Chapter 13
Oryx
She is mine.
I have no idea how it occurred, but somehow I've breached the barriers of her mind, and now I can infiltrate it at will. The mind is a perilous terrain, full of shadows and secrets. I've slammed the gates shut against my Lord and plunged headstrong into the depths of my pet’s psyche.
She trusts me, she is fond of me just after a few days. My pet holds great regard for me just as I do for her.
I knew she would come to trust me and care for me. It will only continue to grow.
My sole torment is the looming threat that my Lord will tear us apart. The question that haunts me is whether I possess the courage to wrench her from everything I've ever known to ensure she remains by my side.
The answer was undeniably clear, yes. I was ready to abandon him and this estate, seeking refuge elsewhere.
Now, with Vesper's declaration that she intended to stay by my side, having no home to return to and eager to delve into this connection with me…
not to battle against it…her resolve only fueled the fight to keep her.
The ecstasy she provided, to soothe the ache of my desire, was beyond words. I had never imagined such overwhelming bliss. To release upon her skin, to see it go down her throat, across her cheek and mark her body, was enough to rouse me again.
I wanted to paint it into her skin, to keep my scent on her.
I wanted to do much more with her, but I refrained. I need her to accept me for all that I am. I have done well in showing her I am patient, caring and kind. I am the provider, the monster that will protect her in all ways.
My chest vibrated. I had delved deep into the recesses of her mind, uncovering new words, tantalizing phrases, and provocative ideas about.
.. sex. What we had shared the night before was an intense act of intimacy.
To her, those sacred moments were hallowed, reserved for only the most profound connections, something she would never normally indulge in with others.
She did have sex with a human once before.
A consuming fire of jealousy spread through me. The thought of another man having been with her drove me to the brink of madness. I yearned to obliterate them from existence. A singular focus gripped my mind: to hunt them down and suck the blood from his body completely.
The reasons why she had him were reasons I didn’t understand. Men, males wanted a female’s pussy to be theirs. She didn’t want anyone to claim it.
But I will. I will take what is mine. No one else will have it. My pet, my Vesper, was mine now. Her scent still calls to me, harbors my very spirit. She calls to me even in sleep. I feel her fingers thread through my hair, her gentle touches keep me grounded.
She is my lavender, my sleep, my cloud.
I loved clouds.
I buried my nose deeper into the bedding, hunting for her smell. I wanted more of her scent to cover me. More from her pussy. I liked that word a lot. It was sweet, very female sounding. I wanted to see her… breasts. I wanted to lick them, I wanted to see her bare.
I wanted everything about her, I was obsessed.
I rubbed my horns where I found a spot where her arousal must have slipped onto the sheets. I wanted to be covered in her. I partially lied when I said my horns were part demon, they were actually an incubus but that shouldn’t matter too much right? She was overwhelmed, she didn’t need to know.
At the time I didn’t understand what an incubus was, so technically it wasn’t lying.
Right?
My cock grew harder as I thought about her mouth around my cock. “Mmm, Vesper. Can we do more of what we did last night? I will then let you sleep more?”
I groaned into the sheets as the chains clinked.
I raised my head and hooked my horns. I didn’t experience any nightmares last night.
My pet protected me from bad dreams.
“Vesper?” I lifted my skull and gazed around the room. Her scent lingered but I could not find her vessel. “Vesper?
My heart raced as I unlatched the chains and dashed to the washroom. I rushed inside, only to find it empty. Her clothes, which I had neatly folded the night before, were gone. I opened the door further and noticed her undergarments were missing as well.
I growled and kicked the door so it flew off its hinges.
She left me.
How could she leave me? Did she trick me?
I inhaled deeply, catching her lingering scent. It was still potent, indicating she hadn't left long ago. I awoke as soon as I sensed her absence; my body was too connected to hers.
Then I smelled it, another scent that was still new and unfamiliar.
I sniffed again and headed toward the door. It was rotten, a smell that intermingled with others.
Benedict.
I snarled and swiped at the air to get another whiff. Yes, it was Benedict.
Did he steal what was mine?!
I crashed through my bedroom door and dropped to all fours.
Another thunderous roar erupted from my throat, echoing down the hallway like the monster I was.
