Elam (8 page)

As soon as he stepped his foot out the door and was standing on the ground, the door slammed shut. The lock turning had him dropping his weapon and rushing to see if it had really locked him out. But before he could go a foot, he saw the woman standing in the field.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” He reached for his gun, which was just far enough away that he had to stretch to get it, and it moved. Not because he’d touched it, but it moved away from him. Toward the woman. And when he looked at her again, she had cut the difference between them in half. “Who are you? What are you doing here? I have a gun.”

“You have nothing that I fear.”

He backed up when she floated toward him. She’d taken no steps, not flown like the dragon, had but floated, like she had no legs and just used air to get to him. When he backed up against the camper, she was standing about five feet from him. “You’re Ralph Desmond Sharp, aren’t you? A man who thinks to get him a dragon to sell. You should know that’s going to get you into a great deal of trouble.”

“What are you talking about?” He knew though, knew just what she was talking about. “Who are you? Why are you here, out here scaring me?”

“Do I scare you, Ralph Desmond Sharp?” The way she said his name, his full name, made him think that she was trying to curse him. And when she put out her hand to touch him, he whimpered as he tried to melt himself into his home. “I should scare you, you fool. Killing dragons is something that is forbidden.”

“No one believes them to be alive, so how can I be breaking any law? I’m here on a hunting trip. What I find, if I find anything, is mine. I have permits.” She laughed, throwing back her head and laughing like he’d told the greatest joke of all time. “I asked you who you were. I demand that you answer me.”

“Demand, is it? And how is it that you feel you have any ability to command one such as myself?” He wasn’t sure what she was asking him so said nothing. “You? A mere human thinks to tell me what to do? I think not.”

Her manner of speech made him think of those old shows his mamma used to watch, where the women wore long dresses and the men hats and coats to go out and have tea. He couldn’t remember what the storyline was about, but he did remember thinking it was the most boring movie. When she laughed again, he watched her.

“The dragon that you helped to kill, Dawod. Do you realize that he was as old as the earth? That his death was one of the most felt deaths of any dragon?” Ralph asked her where the body was. “Gone. His magic is where it should be, too. With the earth faerie. Her babe and their family will use it in ways that you cannot even imagine the riches they will receive by getting such a boon.”

“That money is mine.” She asked him what money. “The riches, then. The ones that family stole from me, that’s all mine. I killed him.”

“This is not a thing you should say lightly. To kill one, to brag on the death of one so great, it is forbidden.” He rolled his eyes, no longer afraid of the woman or whatever she was. “Besides, I only said riches. I never said money. Is this what you are doing here? Trying to collect on money?”

He was confused. He’d only admit that to himself, but the way she kept bouncing around, twisting up her words and his, was making him pissy. Ralph felt something move over him, sort of touch in his head, and he rubbed his nose, coming away with a little blood. Now he had fear with his anger.

“Hey, bitch, it’s what makes the world go around. But no, not just the money. There’s the fame that I’ll get when they figure out that I got one. Then I’m going to take the body and carve it up for my own personal gain.” She tisked at him and he smiled. “What, you don’t need money where you come from?”

“Nay, I am dead.” He thought he could have gone his whole life without hearing that. “I am here to warn you off. Much as the witch did when you first encountered her.”

“Witch? You mean that bitch in white? What the fuck is up with her? She sicced a bear on me.” The dead woman laughed and he felt himself getting braver by the second. “You tell her when you see her that she tries that shit again and I’m going to blow a hole through her head.”

The woman moved then, so quickly that it was a blur. The distance between them was closed, her body pressed against his so tightly that he was once again nearly one with the walls of his home. And when she licked his cheek, Ralph felt his belly tighten and his balls come so close to his body that he cupped them in his hand to try and ease some of the pressure.

“Do you know what I am?” Her voice was darker now, almost like she’d been strangled. He had no idea why that thought popped into his head, but now all he could think about was being strangled. “Vampire.”

