Reluctant Mates - 21 Paranormal Romance Stories (Werewolf, Vampire, Minotaur and Monster collection) (13 page)

Wrapping my arms around his thick neck, I held myself fast to Theros’s chest and felt his breathing, and the laughter rumbling inside him. His cock swelled, my cunt gripped, and I screamed my pleasure as he erupted inside me. Our breathing slowed, and sweat trickled between my breasts and then pooled between us.

“I promise,” he said. “I promise.”

THE END

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R
ough, hard hands closed first around her throat and slid down Adria’s body to her waist. She grimaced as fingertips bi deep into the flesh on her sides. She tried to roll away, first to the left and then the right, but there was no escape.

Get away, get away, just run.

She pushed against the hard, muscled chest of whatever it was that pinned her, but the man, or the creature, she wasn’t quite sure, was far too strong. A kick to the shin hurt her more than it did the monster that moved one of his huge, hands to her shoulder and the other around to the small of her back. Behind her, cold stone kissed her flesh and in her front, hot breath that came in snorts at once terrified and thrilled her. Adria’s whole body was warm, she realized, prickled from head to toe with goose bumps.

“What are you?” She whispered.

No answer. Another hot jet of air caressed her throat.

“What—”

“Si...lence,” the thing moaned. Its voice unearthly, like nothing she had ever heard. It rumbled deep and horrible off the walls, and made her belly vibrate with each syllable. She sucked in another breath of the curiously heavy air that seemed to hang thick through the whole place.

Only an outline of her captor was visible. She had dropped her torch when she first heard the scratching, clawing sounds from around a curve in the maze so all was dark. It lowered its mighty head and sniffed her bare belly, then her chest. Wetness curled around her breast and she realized that at some point, her nipples had grown into sensitive peaks.

Longer than a man’s fingers, what must, she realized, be the beast’s tongue, circled her stiff, pink nib and sent a shiver radiating through her. Adria gasped and kicked again, although far more meekly.

Terror flashed through her mind. She another thought to kick, to bite, and punch, and to try again for escape, but at the same time, the tongue curling around parts of her that had never felt a man’s touch, and the sensations it sent running down her back made her stop.

With her free arm, Adria reached out and touched the side of the creature’s elongated face. Coarse hair, like an animal’s, ran along what seemed to be a tapered snout. Near the end, a pointed tooth or some kind of tusk jutted up from the monster’s jaw.

Again, his tongue moved, down to her navel where he lingered for a moment, and then he gave her a gentle bite.

“What are you?” She repeated, running her hand along the top of his bestial head from side to side and felt, what she thought, were the beginning of horns, thicker around than her fingers could stretch. “And why do you touch me so? It’s indecent.”

Her insistence made the monster stop for a moment as he seemed to consider what she said.

He snorted.

“I am the princess of Laradale, and you will tell me who you are. I am simply...” her regal demands broke and were replaced with a breathy moan. “Ahhh... oh, my, what are you... that feels... No, you mustn’t!”

Adria felt her legs spread open and the creature wrenched her leggings, ripping them in the middle.

“No!” She cried, even as she wrapped her legs around the creature’s waist. That part of him, she thought, seemed man enough - thickly muscled and covered in hair, but the proper shape to be a human, at least.

“No, no! Please stop!” She pushed her hips down, eagerly grinding the thick, rounded tip between her legs, up and down the pink, slick entrance of her sex. The creature stopped and drew a breath.

For a half of a heartbeat, Adria relaxed, but then he shoved again, her folds opening around the man-like cock that sprung up between the beast’s legs. As his thickness pressed deeper, stretching her, and putting a deep, sweet ache where before, only her fingers ever went, she moaned out again. Her voice bounced off the walls, echoed through her mind.

The beast thrust upward, his hips pounding against hers with an obscene and delicious slapping sound. She was crushed between his body and the wall, and draped her arms around the monster’s powerful shoulders, clenching her ankles around his waist.

“Yes!” She screamed. “Yes! yes! yes! Harder! Har... Mmm... yessss...”

The tiny muscles in Adria’s cunt gripped the cock inside her and squeezed it, milking from the beast’s balls to his tip. She bucked her hips against him, and a moment later, as her moans turned to hungry grunts, the creature drove himself in all the way, stayed still for a moment, so deep she felt the lines of his cock at the back of her pussy. Adria screamed, and a snort of warm air caressed her throat.

