Chapter 3 Hordan
HORDAN
She lives in a cave.
It’s a surprise to me, and yet it makes so much sense it should hardly be a surprise at all. She is wild, this human. A knife-wielding warrior-woman with untamed hair, who draws pictures in mud, scales cliffs with ease, and uses her sharp mind to keep herself safe.
I look around the small clearing. There are flowers and food plants growing everywhere, and she absently breaks off leaves to nibble on her way past the rambling vegetation. The mix of pleasant floral scents is almost overwhelming, but through them all, I smell her.
The scent of her skin, her hair, and the tantalizing fragrance of her arousal makes my mouth water with every step she takes.
I’ve never felt such hunger or desire, but I’ve known about it.
As part of our soul contracts here on earth, the universe has deemed our reward for liberating the meek from their aggressors is to never be lonely again.
Each monster is destined to find at least one forever-companion — a pet — among the survivors, and there isn’t a doubt in my mind that this woman is to be mine.
Everything about her pleases me, and while she frequently masks her emotions to make it harder for me to read her energy easily, I have picked up on enough to know what matters.
She is kind and clever, and she wants to trust me despite it being very evident from her isolation and defensiveness that she dare not trust any other.
For some reason, I am already special to her, and she to me.
I believe this meeting to be fated. The urge to protect and care for her is so strong I can barely stand the thought of leaving her to return to my duties, though I know I must, soon enough.
Until then, I will soak in as much of her as I can before I go.
My yearning can fuel my determination to end this war once and for all, so I can spend uninterrupted time with this female.
She is to be my pet. I know it. Just as I know that I will have no desire for another. She is it. The universe has spoken, and I am in full agreement.
As soon as I confirm that download from the infinite intelligence, my end of the connection bursts wide open inside me.
My heart swells with love for this little human, and she takes on a radiant, halo-like aura so bright it’s a miracle I feel no need to shield my eyes.
If she were to set foot in the monster realm, she would banish all darkness with her luminous glow.
She is my sun, and I will revolve around her, doing all I must to remain in her heavenly orbit.
I must know her name.
“Beautiful human?” I reach for her, sliding my fingertips down the soft skin of her arm. “How may I address you, sweet creature?”
She shivers a little, and I catch a brief, unguarded moment of longing from her soul before she blocks it out. She may not want me to know it, but she aches to be touched. To be treasured.
And I will do just that.
I bring my hand up and tap my fingers against my chest. “Hordan,” I say with all the strength I can muster when I feel suddenly weak in her presence. I want my name to feel strong and honest to her. I want her to understand that I’m a male of honor, who is worthy of a female of her caliber.
I gently press my hand to her chest, enjoying her soft gasp and her racing heartbeat beneath my palm. I tap my fingers on the seam of her dress where the open collar meets her warm skin. “And you are?”
Her breaths are quiet and shallow, and she says her name in a whisper. “Dodie.”
“Doe-dee,” I repeat with a smile. Her name fits my mouth to perfection and rolls off my tongue with a flavorful ease I may never tire of. “Doe-dee,” I whisper again, widening my grin when she gives a delighted shiver.
I stroke her chin, noting a strange sort of vibration between us that sets my spine tingling and my cock twitching.
Doe-dee leans into my touch, stares into my eyes, and speaks human words to me that sound like magic. I gaze back at her in wonder. “I have no idea what you just said, beautiful pet, but if there’s anything you want, my answer is yes.”
She reaches up and tentatively slides her hand down my chest. It feels wonderful, and I think it must feel good for her too, because her eyelids flicker shut, the corners of her mouth curl into a sensual smile, and she utters a subtle moan.
I want her to touch me more.
I want to touch her too.
I want to more than touch her.
An image of me bending to her so our lips may meet enters my mind, and I know I didn’t put it there, because my mind has gone far beyond that, to where I’ve thrust her legs apart to lap at the sweet arousal I can almost taste on my tongue already.
But if I’m not the source of that desire to lip-kiss, then… she is.
I slowly and gently cradle the side of her face with one hand and tilt her chin upward, so I can search her pretty eyes more deeply. I run the tip of my thumb gently over her lower lip, thrilled by its plump softness. “Would you have me taste this smile, sweet Doe-dee?”
Her brow furrows at my words, but her eyes yearn, and the image comes again. I’ll take that as a yes, but does this telepathic kind of communication she’s using work both ways?
I focus my mind and ask her what kind of kiss she’d like best, by imagining a gentle little peck and then a hungry, needy ravaging.
Her face flushes a precious pink, and she flutters her eyelashes as she glances away, but it’s not long before she meets my gaze again. She wets her lips and offers me a small smile as she suggests a slower, more luxuriant kiss that lies somewhere between the two options I gave her.
