It had been days.
Not too many days, but he was impatient to touch her again, feel her again, and watch her pretty blue eyes daze with lust. Because ofhim, no matter which form he took.
He looked down at his clawed hands and the pale-blue skin that covered him – not even a week ago, he’d been a much different creature. His fingers curled into fists, but he was thankful for the change, even if this waiting vexed him.
His newly grown pointed ears twitched, and he lifted his gaze to the hole that allowed the outside to be seen from his tower’s low-level apartment.
A great city, filled with an array of monsters, roared outside with life. Many immortal beings glowed, each one different in their own way and their own hue. He was just one of the many that shared this world with succubi, incubi, and demons, plus many more immortal beings.
The city itself was constructed from earth, made by those with the magic to form tall, sturdy structures that reached the skies. His home was low to the ground due to what hehadbeen, andthe tops of the towers were left for those with wings who could fly to their places of rest.
Outside, in every direction, a red sky shone down on the world as forests and hills separated other cities from each other, allowing those who preferred to be secluded to have their green sanctuaries. There were many lakes for those who preferred water, and much further out, oceans for those whose domains could only be deeply submerged.
It was one realm out of many in existence.
This one belonged to his species but had been overrun long ago due to its beautiful landscape and abundant nature. A place teeming with life, all of it glowing like he did.
Vorg glanced at his side of the summoning circle, which had left a pale imprint in the lava-marble floor. It was temporary, and it’d eventually fade when she removed her side, but he didn’t particularly want it to.
She’s mine.
If she would just summon him again, he’d make that known.
He looked at the scrying disc again to find Skaarvar licking at the water in her shower for a drink. He cringed with disgust.
“If you’re going to stay there, at least go watch her,” he told him telepathically, which was how he’d communicated with the creature their entire lives together.
Skaarvar stopped and regarded what he said, only to ignore him and keep licking.
At least let me see her.
His beautiful, wicked witch. The one who fed him so much energy to make him what he now was.
The being who had, unknowingly, cursed him to hide within his home permanently – unless he risked revealing what he’d become, and then he’d be destroyed.
His entire body thrummed in anticipation of more of her, his groin tightening with desire as he pictured her. He shuddered at the memory of her spread open in all ways to him, and how she allowed him anywhere he pleased.
She’d made the cutest, sexiest little fucking noises.So soft, so broken, so airy as she cried over and over for him to the point of delirium.
He’d waited an exceptionally long time for someone like her, and he’d been obsessed with every inch of her from the moment she’d let one of his appendages inside her adorable, hot cunt. He’d never been able to taste her.
He wanted to rectify that.If only she’d summon me again.
With the way he’d tried to silently care for her in her sleep, laying her down to rest and fetching nourishment, he’d been hoping it wouldn’t be long.
Instead, he’d watched through Skaarvar’s eyes as she’d cried into her knees when she’d woken up. That was before the skowl had gotten bored and wandered off despite Vorg’s protests. Any glimpses of her since then revealed she appeared crestfallen when she was alone with her thoughts.
He wanted nothing more than to breach their connected summoning circle and go to her. Comfort her. Embrace her.
Claim her.
It was uncommon for one of his kind, a metamorphic being, to grow attached to anything. Then again, it was exceptionally rare for any of them to find someone willing to lie with them.
But she had, and he refused to let this mesmerising woman go.
I’m enchanted by her beautiful dark hair, her eyes like crystal water, and her soft, pale skin.Every inch of her was enthralling, from her little toes, to her rosy, pierced pussy and nipples, to her round ears that turned all shades of pink.
His possessive obsession was growing with every minute as he waited for her. If he hadn’t been trapped within his home, he was feeling so covetous of her that he wouldn’t have left anyway. He wouldn’t have wanted anything following him through the summoning circle to see her or attempt to take her for themselves.
