The Solitary Arrow Ch. 08
She started to step down into the water and beckoned to him. He followed and she swam back from him as she reached the depth of it. It came only to his lower chest, but he swam after her, and they met under the waterfall. They stood, the water pouring over them. She kissed him again, and giggled when he nuzzled her neck and kissed it. "Now, you're starting to play your part, my lover." She said. His breathing was faster now, and somewhat labored. She gasped as he lifted her in the water, and pinned her to the wall of the pool. "Already another time?" She asked, mock dismay in her eyes. "If you insist."
Harlen lifted his mouth from her neck. "I do." He said, and pushed into her. The water had pulled away much of her lubrication, but he forced it into her, and she gasped as it spread her open.
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The elf, dangling from chains, not far away, cried openly and harshly, her face twisted in hate for the creature seducing her man, taking his seed, and stealing his kisses.
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"Playing rough this time, are we?" She said, and drug her sharp fingernails through his scalp. He gasped and pulled his head back, exposing his neck to her. She dove in with her teeth and bit his throat, gently dragging her teeth along it. His groan this time was deeper, and more real. She exhaled a little with each thrust of his thick cock, and folded her legs around his waist. She was now moaning gently with each push into her, and she had forgotten his neck, instead simply holding him with her hands on his head and shoulder, and her feet pressed into his back, pulling him into her more forcefully.
He started grunting with each thrust and she knew he was about to have another climax. "Give me your come again." She said. "I will never tire of receiving it to me." She clamped down with the muscles of her vagina, and he came almost instantly after that, yelling into the air, and forcing himself deep into her with his last few thrusts, eliciting loud moans and yelps from her. She felt his organ twitching inside her again, and felt his seed spilling into her warmth. "So much." She said. Usually a man is fully spent after two times, and just comes dryly after." She smiled sweetly to him. "Your need must have been great, indeed." She kissed him, gently and lovingly, and he returned it. "Fear not, I will ensure to leave you drained enough you will be able to wait a very long time." Her muscles flexed and twitched around his still embedded cock, and pulled on it, and massaged it back to life, it came up again, much to Harlen's surprise.
She sighed as his manhood slowly refilled her. "You are a stallion!" She said excitedly. "And after three times already?" Her body writhed against him and she moaned as his organ regained full proportions. "You may dislike me, my lover, but your body seems to differ in opinion."
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Hyandai's rage made her shake, and her sadness made her weak. She felt the blood on her legs drying and the small pieces of meat falling out of her with sickening slowness as her shameful position held her open to the yawning pit. She wished she could slip these shackles and fall into it with the unholy spawn that fell from her. She looked down as pieces of herself and her child fell down the hole, imagining distant wet noises of it hitting, and maybe of tiny twitching of little muscles trying to find security again.
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She was really quite sensual, Harlen admitted to himself, and damn talented in some areas. He was enjoying it, and he hated that. Those muscles inside her and the coy cinnamon scent was driving him upward, and he was again ready to ride her again. "Not in the water this time." He said, and pulled her off his upright pole. He carried her to the bed and laid her upon it. She slid back and laid down. He crawled up onto her, and between her bent knees.
"So much energy, Harlen, you will surely make your woman happy." She said, putting her arms around his waist. He aimed himself into her, and pushed in with one smooth stroke. Her wetness was amazing, and her muscles immediately began kneading him again.
He began to lay into her, and pounding in and pulling out fast. She moaned as he picked up tempo, and began to give her hard fast strokes. She arched up to him and put her long, perfect legs around him. "Ride me, mina'mael, and bring me to that high place." She said. He redoubled his efforts, slamming his pelvis into hers with enough force to make a loud slapping sound and move her up the bed an inch or two. After a minute of this she felt her own orgasm taking her, and filling her. She tensed her back, and gripped him hard with arms and legs. When she came, it was like a white fire burning through her, and she yelled with a passion, and released rage, and vented hatred. She groaned after, but kept her arms and legs around him, then started helping him again. "My lover." She said, lifting herself to kiss him as the thrust into her and she bounced up with each impact of his pelvis and piercing with his cock. "Your seed is mine again, I feel it coming to me." She said as his orgasm approached. "I happily greet it and I welcome it to my body. Give me what you have brought."
He yelled when he came this time, too, losing his control and yelling "Sorcha!" As he exploded into her. His toes dug at the blankets, trying to gain purchase to push himself deeper into her, and his hands clamped onto her shoulders and forced her down onto him. He slowed after he spent into her a third time, and a fourth if you count the quick first time into her waiting mouth. So muscular and controlled was her entrance, that when he pulled forth, not a single drop of his seed came out, despite him having fed it three times to her.
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"Damn you, you bitch!" Screamed Hyandai at the blank walls, hearing her ugly voice bounce back at her made her flinch. She screamed incoherently, then yelled. "Get your talons off my man!" The man in the leather harness twitched a bit at that, and turned his head toward her. He tilted it slightly.
"You can hear me?" Hyandai yelled loudly.
He slowly nodded, as if trying to remember the motion after long neglect.
"That bitch is bedding my man." She yelled. She did not expect the doomed man before her to really care, but it was telling someone, and that felt a bit good. The man felt about himself and found the table. He felt the top of it and then found a somewhat clean spot on it with his fingers. He pulled the sharp narrow knife from his arm and dropped it on the floor. Blood dripped from the wound, and he dipped his finger in it. His hand found the spot again and he began to write, clumsily, and very poorly, but he was writing. She looked hard at the letters he spelled out. It said "OLD CRONE."
He waited a moment, then smeared his hand into the blood on his arm and blotted out the writing. He then knelt and felt around to find the knife, and with infinate patience slipped it back into the hole she had made in stabbing him with it.
Hyandai cried at the amazing will it must have taken to defy the Sorceress like he just had. She yelled. "Thank you." To him. He nodded. Then he held up one hand in the air, fingers upward and the other hand back and finger down, his mouth open as if singing. She saw his tongue was missing, to the root. A sound like someone being strangled emerged from him, with nothing to modulate it.
She looked at him a moment, then asked. "You want me to sing?" in a loud voice.
He nodded enthusiastically, and sounds came from his throat that sounded happy, somehow.
She smiled in pity for the wretch, and cried, too. "I will do so." She yelled.
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Sorcha rubbed her swollen and tender labia with one hand while she closed her legs. She rolled to the side and said. "Lie by me a moment, and rest, my prize stallion." She said. He laid down, but found he was not tired. "You are a masterful lover, Harlen." She said, cooing over him, and smiling wide. Her hand ran down his chest and belly and fondled his, for the moment, flaccid manhood. "I've never been taken that many times in a row by one man." She said, her eyes far away. "Either you really, really needed that, or you find me more desirable than your mouth will admit." She said, teasing him. "Which is it?"
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