Her face flushes a precious pink, and she flutters her eyelashes as she glances away, but it’s not long before she meets my gaze again. She wets her lips and offers me a small smile as she suggests a slower, more luxuriant kiss that lies somewhere between the two options I gave her.
I grin and seal my mouth over hers, flicking my tongue at her lips before I probe deeper. Doe-dee opens for me willingly, and I can’t help the excited moan that rumbles from my throat. I wrap my arms around her curvy little frame and pull her close enough to feel every soft inch of her flesh pressing to every firm inch of mine that I can physically manage.
Her arms come around me as best they can, and she grips my broad shoulders before firmly dragging her fingers down my arms. She wants me to feel her, and there’s no way I can do anything but. She’s filling my senses. All of them. I don’t know if I dropped my barriers or she dropped hers, but I can feeleverything. My need, her need, our merging desires to do intimate things despite a wary level of resistance to actually doing those things. It feels too soon and yet not soon enough to fulfill the fantasies that rush through our minds, and before long, I have to release her and pull myself back, for fear of doing harm by rushing.
I’m not sure of the extent of Doe-dee’s psychic abilities, but I’m more than familiar with mine, and I don’t understand the blindspots in my visions surrounding her. It’s as if the universedoes not wish me to foresee how this connection will develop, I’m simply meant to respond as I feel in the moment. Such a notion is foreign and somewhat uncomfortable, but in a world that has felt predictable for so long, I have always yearned to learn what it is to feel surprise. If we monsters have been the answer to the righteous humans’ prayers, could it be that Doe-dee the universe’s answer tomine?
I look her over and feel sure that she is all I have ever wanted. I doubt either of us were prepared for meeting each other today or for the onslaught of so many intense feelings, but I will respect this connection with all that I am. I don’t ever want to hurt her. Physically or any other way.
I tuck my hard dick away and clear my throat. “I got carried away. Please excuse me, Pet. I will restrain myself.” I intentionally send her a mental image of me stepping back and taking deep breaths.
She glances at my bulging crotch, gives me a sexy smirk, and nods for me to follow her into her cave. As she walks ahead, I’m certain that there is a more pronounced swinging of her hips, and I am sure she’s doing it on purpose.
“Be fair,” I rumble as I follow her. “You don’t need to make it harder to hold myself back, it’s already a challenge — one I will rise to for your own wellbeing. Filthy as your mind appears to be, I doubt you could handle all I want to give you just yet.”
Doe-dee looks over her shoulder at me, and her eyes are sparkling with allure. She knows I’m caught up in the spell of her, and she’s happy about it. Perhaps she too has spent too many nights alone in her…cave.
The thought of her living in a dark and dingy hole irks me. She may be a little wild and rough, but she has the aura of a queen, and as such, I’d prefer to see her in a castle or some other sort of luxurious accommodations. When she gets down on her hands and knees in the dirt to crawl under the overhanging rock,I’m torn between howling with anguish and… admiring the sight of her in such an animalistic position. I drop to my knees behind her and watch her buttocks shift back and forth with every movement while I strain in my trousers.
My crotch is damp from the amount of pre-ejaculate weeping from my cock, and I lay uncomfortably on my belly, to drag myself through the dirt after her. I try to keep up, my mouth watering from being so close to her heady scent. I’d love to nudge her dress a little higher with my nose and sink my tongue inside her sensual depths for a long, satisfying taste of her.
She stops moving.
There’s not quite enough room for her to turn around with ease, so she lifts the skirt of her dress and looks back at me through her arms and legs. Her pupils are dilated from the dim light, so her eyes appear almost black, and in them, I can see our bodies rolling around on the ground in some sort of naked wrestling match. I don’t know if the thought is mine or hers, but I want it. Could it be that we both want that?
