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William threw his head back and the roar splintered the glass in the room. Sorscha felt his muscles start to snap and pull. Pressing a hand to his chest, she looked up at him, pleading with her eyes. It was too late; William grabbed the talkative brother by his long, golden hair and yanked so hard he sent him sprawling across the icy floor into the wall.

“Touch her again and I’ll flay your skin from you and wear it around my cock with pride.”

“No, stop, please. Just take me out of here. You don’t need to go grizzly,” she begged.

His hard gaze softened as he looked down at her. The room went silent as everyone seemed to hold their breath.

“So is that a no on the claiming the earth goddess?” one of the elves cheeked.

William turned on him in a snarl, one arm tightened around her and she sucked in a breath.

“Will, I can’t. Too tight.” She pleaded.

He didn’t answer, just slipped his arm lower, under her ass, and tossed her over his shoulder.

“No, fuck, damn it, William. Do you always have to do it this way?” she yelled.

“Maybe if we play dead he will leave,” one elf joked.

“ENOUGH!” Eridus boomed.

With that, William gave the room a parting growl and fled, with Sorscha bouncing along his shoulder.

“This hurts!”

“Enough from you! You want to be claimed! I’ll claim you!” he promised and her pussy creamed heavily as his deep rumble.

“Damn, woman. Keep it up and I’ll pin you to the wall where everyone can see.”

Sorscha lifted her head and locked eyes with the elf woman. The elf female wiggled her fingers at Sorscha in a mock goodbye. Sorscha threw up her middle finger at the woman. A musical laughter slipped from the seam of the elf’s lips and she slid into the dining hall.

William made it to her room quickly. She didn’t tell him that, she didn’t want to be around any of them at the moment. It felt like everyone in that room was trying to push them to this.

Were they?

“Which one is your room?”

She crossed her arms over her chest. It wasn’t easy keeping her torso held up, but she had a point to prove with this barbarian act under her.

“I’m not telling.”

A sharp burning pain flashed through her ass and started to settle between her legs. She squirmed and cried out.

The bastard just spanked me!

“Tell me, little rabbit. Or I will make good on that promise to claim you in front of them. You want to play, I can play how I really want to,” he roared.

Defeated, she slumped, her palms resting on the hard planes of his upper back.

“You’re in front of it,” she mumbled.

William kicked the door open and quickly ate up the space to the bed. He tossed her down. She sprawled out, her thighs spread for a moment. The chilled air kissed her exposed cunt and she hissed. Sorscha looked up at William, and his gaze was locked between her legs. She snapped them shut on a squeal. His finger pointed towards her.

“Stay!”

He stormed back to the large double doors. Slamming them shut, she heard the click. Swallowing past the newly-formed desert in her mouth, she realized something.

I’m alone in a room in a magical Lord of the Rings realm with a really hot, horny bear, who claims I’m his. This could either go horrible wrong, or so brilliantly right.

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T
ethur took a deep breath and then stormed back to the bed, walking with purpose. Sorscha lay there, still in the position he had thrown her in. God, she was a glorious sight. His chest labored as he tried desperately to gain control and catch his breath. It had been a long time since he had felt this way, arousal setting his body on fire.

Sorscha’s breath came in hard gasps as he looked down at her. He growled, his chest rising high and back again. Spikes of warmth ran through his body as her eyes opened wide. What did she want? More to the point, what did he want?

Tiny pin pricks grew into spikes as he watched her nipples grind against her dress and stiffen. His lips grew dry.

Between his large thighs, an equally large erection made itself known. It burned and ached in the restraint of his pants.

Sorscha must have sensed it. She scooted back on the bed, her feet scuttling in the sheets. He watched, intrigued, as she seemed to catch in the cloth, making no progress up the huge bed.

Instinctively and without thought he grabbed her right ankle. For such a sweet woman, her strength surprised him, so he tugged harder. Arousal grew in him from the touch of her skin against his; it was all too much. As he pulled her closer her dress rode up her thighs, sliding up to her hips, exposing her silky skin. She tried to move away, but he just pulled her more. Her sweet cunt teased him, her legs opening and closing. The sight of her pretty trimmed minge produced a roar from deep in his belly, and the sound made the room quake.

