Chapter 18
Chapter
Eighteen
Peering through Skaarvar’s eyes, Vorg watched as his pet scampered along the edge of a porcelain clawfoot tub, then pivoted to sit and stare at its occupant.
Skaarvar had learned how to pull the door handle down with his horn limbs and had voluntarily waltzed into her bathroom while she was bathing. Vorg wasn’t going to stop him – not when the skowl’s actions would give him a naughty peek at his witch’s sinful, naked body.
On his knees, with his elbows on the table, Vorg glared at the bubbles. Dissipate, he demanded of them, to no avail.
They stuck to her skin, hiding her gorgeous tits from view, and swirling around her knees to hide her pussy. Pity.
“Hey, shoo,” she demanded, lifting a lithe leg above the surface to flick water at Skaarvar.
He screeched, bared his fangs at her, and then walked along the edge to the other side of the bath.
“Go away.”
She flicked more water, and he hopped onto the closed lid of the toilet at the foot of the bath, then perched on top of its cistern.
Ever since she’d fed him, he’d refused to leave her side. She had inadvertently made a forever friend in him, and he would now terrorise her for the rest of her days, as he did Vorg.
It was how he had befriended the skowl, since most refused to feed the vermin.
They were considered pests, especially since they were mischievous, naughty creatures.
He’d found Skaarvar injured, likely from battling his own kind for the scraps of food they scavenged in the city, and had brought him home to feed and heal him until he was better.
He hadn’t expected Skaarvar to stick with him, even as many years passed.
She still hasn’t summoned me.
He wanted nothing more than to jump through the scrying disc and swirl his fingers in the water to reveal her. Be next to her... near her.
It’d been too many days.
Yesterday he understood Skylar had been restless due to that vile human who had followed her. Vorg constantly quaked with rage over it, menacing clicks coming from his chest, and he wanted nothing more than to flay her harasser’s skin from his bones.
He’d forced Skaarvar to intervene, and although the despicable male now wore scratches over his face and eyelids, and bites on his ankles, it wasn’t enough of a punishment.
It made sense that Skylar hadn’t summoned him, even though he would have only wanted to embrace her. He would have brought her into a comforting hold and released soothing purrs for her. He would have tended to her and caressed her, doting on the pretty woman from her toes to her manicured nails.
Instead, he’d been forced to seethe in his home, constantly standing at the summoning circle linking them. He’d considered bashing on it to remind her that he was there and could go to her.
But today... when he and Skaarvar had watched her, she’d been well. A little frazzled, especially as the day had been busy at her work more than usual, but that had only seemed to invigorate her. She’d smiled plenty, had been at ease.
He’d been hoping she’d call on him this day.
She did not.
“I grow impatient, witch,” he snarled out, his gaze darkening at her.
His annoyance fled when the bubbles popped enough to reveal one perky breast, and Vorg nearly groaned. I want a taste of that body again.
He circled a forefinger against the lava-marble table, wishing it was the water, and pouted at her being unnecessarily irksome. Not that she knew she had an impatient Vorg waiting for her.
Curse my inability to speak aloud last time. And he could only do so much sign language with his limbs. I should have written something in that phone of hers.
Vorg, like most within this realm, knew of Earth technology. Humans and witches, and an array of many other sentient creatures across many realms, were their prey. They always stayed informed of progress within human society, and how it often outshone their own.
It was also how he knew her language.
Skylar rose from the water, and he shuddered as he watched soapy water sluice from her smooth skin.
Toned legs bent to hop out of the bathtub, flashing him a meagre view of between her thighs, and he let out a huffing growl of discontent.
Her perfect tits jiggled as she reached for a towel, and he curled his fists with the want to hold them again.
He yearned to tease those rosy nipples until she made that soft, cute noise and arched into his touch.
Skaarvar followed her closely as she walked to her bedroom, and he scampered across the threshold before she could close the door on him. She glared down at him, only to sigh as she dressed in tiny clothing similar to how she’d welcomed him last time.
It was simple underwear, a bra, a pair of tiny shorts, and a top with thin straps.
He’d never seen a sexier creature in all his life.
Even as she sat down in front of a vintage mirror and pulled a white cloth from a packet to wipe away the rest of her smudged make-up, revealing her bare, pale face, he found her beautiful.
There was a lot he liked about her.
Much of it had little to do with her appearance, although he was constantly aroused when he stared at her. Fuck. She’s so pretty.
She was like darklight. Something so dark and depthless, yet it sparkled radiantly if one could see into it.
He’d originally left Skaarvar behind to monitor her wellbeing after their first sexual foray, and to simply watch her with a yearning gaze.
He’d just wanted to watch her, stain his memories with her, until she removed the summoning spell permanently. Just a little extra of her before she was gone forever.
He’d never expected her to ever summon him again. Him. Vorg, a metamophorfura.
One meal had been a blessing over his long life. He’d never dreamed of it happening a second time, especially when the midway stage of transformation could be... alarming.
