The Stolen Valkyrie: Broken Bonds (Part One) (Fantasy Erotic Romance Novelette) (3 page)

As Ziki’s cheek lovingly rested on his muscular thigh, Johan’s gaze returned to Tani’s bowed head, “I grace ye also, Tani. Now,
look upon your Master’s face
.”

Asta’s eyes widened. Tani whimpered at such a rare honor and raised her head. The worship in her gaze was not lost on Asta or Johan. With a single nod, he told Tani, “I can see that ye are smitten with Nikoli. He honored ye today with a worthy kill. Rest assured that your innocence will remain intact. Your obedience will place ye high in Clan Zajihn’s favor.”

Tani’s awed gaze remained on his face. He looked at Asta once again, “Perhaps an innocent one could teach a rebellious Grand Mistress a thing or two about disobedience and pleasing her Master.”

Asta had never seen him this passionate. Johan was normally a peacekeeper, wisely advising his clan on various matters instead of letting his emotions get the best of him. Gazing upon him now, she grew aroused in spite of her hurt pride. With hands still thrust into their hair, he turned them toward Asta, which perfectly aligned the females’ mouths for his pleasure.

Asta’s eyes darted down to find his splendid cock hard and ready. The women did not dare touch him before he commanded such. Asta’s tongue darted out on its own accord to wet her lips. In all the time she had been his bond mate, he had never offered himself to her in this fashion. The brew of a descending phoenix warrior was to be savored within the wound of a chosen Mistress.

Completely aware of this, Johan loudly growled, “Did I command ye to look upon my proud cock,
Grand Mistress of mine
?”

Her title, normally spoken with a loving tone, mocked her now. She almost closed her eyes but, at the last minute, hid her pain and jerked her gaze back to his. His eyebrow arched over an intense expression she had never seen him wear. Feeling her own wetness trickle between her legs, Asta dragged in a lungful of air.

Johan held her gaze, challenging her to defy him again. He twisted his hand in Tani’s hair and growled, “Your mouth may grace my splendor now, Tani of Clan Zajihn. I command my Mistress to look upon me as I spill future leaders upon the tongue of a lesser one.”

Unable to resist even if the Gods had deemed it so, Asta’s gaze dropped as Tani opened her mouth. Johan thrust half of his cock inside and fisted his hand in Tani’s hair when she moaned. Against all efforts to subdue her rising emotions, Asta’s arousal leapt higher.

Johan’s muscles rippled in the firelight from the effort of holding Ziki back while Tani whimpered at his feet. He was well aware that Tani would have slid to the ground without his firm grip. Ziki’s tongue curled uselessly in the air, waiting for her turn at him. Still locked in an intense gaze with Asta, Johan finally breathed, “The chosen shall warm my seed for its journey.”

As soon as he loosened his grip, Ziki fell on him and licked at the bottom of his long shaft. Even though the men of Clan Zajihn were all well endowed, Johan’s cock was so long that Tani’s mouth was full but half his shaft remained naked. His hand tightened in Ziki’s hair, instructing her as he watched Asta, “Future leaders rely on your expertise. Do not ignore them.”

He refrained from calling the female by her given name, knowing that his use of Tani’s name was not lost on Asta. As Chief and direct descendant of Erik the Mighty Jihn, only Asta and warriors of select clans were honored by the Chief’s attentions…until now.

Ziki’s tongue curled under his balls. Asta was mesmerized. She had never witnessed this type of act, much less done to her own partner. She could feel the weight of Johan’s gaze but could do nothing to stop her rising passion or rip her eyes away from the mouths pleasuring him. Tani’s eyelids fluttered as her staccato moans drenched the air. An unwanted whimper escaped Asta at her friend’s arousal.

Observing Asta’s every twitch, Johan pointedly threw lust into his tone, “Mmmm…that’s it, Tani. Your future bond mate will surely be proud of such skills.” Firelight danced in Asta’s wide eyes. Johan shifted his legs further apart, pushing Ziki’s face closer, “Lavish my sack so that ye both may taste the future of our great clan.”

