Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Silas
Kiera ceases undulating her center against my hand and stares at me in shock. Her eyes go wide, and she makes an adorable sputtering noise, as though she’s trying to talk but can’t quite form the words. It would seem my declaration that she’s my mate has rendered her speechless.
As the wind continues whispering, I feel the truth in my soul, and the urge to claim the little human becomes all-consuming.
My cock throbs harder, and desire heats my blood as I focus on caressing Kiera.
I alternate stroking her hair, running my hands up and down her arms, and rubbing her bare thighs.
I also occasionally drag my fingers over her crotch, teasing her through the thin layer of fabric.
“Ask me to remove your undergarment, little girl,” I say in a commanding tone. “Politely. Sweetly. Say, ‘Papa, will you please remove my pantalets and stroke my bare pussy?’”
A small gasp leaves her, and her cheeks turn a lovely shade of crimson.
She presses her lips together, however, and doesn’t immediately follow my orders.
She tries to close her legs, but I wedge a hand in her crotch and give her a scolding look.
Then I lift my other hand and bring it down on her left thigh with a resounding smack.
She whimpers and tries to sit up, but I prevent the movement and take great pleasure in holding her down.
She’s my mate. My Little girl. My beautiful captive.
My gift from the gods. If she resists or fails to obey my commands, I’m within my rights to punish her, within my rights to force her compliance.
Despite her half-hearted attempts at escape, the scent of her arousal remains heavy in the air, a sweet but pungent essence that makes my mouth water. I’m ravenous to taste her, ravenous to feel her shatter on my tongue. Soon, I promise myself. Soon.
Once I get her undressed, I will feast on the slickness between her quivering thighs. I will feast as though it’s my last fucking meal.
I land another smack to her left thigh, then apply a swift slap to the right one. Satisfaction fills me as I observe redness bloom on her flesh. Just as I suspected I would, I like seeing my marks on her.
“Oh!” She stills and shoots me an accusatory look. “How dare you? You don’t have the right to…” Her voice trails off as she glances out the open window. The wind is practically roaring now, the whispers more urgent.
Claim her, claim her, claim her.
That’s what the wind is telling me. I lament that she cannot understand the ancient tongue, though I’m heartened to know she can hear the voices of the gods on the wind. There’s something special about her. Humans aren’t supposed to hear the voices on the wind. What could her unusual ability mean?
I meet her eyes and cup the side of her face, while my other hand remains wedged between her thighs. The slickness of her arousal has already soaked through her pantalets, and the heat of it teases my fingers.
“You’re mine, Kiera. Mine. Now, are you going to obey? Or, shall I turn you over my knee and give you a more severe thrashing? Perhaps you need a good, hard spanking before I plunge my cock into your pussy and claim you as my mate. Perhaps a bit of pain will make you more compliant.”
“No, no, I-I don’t need a spanking. Please, no spanking.” She whimpers again. “I’ll obey you. I just, I’m sorry, but I forgot the exact words you wanted me to say.” She keeps pressing her center into my hand, her hips rising and falling as she attempts to create friction in her nether area.
“‘Papa, will you please remove my pantalets and stroke my bare pussy?’” I repeat. “Say it. Politely and sweetly. Say it, or I will follow through with that spanking. Little girls who don’t obey their Papas get punished, Kiera.”
More whimpers reverberate from her slender throat, and her hair becomes disheveled as her head thrashes around on the pillow a few times. Her need is mounting. That much is obvious. Her thighs tremble harder, and every few seconds, she moans and undulates her center into my hand.
She inhales a long breath, and I revel in the surrender I glimpse in her eyes. “Papa, will you please remove my pantalets and stroke my bare pussy?” The question escapes her as an urgent plea.
Papa. She just called me Papa for the first time. Though I’d prompted her to say it, I’m still filled with warmth. Tenderness for the little human swells inside me. For too long, I’ve yearned for an individual female to take care of, a female to guide and protect and cherish.
Now the gods have provided me with Kiera. They’ve provided me with a mate. Perhaps as a reward for thousands of years of service as a guardian. The constant loneliness that’s plagued me for ages starts to fade. Hope finally takes hold.
I grip her pantalets and tear the flimsy undergarment from her body.
She gasps and stares down at her bare pussy in shock.
I toss the shreds of fabric aside and focus on the slick, pink part of her that I ache to claim.
Her nether lips are smooth and gleaming with her essence, and when I nudge her thighs wider apart, I’m rewarded with a glimpse of her distended clit.
I hover my fingers in front of her vulnerable, exposed center, and I wait until she meets my eyes. “Are you going to be an obedient Little girl and hold still while Papa checks to see how wet you’ve gotten?”
A fresh blush covers her face. “I don’t know if I can manage to hold still.” Her hips rise and fall as she aims her center toward my hovering fingers, which I’m quick to retract. Though I’m eager to touch her and claim her as mine, I intend to remain in control of the situation.
I remind myself that the forest can be a dangerous place, particularly for a human female, and she must learn to obey me in all things. If she’s in the habit of disregarding my orders, when a life-or-death situation arises, the end result could be catastrophic.
“You’d better try harder than that. Do you want Papa to spank you?” I arch an eyebrow at her, giving her the sort of severe look I usually reserve for mischievous forest sprites.
She releases a shuddering breath, and her eyes flutter shut as a look of intense focus settles upon her face. “I will try to remain still. I don’t want a spanking.”
“Good girl. Now, Papa is going to touch your pussy. Remember what happens if you move.” With a featherlight stroke, I run my digits through the seam of her glistening, swollen folds.
