The Breeding Lands (An Epic Erotic Fantasy Novel) (12 page)

Leila couldn’t help the scream of fright as the bear stalked toward the final man. Bodies had littered the sand before Leila, but now there was almost nothing left to show the evidence of the bloody battle for her. Leila watched as the bear and man fought, the man wielding two thick clubs, which he expertly used against the bear. But as Leila feared, the bear warrior was too strong. She realized he must be a highly skilled warrior to have taken on so many other men.

The last man fell down, and the bear stood tall on its hind legs, growling loudly in victory. Leila felt numb, and she barely noticed the small sprite that instantly appeared, hovering before her.

“You have been chosen by the Usari Ravagers,” she called out clearly. She extended her hand to Leila’s head, her long finger nails resting on Leila’s forehead. For the briefest moment, Leila thought she detected a look of pity in the Peace Keeper’s face, but then it was gone. Leila felt the brilliant bracelet on her wrist give a final shudder, and she looked down to see it break apart into millions of grains of blue sand, as it fell effortlessly back to its origin.

The Peace Keeper was gone. Leila was alone with her new mate. She was not part of the Sabre Pride like she had hoped, and grief threatened to consume her when she thought of how she would never see Elisa. There was still hope that maybe she would see Katherine.

The bear surveyed her shrewdly, and then quickly transformed back into his human form. Leila saw her mate for the first time truly, taking in every nuance of his brutish appearance. Though Leila was tall, her mate was much taller than she, and she realized that she only came up to about his shoulders. His long hair was the same shade of black as his bear fur, and it was wild and disheveled down past his shoulders. He had a sharp nose and a square jaw, and he carried himself with pride and power. Yet most startling were his eyes. They were so dark they appeared black, and Leila saw no care for her in those eyes, only victory and smugness.

“You are mine,” he spoke in a deep bass voice. The phrase was one of possession, and Leila felt her nerves get the better of her. “What is your name?” he demanded.

“Leila,” she said quietly, her voice shaking.

“Speak up!” he demanded, and Leila jumped at his tone.

“Leila.”

“Ah, Leila,” he breathed. “I am Tol’sar.” He took a giant step towards Leila, and pulled her roughly to him. Leila gasped in surprise. Tol’sar buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. “You smell sweet and innocent,” he growled, “I will make you mine.”

Leila gulped, knowing that she was about to lose her virginity. She did not think Tol’sar would be gentle with her. In fact, he seemed aroused by her inexperience. Without warning, Tol’sar ripped her dress open, shredding the fine material in his haste.

“My dress!” she cried.

“It is nothing,” he scoffed, “You can have fifty dresses even finer than this one.” His hands were already roaming over her exposed skin. Leila felt completely exposed as Tol’sor’s rough hands moved up and down her smooth stomach, greedily pulled on her breasts. He cupped each of her breasts in his thick hands, squeezing them tightly as Leila winced. She thought that this was supposed to be pleasurable. Tol'sar pulled at her nipples as they hardened between his fingers. He lowered his lips to her right breast, taking nearly all of her into his ready mouth before sucking hard and biting down. She whimpered from the pain, but it seemed that Tol'sar was only rougher when she did so, and she quickly bit her lip to stifle her noises. Tol’sor’s greedy hands moved further south, into her cotton panties.

As if they were paper, Tol'sar ripped her panties in two, letting the material fall to the sand. He shoved his hand between her legs, rubbing her with long rough strokes. Though it was rough, this was more pleasurable than the other sensations. Leila moaned softly, though she jumped once or twice from pain. Tol'sar continued to run his hand along her sex, and he brought his mouth to hers. He crushed his lips hard to her, forcing her mouth open as he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. Leila let his tongue into her mouth, and he licked at her own tongue, running it along the ridges of her teeth.

“You taste like berries,” he said appreciatively, forcing his mouth even harder on her. Leila tried to kiss him back, but she wasn’t able to match his intensity. She felt like a spectator in her own sexual awakening, and once she finally understood the dynamic, she let Tol'sar take over. Clearly he was in charge, and it was her job to submit.

His movements between her legs became more frenzied, and he dropped to his knees, pushing Leila’s legs wide apart. Leila didn’t understand what was happening until he pushed his face deep into her virgin folds.

“Oh!” she gasped as she felt his wet tongue slide against her sensitive skin. The feeling was exquisite, and she moaned loudly, letting her hands fall into his hair. Tol'sar groaned against her, sending delicious vibrations through her body. Leila’s knees buckled as she tried to remain standing. She could feel herself becoming wet and she didn’t understand what was happening. As the pleasure intensified and the wetter she became, the more eager Tol’sor’s movements grew.

Leila bucked against Tol’sor’s face as his tongue probed her in places she didn’t even know existed. He licked her swollen clitoris, in between her folds, tasting every untouched inch of her. He sucked her nub into his mouth, milking her for everything she was worth and then pushed his tongue deep within her hot cavity.

Leila felt like she was losing control and it frightened her. Tol'sar squeezed her backside hard, sliding two fingers between her cheeks and pressing them against her anus. Leila cried out, losing control, as her body trembled and quaked against Tol'sar. She was scared, but at the same time it was the most pleasure she had ever known. It was as if she had been building up towards this moment and then her body finally offered her sweet release.

As her breath began to return to normal, Tol'sar emerged from between her legs, his lips and chin glistening with her arousal. He looked at her and chuckled darkly. “Your first orgasm, I see.” Was that what that was? Leila had no idea they were so spectacular. With unnecessary force, Tol'sar yanked Leila to the ground, and she was surprised to learn that the sand was soft and silky smooth. Tol'sar ran his hand against her slippery sex. “Now you’re ready for me,” he murmured.

