The Green Goddess

The Green Goddess Part 3

Kylo's eyes suddenly snapped opened, he could hear the cocks crowing. He sat up quickly looking for the ethereal seductress who had ruled his body in the dark night hours before but alas, she was gone. He flopped back down. His mind replaying the way her lithe, beautiful body had worked him, had opened up for him. It sent a shiver down his spine remembering it all. Where had she gone? He sent his men to search for her yet again. hoping against hope she would be found.

But could he hope to keep an untamed creature like that captive? Would it break her will, would she snap and be destroyed like all others that had fallen in his wake? All he knew now was that this woman was no witch. She was very sensual and very unusual yes, but no witch, and after last night he wanted to possess her body and soul. To tell all men that this wondrous creature belonged to him and him alone. He stretched, after last night he felt so strong, so powerful. Like no man alive could beat him.

As the day wore on Kylo found himself becoming more and more desperate. His men informed him that no trace of the girl had been found by his patrols. He made offerings to the Gods in the hopes they might help him find her. The anger boiled up inside him. Who did she think she was, this Celtic bitch from the forest, playing with his mind so cruelly? Did she think she could just toy with him so? He who was the Tribune Kylo Tiberius Flavius Ren, who had never known defeat, never known failure!

Days passed and Kylo had fallen deep into a pit of seething rage. He had gone out with his patrols hoping to find anything they might have missed that might lead to Rey's whereabouts. How could one girl be so hard to find? The first time her eyes had bewitched him, but now that he had enjoyed her in her naked and free form, he wanted more of her, so much more. He wanted to chain her naked to his bed and fuck her senseless whenever he felt the need. He wanted her to pay for her cruelty, for the way she had made him feel.

Rey slept the days away and awoke at night to gather the forests bounty she needed to survive. She had, on occasion, been woken by the shouts of the Legion as they scouted the forest. She wondered who they looked for. The nearest villages were far off in the opposite direction to where her home was located. Every time she slept her dreams were awash with a pair of dark, penetrating eyes, hooded and lustful. She would touch herself and remember the way the big Roman Kylo had filled her. Her own attentions were never enough as she felt the deep ache down low in her belly, wanting him to fill her again and again.

Rey had been convinced that having him that night would clear her mind of him. She had been so wrong. All it did was intensify her need to feel his rough hands on her body, to press up against his hard, well defined mass. To look into those eyes that threatened to eat her whole and feel his big arms wrapped around her. The Roman dog had a hold over her the like of which she had never experienced before. He had not captured her physical body but he had certainly captured her mind, his chains wrapped around and ran through her every thought. No matter what she did she could not break free or find relief from him.

Another night came and Rey could stand it no more. She woke, agitated, sweating, an ache deep in her stomach, her skin itching. There was nothing else to do but steal into the Roman camp once more. When she found Kylo asleep she once again took a moment to study the features she found so appealing. Asleep like this the demon could easily pass for an angel. She quickly stripped and climbed under the furs behind him as he lay on his side.

She pressed up against his naked form, spooning him. One hand on his wide back and the other creeping around his waist, touching the hard muscles in his lower abdomen and slowly feeling every contour of him all the way up his massive chest. Suddenly he was awake! And the fear flashed through her like a bolt of lightning. His head flicking around, the dark hair flopping in his eyes as he came to the shock realisation the girl, HIS girl, was in his bed!

In a split second he had rolled over on top of her, pinning himself between her legs and staring deep into her green eyes, mesmerised. Her fingers brushed over his cheeks and touched his mouth. He kissed her finger tips as they landed on his lips. He knew he should lash her to something in his tent to stop her getting away again, but he could not bring himself to do it. The fact she was here again at all was a miracle. He suddenly felt a fury inside him at the thought of her being captured by anyone.

However much he had raged and called her vile names when he had not been in her presence, it all meant nothing now that she was here with him. He would not risk losing her for the sake of his selfish need to own her. A smile crept across her lips as he gently kissed her fingers, and he felt himself smiling back at her. How could this girl make him feel like his soul was soaring when she was with him and leave him so desolate and alone when she was not?

He found himself desperately wanting to please her. He moved in slowly, eyes roaming her face before he kissed her softly, her hand delicately placed on his cheek. His hands began to move over her and she heard a groan rise from deep in his throat, starting quietly and becoming louder as his lips began to crush down on hers, his mouth opening and his tongue prying her soft lips apart for him to greedily dip into her.

Tonight she would let him have his way, let him make all the moves. She wanted to be devoured by him, her whole body consumed by him. When his warm mouth kissed feverishly down her throat to her breasts she closed her eyes and arched her back, pushing her flesh into his mouth, wanting him to eat her. Threading her fingers through his hair and sighing her pleasure.

His big hand moved down over her mound, long fingers gently feeling the softness of her, the wetness between the folds. Feeling the heat coming off her. He pressed down with his palm against her sex, kneading it rhythmically as a long finger dipped into her wet heat. She whispered, "Yes," against his ear, so quietly as his lips moved along her shoulder that he wasn't sure if she had just sighed or had actually spoken to him. He lifted his head to look at her. He had been too afraid to speak lest it break the spell and she evaporate before his very eyes. "By the Gods Rey," he breathed, "I cannot get enough of you!"

Rey smiled and closed her eyes, the demon had seduced her, body and soul, and there was nothing else in the world or the heavens she wanted more than him. Between kisses he watched her face as he rubbed her to a conclusion, fascinated with the way her eyelashes fluttered and her lips moved while she shuddered and jerked against his hand. "Beautiful," he murmured as he slid the full length of his long, thick, shaft into her. Her back arched again and she gasped at his welcome intrusion.

She felt the tightness but there was no pain like the first time. This time she was soft and wet and ready for him. He started slowly but it wasn't long before he was thrusting into her like a man possessed. The sweat beading on his brow as he looked down at her while she gasped and moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist. His brown eyes drank her in and even though he didn't want this to end he couldn't stop ploughing into her depths until he was groaning his pleasure loudly as he came hard inside her.

It took some minutes for him to catch his breath, but once he had, he pulled her into himself, kissing her sweetly and gently, whispering, "Don't go...please Rey." His words pulled at her, tore at her heart. She wanted to stay with everything she had, but she feared it too. She knew she would end up dead or in chains in this Roman camp. She simply smiled at him and enjoyed the kisses and affection he lavished upon her.

Rey waited until she heard him fall sound asleep. She gazed at his face once more, kissing him softly on the cheek. Already feeling the ache in the pit of her stomach at having to leave him again before creeping out into the night. As she made her way back to her home she was suddenly struck with what a grave mistake she had made allowing herself to feel so deeply for the Roman. She had no doubt it would lead to her undoing. Her biggest problem now was that she realised she could not give him up.