Mine

  Mine

Art by Tracy Williams

“Mine”

It’s just a whisper, a hissed out breath of air, but I feel that word down to the very root of my soul. It’s funny how heavy that word feels, weighed down by the possessive pride I feel. I repeat the word, knowing my lips are turning upwards, a twisted smile on my face as I tell the woman in my arms just who she belongs to.

Her face is near to mine, beautiful blue eyes wide and bristling with emotion, nervous anger that she wears well. My hands are on her, grasping her wrists together, squeezing them tightly as she struggles, even as my other hand winds it way into her hair. Pushing her face closer to mine, feeling her squirm against me. I’m laughing then, I can’t help it. She feels so good in my arms, just like I knew she would, and even as she struggles to get free of me, her body grinds against mine, arousing my interest even further.

“Lenneth….” I purr out her name, pushing her face towards mine, lips puckering, ready to steal a kiss from her lips. Her mouth is opening, the woman ready to let loose with some angry retort. It’s too perfect an opportunity, I’m pushing forward then, roughly sealing my mouth over her parted lips, swallowing down whatever she was going to say. I can feel her gasping against me, and I kiss her harder, sliding my tongue into her mouth.

It’s a thorough claiming of her mouth I perform, a wet exploration, my tongue licking and rubbing against hers. I can feel her body moving against mine, arms straining as she attempts to get free. There’s a quiver in her jaw, a tensing that warns me, and I pull back just in time, her white teeth snapping close. It only makes me laugh harder, amused by the fierceness in which she glares at me.

I’ve barely started, and already she is angry at me. If a kiss is enough to stir her ire, what will her reaction be to the things I have planned for her, for us. I ache to find out, my hand dropping from her hair, gloved fingers touching her neck, brushing against the collar of her armor. I trace the gold piping that edges the cobalt blue around her neck, a finger going down the center of her throat. Lower it goes, traveling along the metal that radiates a coldness I can feel through my leather gloves, down between her breasts. Lenneth tenses, but other than that she is silent, unresponsive. Such a pity, but I know what to do to make her react.

My other hand releases it’s hold on her wrists, and she tries to twist in my arms. I let her, ending up with my chest pressing against her back. One arm is around her waist, holding her in place, even as I ease her hair to the side. Critical eyes look over the back of her armor, seeing the clasps that her platinum strands had hidden. They are easy enough to work open, my fingers snapping them free, and with a clatter her breast plate falls to the floor.

Neither of us are looking at her armor, I’ve spun her around to face me once more. She is absolutely lovely, clad in a white dress that makes her light skin appear even paler to my eyes. Her lack of armor makes her look softer, somehow more approachable, though the anger in her eyes should be enough to stop me cold if I were a lesser man. Instead I welcome it, liking her fire, knowing she has enough to burn us both alive, a smoldering flame that is equal to the passionate love I feel for her.

My fingers touch the top of her bodice, dipping down inside. I’m not looking at what I’m doing, too busy staring into Lenneth’s eyes. I watch as she narrows them at me, see her lips form the outraged gasp as I yank downwards, hearing her dress start to tear. Oh how delicious her expression is, one that will be ingrained in my memory for years to come.

Her hands move, one grabbing at my wrist, trying to pull my hand away from her bodice. The other is on the move, slapping me across the face, stinging pain that shocks me, almost makes my glasses fall from my face. I blink, surprised not having expected that, and she’s pulling free of my grasp, Lenneth fleeing across the room, arms going across her chest, holding her dress to her. I raise my hand, fingers sliding my glasses up my nose, calmly assessing the situation.

“There’s no where for you to go.” I’m surprised at how cool my voice sounds, not a hint of anger to it’s tone as I speak to her. “Give up and accept your situation.”

“Never!” She all but screams the word at me, Lenneth whirling around, revealing blue eyes that are flashing with defiance. It makes me want her even more, already I am moving across the floor, stalking towards her. Watching as she backs up against the cold stone of the wall, and my hands move, slamming them on either side of her, leaving her pinned between my arms.

One hand leaves her breasts, placing her palm against my chest, trying to hold me at bay. I can see her straining, muscles working to hold me back, and I lean all the harder on her arm, watching it bend. I know I’m smirking, cocky confidence but I can’t help it. She’s here, and she’s within my grasp, a touchable fantasy made real, one I intend to take full advantage of.

I’m pressing against her, using my body to hold her against the wall, even as I kiss her, feeling her tiny fists beat against my shoulders. I ignore her blows, kissing hard enough to bruise her mouth, hands on her hips, pulling up her skirt. My fingers brush against the thin band of her panties, and then I am ripping them, tearing apart the seams hearing her make angry sounds as I do this.

Only when the need for air has become unbearable do I pull apart from her mouth, panting heavily. “Monster!” She shouts, still knocking her fists against me, and I laugh, grabbing at the remains of her dress, wrenching it off her body. It is only then that I look at her body, my gaze growing heated as I view the splendor that is my Goddess revealed to me.

