Hunted And Mounted

We had an hour left before we had to vacate the rundown motel, an hour before we hit the road again, chasing a destiny I wasn't sure I even wanted. My time as a free woman was slipping through my fingers; soon, I'd be a queen, bound to duty, bound to them.

But right now, I wasn't bound to anything. Right now, there was only Alfred. And this rickety, old bed that was about to become a lot less stable. I gasped as he pushed me onto the mattress, his weight sinking into me, his gaze dark with hunger.

"I'm guessing you're thinking what I am," he murmured.

I smirked. "I'm a thousand steps ahead of you."

Just like me, he had to be aching for more after the night we'd spent at the hotel with Octavia. The memory of it made my skin burn. My body pulsed with the need for him again. I missed the way he filled me, the way he ruined me with every thrust.

And this might be our last chance.

After today, I'd be busy, too busy. My body wouldn't be my own, not in the way it was now. I'd be expected to forge alliances, to entertain creatures far more dangerous than him. But Alfred was the only one who had ever made me feel truly alive.

His lips curved in a wicked smile as he crawled onto the bed, the mattress groaning beneath us. He was on me in seconds, his mouth claiming mine, swallowing my breath like he needed it more than air.

The sheer fabric of my night dress was no match for his rough hands. He grabbed the delicate material, tugging at it impatiently, nearly tearing it from my body. I arched into him, pressing my hips against his, feeling the hard length of him straining beneath his pants.

God, I needed him.

Alfred shoved my dress up, never breaking the kiss, his hands roaming my exposed skin. When he finally pulled back, his eyes raked over me, hungry and possessive. I lifted my arms, wordlessly granting him permission to strip me bare, and he did, yanking the dress over my head and tossing it aside.

Then his mouth was on me again, devouring me, his hands exploring every inch of my body like he was memorizing it. My hardened nipples dragged against his bare chest, and I moaned at the contact, at the heat coiling low in my belly.

His fingers drifted lower, teasing, hovering just above where I needed him most. I bucked my hips, desperate for relief. But he smirked, pulling his hand away just before I could get what I wanted.

"Patience," he murmured against my lips, his voice pure sin.

But I had no patience left. Not for him. Not for anything.

"I'll please you when I want to please you," he murmured against my lips.

I resisted the urge to groan out loud because I didn't want this moment to be snatched away from me, so I complied with his rules. As long as he pleasured me, I had no problems with what had happened before.

Finally, Alfred pulled away from the bed and stood by the side. With his eyes on mine, he pulled off his shirt slowly, making heat pool in between my legs. I'd almost forgotten how hot he really was, and now I was reminded of that fact. My eyes slid down over his chiseled muscles and fell on his body. He pulled off his pants next, and my eyes dropped to the huge bulge tenting his boxers. My heart pounded harder as he pulled his boxers off, exposing his huge cock, which would be pounding inside me any moment from now.

Alfred moved toward the bed to me, and then his lips met mine again. I moaned loudly as his lips dropped to my neck, leaving trails of kisses and hot desire on my skin. His teeth raked my skin, his tongue and lips coming next to make me squirm and writhe underneath him. He knew exactly how to get me going.

"I want to fuck you so hard right now!" he growled.

I arched into him, my nails scraping against the unyielding muscles of his back.

"Then stop talking and take what you want," I whispered, hoping he took it as a challenge.

A low, feral laugh escaped Alfred as his hand moved down my thigh, gripping it with force as he pulled me closer. "Careful what you wish for, Flora," he murmured. "I'm just your guide, and I don't want to ruin you for the others."

His words made me want him even more, and I hoped we could skip all the back and forth and get down to business.

As if hearing my thoughts, Alfred kissed down my body, licking one aching pink nipple and then the other. His mouth teased down over my stomach and then lower. My breaths came out in heaving gasps as my hips rose to him.

Alfred pushed me down to the bed with a dark chuckle. "You're such a greedy girl."

"Or maybe I just want you badly," I whispered.

With one last look at me, he pulled off my panties and delved in between my thighs. I whimpered loudly as his tongue dragged through my wet pussy. He spread my pussy folds apart and licked and slurped without any mercy.

