Chapter 10 Theron
THERON
Elowen has an almost drugged look in her wide blue eyes when I get her into my house.
I pull her over to the broad straw-tick mattress on the wooden bed platform by the fireplace.
It’s covered in a patchwork quilt that’s faded but clean—which pretty much describes the entire dwelling which Kline left to me.
The look in the curvy little priestess’s eyes is one of mingled resignation and need.
“Are…are you going to fuck me now?” she asks, looking at the bed with its faded quilt. Her voice is quivering but her scent is getting hotter and hotter. She’s deep in need by now but it’s just the curse working on her.
I shake my head firmly.
“No—I won’t fucking take advantage of you that way, little one.”
I saw what happened to the other priestess—the way her eyes changed, and her belly swelled immediately. I won’t do that to Elowen—even if my shaft is hard from watching the fucking at The Anvil.
Kline raised me better than that.
I sit on the edge of the bed and tug her into position. Soon I have her standing between my thighs, facing me. I’m so much taller than her that we’re nearly eye-to-eye, even with me sitting and her standing.
“Now,” I tell her. “We’re getting to the bottom of this.”
“What?” She shakes her head, looking at me uncertainly. “I don’t understand—can’t you just fuck me?”
Her soft words make my balls go tight, but I shake my head firmly.
“No. I’d no more fuck you while you’re under a curse than I’d take advantage of you when you’d had too much wine.”
This is one of the core principles that Kline hammered into my thick skull—a woman can’t consent unless she’s in her right mind and the curvy little priestess before me is most certainly not in her right mind.
“But, Theron…” she moans and squeezes her thighs together.
I can see the sharp little points of her nipples pressing against the thin white fabric of her robe and her scent is teasing my nose—heavy and sweet with feminine desire.
It makes my cock so hard it aches, but I won’t deviate from what I was taught.
A male who rapes is a male without honor, I hear Kline’s voice saying in my head. That’s not how I’m raising you, boy. You never touch a woman in anger, and you never take her against her will!
I’m glad for those strong values now because her sweet scent and the way her pupils are blown wide with lust until the sky blue is nothing but a thin ring around dark wells of need is making me half crazy.
I’ve never been with a woman who so obviously needed to be fucked…
and yet been absolutely certain that I can’t fuck her.
But what can I do? I have to help her somehow—it’s clear if I don’t the curse on her will have some kind of lasting detrimental effect. Some curses can even kill you if you don’t give in to them.
So, we have to find a way to satisfy the malignant magic without swelling her belly or changing the color of her eyes. The question is, how?
“Tell me the poem again—the curse, I mean,” I say. “Does it say you have to get fucked to end it?”
“I…I don’t know.” She shakes her head as though she’s trying to clear her mind. “Let me think…”
She takes a deep breath and recites again.
“A fire shall burn you, fierce and wild
No longer maidens—soon with child!
Seek the roughest male you can find
Beg him to take you—fuck you blind.
You’ll crave his touch, you’ll need his hands
You’ll beg his tongue to meet demands
No prayer will grant you sweet release
Until at last your hunger’s ceased.”
“Stop right there,” I say to her. “It says you have to seek the roughest male you can—which, by the way, thanks a lot.”
She seems about to say something, but I continue.
“But then it says you’ll ‘crave his touch and need his hands.’ And ‘beg his tongue to meet demands.’”
“Yes…so?” she shifts from foot to foot impatiently, squeezing her thighs together. “Please, Theron, I…I’m in trouble. I need…”
“I know what you need, little one,” I say sternly. “Just trying to figure out how to give it to you without changing the color of your eyes or planting a baby in your belly.”
“But it says I have to beg you to fuck me!” she protests.
“Yes, but it also says that ‘no prayer will grant you sweet release until at last your hunger’s ceased,’” I point out. “And it talks about needing my hands and tongue—which makes me think maybe I could just go down on you instead of fucking you.”
She frowns.
“What does that mean? Go down on me?”
“It means I’d lay you on the bed and lick your sweet little pussy until you came for me.
” I can’t quite keep the hunger out of my voice, and I can feel my Drake echoing the emotion.
Drake Shifters love to taste their women and mark them with their scent.
It’s a desire that’s sometimes even deeper than the desire to fuck.
But Elowen’s eyes go wide and she takes a step back.
“Oh, no!” she exclaims. “No, I couldn’t let you do that! It would be way too embarrassing!”
I give her an incredulous look.
“So you’d let me put my cock inside you but not my tongue?”
