Chapter 19
Oryx
My pet emerged from the bathroom. I felt an urge to run my fingers through her hair as she settled onto my lap.
We were requested to attend a late dinner this evening. This suggests that my Lord has either been busy with work or is still trying to soothe his temper from our previous encounter.
I'm still shaken. My Lord attempted to destroy what was rightfully mine. I don't request much from him, and although he generously offers me many things, they hold little value to me. He is aware of this, and I accept them unwillingly.
All I wanted to have was companionship.
Vesper is all I ever wanted, I realized, and he wanted to take her. He had no right, even if he had created me.
“Orie, you don’t have to do this.”
I waved my hand, motioning for her to lean closer, and she willingly melted into my embrace.
She settled down gracefully, the thick velvet gown cascading around her like a shimmering waterfall, a garment that my Lord had chosen for her.
The rich fabric clung to her form, accentuating her beauty, though not as breathtaking as the radiant smile that lights up her face when her eyes meet my eye holes.
I never thought any creature would smile at me the way she does.
My claws ran through her hair. The brush she conveniently left in the bathroom. We have come to a routine, each night she lets me comb my claws through her hair and scratch at her scalp. She makes the pretty moaning noises that make my cock throb and press against her ass.
I’ve become obsessed with her and now that we must meet my Lord face to face, I fear that my relationship with him is over.
I am saddened by this, and my pet knows it.
While he is my creator I feel a connection to him I could never describe, it is why I tried my hardest to get to know him.
But he doesn’t want me as a person, just as a thing.
A deep thunderous purr rumbled through my chest. “You and I both like this. I like to groom you.”
Vesper giggled and leaned her head back. Her hair is long and beautiful, it reminded me much of my Lord’s that he normally keeps piled on top of his head.
"I think I'll put my hair up tonight, what do you think?
" She asks, holding a black ribbon and starting to gather her hair on top of her head.
With her hair lifted away from her neck and back, my chest vibrates in agreement.
I can see the elegant curve of her neck and the pulse of her heartbeat.
My body trembles with longing and desire.
“I bled enough so you can eat with Lord Veylor. I don’t think you gnawing at my arm at the table would be appropriate.”
I huffed in annoyance and held her by the waist with my large hands. My claws touched each other because her waist was so small. “I do not care, it would show him that you were mine and he can’t take you away from me.”
Vesper chuckled as she finished her hair.
My Lord wanted my pet. While I had pinkie promised Vesper I would not enter her mind, on purpose, her mind was open and loud.
She had left me while I was sleeping and ventured into my Lord’s chambers.
She was foolish. I couldn’t believe she would do such a thing, but after reading her memories, I saw the reasoning behind it.
Vesper was only protecting me.
She wanted to let him know I was hers. She claimed me and spoke against my Lord like he was a child.
My chest puffed in pride. My pet had claimed me, she had done exactly what I wanted to do. I have shown her I am an excellent master and male to her and now she will never want to leave.
It will take her time to tell me she loves me out loud. I will have her telling me these words so soon.
The tip of my cock has tasted her cunt and just this morning she wrestled with the idea of letting me shove it inside her.
I whined when she stood and patted her hair. “Look okay?”
I nodded, unable to say anything. She was everything I was not. Beautiful and accepting.
I saw how my Lord looked at her in lust. He was going to take her from me, use her, dispose of her.
This couldn't happen.
He would have to rid me from this living plane first.
As I stepped into the grand dining hall, the moon cast a silvery glow through the tall windows, its light diffused in a misty haze that seemed to soften the edges of the night. Cradled in my arms, my pet squirmed slightly, expressing her discontent at being held.
Her dress draped elegantly over one side of my arm, resembling an oversized blanket. The soft fabric brushed against my skin as I walked, adding to the ethereal atmosphere of the room.
My Lord liked everyone dressed nicely for meals.
“I really don’t need you to carry me, Orie. My legs work fine.”
The fear that my Lord might enter and whisk her away was palpable, and I couldn't allow it. If she left me, my entire world would crumble, and I would be consumed by fury. I would set the estate ablaze, reduce his lab to ashes, and obliterate everything in my path.
“I like carrying you.” I nuzzled my hardened nose into her hair. “I want you with me always.”
