Chapter 13 #3
I swallow at his words and let them sink in, unsure if they hold any truth.
Caria doesn’t speak; her breath hitches, shallow and rapid, as her shoulders hunch inward defensively.
I see her shadows layering me, guarding and readying themselves.
This Dhampir must be lying, trying to get into my head, fill it with lies, and break our connection.
I just know he is; if he can separate us, we’re both vulnerable targets.
I’m well aware he can notice the Aurum around me, explaining his hesitation.
“That’s for me to figure out, Dhampir; my well-being is not your concern. Now leave. Get out of the city,” I retort.
I straighten my shoulders, showing him I do not fear him or any of his minions.
I fold my arms across my chest, trying to appear calm, though my knuckles whiten with the grip.
I stand in front of Caria, part of me desperately wanting to prove that I am worthy of such a choice if she ever needs to make one.
A stinging headache takes hold of me as images of Jodelle are forced into my mind, and the love I have for her is pushed to the forefront.
I wince from the pain that strikes me over and over.
His eyes narrow in confusion, a frown tugging at the Dhampir's lips.
“Don’t get your heart broken in the process. It’d be a waste of such a strong young man. If you ever change your mind, just call my name, and I’ll come get you.”
A genuine smile briefly appears on his face. Is he trying to recruit me for his cause? Would I be able to fight alongside a darkling? Could he help me get to Harlot?
“You two,” the Dhampir addresses the two men inside the city walls, “occasionally, sacrifices are inevitable. I thank you for your courage. It’s time to rejoin your families.”
He salutes the two men as he returns to the others. The two men repeat the gesture like trained soldiers while the others mimic the motion. No emotions are on display, and no tears are shed for the lives that will eventually be spilled.
“Oh, and Fynn, the name is Faas, don’t forget it. I meant what I said. Say it, and I’ll come fetch you,” he calls out.
With those words, Faas leaves us behind with the two men standing there, having made peace with their fate. I frown as I try to remember if I ever told him my name.
Caria storms away from the scene, leaving the men by themselves, and I run after her, not paying them any mind either.
She tells me in rambling words that she must find Reiner and tell him what happened.
Hearing his name, I suppress a flare of anger.
Reiner, the one who beds her, the witch that made her cum for all of us to hear, for me to hear.
Having a name for the bastard doesn’t make it easier, hatred surging through me as I repeat the name in my head.
Reiner. The headache worsens, Jodelle’s voice penetrates my mind, and her words of love for me.
I do my best to block out the traitorous thoughts of jealousy over Caria, making the throbbing bearable.
A figure appears in sight. Reiner crosses the street with large steps, barging toward us, Caria crashing into his arms. How did he know we were coming?
He barely acknowledges me as he embraces her tightly.
Caria’s shivering form relaxes into his hold.
Reiner soothes her, lovingly caressing her hair as tears start to fall, and all I hear are her sobs and his murmurs.
He kisses the top of her head as he whispers in her ear.
The words come out choked as Caria tells the bastard what happened, the encounter with the Dhampir, and the realization hits me that terror consumed her because of that Dhampir, not just a slight fear as I expected.
A bitterness that I feel grounds me, envy that it is the bastard holding her instead of me.
He is the one who gives her a sense of safety, and my presence does not.
A flash of pain strikes my head, my eyes bulging from the sting, and I swear softly.
“Thank you, Fynn, for protecting Caria. Standing up to a dhampir takes courage. Whatever this Faas told you, know their sole purpose is to destroy everything that stands in their way. You two make a great pair. I can see that. I’m sure he was trembling from the idea of you two joining forces against him. ”
His words take me by surprise and unintentionally evoke a sense of pride, which I shrug off, telling him it is no big deal.
However, Caria intervenes and convinces me it is.
She says that she wouldn’t have known what to do without me, but I kept her safe.
Caria hugs me, tightening herself around me and pressing her breasts against my chest. She pulls me in and whispers softly in my ear that I am her hero.
I can’t help myself as I quickly whiff her hair, embracing her closely, her scent intoxicating.
Finally, I am the one holding her, comforting her.
Feeling her small body against mine, fitting so perfectly, her tits squeezed against me; I forget the bastard is even there.