She blushes scarlet and shakes her head.
“Please, I can’t…I don’t even know why you’d want to do that!”
“Because I love the taste of pussy…love the feeling of a woman pulling my hair and calling my name while she rides my tongue,” I growl, feeling my cock surge.
But it’s clear that Elowen isn’t going for it. For some reason, the idea of letting me taste her has the curvy little priestess blushing and backing away.
“All right, all right,” I say, shaking my head. “We’ll try it another way—the curse specifically mentions hands. So come here.”
I pull her towards me and turn her around so that her back is to my chest.
“Oh! What are you doing?” she gasps, and I reach around her to pull open her white robes.
“Touching you,” I say matter-of-factly. “If you can’t bear to have my tongue in you, then you’ll have to have my fingers instead.”
“Oh, Theron!” she moans in protest, but she doesn’t try to get away when I cup her full breasts.
“Oh, what are you doing to me?” she asks again, panting as she shifts from foot to foot.”
“Getting you ready,” I growl in her ear. Any male worth his salt in the bedroom knows better than to go straight for the pussy—you have to warm a woman up first. Not that Elowen needs much warming—she’s already hot. Her soft, creamy skin feels feverish in my hands.
“Ohhh,” she moans as I gently thumb her nipples and then tug them lightly. She presses back against me until I can feel her gorgeous ass rubbing against the rock-hard ridge of my cock.
“Feels good, right?” I murmur and she moans an assent. “Do you think you’re ready to let me touch your pussy now?” I ask her.
“Yes, but…but I tried that already,” she protests.
“Tried touching yourself, you mean?” I ask.
She nods and moans again as I tug her nipples harder.
“Yes, I couldn’t…couldn’t reach the peak,” she pants. “Do you know…know what I mean?”
“You couldn’t make yourself come,” I say. “Can you usually?”
“Yes.” She nods again. “When…if I can get any privacy, I usually can. But ever since the curse…nothing.”
“Not too surprising—the curse doesn’t want you to be able to help yourself. But I can help you, baby.” I slide my right hand down the curves of her belly to cup her soft little mound.
I suck in a breath as my hand closes around her—Gods, she’s so fucking wet. I haven’t even slipped my fingers into her yet, but my palm is already drenched.
“Oh, please!” Elowen moans, writhing against me.
“Be still.” I slide my other arm around her waist and pull her back against me, forcing her to perch on the edge of the bed instead of standing.
“Sorry, I just…I need…need so much!” She sounds almost desperate now.
“Shh, little one. I know. I know what you need,” I murmur in her ear. “And I’m going to give it to you. Now can you be a good girl and spread your legs for me and let me in?”
“Y-yes,” she stammers and does as directed.
She cries out when I slip two fingers inside her. I part her plump little pussy lips and slide into that wet heat until I’m bracketing her swollen clit with my fingers. Then I begin to work, sliding up and down, teasing the sides of her sensitive little pleasure button.
Elowen moans and trembles against me. It’s a good thing I’m holding onto her with one arm, because at one point, it feels like her knees are giving out.
“Take it easy, baby,” I tell her, still sliding my fingers up and down. “Just let the pleasure build so you can come for me like a good girl.”
“Oh, Theron!” she moans, and her hips are working, catching my rhythm as I continue stroking her. “Oh Goddess, I’m getting close already!”
“That’s good, baby—so good,” I growl. “Just relax and let it happen—let yourself come on my fingers while I stroke your hot little pussy.”
Fuck, my cock is so fucking hard! I can feel her thick ass rubbing against me through my leather trousers and I wish I could bury it inside her. But this isn’t about me—it’s about trying to break the curse that’s tormenting the curvy little priestess.
Suddenly, I feel her reaching the peak. Her whole body goes rigid against mine and she starts to moan and cry my name. Fuck, I fucking love that—I love that she’s loud when she comes!
“Theron!” she moans, pressing against my fingers desperately. “Oh, Name of the Goddess, I’m coming! Coming so hard!”
“Good girl,” I growl. “That’s good, Elowen—come for me—come hard and break that fucking curse!”
“Oh…Ohhh!” she moans, her hips bucking.
At last, she collapses back against me, leaning her head against my chest as she pants for breath.
“Oh,” she sighs, her full breasts heaving as she tries to catch her breath.
But though she came enough to wet my hand all over again with her juices, she still seems to be in some need. Because soon she starts moving against me again.
