Shared Between Them (14 page)

“I’m letting you cool down,” he lied, because he was really walking over to oil his cock.

“What are you doing?” she grumbled when he’d been away from her for a full minute. Her bottom was squirming back and forth anxiously. She was so frustrated that every word she uttered was a pout. “I hate this! Untie me! My wrists hurt.”

“Then stop trying to get out of your ties,” he advised, and came back to her, his fingers covered in oil. He tucked one arm around her waist and then boldly reached into the crevice of her bottom and exchanged the oil on his fingers with the delicate skin on and around her anus, swirling his fingers, playing with her entrance and finally penetrating it again.

She pressed her forehead onto her tied wrists, looking like she was succumbing to forbear what was coming, surely thinking that he was just going to use his fingers, even when he came up behind her.

He came up behind her and untied her bindings from the headboard. She struggled under him, but he kept her in place until her wrists were tied again and her shoulders were pushed down to the bed. “Keep that ass up,” he instructed.

Grumbling under her breath, she raised her bottom up as he pushed himself back to his knees and straddled behind her. He held her shoulders down with one hand as he put his cock at her entrance with the other.

“No!” she screamed as soon as his crown found her tiny, virgin hole. “You can’t! You
can’t
! Taric,
please
!”

“Shh,” Taric cooed, pressing the head of his cock slightly in. “You’ll be okay. This will feel good, elfling, just relax.”

“You’re torturing me!” she cried from the mattress. He noted to himself that she still hadn’t begged for him; she was a stubborn little thing.

He pushed his cock farther in. She began to squeak with discomfort, and he slowed so that she could adjust to his girth. She didn’t appreciate him being in there at all, screaming, “Take it out! Take it out!”

He had done this with many a more experienced woman and hadn’t gotten anywhere near this response… Though he had never been inside of a bottom this tight, either! It felt like a vise was around his cock. He groaned and pushed his hips further against her. “Good girl,” he cooed to her, all the anger from before washing away when he heard her voice break.

“It hurts,” she whined miserably.

“Give it a moment,” he told her patiently, wincing as the tightness didn’t seem to ebb. He rubbed his hand across her lower back. He finally inched his manhood all the way into her. He could feel his tight balls hit her moist heat.

Finally, he began to shift in and out of her. Eventually, her muscles started to relax, and his shifting graduated to thrusting.

“Oh!” she chirped, clenching the sheets. He could feel she was close and stopped exactly where he was. He rolled his eyes up towards the ceiling. Gods above, he wanted to continue. He needed his release, too.

“Taric, don’t…”

“Don’t stop?” he continued for her, a cocky smirk bringing up the corner of his mouth. He rubbed his hand across her back. “Is it feeling good, then?”

She didn’t answer, just tried to thrust her hips back against him. He held her tight. “Tell me,” he demanded. “Tell me how much my little wife-slut loves the feeling of her husband’s cock up her little bottom. Say it.”

She whined in response—a long, loud, “Nooo…”

He gave her bottom a sound slap, and she made an angry huff. “Fine,” he told her, and when he felt it was safe to continue without coming, he continued to thrust on, taking his time each time he plunged his length into her. It felt amazing. He listened to her whine like a cat in heat, and her moans made him thrust harder until he felt he was at the verge of coming. He came out of her completely and threw his legs over the side of the bed, pinching the base of his cock to keep from coming. He was glistening with sweat, panting hard, and absolutely aching with pain.

“Don’t! Don’t!” she hissed. “Don’t! Go, just go. Just come in me.”

He got up from the bed and walked over to clean the oil off of his length, preparing himself to fill her womb and not her ass. He didn’t say anything the whole while.

No longer tied to the headboard, she clumsily crawled around and towards him, watching him clean himself off, her eyes wide with incredulousness. “Taric?” her voice was fretting, as if him actually not allowing her to come was beyond cruel. “Please… Please…
Help me
.”

He smiled at this. “I can help you, sweetie. What do you want?”

