Chapter 42 Elowen
ELOWEN
It takes me a little while to catch my breath.
“Mmm, baby—you taste so fucking good,” Theron murmurs, looking up at me. “But I made you all messy—let me clean you up.”
He kisses my inner thighs and then gets to work, lapping away my spilled juices.
I moan softly and reach down to card my fingers through his hair.
I’ve never felt this way before—so safe and so worshipped at the same time.
I never knew a male could be like this—I guess because I’ve never been craved before like Theron seems to crave me.
After he gets me cleaned to his satisfaction—which includes several long licks to my throbbing pussy that make me moan and arch my back—he finally closes my robe and comes up to kiss me.
I kiss him back eagerly, winding my arms around his neck.
To my surprise, I love the taste of my own secret flavor on his lips.
It makes me feel hot and ready all over again and I’m not entirely sure the curse that Grizalyn laid on me has anything to do with that.
I think it’s just Theron—he makes me feel so safe and protected and desired and beautiful.
I never knew I could feel like this.
Back at the dorm in the temple, I always felt too big, too fat—not pretty enough—just a half-breed. But Theron makes me feel like the most gorgeous girl in the world. I like feeling this way, I decide as I moan into his mouth and kiss him back. I wish I could always feel this way.
You’ll never feel it again after you work the Time Weaving spell, whispers a little voice in my head. You’ll forget all about him and he’ll forget about you. You’ll think he’s just the big scary Drake Shifter smith and you’ll avoid him because you think he’s dangerous.
Well to be fair, Theron is dangerous—but not to me. I feel safe with him—safe and cared for and valued. Which is something I’ve never felt with a person before. He just makes me feel so…so…
Loved, whispers that little voice in my head, but I push it away. He doesn’t love me—he can’t. We haven’t even known each other that long. But still, there’s just something about the big Drake Shifter…I feel so connected to him…so close.
He must feel close to me too because when he breaks the kiss, he draws me close so that I’m resting my head on his broad shoulder.
“Mmm, baby—been wanting to do that from the minute I first brought you home with me,” he rumbles.
“You, uh, enjoyed it that much?” I ask him.
“Fuck yes,” he growls. He hesitates a moment then adds, “My Drake did too. Thank you for letting him taste you.”
I can feel myself blushing when I remember how thick his Drake’s tongue was inside me. It really filled me up and stretched me out—which was exactly what I needed.
“Um…can parts of him come out whenever he wants or whenever you let him?” I ask curiously.
“When I let him,” Theron agrees. He groans and rubs his crotch with his free hand. “He’s coming out right now, as a matter of fact.”
“He is? How?” I look down at his trousers, fascinated, and see that the button is gone and there’s a huge bulge—even bigger than his regular equipment down there.
“His shaft came out when you were coming,” Theron explains. “It made both of us so fucking hot to feel you moving all around and hear you moaning. That and tasting all your sweet juices when your little pussy was gushing for us was almost more than either one of us could fucking stand.”
“Can…can I see it?” I ask, in a low voice.
He looks surprised.
“You want to?”
“Yes, I think so,” I say, which sounds weak. “Yes, I do,” I say more firmly. After all, his Drake is part of him and I want to know them both.
“If you’re sure it won’t scare you…” His hand hovers over his leather trousers.
“I’m not afraid,” I say, lifting my chin. “Show me.”
“All right then, baby.”
He opens his trousers and I have to bite back a gasp.
His Drake’s cock is huge—utterly alien…but also utterly beautiful.
It’s nearly twice as thick as Theron’s own shaft—which is plenty thick enough—and covered in tiny, shiny, silver scales. The broad head is massive—bigger than my fist—and there are rounded ridges up and down the length of it.
“Oh…it’s beautiful,” I murmur. “But…how can you use it on anyone? I mean, how does your Drake use it? When he finds a female Drake, I mean. Isn’t it too big?”
Theron shakes his head.
“There are no female Drakes. Not for my kind of Shifter, anyway. I’ve heard of a few kinds where the women also have their own Drakes inside, but I’ve never actually seen one.”
“Oh—how sad for your Drake,” I say.
He shakes his head.
“He wouldn’t be attracted to a female Drake anyway—even if there was one. That’s not how it works.”
“Oh?” I raise my eyebrows. “How does it work, then? Who is he attracted to?”
Theron gives me a level look that makes my heart flutter for some reason.
“He’s attracted to human women—the same way I am,” he rumbles.
“He…he is?” My voice goes high and uncertain as I try to imagine that. Is Theron telling me that his Drake is attracted to me? I don’t know how to feel about that.
“Yes, he is,” Theron confirms.
“But how can he, I mean, you know, how can he fit?” I ask, staring at the huge silver shaft between his thighs.
“His precum is magic,” is his answer. “Helps any female he wants to be with open for him—for both of us.”