Watching Asta, Johan knew his Grand Mistress had no idea that his stiff cock was a result of her chewed upon lip and the raw hunger in her gaze. He pulled Tani off his cock before thrusting back into her throat. Tani’s broken squeaks mingled with the crackling fire, feeding Ziki’s arousal into a frenzied state. Asta squirmed against her bindings, murmuring a curse as her back arched away from the pole.

“Look into my eyes, Grand Mistress of Mine.” Asta ripped her eyes from the pleasure both women found from sucking at her Master. With the fire behind them, the trio appeared to be a lesson from the Gods themselves created just for her. Her fingernails dug into her palms as fierce arousal gathered low in her belly.

“Ye attempt to defy me again and again but fail to see that ye deny yourself a pleasure that lesser ones would kill for.”

His strained tone and intense expression held her attention. He suddenly released Tani and rode her to the ground, thrusting into her mouth as Ziki’s lips clung to his balls. As a Chief, he knew the significance of his next move.

Johan’s hand closed over Tani’s breast. Tani’s body melted under him. Asta’s gasp trickled through the air. His touch was akin to that of a God, bestowing Tani with such great joy that she would have gladly died in that moment.

He thrust into her mouth repeatedly, driving his cock further into her throat despite her gags. Unable to control herself, she heaved under him as her staccato sounds rent the air.

Ziki’s wet tongue never stopped lapping even though she hit the dirt with jarring force. Feeling Johan’s balls tighten, she knew this lone descendant of The Mighty Jihn was ready to spill. Shoving at Tani, she managed to disengage her but Johan’s intent was for them to share. He pulled his member out while bringing their cheeks together.

His prized fluid hit their faces and open mouths. Tani learned quickly, fighting for every last drop of his precious seed. When his cock jerked one last time, she fell on him and licked him clean. Amused, Johan pulled her off him and said, “Indeed, Tani, look to Nikoli’s abode. See how he watches ye.”

Dazed with desire, Tani spotted Nikoli watching them. A nervous smile teased her cheeks before Ziki tackled her. A hot wet tongue lapped Johan’s warmth from her face. Not to be outdone in front of her future bond mate, Tani’s outraged cry sounded. Rolling over the ground, Tani managed to pin the woman and smear the remainder of future leaders from Ziki’s face onto her own chest.

Ziki threw her off, attacking immediately. Panting at the very sight of them fighting for her Master’s seed, Asta glanced over to find men gathering with Nikoli. Shouts rang through the air, urging the victor while others watched to see if Johan would slip inside and grace their bond mates.

Johan’s gaze came to rest on his wife’s face. What he saw convinced him that she was more passionate than she let on. His eyes narrowed while his thoughts formulated plans for the next day.

If punishment is what raises the passion in your blood, my beautiful and stubborn Mistress, then I shall mete out a punishment that will surely gain your lasting respect!
 

Asta was oblivious to the raw lust on her face. She watched the two women writhe in the dirt as if Johan had graced them with the most potent of aphrodisiacs. The sight made her yearn to shed the rope and join the fight to taste of his seed. Her focus was so intense that she jerked when Johan knelt down to untie her.

“Clan Zajihn wants more of ye.” Shocked at her own words and awed tone alike, Asta was even more stunned when he growled over his shoulder at the clan, “Leave us…now!”

Asta searched his face as his gaze swung back to hers. Without another word, he finished untying her and stood with the rope trailing from his fingers. His shaft was still partially stiff and so close to her face that she lunged forward for her own taste. He backed away and motioned toward the clan, turning as he hissed at her, “Do ye wish to dishonor yourself?”

Desire for the forbidden act dulled her mind. She crawled forward and called, “Johan, my Grand Master…wait!”