“Beautiful…” I can’t help but say it, having need to tell her what I think of her. I don’t know what to look at first, my gaze sweeping across her body, noting her large breasts, her nipples a pale pink color. Down lower it goes, over the flat, firmness of her stomach, down further to see where platinum curls start, hiding her most treasured spot from me.

I want to fall down to my knees and worship her, and already my body is sliding down against hers, hands on her hips, holding her steady. My knees hit the floor, a light thumping sound, chest brushing against the top of the greaves on her legs. She’s still wearing her boots, and somehow seeing her clad in nothing more than footwear and arm wraps excites me even more than if she had been flat out nude.

I sigh then, rubbing my face against her thighs, inhaling deeply, smelling her musky scent. She’s speaking then, Lenneth demanding to know what I am doing. I don’t answer, not in words at least, hands sliding down to slip between her legs, forcing them to spread open. She fights me on this, struggling to keep them close, but little by little I nudge them apart.

“No….” Lenneth doesn’t speak to me often, usually it’s only to rail insults at me, to deny me my fun. Now there is a tremor in her voice, anger dying down in the face of uncertainty. I place a kiss on the inside of her thigh, hearing her gasp. The sound makes me smile, and I open my mouth, letting my tongue lick a long slow line upwards across her sensitive flesh. She tries to jerk backwards, but the wall leaves her with nowhere to go. She’s trapped and she knows it, forced to experience the delight my tongue wants to offer her.

More kisses now, lips smacking sweetly as I travel, kissing ever closer to her center. I roll my eyes upwards, wanting to see her face, seeing Lenneth gazing down at me, anxiety plainly written on her face. As our eyes meet, she seems to remember her hands, for they go into my hair, pulling at the strands, small pain that I force myself to ignore. I won’t be moved from my task, I won’t let her deny me a taste of her.

I press my lips against her center, a deep kiss against her core, tongue sliding out along her crease, spreading her open. “You’re such a pretty shade of pink.” I tease her, seeing her blush at my words.

“Don’t say such things!” She hisses at me, still pulling on my hair.

“Why not?” I ask. “It’s the truth.” And then I am licking her, long sure strokes, feeling her velvet folds against my tongue. Lenneth lets out a strangled sound, surprised shock at the heart of it. I lick her harder, wanting to hear more, knowing such delicious sounds are just waiting to be wrought from her body. I wiggle my tongue, side to side, hearing her whimper, even as I find her opening, plunging it inside. Undulating movements from me, thrusting and wiggling, tormenting her fully, feeling her fingers start to grip my hair more tightly. She’s not trying to pull me away any more, in fact Lenneth is practically holding me hostage against her, a whispered please emerging from her lips.

I slide my tongue out, going back to licking her, traveling upwards along her folds, searching for that tiny pearl of flesh I know must be nestled there. I find it, and when I do I fasten my lips around it, a gentle sucking that almost brings Lenneth down to the floor. If not for my hands’ support she would have collapsed, the Valkyrie growing weak kneed as I suck on that hard nub.

Her hips are wiggling, she’s letting out little moans, at times crying out the word no. I can see her eyes are closing, she’s trying to hide the arousal in them, even as my face grows wet with her juices, dribbling down my cheeks. Her release is magnificent, a loud cry, an almost ear splitting scream as she cums, body quivering as her pleasure hits it’s utmost peak.

She’s still panting, breasts rising and falling from the forceful exertions of air she expels. I’m not through with her, not by a long shot, and my hands ease her down to the ground, feeling her practically slump downwards. Her body is practically listless from her orgasm, Lenneth far too easy to control in this moment. I hover over her, staring down at her beautiful body, not through with my worship of her.

I pick up her arm, fingers touching the arm band, a hint of gold wrapped around brown, and I smile. “I never would have imagine finding arm bands sexy.” Lenneth makes a sound, and I realize she’s muffling her laughter. That sound turns into a gasp, when I lick just above the wrap, butterfly soft kisses on her upper arm. She starts to pull away, to try and turn over, but I hold onto her arm, licking it thoroughly, tasting the salt of her skin. Higher I go, moving towards her shoulder, finding the crook of her neck.

My lips get buried against her skin, curving and sucking over her tender flesh, working to mark her. Her pale skin is perfect for such treatment, the bruises show almost immediately, dark love bites that show where I have been. I finger one, thumb brushing across the skin in wonder, and that word slips free once again. “Mine.” It’s almost primal that word, dating back to when mortals cowered in caves.

“No…” A shake of her head. “Not yours…..not ever….”

An angry hiss from me, I roll on top of her, hips straddling her stomach, hands reaching for her face. I grip her cheeks, forcing her to look at me, and I bend down, brushing my lips against hers. “You belong to me.” She starts to jerk, to shake her head no once more, but I hold her still. “Mine…..now and forever, for all eternity.” If I have to prove it to her, show her again and again with my body, I would make her understand. She belongs to me, and I to her. Mine….Ours…..together forever….

                         

Art by Tracy Williams