Chapter 36 Calder
CALDER
Inner Sanctum - Forest of Fear, Skalor
Aura wraps her arms around his broad chest as much as she can. “I love you, too,” she says gently. “Calder, I have no intention of leaving your side. Know that your past is an aspect of you I would never change. I am here to walk through your pain with you.”
Time seems to stand still as they embrace one another. He never imagined that his destiny would bring him such happiness.
Not for the Iss Drengr.
After burying his son, he locked himself in his personal Abyss. Unwilling to die until the day the Norn deemed fit to release him from this realm.
Yet, in her arms, he has discovered something unexpected–a feeling he will fight ‘til death to preserve. It is an awakening of his powers that are in perfect balance with his need for peace.
Aura embraces his sins and celebrates his strengths.
To think that accepting his love for her has led to the harmony of his seidr.
Calder seeks out her lips as he lays her on the bed. His desire ignites a need to possess the Princess in every conceivable way.
The fire burning in her eyes pleads for his touch. “What is it, Jarl Calder?” She kneels on the bed, and a loose curl falls across her face.
Desire courses through his veins as her irises deepen in color. “Crawl to me, baby girl.”
She stands beside the bed, her head tilted. Flames dance in her gaze as she sizes him up, contemplating her decision to comply. Finally, her knees hit the floor, followed by her palms.
“Such a good girl for me.” He removes his tunic and sits in the chair in the corner while she slowly crawls across the floor, holding her head high with that alluring determination that drives him wild.
“You’re doing so well." He leans forward with his forearms resting on his thighs.
Once she is between his legs, he takes her chin and lifts her until she is on her knees.
“You are a raging flame that engulfs my soul, and I will never recover from your blaze, little girl. Tonight, I claim you as my own. You may leave this Sanctum, but your heart is mine.”
She swallows hard as her body trembles between his thighs.
Not enough.
His thumb slips into her mouth, and her tongue eagerly swirls around it, making his cock throb. “Words, pretty girl.”
“I am yours, Calder.” She mumbles.
He will never tire of hearing that voice pledge herself to him.
“Bed.” He points two fingers at their bed before reclining in the chair again.
She blinks her lovely lashes again as if he hasn't just given her a command.
“Aura.” His voice deepens in reaction to her disobedience.
When her blue eyes flash, he knows his darker side is about to come out and play.
“I am a witch.” Her voice is thick with a heady need. “You should bow to my power.”
Without shifting his gaze from hers, his right hand unbuckles his belt, the leather sliding through the loops of his pants. “Is that so, girl?”
He cinches the belt around her neck, tugging her until their noses brush and her breathing hitches. He breathes in her warm breath as if it is the air he needs in his lungs, shuddering at all the filthy things he will do to this woman.
“Use your seidr against me.” He whispers against her quivering lips.
Her fingers graze his calf, and a flash crosses her eyes, signaling a brief premonition of what is to come should she try to fight him. A twisted grin follows. “Make me.”
He looms over her submissive figure, relishing how her gaze tracks his motion. His free hand withdraws his cock and shoves it between her lips.
“You look beautiful on your knees for me.” He grunts when his tip collides with the back of her warm throat.
Gods, she feels like the salvation I don’t deserve.
When her cheeks hollow around him and her moans vibrate his shaft, he knows he will not last long in her mouth. He grips the back of her head, shoving her until she takes him all of the way. That act alone has him shooting ropes of cum down her throat.
But he is not done claiming her body.
“Bed. On your back.”
Drool and cum dribble down her chin as he removes himself from her mouth and uncinches the belt from her neck. Once in the center of the bedding, her arms float above her head, thighs rubbing against each other in a desperate, needy way.
He removes a strand of soft rope from his pack–something he purchased in Geit just for the Princess–and binds her wrists together, securing them over her head before using the remaining strand to tie her ankles apart.
All the while, her thirsty gaze follows his movements as if his hands were the only source of gratification for which she yearns.
“Do you want something, pretty girl?” He cages her head, leaning down to taste her lips.
Before she can respond, his hand clamps over her mouth as he fastens a piece of fabric around her luscious lips. “I’m afraid without your words, I cannot help you.”
Her eyes harden, and frantic mumbles escape the gag as he positions himself between her legs.
She leans forward, curiosity and desire dancing in her expression as his mouth descends onto her clit, drawing out those delicious passionate moans. He slips his middle finger inside her wet pussy.
He groans at her sweet arousal that he is about to lap up like it is a life-giving substance, and he is a dying man.
His finger tugs at her soft cunt as she begins to gyrate, begging for more of him. He slips a second finger inside, stretching her out.
When her whimpers accelerate, he withdraws, leaving her tugging on her rope bindings.
