5
Larz
Ilona. A name as beautiful as her.
I was almost thankful for the little twerp who tried to ask her out, it was the final push I needed to shoot my shot. And it landed.
As soon as she got home from her shift, I settled in the tree outside her window and watched as Ilona prepared for our date.
She took an exceptionally long time in the shower, went through at least ten different outfits, and styled her curls to perfection, covering them with a silk bonnet before climbing into bed.
It was cute how much effort she put in for me.
Especially when she could wear a paper bag and still look like a goddess.
But it was nice to be thought of. To have someone excited to see me instead of being repulsed.
My look could be intense, but Ilona seemed to like it.
I’d make sure I put in the same amount of effort for her. She was worth it.
It was a foreign feeling, caring for someone I’d just met. Caring for someone at all was a strange, far-off notion. Any sense of connection I had died with my kind decades ago. Watching them be brutally slaughtered had killed something within me.
I thought my capacity to love had been crushed and crumpled with their bodies, but looking at Ilona, I looked forward to the next few centuries I had left.
If she accepted me as her mate, if she let me sting her, she would transform into exactly what I was, and we would be able to live out our days together.
The urge to sting her had been growing, I couldn’t help it.
It was a part of my biology. Written into my DNA.
With my kind, the second you found your mate, something clicked deep inside, primal and irreversible.
The mating ritual was quick. Feral. And when it was completed, mates became a part of each other and never separated. Ever.
I needed it to be different with Ilona, though.
I knew she was my mate, but she didn’t. I couldn’t force her into anything and risk scaring her away for good.
I would have to get to know her, and let her get to know me and trust me.
I needed her to be begging to be stung, begging to be mine for life.
I needed her to understand what I was and what she would become and fully choose that life with me, so I would never be at risk of losing her.
I couldn’t handle losing anyone else I loved.
Looking at her, observing her alone with no friends or family around, I wondered if she felt the same.
What had she gone through for her to end up in this small town all alone?
Understanding her would be just as important as her understanding me.
Once she was mine, I’d do everything in my power to keep her safe and happy.
She opened up her book and settled in, her nightly cup of tea at her side. I climbed to my normal spot and shifted back to human form, resting on a branch and opening up the same book. I was shocked, and pleasantly surprised, by what I read.
The book was almost entirely lesbian smut.
It was filthy, filled with kinks, the exact ones I happened to possess.
A heavy dom/sub dynamic with an ample amount of praise.
Pleasure mixed with pain. When her hands traveled into her pajama shorts at the same time my cunt began to throb, I knew we had some things in common.
I folded the page down and closed the book on my lap, letting my focus recenter on her and the sweet sounds and adorable faces she made as she touched herself.
As I circled my own clit, climbing closer and closer to climax, I wondered if she’d look and sound the same with me, or if it would be even better.
How would she squirm with my split tongue sliding over her aching clit? Would she beg, or simply take what she wanted? I could already taste her sweetness dripping over my lips. I needed her more than I needed air.
As we came together for the second time, it took all of my strength not to break through the window and take her as my name rolled off of her tongue and into the night air.
Her eyes shot to the window again, and I almost didn’t move.
I almost let her see me. Part of me wanted to be caught.
I wanted to see how she would react if she saw me looking in her window, rubbing my pussy alongside her.
But as my orgasm released me, logic took hold of my brain. I shifted quickly and descended to the ground, back into the forest where I would dream of her all night, and know she was dreaming of me.
As I reached the treeline, my chest tugged. The sound of her window opening stopped me in my tracks. I looked back to see her studying the treeline. She didn’t see me, but we felt the same pull.
I didn’t need to wait much longer now. Soon, it would be too strong for her to resist. Soon, her curiosity would get the best of her.
Very soon, Ilona would be begging to be mine.