Darque Wants (36 page)

              The tale was long and involved. It was about a battle between good and evil for control of the world. So many times Kat had to stop Iris and have her explain. Though she had trouble following and felt that it all sounded too much like a late night movie, Kat found she just enjoyed listening to Iris talk. Each time Kat had a question, Iris calmly listened and guided her to an understanding.

              “So that's who those strangers are?” she asked. “That's why they can be in my dreams?”

              “Yes, little one, they call themselves the guardians, but they are really slavers who demand ownership of the heirs of Ceridwen.” Iris said as she leaned down to comfort Kat who was obviously getting upset.

              “But who?” Kat stumbled with her question. “Who is the guy in my dreams?” she asked.

              “The guardians have a Seachrán, a matchmaker, who binds the heirs to one of the men from the King’s great houses at birth,” she said as a small tear formed in her eye. “To them, the heirs are the property of their mates after the wedding night.”

              “No!” Kat cried out as she sat straight up in the bed. She didn't notice that the blanket quickly fell away, and her naked breasts spilled out into the warm air of the room right before Iris. “I don't want him. I don't want to be with a man, a man like that,” Kat cried as the tears poured from her eyes.  Iris slipped from the chair and into the bed wrapping her arms around Kat and pulling her face to her chest. Kat's fear and anger at the thought of being forced to marry the stranger made her ignore the swell of Iris's breasts as her face pressed into them. All she cared about was how this woman made her feel safe.

              “Hush, hush now, little one,” Iris soothed her and her delicate hands stroked Kat's hair. “I'm sorry, kitten. It will be ok.”

              “But I can't,” Kat whimpered as her tears turned the red blouse dark around the edge of the plunging neck line.

              “You don't have to, little one. There is another way,” Iris said as Kat sobbed against her. “The gift the Arwin gave of her own life gave the heirs a choice,” she explained. “Then you do not have to choose to surrender yourself to the men of the King's great houses.”

              “Tell me, please,” Kat begged as she snuggled as tightly to Iris as she could. “I will do anything.”

              “Because of the sacrifice of Arwin, the heirs have a choice. They can choose to marry a Hunter instead of a Guardian, and their lives will still be preserved,” Iris told her.  She held her tightly and stroked her hands up and down the crying girl's back.

              “But I don't want to marry any man, I just,” Kat drew back to arms length and looked Iris in the eyes as her tears dripped off her chin. “I just don't think I can, a man.” She choked and began to sob once again.

              “Little one, hush,” Iris said as she wiped the tears from Kat chin and slid her hands around the young girls face. “You don't understand. Because of the love of Arwin, you have a choice. You must marry soon or you will perish. But you have a choice.” She held Kat's trembling face in her hands as she looked deep into her eyes. Then Iris carefully leaned towards her drawing Kat's face in, and their lips met softly. Iris's lips drew Kat's in between them and gentle sucked at her open mouth. Then just as soon as she had brought their faces together Iris drew back and spoke again. “You have a choice, little one. You don't have to marry a guardian,” she said and then paused as she looked deep into Kat's eyes. “And you don't have to marry a man, little one. Arwin and Ceridwen understood real love without the cruelty of men. The choice is completely yours.”

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              “Oh God, yes!” Kat cried out as she pulled at the leather strap, her hips bucking wildly up towards Iris's face. The auburn hair draped down over Kat's pale skin as Iris hovered between her thighs.

              “You like that, little one?” the vixen’s luscious voice dribbled out as she looked up from Kat's aching core and stared into her eyes.

              “Yes, please, please, don't stop!” Kat called back as she whimpered while trying to push her hips up to find the hungry mouth she burned for. Iris's tongue lashed out and teased at Kat's clit as she watched her whole body begging for release.

              “Tell me you're mine, little one,” Iris said as the tip of her tongue danced across Kat's engorged clit again. “Tell me!”

              “God! I'm yours. I am always yours, please!” she screamed. She wiggled and thrust upward, seeking to end the teasing and feel that hot tongue buried inside her. Iris's naked body knelt between Kat's widely spread legs. Her bare breasts rubbed against Kat's tender thighs. The hard nipples almost scraped the tender flesh and they swayed back and forth with the motion of Kat's desperation. Kat's body burned and throbbed like a pulsing star. The sweat rolled off her skin, and her juices pooled under her naked ass as she cried out her desire and devotion.

