Training the Warrior (21 page)

No distractions. A young warrior’s life is
at stake,
Lydia lectured herself, trying to regain her composure. She hurried to Attor’s
side and kneeled near his hips, making sure she kept her back to the other warrior.
She didn’t want him to have a clear view.
Ignore him.
She couldn’t
afford any distractions.
The chains better hold.

Attor glared up at her. His eyes reminded
her of Kern’s, but there was no tenderness or love shining in them. There was
only rage. Lydia raked her gaze down his body, stopping at his engorged
erection. He was in extreme need. She fished a small bottle of oil from her
robe pocket and poured out a generous amount onto her palm. After warming the
oil by briskly rubbing her hands together, she laid one hand on his stiff cock
and closed her fingers to grip him gently.
He
jerked, pulling against
the chains. No longer watching her, he roared louder as he thrashed about. She
prayed what she attempted would work.

Once Attor stopped roaring to draw in
another mighty breath, Lydia raised her free hand and brought it down on his
chest, hitting him as hard as she could, palm open. The loud sound of the slap
startled her. His reaction was more interesting. His roar broke off, stuck in
his throat. She took the opportunity to stroke his cock as many times as she
could until he finally found his voice once more. She stopped pumping. His roar
was as raging as ever, but before it issued from his throat, she noticed he’d
looked at her for a brief second. Just a little murderous glare, but it gave
her hope.
Get his attention
, she said to herself over and over.

When he stopped for another breath, Lydia
repeated her actions, getting the same result. His roar was defiant and wild.
He paused again to draw in another breath of air. She smacked her hand down
flat on his very hard, muscular chest, using all her strength. At the same
time, she worked her other hand up and down his straining erection, stroking as
fast as she could. Her efforts were rewarded. Before Attor could roar in rage,
he climaxed hard, jetting streams of cum up to his chest. His next roar was slightly
different in tone, though still enraged.

Lydia swore she heard a tiny bit of
pleasure. Faint, but it was there. His cock was still hard, ready for more
training. She steeled herself for one more round like the one she’d just
fought. Her palm stung. After she brought him to climax once more, she prayed
Attor would find some pleasure in what she planned next.

*

Taelor yearned to roar along with his
nephew. Earlier, he was prepared to end the young warrior’s suffering. A sword
or dagger strike deep in the heart was the honorable method for a fallen warrior
to die. Usually, a warrior would impale himself on his own sword whenever
possible while his partner braced it on the ground, but Attor was incapable of
performing the task. And now the little teacher had prolonged his and Attor’s
suffering. The little female was out of her mind if she thought she could
singlehandedly ease Attor’s rage.

He cursed his sister along with the green-eyed
female who tended to Attor. Her eyes were pretty. Taelor caught his breath for
the length of time it took for him to realize where he’d seen them before. Yes,
she was the little teacher who’d bolted out a side door to land at his feet a
few years ago. At the moment, she faced away from him. Instinctively, he
inhaled, trying to catch her scent. Impossible from his location, hers mingled
with the others who’d been in the room. And Attor’s smell overpowered them all.
He watched her closely, convincing himself that he was simply performing his
duty by making sure she was no threat.

Moments before, her request for him to
remove Attor’s bands had shocked him. Was she as brave as she seemed? After he’d
freed the young warrior’s blades, he quickly stalked back to the wall to watch
her.

After she drew back her hood and removed
her mask, he’d choked back a disapproving growl. Teachers didn’t remove their
masks, The female exposed herself…and she was beautiful with long, black hair
and creamy white skin. He tried once again to scent her. She’d paused for a
split second. She’d noticed his actions. Her lips were full and appeared so
soft. Taelor wondered if they would taste as good as he imagined. He wished she’d
look at him instead of Attor.

What was he thinking? No matter how addled
or misguided, the little female was a teacher. She was trying to save a young warrior,
his sister’s son, his nephew.
Focus.

Taelor bowed his head, fixing his gaze on
the floor. He was determined to ignore her until the deadline. A loud slap
startled him.

