Chapter 35
ELOWEN
The heat hits me instantly—Theron’s big body is scorching—his Drake’s fire pulsing beneath his skin, chasing the ice from my bones.
In my frozen state, it feels incredible. I press closer, shivering still, but the shudders ease into something else—awareness. Embarrassment floods me—I’m naked against him. But I’m too cold to pull away, too grateful for his warmth to ask him to stop.
“Feeling better?” he murmurs, his breath hot against the side of my neck.
“Y-yes,” I stammer, my teeth no longer chattering.
Slowly, deliciously, sensation returns—feeling floods back into my numb fingers and toes.
My skin tingles—no longer icy but soft and alive.
The river’s roar fades to background noise—crickets chirping in the willows, night-blooming jasmine scenting the air sweet and heady. And still, I cling to him.
But with the warmth comes need.
It starts low in my belly, a familiar, cursed ache—the witch’s doing, flaring hotter than ever.
Being this close to Theron’s big, muscular body only makes it worse.
His scent surrounds me—smoky spice, leather, raw male—making my head spin.
I become acutely aware of his thick shaft, branding my belly like a hot poker.
It’s huge, even only semi-hard—long and heavy, nestled against my soft skin.
My pussy throbs in response, swelling hot and achy, slickness gathering between my thighs as it rubs against me.
I moan softly, shifting against him, unable to help myself. The friction sends sparks through me, my clit pulsing. Oh Goddess, I need him so badly!
“What’s wrong, little one?” Theron asks, his deep voice low and concerned, his arms tightening around me.
I bite my lip, mortified that he might find out what I’m feeling.
“N-nothing’s wrong. I’m fine,” I lie.
But it seems he can sense the falsehood.
“It’s the curse, isn’t it? You’re in need,” he rumbles.
“How…how did you know?” I whisper, heat flooding my face because, Goddess, it’s embarrassing to be so sexually needy all the time!
“I can smell it on you—you smell like you’re going into heat.” His nose nuzzles my neck, inhaling deeply. “Sweet and ripe… fucking intoxicating.”
“I am in heat,” I admit, hips wiggling despite myself. “But I can’t do anything about it. Last night I was trying to…to help myself but I couldn’t, you know, get there.”
He strokes my hair gently, lips brushing my forehead in a tender kiss.
“Poor little priestess. You couldn’t make yourself come?”
I shake my head, my cheeks scorching.
“No.”
He kisses me again—my cheek this time.
“Do you want me to help you?” he murmurs.
I want to say yes with all my being…but shame gets in the way.
“No, I should try to fight it—fight the curse.”
“Fight it then,” he murmurs. “I’ll help you. We’ll just stay like this a while longer—make sure you’re all warmed up.”
“All right,” I hear myself saying.
Guilt twists my gut—what if the Nature Goddess is watching? I’m a priestess and this—being naked in a man’s arms and risking my chastity—is sin.
Yet I can’t bear the thought of moving away from his body—he’s so warm, so big, his solid muscle cradling me like I’m precious.
He makes me feel cared for…maybe even loved.
I can’t stop myself from trying to get closer—trying to get more of that intoxicating feeling of being cared for and protected.
But as I rub against him, desperate for friction, his shaft hardens—thickening… lengthening. Before I know it, I feel it parting my outer pussy lips to rub directly against my aching clit. The velvety head drags over my swollen bud, sending lightning through me.
“Oh, Goddess,” I moan, knowing I should pull away but not able to make myself. Instead, I grind against him, rubbing hard against the rigid shaft as sparks of pleasure fly through me.
“Mmm, baby, I know you couldn’t manage last night, but it feels like you’re helping yourself now,” Theron murmurs, his deep voice husky, but he doesn’t stop me. Instead, his big hands close over my hips, encouraging me to keep going.
My pleasure is climbing now—steady and insistent. Maybe the curse demands male contact—maybe I can’t come without his heat…his scent…his hardness. It feels right…almost inevitable.
“Please,” I beg brokenly. “I’m sorry, I just want…I need…”
“It’s all right, sweetheart—help yourself,” he growls, his breath hot on my neck. “Fuck, you feel so good against me. Your soft little pussy is so wet… dripping all over my cock.”
I moan louder, grinding shamelessly, my clit throbbing against his shaft. I was so cold a moment ago but now I’m hot—burning up. The river-scented breeze cools my fevered skin, night blooming jasmine heavy in the air and fireflies winking like stars around us.
I keep going—focused on reaching the peak. My pleasure builds—close, so close—but then it plateaus frustratingly. What am I doing wrong?
I give a muffled moan of pure frustration, my hips stuttering to a stop.
“Theron, I can’t…I can’t get there. I need help.”
“I can help you, baby—if you trust me,” he growls, his deep voice thick with hunger. “I can get you there, but you have to let me in.”
“I trust you,” I promise breathlessly. “Please, just help me!”
“All right, baby, I’ll help.”
Smooth as sin, he rolls us over and now I’m on my back in the cool, mossy grass.
He looms over me—his horns silhouetted against the moon, looking like some ancient god of fertility and sex.
I gasp in surprise, but I don’t fight him. Instead, I feel my legs parting instinctively. My body is deep in cursed need—achingly empty.
But it’s not enough for Theron.
“Spread wider for me,” he tells me, his eyes glowing silver. “Open up, baby—let me in.”
I bite my lip hard. We’re both naked with him heavy atop me—if I spread wider, his thick cock could thrust deep into my pussy, fucking me long and hard. He could come in me, shooting his hot seed which would change my blue eyes green and swell my belly instantly.
