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I blew out the flickering light of the lantern and threw the bed covers over my head. I don’t want Varzig to be compelled to want me merely because of some story in a magical book. I want him to want me naturally, in a way that takes over his mind and body like an inconvenient curse. The way it’s taking me over right now.
I groaned and rolled over onto my side. My body is a storm, shaking like booms of thunder, and my heart is riveted like streaks of lightning. I have never wanted anyone so deeply in my life, so much that I would be willing to cast off concerns of an imminent battle and risk having my heart shatter in grief once more.
I try to force myself to sleep, to consider the chores and discussions for the next day when I hear Varzig return. My heart picks up its pace, sensing his presence like a welcomed phantom.
A part of me wants him to sneak into my room, lift the covers, and take me with his mouth, cock, and entire being. I wouldn’t care if he destroyed the bed. I want to show him how beautiful my affection is for him, so poignant that it’s willing to submit to his every whim.
That is entirely unlike me, especially when it comes to any man, demon, orc, dark elf, etc. Many have wanted me, but I have never wanted anyone this acutely.
I squeezed my eyes shut as he stomped by my room without lingering. A part of me is disappointed. Another part is glad that he listened to me when I asked him to take things slow. He cares how I feel, which only makes me want to fuck him even more.
I know deep within my being that something must be done about this. It’s clear that he wants me with a similar intensity. The way he kissed me up on the hill is a sure sign of it. He’s respecting my wishes, which says a lot more about him than it ever has about any other person who has longed for me.
But the question remains, what will happen once the orcs are destroyed? Will he return to his realm and leave me behind, leave me in the dust with only my imagination, storytelling, and memories of our exploding eagerness for one another?
The question is lost in my subconscious as my exhaustion gives in. I feel him in my dreams, gratifying me until I meet the eyes of the gods themselves.
TWELVE
VARZIG
I shouldn’t have kissed Tessa up on that hill the other night. She just looked so stunning, so sacred, so appetizing in the moonlight with her tired eyes and disheveled dark hair. I wanted to make her feel good and forget all of the pain and suffering she had endured because of the orc rule. Perhaps I projected my own sensations of attraction, telling myself it was something she wanted.
I promised her that I wouldn’t engage again until she wanted to. If she wanted to. I know that I’m here to aid her in combat, to prepare the people of the village for possible infiltration. But it has been difficult to catch the emerald radiance of her eyes and resist the urge to drown in them.
The days have turned into a week, and eventually, a week has become two. I have received various forms of communication from my fellow demons who were ordered upon the quest with me. The old demon sorcerer has been busy recently, searching an underground warren nearby, but I can tell that his patience with my presence at Tessa’s farm is waning.
He had accepted my presence at the farm as an observation tactic and to have some fun with a human female. But I know that once the orcs arrive and we successfully defeat them, I will have very little reason or excuse to stay.
The idea of leaving Tessa behind makes my chest ache in a way that is foreign, even mystical, to me. Returning to my realm without her by my side would render every battle pointless and sad, my natural thirst for violence evaporating into the ether of the gods.
What a strange concept it’s to long for another, a yearning to engulf them with your body, to absorb the music and movement of theirs, a tangible expression of a blooming thirst, albeit a thousand times more wonderful than that of the one that thrives off chaos.
I want to respect Tessa’s boundaries, but I also want her to understand my own growing feelings. I can’t stand the idea of leaving Protheka without having informed her of how I long to touch her face once more, to taste her lips, and to feel the stress and tension leave her body with cries of pleasure.
If she rejects me, then so be it. I have been injured many times in battle and have nursed my wounds back to health. It would simply be a psychological version of that.
We spend most of our time tending to the farm, paying close attention to the orc’s behavior and indications of infiltration, and walking around the land at night. Tessa has relaxed greatly since we first touched scales to skin, with me keeping my distance and her looking away from me when our eyes lock for too long.
It’s great, most certainly, as any time spent with Tessa tends to be. But I admit, I long for a romantic night under the moonlight, with her breath heaving in the throes of ecstasy.
The pressure of the King is getting to me. He implores my return once the other demons have finished their exploration of the underground warren. I received a letter tonight while standing under a scattering of stars, written in bold ink-streaked letters.
“Varzig,” it read. “Your attendance upon the human farm has been rendered COMPLETED. RETURN TO THE PORTAL IMMEDIATELY.”
“Fuck,” I muttered to myself.
“What was that?”
Tessa emerged from the homestead, smirking in that unintentionally sensual way she has. I crumpled up the letter and shoved it into my pocket before she could see what I was reading.
“Oh, just observing the fog,” I answered, turning to her and grinning. “It seems to be rolling in faster than we anticipated.”
Tessa squinted and looked out beyond me as she tied up her cloak. As usual, she’s looking beautiful, her black hair wound in a braid, eyes sparkling in the black without her knowledge. It made my heart skip a beat when she looked at me, that naughty smirk returning as she picked up speed ahead of me.
“It’s not like that has ever stopped us before, my darling.”
I watch her strong, curvy, yet slender body as she walks ahead of me, with her generous behind swaying. Her shapely figure is defined by the bodice of her dress. I take a short glance and inhale sharply. My cock twitches in my pants, and I start to wonder if she truly knows the effect she has on me, with little to no effort involved on her part.
