Page 17 of Veil of Dreams
Before I can take another step towards freedom, I'm tackled to the ground by the Master's servants. They're on me in an instant, their rough hands grabbing at my arms and legs, pinning me down. I struggle against them, but it's no use. They're too strong.
The Master and his elven entourage stride towards me, their expressions contorted with fury. The Master lashes out, his hand searing my cheek with a brutal slap. I recoil, a cry of anguish escaping my lips.
"You should have remained asleep," he snarls, his words laced with venom.
Baffled by his cryptic remark, I push the confusion aside, allowing my rage to surface. I defiantly spit in his face, my eyes blazing with defiance.
He retreats, wiping the spittle away with a look of revulsion. "You will come to regret that," he vows, his voice low and menacing. He turns to his servants, issuing his orders with a cold, calculated precision. "Take her to the dungeon. Prepare her for purchase."
In that moment, my heart sinks, the gravity of my situation becoming all too clear. I struggle against the iron grip of the servants, desperate to break free, but it's no use. They drag me away, their laughter echoing in my ears as I'm swallowed by the darkness of the dungeon.
No. This can't be happening. I scream and fight against the servants, but it's no use. They're too strong, and I'm too weak. They drag me down the hallway, my feet scraping against the stone floor. I can hear the Master's laughter echoing behind me.
15
GORTHAK
Ican't stop myself from pacing the little cottage.
"Where is she?" I growl impatiently.
After falling asleep at the inn, my dream resumed just like it had last time. But Cassia is missing. Time passes strangely when you sleep, this I know already. But too much time has passed, and Cassia isn't here.
I need to find her. What if they took her back to the manor?
I clutch my battle-axe, its cold metal comforting against my palm, and make my way to the door. But then, a sweet, familiar voice calls out to me.
"Gorthak!"
My heart leaps into my throat as I whirl around, battle-axe still gripped tightly in my hand. There she is, Cassia, standing in the middle of the cottage, her eyes red and puffy from crying. I toss the axe aside with a thud, the weapon clattering against the wooden floor as I stride towards her. In two large steps, I reach her and scoop her up into my arms.
"What took you so long?" I growl, my voice gruff with relief and anger.
Cassia starts sobbing again, her body trembling against mine. "The Master... he's selling me off to elves who want to put Naga eggs in me."
Her words barely penetrate the haze of fury clouding my mind, but their implication is crystal clear. Someone dared to threaten her, and for that, they will pay dearly. I'm at a loss on how to soothe her when she's like this, but one thing remains certain - I'll protect her with my last breath.
The thought of anyone laying a finger on her sends a primal, possessive rage surging through me. They'll suffer a fate worse than death if they dare to touch her.
In a desperate attempt to quell her panic, I crush my lips against hers. It works, but the intensity only transforms into something else, something raw and consuming.
"I won't let them hurt you," I snarl, my grip on her tightening. "I'll protect you, no matter the cost."
Cassia gazes up at me, her emerald eyes glistening with unshed tears. She nods, a faint whisper escaping her lips. "I know you will."
My lips crash against hers again, crushing her into my chest. She doesn't seem to mind all that much as her nails dig into my arms, drawing them further around her petite frame.
My hands roam the planes of Cassia's body, unable to get enough of her skin against mine. I don't care if this is the dream world. I need to fuck her, right here, right now. The thought of her being taken away from me, of those elves putting their filthy hands on her, drives me to the brink of madness. I need to claim her as mine, to make her forget about the horrors that await her in the waking world.
Cassia is more than obliging, falling back onto the little bed and spreading her legs seductively. I drop to my knees before her, kissing the insides of her thighs before licking her pussy.She tastes sweet and tangy, like the finest honeyed mead. I can't get enough of her.
Cassia's fingers grip my dreads as she moans for me. The sound drives me wild. I can feel my cock straining against my trousers, desperate to be inside her. I drop them to the floor, revealing my thick, orcish dick to her.
She gasps at the sight of it, her eyes widening in surprise and desire. I can see the lust in her gaze, the need for me to fill her up and make her mine. I position myself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of my cock before plunging deep inside her.
"Oh, Gods!" she cries out.
I can't help but marvel at how well Cassia takes my cock. She's so tight, so perfect, and the way she writhes beneath me drives me wild. I fuck her like a wild, kinky animal, unable to control the primal urges coursing through my veins.