The Hawk Lord by Amy Sumida

Chapter Twenty-One

In the morning, I discovered why Dal didn't want to talk about the meeting. The warlords had decided to hold off on going after Gremara and her flowers. They wanted to gather more information before they took their troops across the sea. I didn't blame them, but Dal was pissed. After breakfast, he called a meeting with his officers to discuss flying to Alantri with our army alone. It took his officers and me over an hour to convince him to wait on the other armies. The Lion Lord's timely interruption helped with that; Hadrian suggested that Dal send some Hawks to watch the coast of Alantri instead. It was a far cry from what the Hawk Lord wanted to do, but at least it was some kind of action. Dal agreed and once the visiting warlords left later that afternoon, he calmed down again.

And got even more sexually demanding.

He started strolling through the camp during the day because that's when I'd be training or helping some privates repair their armor, or cleaning my tent, or doing one of the many things that need to be done every day in an army camp. My human friends had given me wary looks at first because of my new face, but after getting shitfaced that night, they realized that I was still me. We were back to normal, hanging out and playing pranks on each other. That is, when the Hawk Lord didn't demand my attention.

Just as he'd warned me when I first agreed to his conditions, he expected me to drop whatever I was doing at any time of day or night and go with him to do whatever kinky shit he had thought up. And the Hawk Lord could get kinky. One time, he strapped me into my flight rig and used it as leverage to fuck me deeper. Another time, I had to suck his cock while I hummed a Hawk Army cadence, all while he sat at his table and ate his lunch.

The worst was when I was with my friends. I'd be hiding behind a corner with some of the guys, waiting for another soldier to walk into some perfectly laid trap, and there would be the Hawk Lord, strolling up to ruin our prank and crook his finger at me. The other guys would go silent and bow to him, all respectful and shit while the Hawk Lord was there, but the next time I saw them, I got teased relentlessly. That's how it goes with soldiers. It's called affection.

Still, I started to get annoyed.

I was in the middle of a training match with a fae Hawk (the humans might still be friends with me, but they wouldn't train with me anymore because of my increased strength that I'd yet to get a handle on) when things went quiet around me. I looked up and there he was—perfect, handsome, fucking breathtaking, his white hair shining in the sunlight. Watching me with those jewel eyes. The Hawk Lord lifted his hand and curled it in. A swift, curt motion with a clear meaning—come here, my naughty bird.

“Fuck,” I cursed.

“Yep,” my opponent said with a smirk. “That's what he wants all right. Go run off and bend over for your master.”

“Fuck you, Alsand,” I grumbled as I tossed my practice sword to the side of the yard.

“Nope, not me,” Alsand said gleefully as he followed me. “I just won the match since you're forfeiting. You're the one getting fucked in multiple ways. You lose the match and you have to take a big fat hawk cock up your ass.”

I turned and punched him in the nose.

The men around us went wild with excitement, shouting and cheering us on as Al swung back. We dropped together and rolled in the dirt. Overhead, the Hawks that had been practicing aerial maneuvers flew lower to get a better view. People placed bets as more soldiers hurried over to watch.

Alsand got a good hit in, knocking my breath out, but I headbutted him, and he shouted as blood poured down his face. We didn't hold back. That's another soldier thing. Alsand isn't my enemy, he's a brother-in-arms, and I wouldn't hold his words against him. He was just fucking with me, and I blew up because he did it at the wrong moment. It wasn't Al's fault, but he knew the risk he was taking when he taunted me, and he'd help me blow off steam cause he was a soldier.

Alsand kicked my feet out from under me.

He might be helping me blow off steam but that didn't mean he'd let me win. And I wouldn't have expected anything less.

“Hawk Lord's whore,” Al whispered in my ear.

“Okay, that shit went too far,” I growled.

Al shrugged as if nothing was too far when you were fucking with a fellow soldier. Which is pretty much true unless you're dealing with females. As I mentioned, they have no sense of humor.

I sent an uppercut into Al's chin, and he went flying. This time when he landed, he didn't get up. The other men cheered and money exchanged hands. I trudged off the field, past an irate Hawk Lord, and headed toward his tent.

“No.” Dal grabbed my wrist and twisted me around. “This way, bad bird. You're not fit for my bed at the moment.”