              Iris wrapped the fur blanket around Kat and pulled her close. “Are you sure this is what you want, little one,” she asked as she looked down into the young girl's eyes and brushed Kat's hair back from her face.

              “Yes,” Kat's lips quivered. “Yes please, if you do, I mean,” she spoke so low it could almost not be heard. “I mean, if you want me.” The fear of being taken by one of the guardians, being forced to surrender to a man that way and the overwhelming lust that had been building inside her drove Kat almost crazy with fear and longing. But when Iris looked at her she felt calmer, safer. After a lifetime spent alone and in fear, Kat couldn't stand it another moment. She wanted to belong to someone, to be secure. She wanted to be Iris's.

              “Hush, little one,” Iris said as she pulled Kat's body closer to her and kissed her forehead. “I want you more than you can imagine. You are going to be MY little kitten, MY bride,” she cooed as her plush lips worked their way down to Kat's ear. The warmth of her breath tickled but made Kat's core melt like fire. “I want you,” she said almost as if it was just a breath. Kat's knees wobbled, and she fell into the strong woman's chest. Iris held her up, held her tightly, and Kat knew she needed this woman's strength.

              Iris led her from the room down a long hallway made of stone to a wooden door. She turned back and squeezed Kat's hand tightly. “It's just the ceremony, to bind us,” she said. “It's our wedding, little one.” Kat's heart fluttered in her chest. Tears started to trickle down her cheeks for what must have been the hundredth time tonight she thought. Iris knocked on the door and it opened. As Iris led Kat into the large room the surrounding made Kat nervous. There were other people, just like in the dreams, surrounding the room. They stood just out of the light of the candles against the walls. Iris felt her fear and squeezed her hand again. Iris led her in front of a tall woman who stood out from the rest. Much like Iris herself, the woman had pale skin and deep green eyes. Her hair was also auburn and hung in long wavy strands around her.

              “Is this the precious thing you wish to marry, my daughter?” the woman spoke, and her words felt like soft warm rain washing over Kat whole body. The resemblance made sense now as Kat looked at the woman with a mixture of nervousness and excitement.

              “Yes, my lady,” Iris said and it seemed strange to Kat to see her acting at all submissive to someone. But then again, she thought, perhaps it was respect. Kat could hardly remember her mother, but she felt if she was standing before her now, she would crumble. So perhaps Iris was not showing submission but far more strength than Kat ever could. The thought made Kat quiver inside, and she looked at Iris again with longing.

              “And you, child...” The woman turned her attention to Kat which suddenly made her feel very vulnerable. “Do you willingly surrender yourself to my daughter?” Kat looked up into the tall woman's eye and blushed, suddenly feeling weak. “Answer me, child. There can be no reservations here. To marry my daughter openly before our clan must be your choice,” the woman said, and again her words carried a physical form that seemed to wrap itself around Kat like the fur blanket and make her glow inside. “An interesting choice indeed as my daughter can be stubborn and willful. But a choice you must make now and surrender here before us all so you may be bound to her.”

              “Stubborn and willful,” Kat thought to herself and she liked how that sounded. “Yes, yes it's my choice,” she said looking up with pride as she squeezed Iris's hand again to show her strength, to make her proud of her. “I give myself. I surrender to Iris.” Her voice was loud and confident, filled with her desire to please her new mate.

              “Good girl,” the woman said with a thin smile, and then she stepped back away from the pair and took her place against the wall.

              Iris turned and looked at Kat. She squeezed her hand and then let it fall as she too stepped back. Two other women came up and took the blanket from Kat's shoulders. Kat stood up straight and tall to show Iris she could be proud of her. She wasn't sure why, but nothing else mattered to her now but Iris's approval. Her bare body was fully exposed to the crowd, but no one made a sound. Her nipples ached as they reached up from her sensitive breasts, and she could already feel the heat building between her thighs. The two women took hold of her and guided her to a stone altar like in her dreams. It was covered in furs and felt like a cloud when the two women laid her back on it. They drew out her arms and tied them each in a thick leather strap and then spread open her legs to do the same. Kat kept her eyes open and on Iris despite feeling the air of the room slip over her burning lips as they came into view for the whole room. The women fell away and Iris approached.

