Chapter 39 #2
Jaga falls asleep, and I hold her, stroking her with my hands and tail while she murmurs meaningless words into my chest, her breath fanning right over my heart.
I wonder if all of this could have gone differently.
What would have happened if Jaga revealed her secret earlier, and I taught her my dance?
She would have gone into the past and saved herself, and she wouldn’t have brought the knife, because without Nyja’s prophecy, we couldn’t have suspected its significance. I huff with amusement.
How ironic will it be if Perun ends up stabbing me with that knife? If it really can kill a god, it’s the most dangerous weapon there is. Should we let it stay in the past?
But then, Jaga will die. She must save herself, and if she goes there, she will take the knife, I know. Jaga is a cunning vixen when she wants to be, and she will plot against me despite sleeping in my lap like an innocent little kitten.
I push my way through our bond and peek into her mind. There is greenery and shadows, and someone’s quick, frantic breaths. I look down. I have the body of a small girl, twelve or so, and I run, I run fast, and behind me, wolves howl.
“Ssh,” I whisper, pulling out of her mind. “You’re safe. I have you. I’ll slaughter and eat all those wolves, you’ll see. And I’ll teach you how to grind their souls into dust. The devil will always come when you call, sweet girl. So call me. Whenever you need saving.”
“Woland,” she whispers, and a giddy shiver runs down my spine. Jaga fidgets, gently scratching over my ribcage. “Stay out of my dreams.”
“Are you dreaming about me?” I ask innocently, and it’s not a lie, just one of my meaningless deceptions. “You should. I deserve all your attention, either waking or sleeping. What am I doing in your dream? Are we fucking?”
She grunts unhappily and digs her nails into my side. “No. Let me sleep.”
“Of course, love.”
When she wakes up an hour later, I am painfully hard, rocking gently to alleviate the worst with a little friction.
Jaga glances at my erection with cool disinterest and slides off my lap, going to the table to drink.
I stroke myself shamelessly, watching her ass in that tight leather.
When she turns to me, she shakes her head with frustration.
“Go back to being Weles. He, at least, can think about things other than sex.”
“That’s not true. Not when you’re around, love. He just controls himself better so you don’t know he’s railing you in his mind every time he looks at you. Or you’re railing him, which makes him even harder.”
She hums thoughtfully, sipping on some chicory brew. “This again. I take it Weles is interested in being on the receiving end.”
I tighten my fingers around my cock and pump my fist harder, imagining it, her inside Weles, taking him from behind.
“You’ll love it,” I snarl, closer and closer to an orgasm. “You’ll take it all out on him. On us both. And he will thank you after, you’ll see.”
Her face is flushed, her gaze low on my cock, and I know seeing me like this makes her hot and eager.
And yet, she doesn’t make a move to join me.
I finally see how rigidly controlled she is.
Before, I was surprised that she actually wanted me after being so indifferent for months.
Now I understand she is just good at pretending she feels nothing.
“Can you really let this go?” I ask, letting my fingers strangle the root, which makes my cock swell harder, the tip dripping wet. “You know this is the only cock of this kind in all the worlds. No one will fuck you like me.”
She looks up, bold as brass, and cackles. “We’ve talked about this already, remember? I said fucking is only a small part of life, and I stand by it. I am certain I’ll find many dicks just as satisfying as yours, if not more.”
She turns away, and I curse, jerking myself off hard to the vision of fucking her face until she loses her voice and can never mouth off to me again.
When my cum shoots out, I use a neat little spell to transport it right into Jaga’s brew, which she sips unknowingly.
There. That’s what she gets for lying to my face.
When she puts the empty mug away, I come over, trailing my tail across her shoulders. “You just drank my cum, love.”
“Oh. That’s why it tasted so pathetic.”
“Good thing I didn’t fuck your face, then. That sharp tongue would have cut me into a mince.”
“Maybe next time.”
I wrap my shadows around her and take her away into my most secret space that even Nyja can’t enter, though she knows about it.
When we step out of the shadows, Jaga looks around warily.
This level is nothing but a perfectly even floor rolling away in all directions, black and matte.
There are no cracks or spaces—it’s all made of one enormous slab of stone.
This level has no walls, and the light is uniform, casting no shadows. It’s so open and endless, it always makes me uncomfortable at first. Jaga shivers, and I take her hand, becoming Weles, because I’ve never done this with hooves and I’m not going to humiliate myself trying.
“Let me teach you my dance.”