was told, showing off the lovely, sweet little curve of her perfect, smooth ass.

  Without the slightest hesitation, I acted. I was on her in a second, tying her to the bed with the rope I’d made out of her own nightdress. I soon had her fixed into place, helpless for me, and the really incredible thing was that she didn’t seem to mind at all.

  I had the crown princess helpless for me. Under my control. And from the look on her face as she gazed over her shoulder at me, she loved it. She couldn’t get enough of it.

  “If you wish for me to stop, say the word ‘sword’,” I told her. “I won’t listen to anything else.”

  Meaning that she could fight me, if she wanted. She could tell me to stop, and I wouldn’t. Not unless she said that word. If she had any fantasies along that line …

  Her luminous eyes widened, and then she nodded slowly. The message had been received, and it didn’t take long for me to see the effects of it.

  “No, get off of me,” Rinyia protested, squirming against her bonds in a way which showed off her gorgeous body to the best possible advantage. She writhed, and even then, it was obvious that she wasn’t actually trying to get free, but only to test her bonds to see how tight they were.

  I knew how to tie knots. I knew how to restrain someone. She wasn’t going anywhere, and when she realized it, she couldn’t even hold back a soft moan of pleasure.

  “No, pretty little princess,” I hissed, running a hand over the curve of
her ass before abruptly spanking it hard. “You belong to me. I can do what I want with you.”

  The sound of that spank echoed through the room, white hot heat rushing through my entire body as I heard it. This girl was mine, all mine, and not just for tonight, either.

  It was utterly ridiculous and probably impossible, but I wanted to keep her.

  “By the Gods,” Rinyia whispered, and I could tell, much to my delight, that she was having a hard time even pretending not to want this. Her slender body trembled, and she pushed up toward me, her body so completely ready to be struck again.

  What could I do other than oblige her?

  I hit her again, watching the firm flesh of her gorgeous ass quiver as I struck it. Her breath caught in an audible little gasp, and when I took a brief break from spanking her to push my fingers between her legs and graze over her soft, slick folds, I found her dripping wet for me.

  Back and forth, I alternated, rubbing over her clit, then pushing my fingers deep inside her soaking wet channel, fucking her with two fingers at once. She was aroused, yes, but she was also so tight, and I knew I was going to have to have her. I was going to need to be buried deep inside of her.

  The only problem was, once I’d had her, I was absolutely positive I would never want to let her go. As I looked down at her as she moaned and whimpered and convulsed around me, I had to think it was probably a little bit idiotic of me to think I could keep the crown princess all to myself.

  The Gods knew I would try, though.

  Rinyia

  There were dreams so secret, so personal, that I had never even told them to myself. Things I wanted, things I urgently desired, which no one must ever know, or my ruin would be complete.

  Without even seeming to try, Calran found those things. He found them, and he brought them up into the light, and he played on them expertly, as a skilled bard might play upon a harp.

  Tied, helpless, I should have been terrified. I should have used the word he gave me the moment he spoke it, and I should have sent him from my sight. Better to have no guard at all, than one who would dishonor me as he was …

  Only it didn’t feel as though I were being dishonored.

  I couldn’t move. My dress made far more effective a prison than I would have thought. I lay on my stomach, my tender skin vulnerable to him, listening to the sound of him spanking me over and over again.

  Never, not even as a child, had anyone thought to strike me. I had had no way of knowing what it would do to me, how it would send little sparks of pure fire racing through my veins, how it would utterly disarm me and make me his within seconds.

  I could fight, and I knew he wouldn’t stop. Just as I knew he would stop instantly if I used the word. He had turned me into a willing accomplice in my own ravishment, and I loved it.

  So I couldn’t even make myself fight him. Not when I wanted this so badly, my whole body seemed to be melting with the force of it, the heat of it. From the moment his hand touched my tender skin, I was lost.

  Or so I had thought, until I realized just how much further I had to fall.

  His fingers slipped between my thighs, spread them wide, and his fingers brushed over the most sensitive parts of my body. If there had been just a little bit less pleasure, I probably would have been embarrassed by how very wet I was, how ready for him, as his fingers slid over my swollen lips and plucked at my clit, but I couldn’t find anything in me other than pleasure, and obsession with that pleasure.

  Just as he had teased me to the point where I was certain I must explode with that pleasure, he pulled away, returning to spanking me. There was no rhyme or reason to it, just pain, then pleasure, and back again until I had no idea what to expect, until my body was screwed up to a fever pitch of sensation and pain became pleasure itself. They were mingled so completely, I couldn’t tell one from another.

