Chapter 12
Vesper
Oryx arranged the bed by piling extra pillows against the wall. Although there was no bed frame, his careful stacking of cushions from a nearby couch created a similar effect. He devoted extra attention to making the bed especially comfortable for me while I lingered in the bathroom.
He trusted me, and I trusted him.
I couldn’t help it. I was drawn to him more than any other…person I have ever known. It could have been my lack of connection with anyone else before or something else entirely.
He has laundered the same set of clothes for me each day. I've kept my underwear and bra hidden, washing those myself, as I preferred not to have him deal with my delicates. At night, they dried in the bathroom since he had no need to use it for any bodily functions. His body absorbed everything.
Weird.
I hid them on the back of the door to dry, so far he hasn’t said anything when he goes to groom himself. He’s either that innocent or doesn’t ask. As blunt as he is, I fear he is that obtuse.
With each conversation, his intellect expands. It frustrates me that this Lord doesn't invest time in him. I'm confident Oryx would become an incredible reader. We've spent the entire day reading, and he's starting to grasp words rapidly, as if they were long-lost memories.
"The bed is prepared," he says wearily as he lies down on the sheets. He reaches for the chains attached to the wall and fastens them around his ankles.
I worry he will become uncontrollable in the night, but again, he’s not hurt me after all these days so I am hoping even in his unconsciousness he will be just the same.
I hoped.
I emerged wearing the oversized, white tunic provided for sleep. He's been curious about my appearance beneath it. He gazes at me, tilting his head side to side, but remains silent. He hasn't attempted to touch the places I've declared private and untouchable.
I’ve made him into the consent monster he should be.
He let out a sigh as I walked over to the bed, where a huge mass of thick hair spread across the blankets. I settled near the wall and draped a blanket over my legs. Without hesitation, he moved towards me and rested his head on my lap.
I laughed. “Would you rather have a pillow there? My legs can’t be that comfortable.”
He let out a bullish huff and shook his head. “No.” Oryx wrapped his arms around my thighs and nuzzled further into my body. His head was just at the apex of my thighs and my body stiffened as he buried his nose deeper.
I gently stroked Oryx's hair, feeling the coarse strands beneath my fingertips.
His actions were always so unexpected, yet strangely comforting.
Despite his huge size and strength, there was a gentleness about him that I found nice.
As he nuzzled closer to me, I felt a sense of warmth spreading through me when his nose hit a particular spot.
Oh dear.
Oryx nestled closer between my legs. "Mm, your scent is even more intense here.”
My eyes widened and I pushed on his horns. “Oryx, you should stop that, go to sleep.”
He groaned. “I can’t, I need more of this scent. All over me.”
I let out a shuttering breath when he pulled off the blanket that covered my legs. His cooler snout rubbed against my warm thigh and I gasped. “No, Oryx! You can’t!”
Yes, please, I thought when I felt his tongue graze the outside of my pussy.
While I have lost my virginity to a random stranger, just to say I was no longer a virgin, and it not being some sort of reward for some damn male and their ego, I’ve never had anyone’s tongue near there.
“But you just said, yes please…” he snorted and used his long tongue to lick from the bottom to the top of my clit.
I shook my head and braced myself, trying to push myself away from him. “I did not!”
Hmm, yes.
Oryx snarled. “You said yes again.”
I bit my lip. I was only saying it in my head, he can’t read my mind, can he?
“I can read your mind?” He asked and lifted his head. He pawed at me, pulling me down until he was on top of me. I panted, my tunic above my thighs, exposing my lower half to him.
“Say something,” he growled.
This isn’t happening.
The rumbling in his chest grew louder and I squeezed my thighs together. My body was reacting to him in ways I couldn’t understand. My body wanted him, I wanted him to touch me, hold me, keep me close.
He was a person to me because I saw him as one. He was more than what he was perceived to be. The sweet way he took care of me, even if I was chained to his bed, it was because he just needed someone to see who he was.
And I was falling for all of it.
“We shouldn’t,” I whispered. “Oryx, you shouldn’t touch me like this.”
Oryx let out a low growl and used his strong arms to part my legs. I heard the chains jingle softly. "That's not what your mind is saying. You want me to touch you. I want to taste this; it smells delicious."