He didn’t think that his blood moved, stopping his heart in the process. His breath stopped moving in and out of his lungs to the point where he felt as if he were deep in the pits of hell and there was nothing to breathe. When he closed his eyes, trying to convince himself that this was a dream, they were torn open, her fingers pulling them apart to see her. Ralph looked into her eyes, not having any way, it seemed, to look away. And there he saw evil. Pure, unadulterated evil.

“Please, don’t hurt me.” She laughed, and her body, cold against his, moved without a sound. And when she tilted his neck, he knew that she was going to tear his throat out and leave him there to be drained. “Please. I didn’t mean any harm.”

“Do not lie to me.” He shook his head, both agreeing with her and trying to dislodge her fingers from his face. “You will leave here. Now. Today, and never return. If I hear of you killing another dragon, I will hunt you down and rip out your throat as I feast upon your blood.”

“Please. I beg of you. Don’t kill me.” She told him to agree. “Yes, I agree. I won’t return. I won’t kill another dragon. I’ll leave here today.”

The bite to his throat had him cry out in pain. And when she slurped at his wound, noisily sucking his blood from his body, he held onto the wall and begged for his life. She touched his cock, wrapped her hand around him as she drank from him, and Ralph was sickened when he got hard, his body betraying him even as he was being murdered.

Come for me.
He shook his head, trying once again to get her away from him. But he was getting harder, his balls filling. And then he was naked, his cock in her bare hands. He looked down at himself as she jerked him, her hand sliding up and down his cock using his own pre juices.
Come for me. Then I’ll let you fuck me.

“No. I don’t want to fuck you.” The laughter, like the voice, was in his head. And when he came, crying out his release, she pulled her mouth from his throat to his chest. The bite to his nipple felt like she was trying to get to his heart. Yet he was getting hard again, something that never happened to him. As she went to her knees in front of him, Ralph once again begged her to stop.

“Tell me no.” She licked his cock from root to tip. “If you say you do not wish to fuck me, and mean it, then I will leave you here, your cock hard and full.”

She stood up, her body as naked as he was now, and touched her nipple. He wanted to taste her there. Suckle the tiny morsel in his mouth until he came on her. As her fingers slid down to her pussy, he touched his hardening cock, fisted it so that when she moaned at her own touch, he nearly pulled his cock from his body.

“I want to fuck you.”

She nodded, her body already moving around so that she leaned over his picnic table, spread out for him like dinner. Her ass was at his cock, her breasts swinging beneath her. And when he pulled her to him, filled her pussy with his cock, Ralph knew that this was going to be the best fuck of his life. All other thoughts of fear and her being a vampire left his head.

He pounded her hard. And no matter how hard he took her, she would beg him for more. When she stood up, his cock still deep inside of her, he fondled her breasts, tugged on her nipples, and twisted them until she cried out. When she moved away from him, taking her pussy from his cock, he watched her lay on his bed and wondered how that had happened.

“It will be better here, for all of us.” He wasn’t sure what she meant until he was touched from behind. The hands were large, bigger than his, but they were doing things to his body that he couldn’t help enjoying. “He wants to fuck you. While you fuck me.”

“Yes.” He hadn’t thought of sex with another man before. Had even thought it kind of wrong. But the thought of this faceless man fucking him made his cock harder, his need spike. When the woman on the bed, his bed, begged him to come to her, he got on it with her. With her body spread out for him, he moved up between her legs as the bed shifted behind him. The man took his ass in his hands and he had a moment of panic, a moment of fear, but the woman spread her nether lips and he could see her clit swollen with need for him.

“Fuck my cunt.” He moved up her, his cock in his hand as the man behind him touched his ass. Then something touched inside of him, a finger he was sure, but it stilled him in movement. “He’s going to take you there. Fuck you hard like you’re going to do me. And when he comes in your ass, you’re going to fill my pussy at the same time.”

The moment he slid inside of her, his ass felt as if it were being ripped apart. Screaming against the pain of it, trying his best to get away, he slammed his cock deeper into the woman and she cried out in pleasure.

Ralph didn’t move…he didn’t have to as the man did all the work. His arms were on either side of him now, his cock sliding in and out of him so quickly and so hard that he knew he was going to die. Then the most incredible thing happened. He felt his balls fill, his cock ache to empty. When the man behind him licked his shoulder, he knew that he was going to be bitten and needed it…wanted to feel him sinking his teeth into him like he needed his next heartbeat. The woman dug her nails into his arms, holding him while she cried out she was coming, and he was bitten. Not by just the man, but by both of them. Ralph came so hard that he saw stars and breasts. Yes, he thought, there were breasts in his vision as he simply slipped away.

Chapter 7

“Mistress?” Ariannona opened her eyes and looked at the tiny figure in front of her. He’d been waking her off and on over the past...well, she had no idea how long it had been going on, but she was too tired to care any longer. Her body was spent. “Mistress? They have come here.”

“All right, Izic.” She closed her eyes again, not caring what he was talking about. “When you come back the next time, I wish for you to bring me a rose. You know where they are hidden.”

“We have them. And we know how to use them.” The voice wasn’t Izic’s. She wasn’t even sure whose it was, but she nodded. The rose had been both her blessing and her curse. But it was magical. “Wake enough to take some of the broth, love. We have to help you.”

“I’ve no need of food or broth, Izic. Please, just leave me in peace.” The man said no and she looked up at him. “Elam? What kind of trick is this?”

“No tricks. Come on, love. Drink some of this. And I must say, that is the most beautiful rose garden I’ve ever seen. My mom would have loved it.” She tried to sit up, but her body was too weak, her arms not able to hold her up for long. “Casdon has gone to get a net to carry you back to the house with. I wasn’t sure that you’d be able to hold onto him while he flew.”

“I’m dying.” He told her not if he could help it. “What are you doing here? I thought you ill.”

“I was. For a little while anyway. But then I had a long talk with my mom and she straightened me out. Here, eat this.” The spoon was shoved in her mouth and she had no choice but to swallow or spit it back at him. And that was sounding tempting. “If you spit it out, we’re just going to be here longer. Now drink this up so I can get you ready to go.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

He said nothing but put another spoonful of the rose soup in her mouth. She had to admit, it was delicious, but she was mad at him, or she thought she should have been, and tried to turn her head when he put another spoonful at her lips.

When he said her name, she turned to look at him. Ariannona thought he looked defeated. And for some reason, that hurt her. He watched her, the spoon in his hand, the soup steaming in the other hand, and she wanted to hold him. Then he started to speak.

“I spoke to my long dead mother today. Did you know that was possible?” She said that she’d learned that anything was possible if you wanted it badly enough. “Yes, that’s true. But to be honest with you, I really didn’t want to speak to her. I wanted to...well, that’s beside the point.”

“You wished to talk to her because you thought her not able to give you answers you did not want to hear.” He smiled at her and said that was it precisely. “What, pray, does that have to do with you being here with me? I thought you done with me. You’d be better off not staying here. You will get ill again.”

“No I won’t. But I never really started with you, did I? Me nor Casdon. But we’re going to work on that. As soon as you’re healthy. But back to the conversation with my mom. She didn’t really speak to me as much as she made me aware of how angry and.... My father told me he was ashamed of me. I don’t think I had ever heard him say that to anyone. And I don’t want him to feel that way about me ever again.”

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. Where is Izic? I asked him not to tell anyone where I was.” The brownie cleared his throat, and she looked at him. “You brought them here? You told them what I asked you not to?”

“Nay, mistress, I did not bring them here at all. I might have guided them to this cave, but they only asked me where I was living, not about you. And I told no living soul about your being ill, just as I promised. Nor did I mention to a living soul that you were dying here. Alone in this cave.” She eyed him, and he smiled at her. “I did tell the lady Sally and the queen. The original one, not the one that lives in the big house. I needed to unburden myself, as it were. The promise and the result of it made me sad, and I needed to speak with someone or be sadder still.”

She felt betrayed. And when Elam asked her to take another bite, she turned her head from him and stared down the long tunnel that led deep into the mountain. It was where she should have gone when Izic left her the first time. He was terrified of the darkness. Then none of this would be happening.