She cries out and her entire body tenses, but to her credit, she doesn’t move out of position. Her bottom remains planted on the bed, and she doesn’t attempt to shift her center closer to my probing hand.
Gods. The feel of her. So soft, and she’s positively drenched.
She might not be able to understand the whispers on the wind, but on some level, she’s aware that we’re mates.
She became wet from my growls when she was on the altar, long before I first touched her.
I could easily detect her excitement in the air, just as I can smell it now.
I keep taking deep inhales as I savor her luscious scent.
“Hm, little girl. You’re soaking wet, aren’t you?”
She mewls and her hands tighten on the covers. “Yes. I suppose I am.”
“The proper response is ‘Yes, Papa, I’m wet.’” I slow the caresses between her thighs as I await her compliance. I also take a moment to lift the skirt of her gown higher, leaving it to bunch around her waist.
“Yes, Papa, I’m wet,” she says breathlessly. Her eyes remain shut, and she keeps fisting the covers. My sweet Little girl is struggling to hold still. She’s struggling to obey.
“Not only are you wet, but your clit is beautifully engorged, and your nether lips are puffy and swollen too.” I withdraw my hand from her center, only to push her thighs wider apart, then I force her knees to bend slightly, and I lift her legs back.
“Hold on to your legs please and keep yourself spread as wide as possible.”
She whimpers, emitting the tiniest noise of protest, but she’s quick to grasp her legs and assume the ordered position with her center more fully exposed. I growl as I lean down to study her slick core. My scrotum tingles and my cock lurches in my pants.
I imagine my human form without any clothing, and before I take my next breath, I’m fully naked.
There’s no sign of my shirt, pants, or shoes anywhere.
Kiera’s eyes are still pressed shut as she concentrates on remaining still, so she hasn’t yet noticed the change.
I clear my throat, and when she opens her eyes, her gaze immediately travels to my rigid appendage. She gasps.
I return my hand to her center, and I drag my fingers through her moisture with slow, sensual caresses.
Her grasp on her legs falters a bit, but she remains in place during my careful exploration of her pussy.
With precise swirls, I coat her clit in the abundant slickness from her core.
But I’m not yet pressing down hard enough to draw a climax from her.
I’m simply teasing her with the soft, coaxing touches.
“Please,” she whispers. “Please, I-I don’t think I can stand it anymore. I need to move. Please let me move.”
I growl. “I like it when you beg, little girl. You do it so prettily.” I release a brief chuckle. “But I’m not finished exploring this part of you. I suggest you summon some self-control, otherwise you’re going to end up with a very sore, very red little bottom. Papa doesn’t issue idle threats.”
Then she utters two words that almost break me. Almost.
“Please, Papa.”
Please, Papa. Desire blazes through me, and my shaft throbs to be inside her. Dark spots cloud my vision, and I blink fast to dispel the abrupt waves of dizziness.
Please, Papa.
Fuck, I might sell my soul just to hear her say those two words again.
I hold Kiera’s gaze as I shift my digits from her clit to her core, to the untried part of her that will soon accept my cock.
Not that it would affect my opinion of her, or my need to possess her, but I know she’s never lain with another man.
She was selected to stand on the altar due to her innocence.
She was dressed in white like the virginal bride she is.
With careful, shallow plunges, I start inserting two fingers inside her tight, slick chasm.
The inner walls of her pussy clamp down on my digits, and I’m once again forced to blink away a spell of dizziness.
The mere idea of shoving my cock in this especially snug part of her prompts my need to mount.
“Keep yourself spread wide, little girl.” I’ve noticed her excitement increases whenever I use a stern tone, so I infuse a harsh note of command into my voice now, and I’m rewarded with a gush of moisture as her insides tighten on my fingers once again.
I push into her center until I’m knuckle-deep, then I withdraw nearly the entire way and drive straight back in.
Though my pace starts slow, I quickly build to a rapid rhythm of fucking her sweet maiden pussy with my fingers.
But I keep the plunges shallow, as I don’t want to breach the barrier of her innocence just yet.
Still maintaining a fast pace of driving into her glistening core, I reach for her clit with my other hand. I tap the swollen button once, twice, then press down and swirl her moisture over it.
She emits a whimpering cry and falls out of position, releasing her legs as her center undulates into my thrusting digits.
It’s at this very moment, just when I’m about to retract my hands and scold her, that she reaches a climax.
Her insides contract around my fingers and her clit pulsates wildly under my strokes.
Feeling merciful, though fully intending to mete out a much-deserved punishment in the near future, I keep my finger pressed to her clit and continue thrusting into her core.
A look of euphoria washes over her, and she eventually ceases moving.
Panting breathlessly, she lies relatively still on the bed.
That is, until she realizes the errors of her ways.
Her eyes go round and huge, and she sits up slightly against the pillows.
She regards me with a shocked but regretful look that makes my cock lurch in place.
“I didn’t mean to move like that,” she says. “I’m sorry.” She swallows hard and lowers her head. “Papa.”
I’m sorry, Papa.
May the gods help her. When the time to claim her pussy finally arrives, I doubt I’ll manage any gentleness. I want to pound her to oblivion. I want to fuck her to tears and then hold her close and comfort her in the aftermath of the savage rutting.
I brush her hair behind her ears and lean close. Her eyes remain wide and filled with remorse, though she tries to avoid staring directly at me. Placing a finger beneath her chin, I force her gaze to mine. “You just lost control, didn’t you, little girl?”
She whimpers. “Yes, Papa.”
I release her face, straighten my posture, and motion at my lap. “Please place yourself over my thighs, Kiera.”