Tethur pulled her off the bed. Grabbing her tightly, he twisted her so that her back was against his broad, stout chest.

“You are mine, Sorscha. Don’t fight it. You want it, you want me,” he whispered in her soft earlobe. He was rough with her, not hurting her but using enough force to let her know she wasn’t escaping. Stepping up on the bed he crawled to the large ornate headboard with its carved scene of a huge bear hunting elk. Turning, he sat and held her in his lap. She squirmed in his grip. Tethur just held her, sniffing her hair, taking in her scent. Her kicks at his thighs made no difference to him, like pin pricks.

Holding her with one hand, he used his free hand to grip her hair, pulling her head back to his lips.

“You belong to me now, little one. I own your body. It is mine to do with as I please. Your sweet, wet cunt-and yes, it is wet, ‘cause I can smell it weeping at the thought of me touching you─is mine. I will lick it, taste it, finger it and fuck it. You will coat my fingers with your slick, tasty juices. I will lap it up like a refreshing drink and then slide my big fat dick inside it and fuck you hard until you are sore. I can taste it from here, Sorscha. When I say cunt, it seeps at the sound of my voice speaking that harsh, dirty word. You want me. You’ve always wanted me.”

At that, those naughty words in her ear, the squirming stopped. He could smell her. The taste, the scent lingered in the air, overpowering the scent of pure innocence. Her heart beat faster, the pounding hard against his chest. Each beat echoed through every muscle he had and his blood pumped faster, finding its way straight to his cock. It hardened and pressed into her buttocks.

The big right hand of the bear slipped to her belly, tugging the hem up her waist. Using his legs, he spread her calves wide, tucking his feet so she couldn’t move. Her warm soft belly made him tremble as his calloused fingers pressed into her flesh.

Sorscha moved, trying hard to close her legs, but to no avail. Tethur nibbled her ear, whispering again.

“Stop squirming. I’m going to make you so fucking wet you’ll scream for me to make it shiny and slick so I can put my hard dick in you. Don’t fight it. Take it, enjoy it. My body was made to please you and yours for me.”

He cupped her between the legs. She whimpered at the suddenness of it, squirming not to escape but to press closer.

“Mine!”

Tethur massaged her cunt with his fingers, teasing her labia, parting them, sliding up the slick pink slit. Her head shoved back into his shoulder.

“Good girl. Take my fingers inside, cherish them in your sopping quim.” Tethur slipped a single finger inside her slit, pushing it deep slowly and deliberately, to savor the feel of her. She was so damn tight; her muscles gripped him as he slid deeper, and then back, easing her open. “You smell like honey coated in sex.” He growled against her neck as his finger slipped out and two fingertips rubbed at her swollen clit. With slow, circular movements he caressed her horny nub. Whimpers turned to loud moans, squirming became determined grinds as he took control of her body, now his. Tethur dipped his fingers once more, sliding them deep, penetrating her cunt with such intimacy. Harder and faster they went, her moans getting louder, her body writhing in his lap.

“Please....”

Tethur grinned. His hand holding her moved to her neckline. He gripped the dress and pulled, ripping it down, her left breast exposed. Cupping it, he squeezed hard, pressing his hot palm against the pebble-like nipple.

“Oh, God. Please, Tethur.”

“Oh. So William has gone, little one. Tell me what you want. Beg for it.”

“Please, Tethur, I want you, I want it.”

“Want what? Tell me.” Her nipple found its way between his fingers and he irritated it to the point where she screamed. It rose to a peak, hard and rubbery. “Tell me!”

“I want you to fuck me. Put your fingers in me. Please, Tethur, make me come, fuck me with your big fingers.”

Sorscha arched back, her legs widening for him. His fingers pressed against her puffy walls, the grip intense as he fucked her as her lover and her true man.

“Please fuck me faster. I need you...”

Stretching her, his fingers fucked her, and her whole body rode them. Her voice echoed in the room and out through the open window. She screamed, sweat dripping from her skin onto his arms and legs. Cold shivers quaked along hot nerves. Skin rose with goose bumps as her muscles tensed and she came hard. His eager fingers slid in her like butter. Slowly he pulled them out. Raising them to his lips, he tasted her.

