She's Mine
I’veneverwantedtokill that little weasel more.
I can still taste Finaan’s cunt. My balls are shivering from how hard I came as I watched her luscious ass bounce away from me. Wrath is so calm inside me, it feels like he’ll never again rip at my guts.
And when I go in search of her, I find her sitting a man’s-height away from him. Talking to him. Telling him secrets she may never share with me.
“She’s mine,” I snarl, watching the weasel shove himself away, ass dragging on the ground as he tries to put distance between us. “Every part of her is mine,” I remind him, stalking forward. “Not just her body. All her words. Every secret. Each gods-damned breath she takes is because I permit it. And I. Do. Not. Share.”
“Leave him alone, prick,” Finaan snaps beside me, grabbing my arm to stop my advance.
“I knew you’d be putting your hands on me again soon,” I purr as I turn toward her. “Do you plan to fight me to protect him? I’m looking forward to rolling around on the ground with you.”
“If we’re ever on the ground together,” she grunts as she releases me and steps into my path, “it’ll be with my blade at your neck. Let him be. For once, be a decent elf.”
“I am not decent,” I yell, throwing my arms out wide, sending Svend into another round of tremors. “How many times must I tell you before you accept it?” Pausing as I huff out a breath, I capture her gaze. “I’m not a decent elf,” I add in a more measured tone. “And I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to him.”
“I won’t let you,” my stubborn skjaldmær declares, eyes flashing as she throws her shoulders back, sticking out those magnificent tits.
I’m starting to think she’s doing it on purpose, to distract me. Because for a moment, I am very distracted.
“I’m up here,” she says, reaching out one finger to lift my chin. “You’ll need to go through me to get to him,” she tells me when I’m looking at her face again.
Oh, she’s feisty after she comes. I need to finger fuck her more often. That needy cunt must have been hungry for the release I gave her. “What will you give me?” I ask, leaning into her.
She drops her hand but holds her ground, staring me down. “Why would I give you anything?” Her eyes narrow with her question, palms rising to rest on her hips.
“You want something from me,” I point out. “What will you give me to leave him alone?”
But then her eyes go vacant, the flat expression of a rider speaking with its dragon loosening her features. Her breathsquicken, and I realize her beast has wandered close enough to reach her.
“We’re returning to the water, now,” I growl, picking her up to toss her over my shoulder as I stalk away. Glancing back, I glare at the little weasel, who hasn’t moved yet. “Now,” I cast into his ear.
Throwing himself to his feet, he races around me and ahead as Finaan starts to squirm and pound me on the back. “You need to take me back there,” she screams, twisting so vigorously, you’d think my head was between her legs, tongue deep in her cunt.
“Then I’ll ask again,” I bite out, sparks of anticipation spinning in my gut. “What. Will. You. Give. Me? Two boons now, if you still want to bargain for the weasel’s peace.” My tone is cold. She needs to know that I don’t give a fuck about her pleas.
But my skjaldmær is not someone to be carried around like one of the wraiths. Before I can take another step, she pivots far enough to wrap an arm around my neck, flings her legs across my back with her ankles crossed, and squeezes both, cutting off my air. I manage another dozen strides before I’m forced to drop her to the ground, wheezing as a grin splits my cheeks and my cock starts to stretch my trousers.
“Panta’s nearby,” she rushes out as she takes a step backwards, her gaze bouncing around the cavern as if she might find her with us. “I’ll never forgive you if you force me to leave without speaking to her.”
I don’t stop the laugh that erupts from my gut. She still acts and talks as if I’m a normal elf, appealing to humanity I lostlong ago. “It’s another reason for you to hate me. You know my price. I don’t bargain.”
“You were serious?” Her wide eyes and downturned lips confirm that she’s still living under an illusion about who and what I am.
“You will drop to your knees and beg to suck my cock,” I remind her, clipping out each word so she knows I mean every single thing I say. “When I agree to let you, you’ll wrap those lips around it. And then you’ll take me so deep and for so long, you’ll wonder if I ever plan to give you my cum. You’ll be slobbering all over those scrumptious tits, your drool wetting them for my pleasure, but you won’t stop until I fill your mouth and your belly. After you’ve licked up every last drop and thanked me for fucking your mouth, I will take you to see your dragon.”
And I will. She’ll see that silver beast from a distance, never getting close enough to touch her, and we’ll go. She doesn’t need to know that part, though.
“After,” she spits out, her eyebrows pulling together as she runs one shaky hand through her hair, as if she didn’t expect to speak out loud. But then she inhales deeply and nods, to herself I think, before saying it again. “After.”
“After what?” I demand. I know what she wants but she needs to speak the words.
“After you take me to Panta,” she whispers, blood flowing into her cheeks as she looks at the rock beneath us, sending more of my own blood to my cock. “Then I’ll do what you ask.”
“What will you do if I take you to your dragon?” Lifting her chin with one knuckle, I hold her gaze. “Be precise.”
She narrows her eyes, that fire flaming again. “Holy fuck, you’re frustrating,” she mutters. Stiffening her spine, she steps forward, malice billowing from her pores. “If you take me to my dragon,” she says, “I’ll suck your cock.”
