Kidnapped and Claimed by Lizzie Lynn Lee Page B

warrior behind me embraced me and licked the corner of my mouth. Both his hands were kneading my breasts, fingers plucking my erect nipples. He was also rubbing his hard shaft against my bare behind.
    “What will I become, sire?” My voice was hoarse.
    “What do you desire, sweet thing?”
    “Please let me go.”
    “I reckon you want to be fucked?”
    “Please…”
    Both of them laughed again.
    “She-elf knows to jest.”
    “Indeed.”
    “Make her come, then we shall bring our little captive to Aesterneum.”
    I was about to protest his decision, but the warrior before me was frenzied, rubbing the tip of his cock against my cunt. I could feel his cockhead teasing my needy ache, brushing from my slicked folds to my entrance. The heat of his virile flesh felt like hot coal, burning my sensitive sex into maddening pleasure. I begged him not to tease me anymore. He didn’t pay heed to my pleas. Instead, he kept torturing me until I was ambushed by a sudden climax. I was panting, reeling, trying to recollect myself whole. Both warriors praised me again, showering me with feather-light kisses as a reward.
    “Why do you not take me?”
    “You are not our woman… yet.”
    “There will be plenty of joining once you are lawfully ours, little one,” said the warrior behind me. He then kissed me again on the cheek, undid the magical binding on my wrists and ankles, and slowly lowered me onto the ground.
    Ours?
    I remembered the rumors that said the Khimerian shared their woman. All of a sudden dread filled me. Who else was going to share me? Only the two of them? What if there were more? I always wanted to know how it felt to sample nirvana, but the idea of being shared, being ravished by many men continuously was starting to scare me. The practice was uncommon in the land I came from. It was forbidden. Could I refuse them? Did I have any choice?
    For a long moment, I couldn’t do anything other than sit on the dewy grass until one of the warriors lifted me from the ground and seated me on his back; soon after I sensed he was shapeshifting into his centaur form.
    He took my hands and placed them on his waist, telling me to hold on tightly as he started galloping through the forest path. I sensed the other warrior also galloping just next to me, tailing in close range as if he wanted to prevent me from jumping to my escape. I didn’t dare think of jumping. I knew that foolishness would cost my life.
    I snuggled close to the warrior’s body. His bare back that joined with his stallion form brushed my tender sex; each time he galloped my cunt tingled from the mane. My briefly sated aches began to thrum again. Never in my life had I wanted a man to touch me as bad as I did right now. I tightened my grip around his waist as the pleasure began to build. I had a hard time concealing my moans.
    I involuntarily dug my nails into his waist. The warrior who bore me seemed to know what I was feeling. He caressed my thighs and quickened his pace. The rubbing sensation from his stallion mane on my clit caused me another orgasm. I thought I heard someone screaming, but then I realized it was my own voice. I gasped for air, panting.
    The ride continued for another hour and then they slowed down. The centaur carrying me announced that they had reached the heart of their dwelling. They stopped and talked in their native tongue. I heard some enchantments spoken. The sound of something enormous whispered. The warriors galloped again for a short distance until they abruptly stopped.
    My blindfold was loosened and I was allowed to see. I blinked and rubbed my eyes. The day was almost dark. Then, I saw them: the warriors. My jaw dropped low.
    The warrior who bore me was a palomino centaur. He had vivid, wavy golden hair, like noon sunrays, spilling past his elbows. His eyes were brilliant green, tinted with light amber. His jaw was prominent, manly and strong, amplifying his striking masculine looks. His sculptured body complimented with