I shouldn’t risk it.
And yet I can’t seem to help myself—the curse is driving me and need won’t let me stop. I think part of me wants him to fill me—to claim me—despite the consequences I know would follow.
I allow myself to trust him.
Slowly, thighs trembling, I spread wide—my pussy exposed, glistening and swollen with need in the moonlight.
“All right, Theron—I trust you,” I tell him. “Go ahead—help me.”
“Good girl,” he growls softly. “Such a good girl to spread your sweet little pussy for me. Just relax, baby—I’m going to get you where you need to go.”
He reaches down and presses his thick shaft between my swollen pussy lips—not entering me, thank the Goddess—just nestling hot and heavy along my slit, the broad head kissing my clit.
Then he starts to move—rubbing against me in long, slow strokes that send fire shooting through all my veins at once.
“Oh Goddess…Theron!” I moan, wrapping legs around his hips, heels digging into his firm ass. I rub up shamelessly—my clit sliding along his thick length—pleasure coiling tight inside me.
“That’s right, baby—rub that sweet little pussy against my cock,” he growls in my ear. “Feel how hard you make me? My thick cock is leaking all over your clit…gonna make you come…make you gush without even stretching your tight little pussy.”
We moan together, our bodies slick with sweat, grass tickling my back as he presses against me. I grind faster—my clit throbbing on his shaft as we rub together.
“I’m getting close,” I moan, my nails raking his broad shoulders. “Theron… it feels so good… so good…”
“Good, baby—come for me,” he growls, his hips rolling to grind even harder. “Come all over my cock…let me feel that sweet little pussy coming just for me.”
My pleasure peaks at last—almost blinding in its intensity and I hear myself moaning…begging.
“Theron! Goddess, yes—don’t stop!”
My pussy spasms against him, gushing slickness over his shaft as stars are flashing behind my eyes. Waves of sensation crash over me, my body convulsing beneath his much larger one as at least I reach the peak I’ve been seeking for so long.
Goddess, it feels so good! I know it’s wrong—wrong to spread my pussy for the big Drake and let him rub against me until he makes me come. But if it’s wrong, why does it feel so right? So good? Why can’t I seem to get enough of him?
When at last the pleasure fades, I lie boneless beneath him, chest heaving, pussy still fluttering with aftershocks.
I feel utterly contented. Stars wink lazily overhead through the tree branches and fireflies are dancing like tiny lanterns in the jasmine-scented air.
“Hmm, baby—had enough?” Theron’s weight lifts slightly, silver eyes locked on mine, dark with unreleased hunger.
“For now,” I admit.
“Good—because now I need to take care of myself.”
He pulls back, kneeling between my spread thighs. His hand wraps around his gleaming cock—coated in my juices and shining wetly in the moonlight. The massive shaft throbs in his fist, the broad head flushed deep purple and leaking fresh precum.
I can’t help admiring it—Goddess, it’s so powerful—longer and thicker than anything I ever even imagined before I met him.
“Fuck, baby,” he growls, stroking slow at first, his fist gliding slickly from root to tip. “Wish I could have buried my cock balls-deep in your greedy little pussy… wish I could have stretched you wide open and filled you up with my seed.”
His words make my body clench with need all over again because that’s what I wish too.
I bite my lips, mesmerized, watching his hand pump faster.
His heavy balls swing with each stroke, drawn tight and full of seed.
His tattoos writhe across his flexing abs, glowing faintly as his pleasure builds.
Pre-cum beads at the slit, on the broad head, dripping down to mix with my juices on his knuckles.
“Gonna come for you,” Theron growls. “Watch me, baby—watch me paint your belly with what should be flooding your womb.”
His pace is quickening, his groans deep and ragged. His free hand reaches down to cup my pussy—still wet and open—in a darkly possessive gesture.
“Fuck… so close, baby… gonna shoot so much cum…”
“Yes, come on me!” I breathe. I know it’s dangerous, but I want to feel his seed coating me—hot and wet and thick. I want to feel it all over my body.
His hips buck into his fist, his cock swelling impossibly thicker.
“Take it, baby! Fuck, yes!” he growls, and then finally, he erupts.
Creamy white ropes burst from the tip of his cock—hot, thick spurts arcing high before splattering my belly in heavy streaks. Pulse after endless pulse—painting my naked body with his heat.
The scent hits me like a drug—spicy, salty heat, pure male temptation—thick in the night air—making my mouth water, pussy clench all over again.
One final thick rope lands between my breasts, trickling down to my belly button. He milks himself with slow strokes, groaning low, his burning silver eyes never leaving mine.
“Fuck, baby—all that seed all over you. But it was meant for your tight little cunt… for filling you up and breeding you deep…”
I moan as I rub his seed into my skin. It feels silky smooth, like a lotion, and I can smell the faint cinnamon scent that makes me want him even more.
Now that Theron helped me come, the curse’s claw retracts further, sated by proximity and scent. But a deeper hunger lingers—wilder and more insistent even than the magical lust.
Watching him come undone, his cock still twitching in his hand, I ache to taste it—to feel it hot and thick and hard inside me.
For now, though, relief washes over me, my body humming in the afterglow as the pressure is at last relieved.
Yet it was stronger this time—the curse-driven hunger deeper and more insistent. Theron was good to hold back—to not take what I know he wanted. But how long can our restraint hold when this curse still rides me like an impatient rider on a weak horse?
I fear what might happen next.