Chapter 31 Elowen
ELOWEN
I woke up feeling worse than I did the night before and I’m still not right.
I shift on the Drake’s broad back, trying to ignore the need inside me—the curse spreading through my body like an incurable disease.
I try to ignore it and enjoy the flight. Swooping through the air on dragon back is something few people get to enjoy—the land spreading below us and the wind whistling through my hair…
It should feel peaceful…but it doesn’t.
Because the heat is still there. The ache between my thighs is deeper now—sharper somehow, like something inside me is tightening, coiling, demanding attention I don’t know how to give it.
My whole body feels restless, oversensitive, as though even the brush of my own robes against my skin is too much.
Goddess, I need to be touched…I need to be filled…
I close my eyes, swallowing hard as I try to steady my breathing.
I barely slept last night because the need was so strong it wouldn’t let me relax.
At some point in the night, when I was sure Theron was asleep—when his breathing had gone slow and even and his back was turned to me—I tried touching myself. Just to see if I could get some kind of relief from the constant, gnawing need that won’t leave me alone.
My cheeks burn even now as I remember it—my own tentative touch, the way my body had responded almost instantly, as if it had been waiting for it. The way I had arched into my own hand, biting my lip to keep from making a sound.
I had been so sure this time would be different—that I could finish and finally ease this relentless hunger gnawing at me constantly.
But just like before, I couldn’t reach the peak.
No matter what I did, no matter how close I felt, it was like hitting an invisible wall—like something inside me refused to let me reach a release. The tension just built and built until it became almost unbearable, and then—nothing.
No release…no relief. Just more need.
I press the heels of my hands against my eyes now, groaning softly under my breath.
It has to be part of the curse—it has to be.
The witch said I would crave male touch and male seed—said the need would drive me. Of course she wouldn’t let me satisfy it on my own. That would defeat the whole purpose.
The thought makes something twist painfully in my chest as I remember the noises I heard last night. Theron talking in his sleep, saying “Mine” and “Ours.” And when he woke and went a little way away into the forest, I’m pretty sure I know what he was doing.
I heard low sounds of desire and the slick sound of a fist around a shaft. His whispered, “Fuck!” when he finally came made my whole body feel tight with desire.
Because I couldn’t help imagining he was finishing inside me—filling me with his shaft and shooting his seed deep inside my pussy.
Stop it, I scold myself. You can’t keep thinking like this! You can’t want him to take you—you know what would happen.
I squeeze my eyes shut, dragging in a slow breath. I force myself to remember Mirabella and the other girls with their green eyes and huge bellies. I don’t want that—I don’t.
Maybe the Sacred River will help.
The thought comes to me suddenly, unexpectedly, and I cling to it.
It’s sacred water—magical and pure. Maybe it will cool whatever this is inside me—wash away the worst of the curse, even if only for a little while.
I need that. Because I don’t know how much longer I can stand this.
When the Drake finally begins to descend, I feel a flicker of relief. Maybe the Sacred River really will help me. Maybe being submerged in its holy depths will cure the curse—or at least cool it down.
I hope so, anyway, because much more of this relentless aching need and I’m going to go mad.