Chapter 4 #2
“What you say is blasphemous.” Willow swallows thickly, before shaking her head.
“But it is also untrue. I am not a goddess—merely a woman of twenty-one who knows very little of the world beyond the walls of the monastery. There is, however, one thing I know. One thing not even Father Knoll or Sister Grayvle could take from me, and that was what I know of myself.”
The final world is thrown between us on the floor. Determination blazes in her eyes. Crossing her arms over her chest, she straightens her spine.
“I did not kiss you out of gratitude—even though I am grateful for your help. I did not do so out of pity or because I wanted experience before settling down with a human lover. I did it because I wanted you.”
Her words leave me too stunned to speak, so I merely watch her fierceness grow into a raging fire. This may be her most lovely form.
“For the first time in my life, I had the chance to seize the thing I wanted without fear of consequences or judgment. It may seem sudden, but this is what I truly want. You are what I want. We could part ways tomorrow, and I’d hold tonight in my heart until my death.”
The flames of the fire burn low as silence settles in between us.
I don’t know what to say to her. I can hardly believe her words, yet there is no trace of deception.
She wants me, as I am. Not because I am her rescuer or the first creature she’s been free to explore.
She desires me simply for being myself. I need to make amends for my foolish behavior.
Swiftly.
“Willow,” I say softly, rising from the chair. “I am sorry. It is my own past that made me doubt you.”
She has offered me so much of herself, trusted me beyond what I deserve.
It is only fair that I lay bare my soul to her.
These memories are unpleasant, but there can be no space for lies between us.
More than that, I want to share my past with Willow in hopes that, in doing so,our future has the chance to flourish.
“Long ago, before I was cursed, there was a Sister in the monastery I was tasked with watching over. I’m not sure what your histories teach now, but my kind were created to protect the One True Faith as guardians over the Sisters who inhabited the halls.
Sister Kylne was a pretty young woman with fiery red hair.
She had a tendency for accidents, so I tasked myself with keeping her from any accidents in the courtyard when she stumbled on the way to prayer. ”
Willow’s brows pull low, but she remains silent.
“I dreamed the smiles she gave me and the accidental brushes of her hand against mine meant something. I had a fondness for her that I believed was being reciprocated until one night. I kissed her.” Shaking my head, I run a hand down my face.
“Or at least I tried to. She screamed as I got too close. Her repulsion was evident, especially as she condemned me as the other Sisters gathered. Sickened by the idea that a monster like me would seek to desecrate her purity.”
“Baezal,” Willow breathes.
“I was cast out after that. Adrift for a few years in different towns until I found refuge here. I hadn’t known at the time that my situation was about to become bleaker.
The True Blessed Father discovered me and transformed me into stone.
I never thought I’d wake from my curse—I’d nearly given up hope. ”
My eyes connect with hers, and I take a small step forward.
“You are special to me, Willow. My savior—the one who freed me from my curse. I couldn’t live with myself if you came to regret anything that happened between us. Don’t you see now why I couldn’t believe your desire to be real?”
Reaching out slowly, I cup her petal-soft cheek. She doesn’t push me away. If anything, she leans into my touch.
“I’ve glimpsed your soul, Willow. It is just as beautiful as you are. We may have only just met, but I know you—I see you. Kind, compassionate, brave, even if you know little of this world, you are already the best part of it.”
Willow blinks up at me several times with shining eyes. Moisture beads along her lower lashes, but no tears fall. Color dances on her round cheeks.
“Can you ever forgive me?” I ask.
I hold my breath as a flurry of emotions kindles in her gaze. The light burns low around us. Rain echoes in from outside. Willow’s full lips pull into a wanton grin. I let loose a breath frozen in my lungs.
“There’s a better way you can apologize to me,” she says. “It still involves your mouth. Just fewer words.”
Taking my hand, she tugs me closer to her.
In one swift movement, she slides the sleeves of her dress down and allows the garment to fall from her body.
She stands before me naked, glowing like an angel in the firelight.
Her nudity is different than when I first saw her.
She is allowing me this unencumbered view because she wants me to see her.
