Page 47 of Luthias

She had been alone with one of the lowlanders, who might have done anything to her, and thought herself safe. She thought the man nice.

Every man had his limits, and Emery had just pushed him past his.

“You think me nice, do you no’? Shall I teach you, then, what a nice man may do to you?” Luthias took hold of her bloodstained leine and ripped it apart, hurling the pieces into the hearth.

Emery looked frightened, but didn’t resist as he did the same with her boots, trews and undergarments. Seeing her standing there naked and defenseless nearly stopped him, but he knew if he did she would learn nothing. He seized her and pushed her against the wall by the bed, trapping her against the stone with his body weight, taking just enough care not to injure her. Clamping one hand over her mouth, he bent his head.

“A lowlander or any bastart with a cock may seem nice, until he decides to take what he wants from a wee pretty wench like you,” he told her as he kept her pinned. “You’ve no’ the strength to fight me off, do you? Nor could you another. He’d strip you like this, and be inside you before you could cry for help. Aye, and he’d take you in every fashion he pleased, and do as he wished with your soft flesh, and laugh as he hurt you. Then to silence you, he’d choke the life from you with his hands. You’d be left violated and dead, naught but fodder for the forest beasts.” He took his hand from her mouth, and yanked her around to face him. “Now tell me to calm down.”

Emery took in a shaking breath before she looked up at him, her Fae-green eyes brimming. “I’m sorry.”

The fury in Luthias’s heart abruptly plunged into icy regret, and he tugged her away from the wall and folded her into his arms.

“’Tisnae so much anger as fear in me,” he admitted. “If I lost you to a brute, or this mad fack cobbling bones––’twould end me, Mery. The clan, they’d put us both in the ground.”

As she burst into tears he carried her over to the bed, holding her against him as he lay with her. Letting her sob against his neck as he stared up at the flickers of light on the ceiling from the candles, Luthias wondered if he would ever be the same now. He had spent nine centuries ruling the clan and their vassals, knowing he could never love a mortal woman. He’d allowed himself a few hours of pleasure now and then, but he had always remained aloof and alone. Was that why he had let this wee lass into his heart? Because he knew someday she would leave him, never to return?

Am I so cold a bastart as that?

“Forgive me,” he said as he stroked his hand over her hair. “’Twas too rough, what I did.”

“No, I’ve been thoughtless.” Emery wiped the tears from her face and sat up. “You have enough to worry about without me adding to your troubles.” She looked down at him. “That’s all I seem to do lately. I am really sorry, and I’ll be more careful from now on.”

When she bent down to kiss him Luthias cradled the back of her head, and pulled her over on top of him. She tasted of tears and her own sweetness, and her response changed from hesitant to heady. Always it was like this with her, even now, when his anger still roiled inside him. He felt her hand moving over him, gliding down the vault of his chest and over his hip, reaching under him for the laces of his trews. His cock swelled as she loosened and tugged down the wool separating his flesh from her small, cool fingers.

“You neednae,” he murmured against her lips.

“I want to. You need this. Let me.” She shifted down, rubbing her cheek against his chest and belly before her mouth engulfed his straining cockhead.

Luthias groaned at the feel of her lips caressing him, and the wanton way she tugged on his shaft as she rubbed him with her tongue. Yet as she loved him with her mouth he felt his hunger for her billowing ever higher, and finally lifted her from him and rolled her onto her belly, standing to shed his trews before he pulled her hips to the edge of the mattress.

He moved his hands up her back to her arms, stretching them over her head as he stepped between her thighs. “Your soft little quim on my cock, ’tis what I need.”

Nothing felt as good as her silken slickness enveloping the hot, hard bulb of his erection, except to push inside her, going deep into her tight, clenching sex. She’d just been weeping, and still she was ready for him, wet for him. She lifted her hips, inviting every thrust he gave her, and whimpered when he gripped her lovely arse and with his thumb stroked the tight, rosy pucker above the gleaming glide of his thick shaft. Watching her take him made him want to spill, but he needed to feel her finding her bliss before he sought his own.

Taking her made him forget every pleasure he’d ever known. No woman would ever make him as hard as Mery did; none would ever satisfy him as much as facking her did.

“You’ll stay here in my bed the rest of the day,” he said as he bent down to kiss the nape of her neck. “I shall return when I want you again. When I come you’ll be naked and waiting for me. I shall do as I wish with you today, and you’ll no’ argue.”

“Yes.” She gasped as he went deeper and harder. “Luthias. Oh.”

“Aye, and from now on you’ll do as I say,” he told her, reaching under her to stroke the hard nub of her clit as he pounded into her. “Whatever I wish from you, you’ll give me. At once. Happily.”

“Anything.” She writhed under him. “Please.”

“I shall fill you over and again,” Luthias promised. “Then I shall bathe your pretty body, and begin anew. After tonight you shallnae remember what ’tis like to sleep alone. You’ll slumber in my arms, with my cock in your quim, so I may fack you when we wake in the morn.”

Emery fisted her hands in the bed linens as she cried out his name.

He pumped his cock furiously into her core, feeling the tremors spreading inside her and wrapping around him as she came. That sent his need into wild bliss, and he jetted deep inside her, filling her softness with his seed until he had spent his last. He braced himself over her, putting his mouth to her nape, the curve of her ear, and her cheek.

“You’re mine, Mery,” Luthias said as he withdrew from her, and gathered her up to hold her close. “My woman. My lover. My love.”

She curled her arms around his neck as she rested her cheek against his shoulder and sighed. “You’re going to make me cry again.”

Luthias had no doubt he would.

“No more weeping.” He leaned over to tug back the rumpled linens, and put her in his bed. “Now rest until I return.” He bent down to kiss her brow, and saw how her mouth curved. “Stop smiling. ’Tis a punishment, no’ a reward.”