God, why hadn't he seen it sooner? He had been so engrossed with Ara, he had pushed aside the visions to give her his upmost attention. His precious Ara... But they were right. The world had fucked him up so bad... and he didn't give a shit. He'd made his decision.
Then again, reckless decisions are what lead him to get into this mess.
They lead him, more like dragged him, forcefully to the barren ocean's crest where the sun's bright rays dipped peacefully beneath the horizon line. If one's taste was more toward the scenery of dirt, earth molded rocks, and endless waters, one might find the scene quite beautiful. Yet to Luka's eyes, the world he called home laid proof to the fact of its death; devoid of life beyond the time demons existence. There were no plant life. No animals. Even the sky itself was a darker hue of deep blue regardless of the sun's radiance. Truly, the Beginning of Time was a great wasteland.
The two assailants shoved him to his knees into the soft waves of the ocean's waters. He shivered only slightly at the cold touch of the rippling tides, but that would be the only sign of weakness he would portray. With the Limiter still intact, Luka shrouded his feeling of vulnerability beneath a veil of contempt. He was staring at the only people who could kill him. And he was near powerless to defend himself or escape. He hissed vengefully as he was shackled by modern day police cuffs and he saw in his peripherals an individual with a collar. Electric.
The largest of the two demons who collected Luka stepped into his vision and knelt before him. Luka recognized the blond only because he was a supporter of Mace. He could only assume the bald bastard was one as well.
"You know why we brought you here?" Luka made to answer, only to receive a crushing blow in his jaw as the demon punched him. Luka returned his cold, hardened stare to the blond, shifting his jaw until it snapped back into place. The demon grunted. "For the murder of Mace Lanterogue... and..." He threw another punch from the opposite side; Luka spat out a trickle of blood forming at the corner of his mouth. "For ignoring your duties as our rightful ruler."
Oh yea. Forgot that little tidbit. Damn, how had they survived without him? Luka growled as the other demon handed the blond the electric choker, designed to keep him from screaming for help. Not that anyone would come. If this was a tribe decision, no one would bother coming to save him. He was going to die. His blood ran cold as ice shot down his spine at this realization. No... after I just saved Ara... I have to be there for her!
A blow square in the face crippled Luka and stopped him from struggling against his restraints. The blond demon laughed in delight. Fucker. This wasn't torture... this was his execution. It was going to be a long one, at that. The demon opened the choker, a sneer contorting his rugged face.
"Any last words?"
The bald demon grabbed Luka's hair by the fistful and pulled his head back, exposing his scar ridden neck to the blond to better apply the electric collar. Luka grunted, mentally cursing and fucking them over to the deepest pits of hell, but he remained calm. Make your last words count, Luka. For Ara...
He closed his eyes, concentrating, his face that of pure serenity. The sweat ran lightly over his broad chest as it rose and fell with every breath, the rising tide soaking him up to the waist, and his focus entirely on that of Ara. Yes, he'd made his decision... and he was going to go through with it no matter what.
Taking in a deep breath, he spoke with clairvoyant certainty as he sealed the bond. "Until the very end of time."
Ara sat against the cold damp wall. She had let them escape. . . her last chance of hope was gone. And just when she had given up, she felt an overwhelming surge of power. A quiet gasp left her lips as she realized Luka must have finished his bond. All his emotions, his thoughts, . . her entire being focused solely on his.
ReplyDeleteInstantly the need to save him overpowered everything else. I will protect him. . . I will! Little did the young wolf know she had begun to draw upon the very power unique only to a time demon. The only thoughts that ran through her mind were those of how to get to Luka. The sense of urgency to get to his side as quickly as possible fueled this hidden technique and in an instant young Ara felt herself falling through the chasms of time itself. She landed with a gasp onto soft sands. Her gaze took in her surroundings, glancing over barren lands and a vast ocean.
"Ara?" Her head snapped in Luka's direction. The men that stood on either side of him stared at her, their gazes betraying the excitement they felt. Yet the young wolf paid no mind to them. Her golden eyes were soley focused on Luka. He showed a face of utter disbelief. As if he could not take in the fact that she was there. Why? Before she could even begin to think of a reason the blond male lunged for her.
"Ara!" Luka's voice rang vaguely in the background as she sidestepped the attack. Shift! her mind screamed but her body would not obey. Besides the fact that she was severely dehydrated and weakened, young Ara was still too young to call upon her wolf at will. She was in the state where it was only summoned during heightened moments of emotion. If there was anytime it would be now for the wolf to emerge, yet it stood back stubbornly. Ugh! She jumped away from the next array of attacks. The bald man laughed, "Come on Conner! The little bitch is showing you up!" Conner hissed at the bald man before landing a heavy blow to her stomach. The breath was completely knocked out of her as she fell to her knees. He knelt in front of her, his rough hands grabbing a fistful of her hair, painfully pulling her head back to look at him.