She clutched him to her, gripping with all her might, and the beast roared, thrust again, and exploded inside her.

Her tension released all at once, in a hot gush of her own. Juice, his and hers, dripped down, along her walls, and down the shaft that stayed inside her. Stone-solid, and as thick as her entire fist, the monster was, she knew, not finished.

His hand closed again around her throat and her feet finally touched the floor. Then, with a quick motion, the monster flung her to the ground. Her knees hit first and she bounced.

“More, more, more!” She begged. “Please more!” She pushed her hips up into the air, inviting her terrible lover to take her again, from behind. As he did, he let out a roar so terrible, so bestial, that it shook her to the core, and then he shoved in until she felt two inhumanly large globes come to rest against her lips. Out, then in, out, and then in. She shrieked with each pump as his cock stretched her. Tiny fingers of pleasure radiated out from between her legs and up her belly to her nipples. His hand slid up her back, scratching all the way.

He grabbed her by the shoulder and shook.

***

A
dria’s eyes opened in the inky black. Cold – terrible, biting cold – caressed her naked body as the steward pulled the fur blanket back and helped her up. The young girl, only just past her twentieth name-day, stood and shivered. Under her feet, the stone floor chilled her toes, even as the cloth that Derik put around her shoulders warmed her arms and her puckered, unashamedly stiff nipples.

“Where are we going?” Adria asked, in an exhausted and confused voice. “Why have you woken me so late at night? Where’s my father?”

“Your father sent me to fetch you. I’m to take you to him. He said he’d explain.”

Adria rubbed her eyes and followed with plodding, shuffling footsteps that scraped against the smooth stone of the castle’s floor. Derik pushed open the heavy oaken chamber door and looked back and waited.

“May I dress, at least? It’s freezing. Middle of the winter and you want me to prance across a castle courtyard. Well? Can I? Or do I have to give all the soldiers an eyeful?”

Derik shook his head. “Princess,” he said, “there is no time, we have to hurry.”

But, Adria had already thrown open her dressing chest and began rooting through the huge chest.

“I’m putting on leggings, if nothing else. My father can just wait.” She grumbled. “Really, what does he think he’s doing? I’m not just someone to be ordered around. I’m his eldest daughter. He should show me a little more respect, you know?” She pulled on tight-fitting fur-lined trousers. Derik couldn’t help but notice the pink between her legs when she reclined on her bed to slide them on.

“He... ah...” he was interrupted by another sight – the bounce of Adria’s firm, round, young breasts – when she shimmied into a tunic.

“He what? Are you dumb as well as dim-witted?”

Derik frowned and smoothed out the sides of his cloth skullcap.

“Adria, you must calm down, child.”

“Oh I should, and why is that, Derik?” She pitched her voice up at the end of his name, just like she’d been doing to try and irritate him since she was six and first learned she could irritate adults to get what she wanted.

He wanted to keep her quiet so she wouldn’t wake half the castle with her bellyaching, but he also was under strict orders from her father to say nothing. “No matter how she may complain,” the King said, “say nothing. I know you, Derik, just don’t say anything.”

Derik stuck a finger under one of his ear flaps and scratched a whiskered cheek.

“I think you should just come with me. Time is-”

“Stop talking about time! You woke me up in the middle of the night, and you know how much I hate that, and now you’re telling me to hurry up and hurry here, hurry there. I’m the princess! You do what I say!” Adria grunted and pulled a heavy coat over her head, tying it so that the hood framed her face.

Even though she was completely covered by then, her body still bounced every time she cinched down another lace or buckled a belt.

“I apologize, young mistress,” Derik said, trying to calm the young mistress’s temper with platitudes. “It’s just that I don’t know, else I would tell you what he wants. And anyway, it isn’t the middle of the night. The ten o’clock bells rang not an hour ago. You’ve been abed since seven, princess.”

She huffed and smoothed her tunic down along her thighs. The garment’s neckline dipped low, and when the young princess bent to lace her boots, Derik noticed that she had foregone any underclothes. He scratched again at the whiskers under his wrinkled, red skullcap.

“Fine,” Adria said. “Let’s go.” Pushing past him, she swept out the door and into the passage beyond, stopping to look at herself in a mirror glass. She sucked her cheeks in and puckered her lips.

