Chapter 15
Oryx
Vesper was cleaning the supplies while I continued to stare at Benedict.
He had a smug look on his face, leaning back on the table with the cloth covering his privates.
She asked him to hold off on getting dressed, as she had never tried reattaching body parts on a living person before. She went on about tendons, nerves, and other components that were beyond my understanding.
I mean, how hard is it to put a penis on someone’s body?
She wanted to ensure that he regained sensation, as he didn't bleed. Neither of us did, which she found strange. I don't know what's considered normal, only that she bleeds and tastes incredible, whether from her wounds or between her legs.
Benedict grabbed his groin and looked over at her.
“Human huh? How is it? I heard they are small. From stories I mean.” He sniffs and his penis rises from underneath the cloth.
Is he thinking about what is mine?
I growled and got up from where I was lying. Though I am tall, I wish I had wings. With them, I could appear even more intimidating and take to the skies.
Benedict's cock rose more, its presence sickening me.
He was still looking at my pet.
MY human.
I seized the working table, its wheels making it a tool of fate, and with a force, I hurled the table around, driving him relentlessly towards the doorway.
Vesper gasped as Benedict’s head hit the wall and his cloth went flying off, exposing himself.
Vesper pursed her lips together. “Was that necessary?” Her gaze lingering on me.
“He’s fixed, he can leave.” I growled. I didn’t want her to look at him a moment longer. Not this—thing.
Benedict jumped off the table, grabbed the sheet and covered himself. “Yes, it's working. Up to working order,” he chuckled nervously.
I swear to the Under Shadows if he swings it around.
And he does.
I unleashed a thunderous roar that reverberated through the lab, causing the very walls to tremble.
Glasses and bottles shuddered upon their shelves, their contents sloshing precariously.
Vesper leaps gracefully across the room, deftly reaching the tables laden with mixtures whose purposes are mysteries to me, her hands grasping the glasses so they did not fall.
Meanwhile, Benedict moved with deliberate caution, resisting the urge to flee in haste, aware that sudden movements might ignite my instincts to chase.
After he leaves, I stomped over to Vesper and lifted her into my arms, breathing in her soothing, sweet scent. "You must not touch any other male," I growled into her neck. "Especially not their private parts."
Vesper’s fingers pet through my hair. “It isn’t like I wanted to. I only did it because your Lord sucks at his job.”
I’m comforted when I read her mind, and it was true. She was completely disgusted by Benedict. She is, however, turned on by my growl, my possessiveness of her, but she is afraid to show it.
This made me puff up my chest as I carried her away from the table.
“Wait a minute, I need to clean up the tools.”
I rumbled into her ear and her arousal perfumes around us. My mouth instantly waters at the thought of tasting her again. She’s wearing these leggings as she calls them, and with her body being as fragile as it is, I do not want to rip them and accidentally wound her.
But I needed a sniff, just enough so I could take her back to my room.
I pulled her up to straddle my face, my nostrils took in a long drawl of her. Her hands grabbed my horns, and if I had eyes, I’m sure they would roll back into my skull just like my Lords.
Ohh, fuuuuuck.
Another word that she constantly says when I do something right, or wrong. She uses it for so many things, but doesn’t speak it out loud often. Only in her mind.
Was it taboo?
She can say it out loud, I would not mind. In fact, I wonder if she would say it while I…
I took my tongue and tickle just the outside of her leggings.
“Dang it, Oryx! What are you doing?”
“Ridding all thoughts of that males’ appendage from your mind.”
Which should be simple. His appendage was long like a pipe. Unimportant. Mine held girth, and was riddled with suction cups to suck on her walls and the pleasure source at the top of her entrance once I was allowed to enter her.
I nuzzled further between her legs.
She let out a moan that echoed into the lab. My tail swished and slammed the door shut. I would tell my Lord that I had my pet, but not now. I will not be interrupted when I am taking in her pleasure.
“I must taste you again.” I pulled her leggings gently down her backside. She did not protest when I pulled it down her ankles and laid her back on the only other table that didn’t have an absorbent amount of paper or glasses.
She shivered, her body instantly going lax. “Yes, please,” her mind whispered to me. “That tongue does wicked things to me.”
I hummed and tickled her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her arousal pools below her, she's slick with arousal and my body trembles with want.
