Chapter 9 Elowen
ELOWEN
I watch Mirabella push her way out the door, a mixture of emotions tearing through me.
Even though she’s been so awful to me, I feel horrible for her.
Her magic eye drops won’t help this time—she’ll never be welcomed back into the temple now.
And I feel terrified for myself—because I am going to be next.
I can feel the curse working on me and I know she was right—I am going to give in to it. It’s inevitable.
But most of all, I feel a deep need inside me—the need to come. I want to be filled and fucked—my pussy is swollen and wet with desire. The curse is riding me hard, making me want to get fucked even though I’ve just seen what happened to Mirabella.
Oh Goddess, I’m in so much trouble!
I turn back to Theron, reaching for him without even thinking. I wonder if his cock is really shaped like a Drake’s. I wonder how much it will hurt, stretching out my pussy.
But mainly, I want it inside me.
“Please,” I whisper, taking his hand and pulling him back to the bench in the shadows.
“No—not here.” His voice is a low growl, and I see his eyes dart to the other males in the room and then to the door.
“Hey!” one of the Orcs calls, drool dripping from his tusks. “Why’d you let that other little priestess go and you kept that one for yourself?”
“Yeah—you oughta share!” the Minotaur snorts.
“I don’t fucking think so.”
Theron stands between me and the other males, and he seems to grow bigger somehow. His tarnished silver eyes start to glow, and his voice is much deeper when he speaks again.
“The girl comes with me,” he snarls in that deep, inhuman voice—the voice of his Drake, maybe? I don’t know but it sends a shiver down my spine, and I feel a flash of fear that cuts through the unending lust of the curse.
The other males back off and the bartender raises one meaty hand.
“All right now, we don’t want no Shifting in here! Your Drake will tear the whole place down!”
“Not Shifting as long as she stays safe with me. No one else is touching her!” Theron growls. “She’s MINE!”
The last words are a threatening rumble that I can feel in my bones.
Oh Goddess, my heart is pounding! I’m surprised at how possessive and protective he is of me.
He just met me, after all. But I’m grateful too.
I didn’t even realize I was in danger until he stepped between me and the other bar patrons.
“Come on—we’re leaving.”
He takes me by the wrist and drags me out of the tavern, into the dying light of the sun.
I blink—even near twilight, it’s brighter outside than it was in the dim and dirty Anvil.
“Thank you—I think,” I say, looking around. “But where…what…?”
“My place,” Theron growls. He still sounds like his Drake wants to come out and when he looks at me, his eyes are still glowing.
I don’t know if it’s safe to go anywhere with him right now—he’s so much stronger than me and still practically a stranger. Also, I’ll be missed if I don’t get back to the temple soon.
But the curse won’t let me go—the lust is riding me like a cruel master on a weak horse. I can’t seem to stop it.
I find myself nodding and I don’t even try to resist as he drags me through the village to the smithy. Beside it, there’s a neat little hut with thatch trim.
Theron drags me right through the front door and I don’t even try to stop him. I ignore the wide eyes of the woman across the way who looks vaguely familiar—have I seen her at the temple before?
I don’t know and I no longer care. I only know I need to get fucked to make this madness end.