“What’s wrong, my sweet girl? Do you need something?” Calder’s hands explore her curves. Her heavy breasts fill his hands perfectly.
All the while, she glares up at him. His wicked grin answers her defiance.
“I’m sorry, my beautiful girl. I need your words.” He taunts as he begrudgingly pulls away from her wanton form to withdraw a Pradacian candle and a saucer he found in the dwelling. He is careful to keep his back to her sight.
As the wick flickers, he returns to her seductive body, his tongue swirling around her nipple while his hand stuffs her flesh into his mouth.
Tiny whimpers fill his ears, and fuck if it wasn’t enough to abandon his plan to savagely pound into her holes.
His hands slowly and methodically grope at her soft body as if he may never feel her again. The brush of her skin ignites his own with the sensation of lightning coursing straight to his cock.
She is unlike any woman he has bedded. A familiar surge of power churns in his belly as he savors being the center of her life in this stolen moment of pleasure.
When he steps away again, her frantic murmurings increase. He glances over his shoulder at her pink lips nestled in the fabric, muffling her lovely voice.
“What is it, Aura?” He inspects the melted wax buildup of the unique Pradacian candle. The wax becomes pliant and peels gently off the skin if spilled.
She mumbles a string of frustrated pleadings that only draw a smirk across his lips.
He blows out the flame as his finger glides along her jaw and tenderly travels down to her breasts.
Ever so slowly, he lowers the candle, tipping it until hot wax drips across her breasts and down her stomach. Her initial shriek settles to a low moan as he writes his name out across her skin with the wax.
She twists her hips with a need he greets with two fingers pressed into her drenched cunt, pulsing against her wet core.
“Does my princess wish to come?” He pours the remaining hot wax over her breasts, spelling his name once more across her skin. Calder thrusts his fingers in and out of her pussy, causing her hips to roll.
She chases his touch, and he senses her shudder beneath him. “Come for me, baby girl.” He growls low.
Her walls clench around his fingers as she screams her release. Her orgasm squirts from her cunt, and fuck if it doesn’t make him hard as stone. He tilts her ass, spraying herself with her cum.
As she settles off of her orgasm, he swirls his fingertips along the wetness on her stomach, writing his name in the mess.
As she lays amidst the wax and her cum, he gathers the tattoo elements from his pack and sits beside her head, untying her wrists and tugging out the gag.
“Tonight, I permanently mark you, but you can choose where.” He shows her the ink and needle, taking pleasure in her little gasps.
She licks her lips and rubs her wrists as realization washes over her features. She extends her wrists toward him. “Calder,” she taps her right wrist, “and Iss Drengr,” she taps her left. “In runes, not the common tongue.”
He takes her wrists, gingerly stroking her delicate skin with his thumb. “This will hurt.”
“Who do you think tattoos in my family?” She quirks her brow.
“I have one condition,” he continues, focusing on her wrists. “That you add your name here,” he taps the center of his chest.
“I would be honored, Jarl Calder.” She purrs.
He dips the needle into the ink vial before tapping it into her skin, satisfied that she doesn’t flinch as it pierces the sensitive flesh of her wrist. “Good baby girl, hold still for me.”
He finishes his name on her right wrist, then adds ‘Iss Drengr’ to the left, creating a pair of cuffs bearing his name in her flesh. Every tap of the needle pulses a longing in his cock to force himself into her sweet pussy.
Once he completes her tattoos, Calder lies on his back. “Now, you are going to give me your name while I am buried inside you.”
She crawls atop his thick body, her hands tracing his inked knots with silent reverence.
He lifts her before sliding her onto his cock. Her needy moans and grasping hands have him gritting his teeth so as not to unload too early.
Once he bottoms her out, he hands her the needle and ink.
She breathes heavily, her pussy pulsating around his shaft as she taps her name in the center of his chest. Between each rune, she gyrates her hips, evoking strangled whimpers as he fills her. When she finally completes the last rune, she sets the items aside and digs her nails into his shoulders.
“Please, Calder!” She licks his neck.
His arms envelop her as he spins them both, guiding her beneath him. He thrusts deep inside her, pushing her into the bed while his hands pin down her forearms, careful of her sensitive wrists.
“Do you want me to fill you, baby girl?” He grunts in her ear.
She whines, pressing her back into his chest. “Mark me!”
He gathers her curls at the base of her head and tugs, feeling his release building. His final push into her has him furiously unloading his seed as if he will never cease. Filling her so much that it spills out onto the bedding.
He releases her hair while collapsing at her side. His arms hold her close as if she might vanish.
“No god owns my soul, beautiful girl. Forevermore, it is you I pray to. Whatever happens next, know you are my salvation.”