Oryx took another swipe with his tongue, parting my folds. He groaned and his jaws opened slightly. “Mmm, more. Must have more.”
“Fuck, yes, okay.”
Just once, one time will be okay, right?
“All the time,” Oryx replied as his tongue circled my clit. I cried out and his tail whipped around us to cover my mouth.
“Quiet, I don’t know if your voice is covered by the ward. Tell me, pet, do you like me tasting you? Does it… feel good to be touched here?”
I nodded and pushed my breasts up into the air.
I was going to hell.
“Mm, so wet. I need more of this scent, it's intoxicating.” He growled, plunging his tongue deep inside me with fervor.
I moaned loudly, my legs instinctively locking around his head.
He hoisted my legs over his shoulders, pulling himself even closer, his face buried against me with an insatiable hunger.
His appetite for me seemed never ending, and I found myself surrendering to his desire. His tongue explored every fold, every delicate part of me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I arched my back, pressing myself closer to him, eager for more of his touch.
Oryx's eye holes bore into me reflecting a primal hunger that sent a thrill down my spine.
He was a creature of instinct, yet there was a tenderness in his actions that belied his brutal strength.
His tail, still covering my mouth, muffled my cries as he continued to devour me, his growls vibrating against my flesh.
I reached down, tangling my fingers in his thick hair, holding him close as he brought me to the edge of ecstasy. My body tensed, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. Just as I was about to tumble over the edge, Oryx paused.
I whined.
"Can I have more?" he rumbled, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.
I nodded eagerly, my breath coming in quick gasps. Please.
Oryx hummed and slurped, I saw his tongue come in and out of my body resuming its delicious torture.
Put your finger inside me. I thought. Gently, please gently, don’t rip me apart.
Oryx paused and bit off one of his claws to the nub of his finger and inserted it inside me. I gasped and thought about what I wanted him to do to me. He must have seen it inside his mind because he was licking my clit at the right speed and fucking my pussy with his finger just how I wanted it.
Jack pot.
Oryx twisted it with precision, striking a spot that sent a cascade of stars exploding before my eyes. I cried out, muffled by his tail, as my body convulsed uncontrollably, each wave of pleasure crashing over me with an overwhelming intensity that made my senses reel.
Yes, Oryx, yes.
Oryx growled in approval, his tongue and finger working in perfect harmony to draw out my orgasm. I felt my arousal leak out of my body, and Oryx had gone ravanus, forgetting to finger fuck me. He snarled. “You are so wet, feels good.”
I snapped my eyes open to find him thrusting his hips forcefully against the pillow, seeking pressure against his throbbing arousal.
What did it look like?
Oryx groaned again. “Squeeze it, yes. Want it squeezed.”
Oryx continued to lap me up, my body still shook from the orgasm. He was crazy, his tail came off my mouth and my fingers stayed tangled in his hair. “Lay back, Oryx.”
Surely his balls, if he has any, were about to explode. Once he got release, he could sleep.
Oryx raised his head from between my thighs, his hardened bone glistening. His tongue swept over me, savoring every last drop. The sight ignited a wildfire of heat coursing through my body once more.
Confusion flittered through me for a second as to why I was doing this, but right now, it all felt so right.
“Lay back, Oryx, you did a good job taking care of me, I’m going to take care of you now.”
Oryx huffed, his pants were strained with a large bulge. “It hurts. What are you going to do?” he whined.
I bit my lip and tugged on the tie that kept his pants together. “Have you not relieved yourself before?”
He shook his head.
“My sweet monster. Do you know what you did for me?”
He shook his head again.
“You made me come, made me feel so good,” I purred.
Oryx tilted his head. “You tasted good, I want to taste you more but I need… something. I just do not know what”
I hummed softly, trying to suppress my laughter. I didn't want him to feel unintelligent for not knowing. He was my tender-hearted monster, and the last thing I wanted was to hurt his feelings, especially since I now understood he had no one else to depend on.
I perked my head up. “Wait, how old are you?”
Oryx tilted his head cutely again and tapped his cheek. “This Vessel is at least twenty years old, but my spirit is much older, or so says my Lord. Please, my pet? I hurt. Why does my age matter?”
My shoulders drooped in relief. “Just checking for my own sake.”