  My mother had always told me that magic felt like being in a different state, almost a different world. Being connected to herself, but also to everything else in the universe. This was the closest I had ever felt to such an elusive state.

  My eyes had slipped closed, but they flashed open again when I heard the furtive whisper of clothing being rearranged in some way behind me. I glanced over my shoulder, only to see him slipping his belt of braided leather strips from around his waist.

  “By the Gods,” I whispered, my eyes widening as I took in the sight. He took a second to strip, too, and my dazzled eyes didn’t know where to look first. At the strips of leather, clutched in his hand? At the strong, smooth expanse of his chest, his massive shoulders, his impressive legs?

  Or at his cock? Hard, pressing up against his stomach, as thick around as my wrist, if not thicker, it was definitely something to get my attention. I was definitely paying attention …

  I was untouched. No elf, and certainly no human, had ever laid hands on me before. I had always been far too well guarded, and too caught up in propriety to take advantage of anything that did come along.

  Could I even take such a monster inside of myself?

  Calran raised his hand, and the first strike of the belt cracked down, right over the curve of my ass. As worked up as I was, I didn’t feel it, not as pain. Instead, it was welcome, the most exquisite, hot sensation, and I found myself pushing my hips up toward it.

  I lost track of time. I lost track of any misgivings. Nothing mattered, other than the fact was Calran was beating me, the way he expertly gave me this pleasure-pain mixture until I could barely breathe. Fire streaked through my entire body, and I whimpered and moaned and any remnants of my dignity were long gone.

  I was a mess, my hair in a loose cloud all around me, sweaty and with my breath hitching in my chest. If my subjects could see me now …

  Dimly, I realized that I was no longer being beaten with the makeshift belt he had been clutching. My eyes had once more squeezed shut, as I had been desperate to really experience the sensations he was giving me, but they opened, and I found myself looking up close at his erection, which had intimidated me a little.

  As close as he was, I should have been even more scared, but I wasn’t. Instead, I licked my lips, finding myself eager for it. He gripped the back of my head, kneeling on the bed beside me, and guided it in, and I went willingly.

  Anyone watching would have thought he had all of the power, with me bound and gasping and moaning for me, eager for anything he gave me. In that moment, however, I learned that I wasn’t without a power of my own. When my lips brushed over the slick, leaking head of his cock, when they caressed the sensitive skin, he gasped, and I knew what it felt like to feel the power he must feel when he saw me bound for him.

  He was helpless for me as I parted my lips, as I accepted him inside my mouth. Helpless as I stroked over the smooth, hot, satiny skin of his cock with my lips, taking him inch by inch inside my mouth. He belonged to me as he pushed between my lips, and the further I took him, the more he was mine.

  “Rinyia,” he moaned, and I got to watch as the huge, strong man came apart, just with the motion of my lips and tongue and even with my teeth. Salt and masculine musk filled my mouth, enslaving me further, but then, I had him helpless, too. I worked on him, and my jaw stretched as I opened wide, accepting him inch by inch.

  I tried not to feel triumphant as my nose grazed over his pubic hair. I had him buried deep into my mouth, even into my throat, swallowing around him as he thrust gently.

  He was mine. As much as I was his, he was mine, too, and he would be as long as I could make his body feel the things he was obviously feeling.

  “Rinyia,” he whispered again, and I moaned, encouraging him. Once or twice more, he thrust into my throat, and then he pulled out and I was left empty. It disappointed me, at least a little. I knew very little about what happened between a man in a woman, but I had read enough, and overheard conversations, enough to know that I wanted to know what would happen to him when he had his climax.

  “No, don’t stop,” I whispered, and he smirked and ran h
is fingers over my swollen lips.

  “I will have your mouth. I will fill it again,” he promised, and that made me shiver. Until then, I hadn’t been sure if this was nothing more than a moment of temporary insanity from both of us, but he had just promised me it would happen again.

  “When I come inside you for the first time, though,” he murmured, his words filthy, his tone seductive, “I don’t want it to be between your lips.”

  Oh Gods. Even for me, as inexperienced as I was, I knew what that meant. I shuddered helplessly, and he smirked into my face and then slid down away from me. Only so that he could cover me with his enormous body, trapping me under him, his cock rubbing over my ass.

  It should have been filthy, and on some level, it was. I was always so aware that this was a human, and not only was I going to bed him, but I was going to love it. The heat of his body, the way he smelled, so musky, how huge he was, it should have been terrifying.