My claws tore viciously into the carpet, shredding fibers as I fought for traction, driven by the overpowering mix of my pet's scent entwined with Benedict’s, compelling me forward.
I was going to rip his vessel apart and wrap Vesper’s vessel around me. She will never leave my side again.
I followed it down the stairs to the massive opening of the room. Both of their scents lingered and grew stronger as I crossed the room. Her voice echoed from across the way and I bounded forward down the hallways until I found another series of obnoxious smells that invaded my nose holes.
Cooked meat, fresh juices, they tried to get in the way of my pet’s scent but I concentrated on her alone.
I snarled when I heard her laugh. Was Benedict in there? Was he stealing her?
I crashed through the kitchen doors and ended up on my hands and knees. Both of them turned to look at me in shock. Benedict darted behind the large island that stood between us, while my pet stifled a laugh with her hand. "What's the matter, Oryx?" she asked.
Benedict’s body shook, the smell of his urine leaked onto the floor.
I stood on my two legs to full height, still my pet wasn’t afraid, in fact, she was intrigued and I swore I could smell her arousal seeping in the room.
“Mine,” I growled and stepped toward her.
She laughed and slapped her hand on the table.
Benedict lunged forward, positioning himself like a barrier to protect her. "Ma'am, are you alright? He might be trapped in a night terror, please step back!" Benedict's hand darted out, barely brushing against Vesper’s skin.
He. Touched. Her.
Instantly, a roar erupted from deep within me, a thunderous bellow that rattled the pots and pans, echoing with an untamed fury throughout the room.
“He isn’t asleep, but you do need to step away.” My pet pushed him away and stepped toward me, no fear dripping from her unlike the weak Benedict. She came to my side and I picked her up and buried my snout into her neck.
“You left me,” I growled. “You said you would never leave.”
My pet huffed. “I didn’t leave the mansion.” She poked my chest. “I came down here to make you breakfast.”
My ears perked up and I gazed over her head. Animal blood was kept in iron containers in the ice box. I would drink from them when I didn’t want to go hunting. I liked my blood fresh, warm but since my pet is here I dare not leave the mansion.
“I heated it up for you,” she interrupted my thoughts.
Benedict stayed behind the island and continued to stare at the both of us in bewilderment.
“Y-you wanted to feed… me?” I tiled my head.
She nodded. “You feed me, why not take care of you? Us lonely souls do that for each other right?”
Instantly my anger dwindled for her, but it still smoldered for Benedict who has now seen my pet.
Vesper petted my snout. “Leave Benedict alone. It’s nice to have someone else to talk to as well, isn’t it Oryx?”
I huffed in annoyance and shuffled my feet. “I like you best.”
Benedict crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. “At least I keep the estate clean and orderly, unlike you,” he snapped.
I held Vesper closer to me. “I would, but my Lord wouldn’t let me!”
Benedict tapped his fingers on the table. “You were always the special one,” he mumbled. “Anyway, I went into your room to clean it while you slept and found your little friend…”
“She’s my pet! And she’s mine!” I growled and rubbed my snout against her chest. She didn’t protest and the rumble in my chest intensified.
Her thoughts liked me rubbing against her but I felt her hand push against me.
Why is this female complicated?
“I’m not his pet,” my pet chuckled nervously. “He likes to call me that. I’m his friend…”
“More than friend,” I added.
Benedict wiggled his eyebrows. “I know that now, finding you both entwined in the sheets. I’m guessing the Lord doesn’t know either.”
My pet started to say something, but I quickly placed my hand over her mouth. "I'll talk to him when I'm ready. It's wise to keep silent unless you want to risk losing your head and your cock."
He grabbed his groin and rubbed his neck. “I liked you better before. Now you are all growly and gimmie gimmie, mine mine.” He waved his hand at me. “This does make things around here a million times more interesting.”
Vesper wiggled in my grasp to be put down but I wouldn’t let her. Not with that vessel in the room. He had a cock and I wouldn’t let him near her, steal her from me.
“How so?” she asked.
Benedict shook his head. “Can’t say, you’ll find out soon enough I’m sure. Just so you are both aware, his Lordship is out for the next two days. Shopping.” Benedict winked at me.
I knew what shopping meant… he was grave robbing.
What he was making now I wasn’t sure. It better not have a cock connected to it, because I did not need another male to chase away from my female.