She’d struck Attor. With her hand.
Not
allowed.
It was an insult no warrior would ever endure. Taelor gaped in
amazement as she struck the young warrior’s chest again. Attor’s climax halted
any protest Taelor had been trying to form into words. He remembered the head mistress’
final words to him.
No matter what happens, don’t interfere.

Taelor swallowed back bile. What she was
doing to Attor was outrageous. Every instinct told him to rip the female away
from the warrior to stop her from insulting the helpless male. He yearned to
put his hands on her, pull her away from Attor, pin her to the wall and… Taelor
breathed heavy. What was he thinking? He wasn’t thinking. And that was the
problem. His cock thought for him at that moment. The idea of having the
beautiful female pressed against the wall was too exciting. Attor’s howl
dampened his arousal. The warrior was still gripped by rage, but his climactic
roar had a slightly different pitch. Curiosity drew Taelor’s attention back to
the couple.

*

Attor panted every breath he took, his
mighty chest heaving to suck in air. Lydia jumped to her feet and straddled his
hips, standing above the young warrior. She had to act fast before he roared
again. His last climax had eased his need. His cock was still hard but not
swollen to the point of pain.

“Attor,” Lydia cooed, making sure her voice
came out low and sultry.

He glared back at her with murderous fury.
Determined to keep his attention, Lydia parted her lips seductively and ripped
off her robe, revealing her naked body. She held her breath as she waited for
his reaction. Attor’s tan eyes widened and then he blinked. She would have been
ecstatic if she hadn’t also heard a deep masculine growl coming from the other warrior.
Ignore him
. She had Attor’s attention for a few seconds at best.

Before Attor could gather enough air for
another roar, Lydia sank on him, impaling herself on his shaft. His long, thick
cock stretched her sheath, filling her. Since she wasn’t aroused, the
penetration was painful.

The young warrior grunted, stunned by her
action. A second later, he bucked wildly beneath her, pulling hard against the
chains. He threw back his head, roaring in rage and defiance. Lydia tightened
her thighs around his hips, refusing to be dislodged. At the same time, she
drew her arm back and swung her hand down with all her might, slapping Attor’s
face as hard as she could. He was stunned. His movements and roaring stopped
instantly. Instead, he focused on her completely, murderous fury etched across
his face.

Success.
She had his full attention now.

Lydia rocked her hips, slowly moving up and
down on Attor’s hard shaft. For a split second, she wished a different warrior
was beneath her instead of him. The mere thought of her dream male was enough
to bathe her channel with moisture, easing her discomfort.

Still visibly enraged, Attor growled
threateningly. She repeated the motion. He growled louder. Ignoring his
increasing fury, she moved on him faster, trying to distract him. His rumbling
growl turned into a full-throated roar of rage. Lydia stopped fucking him and
hauled back again, smacking her palm against his cheek, once then twice for
good measure, silencing him. Her hand ached. If he kept raging for much longer
there was a good chance she’d end up breaking her hand on his jaw.

Attor stared up at her. His murderous
expression had softened to pure outrage. He was angry at her, not the entire
world. He was furious with just her alone. He was focused. It was progress.

Lydia rolled her hips while she slid her
hands up and down her body, caressing her breasts and tugging on her nipples,
hoping to keep him distracted. She kept her attention locked on Attor, not allowing
any fantasies to enter her mind. She had to stay focused on the young warrior.

Her movements occupied Attor for a few
seconds. He blinked again before his eyes narrowed and he snarled. Lydia
recognized the sound—anger. She stopped moving, curious to see his reaction. He
blinked twice, a sure indication he was confused, even in his raging state.

Unfortunately, his confusion led to further
anger. He roared louder than before. Lydia couldn’t decide if he complained
about her withholding pleasure or if he fell back into a pure rage state. She
drew her hand back again, preparing to strike. Attor’s attention snapped away
from her and locked on her raised palm. His roar diminished to a spine-chilling
snarl of warning. He most definitely didn’t want her to hit him again.

