19. Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Nineteen
Ena
Ena followed Ty back through the woods, grasping his hand like a lifeline in the dark.
Part of her still didn’t believe it—that he was real, and he’d returned, after over a month of thinking he was dead. But if this was a hallucination or a dream, then she was more than glad to be lost in it.
There was a lot of activity back at the stryx camp since evening was fully upon them, and everyone was buzzing about their new arrivals—but Ena only had eyes for Ty.
“Which one is yours?” Ty asked as they approached the shelters.
She pointed at the tent she and Turner had been sharing, and he tugged her inside it.
Ty looked around the sparse accommodations as they entered, taking them in for the first time, but he didn’t say a word—just got to work building up the central fire.
Ena took off her cloak as the tent became comfortably warm, and she settled down on her furs, feeling nervous for some reason.
She’d already been drinking blood the last couple days, and even though that still felt strange, there was something even more strange about this. Because she was about to drink Ty’s blood, and the prospect filled her with both anticipation and concern.
What if her cravings still got worse? What if she got out of control and hurt him, or used her visanis on him like she had on Kaya? So much about this was unknown.
Ty took off his outer layers of clothing, too, until he was in only his shirt and pants, then knelt on the sleeping platform next to her and began rolling up his sleeve without preamble.
Part of her wanted to tell him to stop—to wait.
She wasn’t sure if she was ready. But what was she waiting for? She needed to do this.
Ena watched in silence as he removed his dagger from his belt and held it above his wrist—almost exactly as he had during the unbinding ritual—so ready to sacrifice himself for her, or his people, and her heart warmed at the thought.
Ty looked up at her—meeting her eyes in the firelight. “You ready?” he asked her. He didn’t seem nervous at all, just determined, and that calmed her—his steady presence a balm to her nerves.
“Yes,” she said, with more confidence than she felt.
Then he drew the knife across his wrist. Blood instantly welled up along the cut. It wasn’t too deep, but deep enough that his quick daemonic healing wouldn’t cause it to close right away.
And the sight of it—oh, Gaia. Saliva filled Ena’s mouth as she watched the deep crimson, the sweet smell of it permeating the small space.
Ty lifted his wrist up to her mouth. “Drink, Ena,” he said soothingly. She was sure he could sense her nerves, though she’d tried to hide them. “If this is what you need, then drink from me.”
Ena reached out cautiously and brought his bloodied wrist to her lips. She watched the blood drip, drip, down his thick wrist, and she couldn’t wait any longer—she stuck out her tongue a tiny bit, and gently, slowly, she licked a drop of the blood off of his skin.
It tasted of pine and honey, sunshine and rain, snowmelt and burning embers.
It tasted of home and safety and lust and power.
It tasted like Ty, and it was the most amazing thing she’d ever had.
The feel and taste of it spread throughout her, like it had entered her own bloodstream and was everywhere, everywhere inside her.
As if compelled, she wrapped her lips around the open wound, sucking more of the blood into her mouth, and it overwhelmed her. She felt all at once enveloped by him, and she lost track of where she was. Of who she was. She became lost to him, and everything he was to her.
She savored the blood, tonguing his wrist to get every drop as she sucked more out—gently at first, then harder and harder until an unintentional moan escaped her, rising from her throat.
“Like that?” he asked darkly, his voice slightly tight with pain or desire, she wasn’t sure which.
Fuck yes, she liked it. She liked it so much she never wanted to stop, but she also didn’t want to hurt him.
That thought cracked her focus, causing her to pause.
She should stop. She should give him a break now.
She moved to pull back, even though her body was screaming for her to keep going, when Ty stopped her. He held her head firmly to him, not letting her pull her mouth away.
“Take what you want from me, viper,” he said, his voice definitely lustful this time as the grip on the back of her head, in her hair, tightened.
Fuck, was he enjoying this too?
She looked up at him out of the corner of her eye to see him staring at her intently, his pupils blown wide with desire.
Was it the pain he liked, or the way she was moaning in enjoyment?
Either way, she didn’t need to be told twice.
She refocused on his wrist—sucking harder and harder as his ambrosial taste filled her mouth.
After a few more minutes, the urge to keep drinking lessened. She started to feel…full almost. Satiated—at least in that way, because then a new urge took its place. She became hyper aware of a slickness between her thighs as her clit suddenly throbbed, almost painful in its sudden sensitivity.
