A Soul to Embrace (Duskwalker Brides #8)

Chapter 26

After wrestling with his thoughts, those that told him to stay away and those that fought against that notion, Jabez gave in.

The purple of dawn already dimly lit the cave, but nowhere near began to enter it. It would be hours before the thick forest allowed the true strength of the morning to touch the world.

He immediately winced upon entering their cave.

Zylah had managed to dig out their bedding, her books, and everything that they had tucked away in a hidden nook before they left for the Veil. She’d rolled out both their bedding in hopes that he’d return.

She sat in the middle of hers. With her lithe arms cuddling her legs and her skull buried against the nook of her knees, blue ethereal drops floated around her head. Every time they splattered against her antlers, they broke apart into tiny fragments, only to disappear in fading sparkles.

Those tears of hers were becoming a sore spot for him, and his chest panged in guilt at being the cause of them. He hadn’t liked seeing them the previous morning either – another reason why he’d foolishly snapped.

This wasn’t the clean cut he’d been trying to give her.

She didn’t scent his arrival, but she did flinch when he approached to sit next to her so they could have a calm conversation. She gasped in surprise and lifted her skull. Just as he was crossing his legs to sit, his arse almost made it to the ground when she broke from her self-cuddle and flung herself at him.

“Jabez!” she exclaimed, her voice cracked and laden with sorrow.

He grunted when her entire body impacted against his own and her protruding sternum bashed his forehead. He steadied his hand behind himself to stop from falling, just as she wrapped all her limbs around him into an inescapable clutch.

Her arms crossed behind the back of his head and horns, her claws digging into his shoulder blades as her legs wrapped around his waist. She nuzzled the side of her snout against his hair and a horn.

“I worried you weren’t going to come back,” she cried, her entire body quaking around his as she sniffled and heaved.

He attempted to speak, but fighting through a face full of fur and sternum bone made it difficult. She squeezed his head so hard he worried she would crack it in her arms. He hissed when her claws stabbed so deeply into his back that the sharp tips of them had penetrated through his cloak and shirt, and he arched his spine to escape the intensity of them.

Trying to push her away gently via her sides only made her hold tighter. Her clawed bunny toes scraped against the rocky ground when she tried to use them to get closer.

“I’m sorry. Please do not leave again.” She gave a curt whine as she nuzzled against his hair harder, threatening to wear a bald spot into his scalp. “It’s okay. I forgive you. Just... please. ”

He considered teleporting out of this strangling hold.

She wasn’t giving him the opportunity to speak, and Jabez didn’t want his return to be misleading. He had no intention of staying, as she so sweetly begged of him, and he knew that was best for her.

Whatever she wanted from him was doomed to fail, and she’d be the one left hurt the most. The sooner he left, the easier she’d be able to mend.

Or not, if Orpheus was anything to gauge a Mavka’s heartbreak by.

He knew it was best to put space between them, but he found it hard as he soaked her in. Her little whimpers were painful even for him, and her trembling only worsened with each passing second.

A part of him wanted to offer the comfort this deeply distraught female sought.

So, instead of prying them apart through force or magic, a small, defeated sigh fluttered from his lips. He bowed his head and wrapped his arms around Zylah’s narrow midsection to hug her tightly. He even lifted her enough that her legs slipped beside him a little, so she was close to kneeling instead.

He let her feel his strength and warmth as he felt hers. He tried to let it soothe her, and whatever strange aches that panged within him as well. Once she was calmer, no matter how long that took, they could speak.

He was patient, and he was in absolutely no rush. No, quite the opposite in fact.

It took her a long while to stop trembling, and even longer to cease near crushing him to death. It’s lucky I’m not a human. He either would have popped or suffocated in her fur.

Fur he found himself burying his face against as he took in her lovely jasmine-and-violet scent. It was even stronger up close and coming right off her skin, yet its subtle gentleness was as mollifying as it had always been.

It managed to soothe him, and his eyes closed under the drowsing power it had over him. Her strong heartbeat radiated against his forehead and thumped in his ears. He focused on it, and the tension he’d been holding in his entire being unwound itself.

Perhaps this cuddle was something he needed as well, and just never knew it. Then again, he’d never had a female cling to him with a nice set of tits cushioning either side of his head. He thought this may have been the most tender moment he’d ever shared with another, and the way it made him feel ensured it was even harder to let go.

He shifted his arms until his hands held her hips so he could draw her closer.

Although she was heavy despite her lithe form, she was really warm and soft. Her body had just enough muscle to be firm but forgiving in his hold.

Zylah eased a little more, and her whimpers ebbed. She gave him just enough room to breathe properly, but he didn’t move, rather content where he was. Actually, the tenderness of this had his mind melting in the strangest of ways, and he no longer knew if it was her or him refusing to let go.

Every twitch of muscle, every breath from her, was read by his body touching hers. Her fur tickled his brows, cheeks, and lips, but it was so silky he didn’t mind. Not even his squished nose against her sternum bothered him, although his dipped head did help in that regard.