Without a word, she staggers onward on all fours until the snug tunnel opens into a vast, low ceilinged cavern. I slowly extract myself from the opening and carefully rise to my feet, to avoid hitting my head on the stalactites. I dust myself off and take a few steps, keeping my head ducked in most places as I look around in amazement. There are shafts of light cutting through the air from a couple of high up holes, and they illuminate the space in a way that can only be described asmagical.
Her home is filled with comfortable-looking homely items, some more edible greenery, and it has its own stream running through it — with a mini waterfall and a small pool that looks big enough for the two of us to bathe together — naked and close, I hope. I swallow hard and wonder if I even have enough to offerthis fairy-like human queen when she already has a kingdom and wields a sword to deliver her own justice.
Dodie dusts herself off too, and I don’t miss the way she frowns at her grubby knees and tugs her dress a bit lower in an attempt to cover them. I quite enjoy her dirty knees, so I’m glad her efforts to hide them are in vain, but it does get me to thinking that maybe she’s not entirely happy having to crawl under a rock every time she wants to enter her home. Perhaps she would appreciate being provided something more befitting a female of high honor such as herself.
4
DODIE
Igrin at the look of awe on my sexy new friend’s face.
“You like it?” I ask, hoping with all my heart that he does. My home is largely an expression of myself, and if he were to dislike it, I know I’d feel the rejection deeply. Despite doing my best to hide it, I feel everything deeply around him, and I get the impression that he enjoys catching glimpses of that when the sensory overwhelm sees my protective facade slip. He allows space for it, as if he too has a great capacity for depth and it’s safe to explore that vastness together. It’s the most extraordinary feeling, and a little hard to believe after a lifetime of having to shrink or adjust for others who’ve insisted I feel too much.
Hordan takes my hand and presses it to his chest as he looks around and grins. His heart is pounding, and I caress his velvet with my fingertips. “I’m glad,” I whisper with a smile before extracting myself to get a clean cloth, put some water over the coals to boil, and gather some herbs. I put remainder of last night’s stew on to heat too, in case Hordan is hungry like me, and once I have the chamomile steeping, I lead him over to the stream and bid him sit down on a large boulder there.
He quietly obeys my unspoken commands, but watches me like a hawk, apparently fascinated by my behavior.
“I’m going to wash the dirt and blood off first, then bathe it with the chamomile to stave off infection, assist with pain, and promote healing.” I look up at his blank expression and then picture what I said in my mind’s eye.
His eyes light up with understanding and I marvel again at this strange connection between us. I’ve been able to read energy for as long as I can remember. It’s how I survived long enough to escape to the woods and rebuild my life as a hermit. The solitude wasn’t by choice, exactly. It’s not that I longed to be alone. It’s just that it’s been my only way to feel safe. Until now.
I glance up at Hordan through my lashes as I dip my cloth in the stream. The feelings I have for him are so incredibly strong and passionate I barely know what to do with myself, but there’s no denying them. They exist. For both of us. And that means something. Butwhat?
That we were meant to find each other? This is fated? I search inside myself for more information. What is my body telling me? Are we to be friends? Lovers? I feel suddenly sure I’m not meant to keep merely surviving in this world alone. Hordan has sparked something new inside me. Hope for a companion I can trust. How long will we have together? Days? Weeks? An eternity?
A low ache in my core intensifies.Forever lovers. It feels like a truth.
I murmur softly to him as I cleanse the dirt from his wound, and he sits perfectly still. Stoic. I reach out my energy to feel his vibes, but his mind feels distant and closed off, like he’s blocking me. He doesn’t want me to know what he’s thinking. Why? Is he in pain and doesn’t want me to know it? Am I hurting him?
I take care to be even more gentle in my movements, and even though I know he can’t understand what I’m saying, I talk him through the whole process and assure him it’ll all be oversoon. It’s quite a nasty cut, and I feel terribly guilty for not having looked where I was dropping my machete.
Hordan grunts, and when I look up, he strokes my chin and gazes into my eyes. He bows down and kisses my forehead with such tenderness, it bring tears to my eyes. I rush to hide my face, and then get up and check on the herbs.