My back arched so far backward that I thought it was going to snap in two. I shut my eyes tightly as I enjoyed the agonizing pleasure of Alfred's tongue on my pussy. I moaned loudly as he licked me slowly and deliberately. He took me over to the edge and then left me panting and begging for more.

His lips focused on my clit now, and he sucked and licked the little button while his tongue swirled around it. I let out a loud cry as my hips thrust up against his face, wanting more than he was giving me.

Alfred growled into my pussy, his hands sliding over me to grip my ass and my hips. His tongue kept working me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I was squirming underneath him and almost losing my mind.

Then he got to his knees as the head of his huge cock pushed against the wetness of my pussy.

When he entered me, it wasn't just physical; it was as if his power wrapped around my very essence, binding us in a way that defied explanation. My lips wrapped around his cock instinctively, and he let out a string of curses.

"You're so tight."

His hands slid down my arms and pinned my wrists to the top of my head, so I had no control of them. The fact that I wouldn't be able to use my hands turned me on even more. He kissed me deeply as he began to move his hips, the headboard of the old bed hitting the wall with each of his movements.

The pleasure kept growing within me, and his thickness opened me wide as he pushed deeper into me. Finally, he was all the way in, and he began to move within me. I moaned loudly, panting and gasping for air as he pushed into me deeper, thrusting in and out of me.

My legs wrapped around his hip as he grinded into me and then slid his glistening cock out, and pushed back into me with so much force that he knocked the air out of my lungs. His huge cock felt so slick and wet within me. And it felt so big, filling up every inch of my pussy.

My nails dug into his back as I gasped.

"Alfred! Yes!" I moaned his name over and over again as he thrust harder and faster into me. But at the same time, it felt like he was holding back for some reason.

"Don't hold back!" I moaned. "Fuck me harder!"

Alfred groaned. "I have to. You're the soon-to-be queen."

I whimpered. "Forget about me being queen and fuck me hard, Alfred. I need this!"

Knowing that he had gotten my permission, I saw the control snap within him. He snarled and suddenly rammed into me.

I thought he was fucking me before, but that was nothing compared to what he was doing now. He rocked his hips harder, pounding his cock even deeper within me. I screamed in pleasure as my orgasm flashed before my eyes.

Alfred kept thrusting, not stopping at all as I writhed in pleasure.

I felt his cock swelling and throbbing inside me, and I knew he was just as close as I was to coming. I was nearing the edge of climax, but he wanted to stretch it out as much as possible. I could barely form words, the intensity of his movements pulling me under. "More," I gasped. "Don't stop! I'm so close."

Above me, his grin was wicked. "Oh, I'm just getting started."

The headboard of the bed was slapping the wall very loudly now, and I knew that everyone in the building could definitely hear it. And that made the whole experience even hotter.

Suddenly, a loud rapping noise came from the door.

"Your time is over, and you need to check out!" the rude, old witch who ran the hotel said. "And we can all hear you two fucking in there."

With that, my orgasm was snatched away from me as Alfred stopped.

"I'm so close," I whined. "We can just finish up and leave!"

"We'll definitely finish up at the next motel," Alfred assured, pulling his slippery cock out of me.

"We need to get dressed and leave. It's dark out." He reached out a hand to pull me off the bed and smirked at me. "You're trembling. Did I break you?"

I smiled weakly, my body still thrumming with his touch. "Not yet."

"Good," he rumbled. "Because I'm not done with you. We just need to get out of here first."

Alfred and I walked through the woods as we looked for the next creature that'd come across our path. As we walked, I could barely think of anything but the aching in between my legs and the fact that I'd not reached orgasm. I was still very much horny, and I wanted nothing other than for Alfred to stop us right here in the middle of the woods and take me. But I knew that wouldn't be possible at the moment.

The forest was very quiet as we walked deeper and deeper into it. The trees looked high above us and their branches stretched out into all directions.

As much as I was almost completely focused on the aching in between my legs, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched. Maybe a symptom of lack of orgasm also involved paranoia; I had no idea. Beside me, Alfred was looking behind, too, in a very uncomfortable manner.

"Can you feel that too?" I whispered to him.

He nodded quickly, getting ready to mumble a spell if he needed to. "It seems like we're not alone."

"It feels like we're being watched," I quipped, and he nodded.