Leila looked down to see him stroking a massive erection between his thighs. Her eyes popped open when she saw his length and thickness. Was this what most men looked like? Leila imagined it was going to hurt. She didn’t have any more time to think about what Tol'sar would feel like inside of her, because he fell on top of her, driving himself deep into her tight entry.

“Argh!” Leila screamed as the pain ripped through her, it felt as if she was being torn open. Tol'sar made a deep sound of pleasure, withdrawing before driving into her again. Again, Leila screamed as she widened and stretched to accommodate his massive manhood.
How could this ever feel good?
she thought frantically, the pain making it hard to think straight.

Again and again, Tol'sar possessed her, pounding into her like a savage animal. But as Tol'sar continued to take her, the pain began to dull, and a wonderful friction was developing. Leila found herself wanting more, her hips rising up to meet his thrusts. Yet just as she was starting to enjoy herself, Tol'sar flipped her over, pushing her face down into the sand as he jumped behind her.

It was uncomfortable, and it didn’t feel the same as Tol'sar panted behind her, pushing himself into her even deeper from the new angle. He grabbed her hair, yanking her head back, and his other hand pushed firmly on the small of her back. Leila felt like a trapped animal, and yet there was something erotic about the way Tol'sar possessed her.

“Rargh!” Tol'sar bellowed and he jerked against Leila. She could feel him twitching and pulsing deep inside her, and then a warmth spreading within her. She suddenly knew that that Tol'sar was filling her with his seed, making sure that she would bear his offspring by impregnating her on the silky blue sands.

Once Tol'sar had emptied himself, he jumped off her, his erection still solid. “Stand,” he ordered. Flustered, Leila jumped up and she felt a gush of warm fluid down her leg. She was mortified. Tol'sar paid her no attention. “Let us go,” he ordered.

“But—but I have no clothes!” Leila cried out, looking at her tattered blue dress.

“That is insignificant,” he said dismissively, striding off without her.

Embarrassed by her nudity, yet fearful of Tol'sar, Leila took off after him, running between moaning, writhing couples as she tried to keep up with her new husband.

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CHAPTER EIGHT

Violet

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Violet ran a comb through her dark hair, her eyes blank and morose. She didn’t see the lush green hills through her bedroom window. She was focused on the bleak uncertainty of her future, the nightmare that was now only days away. Violet’s house had been so depressing since she had been selected that part of her wanted to escape, just for the relief of not feeling stifled by sadness.

News of Violet’s shocking selection had traveled fast across the moors, and neighbors from all over the region were reaching out to Violet’s family. People had sent letters, notes of encouragement and sympathy, as well as gifts. Violet never wanted to look at any of it. If she did so, then somehow she would have to truly accept that she was being forced to live with a tribe.

The most gut wrenching of reactions had been Bryan’s. He had heard the horrifying news the day after Violet’s selection and run from his family’s house in a rage, stealing a horse and racing all the way to Violet’s. He’d reached her house in record time and jumped off the horse, yelling for Violet to come out. Violet’s heart had broken when she heard his voice. She had very slowly descended the stairs and made her way to the front yard. There Bryan had stood, his hair wild and messy from the wind, his clothes dirty and disheveled. His eyes were round and disbelieving, as if he needed to hear it from Violet herself before he could truly believe it.

Violet’s dreams had already been crushed, and she couldn’t bear to do the same to Bryan’s. Instead, she gazed at the ground, unable to look him in the eyes. That way she didn’t see his face crumble, didn’t see his eyes well with tears. She only heard him shout “No!” before he beat the ground with his fists.

Violet had walked slowly to him, taking his hand and helping him up. Without a word, she had held his hand and squeezed it before kissing him softly on the cheek. “Find someone else to love you,” she had whispered, “The only thing worse than me being chosen, would be for you to live alone and unhappy. Let only one life be ruined here, not two.” Too stunned to speak, Bryan had watched her turn away and walk back to the house. Violet waited until she had shut the door before she sank to the ground and sobbed quietly. After a long time, she heard his horse gallop off in the direction of his house.

Violet had not heard from Bryan since then, and she hadn’t spoken his name. Her family had been very careful not to mention Bryan or his family. And so the weeks had passed, everyone avoiding the approaching Mating Ritual, yet letting the sadness seep into every crevice of their daily living. Violet knew her parents were not handling her selection well, and she hoped that they could move past their anger and guilt once she was gone. Her mother barely spoke to her father, and Violet couldn’t leave without knowing that her mother would forgive her father. Violet’s father couldn’t have known, and it was no one’s fault that she had been selected.

Violet decided to talk to her mother, knowing that she was running out of precious time. She slipped out of her room, making no sound on the wooden floorboards. She knocked tentatively at her parent’s bedroom door.

“Who is it?” her mother asked tersely.

“Violet.”

“Oh. Come in,” her mother’s voice warmed instantly, and Violet felt a pang of hurt knowing that her mother’s response would not have been the same had she been her father at the door. Her father had not been allowed to sleep in the bedroom since the day of Violet’s selection. Violet pushed the door open and found her mother sewing a rip in one of her dresses.

“Mother, I need to speak to you,” she began, sitting on the bed across from her mother.

Her mother looked up at Violet, her eyes filled with love and sadness—a look Violet had become all too familiar with lately.