Darque Wants (37 page)

              Anna ripped at the fabric below her, hard enough for the velvet to peel off in her hand. She clinched her fist tightly and thrust out her arm in the direction of the wooden barrel towards the corner of the room. As she opened her hand and the scrap of velvet fell from her steaming palm the wooden cask shuttered. The blue flames wicked up from her body and flowed over her arm as the light lashed out from her fingertips. The barrel burst suddenly, and shards of wood splintered and flew across the floor.

              “Fuck!” Anna cried out as she fell back on the bed. Connor jerked back his fingers leaving her empty for a moment. Wrapping his arm under her leg he lifted her hips up off the bed and drove his cock deep into her molten desire. Lifting his body up on his knees, Connor grabbed her other leg under his arm and held her body up so that she drew up to him. Sweat poured down his chest. The taut, hard muscles of his biceps flexed and he pulled her to him. Anna felt his cock push inside her and spread her aching body wide. She could feel his energy pulsing inside her. The head of his cock hitting a wall deep, deep inside with each desperate thrust. Anna felt her breasts jerk wildly as he tore at her body in a ravenous attack. Her nipples throbbed and burned. Her mouth fell open in a string of cries she couldn't control and didn't give a damn to try. The light that flowed over her body burned almost white as she closed her eyes and tossed back her head.

              “Cum, Anna!” Connor growled out over the loud echoing sound of his hips slapping against her spread thighs. “Cum for me, Anna!” She felt it, that pulse at the base of his cock. The hard deep throb that signified to her he was ready. Then his cock surged, and she could feel it swelling inside her. The first burst of his cum erupting into her depth, filling her with his hot liquid, was all she could bear.

              “Cumming! Fuck!” was all she could manage to say that was decipherable as the sound spilled from her lips like the juices spilling from his manhood, buried inside her. The sounds, the grunts of primal lust, came in loud bursts from deep inside her throat. The muscles inside her clamped down around him so tightly that it nearly hurt to feel him thrusting so furiously into her. Her whole body burned with the strain as she jerked helplessly underneath him, lost in her orgasm.

              “Good girl,” Connor said, breathlessly, as he laid down on top of her quivering body. Anna's legs fell limp beside his, and she relished the weight of him on her. The tiny vibration of his voice tickled her ear, but she was too spent to shiver at it. She felt him wrap his arms around her head as her eyes fell closed. She soaked in the peaceful feeling as the storm inside her body calmed. The pendant she always wore, the little silver dream catcher, pressed into her chest under his weight, and she thought of Kat as she drifted out of consciousness.
 

*****

              Unlike Anna's training, which was driven by her aching need for sex, Kat was driven by the overwhelming need to please her wife. From the moment she awoke, tucked warmly in the little bed covered in furs and saw the tattoo on her ankle, she craved nothing more than Iris's praise. She felt at home for the first time in years in the large stone manor house. The farm was only about a half a mile from campus, set back in the woods along the river. The main house was a massive gray stone manor home built in the eighteenth century. It was surrounded by several smaller buildings and two large barns, all surrounded by a tall stone wall. Kat loved walking through the grounds holding Iris's hand and listening to her stories and lectures about learning to control and focus her power. When they lay on the river bank, Iris would sometimes slip between her thighs, and Kat would explode in a ball of furious light as her insides melted and the world fell away. But she quickly learned to control herself and her powers, desperate for the look in Iris's eyes when she told her what a good little one she was. It was very clear to Kat, and everyone else, that her devotion to Iris was complete.

              Iris was, as her mother had said, a very strong-willed and stubborn person. She was tender and sweet to Kat, but her word on any issue was final, and she never bothered to argue. Kat could sense the strength and power in her mate, and was in constant awe of it. But she also learned quickly that the right pouting lip, her hands clasp in front of her and a few solid bats of her eyelashes could bend Iris's firm demeanor. After several days on the farm, she had finally talked Iris into taking her back to the dorm to check on Anna. When they arrived, they found the dorm room empty. All of Anna's things had vanished. The loss of her first real friend hit Kat hard. She spent the next two days in her bed crying until finally Iris insisted it was time to start her training. After each session Kat would lay in her lover’s arms, twirling her long locks of deep red hair around her fingers. The rest of the clan seemed to view Iris with a bit of fearful respect. She was, after all, the Queen's daughter. Iris's father had been a Hunter, but had died in a battle of some kind when Iris was young. A common thread that made Kat feel more connected to her. Iris had been expected to develop as an Heir like her mother but instead developed as a normal Hunter. It seemed the children of the bounded pairs were never assured one path or another, and their purpose only became evident as they approached maturity. But when they were wrapped in one another's arms, and Kat saw Iris’ deep green eyes looking into hers, she knew the truth of Iris's heart. Kat was very much in love.

