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Kuzar
With the seasonal equinox sweeping the skies like a celestial paintbrush, a primal instinct uncoiled, baring its wild fangs within me. I tried shoving it away, locking the beast within. But as the days rolled by, the fervor grew, taking over my senses like a wildfire. I became tinder, highly susceptible to the spark of desire.
Evie’s feminine form stirred something deep and untamed in me. Her laugh, her worries, the way her scent wafted like a potent elixir toward me. Each was a trigger, fueling a need I could not name. My skin tingled with a strange longing, which sometimes teetered between sweet and sharp and predatory. I’d pull away, fearing my darker impulses, the feral ways that ran deep in my blood when the breeding times hit.
One evening, I stood gazing at Evie across our cave’s blazing fire. The light flickered, painting her features. I longed to pull her into the firelight, to taste her skin against mine, to fall into the depths of her scent. Yet, beneath my burning lust, lay an unsettling fear. When female gargoyles went into heat, we sometimes lost control. We couldn’t help but give in to our animalistic urges. More often than not, it ended with a deadly climax and resulted in our waning female gargoyle population. Until now, I suppressed this primal urge to claim Evie with brute force. She deserved better than that. Our lovemaking over the months remained gentle even as I held back.
Evie stirred, her eyes sweeping the room before landing on me. She smiled, reaching out as if to take my hand. But like a leaf blown by a gust, I flinched.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice soft, woven with concern.
I spoke, but the words refused to leave my lips. Guilt gnawed at my insides. The very thing she desired, the very touch she sought from me, terrified me. I could not taint this sweet creature with my darkness.
I turned away, hating the guttural sound that slipped from my throat. She called out my name, her voice laced with worry, but I did not turn back. I couldn’t endure the hurt that was sure to appear in her eyes.
Instead, I raced out of the cave, the night air wrapping around me like a cold shroud. My wings unfurled, the wind howling in agreement with the war within me. I flew, cutting through the velvet night, desperately trying to escape the urges, the thoughts, the very parts of me that made me a danger to Evie.
My feet crashed against the earth, pebbles scattering as I dropped from the sky, landing in a shadowed corner of the vast canyon. My muscles tensed, aching for release. In the moonlight, I could see my claws grow, my teeth lengthening, my eyes burning an unnatural shade of red. I was on the precipice of change, ready to morph into a beast.
I sank into a crouch, pressing my forehead against a jagged rock, as if I could burrow into its cold crevices. I needed the sharp intensity of pain to drown out the other senses assailing me.
But the night was tranquil, offering no respite from my inner storm. My breath came in gasps, as if I was draining the canyon of its clean air. I desperately tried to silence the mind link that connected me to Evie. I sensed her fear, her unease. She was searching for me.
I closed my eyes tight, squeezing out tears of shame. How could I bond to such a pure, tender creature yet succumb to such darkness?
For hours, I sat there, lost in my tangled thoughts, letting the turmoil wash over me. When I finally returned to our cave, the sun’s early light filtered through the entrance. The fire died, but Evie was there, sitting up, her eyes red, her hair wild.
Seeing her, I froze, the shame of my unbridled desire weighing me down. But instead of blame or fear, her face softened.
“Kuzar, you’re back.”
With a trembling hand, she reached out, touching the scar on my cheek. Her fingertips were warm, gentle.
“I was so scared,” she confessed, her voice tremulous, “but I’m so glad you’re home.”
Evie’s hands, soft and warm, slid beneath the layers of my loincloth, her touch feather-light at first, then bolder, more insistent. Her fingers traced the length of my arousal, a column of throbbing need. I sucked in a sharp breath, my body reacting involuntarily.
“Kuzar,” she whispered, her voice husky, laced with desire. “Let me.”
Her lips brushed against the head of my cock, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensations. She took me in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip, her lips enveloping me in velvety heat. I hardened further, the throbbing growing more intense.
My hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, urging her to take more of me. She obliged, sinking lower, her mouth hot and wet against my skin. Her teeth grazed the underside, sending shivers down my spine.
I let out a low groan, my body arching against hers. Her tongue flicked against the slit, its rough texture providing a delicious contrast to the velvety softness of her lips. I slipped closer, the edge of release tantalizingly near.
“Oh, Kuzar,” Her voice muffled against my manhood. “You taste so good.”
Her words were like an aphrodisiac, driving me over the edge. I exploded in her mouth, a guttural cry tearing from my throat. My cock throbbed violently, spurting hot seed into her willing mouth.
She swallowed greedily, her tongue sweeping up every drop. When it was over, she pulled away, her lips glistening with my come. She arched a brow at me, a devilish glint in her eye.
“Your turn,” she said, her voice husky with desire.
I stared at her, mesmerized. I never met a woman so bold, so brazen. Her boldness and brazenness captivated me like never.
I reached out, tracing the curve of her hip, her waist, her breast. She shivered beneath my touch, her body pliant and inviting. I leaned in, my lips hovering just above hers.
“Evie, let me love you.”
