“If only they weren’t so frail…” Fenrick says morosely.
Eddard, who’d remained silent throughout our talks, finally speaks up. “Helping these beings would not upset the balance, as they are just women and have no chance of producing children on their own. By merely giving them help, we are elongating their lives, but not boosting a weak species.”
Fenrick nods, as though happy to have a reason to keep them around. I suspect he is interested in having his cock sucked, which is something only done in my culture to men that have successfully mated and possibly produced children.
“Could they be the answer we’ve been looking for?” Ulof says in disbelief. “Think of the advantage our people would have if our numbers swelled.”
“No,” I say harshly. “Speak not of answers,” I say sternly. “We’ll take this slowly and we’ll make these decisions together.”
Eddard nods. “Time will reveal all.”
I breathe out a sigh of relief, though I know that if all does not work out as I hope, not only will these women and the beautiful Elena succumb to the harshness of Melgrim, but I will lose the respect of my men.
11
GRIXIS
I allow Elena to sleep until daybreak, though I’d badly wanted to wake her. She twisted and turned throughout the night, moving like water.
My people are sound and sturdy, not prone to such exaggerated movements, unless in battle. Her jerks when I ate her cunt were also unexpected, and I suspect that her people are far more sensitive than the women of Tempest.
I can hardly imagine what it would be like to sleep next to such a fitful sleeper, though I’m eager to find out. In Tempest, it’s unheard of for men and women to sleep together, though Elena had made a comment that the peasants often share beds.
The thought of Elena curled next to me makes my blood boil. I long to feel her delicate, soft curves against my flesh, and perhaps with me by her side, her nights won’t be so turbulent.
A small moan escapes her throat, quickening my heart.
My Elena. That’s what I think of her as, for the thought of anyone else claiming her sickens me. The thought of being claimed by one, giving all to one, seemed strange and nonsensical just yesterday, but now I cannot imagine another’s hand on this small woman.
Though slight, her spirit is grand, and despite her size, she’s easily as brave as the women of Tempest.
My cock throbs in my undercloth, wanting so badly to claim her, not caring that she is weak. It’s a traitor to my people if I’m to believe Ramsey. Perhaps having those soft pink lips wrapped around it will better tame it.
I wake her by gently spreading her legs, lifting her dress, and removing her undercloth. The perfume of her sex makes my mouth water. It lingers everywhere. When she’s exposed, it’s maddening, making me feel as I once had when I ran into battle.
She blinks her unnaturally large eyes at me, contorting her small body in alarm. Then, she looks around and seems to remember where she is.
When her gaze falls to me between her legs, her tense muscles relax, inviting me to partake in her sweet nectar.
My Elena tastes sweeter than the women of Tempest. A light flavor I can’t seem to get enough of.
She groans when my tongue connects with her sex and enlivens more as I plant solid strokes from her hole all the way up to the tiny nub that ignites her passion.
It’s smaller than that of Tempest women, though seemingly more sensitive. She can hardly tolerate the sensations, despite wanting more.
Her hands run through my hair, pulling me to her body as though she’s scared I’ll pull away. Where I’m from, women have no such fear as the men of my tribe would never leave a woman unsatisfied.
“Grixxxxx,”she purrs. My name on her lips is music to my ears.
Her heart is thudding loudly in her chest, like an addictive little drum beat. I double my efforts, gliding my tongue along the moist folds of her delicate flesh, savoring her flavor as my cock strains against its confines. I’d be naked, except that I don’t know if I trust myself with her, and while I’d love to have her pleasure me with that sweet mouth of hers, I’ve decided to ‘court’ Elena, as she called it. Perhaps after we’ve rescued the other women, I’ll show her how to properly please me.
A ‘union’ between her culture and mine.
“Oh, Gods—it feels so big!”she gasps, which I find odd considering she hasn’t felt my cock inside her yet.
“So…huge…”
Her hips buck, coating my chin with her feminine fluids, demanding I release her to ecstasy.