“You should not be here. You will get ill again, as I said.” He said he wouldn’t, not now. “And why is that? Have you a sudden trust of me?”

“Yes.” She looked at him, trying to gauge if he was lying to her. “I’ve been wrong before, but never had I hurt someone that I love so much by it. I am and will be forever sorry for not trusting you. I’d like to tell you that it’ll never happen again, that I’ll never make you so mad at me that you wish to run. But I promise you now that I never meant to harm you in any way.”

“You do not trust me even now.” He nodded, then shook his head. “You do that a great deal. Are you so indecisive that you cannot come up with an answer?”

“No. I’m trying to tell you that I trust you. With every fiber of my being.” He put the bowl down, and she was surprised to see that his hands were blue. She asked him about it. “I made your broth while Casdon found the mushrooms that went with it. I had no idea that there was a garden so close to the lakes, and Izic said that it was all your making. But the rose petals had to be fresh, and since I had no idea if you meant your handful needed to be crushed or any handful, I sort of picked too many. But they’ve gone to good use. I plan to put the others on my mom’s grave. She’ll love that.”

She looked over at her friend and wondered what other things he might have told them. She wondered aloud how long she’d been there. Elam told her only a few hours. And a day.

“You’ve been here for an entire day and a part? For what reason?” He told her because he loved her. “You might, but you have to have them both for you to keep from getting ill again. It’s not worth the effort you have wasted here today.”

“I think it is.” He leaned back on the stone he was on and watched her as he continued. “You are very beautiful. I never told you that before. But Christ, woman, you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Nay. You aren’t to tell me untruths.” She shook herself mentally. “You take me to the past with your flattery. I have worked hard in not sounding as if I’ve come from another century.”

“But you have and I love it.” Ariannona wanted him gone, but before she could tell him again this was a mistake, the room darkened for a moment when someone walked into the mouth of the cave. “Ah, here he is. Casdon. Look, she wakes. I think her still weak, but we shouldn’t have any trouble getting her home.”

Just as she was ready to tell them both to go to hell, the dragon shifted to man and came to her. When he kissed her, pulling her body to his, all she could think about was how much she loved these men and the feelings that they’d awakened in her. When he stepped back she was flustered and felt out of sorts, and wanted to snap at them both.

“I should like to make love to you, right here, right now.” Her body heated and she looked around for Izic. “I sent him on his way. He’s to prepare the room at our house so that you will be comfortable. You will be…we’re going to make sure of it.”

“We’re in a cave. You must be mad. There isn’t any bed soft enough, and the ground is cold and hard.” Elam stood up and started pulling his shirt off. “I’ve been here for two days. I’m not fit for making love. And you might get ill again.”

“We’re not going to be sick again. I’ve told you that.” She looked at Casdon, who was naked, stroking his cock. Elam laughed a little as he continued. “See, he is as ready for you as I am. Let us come on your lovely body. Then when we get you home, we’ll take a nice long hot shower together and then you’ll be clean. So we can muss you again.”

“I don’t want this.” Her body was telling them a different story; she knew that they could smell her heat. “Don’t do this, Elam. Casdon, please. You have to see reason.”

“The only reason I can see where this does not happen is that you tell us no. Do you want us to stop?” Elam was naked now too, his cock so thick and long that her mouth watered to take him inside of her. She didn’t even care which way he took her. As his hand moved up and down his cock his eyes closed, and he moaned as he continued. “The thought of coming on you. Marking you with my cum.”

“I want to suck you. Feel you fucking my mouth as you have before.” He nodded and took a step toward her as she got to her knees. Running her hands down her body to make her clothing disappear, she felt hands on her skin as she exposed herself to her men. Casdon wasted no time in going behind her, and lifted her up so that she was impaled on his cock. “Elam, come to me.”

He moved to her, his cock still in his hand, and she took him in her mouth. The cock at her back made her needy and wetter, and when Casdon slid his fingers onto her clit, she rode him with the same vigor she used to fuck Elam with her mouth.