She pulled back suddenly, breaking Ty’s hold on the back of her head, and locked eyes with him.
“Finished?” he asked, sounding almost disappointed.
“Yes,” she said, breathless, licking her lips. “The craving, it stopped.” She felt relieved. She hadn’t ever reached that point after drinking animal blood, but she finally felt satisfied.
“Good,” Ty said, reaching out with his hand to wipe a drop of blood away from the corner of her mouth. “And you feel okay otherwise?” His throat bobbed as he watched her, his thumb lingering on her lower lip.
“Yes,” she said. “Except…”
“Except…?” Ty asked, his eyes not leaving hers as he leaned closer to her, invading her space until they were breathing each other’s air.
“Except I really want you inside me now,” she whispered.
“Is that begging I hear from you, viper?” he asked, a smile gracing his beautiful face.
“Yes,” she admitted. She’d beg if she had to. “Please, Ty.”
“Please, what?”
He was preparing her—she knew that. Making her say out loud what she wanted so he could take control and give it to her, allowing her to let go of any shame for wanting him.
“Please fuck me,” she said breathlessly.
“Good girl,” he said, but he didn’t move to touch her.
Instead, he leaned forward, placing his hand gently at the base of her throat as he whispered in her ear.
“I’ve missed you so much, Ena. My beautiful, dark goddess.
” She could hear the emotion in his voice, the sincerity of his words.
“I am aching to be inside you, and you will take all of me. Nod if you understand.”
Ena nodded furiously, and Ty chuckled at her enthusiasm.
“Untie your dress and pull it down,” he said, and she did as commanded, undoing the ties on her bodice and opening it until her breasts were exposed.
They were fuller than normal—almost double in size already as the pregnancy advanced, and Ty stared down at them reverently.
It had been a month since he’d last seen her, and even longer since she’d been fully nude before him. Her body had changed.
“Fucking Iblis,” he said as he stared at her, then his gaze roamed lower to the defined bump of her lower abdomen.
He reached out cautiously to touch it, gently cupping it with both hands.
Sparks flew through her skin as his large, warm hands held her stomach.
“You look so fucking stunning. Like Gaia herself.” His hands moved up to cup her breasts, kneading them in his hands and stroking her sensitive nipples with his thumbs.
She gasped at his ministrations. Her nipples were so sensitive—far more than usual—but he noticed that and backed off.
“Too much?” he asked.
“A bit,” she said, but at the same time, she didn’t want him to stop. She’d missed him so much, she needed this. Needed to feel him everywhere.
“Just tell me what feels good,” he said, then lowered his head to one nipple and licked it so gently with his tongue. She felt her pussy fill with wetness, and she squirmed, trying to alleviate the tension.
“That,” she said breathlessly.
He chuckled darkly, but he didn’t do it again. Instead, he reached down under the bottom part of her dress, slipping his hand under the cotton pants she wore for extra warmth until he found her clit.
If she thought her nipples were extra sensitive, her clit was even more so. One tiny touch from his finger had her pussy clenching in pleasure and she gasped.
“Fuck. You are so sensitive,” Ty said, swallowing.
“I—I know,” she muttered, thoroughly distracted by where his finger was moving in slow, wet circles around her.
He leaned closer to her, grabbing the back of her hair to tilt her head and whisper in her ear. “Ena, I fucking worship you. You know that, right?”
“Yes, Master,” she said, gasping as he dipped a finger inside her. She was so slick, so ready for him, and he was teasing her mercilessly.
“Good, because for the next little while, I am going to make you take my cock exactly how I want you to, and you will do as I say and let me worship you, won’t you?” he asked darkly.
“Yes, Master,” she repeated, her voice shaking.
“Good girl. Now turn around.”
Ena did as she was told and turned around so her back was facing Ty. Gently, he pushed her down so she was on all fours in front of him, then she felt as he slid her dress and pants down, exposing her ass and pussy to him.
He reached out, caressing her, before giving her a single, swift smack.
The sound of it cracked through the tent, and Ena hoped no one outside had heard, but truly, she couldn’t devote enough brainpower to care.
The tiny bite of pain drove her wild, and with Ty’s blood still coursing through her, and the high of their reunion, she didn’t care if the entire camp heard him fuck her until she was a sobbing, boneless mess.
Then she felt the warm head of his cock at her entrance as he glided inside her.
