13. Aurel
13
AUREL
I grit my teeth as Vera's soft lips press against mine. Her warmth seeps into my skin, igniting something primal within me. Decades of isolation melt away at her touch, and my body responds with an intensity that catches me off guard.
"This is foolish," I mutter against her lips, but my hands betray my words, sliding down her bare back. The water ripples around us as I pull her closer.
Her fingers trace my chest, leaving trails of fire in their wake. "Then why aren't you stopping?" she whispers, her breath hot against my neck.
I growl, low and deep. My tail coils beneath the water, wrapping around her legs. She gasps, and the sound sends a jolt through my spine. "I should," I say, but capture her lips again instead.
My mind screams at me to push her away. She's human. Weak. A tool for my freedom. Nothing more. But her skin is silk beneath my fingers, and when she moans into my mouth, rational thought dissolves like mist.
"Aurel," she breathes my name like a prayer, and something inside me snaps. My hands tangle in her wet hair as I deepen the kiss, tasting her, claiming her. She responds with equal fervor, pressing herself against my chest.
The cool river water does nothing to temper the heat building between us. Every touch, every sigh, every small movement feeds a hunger I've denied for too long. My control slips with each passing second.
What am I doing? This wasn't part of the plan. But her hands explore my chest, tentative yet eager, and I find myself drowning in sensations I thought I'd forgotten how to feel.
The world narrows to just this – the way she fits against me, the soft sounds she makes when I trail kisses down her neck, the way her breath hitches when I find that sensitive spot behind her ear. Nothing else exists. Not the dark elves hunting us, not my plans for revenge, not the voice in my head screaming that she's just a means to an end.
My hands roam her back, and when she arches into my touch, I forget everything I ever knew except the feel of her in my arms.
"I… I want you," she whispers.
Her words send a jolt through my body, and I pull back slightly, studying her face in the moonlight. The vulnerability in her eyes makes my chest tighten. Centuries of isolation crash against this moment of raw desire.
"You don't know what you're asking for," I growl, my fingers tracing her collarbone. "I'm not human. I could break you."
She presses closer, her skin burning against mine. "I don't care." Her hands slide up my chest, leaving trails of fire. "I want all of you."
My tail coils tighter around her legs underwater. The predator in me wants to claim her, mark her, make her mine. But something else stirs beneath the surface – a protectiveness I haven't felt in centuries.
"Vera..." My voice comes out rough, strained. I cup her face, forcing her to meet my gaze. "There's no going back from this."
She lifts her chin, defiant despite her trembling. "I stopped wanting to go back the moment I met you."
The last threads of my control snap. I crush my mouth to hers, swallowing her gasp. Her body melts against mine, soft and yielding where I'm hard and unyielding.
"Tell me again," I demand against her lips. "Tell me what you want."
"You," she breathes. "Only you."
I break our kiss, watching as Vera's eyes flutter open. Her skin glows in the moonlight, and something primal stirs within me. Centuries of isolation crash against the raw desire coursing through my veins.
My tail tightens around her legs beneath the water. "This is madness," I growl, even as my hands slide down her back. "You're human. You're?—"
"I'm yours," she whispers, pressing closer. The warmth of her body against mine sends sparks through every nerve ending.
I cup her face, forcing her to meet my gaze. "You don't understand what that means. What I am. What I could do to you."
Her fingers trace my chest, leaving trails of fire. "Then show me."
A war rages inside me. She's fragile, breakable – everything I've despised about humans. Yet her touch awakens something I thought died centuries ago. My heart pounds against my ribs, a forgotten rhythm.
"Vera..." Her name escapes like a prayer as I lower my head to capture her lips again. This kiss is different – fierce, demanding. She responds with equal passion, her body melting against mine.
The cool river water laps at our skin as my hands explore her curves. Every small gasp, every tremor that runs through her body feeds a hunger that's been dormant for too long.
"Tell me to stop," I breathe against her neck, even as I pull her closer. "Tell me this isn't what you want."
She arches into my touch. "I want you, Aurel. All of you."
Those words shatter the last of my restraint. I claim her mouth again, drowning in the taste of her, in the way she responds to every touch. For the first time in centuries, I feel truly alive.
I lift Vera out of the water, her body trembling in my arms. The moonlight caresses her skin, making her look ethereal, almost otherworldly. I lay her down on the soft grass of the shore, her wet hair fanning out around her like a halo. My gaze rakes over her, hungry, possessive.