“It does?” I can’t seem to make my voice sound normal. I can’t help picturing that huge thing between my legs, trying to slide inside me. It would split me in two!
“Yes, little one, it does. But you don’t have to worry about that. After you work your spell, he won’t even remember you. Neither will I.”
He sits up abruptly and begins stuffing the huge shaft back in his trousers with quick, jerky motions.
I stare at him surprised—he seems upset, but I don’t know why. Was it something I said? Something I did…or didn’t do?”
“Excuse me,” a tiny voice cuts into my troubled thoughts.
I gasp and jerk my robe closed when I look up and see the tiny Leaf Sprite hovering just above me.
I had almost forgotten all about him. To be honest, I even forgot why we were doing…
what we’ve been doing. I was just enjoying letting Theron taste me and talking with him afterwards.
Well, until he got all stiff and short with me for some reason.
“Oh, um, hello again,” I say to the sprite. I run my fingers through my hair, trying to look presentable and feeling self-conscious. I didn’t mean for him to see me naked.
The sprite seems unconcerned, however.
“Are you ready to receive the jewel?” he asks in his tiny, piping voice. “The Grandfather Tree and the root have received your sacrifice favorably—they are willing to grant it to you.”
“Oh, are they?” I get to my feet hastily, brushing dry grass and leaves from my robes.
“Yes. Please stand facing the root while I work the spell,” the sprite instructs.
Theron and I stand facing the enormous root—which is taller than both of us, even Theron—and the sprite begins to chant.
“Pleasure freely given
Pleasure freely taken
Listen to our plea
Let now the root awaken.
Hear our humble cry
Hear our forlorn sigh
Let not your heart be cruel
Please release the jewel.”
I wait expectantly, my heart in my throat. Will the root of the Grandfather Tree listen? Will it really give up the jewel I need for my Time Weaving?
What if it doesn’t? whispers a little voice in my head. What if you can’t get it? Then what? Would it really be so bad to just stay here with Theron?
Before I can answer that question, I hear a low groaning sound, and the massive root begins to split.
I watch is fascination as a wide crack appears, running the length of the ancient wood.
It’s at exactly my eye-level so I can see it perfectly as the wood and bark separate, opening wider and wider, allowing me to see into the heart of the massive root.
The scent of sap and fresh cut wood invades my senses.
A moment later, I see something new—a faint glimmering, shimmering purple thing is lying in the very heart of the root. I can’t help feeling surprised—I thought the jewel was buried under the root, but I guess it’s buried inside it.
“You may reach for the jewel now,” the sprite says. “The root allows it.”
“Wait…” Theron puts a hand on my arm to stop me and steps between me and the root. He frowns at the sprite. “I don’t like the idea of her reaching into that fucking crack,” he growls.
The sprite puts his hands on his tiny hips.
“Do you presume to insinuate that the Grandfather Tree would hurt her?”
“It’s all right, Theron,” I assure him. “I’m a priestess of the Nature Goddess–remember? The tree won’t hurt me.”
“Well…” He still doesn’t look convinced. “All right,” he says at last. “But I want to keep a hand on you. If anything starts happening, I’m yanking you out of there.”
I feel a little flutter of pleasure at his protectiveness.
“All right,” I say at last. “I’ll be careful.”
“I know you will–I wish I could get it for you,” he growls.
“Only the hand that works the spell can collect the elements,” I remind him.
“Yeah…all right.” He takes my left hand and entwines our fingers. “Go ahead then–reach for it. I’ve got you.”
I lean into the tree, stretching into the crack in the wood, reaching for the glimmering purple jewel.
The minute I wrap my hand around it, I feel a magical tingle run up my arm.
It makes me gasp and Theron must think something is going wrong because he yanks me out of the crack in the root so fast it makes my head spin!
“Are you all right?” he demands, grabbing me by the shoulders and looking me up and down. “Tell me what’s wrong, baby!”
“Nothing’s wrong!” I exclaim breathlessly. “I got it–see?”
I hold out my hand to show the jewel, which glimmers so brightly it’s almost hard to look at. It’s about the size of a walnut and it feels extremely heavy in my palm.
The moment I open my fingers, another one of the crystal collection vessels appears, humming in the air above my head. I reach for it and slip the jewel inside. The moment the stopper is put back in place, it shimmers out of existence, and I know the jewel is safe.
“Fuck,” Theron mutters. “I’ll never get used to that.”
“It seems that this part of your quest is complete,” the Leaf Sprite chirps in his tiny voice. “And so, the root bids you goodbye and good luck, priestess.”
He disappears and then the vast crack in the enormous root begins to close with a low creaking sound. Before I know it, the wound in the wood has completely sealed itself up.
Theron and I stare at the root silently and I feel my stomach twist. Only one quest left…but it’s the hardest one of the four.
I wonder if I can do it without getting killed.