              “You are mine, little one, and it's time to prove it,” Iris said as Kat writhed under the torment of her tongue. With her eyes fixed on Kat's she slipped her hand down and rubbed it over the swollen and aching mound before her. The taste of her bride on her ruby lips and dripping from her chin, Iris knew she had conquered what she wanted. She was a true hunter and it was time to take her prize.  Her fingers spread open Kat’s soaked lips with ease. The long slender fingers, the red nails slid up and down between the moist flesh as Kat's head fell back on the furs, and her eyes rolled back in her head. With a quick motion Iris flicked her hand and landed a small firm swat flatly on Kat's folds making her bounds. “Look at me, little one!” Iris commanded.

              “Yes ma'am!”  Kat called out and quickly complied. Her head jerked up, and her eyes fixed on the green sparkling lust she saw inside of Iris. In that instant she knew she would never disobey Iris. She would never displease her. Her heart would break if she even tried. Iris saw the surrender on Kat's face and the aching need to please in in her eyes, and she knew. It was time. Iris shoved her hand forward, her fingers spreading Kat open like she had never experienced. “Fuck!” Kat called out so loudly she felt the walls of the world vibrate with her pleasure. But her eyes stayed open and her gaze fixed on Iris. Their eyes locked tightly as her inner walls clamped down around the invading fingers that now ravenously pounded inside her.

              “Cum for me, little one!” Iris's voice was deeper and huskier with her lust, but its smooth tones still fluttered through Kat like a kiss. “Cum for me now!” she commanded as her hand worked quickly, pushing in, mashing deep into Kat so that the knuckles pressed hard against her clit, causing it to jolt with each slamming thrust. “Cum!” That was it, the last, the most demanding command, the quivering in her belly and the throbbing of her clit caused Kat to scream with everything she had kept inside her for years. Her body clamped down then shook violently as her mouth hung open. The sounds that spilled out couldn't possibly be discerned, but they were clearly understood. They were primal. She collapsed onto the furs more exhausted than she could have ever imagined.

              Iris watched Kat's body burst. She felt it around her fingers and smiled at what she had done. Kat's body had broken, but the girl had done what she was told. She kept her eyes on Iris, and it proved that Kat was hers. She felt pride swell inside her as she crawled up the length of Kat naked body, took her in her arms, and kissed her. “Sleep, little one,” she whispered. A command Kat quickly followed as she lay in her lover's arms and drifted into darkness.

*****

Dark Protector:

Legacy of the Goddess

Book 3

Morgana Patrick

              “Connor!” Anna screamed as Conner's fingers worked their way deep inside her. Her hips rocked down into the palm of his hand. Her fingers pulled at the red velvet cloth beneath her until the beds of her nails turned white. “Oh fuck, yes,” she cried as she felt his knuckles push hard against her lips, the tips of his fingers forcing themselves over the tiny ridges of her innermost depths. Anna's stomach tightened as a shimmering glow began to flow from her skin. The light glistened around the sheen of sweat that coated her body. She writhed and forced herself down the bed towards his invading hand. “Fuck! Harder, Connor!” she called out, and she shoved her hips towards him.

              “Anna, you have to calm down,” he said as his fingers drew back almost slipping from inside her. “You have to learn how to control it.” The glow emanating from her body was building into a bright ball that surrounded them. The candlesticks across the room began to shake on the stone pulpit as she writhed. “Calm down just a little, Anna,” he said slipping his wet fingers completely out of her aching body.

              “No!” Anna cried out in desperation. “Please don't stop, damn it!” Anna's head shot up from the pillow as her hips moved down, desperately searching for something to impale herself on to satisfy the emptiness. Conner slowly stroked the inside of her thigh as he held back from giving her what she wanted. “Oh God! Why did you stop?” she pleaded as she propped herself up on her elbows. The light faded slightly and drew back from around them until it rippled over Anna' naked body alone.

              “You have to learn, Anna,” Connor said in a soothing voice that vibrated through her. The effect could even be seen on the now pale light as it trembled when he spoke. His voice had such an effect on her. It was hard to not hang on his every word. “Your power is connected to your lust,” he explained again. “It ebbs and flows with your desires. You have to learn to control lust and your power. Then you can store up the energy and use it when you see fit.”

              “I don't fucking want to control it,” Anna said with her lower lip extended and a scowl across her brow. “I want to fucking cum, and you're just a tease.”