Lydia rolled her wrist, twirling her hand
in the air. Attor tracked the movement. She drew her arm down, moving it like a
cobra as she snaked her palm back to one of her breasts. He watched every
movement of the journey while growly menacingly.

She crooned his name again as she moved on
him. His growl lost some of its ferocity. Lydia stared into his eyes, searching
for any sign that might indicate he was feeling pleasure. He glared back at her,
but his growl reduced in volume, gradually turning into a low snarl as she
increased her speed. His cock swelled as she rammed up and down. He jerked,
closed his eyes and let out a shattering roar as he came. The hot bursts of
Attor’s cum filled her, helping lubricate her vaginal walls. She’d been so
preoccupied with the young warrior’s condition she’d felt no pleasure in the
coupling. Just as well, she thought. Her own orgasm would distract her from her
mission. Besides, her pleasure wouldn’t influence Attor in any way at the
moment.

Attor’s climactic roar dropped to a deep
growl. He yanked on the chains, straining against them. His eyes were partially
closed, watching her. She sensed he waited for her to do something. Lydia
shifted her hips, making sure his cock was still buried deep inside her.
Watching for his next reaction, she slowly fucked him. Although he continued to
growl, his hips lifted a fraction to meet her down thrusts. Her hopes soared.
He sought pleasure. It was an encouraging development.

When Attor’s growl escalated to a low roar,
Lydia would raise her hand as if she were about to strike him. The warrior
would immediately lock his gaze on her palm and would quiet to a vicious snarl.
Cause and effect, she realized. She was able to keep his attention and soothe
him at the same time. His next orgasm was still far from normal, but his howl
was now a combination of rage and pleasure. He remained alert afterward,
staring at her suspiciously while he snarled.

Lydia took a chance and rose to her knees
astride him, releasing his cock. He blinked several times as the cool air hit
his erection. His mouth gaped open. Attor’s expression was a mixture of panic
and fury.

“Attor, calm,” she whispered as she slid
back down over him, taking his long, still very hard length deep inside her
warmth once more, praying desperately he’d make the mental connection.

His answering groan sounded more relieved
than angry. Lydia writhed sinuously while stoking her breasts to keep him
distracted as she slid up and down on his cock. Attor divided his attention
between her hands, face and body. He growled between harsh, ragged breaths. She
continued to move slowly, purposefully, on top him, forcing him to experience
the rising pleasure for as long as she could. By the time he was on the brink, he
was howling. No longer roaring in rage, he came hard, practically exploding
beneath her.

Spent, he panted afterward, eyes half
closed. His cock grew softer. Deciding not to dismount too soon, she slid her hands
up his ripped abs all the way to his wide chest, massaging the tense muscles.
She was thrilled when her efforts worked. Everywhere her palms smoothed over
his skin, the muscles beneath relaxed. His breathing evened out, and the growl
she’d grown so accustomed to hearing dropped to a low, deep rumble of
satisfaction. She recognized the sound of calmness. His body relaxed. Lydia
lifted her gaze to search Attor’s face. He was asleep. She’d succeeded. Rage
couldn’t sleep—ever. The teachers could help him now. Attor would live.

*

As the female threw aside her robe, Taelor
almost choked. His nostrils flared, instinctively searching for her scent. He
latched on to a faint smell, feminine and thoroughly intoxicating. His own
answering growl startled him. It was incredible, almost overpowering. He couldn’t
turn away when she sank on top the male.
No.
Outrage swelled inside him.
Another male took pleasure from a female he wanted to…

Taelor slammed back into the wall,
plastering his body to the cold stone, and forced his head to turn away. He
snapped his eyes shut. One of his hands grasped for the doorway. He held on to
the metal frame while his other searched along the wall for a secure hold. Not
finding one, he dug his fingers into the seam between two large stones and held
on tight. Every instinct he had screamed at him, urging him to take the female
and kill the male. He needed to leave the room. His feet wouldn’t obey his
order to move. He was trapped.