Chapter Four


 

Since the taking of the three prisoners, battles lessened. Three months passed without word from the dragon council. Ariyona was frantic as during this time, she received no word on the twins. Jareth did his best to keep her calm and soothe her fears yet he too missed the little ones fiercely. At least contact with Carillon had been reestablished. They suffered great loses as well, but Ariyona was comforted that her family and friends remained safe.

Ariyona had taken to riding to the meadow each day at noon. She knew one of these days the dragons must return, but patience was not one of her virtues. After her ride to the meadow, she would go down to the dungeons and try to communicate with the female. Each time, the girl would hiss and snarl at her until she reminded her who she was. It was as if each day the girl forgot again. When she tired of this, she would verbally spar with the male. She began calling him Tru as he would not reveal his given name. He still believed his liege would attack the keep and free them.

A missive came one day to the castle. The messenger brought it to Ariyona and knelt before her as she read it. As she read, she sunk onto her throne. It was bad news. Kaya, her best friend from Carillon, had been taken by the trolls. The missive was sent five days after Kaya was taken, so it was now almost two weeks that her friend was gone. The news was a blow to Ariyona, her grief blossomed in her heart. She could only hope her friend was well and they would one day rescue her. Thinking on the poor women she had seen in the bowels of the mountain, she fervently wished that Kaya would not be forced to breed with a troll.

Seeing the messenger still kneeling, she bade him to rise and take refreshment. She thanked him for his service and told him he would be given chambers for the night before he returned to her father’s castle.

That night, Jareth took her to bed and slowly stripped her gown from her. Lately their lovemaking had been frantic and hurried. The stress from this war had strained their relation, but this night Jareth knew what his wife needed. When she stood naked before him, he slowly removed his garments as Ariyona watched. He carried her to the bed, kissing her deeply. His kisses moved slowly from her lips and down her neck until he reached the hard peak of her breast as it reached out to him.

He took her nipple into his mouth and nipped at it. Ariyona moaned in response, arching her back, begging him to take her deeper into her mouth. Jareth went slowly, torturing her with his leisureliness. She wanted more. She begged for more. “Please,” she cried out.

“Oh no, my love, not yet. I am taking my time with you this eve. We both need this and I think it is time to make another babe.” Jareth’s whispered words only increased her craving for her husband.

Jareth moved to her other breast, taking it into his mouth as his hand caressed the nipple he had just abandoned. Ariyona was getting lost in his kisses. Jareth’s hand trailed down her body until it reached the apex of her thighs. Ariyona moaned loudly and pushed her hips into the palm of his hand as he cupped her core. He loved the wetness he found there as her body readied itself for him. Without releasing her nipple, he slipped two fingers inside her. He moved them slowly back and forth, teasing her as she begged him to go faster. She rocked against his hand, trying to get him deeper inside of her, yet Jareth was going maddeningly slow.

Jareth trailed his tongue from her breast and across her stomach. He didn’t stop until he reached her slit before he pulled back and waited a moment. “Jareth, please,” Ariyona begged. “I need to feel you. I need your tongue inside me.”

Removing his fingers, Jareth happily complied. He dove into her with this tongue and then moved up to her clit. First he blew upon her core, eliciting moans of pleasure from his wife. Next he circled her clit with his tongue avoiding the hardened nub that wanted his attention. He was enjoying this torture of his wife as her moans begged him for more. Finally he attacked her clit, licking and sucking it until Ariyona was bucking upon the bed. He drove his fingers back into her while his tongue continued its assault. He fingered her hard and fast until he felt her spasms clenching his fingers. He waited while Ariyona rode out her orgasm and just before it ended, he plunged his cock into her, building her up once again.

Ariyona could feel her orgasm approaching again as Jareth speared her over and over with his thick cock. He was riding her so hard that his pelvis hit upon her clit in just the right way. Before long, Ariyona was screaming out as she was hit by another intense orgasm. Jareth came soon after and she could feel as his hot seed shot into her, filling her. She hoped that indeed this time, a babe would form inside of her.

Once they were both spent, Jareth moved so he was lying beside Ariyona on the bed, turning her so she was cupped within his arms. Ariyona was relaxed, but the message about Kaya soon returned to her. Jareth held her as she cried herself to sleep, the fear for her friend more than she could handle this night. Jareth continued to stroke her hair and whisper soothing words into her ear until he was assured she was truly asleep. Only then did he allow himself to relax and let sleep claim him.

On the morrow while on her daily pilgrimage to the meadow, Ariyona felt a fluttering in her mind and she was instantly alert. Firestorm and his son, Iceheart, landed in the meadow. Ariyona nearly cried with relief. Her first questions were for her children. After Firestorm assured her the twins were well, he went on to tell her many dragons were coming for an assault upon the mountains. He told her that word must be sent to Carillon for a coordinated attack to take place in two weeks. That would barely give them enough time to send word and assemble the troops, but it would have to do. Ariyona rode back to her husband to give him the news.