For a moment, he wondered what it’d feel like to sleep next to someone like this. He’d had many restless, listless mornings, his mind refusing to be at peace over the many years he’d suffered.

Even now, he should be alert in her hold. He was in a very vulnerable position, with a creature who meant death everywhere she went. She could shove her claws through his back and into his heart without him ever seeing it coming.

He’d be dead within seconds.

He’d deserve it too.

He’d never let anyone trap him this way before.

Yet, it felt remarkably... safe . Like he could close his eyes and bask in her womanly curves, her scent, her warmth.

His brain was going numb to the point his damn ears were drooping. He felt no fear, no worry, and not a single fibre of him was alert. Instead he had to stifle the urge to nuzzle deeper into her chest in contentment.

That was until she sniffed around the right side of his head, and his fucking ear sprung up when her breath cascaded over it. It sent a shock throughout his entire body to the point even his groin tightened. The longer she did it, the more a tremor ran down his spine, causing his nape to prickle in goosebumps.

“You smell like Fayren,” she croaked, her voice languid and sultry from crying. That same tone could easily be mistaken for someone who had cried out in lust rather than sadness, and it made his eardrums tingle.

Her orbs deepened in their teal colour, like a mixture of possessiveness and sorrow struck her at learning he’d been in another’s company.

“I visited her,” he muttered, not letting go since she hadn’t.

Twice he’d visited that pesky fox Demon while he’d been parted from Zylah: firstly to rest, then after his conversation with Lindiwe. He’d been hoping she’d talk him out of coming to Zylah, and instead she further convinced him to return.

He’d said goodbye to her, explained that he likely wouldn’t be returning and why. She’d hugged him tearfully while he offered the little old lady a sympathetic head pat. Then she’d asked where Zylah was and berated him about her absence, somehow knowing it was his fault.

He left before she’d finished nagging him...

And pouted in the forest like a dickhead.

He’d never taken the easy path, and him being here now was further proof of that.

She continued to sniff around his head, and it was only after her next words that he understood she wasn’t seeking to find where else Fayren’s scent clung to him. No, she was searching for his, wanting to be enveloped in it – if her attempt to bury beneath his hair was any indication.

“I missed you,” she whispered, brushing her snout against him. “Please don’t leave me again.”

His closed eyes clenched tightly as a groan of dismay nearly crawled up his throat. They opened, just so he could stare at nothing.

I shouldn’t have said anything, he thought with deep regret.

Had he done what he’d been attempting, and wisely stuck to making her hate him on his exit, this wouldn’t be happening. He wouldn’t have returned, and she wouldn’t be saying something so sweet.

She’d never had the confidence to cling to him like this before, and it was all because he’d given her something she’d lacked. The opening to be more tender with him in the knowledge that he’d likely accept it. Like he’d said in the underground pocket of earth where he’d collected the mana stone – why hide it anymore?

Without ever knowing it, she’d been chipping away at his hard exterior. His defence against her had been growing more pliable with every minute he spent with her, bending and shifting over the past few weeks.

Had he not blurted out his attraction to her like an idiot, he could have leaned on that secrecy. He could have feigned disinterest, like he had been. He could pretend to do so now, but she was smart and would likely see right through him.

Those mesmerising teal orbs of hers were surprisingly insightful.

Worse still, the fact that she’d been on the forefront of his mind the entire time he was gone meant only one thing: he’d missed her too.

Fuck, he had not wanted to come to that realisation right now.

He wished she would let go, as if she hadn’t been waiting eons to embrace him. I came here for a reason. But his mouth was apparently glued shut against his protest.

He did loosen his arms and let them droop a little, hoping that doing so would eventually make her let go.

Something tickled the back of his wrist. Jabez frowned since he hadn’t been expecting anything. He flipped his hand over and shoved his hand through whatever it was in curiosity. His fingertips dived through wispy fur, just as something thin, hard, and long butted up against the webbing between his middle and ring fingers.

Zylah stiffened in surprise as his eyes opened wide and his cock jerked hard in realisation. A palpable groan fell from him and his mind rasped, Holy shit. Her tail feels like a fucking cloud.

It was so damn soft that its wispy ends tickled his entire palm as he brushed through it. The pad of his thumb stroked up the hard length of her tail bone before flicking the very tip.

Zylah let out a strangled gasp, and what he was doing struck him. He was fondling her tail like a pervert until his cock had become fully erect and throbbed within his trousers. In his defence, he hadn’t meant to do it, but he’d been thrilled to finally touch it, knowing it felt as fluffy as it looked.

“Fuck, sorry,” he grated out, ripping his hand away as his face, ears, and neck heated in embarrassment – and arousal. Thankfully she wouldn’t see the way both emotions crinkled his features with him pressed against her chest.

“It’s okay,” she stated quietly. “You don’t have to stop.”

She even wiggled her hips and dipped them back in search of his hand, and he almost lost his mind.

I shouldn’t, he told himself. Desire was already boiling in his blood and racing through his cock, and continuing to touch her tail would only make him want to touch other places.