I’m not sure where to look first. Even her toes are enticing to me. Dark pink nipples stand at attention, begging for my mouth. Beneath a thatch of dark hair is her glistening flesh. Arousal decorates her delicate inner thighs. The scent of her desire is heady.
Willow smiles up at me as she slowly guides my hand to her breast. I squeeze it gently, my scales rising with pleasure. My wings feel heavy, and my breath turns uneven.
“Kiss me here,” she commands.
I drop to my knees, my head at the perfect level with her breasts.
I lick her exposed nipple, gently rolling it with my tongue.
Willow moans, swaying on her feet. My other hand wraps around her waist to keep her steady.
I stare up at her and suck her nipple deeper into my mouth.
Her pupils are blown wide with pleasure. Lavender coats every one of my senses.
Lifting our joined hands, she trails them down her soft stomach and through the small dusting of hair. I hiss as she presses my palm against her wet pussy. She is soft and dripping into my hand.
“And most importantly here.”
I give her a gentle squeeze and watch her eyes roll back in her head. She leaves my hand resting between her thighs and places her palms on my shoulders. They squeeze me tightly as my tongue licks a path towards her other breasts to show it equal attention. She tastes sweeter than honey.
In my grip, I lightly tease her wet entrance. Barely sliding a finger past her opening, her tightness makes my mouth go dry. Willow’s thighs flex around my hand, rocking back and forth, desperate for any type of friction. My angel needs a climax. She’s desperate for one.
I have rudimentary knowledge of how to please a woman.
Unlike the Sisters of the True Faith, I never took any vows of chastity.
Still, my limited experience is with the human women I had to pay handsomely to ignore my monstrous form.
They seemed to enjoy themselves, but that’s what my gold paid for.
This is uncharted territory for me, but luckily, Willow’s body is more than responsive. Whatever she enjoys the most, I have no doubt I’ll be able to tell.
Parting her slit, my fingers find her clit.
A simple graze of my claw against it makes Willow’s mouth part on a scream.
A good indication. I tease her nipple with my teeth, biting gently as Willow begins to pant.
She thrust herself against my palm. I rub her clit harder, delighting in her whimpers of pleasure.
“Feels so good,” she sighs. “No one has ever touched me there. Only you.”
I smile against her breast, loving the sound of that. My fingers alternate between rubbing her clit and testing her entrance. Licking a path between her breasts, I capture her chin in my other hand and pull her eyes towards mine.
“Did you save yourself for me? Kept this pussy tight and untouched all these years because you knew it would please me?”
Her nod is jerky.
“Y—yes,” she babbles. “Even when I didn’t know you existed. I could’ve chosen another—been disavowed by the True Faith for doing so, but I didn’t. I never knew why. Not until now. I was waiting for you.”
“Good girl,” I snarl, nipping at the side of her breast.
“I endured it all, and in the end, every choice I made led me here. To you.” Her hands sink into my hair and cradle my skull. “It’s fate.”
Fate. How can one simple word hold so much meaning? Willow is my fate. She is what broke the curse.
In the face of your fate, you will reawaken.
It is not merely as a protector as I once thought, but as her lover as well. The male who safeguards her heart and brings her pleasure. I can be both—I want to be both.
Willow has already claimed my heart and soul.
I will prove myself worthy in time to earn hers.
Tonight, I will show her exactly what our future could be if she allows me to keep her.
The pleasures I can offer her will be far beyond those any human man could give.
She’s given me the chance to show her all I can give. I will not squander the opportunity.
I let go of her breasts with a pop. Her eyes fly to mine.
Willow’s lips part as my nose glides down the center of her body.
Reaching the apex of her thighs, I press a firm kiss atop the dark hair covering her pussy.
Hooking my hands around her waist, she gives a squeak of surprise as I lift her from the stone floor.
Nodding my head, the small table is quickly cleared of any remaining dishes.
I set her down atop the scratched surface.
Her legs hang limply off the sides. Red and pink paint over her cheeks and chest. Even her knees are highlighted in scarlet.
Her breathing is ragged as her arms rest loosely at her sides.
She makes no move to cover herself, and I hum with satisfaction.
Staring down at my delicious feast, I say a prayer of thanks to whatever gods may be out there.
“Are you going to come on my tongue, my angel?”