The Hawk Lord pulled me into the woods, to that same spot he had found me in that night when I had run from him. He took me right to that same log and pushed me down in front of it. At least it wasn't muddy this time. I knelt in the dirt and leaves, and he shoved me forward so that I sprawled over the log. Then he kicked apart my knees and knelt between them. Air hit my ass; my pants and underwear got shoved around my knees. I heard the shift of Dal's clothes and let out a long sigh. Sweat and blood coated my skin but my injuries were already healing and my body now wanted what was best after a fight—a hard fuck. I trembled like a stud in heat, the tip of my cock rubbing against rough bark.

“When I call for you, you come to me immediately,” Dalsharan growled as he slid his cock in with a single thrust.

It was oiled and thick and so fucking glorious. He worked it even deeper, making me groan. I grabbed my cock and started pumping it.

“Do you hear me, Ravyn?!” Dal demanded and slammed his hips against my ass.

“Yes, Hawk Lord,” I groaned. “I'm about to come for you right now.”

“That's not what I meant,” he growled.

“Isn't it?” I purred.

“Ravyn, you will obey me.” Dal bent over me and nipped my ear.

I gave a deeper groan. “Sure, baby. Just keep fucking me like that. I'll do whatever you say.”

The Hawk Lord yanked out of me. I pushed myself up in irritation and looked at him over my shoulder. He brushed a hand over my cheek and it came away bloody.

“Why did you punch that soldier?”

“It was nothing. Guy stuff.”

“I am a guy.”

“No, you're the Hawk Lord,” I said as I pushed up and sat on the log, not bothering to pull my pants up. My cock was hard and reaching for him, but I ignored it. “You won't understand if I tell you. You'll just get mad.”

“You will tell me anyway.” Dal grabbed my knees and lifted, pushing me back over the massive trunk. My legs were straight against his chest, my pants still bunched around my knees as I arched over the log. He slid back into my ass and then wrapped his arms around my thighs. “Tell me, Ravyn.” He pumped languidly, his hand trailing down to slid over my cock as his eyes went completely amethyst.

“No.”

Dalsharan started fucking me faster, jostling my cock with every pump. I moaned and grabbed myself again.

“No!” He pushed my hand away. “You will not have your release until you tell me.”

“The jokes on you, babe, cause I'll come just from you fucking me.”

“You have gotten very disrespectful today,” the Hawk Lord snarled and bent forward, taking my legs with him, which opened me more for his thrusts. Then he grabbed my throat. “Do not make me punish you again.”

“You swore you wouldn't!” I snarled.

“Not hurt you, punish you,” he clarified. “Punish you for breaking your oath to me.”

I went still.

“That's right, Ravyn, you swore to be mine and be obedient. Where is your honor?”

“I was about to win that match!” I whined.

Dalsharan chuckled and slowed to a gentle pumping. I let my head hang back and groaned. His hand slid over my nipple, then pinched it hard.

“Ah, fuck, babe. Let me touch myself,” I begged.

“Where is this 'babe' business coming from?” Dal asked casually as he flicked my nipple. “You know what you're supposed to call me.”

“I don't want to right now,” I growled.

He slapped me suddenly, turning my head with the blow. “You will show me respect, Ravyn!”

Something flickered in his eyes, and I knew that I had pushed him too far. I'd broken into that other Dal, the one who thought pain was love. He began wildly fucking me, his face twisted into rage.

“I'm sorry,” I whispered as fear shot through me. “I'm yours, Hawk Lord. I'll obey you. Whatever you want.”

Dal grabbed my chin viciously. “Say it again!”

“I belong to you, Hawk Lord. You can fuck me whenever you want. However you want. I swear it!”

“I want you to submit to me now,” he growled.

“I am!”

“I'm going to fill your ass and send you back out to fight, my bad bird. I want my cum dripping out of you while you swing your sword at other men. While the sweat drips down your beautiful body. I want you to remember every fucking second that you belong to me.”

“I do! I will! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me hard, Hawk Lord! Fill my ass with your hot cum. Fill my ass, fill my ass, fill my ass,” I chanted it like a prayer.

Dalsharan groaned and gave me what I wanted, his hips jerking with the last spasms of his climax. I went seconds afterward, despite him refusing to let me touch myself. He smiled and made a satisfied grunt as he withdrew, then wiped his cock off on my thigh. I yanked my pants up, over the cum I'd spilled across my stomach. He didn't do that twisty finger thing and clean me. Nope, he left me dirty, and damn if that didn't turn me on more. He did help me up though.

After a searing kiss, Dal pushed me back toward camp and smacked my ass. “Get back to training, Corporal!”

“Yes, Hawk Lord!” I grinned all the way back to the training yard.