              Kat was not free of the needs that Anna felt. Her body craved attention so much that she often felt weak and hungry for Iris's touch, as if she might starve without it. There were other couples on the farm, even another Heir. Some of the couples were like her and Iris while others were man and woman. But Kat simply didn't pay the others much attention. She had conversations and was polite with everyone, but her eyes were always searching for her lover to return. Her mind was seldom anywhere but on Iris. At times, Kat would walk down to the river. It was hard to shake off the solitude she had lived with for so many years. She would sit on the bank and watch the river flow by and wonder about Anna. Iris had come to her and told her that their spies had discovered that Anna had been married to a Guardian named Connor. The stranger from her dreams, no doubt. Kat wondered if she was as happy as she was. Something inside her still wondered, and she couldn't help but question, after all this, if she would ever see her friend again.

              “Oh, Little One!” Iris moaned as she gripped hands full of Kat's black hair and draped her legs over Kat's soft pale shoulder. Her firm breasts pushed her hard nipples up into the air with each ragged breath as Kat's tongue danced over Iris's delicate little nub. “Little One, you're the one who is supposed to be training. Remember?” Iris asked but without any sign of stopping the woman so attentively teasing her clit.

              “Mmm hmmm” Kat muttered from between the red head's parted thighs. Then she sank her lips around the swollen clit and sucked it into her mouth as her tongue thrashed wildly over it.

              “Oh God, Little One, yes!” Iris moaned out as her knees closed tightly around Kat's ears. Her feet locked behind Kat and pulled her against her aching lips as she twisted below the onslaught of Kat's hungry mouth. “Baby, Baby you need to stop and we should get back to work on your desires,” Iris was always focused on Kat's training and as a result Kat had already grown very skilled.

              “This is my desire, Iris,” Kat said as she drew her mouth from her lover’s body. “Your pleasure is what I desire most. It's what makes me burn,” Kat said as she slipped two fingers between the red heads lips and sank them into her slowly.

              “Oh, shit!” Iris gasped as she felt her tenderness spread open. “God, I love you Little One.” Her fingers tightened in Kat's dark hair and pulled hard.

              “I love you too, see?” Kat replied with her eyes sparkling as she sank her mouth back down around the flesh that stuck out between Iris's aching lips, and her fingers started to move quickly inside her.

              “Kat! Oh Kitty Baby, yes!” Iris called out as her hips started to buck up at her lover's attention. As Kat devoured her lover, she slipped her other hand down between her sensitive lips and started to rub her clit quickly. As the sweat began to roll down her body, her hips started to thrust at her own fingers just as Iris's sought them out. Her body danced with red flames as she rocked back and forth on her fingers and thrust herself between her lover's thighs. “Fuck, I need it, Little One. Make me cum, Baby,” Iris called out as she felt her body tighten around the fingers that were working their magic inside of her. Kat's body began to quiver at the sounds her precious wife was making. The need in her voice, the softness of her body underneath her, and the dance Kat's own fingers were doing between her legs was getting the best of her. “Fuck!” Iris screamed, suddenly. She jerked wildly and her legs tightened around Kat. She thrust her hips into Kat's mouth frantically. Her body started convulsing as she cried out repeatedly. Kat's own body, pushed over the edge by her lover’s reaction, started to shake and then shattered inside as she was torn apart by her own orgasm. But so devoted to Iris's pleasure, Kat continued to suck at her clit as their orgasms wracked them both.

              “Come here, you,” Iris said as she unwrapped her sore legs from around Kat's back. Kat, smiling and eager to comply, slipped up between Iris's legs and into her arms. The two kissed deeply and then sank into one another as they drifted off to sleep.

*****

              Anna woke up in her bed with Connor beside her. She watched him sleep as she wondered about what kind of man he really was. The path that brought her to his bed was a fast-paced and strange one. She started out viewing him with fear. The she came to lust for him in her dreams. When things really started to change on campus, she looked to him for safety and protection, her big strong dark hero. After she discovered she was his bride, she quickly became enamored with her romantic ideas of marriage, and being with her soul mate. But as time was passing, she wasn't sure at all who this man really was. He was, in fact, her husband, and more so than most people, she supposed he was her soul mate. They would have died if they had not been bound to one another. At times, those lines of thought excited Anna, and at others they comforted her apprehension. And yet still, at times like this, they just irritated her. The idea that at this age she was married, that her choices had been taken from her, even before now, before she was even born. It lacked the feeling of choice that they had made such a big deal of before she was wed. Did she really choose to surrender to this, or was there never a choice in the first place? Somehow she felt cornered at times, down in the dark halls of the Keep.