At least he had fed his curiosity so it wouldn’t linger in the back of his mind.

Jabez let out a small sigh and loosened his arms even more. He should just do what he came here to do. He’d be better off getting it over with, and he prepared himself for a painful argument.

“Zylah, I can’t sta–” A choked gasp rent out of him when she grabbed the ends of his hair and tugged his head back with it. Pain lanced up his overextended throat as she suddenly forced him to look up at her.

One moment his lips were parted, and the next, a tongue was shoved between them. He’d never had someone successfully dominate him like this before, and shock had him pausing as her tongue swiped over the top of his. She gave a moan as she cupped the side of his head to keep herself to him.

That little sound she made and the feel of her tongue twisting and catching on his fangs was enough to make his body pulsate. If it had been anyone else, he may have bitten her tongue to prove a point. Instead, a hungry growl slipped from him.

How fast he gave in was utterly pitiful, but the cold pang in his chest had eroded away from her wiles so swiftly that he was left reeling. He wasn’t really willing to catch himself.

She gasped when he sucked on her tongue hard, and she retracted it in surprise, while fighting the power of his suction to get away.

“How do you like it when someone does it back to you?” He shoved his head forward and licked across her front teeth, black jagged Mavka fangs, and then her jaw.

She gifted him another little moan and turned her skull to the side like she wanted to escape him. “You licked me!”

He had no idea why she was so surprised about that.

Maybe it was simply his need to win everything like a competitive bastard, but he wanted to see her squirm after yanking on his fucking hair. He shoved his hand beneath the skirt of her navy dress and drew his sharp nails down her spine until he reached her tail.

A squeak mingling with a sharp hitch of breath tore out of her, and she shoved her hips against his waist just as the fluffy tuft wiggled like crazy. Which instantly had him groaning as he grasped it, just as the scent of her sudden and deep arousal flittered around his senses.

He drew his nails down her spine again, although slower, and her reaction was even more intense. She’s sensitive here, like I knew she would be, he thought, as he tickled his fingertips just above her hips.

While her body trembled and arched in reaction to his touch, she sat down properly. Her kneadable thighs pillowed the top of his own when her round arse landed in his lap like she’d lost the strength in her legs. With his cock nestled between her cheeks, he felt each of her wiggles against it.

He knew then that he was an actual idiot, and a very greedy man, but he was really fucking horny now, and unbearably weak to her. He also realised he didn’t actually want to leave her, because in the depths of his messed-up, twisted being, he godsdamned liked her for unknown reasons.

What he did know was she felt warm and sensual in his arms, she felt safe , and she smelt pretty. Her otherworldly beauty kept tantalising him, so different to this human world in the same way he was. And her personality was sweet, gentle, and charming in all of its unwitting wiles.

Instead of pulling away like he should, he leaned forward, panting deeply, and kissed the corner of her jaw. When she shivered and turned her head away from him, he kissed over the collar of her neck fur before nipping hard enough through it for her to feel it.

Just as he reached up with his free hand to grasp the back of her dress and pull it down, he paused before he made a foolish mistake. Fuck. Don’t, he told himself. He buried his forehead against the crook of her neck as he cringed at himself, at what he was doing, what he was about to do.

He wasn’t a good person; he knew this. Them sharing pleasure was only going to make everything harder – for her, for himself. Especially with whatever emotions were being tangled between them.

He didn’t care about how it impacted him negatively, but it was unfair on her. He’d been bearing the weight of guilt and regret his whole life, no matter how painful it was. She’d done nothing to deserve him gifting that to her.

Yet every time he managed to wrestle his lust back in check, she somehow unravelled him.

“Why do you keep stopping?” she rasped, her voice laden with arousal, the air clogging and thick with the scent of it.

She was gentle this time, and wisely used his horn to dip his head back so they could meet each other’s gaze. His nose wrinkled in a silent groan at her purple orbs, only for it to grow loud when she licked across his closed lips.

She pushed her backside down against the length of his cock. “Please don’t stop.”

Where did she get all this fucking confidence from? If she’d just acted like a trembling, uncertain maiden, he would have easily won against her. He didn’t need her to be ardent and libidinous – not if he wanted to stay sane.

“Because you can’t take it back,” he answered, before he slipped his tongue against hers when she went to lick him again. “And I can’t promise you anything.”

Because right now, he had no fucking idea what he was doing. Not even when he pulled the back of her dress down, the thick straps sliding down her biceps and revealing her breasts, did he know why he couldn’t seem to stop.

When he lifted her so he could softly bite the side of her perky breast, she moaned at his fangs, and he liked it. He slipped her firm nipple into his mouth and sucked hard until her needy gasp tingled his ears. Each time she reacted exactly how he wanted, all trembly and raspy, he found himself sinking deeper into this.

She’s so sensitive. So easy to tease.

He pulled her dress down until she freed her arms from it. Then he reached down to grip her arse in a tight, kneading hold, while making sure her tail sat between his fingers so he could touch it. He kept her up, taking most of her weight so he could generously lavish her nipple with his tongue without her escaping.