More, I need more.
She grasped my horns, her thumbs caressing them, causing a shiver to run through my body. She drew me nearer to her, moaning softly, and I opened my jaw as wide as I could to engulf my mouth over her pussy and force my tongue inside.
I thrust it into her, licking at her walls and curving my tongue until I found a slightly rough patch that made her jolt.
“Right there, right there, don’t stop.” She’s screaming but holding her hand over her mouth. I grabbed her arms, I wanted to hear her say it out loud.
Her back arched off the table, pressing herself closer to my face. I could feel her heat, her desire, as if it were my own. Her thoughts were a jumble of pleasure and need, a symphony of wants that I was eager to fulfill.
"Oryx," she gasped, her voice a sweet melody to my ears. I loved the way she said my name, the way it rolled off her tongue like a secret she couldn't wait to share.
I let my tongue explore her, the suction cups pulsing underneath my trousers with my own desire. I brought my fingers to her entrance and scooped up her arousal. I quickly shoved my pants down and brought it to my shaft.
I could taste her with my cups.
My hips jerked, fucking my hand drawing out more of her sweet taste. Her moans filled the room, her thoughts begging for more, for me to never stop. I had no intention of stopping. I wanted to drown in her, to feel her pleasure as if it were my own.
Her body trembled beneath me, her breath coming in quick gasps. I could feel her climax building, her thoughts a whirlwind of sensation and need. I doubled my efforts, my tongue delving deeper, my suction cups pulsing faster.
She screamed my name as she came, her body convulsing with the force of her release. I drank her in, her pleasure echoing through my body, a growl of satisfaction rumbling in my chest.
Her body went limp, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I gently licked her, soothing her as she came down from her high. Her thoughts were a lazy river of contentment, her body sated.
I pulled away slightly, nuzzling her thigh. She glanced at me, a soft smile playing on her lips. "That was..."
“Stop making me addicted to you. I’m falling too fast.” Her mind whispered.
I wanted to make her addicted to me. That was the entire plan. To have her want me as much as I wanted her. “I want to bury myself into you, make us one,” I blurted.
Instead of agreeing, my pet let out a gasp and pushed at my horns. “Oryx, wait.”
As I sighed and pulled back, I expected her to tell me it was moving too quickly, just like she did last night. It was unwise of me to mention it, but I can't help feeling the heavy burden pressing on my chest.
I wanted to pledge myself to her. How else was I to show it?
Right now, her mind was being filled with thoughts I didn’t want to see.
Someone she let inside her body before me.
I snarled, my jaw ajar. I didn't want to lay eyes on his body– didn't want to acknowledge their existence.
I had known she had been with someone else, but the confirmation ignited a fire of rage within me to see it happening.
My fury built, my hooves striking the floor with a sharp, echoing click.
As her memories raced forward like a whirlwind, I witnessed the scene unfold as he grunted and finished, keeping her face from view.
The male fell over. He lay there, eyes closed, motionless, while Vesper remained sprawled beside him. Her clothes were still on, but her skirt was bunched up carelessly around her waist.
“You can leave now,” he groaned and rolled over away from her.
My hearts shattered within me as I caught sight of her.
Tears cascaded down her cheeks, glistening like small rivers of sorrow, as she slowly rose from the bed and slid into her undergarments with a quiet resignation.
She moved with a grace that belied her anguish, not sparing the male a single backward glance as she silently exited the room.
Why?
Does she think I will do that to her?
And who was this male?
A desperate cry tore from my throat, raw and agonized.
The thought of casting her aside felt like a knife twisting in my gut.
My Vesper, my cherished pet. I couldn't bear the idea of losing her.
I wanted nothing more than to keep her by my side forever.
The mere thought of her tears–of causing her even a moment of sorrow was unthinkable.
I would rather die than let that happen.
I don’t know if I should let her go or hold her. After seeing this, I should never request such a thing.
What a horrible creature I am?
I stood absolutely still, at least I tried.
Vesper grabbed my arm as my body trembled. “Did… you see that?” she whispered.
Another whine and I pulled my head away from her.
She guided my skull back with one hand and laid her cheek on my forehead. “I am not considered beautiful where I come from. I am different. White hair, purple eyes… I’m odd.”
I growled to correct her, but memories of children who made fun of her filled my head.