Chapter 43 Elowen
ELOWEN
But we don’t travel to the Southern wastelands right away. We go to a town on the very edge of the wastelands and there Theron declares that we need to stop a while.
“We need food and a place to rest before we take on a fire demon,” he says to me. “I’ll see if I can pick up some smithing work and maybe you can do some healing?”
“I can’t heal anything very big,” I tell him.
But it’s true, being a priestess of the Nature Goddess, I do have some healing power–not that I’ve had much experience using it on people.
I mostly heal woodland creatures if I find one hurt in the forest. I’m actually surprised I still have any magical powers at all, since they are granted by the Goddess herself.
I would have thought she would have abandoned me by now, considering the lascivious things I’ve been doing with the big Drake Shifter.
But maybe she knows I’m under a curse and I can’t help it–or that’s what I tell myself, anyway.
I know I should push Theron to finish the quest, but I don’t. I’m not anxious to face a Fire Demon and though I don’t like to admit it, even to myself, I don’t want my time with Theron to end.
I don’t know if he feels the same way, though. A strange kind of distance seems to have come between us ever since he showed me his Drake’s shaft. I don’t know why, but he seems cooler towards me–distant.
I don’t push myself on him, despite the fact that the curse is tormenting me. I keep my distance, even at night when we sleep in the same bed, since we’re pretending to be husband and wife.
Theron finds work at the local forge where his craftsmanship is much admired and I heal little cuts and injuries for the townsfolk.
The smith and his wife let us sleep in their attic and we stay for about a week, working and waiting.
Waiting for what? I’m not sure. Maybe just until we’re ready to go.
I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready.
One thing I do know, though, is that the curse is riding me hard. My nipples are tight all the time and my pussy feels wet and hot and swollen with need constantly. During the day, when I’m healing cuts and bruises, I can mostly ignore my body’s needs.
But at night, after Theron and I have gone to bed, I am in agony. I can smell his spicy, masculine scent and feel the heat of his big body and it makes me want him so badly I could scream.
I don’t though—I keep quiet. I know Theron must know I need him. He’s told me before that he can smell when I’m in need so I know he knows I’m having a hard time. But he doesn’t reach out to me, doesn’t offer to help.
Doesn’t even touch me.
I’m not going to lie–it hurts. I don’t know why he doesn’t seem to care anymore. Why he doesn’t kiss me or hold me or touch me or anything at all.
I would think he doesn’t care at all…except sometimes I catch him watching me with an expression on his face I can’t quite read. But whenever he sees me looking, his jaw tightens, and he looks away.
I wish I knew what I did wrong. I wish I could stop wanting him.
I don’t think I can stand the curse much longer–I’m going to have to beg him to help me. But what if he says no?
I don’t know what I’ll do if that happens–I only know I’m miserable and I miss him.