His other hand unbuttoned his cloak so it would fall off, and he only removed his mouth from her long enough to remove his satchel.

A strangled rasp tore from him when her claws tickled his lower back as she grabbed the bottom of his tunic and yanked it up. Tension shot through him as he read her want and intentions; they were anchoring his own. He lifted them both off the ground so he could throw her back against the bedding. She took his tunic with her, and he parted from her long enough to help remove it before bringing his mouth down to her right breast so he could suck it hard.

“Jabez,” she moaned when he shoved his hand under her skirt and cupped her pussy, his middle and ring fingers grazing down the sides of her clit.

She’s so wet, he thought with a groan.

Her arms trembled with need as she crossed them over his bare back, her soft palms brushing his heated skin. The tips of her claws tickled him wherever her hands roamed, only ramping up his desire into a feverish degree.

Bringing as much of her breast inside his mouth as he could, he bit the mound of it while his tongue swirled her nipple. At the same time, he petted her clit in circles, and her spine arched in reaction to both as she let out a sharp cry.

Then he shoved both his trimmed and prepared fingers deep inside her. Her thighs parted as she bucked in welcome to them, her pussy instantly clenching. Her little tendrils wrapped around his fingers as he thrust them, and he felt how wet she was inside, how needy and swollen she was for him.

His cock pulsated so strongly he knew precum had leaked from the tip. I want to fuck her. His body was literally begging for it at this point. She’d be so warm and welcoming, and he wondered how her tentacles would feel around him.

Just as he hooked his fingers to find her G-spot, she pushed off the ground to sit up. He let her tit go before he actually hurt her, and she almost head-butted him when she grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“Wait,” she pleaded. “I don’t want this.”

What the fuck? She was the one who had driven them here, despite his constant hesitancy.

Before he could pull away, heeding to her confusing rejection amicably, she removed her hand from his wrist and grasped the head of his cock. Considering he’d probably been tenting his damn trousers since the first moment he touched her tail, he wasn’t surprised she found it so easily.

His nose scrunched and a deep pant fell from him when she gave it a tentative squeeze.

“I want this,” she said, as she lifted her snout to his neck and licked it.

Goosebumps rose on his flushed skin where her tongue had touched, and she left behind a sweet trail of saliva which she breathed over.

“I need to prepare you,” he said, thrusting his fingers once more, splitting them to stretch her and get her ready. “This is your first...” His words trailed off.

Shit, it was her first time having sex, and she’d chosen him , of all fucking people.

That shouldn’t have excited him as much as it did. His entire body throbbed with lust at the idea, but it also left him with a deep sense of doubt.

With a distressed huff, Jabez slipped his fingers from her. He placed both his hands on the bedding on either side of her waist.

“Are you sure about this, Zylah?” he asked quietly, because he needed to hear it. He needed her to hear herself say it and leave no doubt between them in this moment.

His lust-filled brain couldn’t think of anything but her, and consequences were sifting through his head like water moving through a damn sieve. The last taut string of his self-control was about to reach its peak tension, and it’d break and fray until he was done pounding into her.

His fingers gouged into the bedding below her. I want her so badly, he thought with an agonised wince. Say no.

“Yes. I’m sure,” she whispered, licking across her snout while staring at his groin.

Just like that, the string snapped and his muscles swelled.

“Then come here,” he bit out with a growl.

He grabbed one tie of his trousers, yanked the bow apart, and let the material fall to his knees. With his cock jutting between them, throbbing and hard to the point the ridges on both sides had flared, he grasped her inner thigh. The skirt of her dress met the top half bundled around her waist, and completely moved up out of the way when he yanked her across the bedding.

He tilted his hips so the head of his cock could slip through her bright-purple folds, and she instantly spread slick over the underside of him. With his body nestled between her bent legs, and his hands on either side of her, he thrust forward so her clit could get a feel of his cock.

Her little bud grazed the frenulum right behind his head, while her lips kept him nestled between them with warm pressure. Shit, that feels nice. She twitched each time he rubbed over the bundle of nerves.

Wherever her arousal clung to his shaft, it tingled, and he noticed through his sharpening breaths that he was growing harder in reaction. Precum leaked from him, and each time he produced more, his brain grew foggier. If just a meagre touch could ignite his body so fiercely, he could only imagine what it’d be like when he was fully enveloped by her.

She released sweet little pants as she watched, her hands reaching up to hold his broad shoulders. “Please,” she begged, lifting her hips to greet him.

Unable to resist any longer, Jabez gripped the base and held his cock still as he drew his pelvis back and nestled the tip against her entrance. His hair tickled his neck and shoulders when it fell forward to hang between them, deepening his shudder as heat and wetness greeted his sensitive head.

Her pussy easily accepted him, and he found himself sinking into her with little resistance.

“Oh, fuck, ” he blurted out, his lips parting as a deep groan fell from him. “So warm.”

He was barely halfway inside, and she already felt like hot heaven. She was so soft around him, yet snug enough to feel like a cuddle. He went slow for her sake, but each inch further, each ridge popping and sinking deeper, had him wanting to thrust in hard to be given salvation quicker.