“He’s so cheesy, I can’t help but fall for him more,” she said inside her.
My chest let out a steady rumble, and my tail flicked back and forth. As we stepped into the grand dining hall. A long, polished table stretched out, adorned with deep red candles that cast a warm, flickering glow across the room.
Platters of food were arranged, each dish artfully presented.
Although none of it was suitable for my palate, there was an abundance of choices that would surely satisfy Vesper.
The air was thick with the aroma of roasted meats and freshly baked breads, and I immediately heard her stomach growl in response.
Foolish, I should have gotten her a snack earlier.
“It appears you haven’t fed the human very well, Oryx. The dress is almost too big for her and her stomach can be heard from here.”
Thoughts of worthlessness fell upon me.
My Lord sat at the head of the table, he rolled his glass filled with a deep red wine. His plate was filled with food but hardly touched. “Come now, bring her here. I want to take a closer look at her.”
My Lord acted impassive, Vesper showed no fear to meet the male that tried to kill her. Vesper does it to protect me. The real question was, why was my Lord acting this way?
I haven’t spoken to him since he tried to take my pet and wanted to play nice with her. I don’t care if he has spoken with her, he hasn’t spoken to me.
I growled and took her to the opposite end of the table and sat in the chair that had no back to it. It enabled my tail to be free and was more comfortable.
Lord Veylor sat up and put his glass on the table and smirked. “Oryx, I’m hurt. Why would you not show this human to me sooner?”
“You tried to take her from me! Just like I knew you would!” I snarled. “Kill her, rip her from the living plane!” I gripped her tighter and she gasped.
“Damn, the testosterone in the room is stifling,” her mind whispered.
My Lord tutted. “We share everything Oryx, I was hurt you wouldn’t show me you brought another living thing into our home. Of course I would be naturally upset.”
My pet curled her arm around my head and scratched behind my ears. Immediately, my shoulders slumped and I calmed myself… for her.
Vesper opened her mouth. “Perhaps he felt intimidated to speak with you, seeing that you never once visited his room or checked up on him. You would have known I was in your home,” she goaded.
I nuzzled into her cheek. “You best keep quiet, you don’t know what you’re doing.”
She patted the side of my head. “I’m protecting you. I won’t let him do mind tricks on you to make you feel guilty.”
My ears twitched. “Is that what he does?”
Vesper pursed her lips. “Of course he does. He’s trying to make you feel bad for things he hasn’t done for you. Blaming you for not talking to him when he is the one that pushes you away.”
“Even if Veylor is hot and broody, I won’t let anyone hurt my monster.”
My Lord pounded his fist on the table. “You cursed wench, you speak lies! I only wish to protect my friend and you spout ugly mistruths!”
“Then where have you been?” She taunted. “You haven't visited Oryx. All the while, we have read, enjoyed each other’s company and become better friends in two weeks than you two have in twenty years!”
She had him there. However, No one ever spoke up against Lord Veylor, well, I guess I never spoke up against him and now Benedict.
Lord Veylor rose gracefully from his seat, the heavy wooden chair scraping against the floor with a resounding clatter that echoed throughout the room.
As he approached, I couldn't help but observe the meticulous way he fastened the buttons of his high-collared black dress coat, each click resonating with a sense of authority.
This coat was unlike any I had seen before; it was expertly tailored, hugging his form in all the right places, lending an air of sophistication to his presence.
His hair, usually confined in a tight bun, cascaded down in soft, elegant waves that framed his face, softening his sharp features. He looked… nice.
Very handsome.
Apparently, Vesper thought so too. Her scent was stronger, a faint scent of arousal came from beneath her dress.
“Something about a man in a tight fitting coat… and it looks like Oryx likes it too, his dick is digging into my ass more than usual.”
I swallowed hard as he approached, those dark eyes piercing through me and then… at her… at Vesper…my pet. Emotions I couldn’t describe ran through me.
Me touching her, him touching me, me touching him. Were these feelings normal? I just found out I could touch a female, to make myself feel good and to make my pet feel good. What if my lord wanted to feel good too? Is that why he is upset?
I panted, confusion engulfing me as I stood.
What was he going to do?