Embrace of the Lycan - Chapter 6

Chapter 6
He sighed heavily, and for a moment she was worried that she had perhaps intruded too far into his privacy.

‘I told you that I was recently emancipated from my ... employer. His name was Viktor, and he had raised me in his household since I was a boy, but I was raised as a slave. His family and mine came from the same ancestor, yet my family were slaves. I was treated slightly better than my men down there, raised above them, but not in a position of privilege, more like a pet.

He continued, ‘Viktor had a daughter, Sonja.’

‘Ahh... ,’ Krisztina nodded. ‘I guessed that there was a woman in there somewhere’.

‘Sonja and I were very much in love,’ he continued. ‘We conducted our affair in secret, as her father would have killed me if he knew. I decided to no longer remain under his rule, and instigated a revolt. My men and I were free of his shackles, but my love was being held captive. I went back to the castle, to free her, but it was a well laid trap. Viktor used Sonja as bait to capture me and threatened her life in order to coerce compliance from me. Sonja bravely stood up to her father, declaring her love for me publically, and also...,’ he swallowed the emotion beginning to rise in his throat. ‘Also, she announced that she was carrying my child.’

Krisztina gasped, and put a hand up to her mouth in surprise, then returned it to her lap where she entwined her fingers with Lucian’s.

‘What did Viktor do?’ she asked in a hushed voice.

‘He killed her,’ he said as he looked up into Krisztina’s eyes. ‘Her betrayal in his eyes was deplorable. He killed her, for loving me.’ Tears were now flowing freely from his eyes, and Krisztina was moved by his story. She moved to her knees and knelt in front of him, and pulled him to her breast throwing her arms around him. He lay with his head against her sun-warmed skin, extremely grateful for this gentle creature and the comfort she offered.

She kissed the top of his head, and squeezed him harder. He squeezed her back, and lifted his head to look at her. She was crying too. The look in her eyes changed slightly then. She bent her head down, and kissed him gently, on the lips. When he didn’t pull away, she kissed him again, firmer this time. He responded to the kiss, Sonja’s face appearing in his mind’s eye, and he responded to the kiss even more. He crushed her lips against his, and felt her tongue tentatively brush against him, and he opened up to welcome the intrusion.

Sonja. Sonja. Her name rang in his head. The warm kisses he was receiving reminding him of those stolen moments of bliss, when he was able to be with his love. He thought of her, while he was kissing Krisztina and imagined it was Sonja that was now lying back underneath him.

His hands roamed over the front of the bodice. With some concentration and dexterity was able to loosen it enough to get his hands underneath. His mind was still picturing Sonja, but the flesh felt very different. It did not feel hard, and muscular. It was not the battle hardened flesh of a warrior, but the toned muscle that comes of hard labour. Firm, yet soft, and yielding. The breasts were much fuller, and the nipples were large and hardened under his ministrations.

He wanted to think of Sonja, but found that the obvious physical differences were making this increasingly difficult, and actually found himself looking directly at Krisztina. Those wide brown eyes met his with such openness and trust, how could he not be moved by it. It was Krisztina that he was making love to, and he realised it was Krisztina he wanted to make love to. Lying there beneath him was a truly beautiful woman.

Krisztina pushed the leather waistcoat off his shoulders, and sat up with him to assist him in its removal. Before lying back down, she deftly removed her corset. Lucian had already broken the cord fastening up her skirts, and she was left in just her shift.

She ran her fingers through the hair on his chest, and marvelled at how good he felt. His body was bronzed and toned, from his days in the smith, as well as his combat training. Krisztina had watched in secret a few times while he and his men practiced sparring in the fields.

He pushed himself out of his trousers. Finally, he gently pulled her shift over her head, and the two of them sat there looking in wonder at each other’s naked bodies.

They made love gently, and Lucian was eminently tender. He made sure that Krisztina enjoyed the whole experience, and he found that giving her pleasure pleased him too. She sighed and moaned gently while he kissed and caressed her all over, and when he entered her she was gasping for him to give her satisfaction. Hearing her reach her climax was his cue to let himself go.

They continued to lay joined together, until he was completely soft again. They lay on the ledge overlooking the village. Lucian held her tenderly and the two of them drifted in and out of sleep. Eventually, the afternoon drew on and the day’s temperature dropped. It would soon be getting dark so reluctantly, Krisztina self consciously started to dress. She did her utmost to keep her eyes on the ground while Lucian dressed, and then the two of them silently walked back to the inn.

There was an awkward silence from Krisztina, and Lucian realised that she probably didn’t know what to say after this. He wasn’t really sure how he felt about it either, other than it had been a thoroughly pleasurable experience. He realised that he probably had some duty of care towards her, and so asked if she wanted him to come in with her. She smiled, and laughed a little embarrassed, and said, ‘Only if you want to, do not think that you owe me anything.’

‘I want to,’ he added, not a hundred percent sure if what he was saying was true.

‘I want to thank you for trusting in me enough to tell me of Sonja, but I am still waiting to be told your other secret.’

‘What do you think you know, that I have not already told you?’ He seemed a little defensive.

She placed her hand on his arm, to try and reassure him. ‘I meet travellers fairly regularly, and they tell me of local events. I heard that the Lord that lived in the dark fortress to the east had disappeared, along with all his court and soldiers. Obviously, people are quite pleased by this and so they talk. There are rumours about that place, about how men are taken there ... and enslaved.’

She hesitated before continuing, ’They are changed in some way, ... changed into animals...’

‘..Not animals!’ He interrupted. He was not sure how she had figured out his Lycan nature, but was more surprised at her reaction.

As they headed nside both of them slightly distracted, they didn’t notice that there were people in the inn. Before either of them had a chance to react, they were jumped. A man grabbed Krisztina and held her arms behind her back with one arm, while the other arm held a knife to her throat. Three men struggled to hold Lucian, and he fought back with unbelievable strength.

‘Stop struggling, or we will cut her.’ Tibor came into view from the shadows at the back of the inn. ‘I need her in wedlock; she doesn’t have to be pretty. We could quite easily cut that pretty face and she would still serve my purpose.’

Lucian stopped struggling, and allowed his hands to be tied behind him, his teeth barred and face seething with anger. The men started to drag him out of the back of the inn, and onto their waiting horses.

Lucian yelled ‘Krisztina – do NOT tell the others – I want no bloodshed. Do you understand?’ Tibor slapped Lucian and told him to shut up.

She nodded through her tears. She knew that if Raze and the others heard what happened, they would pursue Lucian and his captors, and probably in their Lycan form, which would mean that any future in this village would be over.

After the other soldiers had left on their horses, Tibor sneered at her and said, ‘Do not worry, we will return him to you in roughly one piece - once we have taught him that he cannot speak to his betters like that without paying the consequences.’ Then he rode off after his men.