As he pulled back to collect her slick, her tendrils slipped around him, trying to figure out how to grasp something as big as his cock. He pushed back in, while making sure to watch for any kind of indication that he was hurting her.

He felt nothing that would be hard to push through, and she never tensed up. She seemed to lack a hymen, and he couldn’t be more relieved.

Instead, she accepted him to the point she dug her heels into his arse to get him to hurry up. It was naughty of her and threatened to incite him to go feral.

He flicked his hips forward, shoving hard until his hair-dusted groin pressed against her and he sheathed himself fully. She arched with a moan at the suddenness, only for it to end on a shudder when he then ground his cock inside. He repositioned his arms to better hold himself up above her and waited for her to adjust to him.

He didn’t think she needed to, considering he hadn’t fully reached the end of her. He didn’t mind, not when she was squeezing him from all sides and her tendrils were still swirling to clasp him fully.

“I’m inside you,” he informed her around pants, while grinding harder so she could feel he was seated deep and her folds were pressing against him.

She gasped and shuddered at his words, only to tighten up.

Jabez’s eyes flung open, and his knees almost buckled inwards when her insides slammed down around him. His back arched as a strangled moan pushed past his lips.

Holy shit. His eyes closed in bliss when he ground into her and resistance met the tip of his cock. Did she just... fit around me? He pushed forward a second time and pressed against her cervix now – not hard. He was just lightly grazing it.

Her body had changed to accommodate his impressive size.

He gripped the bedding roughly and jerked inside her hard .

Shit. She feels amazing.

Looking at where they were joined, Jabez lowered his eyelids in bliss as he pulled back halfway, only to thrust forward. Her hands slipped to hold him just above his elbows, and he began a slow, tentative rhythm as he let himself be lost in her.

He watched his drenched cock slipping in and out while her heat and tightness cuddled him. His ears twitched each time she let out cute moans, gave soft and shallow pants, or at the slap of their bodies meeting each other.

Her fur brushed his legs as he thrust between them, while her feet constantly slipped against his backside. Her jasmine-and-violet aroma was saturated with her arousal, making him want to deepen it until it had him salivating.

His heartbeat pounded in his chest, hard, chaotic, and fast.

The past few weeks had been chaos to his mind, and days of need had only twisted him further. To finally give in... and finally give them what they’d both been unknowingly seeking radiated a strange ache behind his sternum.

It felt wonderful inside her. The fact that she’d adjusted to fit around him meant she felt perfect – soft, warm, tight – and her tendrils only aided to make sure each of his glides had him near rolling his eyes. One had even wrapped behind the rim of his head, pulling on it every time he slipped back.

And whatever aphrodisiac enzymes were in her wetness meant his entire groin had lit up. He didn’t know if it was because of that, or simply because he was just so fucking excited to be inside her, but his cock was unbearably hard. It throbbed so deeply that it kept sending tremors through his abdomen muscles until the veins around his groin thickened and were visible.

Her knees shifted to cup his sides as her hands slipped away from his arms to hold his lower back. Her head bowed forward until the top of her bony snout was pressed against his chest. Now that she was closer, he could feel how much she was trembling.

Her moans turned into soft, sharp cries as her inner walls tightened and softened in intervals. Sensing she wanted him closer, he dipped his head forward so he could deeply huff right next to her head, letting her hear intimately how feverish he sounded, and so she would catch any quiet, unbidden groans he produced. His cheek and the side of his lips brushed over her skull, while his breaths fanned across her temple, and Zylah shuddered wildly against him.

Her breathing hitched and ceased when her pussy clamped tight around him. Her limbs tried to lock around him as well, and his arms almost caved in weakness when her body started to milk his cock. She wetly spasmed as she came, and a pitiful groan tore from him when her internal tendrils felt like they were trying to squeeze him in a vice grip.

There we go, he thought as he quickened the pace to get her to spiral deeper. She tightened up even further and her claws dug into his back. His head shot back as he thrust through it, his balls clenching in reaction.

When she settled, he shoved harder just as she tilted her hips up for him.

“Oh!” she rasped, before bringing her knees higher until she was cuddling around his ribs. It tilted her pelvis even more, and her thighs spread when she realised she had changed the angle of them greeting to better suit her.

Her back arched, and she tossed her head from side to side as her moans grew louder. Zylah bucked, trying to get her hips to meet his harder, and a small, desirous growl vibrated through his gritted fangs.

Only for it to die when she produced little whines instead, her snout turning one way and then the other. He managed to catch her purple orbs and noticed the bottoms of them were wavering. Jabez slowed, then stopped when a little droplet floated from one of them.

Although his heart felt like it’d moved and was now racing in his engorged dick, he cupped the side of her head to get her to face him.

Heat continued to flood his veins, his brain muddy with need, and if he didn’t keep thrusting, he thought he’d fucking erupt in rage. Yet he fucking paused anyway.

“Why are you crying?” he asked, wondering if he’d done something wrong. Not that he knew what. She’d come for him, and her orbs were lust-filled.