The uncharacteristic desperation in her tone made him pause. Determined to show him and any who watched that she could please him more than any lesser female, she boldly launched herself into his arms. He caught her before she bounced off his solid chest and hit the ground.

Sliding her arms around his neck, she knew she should wait for an invitation but was too aroused for such pleasantries. Although kissing was reserved for the parting of mates, not their joining, Asta stared him straight in the eye and whispered, “I shall kiss ye now, Great Master Johan of the Shires.”

Amusement leapt into his eyes. In spite of doling punishment for disobedience, he knew he would never crush her strong fiery nature and, if truth be told, loved her all the more for it. Her mouth closed over his but he refused to kiss her back. After all, she was defying him again with her insistent touch.

Determined to wipe the touch of lowly females from his mind, she nipped at his bottom lip with her teeth. Instead of relenting, he held her gaze and denied her. Despite his refusal, she felt a rumble within his chest. Her mouth left his and, with her pride shattered, growled against his cheek, “Please, Jihn Master of mine, will ye allow me to please ye in a forbidden way?”

Asta’s own desperate plea almost sobered her arousal. For Johan, her words and tone alike jarred him like none other. The thought of her hot mouth and tongue lavishing him, waiting to drink down his royal seed should have angered him. Instead, visceral lust made his cock throb for release.

With one rip that mingled with his heated grunt, he tore her clothing from her back and threw the scrap into the fire as he dropped to his knees. The jostling broke her hold on him, sending her sprawling backward into the dirt.

Although mating was nothing new to them, rough passionate play certainly was. His long fingers wrapped around his hardened member. Her eyes widened when he rasped, “Ye beg for a
taste
?”

Having uttered the unthinkable, Johan ignored the collective gasp wafting from the many huts. Watching eagerness tense her muscles while yearning flooded her eyes, Johan’s own eyes narrowed. Feeling Clan Zajihn’s eyes upon them, he threw down the challenge, “Asta Gojicia, Grand Mistress of my heart, I bid thee to fight for your taste.”

His primal expression was underscored by an astonished tone. Her desire flamed into full-blown lust. She shot off the ground, propelling herself toward his wide chest. He caught her to him with a heated laugh, “You’ll have to do better than that, my fiery one.”

With her long hair shielding her face, she took the opportunity to bite his chest. Her teeth barely grazed him before he rolled her over and slapped her bare ass with his open palm. Asta’s mouth gaped, emitting a squeak of outraged pain into the still night air. Fighting to get off his lap, her hand brushed his stiffened cock. She grabbed for him, twisting with her mouth opened wide.

Deep laughter rolled out of him as he lurched forward, covering her with his body. His enjoyment at denying her made her more eager. Pinned under him, she rubbed against him and used her teeth as weapons. He flexed muscles, barely feeling her bites, which caused her to fight harder. Leaning away, he pinned her with one hand and said, “Give up, my beautiful Asta, so that we may sleep. For ye have a long journ…”

Give up!?!

“Never! I will taste of ye
Master Johan
tonight.” Her long legs wrapped around his trim hips.

Johan’s blood boiled at her fighting spirit. He pinned her shoulders to the dirt with one arm. Unlike previous mating sessions where she tolerated his thrusts, her hips ground into him and fired his cock repeatedly. With a harsh groan, he grabbed her ass and squeezed, “Release your hold. A Grand Mistress of your caliber does not beg for her
throat
to be fucked
.”

Having never heard such bold terms or huskiness emit from him, she gasped as her ankles unlocked. He swiftly thrust inside her, lifting her hips from the dirt and reveling in her whimper.

“This is for ye alone, my feisty Mistress. I shall
fuck your slickened hole
into submission. Dare ye suckle at your own juices?” Those last words were almost his undoing. Shoving that vision from his mind, he breathed, “The clan’s ears are open to us. Ye need a babe, my Mistress Asta of Zajihn, to fill your belly and focus your spirit.”