I grabbed Elatha and wrapped air around us, lifting us to fly as fast as I could towards the Summer Realm.

The screams and howls faded in the distance as we got farther away. Without warning, we dropped as my power failed. Reaching deep, I grabbed enough to keep us from smashing into the ground, but it was not a graceful landing.

The impact staggered me, and I fought to stay upright with pain spiking up my ankles and knees. Elatha had been knocked out of my grasp and as I reached for him, it seemed to get darker; the light fading. Again, I tried to reach for him and everything went black.

Blink.

A rocking sensation.

Blink.

Blurry shape above me. What?

Blink.

A voice talking to me. I knew that voice. Who was it? When I tried to make out the words, the voice faded away again.

Blink.

What was sitting on my chest? So heavy. Hard to breathe. My eyes. Why couldn't I open them? Concentrating, I managed to get my heavy lids to open slightly. Elatha looked down at me.

Blink.

A little clearer now when I opened my eyes, but still, that heavy weight on my chest. Again, Elatha was above me, forehead creased and eyes narrowed as he looked off into the distance. My thoughts seemed to wade through thick mud, bogging down before I could complete even one. 

It took me some minutes to notice we were in motion and a swirling sensation flowed around my body.

Was he pulling me? I'm in water? 

"Where? What happened?" I asked, my voice a bare wisp of sound to my ears.

Elatha's silver eyes flashed down to mine, and he peered intently. "Are you awake?" he asked. Even in my fogged state, his urgency came through. "There is no time to waste, but it won't work if you aren't conscious. We don't have a mate bond."

"What?" 

"Shannon, Princess, I need you to get rid of your clothes for me," he said, his tone serious with command.

"M'kay," I said drowsily and felt the change as cool water caressed bare skin.

"Good girl. Stay awake for me, Shannon. I need you to stay awake, okay?" he demanded. 

Gritty sand scratched my skin with waves covering my lower half as he laid me down on the shore.

"Ohhh... kay," I murmured. Everything was floating away again.

"Stay awake, Shannon!" he barked.

His urgency jolted my eyes open.

Elatha knelt between my legs as he looked down at me. I blinked at him, fighting to not give in to the lethargy pulling me under again.

With a dangerous growl, he pulled my hips up and his mouth descended, attacking my clit with a ferocity that cleared the fog from my brain like a fall storm stripping leaves from trees.

"Oh! God!" I gasped, grabbing his hair as he ground my pussy into his face.

This was no gentle teasing or slow build-up. Elatha ravaged my core with tongue, teeth, and lips, brutally demanding my response and revelling in my mewling cries.

Body quivering in his hands, he relentlessly brought me screaming to orgasm.

No sooner was I spasming against his tongue than he shifted me back down to his hips, his cock surging inside, stretching me.

A screech of keening pleasure erupted from my throat, and I panted with the throbbing in my core.

"Shells, you are tight. I can barely get in with you squeezing me like that," he growled, driving his hips until they met mine. 

"Oh fuck," I moaned between breaths. It was a delicious burn that had fiery need surging.

Elatha slowly pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in again.

"Oh my god, so fucking good," I moaned.

He growled his agreement and thrust faster.

"Yes, harder," I begged, and the searing pleasure increased as he complied.

My back arched, craving more. My hands found my nipples, tugging roughly as I bucked against his strokes.

"Harder!" I yelled, with the pressure building inside me.

Elatha started pounding into me in hard, punishing strokes, and the heat coiled inside my abdomen, drawn tighter and tighter like a spring reaching its tightest compression.

When my breath caught and my muscled turned rigidly taut, Elatha slid a hand to my clit and pinched as he continued to slam into me.

"Fuck!" I screamed as I bucked violently, exploding sensation burning up my shaking body. I barely heard him shout, jerking and twitching inside me with a heated flood.

Still with my breath sawing in and out and heart pounding its rapid tattoo, Elatha leaned down to capture my lips.

Pussy quivering with aftershocks and his cock buried to the base, he nibbled and teased my mouth, lightly stroking my lower lip before slipping inside. When he deepening his tongue's forays into my mouth, I realized his hips and tongue were matched in rhythm. Only needing a recovery of a minute or so, his cock had regained its steely firmness and plundered my drenched core as his tongue dove into my mouth.

One hand reached between our bodies to pluck at my sensitized clit, causing me to spasm around his cock in reaction.

Elatha lifted his lips long enough to give me a wicked half smile, silver eyes glinting, then his mouth descended again, demanding my carnal surrender. Strong hips pistoned in and out, setting a punishing rhythm that had the heat rising quickly to scorch my nerve endings.