My body responds, and I feel my cock twitching in my pants.
Before I start grinding against her with a hard-on, I try to remove myself, but she won’t let go.
I feel my erect dick bulging against her stomach, embarrassment taking over, yet she still doesn’t let me go.
She stands on her toes, rubbing herself against me, and all I want to do is push my cock between her tits and cum on her face.
I feel horrible and aroused by the thought.
She needs me to provide solace, yet my mind is in the gutter.
“Next time we meet, let me thank you in private,” she whispers, her warm breath fanning against my ear.
My breathing turns ragged, and a scorching pain lurches itself into my brain as an image of a naked Caria with flushed cheeks and perky tits is conjured by my mind.
An image where she wants me to fuck her instead of that dickhead.
I can’t help myself. I do my best to suppress my thoughts, but it's as if something is forcing them through nonetheless.
“Yes,” I manage to say through the pain as I grit my teeth.
Caria lets me go, biting her lower lip as she looks at me sultrily, which is not helping, and I excuse myself, hoping my arousal is not too evident.
The idea of leaving her behind with that prick evokes a vexation within me, but I am unable to control myself any longer.
I need to get away from Caria before I perform an act of stupidity and lust and tear our bond beyond repair.
I stalk toward the inn and run upstairs, where I find Jodelle sitting on the bed.
She’s excited to finally see me after being alone the whole time within the confinement of these bedroom walls.
Without me to protect her, she’s unable to leave the room.
Those big, doe-like blue eyes look up at me as I stand before her; she’s beautiful.
Not being able to contain my feverish excitement, I command her to undress, which she obediently does.
Impatiently, I rip off her bra and panties, my anger taking over.
I grab her legs and flip her on her stomach.
She yelps in excitement. Quickly, I pull up her hips, her round ass in front of me.
I don’t care to check if she’s ready for me, if her cunt is wet enough, and I insert my dick between her pussy lips.
The first few pushes go a little rough, and she cries feebly, but with each thrust, her slit becomes wetter until she is soaked.
Her groans and moans only encourage me to fuck her harder.
I fist my hand in her blonde hair and plunge my fingers into her soft skin as I pump.
Jodelle whimpers from the pain and pleasure while I fuck her roughly from behind instead of Caria.
The pain is finally going away with each thrust. She bucks against me, and I pull out.
My hand still twisted in her hair; I drag her onto her knees in front of me and tell her to suck my cock.
She opens her lips and starts to lick and suck my tip.
I take her head and force myself into her mouth.
She chokes on my cock as I begin to fuck her throat deeply, strings of saliva dripping on her bare breasts.
Jodelle tries her best to accommodate my ruthless desire as she gurgles and whines.
I look at Jodelle, struggling with my cock shoved down her throat, tears spilling on her cheeks, and I imagine it’s Caria instead.
Caria is on her knees, those golden suns looking up at me like I am her God, the only one, willingly drooling over herself because she can barely swallow the size of my dick.
Her tight cunt is sopping because she craves my cock so badly.
Only a slight sting resurfaces as I conjure that picture of Caria wriggling underneath me, ready to swallow my cum on her knees with her tits bouncing.
Her beautiful red hair is being fisted by me instead of that asshole.
The imagery of Caria is what sends me over the edge; I pull out of Jodelle’s mouth, and long strings of semen spurt on her face while she coughs.
I look at her as she’s catching her breath, my cum all over her face, hair, and her tits. I contain the urge to smear it all over her. I still feel anger, a desire to fuck, to ravage, but it isn't with Jodelle.
After Jodelle cleans herself up, she crawls into my arms, and we cuddle in bed.
I feel like an asshole for being so rough with her, even after she says to me she enjoyed it—the worry she experienced from my not touching her has dissipated.
I tell Jodelle I love her so much, showering her with kisses, and I mean it; yet a nagging feeling tells me I do not love her completely.
She might have my mind, but my heart is not entirely hers.
I ignore the emotion, quelling it effectively… for now.
DIARY ENTRY:
Keir is so pale, it looks like his veins are painted on his skin like a map. He’s also losing weight rapidly now. This is not supposed to happen, not yet. We need more time. I need more time.