ABADDON
I stride backup the stairs, my conversation with Romulus having stirred something unsettled within me rather than providing the clarity I sought.
My world possessed a certain order before she entered my existence.
Not simple. Never simple. But predictable.
My body sent signals, and I responded accordingly.
A base creature, as Creator-Father termed me often enough. When hungry, I fed. When tired, I slept. When nature called, I answered.
I maintained what required maintaining in the dungeon levels.
It was only this past spring that I became... restless.
I abandoned my responsibilities for weeks at a time, leaving provisions for my brothers while I sought the isolation of that distant cave where, mostly, I could exist undisturbed.
I followed the primary rule Creator-Father had drilled into us.
Stay away from the mortals.
Though even in that remote mountain refuge, I suppose I remained too close to their world.
Creator-Father would have disapproved intensely.
But Creator-Father no longer draws breath.
There was such liberation in those small rebellions. To abandon duty and brotherhood so I might... escape.
Escape this castle with its suffocating memories and the lingering essence of Creator-Father that still clings to every corner and stone of this ancient fortress.
For precious moments, I could forget.
I always intended to return to my obligations and responsibilities?—
I never intended to bring a consort home with me.
But now that she’s here...
When she’s near, her scent overwhelms everything else. I cannot hear the echoes of Creator-Father’s voice because she seems to occupy every available space in my consciousness.
And my body burns with need for her.
I may not breathe fire, but I might as well for how intensely I desire her. I restrain myself only from fear of causing her harm. The thought of damaging this precious gift I’ve only just discovered... No. I will exercise the utmost care with my treasure.
As Romulus observed, she is delicate.
And so impossibly small.
The memory of her incredible softness, the way she fits so perfectly against me, sends heat coursing through my veins.
My member responds immediately. The castle runs warm, usually only comfortable during the coldest winter mornings.
But my consort lacks protective fur, I realize as my heavy footsteps echo on the stone stairs. Is she comfortable in these conditions?
I cannot help but regard her as a gift from whatever benevolent forces might exist, granted after my long years of solitary hardship. She brings such satisfaction to my existence.
The thought has me fully aroused as I climb toward our chambers.