She huffed, and then he could hear her sob. She was so angry, so frustrated, that she was crying. He stepped around next to her face and took her chin in his hand, turning her tear-stained face towards him. Her expression, even though it was exactly what he’d wanted, pained him when he saw it. She was flushed, angry, and just plain lost. She was completely out of control of her own body, with no idea what to do about it.

“I need you,” she sniffled. “I need you in me. Please, take me. I beg you, please… I need you inside of me.” She sniffed again. “However you want, but just—just please don’t keep doing this to me. Sp-sp-spank me if you want. I’ll never say no again. I just—I just need… I just need you to spend inside of me. I need it, I just… I’m going insane. Punish me, just not like this!”

“You want my seed?” he asked, wondering if his ears had ever heard of anything so erotic. “You want me to take this pussy of yours again?”

“Please, please…” she panted, her whole body squirming. “I’ll be… I’ll be your slut. I’ll be whatever you want me to be. I’m sorry!”

He kissed her cheek, and then climbed back up on the bed with her. He moved his body over her and kissed her mouth. She kissed him back, feeling desperate. “Shh,” he finally said, untying her bonds. “Shh, elfling. I’ll give you what you need. I just wanted you to know you needed it.” He pushed her thighs apart. “Daddy knows what his baby wants,” he added suavely, his tone deep. He plunged his cock into her. Her sheath was just as tight as it was the day before, only this time, she was thrusting up to meet his own. “We’re training you to be our queen and our slut,” he cooed in her ear as he thrust deeply into her. His movements were slow, his thrusts running deep so he could spill into her womb. “Gorgeous, beautiful Kyra. My elfling.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as if she was horrified that he might try to pull away from her again. She nipped at the side of his neck. “Give me a baby, Taric,” she begged. “
Deeper
. Go deeper. Harder.” He felt her nails scratch into his shoulders.

He grabbed his hands around her ass and kneaded her flesh as he rammed himself into her. She had her eyes closed, happily accepting every delicious thrust that he offered. He thought he must have died and gone to heaven. Did she really tell him to make her pregnant?

That was nearly enough to make him spill alone. He wanted to fulfill her, to bring them beyond the edge, though, but his control was wavering. “Come for me, slut. Milk my cock…” At his words, her shoulders thrust back, and he felt her clench her muscles over and over around him.

She began to scream out; he knew it, but he couldn’t hear it. He was coming so hard inside of her that he could barely take control of any of his senses—he heard a buzzing in his ear as he pulsed pearl after pearl of seed into her hot sheath.

“Taric…” her voice was suddenly in his ear. He gasped a breath, panting. He realized that he had fallen on her with his weight and forced himself off to her side.

They were now both a sweaty, panting, tired mess—but at least they were satiated. “Don’t… Make me do that again…” he panted, putting a hand over his rapidly pulsing heart. After taking a deep breath, he pulled his wife against him, giving her a good swat on her bottom. “Just say
yes
, woman!”

She mumbled something inaudibly, pressed her face against his chest, and then she began to purr.

He chuckled and rolled her to her tummy before he pulled a pillow under her. She woke up just enough to say, “What are you doing?”

“Propping your bottom up,” he replied simply, giving her bottom a loving pat. He didn’t want his seed dripping out of her, not until it had the chance to take root inside of her.

He pushed himself up from the bed and barely found the strength to put his trousers back on before he made it to the dining table, where he quickly made himself a plate of food. Somehow, he felt like he was starving to death!

He had never fucked that hard before, certainly never with that sort of aggression. She had cried, even, when he entered her bottom, and he hadn’t ceased. He had never dominated a woman like that, nor had ever even felt the inclination to.

He looked back at Kyra, whose bare body was still covered with sweat; her arms were thrown up over her head. No wonder Draevan was acting so strange—it was all because of this woman. It was making Draevan into a boyish lover and making Taric into a rough dominator.

Elves were magical creatures, indeed!

Chapter Five

Kyra curled her toes around the side of the bath, pressing her back against Taric. The warm water was soothing, smelt refreshing, and warmed her to her toes.