“It’s probably a suitor, isn’t it? Another man, no doubt far below me, who wants to come and marry me to improve his station. That’s it, isn’t it, Derik?” Adria turned and feigned a kiss to herself. “But then, for him to be worthy of me, he’d have to come from a far off kingdom. He’d have to be the first born son of a king, for I’m to inherit the greatest kingdom in the world. That’s what the oracle said when I was born.”

Derik nodded. “Yes, milady. Again, I’m afraid that I don’t know why his highness calls for you. I’m sure it is... something like that.” He shooed her further down the hall and out into howling night chill.

“Go, go, princess. Quickly now, quickly. We mustn’t keep his majesty waiting.” He kept a hand on Adria’s shoulder, making sure she didn’t stop again.

As they crossed the courtyard, Adria looked up and watched the moon for a moment. Bright, silver-grey and looming fat, it seemed to be nearer than she remembered. Derik prodded her with a finger between the shoulder blades. She huffed and kept walking, and the steward shot a glance at the terrible, low hanging omen.

“What’s the big hurry?” Adria demanded. “Why’s the Moon so big in the sky tonight? It certainly is beautiful, isn’t it? Aren’t big, fat moons like that supposed to herald romance?”

“Ah, yes, princess... something like that.” Derik pushed open the door to King Harrald’s chamber, ushered Adria through. A moment later, he stuck out his hand, and grabbing her collar, yanked her back.

“Derik! Stewards don’t tug on princesses! Explain yourself.”

“Keep quiet and listen, child.” His eyes darkened and he leaned close so only she could hear. “You will be safe. Whatever happens, however afraid you might be, know that I will keep you safe. And there will be others. Some even the least likely.”

She shook her head and opened her mouth to speak.

“Just remember what I said. Pretend I’m a crazy old man and go on with your happy act. Best to keep what I just said between us. Go.” He pushed her through the door.

The wind blew hard, kicking leaves inside the great hall and slamming shut the great oaken door with a loud thud.

***

“O
h, father! What is it, father? Kind Derik told me you had some news?” Adria spun around on a heel, and fluttered her eyelashes at the King. Derik’s words swam somewhere deep in the back of her mind, but she ignored them like she usually did whatever the old man said.

“I’m sorry, your highness. Adria had to... er... dress.”

King Harrald shifted on his throne and furrowed his heavy eyebrows. He gazed out at his daughter – at his beautiful, innocent, little girl – through sullen eyelids.

“It’s no matter,” he said. “Truth be told, I could wait to do this forever if possible. But...”

“Father, what is it? What sort of news do you have for me? Derik told me there was a handsome suitor that had come from a faraway kingdom. He didn’t lie, did he?”

“Is that what Derik said?” Harrald crooked his eyebrow and looked sideways at his steward.

“Sir, I-”

The king lifted his hand and the hall fell silent. Only the fire, crackling, broke the stillness.

“Adria, come.” He said, his voice booming off the stark stone walls. “Come here, child. Come and kneel in front of your father.”

She did, although she made sure to smooth out the rug before touching her knee down. “What is it, father?”

“You remember the oracle’s prophecy? That you’ll be carried off by a warrior from a great kingdom, the greatest in the world? And you’ll become his wife, and his queen. Do you remember this, child?”

Adria nodded. “Yes, I remember. Has he come? Has he? Derik didn’t say anything, I made that up.”

“I thought not.” The old King’s rosy cheeks drew into a smile for a moment and then his gaze became again harsh and serious. “But to answer you, yes. In a way.”

“Oh I knew it! I just knew it!” The princess rose and grabbed one of the two men of the King’s elite bodyguard standing sentinel. She kissed him on the cheek and tried to twirl him about, but the wooden man refused to move.

“Wait, did you say ‘in a way’? What does that mean?”

“Well,” said the king, “on the one hand, yes, a suitor has come.”

“Finally!” Adria cried.

“Yes, well, a suitor has come, but you forget the second part of the prophecy. Or possibly you never knew it. Derik, would you mind?”

“Of course, your majesty.” Derik rooted about in the numerous pockets lining the inside of the brown robe he wore. Finally, he fished a small scroll from the interior cuff of his left sleeve. He read: