Chapter 26 Aura #2
When there is no other noise, she darts into the darkening woods as fast as her legs will carry her.
The only sound is her frantic bare feet falling along the forest's underbrush.
She changes course whenever she feels the unnatural icy air settle in, sensing him not far behind.
She is confident in her agility yet wonders if he is toying with her, letting her wear herself out before striking.
An overhang on the side of a hill nears, and she hunkers down inside. Thunder rumbles in the distance, and a light rain falls upon the darkness.
She watches the downpour without feeling the cold.
Maybe he abandoned the chase?
The fat raindrops quickly change to ice crystals, collecting along the ground.
Shit, he is here!
She darts out, flinching as the frozen pellets strike her exposed flesh.
The pounding shower lightens to a drizzle as she approaches a trickling stream.
Rubbing her arms for warmth does little to mitigate the frigid air encasing her naked figure.
She turns away from the stream and follows it toward the hot spring and her encampment.
Night has fully settled over the land, slowing her movements.
As she weaves through the trees, she spots the boulder from earlier.
Not much farther. If I can reach my camp, I’ll grab my horse and be gone.
Is that what he wishes?
Suddenly, the air bites at her like cold teeth.
A loud thump shakes the ground around her as two large hands seize her arms.
His grip covers her mouth in an unyielding grasp, stifling her scream.
They collapse into the muck of the forest floor as the rain pummels them through the canopy. Mud clings to her bare, clean skin.
And yet she cares not as a man almost three times her size descends upon her with the force of a storm upon the South Sea.
His beard tickles her ear, and even through the storm, his words ring clear.
“Mine!” His breathy growl stakes a claim in a full-body sensation that leaves her whimpering.
He roughly flips her onto her back so that she gazes up into his face, which is shrouded in shadow. His strong hands pin her wrists above her head.
One heartbeat.
Two heartbeats.
And then every follicle she possesses bursts into flame as all the unspoken thoughts and passing touches explode into a barrage of passion between them.
It is as if her blood boils with a primitive desire to melt the Iss Drengr.
She whines as her hands cannot reach every bit of him fast enough. Before life upends itself on them, she must memorize the hardened muscles of his massive frame.
He responds like a man dying of hunger.
The urgency of his assault on her curves is like a warrior departing for battle, and ravaging her is his final farewell. Every growl of Calder’s fans hot against her skin, leaving her grunting like a feral animal.
Abruptly, one of the pads of his chilly fingertips presses on her clit before sliding through her wet entrance. When two of his fingers slip easily inside her, his bestial snarl shifts into something otherworldly.
A monster from the Abyss has awoken from its slumber, driven by an insatiable hunger.
And it has discovered its next victim in the Princess.
Calder pulls her onto his lap as he sits back into the mud.
She paws at his trouser strings, knotting her fingers through the damp material. She shrieks in frustration until finally unleashing his cock. Anxiety floods her chest as her hands can barely encircle his girth, with her fingertips unable to connect.
His hand sinks into her wet locks, collecting them into a tight bunch at the base of her skull. With his other hand firmly on her waist, he bares his teeth as he lifts her body. Aura braces on his shoulders before he lowers her onto the tip of his cock.
She hisses, feeling the stretch of her walls, accommodating his substantial size. He tugs her head back, exposing her neck column to his mouth. His firm lips ravage her jaw to her clavicle, evoking yelps as he sinks deeper into her pussy.
Heavy moans wring out from her chest as she clutches his muscular arms, begging for more.
His lips and tongue, tasting along her nipples, twist into a grin. The act sends goosebumps across her entire body.
“Do you want me?” His voice is barely human.
“All of you!” She pants like a desperate whore. Her walls clench around the length he has given her, pleading him to shatter her notions of sex.
“Ah, fuck!” her wails carry as he sinks further in her cunt.
He continues to settle her onto him until he bottoms her out with a roar that shakes the ground beneath them.
When he pulls away to meet her gaze, the frantic desire she feels in her soul is reflected in his heady stare.
He grips her waist so tightly that she is certain she will bruise.
Again he lifts her, dragging his cock to the tip before thrusting back in, leaving her breathless.
Gasps of indescribable pleasure ripple through her chest as one of his hands wraps around her breast, pulling her soft mound to his mouth for him to devour—her nipple rolls along his teeth while his beard scratches against her skin.
“Calder!” She slices her nails down his back, smirking as he hisses between her breasts.
He supports her lower back while they collapse into the mud, his cock still buried inside her pussy.
Aura grunts as he rolls her onto her stomach, mounting her from behind so her front lowers into the mud.
One of his massive hands presses into the ground at her side while the other grips her jaw. All he offers is a growl in her ear before the first hard thrust slams her front into the muck. She whimpers as the precision of his rhythm strokes inside along her pleasure spot.
The incessant rain only serves to increase the mud coating their bodies. Feral moans rumble through the forest as he forces her head to tilt up so his mouth can reach hers in a ravenous kiss that has her toes curling.
“Who owns you, Princess?” he grunts onto her tongue, sucking it into his mouth, leaving her lips a quivering mess.
Her brain mushes into addled chaos, and she is certain that drool trickles over her chin. “C-Calder!”
The hand on her jaw releases to touch her clit. This time, his caress is far from distant.
He commands her pleasure.
The sensation of his fingers rubbing against her pussy as he pounds into her center has her screaming.
“Listen to your cries, pretty girl. Tell me how badly you have needed my cock!”
She sobs into the ground. “I need you!”
He ruts against her, reducing her mind to a haze of pleasure and the Iss Drengr.
“I am going to breed you, girl. You are going to take every bit of my seed.” His promise has her shivering. “Do you want to be owned by the Iss Drengr?”
She nods, her lips begging of their own accord.
“Cum for me!” He growls into her ear.
Her first orgasm has her screaming once more. She digs into the mud as he forces another. By the fourth, she sobs incoherently into the ground.
“Again! I want to hear your gorgeous sounds.” He grasps her by the neck as he tears into her cunt, building a release she cannot hold back. The final orgasm ruins her for any other man or woman as his cock pulses inside of her, shooting ropes of cum through her center.
Once he forces every drop within her, they lay facing each other, the rain lightening to a mist.
He caresses her cheek in silence. Only then does she shiver—not from his seidr frost but from the natural chill of the autumn air.
He didn’t lose control of his seidr.
She smiles to herself as he swiftly scoops her into his arms, carries her back to the camp, and sits her in the hot spring.
“What happens now?” she whispers, despite their solitude and him, as always, existing as the top predator in the forest.
He pauses halfway through tugging his trousers off. “You belong to me.”
She stares unblinking at the water, worrying over the looming storm cloud from Treland, when he slips into the water, pulling her onto his lap underneath the comforting heat.
His lips ghost across her forehead. “You are the first woman I have bred in almost twenty winters, and you’ll be the last.”