Ripping my mouth free, I yelled, "Elatha, I'm going to—" I broke off into a long moan as I started to cum, writhing.

He continued to thrust, fingers thrumming over my clit, keeping the waves of my orgasm cresting again and again.

Sensitive to the point of pain, I pushed his hand from my clit. Elatha responded by pinning my hands to the sand in an iron hold.

With a quick change in position, he pulled out and bent his head to suck my clit in aggressive pulses.

"Fuck!" I shrieked, the pleasure-pain kicking me into another hard orgasm that he rode out with his mouth on me, growling against me.

I panted as he released my hands and impaled me once again, savagely thrusting as I bucked up to meet him in a frenzied carnal dance. Each hard thrust sent a shockwave of pleasure exploding down my nerves, until again, I detonated in a blistering orgasm.

Shuddering in reaction, I moaned my encouragement as Elatha's cock swelled, then erupted in hot spurts.

When he pulled out a few minutes later, he flipped me over onto my hands and knees, pushing my head down to keep my ass in the air. Again, he buried his face into my core, licking and sucking my throbbing flesh as I squirmed, mewled, and pushed back against him.

Despite the multiple orgasms, the tingle of arousal was again driving me wild against his mouth. With a few last long licks, he rose and his cock, hard again, drove its way inside. Every single long, thick inch until his hips pressed against mine.

Elatha stopped like that, not moving. I whimpered, craving those pounding strokes.

His voice was low and threatening when he spoke. "You almost killed yourself with that stunt, Shannon. Both you and your son. Never, ever again. This is to make sure you remember to never, ever, do something so reckless again."

A sharp, hard slap on my ass cracked with a painful sting that had me clenching hard around him.

"I... am... never... letting... you... endanger... yourself... like... that... again!" Each snarled word was punctuated by a painful slap on my ass. "Do you understand me?" 

"Yes, please Elatha, please. Yes." Begging and mewling with feverish need, I pleaded with him to fuck me. My ass was on fire, pain and pleasure combined into a swirling, towering wildfire inside me. My core was so wet with our joined fluids that as I clenched around his cock, it dripped down my thighs.

In hard snapping movements of his hips to emphasize each word, Elatha thrust and snarled, "I'm going to fuck you relentlessly and ruthlessly until you are completely and utterly topped up with energy and overflowing with it!"

I lost my mind, cumming so hard I blacked out.

"Are you back with me, Shannon?" 

Although I couldn't see him, amusement coloured his tone.

I moaned, blinking. My cheek was pressed to the wet sand, ass in the air. Elatha's thick, hard cock was buried in my soaked, quivering cunt. And my body was a mess of flaring, sparking nerves.

"I'm not moving until I know you are back with me, Shannon. I want you to feel every single stroke of my cock as I plunder your body."

"Oh god." I shuddered at his words, clenching in visceral reaction.

"Yeah, you love it when I talk dirty to you. Do you know how I can tell? Your pussy squeezes my cock so tight."

"Oh my god," I groaned, again clenching in reaction.

"Yes, exactly like that," Elatha said, voice rich with male satisfaction. "You know what else I know you like?" he asked as he began to thrust in and out.

Unable to find words and shivering at the delicious sensation, I moaned.

Thumbs slid up my soaked thighs and over my wet lower lips, collecting a mix of his and my essences, only to move his now slippery thumbs over the exposed puckered flesh of my ass. He circled and coated the outside before working a slippery thumb in, timing it with the thrust of his cock.

Nerves flared in delighted ecstasy, and a needy whine escaped my lips as I pushed back against him. Desperate fingers scrabbled in the sand to grip something, anything to hold on to as an anchor with the scorching pleasure burning up my body.

"Yes, I know you like your ass fucked and fantasize about Loki and I fucking you together. Is he large like I am? Will we split you between us when we impale this ass and pussy together? Because I am going to make that fantasy happen for you, my dear."

"Oh my god, yes," I breathed, helplessly cumming again, shuddering on his cock and thumb.

Just as he'd warned me, Elatha was thoroughly ruthless. Clever and observant, he used everything he'd learned about me to make me cum over and over. Even when I was a quivering pile of flesh, he still drove my body further, plucking orgasms out of me at will. If I passed out from too intense climaxes, he waited for me to regain my senses and continued. When I got too slippery, he washed me in the waves. 

With relentless desire, he took me every way he wanted, repeatedly, until intoxicated with endorphins, I fell into a healthy sleep.