His nose bunched with desperation as he thought, Shit, I don’t want to stop. His cock was tingling , and he wanted to come so badly he’d do it in his fist if he had to, but he wanted to reach that end with her.

He was only going soft and slow for her.

His body quaked with hidden restraint. He was trying his hardest to be good , when he wanted to fuck hard, fast, and deep until he threatened to split her in two – while confidently knowing he’d never be able to do that to her. To go feral like the Demon he was, while biting, clawing, and tossing her around.

Her strength and indestructible nature called for him to be ruthless instead of gentle. Yet it was her gentle and sweet personality that made him want to twist her up until she was a naughty, wanton little female pleading for a cock.

Trembling, she clutched low on her abdomen and her insides squirmed around him blissfully until his vision blurred.

“You feel so good inside me,” she whispered with a sharp whine. “I don’t know what to do. I want more.” She wiggled her hips against him, forcing him in and out of her, and made a shudder rack her own body. “Please don’t stop, Jabez.”

The quake that struck him, causing his muscles to clench and spasm – from his chest and shoulders to his abdomen and lower back – wound his lust up tighter than he could remember. His vision darkened just as a vicious growl rumbled from him.

Jabez dived forward until both of them crashed against the bedding. Leaning on his right elbow, he hooked the left one behind her knee and drew it up to her chest. With his chest thrusting up against hers, her pussy tilted just right to take his sudden hard plunges, Jabez shoved his face against the side of her jaw.

“Fuck that was cute, Zylah,” he grated out with his voice huskier than ever. He fucked into her harder, slamming his hips against hers so he penetrated deep. “If you want to cry about how fucking good it feels, then cry as much as you like.”

With his arm supporting her leg to ensure she was spread wide for the taking, he cupped her arse to keep her in position for him. He licked and sucked the corner of her jaw, making sure each of his pants petted right next to her ear hole.

Louder than before, whiny moans broke from her as she wrapped her arms under his and dug her claws into his shoulder blades.

“Jabez,” she cried, unable to do little more than hold him and moan.

He tried to go faster without losing the power of his thrusts. Because soft and slow were no longer in his capacity. He needed to take this female like the Demon he was. Like a man who was broken by lust and finally able to slake it on the creature who could take it. Strange, tender emotions were running rampant in his chest, and each time she clamped up around him, the deeper they ached.

Pain lanced his flesh, but it made a growl rip from him and his cock plunge faster. He was panting so rapidly he thought his lungs would give out, while his heart beat so violently it threatened to punch through his ribcage.

And then she came hard , and the moan wrung from him was unbearably pathetic. She squeezed him so tight that if it wasn’t for her tendrils and his strength, her lovely pussy may have pushed him out. Oh fuckkk. Her claws tore across his arching back as she screamed, and his eyes rolled up in violent bliss.

He managed to catch her purple ethereal tears turn bright red.

Letting go of her leg, he shoved his hand over her nose hole, shielding her from the intensity of his blood scent in the air. His magic swirled around them as he produced a thick, scent-cloaking aroma without slowing his thrusts and was able to push back her blood-lust in time.

Zylah didn’t have time to register that she’d ripped his skin apart. Not when he grabbed both her hands and pushed them down above her head, threaded the fingers of one hand between all of hers, and pumped his cock rapidly into her. Her cute bunny feet bounced against his lower back and arse as he steadied himself with one arm.

But what she’d done had forcibly pushed him closer to his own release, like the violence made him a maniac. His own blood tickled him. His huffs kept clogging in his chest, his groans loud each time his balls clamped up with his pending release. Her cries were killing him, and she accepted everything he was giving her like such a good girl.

Her tendrils softened each time she came, just caressing his cock, but clung hard whenever she was close. And they did so right as he was about to pull out before he exploded.

“I need you to let go,” Jabez pleaded. He yanked his hips back only to be tugged forward against his will, and each thrust forced from him had his eyes crinkling as euphoria began to climb up his cock. “Fuck, Zylah. Let go!”

Her ankles crossed over his backside, and her tendrils gripped harder. They’d slipped between the grooves of his ridges, but it was the one behind his cockhead that refused to relent. Each time he tugged on it, he grew thicker as seed climbed up his shaft.

Shit! It was too late.

He plunged forward, and his hips jerked wildly as his eyes rolled back and he roared out his release within her. Bliss captured him, and it only deepened when his grind through it sent her over the edge as well.

His orgasm was accompanied by heat, wetness, and sweet pulses from her. His entire brain went numb as pleasure clutched him all the way down to his essence. His balls clenched so hard they threatened to retreat inside him, and a shudder racked up his spine each time.

When the last rope of semen shot from him, she softened around him. Yet he kept thrusting, unable to stop when it felt like coming didn’t ease him. He should have lost his erection, and instead he was still hard as stone, still tingling from her arousal.

He groaned at his heightened sensitivity. Why am I not going soft? Why was need still clinging to his chest like a creature latched on with its claws? Fuck. I don’t want to stop.