On the side of his hips, Alfred carried a blade that he used to protect me. And as we took a couple more steps further, a low, rumbling chuckle came from the shadows. Someone came out of the shadows, but I could barely see their face.

"If it isn't the new fae queen and her guide stumbling into my territory," the thick voice boomed.

I squinted, trying to see who it was. And a tall man with very muscular shoulders and chest stepped into view. He was so handsome, his piercing green eyes shining brightly even under the night sky. The corners of his lips curled into a wicked grin, exposing sharp canines as claws extended from his hands.

A werewolf.

I tried to back away slowly as Alfred stepped in front of me, drawing out the blade that sat on his hips. I had no idea we would even need it throughout the course of our journey, but here we were, needing it.

The werewolf laughed out loud as if we were jokesters, and that infuriated me.

"Very adorable," he sneered. "You think you can trespass on my property and still pull a weapon out on me? You're no match for me, you little twig."

I stepped in front of Alfred and motioned for him to put down his knife. This was not the time to anger a huge werewolf who could rip us to shreds. Plus, we were in his territory, one signal, and his entire pack would have us surrounded.

"What do you want?" I asked him. "We meant no harm, please."

The werewolf's gaze slid over to me, and it held mine in a way that made my skin prickle with both unease and something sinister. It felt like desire and I chided myself for even feeling that way about someone that was probably about to kill me.

"You're not as innocent as you seem, right?" the werewolf asked, approaching me.

I stepped back, scared. "I don't understand what you mean."

"I've been hearing about the fae's king's death and how his naive niece would take over the throne. But you don't look that naive to me," he said, his voice mocking me. "I can smell it on you. That sweet, tantalising smell of unfinished sex clings to your skin like perfume. I can't get enough of it."

My cheeks burned as I realized what he was saying and he was right. Damn, werewolves and their sharp sense of smell.

But even with his dirty words, I couldn't help but get wetter.

"What do you want?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"You're one feisty fae." He moved even closer to me. "That's good. I like my prey with a little fight in them. And you..." his eyes roamed my body, dark with lust. "You're quite the fighter. So sexy for a fae. Too bad your kind is an enemy."

Alfred wanted to intervene but the werewolf snapped his fingers and two other werewolves came out of hiding and dragged Alfred off.

"No!" I yelled and turned to him. "What are you going to do to him?"

"That depends on you. Here's how this works, queen. You're in my territory and that means that I get to decide what happens next. I propose a game--a race."

"A race?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

How was it possible to win a race with a freaking werewolf?

He nodded. "You and me. If you can beat me to the finish line, I'll let you and your lapdog go. If not..." His grin got wider. "Then you're mine to do with as I please."

My stomach twisted but I had no choice in this matter. He'd captured Alfred and I needed him alive. I swallowed and nodded. "Deal. I'll race you."

"Good!" He stretched his hand to me. "My name is Xavier and I'm the alpha of this territory."

I didn't care. In a couple of minutes, he'd explained the rules to me in detail, but a part of me was certain that I wouldn't win.

The race started, and like I guessed, Xavier was in front of me already. I pushed my feet in front of the other as much as I possibly could, but it was harder than I thought. The forest blurred around me as I ran, my feet barely touching the ground. The sound of Xavier's footfalls was heavy in front of me, and I tried to catch up to him.

"Run faster, queen," he taunted. "You're not going to outrun me with this pace."

I tried to run faster but it was of no use as he crossed the finish line.

Suddenly, he turned to me and pounced on me, my back hitting the floor hard, Xavier's weight pinning me down. His hands gripped my wrists to the side and his face hovered above mine.

"Looks like I win," he growled, his grin both victorious and wicked. "Now, let's see how much a fae Queen can take."

I was practically shaking underneath him as his gaze raked me from head to toe. He took in my fiery red hair and the tiny black dress I wore that left nothing to the imagination, including my erect nipples rising beneath the thin fabric of the dress.

Xavier's eyes went down my legs and then came up and hovered over my breasts.

I wanted to push him off and scream bloody murder, but a part of me was enjoying it and clearly turned on by how he was looking at me. His hands roamed my body and then gripped my ass, and I felt his erection hard against my softness.

"What are you going to do to me?" I spat out without holding back. "If you're going to kill me, make it fast."