              The restlessness of her thoughts drew Anna from the bed. Connor was fast asleep and he had earned it, she thought. But she wanted to get out, even if just for a bit. She fumbled around in the low light until she found her clothes. Obviously, Beth had folded them and placed them on the night stand for her after she had been brought from the training room. She was often naked down here and had quickly grown used to just not worrying about it. Everyone had seen her body, seen her exposed, even during the throes of passion. The stone walls also seemed to make the perfect echo chamber. So even those who hadn't seen her, had certainly heard her. Anna often thought it should embarrass her but, in fact, it made her tingle inside, and she had come to accept that she enjoyed it.

              The only thing she didn't shed was the pendant. The silver necklace she had bought at Christmas for Kat. Since she found it dangling in the bushes by the drill field, the night she had lost her best friend, she had refused to take it off. Anna dressed silently and slipped out the doorway into the hall. She had figured out the basic layout of the Keep and knew how to make it to the main doorway that led up to the entrance at the back of the library. She just needed to get out, to see the stars, and not feel so confined for a bit.

              “I am sorry, ma'am,” the guard's deep voice rumbled out. “But I have very clear orders not allow an Heir out at night right now without protection.” The guard stood between Anna and the large wooden door to the outside world. She had argued for ten minutes already, and the large man had not budged. Anna was angry and frustrated, but obviously, she wasn't free to leave. For a moment, she thought she might be able to push past him if she used her power. But then, she thought, her self control was still not that great, and she would hate to hurt the man. So she turned back from the doorway feeling depressed and dejected.

              “Anna,” the small voice slipped out of the darkness as Anna wandered aimlessly down the corridor. “Anna, over here,” the whisper piped out again. Anna looked around in the darkness for Beth. The voice was easy to recognize, even at a whisper. She was, after all, the person Anna spent the most time talking with these days.  A long thin arm reached out of the shadow and grabbed Anna by the elbow pulling her behind a large stone column.

              “Damn it!” Anna whispered harshly. “You scared the hell out of me.” Anna and Beth stood just out of the light where anyone passing by would miss them if they weren't looking. “What are you sneaking around for?”

              “I saw you,” the mousy girl said as she seemed to be terribly nervous about being discovered. “I saw you trying to go out.”

              “I just need to get out of here a little bit,” Anna said. “I feel trapped down here, sometimes. I just want to take a walk, for God's sake.” Anna was already irritated, and the idea that her friend was now in on her unfair incarceration was just down-right annoying.

              “Anna, it's ok,” Beth said, her hand gently stroking down Anna's arm where she had grabbed at her. “I know a different way up. I mean, if you promise not to tell anyone I showed you.”

              “Oh Beth, I promise. I promise,” Anna said, suddenly feeling excited and more than a little sneaky. “I won't tell a soul. Show me!” The two girls carefully worked their way through the halls to a small door behind the kitchen.

              “This is how we bring in the groceries and supplies,” Beth said as she opened the door to expose a winding iron staircase. “It leads up to the wall around the garden, by the loading docks.”

              “Perfect,” Anna said. “Come on, let’s get out of here awhile.” Anna started for the stairs before she realized Beth wasn't following. “Hey, aren't you coming?”

              “I can't. I..,” The girl paused, looking down at her hands as she fidgeted with her apron. “I, uhm, I have kind of a date.”

              “Oh, hey now, a date. Do tell. Come on. You've been holding out on me,” Anna said playfully as she leaned against the stairs. “Who is it, Beth? Don't hide.”

              “Well, it's not really a date,” Beth said, blushing, as she avoided eye contact. “We are, you know, just gonna mess around some.”

              “Who?” Anna raised her voice in mock offense. “Tisk, tisk dirty girl,” she said as she shook her finger at Beth, who was already nearly melting into the floor from embarrassment.

              “Shhh! You are gonna get us both caught,” Beth demanded, in a seriously over-inflated whisper. “Jacob. It's Jacob, OK? Now get out of here, and don't get in trouble, or we are both screwed.”

              “Well, hopefully you will be by Jacob,” Anna said teasing as she moved to the first step. “Naughty, naughty. Isn't Jacob the guy your sister likes so much? Is that what you're up to?”

              “No!” Beth retorted. “Now get going, already, or we are going to get busted. And OK, maybe that's just a bonus, alright? Now go.” Anna giggled proudly that Beth was striking back a bit at her rude and snobby sister. She turned and scampered up the steps.