And Zylah kept moaning and undulating her hips for more, twisting him up further. His balls still felt full, like he hadn’t completely emptied them after that mind-scrambling release.

I’m going insane , he thought with his eyes crinkling in anguish, before he wrenched himself from her. He kicked his pants off from where they’d fallen to his ankles, completely freeing himself.

“Wait! Don’t stop,” she cried, then squealed when he grabbed her legs and rolled her over.

Jabez grabbed her waist, lifted her arse up until she was on her knees and chest, and slammed his cock back inside her. She let out a gasp, then a shivering moan as he began to thrust hard and fast. His hips punished her for causing him to feel this way, for screwing with his mind and body, making him undeniably broken in that moment.

Worse still, when he felt something soft and fluffy constantly brushing up his stomach, his eyes crinkled even further. He let go of one side of her waist and drew his nails down her spine to the base of her tail. She let out a sharp rasp, her back arching downwards deeply, as the adorable appendage wiggled against him.

Her insides clamped and spasmed frantically around him, and he knew he was fucking doomed.

He raked his nails along her again, but in the opposite direction, so he could grab her waist once more, and he gained the same reaction. This time, his head tipped back as he quickened the pace of his thrusts.

Fuck me, she feels amazing.

No one should feel this good. No female should have this kind of power over him. No pussy should have him panting until he thought he’d happily cease breathing, so long as this was the last thing he experienced.

When she tried to lean up on straightened arms and rock to help him, Jabez kicked her knees further apart. He shoved his hips hard enough that her arms gave out and she slid forwards across the bedding.

He didn’t need her help; she’d already ramped up his lust. He just needed her to keep being a good girl and scream for him as she took his cock.

When she tried again, Jabez changed their position to where her body was stretched forward, her legs tilted heavily and her hips barely off the ground. Then, just to make sure, he grabbed one of her dainty antlers, snatched her head back and forced her into a deep and unbreakable bend as he leaned back.

Her adorable purple floating tears never ceased, and they only came from her faster as she climaxed for him repeatedly. Her parted maw ensured she was loud, and each of her whines and cries echoed inside their cave. Zylah clawed at the bedding, Jabez watching every little thing she did in a haze.

Her erect tail kept drawing his eye, and he found this position just made it even more erotic for him. He’d wanted to fuck her like this so many times, and now that he was doing it... it was even better than his perverted fantasies.

When she lost the strength in her body and jerked them both forward by dropping her hips to the ground, Jabez laid over her.

He shoved his arms underneath her, with one hand crossed under her chest so he could knead a perky breast, wrapping his fingers around it in a way that let him thrum her nipple. The other pushed her hips up so she could still receive him, and he cupped her pussy. When her hips rose up on their own at his touch, and her knees tried to close despite him being in the way, he messily played with her soaking clit to tease her.

Sensitive from orgasming, she twitched each time he petted her breast and clit just right as his cock moved within her.

But the aggression in him was fading the longer he held her in his arms, and he found his body softening so he could just cuddle her. The force of his thrusts gentled and instead he kept them quick as he nuzzled his face into the fur around her neck.

Nhnn. She smells so sweet. Now that her floral aroma was so close to him, free from the scent of her arousal, it lulled his mind to the point his eyes fluttered as they closed. Her fur was soft, and it caressed his arms, his chest, his legs, and especially his abdomen, where her fluffy tail was squished between them.

He didn’t know how long he lay over her, hugging her as he pumped into her with lustful abandon. His chest ached more and more with each second until it felt as painful as his shredded back.

Yet both aches were wholesome, were giving and sweet.

He parted his fangs and lightly bit into her shoulder, his features twitching as prickling goosebumps raced up his spine. He didn’t even try to pull away this time, his body too weak. Jabez gave a soft moan when his balls drew up, and the first mind-numbing rope of cum burst from his pulsating cock. His thrusts turned into rocking shudders as he let her perfect pussy nurse him through his orgasm.

All the muscles in his body leapt, and his legs shook until the strength in them gave out.

When he was done, his sigh of relief was palpable as he felt himself finally softening. Her pussy clung to him hard, as if trying to stop it, but he was completely drained and spent. Euphoric satisfaction sung through him, and he could barely keep his eyes open despite his efforts.

His heart was beating too fast and thumped pressure in his temples. His head had exploded with heat, making sweat trickle down his forehead and back, and aftershocks had him twitching until his whole body jerked.

Zylah wiggled beneath him, her hips shoving up at him. “Why did you stop?”

The laugh that burst out of him shook them both. “Because I came twice, Zylah,” he told her, his voice cracked and deeper than normal.

She tilted her head so she could look at him over her shoulder. “So?” She wiggled her hips again. “I came many times.”

Despite being rather content where he was, Jabez leaned up and gently slipped his cock from her.

“Men aren’t supposed to come multiple times in a row.” By the ever-night, he didn’t even take a break. That wasn’t supposed to happen.

I may be a Demon, but I’m also an Elf. And he absolutely didn’t have the strength or stamina of a Mavka.