“Still hate me?” Taric asked her as he ran a bar of soap across her breasts, making them foam. He’d been doing this for the last five minutes; she was beginning to ponder if massaging her breasts with purpose was the reason he wanted to bathe with her in the first place.

She wasn’t sure. She wanted to hate him; she ached to. On the other hand, she realized that she didn’t want him to actually go anywhere. She wanted him again.

Well, she wanted him
one day
, after she was through being so sore, which hadn’t happened yet. She’d woken from a reverie embarrassed at what she had begged for and aghast at how sore her bottom was now that there was no drunken lust left to ebb the pain.

When she complained, however, he did look like he regretted her pain. He drew her a bath himself and poured her a very tall glass of wine. It was only until she had soaked for a while that he broke down and decided to actually join her in her bath, and then he seemed to enjoy it even more than she did.

“I don’t like how long it’s taken you to respond,” he told her, grabbing the wine bottle off of the floor and pouring more wine into her glass. “Are you too angry to speak to me or are you undecided?”

“Undecided,” she replied, tilting up her chin and then taking another drink of wine. She figured she was on half a bottle at this point.

“Well, that’s better than angry,” Taric said optimistically. “If it makes you feel guilty and in a mood to forgive me further, may I add that
I
would never be angry with
you
.”

“You
have
been angry with me!”

“Well, I wouldn’t
act
on it,” he claimed. She knew by his tone that he was assuring her that he would never strike her. Apparently, her unfortunately handsome husband (for she was certain she wouldn’t have any trouble whatsoever hating him if he was ugly and smelled), had a short memory.

“I still have welts that state otherwise,
my dear husband
,” she said, turning her head.

“I didn’t give you those because I was angry. I gave you those because I don’t want you to try climbing out of windows again. In fact, you can accept the idea of running away as a bad one. And I don’t know why you only call me ‘husband’ with either snark or distain in your tone. I am, after all, your husband. I have tattoos to prove it.” He pulled up his arm in front of her and showed her the white, paisley design crawling up from his fingernails to his elbow.

“I don’t know why you can’t understand that most marriages, though apparently not human marriages and especially not Northern human marriages, are consensual. Mine wasn’t,” she snipped in response. “There’s something called courtship here. I mean, I haven’t seen much of it, but I’ve seen enough. I’ve seen men give their lovers flowers or jewelry or… not strip off their clothing and spank them. That sort of thing.” She waved her fingers around dismissively.

“I think flowers are very over-rated. They’re everywhere. You’d get ones you liked better if you plucked them yourself,” Taric complained, grumbling. When he grumbled, his voice went so low she could feel the vibrations in his chest rattle her spine in this position.

“You’re very romantic.”

“I
am
romantic, actually!” he defended. “Far more so than Draevan, at least. It was my idea to take your virginity on your wedding night.” He shrugged and admitted right after, “Of course, you were unconscious during your wedding night. But the
next
day…”

She made a very skeptical
harrumph
sound.

“Look, damn it, this bath scene is very romantic,” he decreed, pointing at the water like she should recognize it for what it was.

“Well, from the uncomfortable
pole
poking into my back, I can assume that this could turn from romantic to you having your way with me at the drop of the hat,” she accused peevishly.

He was silent for a moment, only to say, “I have to admit… I like how you referred to my manhood as a
pole
.”

Just as she sighed sufferingly at him, their bodies both froze when they heard the door to their chambers open and close. She was close to going invisible again when she heard Draevan’s voice say, “According to the servants, you didn’t have any trouble having a good time while I was out.”

She wanted to sink farther into the bathtub and drown herself. It might have worked had Taric decided not to play the role of her bathing cushion.

“Did we scare them off?” Taric only said, his tone assuring that he was far from caring.

“You must have. They left her clothing at the doorstep,” he turned the corner and looked at them. There was a spark of jealousy in his eyes for a moment, and she blushed, but Draevan didn’t say anything. He swept down to her face and gently pulled up her chin with his calloused fingers to kiss her on the mouth. When he straightened, he put a small box in her hand.