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Kaya awoke in a dark, damp cell. She didn’t know where she was or how she got there. She thought back to the last thing she could remember. She had been riding in her carriage, with her escorts on the way to meet the man her parents had chosen to be her husband. Her father would wait no longer and had chosen for her. She remembered how she had ranted and fought, but in the end, she knew she had to obey her father. Her true love was not coming and she was being sent off to marry some noble her father thought would be good for the family. His keep was close to the mountains, but he had assured her parents travel would be safe. He promised to have his men meet Kaya well away from the mountains.

When they had reached the meeting point, her future husband’s men were not there, but there was evidence of a battle, and her guards feared the worst. They were getting ready to make haste when they were attacked. That was it! The trolls had attacked them. It was coming back to her now. The half-breeds that Ariyona had described in her missives. Kaya and her maids had tried to hide, but suddenly one of the half-breeds, truman as Ariyona had called them, was standing before them. Kaya looked at him and experienced a strange sensation deep within her. She could not pull her eyes away until one of her maids screamed. Kaya turned and saw the maid was being dragged away by a troll. Kaya stood to run to the girl’s aid, and the truman tried to grab her arm. Kaya shrieked and ran, the truman right behind her.

Crashing through some bushes, Kaya tripped on a root as her foot tangled in the bush. She tried to untangle herself; she knew she had to get up quickly, but the truman stood above her. Kaya tried to scream but no sound came out as their eyes once again locked. “You are Mine,” he growled.

Kaya tried to crawl away from the truman. His hands circled her waist and he pulled her to her feet, his arm crushing her to his body. Kaya could feel his manhood through her gowns, and it sent heat radiating through her body to her womanhood. She couldn’t understand this feeling, especially as she was about to be captured and who knew what would befall her. Once again she tried to scream. The creature brought a cloth to her face. Kaya smelled a strange aroma, the world went black, and then she awoke in this cell.

Kaya now knew she was in the depths of the mountains, a captive of the trolls. Her head ached still from whatever she had inhaled on the cloth, but she dragged herself to the bars of the cage. She could hear weeping in the cage across from her. “Talia, is that you? Are you well?”

There was some shuffling in the other cell and soon Kaya could see her maid, Talia. The girl did not look good and her garments were rent. She began weeping in earnest. “One of the trolls,” she gasped, “he…he…oh, it is too horrible!”

The girl could say no more, but from Ariyona’s missives, she could imagine what had befallen her maid. One of the trolls must have mated with her. Kaya shuddered. Was that fate to befall her as well? What of the truman whose eyes she had locked with? Why did he make her feel so strangely? Kaya could think of no words to comfort the girl who had dragged herself back to her pallet. She sat back down upon her own pallet, wrapping her arms tightly around herself.

A short time later, she heard voices approaching and she saw the truman who had captured her alongside one other. She compared their faces, and saw that her captor was not as ugly as the other one. In fact, his features were good to look upon. He looked at Kaya, and she experienced that strange feeling yet again. The truman pulled his gaze away turning to the other one who had a ring of keys.

“Open her cell. I will take responsibility for this one. She is coming with me.”

The ugly truman unlocked the cell door and put irons on Kaya’s wrists. He attached these to a chain, which he gave to her captor, yanking her roughly to her feet as he did so. Kaya saw her captor glare at the ugly one at his savage treatment of her, but he said nothing. He took the chain and began to head away from the cells. Kaya looked over to Talia’s cell, worried about her, and wondering about the other two maids that had been with her.

Her captor didn’t speak a word to her as they walked through many stone corridors. They passed a large open space, which Kaya guessed was the great hall that Ariyona had described. Here, they ran into another truman.

“Brother, what are you doing with this she-bitch?” the truman queried.

“I am claiming her for my own,” her captor growled, fire blazing in his eyes. “I captured her and I will have her.” He stood as if ready to fight for possession of her if necessary.

The other truman laughed, “Then you may have her, brother. My gift to you. It will be interesting to see the offspring, one of us with a human. We have only bred full trolls with the bitches before.”

Kaya’s heart sank. She knew she was going to be taken against her will.

Her captor led her to his chambers. He took her inside and Kaya looked around. There was a fire burning in the hearth and a few candles to light the otherwise dark room. Two chairs sat near the fireplace and off to one side was a bed. A small table was near the wall not far from the fire. Her captor led her to one of the chairs and entreated her to sit. Kaya obeyed, even though her heart was beating rapidly in her chest. She thought of Ariyona and how she had been strong each time she had been captured and Kaya vowed to herself to do the same. Part of her mind wanted to scream with fear but Kaya kept that locked away as best as she could.

