Alyssa placed her hands on her waist and laughed bitterly. “High hopes, you ass!” She turned to leave.
Tova grabbed her arm. “Don’t even provoke me this far that—”
“Fuck you Tova!” She spat and with force released her arms from his grip. She started to go towards the horses again.
He caught her from her waist and clamped her tight against his body. He picked her up in the air and despite her resistance, he took her to his tent. “Don’t provoke me Alyssa!” he yelled at her after placing her on her feet. “If my beast is going to rise, you will get in a lot of trouble!”
He knew that threat would put her in her place. She would bow down to his dominance.
The girl was planning on getting drunk and they had many miles to travel that day. And a tipsy mate was extremely alluring for his poor cock. Just the thought of taking his drunk mate made his shaft hard as steel. The witch must have cast a spell over him. Otherwise how could he lose control? “My liege,” Fenris said as he watched her along with Tova. “I think she is the most alluring woman I have ever seen!” “Don’t tell me she has cast a spell on you too?” he grated. “Does she even need to do that? She is too pretty for that. I mean look at her round, plump br—” “Shut up!” he growled. Those breasts were for him alone to suckle. No. He wouldn’t touch them… ever! Fenris became quiet. But seconds later he
Alyssa parted her legs more. Tova took another step forward, his eyes glued to her glistening folds. Before he could stop himself, he had lunged forward and knelt before her. He took her right leg and put it on his shoulder and his lips were now latched on her clit. His fangs grazed her over there and it was bliss. She squealed in ecstasy. He lifted her other leg and placed it on his shoulder. Alyssa lied on her back. He went down to her core and growled against it. “Mine.” As he licked her core, her legs tightened around his head. She shivered at his touch. She was dying to touch him. He took his thumb up and circled her clit as he sucked at her core. He parted her core and inserted his wicked tongue there. As he licked her taste, he opened h
Alyssa got up from there and walked away. She went to sit in a group of soldiers who were talking about their encounters in the past battles. When the lunch was over she went to pick her mare. However what she saw there was absolutely the most awkward situation. Tova’s stallion was merrily impregnating her mare and he… he was standing there under the shade of a canopy and watching them with his arms crossed across his chest. Alyssa stood there, rooted to the spot, her cheeks flaming red like coral and her breath hitched. Not knowing what else to do, she hid herself behind a tree’s trunk and waited till the adrenalin that had kicked in her ebbed. She was so annoyed with her mare and even more annoyed with Tova. “Damn the stallion!” she said as she punched the trunk. “Damn the mare,” came Tova’s immediate reply.
Both Alyssa and Fenris were too hungry. As soon as Trald served himself, they couldn’t wait and filled their plates with roasted duck and vegetables and cheese-stuffed potatoes, and just… ate. Mizette stared at the two, especially Alyssa with narrowed eyes. “So what was it that you had called me for?” asked Tova once again partly to understand the urgency of his parents and partly to divert his mother’s attention from Alyssa. “Son, I am growing old now,” said Trald. “Old? You look fit like a bull!” Tova exclaimed. Trald chuckled. “The thing is that your mother and I have waited for a long time for you to find your mate. That isn’t happening! We thought that you would marry a girl of your choice. And that too isn’t happening!”
Trald walked up to them. He held his wife’s shoulders and pulled her away from Tova. “Mizette, you know I don’t want to do that. That is why I have called Tova. This is my last card to play against Borgan. I am stretching my patience to the extent that I am willing to put my son in the line. What else can I do?” His voice was laced with sorrow.Mizette didn’t know what to say. She was aware of her husband’s tolerance. They loved their daughter and were doing best that was in their hand to keep her married and happy. The girl had three kids.Trald held Mizette’s hand and walked with her to their room.And Tova… he continued to stare at them until they disappeared. He grabbed his head in his hands and sat back on the chair. “Alyssa…” he mu
“Brother!”Tova looked at his sister and smiled, as he reached the table where breakfast was spread. He hugged her tightly when she came running to him with her youngest in her lap. He pressed a kiss of greeting to her cheek.“Tova, I have been waiting for you for a long time!” Melanie cried, as she stood there with excitement in his warm embrace. She pulled back to gaze at his face and said, “Brother, you look devilishly handsome!”He chuckled and tousled her hair. Suddenly he remembered what his parents had told about Borgan. It pained his heart.“Where did you sleep last night? I went to your room in the morning but didn’t find you there!” she asked.&
Melanie wiped a tear that rolled out from her eye. She continued “Magda ran back to her kingdom, Yezia, leaving a trail of emotional and physical injuries. Mother, father, Tova… they were in the worst condition. It took a lot of days for them to recover. Though Tova recovered soon, my father’s condition improved much later. As for my mother, she was unconscious for almost three weeks. Healers had given up on her. My father wouldn’t leave her for a minute. He would cry at what was done to him and to her. Eventually when she was out of her coma, she couldn’t walk without pain. It took almost six months for my mother to become healthy again. And Tova… he watched them, feeling miserable every moment of the day. The whole incident left a dent in his mind.” Melanie looked at her. “I hope now you understand why they hate witches. Please don’t judge them.” “Magda?” Alyssa whispered hoarsely.
A shudder raked Alyssa’s body and she pressed her face in her hands. This was the first time she was hearing about it. Tears flowed out unbridled. She had felt a strong connection when for the first time she saw the Averine Valley. Those white flowers were beautiful. How could fate be so cruel? She had ultimately found her father but to what future?She sobbed and sobbed until she was breathless, until her tears became dry, until knots formed in her stomach. Her chest ached and she didn’t know where the future would now take her. The pain in her was unbearable. It was like a thousand shards had stabbed her skin and then twisted. “What do I do Fenris?” she asked as her shoulders raked with tremors. “What do I do?”Fenris pulled himself in front of her and then wrapped his arms around her. “I am sorry Alyssa. Please