The final world is thrown between us on the floor.Determination blazes in her eyes.Crossing her arms over her chest, she straightens her spine.
“I did not kiss you out of gratitude—even though I am grateful for your help.I did not do so out of pity or because I wanted experience before settling down with a human lover.I did it because I wantedyou.”
Her words leave me too stunned to speak, so I merely watch her fierceness grow into a raging fire.This may be her most lovely form.
“For the first time in my life, I had the chance to seize the thing I wanted without fear of consequences or judgment.It may seem sudden, but this is what I truly want.You are what I want.We could part ways tomorrow, and I’d hold tonight in my heart until my death.”
The flames of the fire burn low as silence settles in between us.I don’t know what to say to her.I can hardly believe her words, yet there is no trace of deception.She wants me, as I am.Not because I am her rescuer or the first creature she’s been free to explore.She desires me simply for being myself.I need to make amends for my foolish behavior.
Swiftly.
“Willow,” I say softly, rising from the chair.“I am sorry.It is my own past that made me doubt you.”
She has offered me so much of herself, trusted me beyond what I deserve.It is only fair that I lay bare my soul to her.These memories are unpleasant, but there can be no space for lies between us.More than that, I want to share my past with Willow in hopes that, in doing so,our future has the chance to flourish.
“Long ago, before I was cursed, there was a Sister in the monastery I was tasked with watching over.I’m not sure what your histories teach now, but my kind were created to protect the One True Faith as guardians over the Sisters who inhabited the halls.Sister Kylne was a pretty young woman with fiery red hair.She had a tendency for accidents, so I tasked myself with keeping her from any accidents in the courtyard when she stumbled on the way to prayer.”
Willow’s brows pull low, but she remains silent.
“I dreamed the smiles she gave me and the accidental brushes of her hand against mine meant something.I had a fondness for her that I believed was being reciprocated until one night.I kissed her.”Shaking my head, I run a hand down my face.“Or at least I tried to.She screamed as I got too close.Her repulsion was evident, especially as she condemned me as the other Sisters gathered.Sickened by the idea that a monster like me would seek to desecrate her purity.”
“Baezal,” Willow breathes.
“I was cast out after that.Adrift for a few years in different towns until I found refuge here.I hadn’t known at the time that my situation was about to become bleaker.The True Blessed Father discovered me and transformed me into stone.I never thought I’d wake from my curse—I’d nearly given up hope.”
My eyes connect with hers, and I take a small step forward.
“You are special to me, Willow.My savior—the one who freed me from my curse.I couldn’t live with myself if you came to regret anything that happened between us.Don’t you see now why I couldn’t believe your desire to be real?”
Reaching out slowly, I cup her petal-soft cheek.She doesn’t push me away.If anything, she leans into my touch.
“I’ve glimpsed your soul, Willow.It is just as beautiful as you are.We may have only just met, but I know you—I see you.Kind, compassionate, brave, even if you know little of this world, you are already the best part of it.”
Willow blinks up at me several times with shining eyes.Moisture beads along her lower lashes, but no tears fall.Color dances on her round cheeks.
“Can you ever forgive me?”I ask.
I hold my breath as a flurry of emotions kindles in her gaze.The light burns low around us.Rain echoes in from outside.Willow’s full lips pull into a wanton grin.I let loose a breath frozen in my lungs.
“There’s a better way you can apologize to me,” she says.“It still involves your mouth.Just fewer words.”
Taking my hand, she tugs me closer to her.In one swift movement, she slides the sleeves of her dress down and allows the garment to fall from her body.She stands before me naked, glowing like an angel in the firelight.Her nudity is different than when I first saw her.She is allowing me this unencumbered view because she wants me to see her.
I’m not sure where to look first.Even her toes are enticing to me.Dark pink nipples stand at attention, begging for my mouth.Beneath a thatch of dark hair is her glistening flesh.Arousal decorates her delicate inner thighs.The scent of her desire is heady.
Willow smiles up at me as she slowly guides my hand to her breast.I squeeze it gently, my scales rising with pleasure.My wings feel heavy, and my breath turns uneven.
“Kiss me here,” she commands.
I drop to my knees, my head at the perfect level with her breasts.I lick her exposed nipple, gently rolling it with my tongue.Willow moans, swaying on her feet.My other hand wraps around her waist to keep her steady.I stare up at her and suck her nipple deeper into my mouth.Her pupils are blown wide with pleasure.Lavender coats every one of my senses.
Lifting our joined hands, she trails them down her soft stomach and through the small dusting of hair.I hiss as she presses my palm against her wet pussy.She is soft and dripping into my hand.
“And most importantly here.”
I give her a gentle squeeze and watch her eyes roll back in her head.She leaves my hand resting between her thighs and places her palms on my shoulders.They squeeze me tightly as my tongue licks a path towards her other breasts to show it equal attention.She tastes sweeter than honey.
In my grip, I lightly tease her wet entrance.Barely sliding a finger past her opening, her tightness makes my mouth go dry.Willow’s thighs flex around my hand, rocking back and forth, desperate for any type of friction.My angel needs a climax.She’s desperate for one.