              “Hush!” his voice suddenly thundered. The waves of sound hit her body like the ocean and pushed her back down off her elbows. “You have to. Remember what you did in the shower room? You can hurt people, if you don't learn.” Anna laid back and felt suddenly exposed by his admonishment. She DID remember the shower room. Her hand between her thighs, and the tips of her fingers pressed firmly to her clit as the world shattered around her. He was right. She needed to learn to control herself.

              “I'm sorry,” she whimpered under her breath as she looked around the room avoiding his eyes. It was the same room in which she had lost her virginity in that night. The night she was married to him. The same room that the other Guardians had filled to watch her surrender her flesh to him. The thought of that exposé was very different than how she felt now, after being fussed at like a school girl. “A school girl,” she thought to herself. In the last few weeks, Anna had hardly been to class at all. Some of the other members of the clan had brought all her things from the dorm, down into the catacombs beneath the library where she now spent most of her time.

              The Keep, as it was called, was a mass of meandering hallways cut through the stone under the school's library. Anna had wandered around a few times and gotten lost more than once. There were dozens of rooms - some were wide open, and others had large wooden doors that kept the interiors safe and secret. Her new room was just a short distance from the chamber where the magic happened. That is where she spent most of her time these days, stripped naked on one of the stone altars in the center of the room, Connor hovering over her body, teasing it with his skillful attention. “Training,” they called it. Anna blushed every time anyone else in the Keep asked her how the “training” was going.

              She had met several other members of the order and the women who served in the Keep. She hadn't really made any friends yet, as the others all seemed to view her with some sort of caution. Maybe because every time she got wet, the walls rattled and things tended to break - especially today. Connor had teased her for days without letting her completely fulfill her needs. Her body was in a constant state of arousal, and her skin felt like pins and needles from the slighted suggestion of gratification. He had even assigned one of the housemaids to watch Anna bathe to make sure she didn't repeat the mistake of that night in the dorm showers. The housemaid was about the same age as Anna. A mousy little girl, who seemed much younger. Her name was Beth, and she was the only one of the women in the Keep that would hold a decent conversation with Anna.

              Beth had helped Anna understand how everything in the order worked. All of the Guardians were descendants of the King's Personal Guard. The women in the Keep were also proud of their heritage as they descended from members of the King's Court. It was apparently a great honor to be chosen as a Handmaid of the Keep, but Beth had not been chosen and worked as a normal housemaid
.
The Handmaids were the women who served to help educate the rising Guardians, or “Unbound,” in sexual techniques and self-control. There were several Teachers, both male and female. Anna had learned that they provided instruction while the Handmaids provided the possibility of practice. It sounded a bit strange to Anna, but Beth often expounded the honor and respectability of the role. The poor girl had barely any figure, narrow hips, and very small, almost unnoticeable breasts. That's why she felt she wasn't chosen to serve as a Handmaid. Both her sisters had been chosen, like their mother, who was now a Teacher. Apparently, it was a tradition in their family. So Beth felt a bit like an outcast compared to the rest of them, which seemed to make it easier for Anna, at least, to befriend her. There seemed to be a bit of a competition between the Handmaids and the Heirs. The Handmaids offered their bodies proudly to train the Guardians, only to see them married off to an Heir.

              Anna was surprised to see she wasn't the only Heir in the Keep. She had seen two others, older than herself. Though they didn't seem terribly social. As Anna understood it, being an Heir was a very proud honor but also a tremendous burden. The sexual appetite of an Heir only increased with age and experience, and the effort required to maintain control over their desires was enormous. She had been awake late one evening and happened past another training chamber when she heard the sounds spilling out into the hallway. When she leaned against the doorway and peered inside, she saw the older of the other Heirs. The woman was on her hands and knees with two men, one behind her and one in front of her. Both men were using her body. The woman seemed to be bursting in bright yellow light as her body moved back and forth between the two men in a steady rhythm. Anna felt her body begin to heat up, as it always did these days, as she watched the three of them pleasure each other. Soon her own body was glowing. The large wooden door rattled on its hinges so loudly that the other Heir cocked her head sideways and looked right at Anna. The woman's ass jiggled as the man behind her pushed inside her with hard thrusts. Her body was shoved forward onto the cock that she gripped tightly in one hand as it vanished into her mouth. She looked right at Anna as she worked her hand from the base of the hard shaft to her lips. Her cheeks sunk in deep with the effort she put forth to devour it. Suddenly, a Housemaid appeared from behind the large door and pushed it closed, ending the experience, for Anna at least. That night she woke Connor, begging for his attention.  Instead,  he left her sweating and aching without release which only left her more distraught.

