Chapter 38
Elva
Creeping through the woods wasn’t as hard as I expected.
The Huestur knights had found a huge clearing to set up their camp, so all I had to do was slink along the edge of it a few trees deep into the forest. The sprawling tents were a mix of dull khaki and muted greens.
I'd stumbled upon the general population, not where I wanted to be.
Men clad in green and brown weaved between the tents, carrying armloads of firewood back to the main area of the camp.
Leaves crunched behind me, and I ducked just in time to hide from three men hauling a fallen tree back to the camp.
As stealthily as possible, I hurried along the tree line.
The khaki colored tents gave way to green and browns, and then richer shades of green adorned with family crests—a telltale sign that I’d found the nobles’ quarters.
Standing up, I checked myself over and was happy to see nothing had snagged my shirt or pants while I was moving through the forest. I tousled my hair with my fingers and adjusted my shoulder straps to hang lower and push up the girls.
Lifting my chin with all the confidence I could muster, I strutted into the camp as if I belonged there.
Giving myself a moment to take a deep breath, I pivoted and spotted another knight across the way.
He had dark hair and was wearing leather rather than armor.
It only took him a minute to spot me, so I glanced around the area quickly while he walked over to me.
There were only about twenty tents of various sizes and shades, all centered on a huge fire pit.
None looked large or extravagant enough to house the general or whoever was leading this manhunt, so I focused on the man coming for me.
He looked younger than the other knights I’d come across, perhaps the son of one of the older, more experienced knights.
I smiled coquettishly at him and playfully twirled a few strands of hair between my fingers.
“Are you a siren?” he asked, looking me up and down, before focusing on my breasts.
I let out the sweet giggle I’d been taught from a young age. “Of course I am, silly. Who else has such lovely blue hair?” I walked my fingers up his torso and batted my eyelashes at him. “I’m here to speak to your …” I hesitated, unsure of the proper title.
“Captain?” he offered helpfully.
I smiled innocently. “How’d you know?”
“I’m trained to anticipate the needs of those around me,” he said matter-of-factly, exuding confidence and pride.
“Are you now? That must come in handy.” I slid my arm through the crook of his elbow and turned us away from the forest toward the firepit.
As if by his own volition, he led me past the larger tents where we stumbled across more knights, until I saw the largest tent I’d ever seen.
It sparkled in the morning light as if it had been made from spun gold, and it looked as if it contained at least five rooms. At the door stood two very tall and stoic guards, and unlike the young man who’d brought me here, they were dressed in full armor.
Before he could say a word, I gave the young man a quick little kiss on the cheek and strode over to the guards.
To my surprise, they made no move to halt or question me. Instead, they dutifully pulled open the fabric door. “Captain Siegfried has been expecting you,” one said.
“Thank you, boys,” I crooned and sashayed into the tent.
The doors closed behind me, and my breath caught in my throat.
The scale of the place left me breathless.
Offshoots jutted out in multiple directions; two of which had curtain doors and three of which were just open.
One area housed a dining table, while another had a desk covered in papers, and the final one boasted a few comfortable looking chairs.
How they transported those, I didn’t even want to know.
Simple rugs covered the entire floor, while exquisite tapestries hung from the ceiling.
A few scattered hall tables held pricey looking knick-knacks.
As I reached out to touch a delicate mermaid statue, a deep voice rumbled behind me.
“So, Coral sent me a new pretty siren to deliver her bad news?”
I spun around, trying to look sweet but a little guilty from touching his things.
The captain was a giant of a man. He stood nearly seven feet tall, with thick salt and pepper hair, several days of stubble, and a large scar across his cheek.
My siren stirred within me, and I had to bite the inside of my cheek to silence her so I could focus on the mission at hand.
If I had met him at any other place, I would have taken him right there.
“She thought you'd take it better from me than her,” I replied with a coy smile, twirling my hair seductively.
The captain's eyes roamed over me appreciatively as he leaned against the pole that held up one doorway in his tent. “If you’re my gift for being patient, I certainly can’t complain.”
In a sudden burst of motion, he grabbed me around the waist and pressed his lips to mine.
Bodies entwined, we stumbled toward the curtain, which he pushed aside to reveal the entrance to his sleeping quarters.
His private sanctuary was smaller than the other rooms, and dominated by a large bedroll piled high with sumptuous furs.
Heat exploded through me as his rough hands groped at my breasts, and his mouth moved to kiss my neck. Not one to miss an opportunity, especially this late in my cycle, I slid my hand between us to stroke him through his pants while moaning in encouragement.
A deep guttural groan left him, and he spun me around to face him.
I unfastened his belt and ripped it from his pants before opening the buttons and freeing his cock.
His huge hands gripped my cheeks and pulled my mouth to his.
The captain was skilled; his tongue slipped into my mouth while his hand moved down my body, grabbing my ass and pressing me against him so he could grind his cock against me.
My hands roamed up his chest inside his loose-fitting tunic, and when he pulled his lips away, I immediately missed the contact.
Gripping the bottom of his shirt with one hand, I pulled it over his head and tossed it on the floor.
He made light work of my corset by gripping both halves and ripping it down the middle, sending my breasts bouncing free.
Palming one breast, he spun me around so my back was pressed against his chest and slid his hand down the front of my pants.
I whimpered when his fingers found my core, and he shoved two deep inside me, making me dig my nails into his thigh for support.
“Ferflucs, I love how soaked sirens always are,” he growled in my ear.
“No foreplay needed with you.” He pinched my nipple, and I let out a cry of pleasure as he removed his fingers from me.
A wet sucking sound filled my ear before he ripped the front of my pants open and used his foot to push them down my legs.
“Now get on your knees and suck my cock, little siren. Earn my forgiveness for your captain’s failure. ”
The idea of surrendering to him infuriated me, but I knew I had to keep him busy long enough for Njall to save my brothers.
I lowered myself to the ground, intending to give him a show.
But the captain was not a patient man. Fisting my hair, he shoved his cock into my mouth the moment I was on my knees.
Needing to breathe, I pushed myself away from him and moved my hand to stroke his impressive length.
The captain groaned and tightened his grip on my hair as I ran my tongue up along his shaft.
I peeked up at him; as expected, he was staring down at me.
Smiling sweetly, I licked the head of his cock before taking as much as I could down my throat.
This groan was twice as loud as the first one, and after a few more head bobs and swallows, he released my hair and pushed me forward onto my hands and knees.
I slid forward, nearly falling on my face as he rammed his cock into me in a single thrust. Calloused hands groped my breasts and pulled me back as he slammed into me again and again.
While his size had been impressive, his skills were mediocre, but I tried to make the best of the situation.
If I could get him to finish, at least my siren would be silenced for another month.
I sucked in a breath and let out the best moan I could muster under the circumstances.
He bought it, and his grunts grew louder as his thrusts grew more vigorous.
“Ferflucs! You feel amazing,” he moaned as he moved his hands to my hips and squeezed me so hard I knew I’d bruise. “And you take my cock so well! I might have to keep you and bring you back to Huestur with me.”
Fat chance.
He slapped my ass, so I moaned again, giving him what I knew he wanted to hear. “Yeah, take my cock, you little siren whore. You love my enormous cock, don’t you?”
Before I could reply, he slapped my ass again, this time hard enough to sting. But before I could react, a sickeningly sweet voice came from the main room.