The truman approached her. “I will not hurt you. If you promise not to run, I will remove your chains. Do I have your word?” Kaya nodded and he removed the irons from her wrists, using a key the ugly one must have given him. She rubbed at her wrists now bruised from the cuffs. Kaya glanced at the door to his chambers. This did not go unnoticed. “You will not find your way through the tunnels should you try. Remember, you gave your word.” He sat in the other chair, facing Kaya.

For a few minutes, neither spoke. Finally the truman looked up from the fire, as if coming to some decision. “You intrigue me,” he began. “I had not thought of taking a mate until I saw you in the field. When I looked into your eyes, I felt as if you should be mine, as if it was fate. I am called Grosh. What is your name?”

Kaya didn’t answer as she was stuck on his words about being fated to be together. The way he described it, was akin to what happened between Ariyona and Jareth. But no, Kaya could not be destined to be with this creature. He wasn’t even human! Kaya shook her head. Grosh got up and poured a drink holding it out to Kaya, but she did not take it.

“Please, lady. It is your drink called mead. I have developed a taste for it. It is not poisoned if that is what you fear.” Kaya took the drink. She was so parched from her ordeal and she didn’t know how long she had slept. It was good mead, and Kaya drank every last drop. Grosh sat again. “Tell me your name.”

Kaya looked at him, but would not look into his eyes. She focused on his chin and his lips, his luscious lips. She did not want to talk to him. She warred with herself and though she wished to remain silent, she felt compelled to respond. “I am Kaya,” she admitted at last.

“Kaya. That is a lovely name and you are a lovely human. Do you feel the pull as I do? Do you know that we are destined to be mates?”

“I don’t know,” Kaya responded. “I cannot mate with you. You are not human and I have already been promised to another. I was on the way to meet with my future husband when you attacked my caravan.” Kaya tried to think about her intended, but her thoughts kept coming back to Grosh. She tried to fight the feelings that threatened to take her over.

“We belong together. I feel it. I think you do as well. This other man is not important. You are Mine,” Grosh insisted with a low growl.

“No, no,” Kaya protested. “You are not a man. You are not human. It cannot be.” Kaya thought about his words, he claimed her as his. When he said that, Kaya felt her pussy clench with desire and her juices begin to flow. She tried to deny the feelings, tried to lock them away, but having Grosh gazing at her, prevented her from doing so. She was becoming confused. How could she be fated to mate with a monster? He wasn’t human. She said that over and over in her head.

Grosh sat beside her. “I know you will need time to adjust to this. Know you this, I will not take you—I will not touch you—until you come to me willingly. All I will ask is that you talk with me so I may get to know you and you me. Mayhap we are meant to bring our people together and end this war. Also you will not try to run. Oft times, I will need to leave these chambers. I do not wish to have to chain you. The door will be locked and a guard without, but you will be able to roam freely within the room as long as you behave. If you cannot agree to this, then when I leave, I must bind you.”

Kaya agreed to Grosh’s terms, not wishing to be chained again. He brought her some food and she ate hungrily. They sat and talked for a while, albeit Grosh did most of the talking. Kaya still tried denying her feelings by reminding herself that Grosh was not human. She avoided looking in his eyes as she lost reason whenever she did. After a time, she became weary. Kaya glanced over at the bed, and horror entered her eyes. This did not go unnoticed by Grosh.

“The bed is yours, my lady. I will sleep on the floor by the fire. I have given my word not to touch you until you are ready. Please, lay down,” he requested.

The bed was softer than it looked, for which Kaya was glad. She laid down and watched as Grosh took a blanket and laid before the fireplace. She truly hoped he kept to his word as she was very tired and didn’t wish to wake and find him atop her. Her exhaustion won out over her fears and soon she was fast asleep.

For the next few days, they had an easy truce. They ate and talked together in the mornings. Grosh left to do whatever was needed and Kaya kept herself busy in Grosh’s chambers. She noticed he had brought her books from her wagon, so she spent most of her day reading. He had also brought her some of her clothes so she had clean gowns each day, though she had no maid to lace her into the bodices, so those she left off. In what Kaya assumed was evening, Grosh would return with their meal. They would talk some more then Kaya would retire to the bed while Grosh slept on the floor.

Kaya told Grosh about Ariyona and Mari and their life in Carillon. He seemed interested in life outside of the mountain, as he had rarely ventured into the daylight. He always asked her for more stories, saying that her life was very interesting. There were times Kaya was sure he must be bored hearing all she had to say, yet he was enraptured. Grosh in turn told Kaya of life within the mountain. He was careful not to mention the taking of human females and what had been done to them. He was afraid if he reminded Kaya of this, she would pull away from him and all their forward progress would be ruined. He told how there was always hard work to be done, how food was scarce and that fights were many. Life within the mountain was not an easy existence.