He chuckled dryly. "Oh, I won't kill you. You're too pretty to die. At least not by my hands."

I let out a small sigh of relief, but I knew the worst wasn't over. If he wasn't going to kill me, what would he do? I tried to wriggle out of the position I was in, but it was all to no avail. Xavier was too strong.

He released one of my hand, and then grabbed my hair and crashed his mouth to mine, his kiss hard and possessive. I tried to push him off, but he was too strong. His kiss was hard, almost brutal. Complete and total domination that took my breath away. I surprised myself when I parted my lips and let him push his tongue into my mouth.

Without realizing what was really happening, I was already kissing him back and enjoying every moment of it.

He'd released my hands now so I could touch him, and touch him I did. My fingers ran through his hair and then through his broad shirtless chest, feeling the flex of his hard muscles as he moved.

Fuck, he was so hot.

Before I knew what I was doing, I was moaning. The intensity of the kiss made me moan louder as he bit my lower lip, the pleasure morphing into pain. I wanted him so badly and I knew I was going to do whatever he wanted. If he wanted me to be a sex slave, I was ready to be that just for him. I could imagine him fucking the shit out of my pussy or my mouth with his hard cock, and that made me moan even louder.

Xavier pulled back and looked at me, his green eyes dark and unforgiving. "You're mine for now, queen. And I'll do whatever I want to with you."

I swallowed, expectant of what's to come.

"If you want to keep yourself and your lapdog alive by the end of this, just do what I say."

Okay, be submissive. I could do that.

I nodded at him quickly.

"Come, I need to take you to the pack house where I'll play with you."

I followed him silently not saying a word, and we got to the pack house and entered a room where there were so many sex toys sitting on a table. I swallowed and took in the sight.

Xavier lay on the edge of the bed and watched me.

"What do I need to do?" I choked out.

"Spread your legs," he said.

I did as he instructed and moved closer to him. I was a little bit terrified and also excited for what would happen next.

"So this would be your first punishment for losing the race," he said as he took one of the lubes on the table as well as a dildo.

He rubbed the lube all over the dildo so it was well lubricated and then, pushing up my dress, he pulled my panties down and spread my pussy lips apart, pushing the dildo in with so much force it made me wince. Soon enough, the obvious pain turned into pleasure.

He took a butt plug, turned me around, spread my ass cheeks and pushed it in, filling me.

"Take off your dress," he commanded.

I had to move very gently because both my holes were blocked shut, and any movements I made stretched them out and made pleasure run through my body. I winced in pain as I removed my dress and watched the material drop to the floor.

"Don't make a sound," Xavier said as he knelt in front of me and positioned his face on my pussy area.

He leaned forward and sniffed my pussy lips. And then his tongue licked my clit and the lips around the dildo which made moisture flood my pussy. It took everything in me for me not to moan out loud.

"You're so hot and wet for me," he murmured. "I can't wait to see how much you and your pussy can take."

He sat back on the edge of the bed. "Now, kneel!"

I did as I was told because I didn't want anything to happen to me or Alfred. I watched as Xavier pulled down his pants. His hard cock and balls sprang out excitedly. My eyes widened, taking in his huge cock. I wanted to fuck him so hard it hurt.

He gave me the lube and I spread it up and down his length, the hardness of his cock growing with every touch. I couldn't wait to have him in my mouth.

"Now, suck my cock like your life depends on it. Because your life actually depends on it," he commanded.

My tongue darted out excitedly as I flicked it over the head of his cock, and he almost shuddered in pleasure but caught himself. I slowly swiped my tongue up and down his cock, licking and sucking every bit that the sweetened lube touched.

I took in his entire length and went down to his balls. I licked and sucked at the sacs as they got hard, while my hands moved along the length of him.

He tasted just as I imagined and I simply couldn't get enough of him. He took a handful of my hair and held me in place as I kept sucking him off. I made moaning sounds as I almost drove him insane with my mouth and tongue.

"Yes!" he said as I moved my head up and down, while working his shaft with my free hand. "Don't stop!"

I wasn't even planning to. I was enjoying pleasing him more than I even expected.

I kept going as he moved underneath me, low gasps escaping from his lips.

"I'm going to come in your tight mouth and fill every crevice. And you're going to lap me up, alright?"