A loud growl rumbled from his lips.

Tethur slowly relaxed his grip and she curled up beside him. He turned and stretched, lying by her.

“Now sweet one, sweet Sorscha, what do you need to know?” He could see she was tired. The whole last day or two had taken its toll. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.

“Tell me who I am. I need to hear it from you, Tethur,” she asked in a languid tone.

“You are one of four daughters; your father is Fergus Dubdétach, one of thirteen high kings of Ireland, immortalized in order to protect the wall between the Earth human realm and this one. This realm is known as the grey lands and is an endless place, home to the creatures of myth and legend. Once forgotten, they came here and built a wall to stop intruders from following.”

“So my father. Tell me more. Where is he, when will I meet him and more importantly, why did he send me away?”

“Your father is one of the first kings, raised from his slumber by magical power. Along with him twelve others were raised, including myself. Over time creatures from the grey lands ventured to the other side and we the thirteen are promised to either bring them back or hunt them to extinction. It is against the law to cross the wall. Some managed to escape, others were sent to live in the human world to watch the gates and protect the human side. It isn’t always possible to watch everyone and everywhere. The Queen, Cassandra, is a fae, sent to live amongst the humans, protected by Eridus and his kin. You are a fae. Your mother, Queen Shauna, is a fae. She married your father after he saved her and brought her here. Four daughters were born, of which you were the first. You all possess great powers. Each of you are strong in your own right, but put the four of you together and the evil which resides here has reason to fear the future.”

Tethur kissed her and took a moment before continuing.

“In their wisdom your parents gave each daughter a chosen king to protect them and become their chosen mate. Each daughter was escorted into the Earth realm, given adoptive parents, each with power to shield them from prying eyes. The chosen king blended in, becoming some sort of family friend or worker, close enough to be able to deal with any enemy. Your three sisters are Niamh, Dervla and Aibheann. Only your parents know their whereabouts. The mirror we passed through was a gate to this realm. Your other sisters have a similar mirror. Darkness is coming. Your mother’s sister, Dubheasa, is a Queen of darkness and evil. She wants you dead or wants your powers. She will come for you.”

“So she sent those orcs and the sorcerer?”

“Yes, and he will return, with more. There are a thousand orcs close by, looking for us.”

“So you are immortal?”

“I am in my own world. Crossing the wall changes us. Here each king was cursed; death can catch us here. And each king is cursed in this land with the shift. Each king is different.”

“Cassandra mentioned a dragon.”

“Yes, one of us becomes a dragon. We have a panther, a merman and others.”

“God. I don’t want you to die. So... you said you were my chosen one.”

“I am. Your father chose me for you and one day, God willing, we will rule together.”

“Interesting.”

He winked and was rewarded with a cheeky smile.

“Are my sisters back then?”

“You are the first to return. However, if they found you they will find the others. They are expected to return soon. If not, then we will have to go find them and escort them. No doubt your father has already sent an escort for us. Our people are in great danger.”

“You said thirteen of you. There are more, right, to up the numbers?”

“There are kin who serve us from the old world, but they aren’t like us.”

“Meaning?” She leaned on her hand to look at him.

“We are men of legend in our own land, raised from sleep because of who we are.”

“Hot hunky warriors with big cocks?”

Tethur raised a brow. “You are mine; I would kill my own to prove that point, Sorscha. But yes, we are warriors of repute. We possess great strength and fighting skills no others possess. Even the elves fear our reputations and they are respected by us for their magical and fighting prowess. We are feared in this land; there are only thirteen of us. We may be stretched when it comes to guarding the wall, but put us to battle and the enemy will be crushed under our swords and feet.”

Even though she listened with intent, her eyes started to flicker, eyelids closed and eventually he simply soft-spoke her to sleep. He held her gently. A pride filled his entire body as he looked at her and he smiled, once again happy. It had been a long time. Yet it might not last, for war was coming, the likes of which had not been seen in the grey lands for millennia.