He offered her one last groan, his nose wrinkling on one side as he watched a small amount of his seed leak from her stretched opening. Fuck, he cursed while biting his bottom lip with a singular fang. That’s kind of hot. Especially when it dripped down to her clit and a droplet fell against the bedding.

A second later, his eyes flung open wide, dread clinging to his spine.

“Oh shit,” he grated out, before twisting side to side so he could search for his satchel.

Fuck, I came inside her! He had no idea the repercussions of that. Considering humans and Mavka were apparently producing offspring, he worried what that’d mean for them. Sure, he was different – he was a hybrid – but he absolutely refused to take that chance.

When he found the strap of his bag hidden underneath his cloak, he grabbed it and dragged it closer. Thank the ever-night I had the foresight to think ahead. Not that he’d thought he’d need it for himself.

“Jabez?” Zylah asked in a small and uncertain voice, attempting to turn to her side and sit up. He was still between her legs, so she struggled to untangle herself from him.

With single-minded focus, he dug into his satchel and fumbled for the golden chain he’d bought from Spiral Haven. Once he had it in his fist, he showed it to her.

“I would like for you to wear this,” he stated, fully removing her dress bundled at her waist so he could wrap the simple golden chain around her more easily. He clicked the clasp together, and it glimmered briefly with yellow magic. “It has a contraceptive enchantment.”

She looked down and brushed her clawed fingers over it. “I read about this in one of Fayren’s books.”

As much as he would have preferred to get her consent first, it was his semen involved. Males had no contraceptive options, and this was the only one available for Demons.

“I ask that you don’t remove it,” he said, meeting her gaze firmly. “Only you will be able to break it, so this will protect you.”

He didn’t like her thoughtful silence, nor the way she lightly tugged on it with her thumb.

“Okay,” she eventually said, and he sighed with relief. Then her little tail swayed as she lifted her head to him. “Can we keep going now?”

That’s what she’s concerned about? Once more, a laugh fell from him, although quieter than before. She’s worse than any female I’ve ever come across. Usually it was Jabez who wanted more, his stamina strong when he at least had a chance to breathe first.

Two releases in a row had nearly felled him.

He needed a short break, then they could fuck more.

“Unfortunately no.” He sat next to her just as she gave a sulky harrumph. Shoving his arm around her chest, he tackled her to the bedding, making her squeal in surprise. “But we can cuddle. Me and my dick are tired.”

For pity’s sake, the sun was up now, and it was barely dawn when he’d come back here!

He wound his arms around her and pulled her until she was shoved up against his body. Reaching back, he dragged her blanket over him, since his back was protectively towards the cave entrance, and then he grabbed his own to cover her. Finally he retrieved her pillow and tilted it so they could share while her head was pressed against his chest.

Zylah squirmed against him, her arousal scent refusing to relent. But she did soften when she pressed the side of her skull against his sternum as if she was listening to his heart. She eventually slipped her arm over his side and pressed her knee between his, snuggling closer.

Avoiding his wounds as much as possible, he rolled to his back slightly when he noticed she wanted more, and she laid her head on his chest. Once she settled into a comfortable spot, she let out an endearing huff of contentment.

“See? Isn’t this nice?” he asked, only to receive an annoyed, although half-hearted, grumble.

All went quiet except for their shallow pants, and his post-nut clarity surfaced through the haze of his thoughts.

Jabez looked up at the ceiling.

We... probably shouldn’t have done this.

As much as he knew they needed to talk, the least he could do was offer to hold her in sleep rather than ruining this for her. He also needed to think , because he wasn’t sure what he wanted anymore.

Sex hadn’t made his chest feel any lighter. He was thrumming with satisfaction, but the worries that pestered hadn’t faded. Nothing had been resolved.

But he didn’t regret this. Far from it.

Rather... it felt like something had grown to irritate the hole where his heart should be. He kind of liked the feeling, and his flaccid dick pulsed in agreement.

A small smile curled the corners of his lips when she dabbed her tongue against his chest, right as her orbs turned black and she nuzzled it instead. With her lying on his arm, he held her waist and gripped her other thin wrist to stop her from tickling his damn side with her claws.

I can think about it later.

The problems he faced, his goals, what he wanted and didn’t want to do, they could wait. He was tired, he was content, and he had a pampered female in his arms. Whether he deserved a moment of ease or not, he was giving it to himself anyway.

Especially as she didn’t seem to regret it either.

He peeked down at the top of her skull and suddenly disliked how far she was from him. Come here, you, he thought, as he grabbed her arse and drew her even closer until she was almost on top of him. The crown of her head butted against the underside of his jaw while one of her antlers nestled against his neck and behind his ear. Her snout ran over the top of his chest, and he winced when she almost kneed his nuts.

Then he let her warmth, her softness, her scent lull his eyes closed. She feels nice in my arms. He brushed his fingertips up her furry side in appreciation, and allowed his mind, for the first time in a very long time, to shut the hell up.

The last thing he did before he let sleep overcome him was place a protective barrier against the entrance.