Hordan joins me by the fire, picks me up, and cradles me in a big, rocking bear hug while he croons softly. I wash of calm floods over me, and out of nowhere, tears start running down my face. I can’t turn them off. I swipe at them, angry they’re there, and try to fight my way out of his embrace. At first he holds on, but when I continue to struggle, he drops me — right into my bathing pool.
The cold water shocks me, and when Hordan steps in to join me, his expression is full of concern. He shows me his raised, empty palms and moves so slowly to sit next to me, that seconds feel like hours. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and then… nothing.
He simply sits very still in the water next to me.
And then I feel it.
A thick, warm sensation surrounds me, and it hums with safety and pure love. I’ve never felt anything so beautiful, and I begin to cry again, but I don’t try to fight it this time. I simply turn my face away and let the tears fall.
From the corner of my eye, I see Hordan pick up my homemade soap. He takes it to his nose, smiles, and soaps my bathing sponge. The moment he touches my arm, I feel the potent sensation of love even more, but I don’t try to escape it this time. It’s foreign and scary, but it feels so good, and I want it. I want him to touch me like this forever. With kindness.
My tears flow faster at the realization that I have never been loved before. Ever. Not by my parents, my siblings, my friends, or my boyfriends. Whatever I thought was love in the past wasdefinitely something else, because it wasn’t until right now, that I learned what true love feels like. From a monster. The same monsters we were told to fear when we were children.
Hordan continues to wash me, calmly and quietly. My arms, my hands, the back of my neck — anywhere my clothes aren’t clinging to me. Unable to bear the thought of not feeling his loving touch literally everywhere on my body, I push away from him and tear my dress off over my head.
He hesitates. For a moment he simply stares, which is when I realize that I’ve rendered myself fully naked. I reach for my dress, but he grabs it first and throws it to the far side of the cave, where the wet fabric slaps against the wall with a loudthwackand sticks there.
For a few awkward breaths, we simply stare at each other, both fighting to subdue the sexual thoughts that threaten to ruin the moment we were having. Eventually, Hordan soaps up the sponge again and holds it toward me without touching it to my skin. In my mind I feel him ask if I’d feel safe to turn and let him wash my back. The tears start again, and I accept his offer of continued reverence for my mind, body, and soul.
He moves closer, and gives me so much adoration and attention that I’m still crying even when he seems done. He sits back against the rocks and simply waits for me to decide what I’ll do next. He doesn’t push me or pull me, but I can sense his relief and elation when I move toward him and snuggle close against his soaking pelt. The water is cold, but he his warm like fire, and if I could affect the temperature of our surroundings with the way I burn for him more with every passing moment, the pool would soon begin to boil.
5
HORDAN
My poor, sweet pet has been so neglected.
She barely knows how to receive the love I’m giving to her. Massively overwhelmed, she fights with herself to accept my gentle touch, and I can only imagine the chaos, fear, and lack of care she has experienced in her life to be scared of genuine good intentions. Her trust must have been broken time and again for her to retreat into the forest and defend her peace so fiercely.
It makes me want to go back in time, to stand between her and everything that would seek to harm her precious being. I would roar in faces before I tore out throats.
Doe-dee stiffens and I immediately blank my mind of any aggressive image or thought, blocking her from the depth of my rage at any injustice she has faced. Instead, I let her into a softer corner of my mind, where she can feel only love and safety, while the passionately protective version of me stands guard outside the door to keep anyone nasty from entering.
I don’t want my pet to feel fearful ever again. She has been living in survival mode. But not anymore. I’m here now, and I won’t allow her to continue in struggle.
She deserves a soft life, and she will know true love to the depth that I can deliver it. If I was worried about what I couldoffer her before, I know the exact offering to make now. And it’s so simple. Unconditional love will be the easiest thing I could ever give to her, because my heart has been swelling and overflowing with it since we first met. My heart’s true desire is to protect her from all harm and see to her health and happiness for the rest of her days.
She fits so perfectly snuggled against me, and I stroke her back while her post-sob breathing begins to calm. There is no more natural sensation I can think of than to have her soft skin pressed to mine. I count the speckles sprinkled over her shoulders, so I know how many kisses it will take to show my appreciation of every single one. So many kisses. All over her body. It will take a long time, and I can only pray that she will be still enough to let me. Even if she didn’t, I could spend the rest of my life kissing one new freckle each day.
I press a kiss to her forehead and trail the tips of my fingers over her auburn crown. Would she let me wash her hair? I reach for her floral scented soap and bring it to my nose once more before holding it in front of her face and gently patting her head.
“Ma herr?” she asks, tugging at one wavy lock of her messy lengths. She presses her lips together, and with her thoughts guarded in this moment, I’m left to study her face and the almost imperceptible traces of energy I can detect. After a moment, I decide I would classify her expression as hopeful but anxious, and I stroke her cheek to reassure her by reminding her of how good my touch will make her feel. She shivers, leans into my attentions, and releases a small mewling sound from the back of her throat that lets me know she’s feeling exactly what I want her to.
Slowly, watching me very carefully, she detaches herself from my torso and sinks down into the water. She leans her hair back, presenting her bare breasts toward me in the most appealingmanner before rising again to drip from every possible part of her.
I have never seen anything so seductive in all my life, and I can’t help projecting my desire to lick the tantalizing water rivulets from her skin, starting with catching the steady drips from her nipples with my tongue before suckling at the seemingly endless trickle that’s running down her breast from her wet hair.
Doe-dee parts her lips on a tiny gasp, and her nipples peak even more firmly. She sends back a mental image of me doing exactly as I’ve imagined, and adds an image of her throwing her head back with a sexy grin while she clasps onto my horns and pushes her fingers through my long hair. My scalp tingles from the suggestion alone, and if her imagined good time is not her telepathically granting me permission to proceed, I don’t know what else would be.
I latch on to her breast without pause and suckle at her nipple, and the fantasy becomes real. The sight off her head actually tipping back is a gift, but she also honors me with a moan that sounds so pleasurable, I feel it in tugging at my aching balls. I lick and suck and sip the fresh water from her pale skin, swallowing it down as if it could end the thirst I have for her, but I fear nothing ever will.
I want more. I want to taste her neck, her shoulder, the perfect little bridge where the two meet. I want to lift her from the water and thrust my face between her legs, seeking her pleasure so I can experience the sweet-smelling arousal she’d been drenched with before I plunged her into the water. I wish I had taken my fill beforehand.
Doe-dee looks at me as if she’s read my mind. She offers an image of me lifting her onto the soft moss by the pool, and her spreading her legs as she guides my face to her sex by my horns.I roar with excitement and hoist her onto the spongy, green surface before her next breath.
She opens her thighs, and I stare as she reaches down and parts her precious pink petals for me. I lunge forward and nuzzle my face all over her glistening cunt. She’s a surprisingly even mixture of wet from water and her own slick, and I coat myself in her scent before lapping at her sweet little human slit.
I tease her entrance with the tip of my tongue until her body is agitated and begging for more. She stomps her feet and bucks her hips, and the wildness of her stirs the wildness in me.