"I am going to enjoy killing you in front of him." Try it. She shifted. Her sudden transformation stunned the man slightly, giving her the opening she needed. In a quick move, her razor sharp teeth found the soft flesh of his neck. He fell limply to the floor. One down. . . one to go.
Though she was roughly the size of a large dog, Ara still held all the ferocity and determination of an adult wolf.
"Oh, feisty little brat aren't you." She growled low within her throat as she stalked towards them. She could feel Luka's concern, its ok Luka, I will get us out of this. She didn't know if he could actually hear her but suddenly it didn't matter because she was pulled back. What the heck! Turning her head back she saw the blond get up, a slow creepy smile played across his face. Oh. . .this shit just got real. . . Knowing she was no match for him she dashed towards Luka. The man began his pursuit all the while the bald man grinned smuglishly. Ara had no idea what she was doing, she merely let her wolf take over and it seemed to draw upon yet another hidden power... what the hell? It was different from the one before. Small erratic sparks of electricity flashed around her as her wolf sped up. Wha- Before her thought was even finished she felt herself take her human form once again. Her small body slammed into Luka's and instantly they were thrown into oblivion.
His breath caught and for the slightest moment he felt as though he were being pulled into a vacuum. Sweet air filled his lung in an instant and he gasped for his breath as both he and Ara landed upon soft earth. He was dazed, for a second, but he quickly regained his wits when he noticed the odd arrangement of the cosmos. Luka's eyes flickered this way and that, and a strange foreboding consumed him as he slowly came to a realization.
ReplyDeleteThey weren't on Earth anymore.
"God... Luka, your eyes are so beautiful." He froze, a stronger shock paralyzing his muscles as he felt Ara's warm body lying upon his. She leaned into his line of sight and what the hell happened? Her face was more defined, older, her lips so pink, her cheeks so rosy... It was exactly as he remembered her. His eyes feasted upon her, half wondering what had caused this and half close to not giving a shit. He caught her garments with his gaze and realized frighteningly, lustfully, that she was still wearing the clothes she'd worn when she was seven... or, at least, what was left of them. The dress, which had once been clear down to her knees, now barely covered the glorious swell of her breasts exposing her slender abdomen. The underwear she'd worn underneath cut into her like a thong... squeezing her, dividing her... No! Stop!
But his hunger was starting to consume him, his grip on his nature starting to slip... and as if fate could not be more in a giving mood, the Limiter began to crumble for, he internally cursed, it could not apply to timelines beyond that of Earth... since that was the one he was constrained to. And as she sensed this lust he attempted to bury, her fingertips caressed his bare chest still soaked in water and sweat. Each touch sent his heart racing in both fear and unreserved lust and, if he felt vulnerable before, it was nothing to what he felt now. He was half naked, his hands restrained, his entire body damp and her warm, slender, firm figure hovered over him.
Talk about subliminal messaging. As if the worlds and all the cosmos were just egging him to take her. And, the last of his strength being spent on restraining the demon within, he was starting to consider listening to them.
She had no idea what she was feeling. An unknown need began to arise within her and it threatened to take her sanity. Still, she could not help but run a light touch over Luka's muscular body. She heard his sharp intake of breath as her hand traveled down the grooves of his abs, lower still until she reached his newly found erection.
ReplyDelete"What... A..Ara.." His voice shook slightly. A thrill shot through Ara as she heard a moan escape his lips. He arched his hips upward, meeting her every touch and stroke. Thats right Luka. . .Oh. . . I like this. A wicked smile played across her lips as instinct took over.
Leaning in slowly, carefully, she took his lips into hers. A soft sigh left her as she felt his tongue stroke hers. Their kiss deepened, becoming more urgent, demanding. A low growl resounded from Luka as he struggled against the hand cuffs. With a small laugh she pulled away from his lips, her own traveling down to his neck.
"Ara!" Her name was a gasp as she ran her hot tongue over the outline of the scar that adorned his neck. Her hips began to move, rubbing against him.
"Oh. . . fuck. . . you're so. . .wet" Luka rasped against her.
"Only for you Luka." As if to further torture him she leaned up, straddling his hips. His eyes began to flicker yellow, sweat covered his magnificent body as he strained for control.She was determined to making him scream her name. She wanted to claim him, take him and mark him. Although she had no idea what she was asking for when she began to slowly undo the button of his pants.