With a flick of my wrist, I pull her soaked clothes off of her, revealing the soft curves of her body. My tail flicks with anticipation as I lean over her, capturing one of her rosy nipples between my lips. I suck hard, eliciting a sharp moan from her. The sound reverberates through me, stoking the fire that's been building since our first encounter in the dreamscape.
I move to her other breast, my tongue circling the hardened peak before I nip at it, relishing the way she squirms beneath me. Her fingers thread through my hair, pulling me closer, urging me on. I oblige, lavishing her breasts with attention, my hands roaming her body, exploring every dip and curve.
Her legs part for me as I settle between them, my cock hard and aching for release. I position myself at her entrance, the heat of her pussy radiating against my tip. With a thrust of my hips, I slide into her, her tightness enveloping me, drawing me deeper.
Vera gasps, her back arching off the ground, her eyes wide with a mixture of pleasure and surprise. I still for a moment, letting her adjust to my size, before I begin to move, my thrusts slow and deliberate.
The sight of her beneath me, her body impaled on my cock, is intoxicating. It ignites a primal urge within me, a need to claim her, to possess her completely. I grip her hips, holding her in place as I increase my pace, driving into her with wild abandon.
"Gods, Vera," I growl, my voice a with desire. "Ever since I first saw you in your dreams, I've wanted to fuck you like this. I've wanted to feel your tight little cunt squeezing my cock."
Her response is a series of breathy moans, each one spurring me on, pushing me closer to the edge. I can feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, the telltale sign of my impending release. But I'm not ready for this to end, not yet.
I slow my pace, wanting to savor this moment, to draw out her pleasure. I lean down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as I continue to thrust into her, my movements now languid and drawn out.
Vera's hands roam my body, her nails scraping against my scales, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. She meets my every thrust with one of her own, her body moving in perfect sync with mine.
"Aurel," she breathes, her voice trembling with need. "Please, don't stop."
I grin, a wicked, predatory smile that stretches across my face. "I have no intention of stopping, little human. Not until I've filled you with my seed, not until you're screaming my name."
With renewed vigor, I pound into her, each thrust harder, deeper than the last. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes through the night, mingling with our cries of pleasure.
Vera's body tightens around me, her orgasm building. I can feel her walls fluttering around my cock, signaling her impending release. I reach between us, my fingers finding her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves.
That's all it takes to send her over the edge. With a scream that echoes through the forest, Vera shatters beneath me, her body convulsing as her pussy clenching around my cock.
The soft sounds of Vera's contentment fill the air, her breathing slowing as she basks in the afterglow of our union. For a moment, I allow myself to simply watch her, to revel in the sight of this human who has managed to breach the walls I've built around myself. But the beast within me is far from sated.
A smirk tugs at the corner of my mouth as I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear. "I tried to warn you, little human," I whisper, my voice a low growl that sends a shiver down her spine. "Should've listened."
Before she can react, I grasp her hips, flipping her onto her hands and knees with an ease that belies my strength. She gasps, her eyes wide with surprise as she looks back at me, her chest heaving.
I position myself behind her, my gaze raking over the curve of her back, the swell of her hips, the slick evidence of our joining glistening on her inner thighs. With one hand gripping her hip, I use the other to guide my cock back to her entrance, the tip teasing her sensitive flesh.
She cries out as I thrust into her, her voice strangled and echoing through the night. My fingers dig into her flesh, holding her in place as I set a punishing rhythm, each stroke driving deeper than the last.
I fist her hair, pulling her head back sharply as I continue to fuck her roughly. Her body trembles beneath me, her moans growing louder with each savage thrust. I am too far gone to care what this is doing to her, consumed by the primal urge to claim her, to mark her as mine.
My tail coils around her waist, holding her flush against me as I pound into her. The sound of our bodies slapping together, the feel of her tight warmth clenching around my cock, pushes me closer to the edge.
With a final, brutal thrust, I reach my climax, roaring like a beast as I spill my seed deep within her. My release is fierce, powerful, more intense than anything I've ever experienced. Vera's body convulses around me, another orgasm ripping through her as she cries out my name.
I pull out, watching as my seed spills out of her, her body to small to handle the amount. Reality crashes back in. I pull out of her abruptly, my chest heaving as I stare down at the evidence of my loss of control. Vera collapses onto the ground, her body too small, too frail to handle the intensity of our coupling.
I step back, my mind reeling as I take in the sight before me. Vera lies panting on the ground, her body marked by my hands, my teeth, my seed. I have claimed her, body and soul, and in doing so, I have crossed a line that cannot be uncrossed.
What have I done?