“Christ yes, love. That’s it. Take me, make me come.” She was going to come…Casdon was holding her pussy with one hand while her breasts and nipples were being abused by the other. She was on fire…everywhere she was touched, even at the back of her throat, she felt it in her heart. They loved her.

“I need to shift places.” Before she could think what Casdon was saying to her, she was on her feet and being kissed by Elam. His hands, like Casdon’s, were massaging her, branding her like she wanted. And when Casdon said her name, she looked down at him lying on the ground.

He had turned so that his feet were out, his head now resting on his arms. When he fisted his cock again and told her to come cover him, she moved to lower herself over his cock with Elam’s help. When she was there, her pussy filled with him, Elam stood in front of her and she took him in her mouth again.

Riding him. That’s what she was doing, riding Casdon. His hands now held her hips as his own body moved up and into hers. When she felt Elam curl his hand to the back of her head, she cupped his balls, felt the lovely weight of them while he slid his cock down past the tightness of her throat. And then he filled her, his cum burning as it slid past the muscles there. It gave her such a wondrous feeling. But she needed more. Had to have all of them.

His cock touched off another powerful climax. She cried out even as Elam pounded her throat and Casdon her pussy. When Elam pulled from her mouth, cum still spraying from his tip, she was rolled to her back and Casdon fucked her hard.

Elam watched them, his cock hard as it had been in her mouth, her saliva and his cum making his stroking himself smooth. And when he leaned back, holding his balls for her to see him, she wrapped her legs around Casdon’s hips and held him tightly to her as she watched her other true love masturbate.

It was like being a part of everything. She could feel Elam’s hand on his cock as if she were stroking him. Casdon’s balls felt like they were giving her pussy a hard and firm punch each time he filled her. And when he cried out, Casdon telling her that he was coming, she felt herself roll with him, her body taking pleasure as much as she was giving it.

The first spray of his cum shooting up from his cock had her screaming out her second release. Casdon fucked her harder, his body seemingly becoming a part of hers. He cried out again, and she did as well, screaming out their names as her body came apart. She slipped away, knowing that no matter what, they’d care for her.

~~~

Ralph woke in his bed. He lay there for several minutes, letting the things that he’d done, the things that had been done to him, wash over him. Reaching out slowly with just his fingers, almost too afraid to check, he made sure he was alone in his bed before he opened his eyes.

There wasn’t anyone with him, thankfully, and when he rolled to his back, looking up at the ceiling, he realized that he wasn’t sore. His body felt fine. Sitting up in his bed, he checked his body for bite marks. Tiny holes at his throat and nipples where he knew that he’d been bitten. Nothing.

Getting up, stretching his long body, he felt...well, he felt wonderful. Like he’d slept for a full night, his body relaxed and fit. Searching his arms over his head in the bathroom while looking in the mirror, he not only didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, but he was also surprised to find that he had no bruising and no cuts. Ralph knew that at one point the man had cut him with his long claw-like nails and had drank from him. The woman had beaten him with a whip, and his body had been bloodied and sore.

The bed was pristine too, and his body unharmed. Ralph was beginning to think it had been a dream. A very vivid but bad dream. He moved to take a shower, turning on the water and looking at the mirror over the sink. As he brushed his teeth, he thought of all the things he had to do today. Going into town had to be a priority.

Scrubbing up, he started to whistle and then sing. He’d done that a lot before he’d married, singing in the shower at the top of his lungs. His ex-wife had hated it, telling him that he had no voice and that he made her head pound when he belted out such a monstrosity so early in the morning. He sang louder today, uncaring of the notes he didn’t hit or the words he probably did not get right. When he got out, drying his body all over, he moved to his bedroom again and began pulling on clothes.

Going into the kitchen, he pulled down a bowl and a box of cereal to eat. He was making a mental list of things he had to do when he looked out the window over the sink. As he stood there, the implications of what he was seeing registering in his mind, the bowl and its contents dropped to the floor and shattered into a huge mess.