He never even said a word, his ocean blue eyes merely tracked every movement she made.
"Ara. ." It was a warning, but she didn't care. It was as if she had been waiting her entire life for this moment. As if she could no longer wait for him to make the first move. She traveled down his body, placing soft tender kisses as she did. When she finally reached her target she felt Luka tense. Her breath was hot and wet against him.
"W..wait... Ar-" He groaned as her tongue softly stroked his erection. "Oh. . . fuck." Her smile couldn't have been any bigger.
With a shaking breath Ara said, "I want you Luka. I want you to take me. . ." Her golden gaze met his, "I want to make you mine."
God... God fucking dammit. He grit his teeth as Ara's mouth enveloped his cock, caressing it sweetly, savagely, with her tongue. Gasping with every squeeze, every suck, he shivered as he ejaculated during his climax. Ara gasped for air, mouth oozing white liquid, and then he snapped. In an instant, Ara was thrown to her back as Luka's demonic canines ripped at her clothes, tearing her dress-shirt in two as her magnificent breasts burst from the restraint of cloth. Breathless, he latched onto one, feeling the goosebumps puckering her nipple. His airy laugh sent shivers through her body and fuck, how his dick ached to be inside her. He forced himself downward, Ara's lustful breaths encouraging him onward. Damn, he wanted to touch her, caress her, grope her... Guess he had to improvise.
ReplyDeleteHe grabbed the soaked, stretched panties; licking, tearing it apart. Sweet Jesus... her arousal was like that of honey. If he hadn't been waiting for so long, for Ara to be his and only his, to have her want him too, he would've gone on to torture her and invade her with his tongue and taken in her sweet taste as she had done him. But he couldn't wait. She was ready.
He shot her a wicked canine smile before he thrust into the folds of hot, wet flesh. She yelped, shivering violently as she repeated a breathy, “Oh!” She made to grasp her arms around his back, but his restrained arms prevented this. She hadn’t the chance to show displeasure as he delved into her once more.
“Luka,” Ara moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair. “… Touch me.”
And as if on command, Luka disintegrated the cuffs binding his wrists and devoured her entirely as he caressed her, squeezed her, and held her firmly in his grasp as he thrust deeper into her core.
"Harder!" Ara cried out, even after all the orgasms and pleasure she was feeling she wanted more. She wanted all of Luka, demon and all.
ReplyDeleteLuka took hold of her hips as he pounded into her. His canines grazed the tender skin on her neck, sending shivers of excitement through her. Her nails dug deep into his back urging him on.
"Ara." His voice was laced thickly with an air of demonic power. But she wanted him to scream.Her. Name.
She flipped him over onto his back and straddled his hips. Luka watched her intently through a hooded gaze. His eyes no longer the beautiful blue shade,no. . now they reflected the bright yellow of his inner demon. An evil smile played across her lips as she rocked slowly against him. His clawed fingers dug into her hip as he met each stroke with his own. "I want you to scream Luka. . . scream my name." He growled in response, as if challenging her to gain that reward. Her golden gaze met his, the fires of their passion burned deep within their depths. Very well then. . .She pumped her hips up and down his cock. When he ached his hips to thrust himself deeper within she moved up, denying him that sweet pleasure.
"Ara. . . be very careful." But she didn't heed his warning. She was determined to hear her name being yelled by this wonderful demon.
In response Ara dug her nails into his broad chest, drawing out his blood. She bent low, her eyes never leaving his as she swiped her tongue over the scratches. He hissed when she dragged her nails down his abdomen, repeating the same torture until she reached him once again.
"Not this time." He made to stop her but she was determined and stubborn. Growling she pushed him back down, jumping onto him once more. A clawed hand poised over his throat.
She ticked at him, "Bad Luka. . ."She said playfully.
"Holy. . ." His reaction brought satisfaction to her as she moved back down his slick body. When she finally reached her target, she flicked her hot tongue over him once more. He hissed even as his hips rocked up slightly to meet her mouth. She suckled, licked, even grazed her fangs lightly over his cock.
She gazed up at him only to find that he was biting his lip. Bastard seriously was going to be hard wasn't he? No matter, I will get my way. Her mouth found him again, repeating the same process, her hands gliding down so that her nails dug into his thighs.
A shiver ran through him and she could tell he was close to that release. . . so she stopped.
"The fuck! No!" A demonic roar ripped through the air as Luka made her aware of his disappointment. She laughed breathily before returning to the torture. She did this for hours, relishing in the control she had over him.
"Say it." She would command.
"No" he would moan.
Anytime he would try to take over, she would punish him by scratching or biting him.
"Say it."