If one thought his multi-appendage form was monstrous, they’d find the second stage even more so. It was the halfway point of a creature metamorphosing from one thing to another, with the help of their sexual companion. A mirror that was warped and often lacked charm.
Yet she’d welcomed him like that.
No, not just welcomed, but moaned, squirmed, and clawed at him for more with blunt nails that seemed to score his spirit.
His lengthy tail curled with delight, and the end glowed and warmed with want.
If only she’d call upon me and see what she has finished creating.
The things he would do to this woman if she did.
Despite her gothic attire and war paint, she freely smiled, and it was utterly beguiling. She’d even shared a few with him in their fleeting moments together, even if they were dizzy with lust.
She had a voice that could soothe the wildest nether beasts, and she used it to be kind to almost everything she came into contact with. Yet she was fiery when she needed to be, acting as a barrier for those working in her establishment when a less-than-pleasant customer spat venom.
It was obvious she was used to doing things on her own, flaunting her independence and strength.
Skylar walked deeper within her home, and hope flipped in his stomach when she headed towards the room she hadn’t entered in days. It was like she was purposefully avoiding his summoning circle on her wooden flooring.
Instead of going there, she entered her kitchen to grab herself a can of something from her fridge.
He tired of waiting.
“Make her summon me,” Vorg demanded to Skaarvar telepathically, a creature from his home realm and on a similar mental wavelength to him.
It was why they both had horns that could lengthen into appendages.
“Bring her to me.”
Skaarvar didn’t follow her as he listened to Vorg’s impatient demands. The little beast licked his lips and lifted his nose to snub him.
“If you don’t bring her to me, I won’t let you sleep in the lava pit anymore. I’ll fill it with water.”
Skaarvar screeched as he scuttled back frantically.
He chased after her heels and lengthened his horn appendages to grab her around the ankle. She squealed when she nearly tripped over, then spun to him.
“Hey!”
The skowl held her ankle firm and scuttled backwards with his lengthy body to make her follow. When she didn’t budge, he darted forward to feign a nip at her big toe, making her gasp and jump back.
He did a dance backwards, circled, and then tried to grab her ankle again.
“What is it, boy?” she exclaimed, crouching down. “Did Lassie fall in the well?”
Skaarvar halted and looked up at her with a tilted head, just as puzzled as Vorg was.
“I’m not giving you any more snacks.”
He lifted his appendages, waved them at her, and ran off. He waited a few steps down her hallway, checking to see if she followed, and she sighed while conceding.
He took her to the room with Vorg’s summoning circle and reached an appendage up to open the door. She paused at the open doorway, pale and seemingly wary of entering the dark space as she watched him scurry deeper in.
The skowl went to the spell still staining the ground with charcoal and sat on it expectantly.
Skylar stared at him, and a haunted expression seemed to befall her pretty face.
Why is she looking at him like that? Vorg thought, rising higher on his knees to peer deeper into his scrying spell.
She hesitantly entered a room filled with magical items: daggers, chalices, a pentacle, a wand, and an array of ingredients.
When she stood in front of the summoning circle, he finally got up and moved to stand at his side of the link. He didn’t know if her heady scent truly fluttered from it, or if it was a figment of his imagination.
But she was there, just on the other side, so close and yet multiple dimensions apart.
“I’m sorry,” she said, and he looked back at the viewing disc of her just as she crouched down before Skaarvar. “But I’m not going to summon him again.”
Coldness washed through Vorg so suddenly that his fingers tingled with iciness.
“What does she mean she’s not going to summon me again?” he whispered, his tail sagging with shock.
Skaarvar looked down at the circle, and then back at her with a tilt of his head. He patted a paw against the ground, and she shook her head.
“If that’s why you’ve been remaining here, then you should leave. Go back to your master.”
Vorg raced over to the table and slammed his hands against it. “What the fuck do you mean you’re not going to summon me again?!” His roaring bellow was unheard by her, nor was the panic or fear in it. “Then why leave my name there? Why leave the link?!”
Why not erase it if she had no intention of welcoming him again? Why fucking tease him with it?
He doubted she knew that’s what she’d inadvertently been doing.
Her eyes crinkled with a strange sadness as she reached down to scratch behind Skaarvar’s ear – his weak point.
It felt like a goodbye from her.
With a clicking growl, Vorg stormed back over to the summoning circle and slammed his foot down on it. Her side gave a deep boom as it flared bright red, showing that Vorg was knocking and he wanted the spell answered.
She gasped and fell on her backside.
“Summon me!” he snarled out with a desperate edge.
She crawled backwards away from it when he slammed his foot down on it again, her eyes wide and her soft, lush lips parted.
“I will make you mine. I will claim you, witch.”
He stopped when Skylar ran from the room with panicked and frantic movements. His hands quaked as he curled them into fists, only to unfurl them and slam his face into one in horror at his actions.
I shouldn’t have done that.
He’d frightened her, and that had never been his intention.
At least now she knows I’m here, waiting.
And she still hadn’t removed the circle.