I grin and seal my mouth over hers, flicking my tongue at her lips before I probe deeper.
Doe-dee opens for me willingly, and I can’t help the excited moan that rumbles from my throat.
I wrap my arms around her curvy little frame and pull her close enough to feel every soft inch of her flesh pressing to every firm inch of mine that I can physically manage.
Her arms come around me as best they can, and she grips my broad shoulders before firmly dragging her fingers down my arms. She wants me to feel her, and there’s no way I can do anything but.
She’s filling my senses. All of them. I don’t know if I dropped my barriers or she dropped hers, but I can feel everything.
My need, her need, our merging desires to do intimate things despite a wary level of resistance to actually doing those things.
It feels too soon and yet not soon enough to fulfill the fantasies that rush through our minds, and before long, I have to release her and pull myself back, for fear of doing harm by rushing.
I’m not sure of the extent of Doe-dee’s psychic abilities, but I’m more than familiar with mine, and I don’t understand the blindspots in my visions surrounding her.
It’s as if the universe does not wish me to foresee how this connection will develop, I’m simply meant to respond as I feel in the moment.
Such a notion is foreign and somewhat uncomfortable, but in a world that has felt predictable for so long, I have always yearned to learn what it is to feel surprise.
If we monsters have been the answer to the righteous humans’ prayers, could it be that Doe-dee the universe’s answer to mine?
I look her over and feel sure that she is all I have ever wanted. I doubt either of us were prepared for meeting each other today or for the onslaught of so many intense feelings, but I will respect this connection with all that I am. I don’t ever want to hurt her. Physically or any other way.
I tuck my hard dick away and clear my throat. “I got carried away. Please excuse me, Pet. I will restrain myself.” I intentionally send her a mental image of me stepping back and taking deep breaths.
She glances at my bulging crotch, gives me a sexy smirk, and nods for me to follow her into her cave. As she walks ahead, I’m certain that there is a more pronounced swinging of her hips, and I am sure she’s doing it on purpose.
“Be fair,” I rumble as I follow her. “You don’t need to make it harder to hold myself back, it’s already a challenge — one I will rise to for your own wellbeing. Filthy as your mind appears to be, I doubt you could handle all I want to give you just yet.”
Doe-dee looks over her shoulder at me, and her eyes are sparkling with allure. She knows I’m caught up in the spell of her, and she’s happy about it. Perhaps she too has spent too many nights alone in her… cave.
The thought of her living in a dark and dingy hole irks me.
She may be a little wild and rough, but she has the aura of a queen, and as such, I’d prefer to see her in a castle or some other sort of luxurious accommodations.
When she gets down on her hands and knees in the dirt to crawl under the overhanging rock, I’m torn between howling with anguish and…
admiring the sight of her in such an animalistic position.
I drop to my knees behind her and watch her buttocks shift back and forth with every movement while I strain in my trousers.
My crotch is damp from the amount of pre-ejaculate weeping from my cock, and I lay uncomfortably on my belly, to drag myself through the dirt after her.
I try to keep up, my mouth watering from being so close to her heady scent.
I’d love to nudge her dress a little higher with my nose and sink my tongue inside her sensual depths for a long, satisfying taste of her.
She stops moving.
There’s not quite enough room for her to turn around with ease, so she lifts the skirt of her dress and looks back at me through her arms and legs.
Her pupils are dilated from the dim light, so her eyes appear almost black, and in them, I can see our bodies rolling around on the ground in some sort of naked wrestling match.
I don’t know if the thought is mine or hers, but I want it. Could it be that we both want that?
Without a word, she staggers onward on all fours until the snug tunnel opens into a vast, low ceilinged cavern.
I slowly extract myself from the opening and carefully rise to my feet, to avoid hitting my head on the stalactites.
I dust myself off and take a few steps, keeping my head ducked in most places as I look around in amazement.
There are shafts of light cutting through the air from a couple of high up holes, and they illuminate the space in a way that can only be described as magical.
Her home is filled with comfortable-looking homely items, some more edible greenery, and it has its own stream running through it — with a mini waterfall and a small pool that looks big enough for the two of us to bathe together — naked and close, I hope.
I swallow hard and wonder if I even have enough to offer this fairy-like human queen when she already has a kingdom and wields a sword to deliver her own justice.
Dodie dusts herself off too, and I don’t miss the way she frowns at her grubby knees and tugs her dress a bit lower in an attempt to cover them.
I quite enjoy her dirty knees, so I’m glad her efforts to hide them are in vain, but it does get me to thinking that maybe she’s not entirely happy having to crawl under a rock every time she wants to enter her home.
Perhaps she would appreciate being provided something more befitting a female of high honor such as herself.