"..n..No." when she heard the way his voice quivered that time she knew she was oh so close.
Time for the win. As she stroked his straining erection, one of her hands founder own heated core. She moaned as she stroked herself, using the same rhythm as she used for Luka.
"What the fu-" Luka threw his head back as his lust merged with hers. She sent wave after endless wave of pleasure to him. And just when he was about to find that long delayed release, one that would promise such ecstasy and satisfaction, she stopped.
"Say it!"
"Fuck.. damn IT!!!" He moved once more to finnish what she started but she snarled, pinning him back down, she clasped her hand over his neck.
"Bad Luka. . ."
"Having fun?" She gasped as she felt light, strong hands hold her abdomen as a cool, damp body lined upon her back. She felt hovering between her legs his erection beneath her own heated core. A sneer lined Luka's face as she growled in frustration, having realized he was feeding her nothing but visions... if things had gone her way. She glanced out her peripherals; meeting the gaze of her true demonic mate. "I told you to be careful," he growled and Ara trembled as his voice boomed through her body. He buried his face in her hair, it's sweet floral scent intoxicating him; his hands travelling and caressing her slick, slender body. She moaned, one hand running through Luka's hair and the other attempting to guide Luka's hands to her core but even with firm tugs on his arms he did not move an inch from his predetermined path.
ReplyDelete"Luka..." His body tingled, breathing joyously as she began struggling frantically in frustration. His hands lingered, growing lighter and the subtle touch drew goosebumps on Ara's body.
"Come now, Ara," he breathed, his canines gliding across her neck. "Scream for me."
And when a wicked smile crossed Ara's face, Luka purred in anticipation. This was going to be FUN.
"Make me, Luka." She moaned. A thrill ran through her as she welcomed the fight for dominance. Luka had no idea what this position entitled, it was one of utter power, and should she have been a submissive wolf she would have let him take her this way. . . but she wasn't. If he wanted her this way, if he wanted her to scream for him, he would have to fight for it.
ReplyDeleteWith a playful growl she dug her claws into his side, but he did not so much as flinch. His hold, firm and steady on her. She heard a breathily laugh come from him, his excitement at her struggles. Her wolf relished in the way he was dominating her, Ara on the other hand was determined. She would have been anyway had Luka not made it nearly impossible for her to concentrate. He drove her insane as he gently began to rub against her, teasing her, tempting her to give into him. The only way she managed to keep from screaming out his name was to bite down on her lower lip. Though, this was to little avail since short gasps left her lips.
"What's wrong Ara? Too much for you?" She snapped at him in response, and even as frustration settled she found herself arching into him. Feeling the hard muscles that lined his abdomen, his soft cool skin. It was enough to send shivers down her spine.
"Touch me, Luka." She demanded. She wasn't sure he would comply, he seemed bent on drawing out the torture and that only angered her further.
That's right, my little wolf, snickered Luka as he rubbed the circumference of her opening with the head of his cock. You are mine. A strangled moan escaped her, along with a flood of arousal drenching him where he knelt. He shivered in her fluids, her hands tugging on his arms stronger than before but it was still not enough.
ReplyDelete"Luka..." she gasped, her face going red with the frustration of a desired release. No good. You have to scream it, Ara. Holding her with great ease in one hand, he reached down and encased his dick with his hand. Ara gasped as he slowly stroked himself, picking up the tempo with every passing second. She writhed underneath him, attempting to take advantage of the fact he was grasping her with only one arm but, with immense anger, it was all to no avail. He cackled as he ejaculated, spraying his seed across her backside. She trembled, repeating his name continuously in broken whispers and arching her body against him as tightly as possible. He felt her sex swell marvelously, throbbing against his own eager cock.
He leaned upright, shifting his hands to her hips, hearing her labored gasps fill his ears like glorious music. He rocked against her, rubbing her but never entering. Her whimpers sent thrills of lust and dominance through him.
"Dammit!" she screamed, and as he readied to thrust into her and grant her the sweetest release yet, she arched forcefully against him. Both of them cried out in wonderful, agonizing pleasure, each having simultaneously belched each others names. The waves of their orgasms reduced them to the floor, Ara pinned underneath Luka, the both of them shivering, moaning, engulfed in their release. Reaching the end of their climaxes, Luka leaned into Ara's ear, whispering, "I love you, my little wolf." She sighed, small flickers of lust emanating from her and he moaned, her hand traveling down her front to his sex. Even after all the hours of endless passion, she wanted more. He grinned, ready to meet her demands and more, until a voice struck through his mindset and nearly froze him where he lie.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" rasped a male voice.
Yep. Toto wasn't in Kansas anymore.