Chapter 18 Chapter Eight Part Three - Azadou
I thought that overgrown carrier pigeon would never fucking leave!
The sun has set, and the moon is now high in the night sky though obscured by clouds. As soon as Orenda’s ‘brother’ takes off – no doubt to see to patrols – I transport myself into Orenda’s bedroom and find myself momentarily thrown, not by the overpowering scent coating every inch of this room but by the aesthetic.
Everything about this creature is about light and colour. Their home from what I observed through the ridiculous number of windows is bright and open. Predominantly white with contrasts of earthy tones and accents of black. It radiated warmth, the natural opposite of my coldness. But I find myself thrown and confused by how vastly different her room is from the rest of the house. It’s dark and I mean the colour not the absence of light. Almost storm-like. It’s mostly warm browns, navy blues and golds…it instantly clicks that her room looks like a more subtle, underwhelming version of the colours of her bird form. The room is shockingly spacious with no personal touches, something I thought was common in mortal dwellings. It has a strange mix of warmth and coldness to it and feels…seclusive, which is not something I would expect from her. Why would a being like her choose to reside in such austere simplicity?
A movement to my right draws my attention. I see Orenda, lying sound asleep under a thin sheet, her breath slow and steady and her heart a gentle thump that fills the room. As I approach the bed, she rolls over on her stomach, spreading her body out above the sheets. Against my will I find myself following the curves of her body. The dark of the night does not hide the smoothness of her skin from my eyes. The streams of moonlight shining through the window give the warm colour of her skin a golden sheen and bring out the richness in her hair making the strands of cedar appear almost golden. A navy blue satin camisole clings to her torso, a strap hanging off her delicate shoulder and the rest rising up revealing the toned planes of her stomach.
Her matching shorts ride so high with slits at the sides that I think it’s a stretch to call them shorts. With her leg thrown over the covers, I can see her supple ass cheeks peeking out through the shorts, taunting me like bait before a wild beast. My mission becomes unclear to me as I lower myself down onto the edge of the bed, observing the way her chest rises and falls. There’s something…comforting about the action that I don’t quite understand.
The urge to touch her screams in my mind and as much as I fight it, the curiosity gets the better of me. I reach out and place my fingertips upon her ankle and instantly feel them burn the way they did all those days again. Her breathing suddenly changes, and I hear a sharp intake of breath and wonder if even in her slumber she feels the burning too.
Slowly, I let my fingers travel up her calf, the burning sensation increasing through my fingertips and travelling up my arm as I feel little bumps rise on her soft skin. As I reach her thigh, I splay my palm out across it, my hand almost large enough to grasp it entirely but I don’t. With my palm on her thigh, I continue my journey upwards, her breathing increasing and her heart moving to a new rhythm. My fingers graze the seam of her shorts and the desire to sink them inside her and taste her sweet nectar once again has my eyes burning and my cock throbbing almost painfully.
In a swift move, she rolls over, turning onto her back and I freeze in place. A stupid and pointless action given I am cloaked from her senses. I expect her to awaken, but she remains sound asleep. As she shifts in her sleep, her camisole gets tangled, and her nipple becomes exposed to my hungry eyes. The once whispering voice in my head becomes a screaming, snarling beast, once again guiding my actions as I find myself reaching out and brushing my thumb against her nipple.
She lets out a soft wanton moan, an unconscious reaction to my touch as her warm pecan-coloured nipple becomes erect under my touch as the other strains against the fabric of her top. With the beast within me now ravenous for more, I lean over her and run my tongue against her pebbled flesh, her flavour exploding on my tongue and making a growl rumble in my chest as her body shivers beneath me. No longer in control, I latch my mouth around her nipple, almost devouring her entire perky and full breast in my mouth and proceed to suck on it, my tongue flicking at the little bead as I feel it getting firmer against my tongue.
Her arousal perfumes the air overwhelming me like some magical drug as I begin to feast voraciously on her breast, my hands pressing into the mattress beneath us. Her body writhes and her dainty fingers fist the sheets beneath her, her breathing becoming erratic and her heart beating like a symphony. I clamp her nipple between my teeth and feel her body shake in that same way it did all those days ago and a deep moan passes her lips. I sense the pleasure rushing through her as she pants beneath me. I graze my tongue across her nipple, savouring the sound of her mewling as I free it from my mouth, her flesh now bruised and marked by me. Seeing her skin marked and her body spent from pleasure I was able to bring it has power and strength coursing through my veins and my own breathing becoming erratic as my cock strains like steel against my pants, begging to be free as my balls clench.
I stare down at the fragile creature, anger and confusion raging a war inside me against the need and hunger burning through me; a hunger to devour every last inch of her and bring her this pleasure over and over again. I came here to reject her and be free of her but to feel this power I have over her…the power to make her feel this pleasure whenever and however I want…is too enticing to give up.
She claims she is mine, then that means she is mine to do with as I see fit, and do with her I shall. I will wring out every last drop of pleasure from her body until she is begging for my rejection. I wonder just how much she can take…