Ena cried out—she couldn’t help it. The feeling of him inside her was pure euphoria. Her pussy was so sensitive, every tiny movement had it clenching, ready to fall over the edge at any second.
“That’s my good girl,” Ty said. She could hear the strain in his voice as he held himself back. “You’re taking me so well, Ena.”
Then he started moving, harder, faster, until the sound of their flesh smacking together filled the tent. Ena cried out, moaned, cursed as he pounded her—filling her in the exact way she needed.
His hands reached out, grabbing her ass firm enough to bruise as he held on, using it as leverage to pull her cunt onto his cock.
Then suddenly, he stopped, pulling out in an instant.
“Fuck, Ena, you are going to make me come so hard,” he said, breathless.
“Don’t stop,” she begged.
Gently, she felt his finger drag through her wetness, sweeping it towards her asshole, presented as it was to him. He’d fingered her there before, and Gaia, it had felt so surprisingly good. But now…just like everywhere else, it felt ten times more sensitive as he brushed it gently.
“Fuck, Ty,” she moaned.
“Do you like that, my dark goddess?” he asked her.
“Yes,” she replied, her arms starting to shake as she held herself up.
“How about this?” he asked, as he slid a finger into her, stretching her.
She moaned in response, every part of her body on fire for him, for the way he made her feel.
“And this?” he asked, slipping a second finger in, moving them quicker, deeper than before.
She couldn’t even respond coherently. Her words came out a jumbled mess of “please,” “like that,” and “more.”
“You’re so good for me,” he said, his voice rumbling through the tent. The praise filled her up, making her feral as she thrust back into his hand as she moaned like a madwoman.
“More?” he asked again, leaning down by her ear. “Do you want me to fuck your ass, Ena? Because I will, if you want it.”
She hesitated. Did she want that? She’d never done…that before. Part of her was nervous to try, but another part was absolutely so fucking turned on by the idea. By everything he was doing to her.
“Yes,” she breathed, pleaded. “Yes, Ty, I do.”
“Thank fucking Iblis,” he groaned as she felt the tip of his cock slide against her back entrance. “I’m going to go slow, but tell me if it’s ever too much, okay, my dark goddess?”
She nodded, knowing she could trust him with her life—with everything. Then he pushed in just a tiny bit, taking his time as he stretched her.
“Oh, Gaia,” she cried, the feeling of it almost overwhelming. It was new, and different—it felt like he was everywhere inside her, claiming her in a new way—and she fucking loved it.
And then he started to move—slowly at first, so slowly, and she found herself moaning—loudly. She couldn’t help it. Gaia, it felt so fucking good. A whole new realm of pleasure she’d never experienced before.
“Oh, Gaia, yes, Ty, just like that,” she sobbed, thrusting back into him.
“Fucking Ibis, Ena, you feel so good, baby,” he said, going harder at her behest. “I’m going to fill this tight little asshole with my cum. Would you like that?”
“Fuck, yes, Ty, fill me with your cum,” she begged. “I want it.”
“Good fucking girl,” he grunted. Then he reached around and stroked her clit, once, twice, and her pussy clenched around him. She came so hard she saw stars, as every nerve in her body lit up with pleasure as he drove into her.
He roared as he came inside her, pulling her ass back onto his cock as he filled her like he’d promised, stretching her to her limit. She felt his cock pulse, emptying in her as she collapsed, her arms giving out underneath her.
He slid out of her, both of them absolutely spent, and she could hear him breathing heavily as he moved to hold her, rolling her off the fragile bump on her stomach and onto her side. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her neck, her cheek, her hair, as he held her tightly in his arms.
“I love you so much, Ena,” he said, his voice emotional. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
“I love you too, Ty,” she said, tears filling her eyes at the emotional release of it all. She hadn’t felt this calm in weeks—not since they’d lost him to the river, or maybe even before. Her cravings finally sated, in more ways than one, she relaxed into him, feeling sleep summoning her.
Silently, she felt tears run down her cheeks—for all that had happened. She shut her eyes tight, wanting to forget it all. Because right now, none of that mattered. She was here, in his arms once more, just as she had been before. Right where she belonged, and she was so, so grateful for that.
And yet…after all she had been through lately, all the emotions and changes, in the back of her mind, she knew she wasn’t the same. And she worried that maybe she never would be.