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GIDEON

M y need for her, to claim her, breed her grows exponentially each day, mingling with the burning frustration that she still hasn’t revealed whatever truth she’s still hiding from me.

Every quiet moment we have together I’m tempted to force her to tell me.

To tell her that I’ve already seen her horns and tail.

Little signs of her magic. That I know she’s different in a way that I can’t even begin to fathom, and I am desperate for her to explain.

I try not to be offended that she lied to me when I attempted to coax her into telling me, making her promise me no more secrets , but as time passes, that task becomes increasingly difficult.

There are only a few things stopping me from doing just that, forcing her, but I’m terrified she’d try to run.

If the government got wind of some mythical being in our midst, I’d probably find a bullet in my head, and Winnow would be put in some government black site or SAP facility to be tortured and tested for the rest of her days, and I imagine she must realize that to some degree, which is what gives me pause. Patience.

I remind myself constantly that it’s only been a couple of weeks, and she merely has the wisdom to follow the same rule of thumb in letting someone show you who they are before you just dive headfirst into life-altering agreements with them.

Like marriage.

Which I have, admittedly, been thinking about on the daily, nearly as often the roaring hunger to claim her.

The sight of Winnow tied up so prettily for me and her little pink pussy, dripping wet, and needy for me renders me unable to form words as my urge to claim her all but takes over me.

I manage an approving grunt as I withdraw my fingers to spread Winnow’s bare lips with my thumbs, giving myself unobstructed access to the pouty bud of her clit.

“So fucking beautiful,” are the only words I’m capable of forming before I begin to slake my hunger. My tongue laps ravenously over her clit before wrapping my lips around it and sucking. My hands shift to firmly grip each rounded globe of her luscious ass, pressing her more firmly against me.

Winnow whimpers and writhes beneath my ministrations, and when her body coils tight, I shift to return the index and middle fingers of one hand to her entrance, pumping in and out of her while pressing firmly against her G-spot.

Yet again, perhaps with whatever bizarre magic she possesses, I can feel her rising orgasm being mirrored in me, but I fucking refuse to spill.

With a tremendous amount of focus, I manage to tamp it down as she cums, crying out above me as her body bucks.

“Oh, fuck, Gideon… fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuu ? —

Winnow gasps and her pussy grips me like a vice just as her squirt reaches my tongue and trickles down her legs. These jeans will be ruined for the day, but I’m a happier man for it.

Gentling my strokes and my tongue, I ease her down from her orgasm before pressing kisses to her pussy, and the sensitive flesh where her thick thighs meet her hips.

“You’re my good girl, Winnow.”

Now and always.