On one morrow after she had been there about a fortnight, as Grosh stood to leave, Kaya stopped him. “Can you please stay with me this day?” She would not look at him as she spoke the words yet Grosh could hear the desire and the fear in her words.

Grosh came to Kaya and raised her face to meet his, their eyes met. Suddenly Kaya forgot to remind herself that he wasn’t human, it didn’t seem to matter. His eyes drew her in and her heart reached out to him. Grosh leaned in closer and their lips met. Kaya felt lost, she opened her mouth and Grosh’s tongue invaded her. She pulled away, breathing heavily. She reached out to stroke Grosh’s face, feeling the texture of his green-tinted skin, it was smooth and soft, not having been toughened by the sun. Grosh turned his head, kissing her palm and moving up her arm. He unlaced the front of her gown and pushed it to the floor, helping her step out of the skirts before he kicked it aside. She stood naked before him and he marveled at her beauty. Kaya didn’t object even though part of her mind said she should. His long troll fingers stroked her skin, igniting fires where he touched her.

When his fingers brushed the peaks of her breasts, Kaya gasped aloud. She asked for more and Grosh happily complied. He put his mouth to one luscious mound drawing her nipple in, biting, nipping, and licking it. Kaya thought she would die from the pleasure. She pushed away from him, to regain her senses. Part of her mind was still screaming this wasn’t right, but that part was quickly becoming overwhelmed and quenched. Kaya placed her hands on his garments, and as Grosh stood absolutely still, she removed his clothes. His manhood leapt out, and Kaya gasped. It seemed he had more troll than human there, and she wondered if she’d be able to take his girth and length within her. Once he was fully unclothed, Kaya dropped to her knees and began to stroke Grosh’s shaft. This time it was his turn to gasp and moan. When Kaya placed her mouth on the tip, it was all Grosh could do to remain on his feet. It was his turn to gently push Kaya away.

With no effort at all, Grosh picked Kaya up and carried her to his bed. For a moment, her mind lit on the fact that she was unwed, and that she would be sullied if this continued. In the next moment, when Grosh began kissing her mouth, she no longer cared. Her husband-to-be, if he even still lived, would not want her now, but she only wanted Grosh anyway. Kaya was on fire, she couldn’t get enough of Grosh’s touch.

Kaya got a little frightened when he moved himself between her legs. “Please,” she whispered. “I am untouched, be gentle.”

Grosh whispered soothing words in her ear. He kissed her mouth and his tongue invaded hers. She met him stroke for stroke with her tongue as he deepened the kiss. He moved down and took one of her breasts into his mouth and Kaya arched her back, wanting more. Grosh moved to her other breast and sucked upon that one as well. He moved further downward, kissing her belly until he reached her mound. Kaya didn’t know what he was going to do next.

Kaya gasped aloud as she felt his tongue stroke her slit. Using his fingers, Grosh parted her pussy lips. “You are so beautiful,” he marveled. Then he attacked her clit with his tongue, licking and sucking upon her little nub making Kaya scream in ecstasy. She began to thrash upon the bed as Grosh inserted two fingers into her and began to pump back and forth while he continued his attack upon her clit. Suddenly Kaya felt something building within her; feelings she had never experienced before. It increased in intensity until she felt a firestorm within as waves of rapture coursed through her.

Grosh didn’t give her much time to recover before he moved up between her legs so the head of his cock was at the entrance to her hole. She felt him push in a little and she gasped at the thickness of him as he slid in. She was still feeling aftershocks of passion from her very first orgasm, as she now knew it was. Soon she felt a sharp pain as Grosh fully entered her. Pleasure soon washed over her and her body was consumed with waves of ecstasy as they moved together. It seemed forever that they were joined, but soon she felt the pressure build again. She knew she was going to come again. She felt a tension building in Grosh as well and as she came, his hot seed shot into her depths. He rolled off her and wrapped his arm around her, drawing her close. They were exhausted, and fell asleep snuggled together. Kaya was no longer concerned that Grosh wasn’t human, nor that her life would never be the same again. She knew not what would happen to her, but as long as Grosh was at her side, she would be happy.

They spent several happy fortnights together within the mountain. Kaya could barely think about the time before Grosh had come into her life. The world outside the mountains didn’t exist for her now. The war didn’t exist. She knew not that plans had been made to attack the mountains, nor that her world would soon change. She wanted nothing more than to remain in Grosh’s arms. She almost forgot her family and friends were worrying about her and she certainly never thought upon he who was her intended. He no longer existed to her.