Kidnapped and Claimed(2)

To my dismay, they didn’t.

“Stay still, she-elf,” the warrior who claimed my clit told me. His pleasure was interrupted. He secured my hips in place, ignoring my plea. His mouth then latched again on my aching bud, suckling and toying, unwilling to let go.

“What do you want with me?” I asked with mounting exasperation. I was willing. I wanted it too. Wasn’t that what they wanted?

“We’re marking what’s rightfully ours,” the warrior behind me answered. He was grazing his teeth on my earlobe, nibbling my ear. His hot breath caressed my fevered skin, delivering another electric tremor throughout my body. I almost shivered convulsively from it.

“I did not know I had strayed to Emagari, sire . . .”

This time, both of them laughed. “Do you know who we are, sweet thing?” the warrior behind me asked. His free hand was no longer stroking my skin, instead, he pinched my taut nipple. Hard. The pain burst into flames of pleasure. It was addicting, and it made me want more.

“My lords are Khimeri.”

“Do you know what happens to people that intrude on our territory?”

“People said you always spare women…”

“That’s because we took them as our wives; others we would kill.”

I swallowed hard. Although my mind already drifted back into the haze of ecstasy, I slowly realized my fate. It became clear now that I had no choice.

I had been on the run from the Jakael hunters for two weeks. My half-brother Erodan had ordered my capture. I was forced by my family to marry the Grand Duke Gavin of Thiebes. Our wedding wasn’t yet consummated when they found the duke was dead. And according to our customs, the wife would follow her husband in the burning pyre to accompany him to Paradise.

I hadn’t loved Duke Gavin. I didn’t want to die with him. So I ran.

“Will you treat me well, sires?” I asked the warriors.

“I do not know, little one, will you be good to us?”

“Harboring me is bad luck, sires . . .”

“I see.” The warrior behind me was making another amused sound. Slowly, he pulled his finger from the depth of my cunt while his friend trailed kisses to my inner thigh. I squirmed again, this time I was confused. Were they changing their minds?

“It is not us who make that decision, she-elf. It will be the will of our lord.” The warrior before me slowly stood up. He enclosed me. His warmth seared my skin as he pressed his body against me. His hand reached my face, and moments later, his mouth claimed mine. His tongue speared against mine. His kiss was passionate. I could smell my own scent on him, tasting my own elixir from his tongue. And what I sampled made me more intoxicated with lust.

“She-elf is eager,” the warrior behind me said.

“She’s a rare beauty.”

I gasped again when the warrior who kissed me rubbed his hard erection against my sex. The warrior behind me embraced me and licked the corner of my mouth. Both his hands were kneading my breasts, fingers plucking my erect nipples. He was also rubbing his hard shaft against my bare behind.

“What will I become, sire?” My voice was hoarse.

“What do you desire, sweet thing?”

“Please let me go.”

“I reckon you want to be fucked?”

“Please…”

Both of them laughed again.

“She-elf knows to jest.”

“Indeed.”

“Make her come, then we shall bring our little captive to Aesterneum.”

I was about to protest his decision, but the warrior before me was frenzied, rubbing the tip of his cock against my cunt. I could feel his cockhead teasing my needy ache, brushing from my slicked folds to my entrance. The heat of his virile flesh felt like hot coal, burning my sensitive sex into maddening pleasure. I begged him not to tease me anymore. He didn’t pay heed to my pleas. Instead, he kept torturing me until I was ambushed by a sudden climax. I was panting, reeling, trying to recollect myself whole. Both warriors praised me again, showering me with feather-light kisses as a reward.

“Why do you not take me?”

“You are not our woman… yet.”

“There will be plenty of joining once you are lawfully ours, little one,” said the warrior behind me. He then kissed me again on the cheek, undid the magical binding on my wrists and ankles, and slowly lowered me onto the ground.

Ours?

I remembered the rumors that said the Khimerian shared their woman. All of a sudden dread filled me. Who else was going to share me? Only the two of them? What if there were more? I always wanted to know how it felt to sample nirvana, but the idea of being shared, being ravished by many men continuously was starting to scare me. The practice was uncommon in the land I came from. It was forbidden. Could I refuse them? Did I have any choice?