“Theron,” she says in a small voice. “Please, I think…I need…”
“You need to come again, baby?” I ask. I’m more than willing to oblige. It’s not every day I get to pleasure a sweet, curvy woman who’s exactly my type.
“Not just that.” Her voice is tight, and I can feel her tensing against me all over again, though just a minute before she was boneless with post-orgasm bliss.
“What is it, little one,” I urge her. “Tell me what you want—what you need.”
“I need…I think I need to be, well…filled,” she says in that same small voice.
I frown and turn her around to face me.
“Filled?”
“Fucked,” she whispers. “I feel so…so empty inside!” Tears fill her pale blue eyes. “I’m sorry, I just don’t think there’s any other way to break the curse.”
I shake my head.
“No, I won’t do that to you—not unless there’s no other way.”
“But, Theron—” she begins.
“You need to be filled,” I interrupt her. “But filled doesn’t have to mean fucked. There are other things than a cock that can fill you.”
“What?” She shakes her head. “I don’t understand.”
“You will. Here—sit on my lap.”
I get her settled so she’s straddling my hips with her thighs spread wide and her knees planted on the mattress.
I have to admit, she’s a gorgeous sight—her robes spread open to show me her gorgeous, heavy tits and all that creamy skin that leads down to the fiery red patch of curls between her thick thighs.
Her pink nipples are long and hard from the way I was playing with them.
I have the urge to suck them and taste her skin, but first I have to fill her.
Gods, I wish I could use my cock—it’s aching desperately. But I hold myself back—that’s only for a last resort. For now, I’ll have to use what I can.
Sliding my hand between her spread thighs again, I find the entrance of her soft, slippery little pussy. Then I slide two fingers deep inside her tight little channel, thanking the Goddess that Fae women don’t have a maiden barrier to get in the way.
“Oh, Theron!” Elowen gasps, gripping my shoulders tightly, as though she’s holding on for dear life. “Oh Goddess, that feels good.”
“It’s about to feel even better, baby,” I promise her. “Just open your legs like a good girl and let me fingerfuck your sweet little pussy. Gonna do my best to fill you up.”
She’s so tight that I can feel her stretching around my fingers and I thrust deep to find the end of her channel.
This probably wouldn’t work if she wasn’t a virgin and unused but I’m hoping I can give her what she needs with my fingers instead of my cock.
I pull out and thrust back in again…then again and again and again, making sure my palm is rubbing against her swollen clit with every thrust.
“Oh Goddess…Name of the Goddess,” the little priestess moans, rocking her hips in time to my rhythm.
Fuck, she’s so fucking gorgeous with her full breasts bouncing and her ripe nipples right in my face as she spreads her little pussy for my fingers.
Her scent is like a drug, making my cock so hard it aches.
I feel the urge to suck her tight pink peaks again and this time I don’t try to fight it. I capture one nipple in my mouth and suck hard, which draws another cry from Elowen’s throat.
“Ohhh!” she moans. “Oh Goddess, yes! Fill me up! Please—stretch me out! I need to feel you stretching me!”
I remember that her fellow priestess was moaning the same kind of thing when the Satyr was fucking her. It must be something to do with the curse—this need to be filled and stretched. Elowen is lucky she’s tight, so I can use my fingers to do the stretching.
I keep sucking her nipples, switching back and forth between both rosy peaks as I continue thrusting deep inside her. Her nails are digging into my shoulders, but I welcome the pain—it lets me know how much she’s enjoying herself and how close she is to coming again.
“Oh, Theron, I’m close!” she moans, grinding hard against my hand. “So close! Oh, don’t stop!”
“Not gonna stop, baby,” I groan hoarsely and I can feel my Drake’s lust building along with my own. After this is over, I’m going to need a release of my own. “Are you going to be a good girl and come for me again?” I ask her. “Are you going to come all over my hand while I fingerfuck you?”
“Yes!” she gasps and throws her head back. Gods, I love how unselfconscious she is! I love how she doesn’t try to hide her pleasure like some women do.
“Come, then,” I tell her, thrusting deep in her tight little cunt. “Come for me, baby—come nice and hard while I fuck you with my fingers.”
My dirty words seem to push her over the edge because a moment later I feel her inner walls spasming around my fingers and then she’s moaning my name again and bucking her hips as she comes for a second time.
Maybe a third too—it’s hard to tell but I think my curvy little priestess might be one of those women who can come over and over if you give them the right treatment.
“Good girl,” I groan hoarsely and then lean forward to suck one of her nipples into my mouth again. Goddess, I love the way she moans for me!
I never fucking want this to end.