              All in all, her new life seemed like something from one of those bad late-night movies she used to sneak downstairs and watch, hoping her mother wouldn't find out. She had also learned more about the fairy-tale Connor had told her that first night he stayed with her. The Heirs were all in the line of succession to the throne. The throne, itself, was the point of contention between the Guardians and the Hunters, she learned. Whichever clan held the throne, held the power to control the walls, the fabric between the worlds. When a Guardian held the throne, the walls were kept closed, protecting the world from the demons and creatures that sowed evil throughout the worlds. When a Hunter held the throne, the walls were opened, allowing the evil to spill into the world, causing humanity to suffer the influence and torment of evil spirits. When a Hunter held the throne, the world would rage with war, pestilence, and hatred. Currently, a Hunter sat on the throne, and had for several years. But, the Guardians had been planning to seize the throne away again and bring peace back into the world. The Queen was Fiona of the House of Feidhelm of the Hunters. Apparently, she had taken the throne from Shannon of the House of O'Sheahan thirteen years ago. The clans had battled constantly throughout the centuries. When a Queen fell, the Heir who took her life also took the throne. The throne was handed down in blood just as the powers of the Heirs were in their blood as well.

              But, it wasn't all sex-capades and battling the forces of evil. Beth was actually a student at the college as well. She said that since she would never be a Teacher in the clans, that she had decided to become a teacher in the outside world. In fact, Anna was surprised to see that most of the Teachers in the clan were actually professors at the college. She also recognized several of the Handmaids and Housemaids and even some of the younger Guardians as students. To her surprise, the girl who lived across the hall from Anna in the dorm, the girl she had seen eying Connor, was one of the Handmaids she had caught a glimpse of in a training Room. Anna shuddered when she made the connection, wondering if she had been involved in Connor's training. 

              “God!” Anna called out. Connor's fingers had slammed deep into Anna's silky center again, jolting her back to the present. Her eyes shot back towards him as he knelt between her thighs. “Oh fuck, yes!” she shouted as he pounded his fingers deep inside her again. Anna's body instantly responded. The glow from her skin burst into a brilliant flame that surrounded her pulsing body. The candlesticks spilled over into the floor and a painting fell from the wall behind them. But Anna didn't care. She had been aching for days, her body needed relief. “Connor, please!” she cried. “Please let me cum, please!”

              “Show me you have learned something the last few days, Anna,” he said as sweat dripped from his brow on to her trembling thigh. One arm was wrapped under her leg pulling her towards him with a hard jerking rhythm as his other hand fucked into her deep and hard. Anna could hear the wet sound of her body being spread open again and again. She could feel the juices of her desire trickling down between the cheeks of her spasming ass. All she could think of was the building heat that throbbed inside her. “Show me, Anna!” he demanded. “Show me, and I will make you cum.”

              “Yes, yes I will. I will,” Anna said as she grit her teeth and focused on the feeling building inside her. As she did, the lapping flame-like light drew in around her like a tight fitting suit. It whipped around her flesh and encompassed her whole body.

              “Good girl, that's it,” Connor said as he slipped his hand from under her leg and quickly grabbed his cock as he continued to finger her. “You want me to fuck you, don't you, Anna?” he asked knowing damn well what the answer was.

              “God, yes!” Anna groaned through her gritted teeth. “Fuck me. Please, Baby, please, I can't stand it.” Her hands were balled into fists full of red velvet. Her back was arched up off the bed. Her legs were spread wide around him and her pelvis rocked up toward his hand with every thrust. “I need you. I need your cock, please!”
The look in her eyes as she begged him was so intense that he knew she was ready, ready to show him.

*****

              “You want to get fucked. Then show me you can control your power. Show me, and I will fuck you, Anna,” he said as he held his throbbing cock inches from her opening. He had practiced and practiced, more than most. But being near Anna when her passion flamed like this was almost too much for him to handle. He would never admit it, but he wondered if he didn't crave her more than she craved him.