Page 4 of Stone Cold

Children and others were most often times hurt in the process. It was unnatural, something that shouldn’t occur. It wasn’t the goddess’ will. She created mates for a reason, and even I, a lump of chiseled marble, could comprehend her reasonings.

There were a few different species that seemed to be scouting, looking for him, His Majesty Eldon of the Fae andher, my angel,that first day of school. You could see the hunger in their eyes. His Majesty, along with his sons, looked nearly identical in height, eye color, and stature. Their jet black hair I assume they got from his mate.

But her eyes looked like specks of starlight as she looked at me, wide-eyed, full of wonder and curiosity.

“You can’t talk?” I shook my head negatively as she began to tap her long, slender index finger on her chin, her face scrunched like she was deep in contemplation. “Is there any time you can talk?”

I nodded and after a brief moment of elation, it looked like the knowledge I could speak had sent her deeper into contemplation. She paced back and forth a few moments before stopping. She walked over, picking up a pen and notepad off the desk.

“I’ll ask a question, and you can answer using these. If you have a question, you can write it down. Though, maybe that’s silly. It’s just a dream, right?”

I started scrawling an answer, letting her know…it was only kind of a dream.

“In a sense? What does that mean?”

I started writing again, happy to be communicating with her, hoping she could feel the deeper connection, like I could.

“My Master made me with magic. I can use magic and talk on nights of the full moon.” She paused, and then a smile broke out across her face! It was as if her whole face was smiling, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

“That’s amazing!” But then she went back to looking confused, “What did you mean by ‘In a sense’ when I asked if this was a dream?”

This felt redundant, writing everything down, and I had never wished I could talk more in my life than I did right at this moment.

“I can use magic to project into your dreams, but this is real life for me. Everything that we’ve done has happened in real life.”

She stared at the words as she said them, the realization dawning on her like the next day’s sunrise. I stared at her as she froze like I was forced to, every morning. I could only hope it was a good thing she was quiet for so long. I was hoping she wasn’t about to banish me from her presence. I could feel the sadness creeping in, trying to make myself smaller, and I knew there was no way. It wasn’t possible.

I simply wouldn’t be able to survive the next millennium without her.

I knew the knowledge of the things happening in her dreams being reality, that they had in fact happened to her, between us, in the real world was going to be a lot to take in. A lot to take in and process. I was worried I had overstepped, that I should have told her before anything happened. I was prepared to give her space if that’s what she needed. But she wouldn’t be rid of me forever. I would come for her.

She would be mine.

That was one of the main reasons I hadn’t gone too far in the dreams. I needed to tell her what had already happened, happened in real life, and because I had to be sure she wanted this, wanted me, before I took her completely. I could feel myself spacing out, struggling to keep my stone face, stony, neutral. I was bracing myself for her rejections when her delicate hand touched my face, pulling me out of my distracted state where I was fighting off the sight of her running away in disgust.

She smiled at me, leaning up and kissing me.

“Take me,” she whispered against my lips, right before she pressed her warm lips against mine. I wasted no time snapping out of my shock. I kissed her back, ravaging her. I worshiped every inch of her body, pleasuring every spot of tender flesh where I noted she seemed to melt as I paid special attention to her in every dream we were in together before this moment.

In her dream, as her arms wrapped around my neck, I felt it happen in real life. I pulled back slightly, her sleep and lust-filled blue pools looked up at me.

“Take me, Burchard.”

I lost whatever tiny grip of control I tried to stay tethered to, like the animal I was.

Four

Annette’s POV

It was the middle of the night, but I forced myself awake, out of my dream, wanting to be present and conscious for my first time. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him in close with all my might, his cool marble body warming with the touch of mine. He was so cool against my skin I assumed this was what it was like when someone rubbed ice across your body, paying special attention to certain…areas.

He ripped my nightgown from my body, tearing my panties off immediately after stripping me naked, before burying his face deep in my center. It felt nothing like what it felt like when I played with myself. I gripped his head, my hands sliding up his horns, causing him to groan into my pussy, vibrating my clit and my eyes to roll into the back of my head. I pressed him to my center, to the point of suffocation, as I ground my hips against his mouth and nose. He ate me so good, it took me on a trip to the milky way! I drenched his face within minutes of the feast. He looked me in my eyes, aligned himself at my dripping wet, needy hole, and thrust into me. I cried out, biting my lip, and clinging to his form. He paused, remaining unmoving before I felt his lips as he kissed my tears away. I opened them to see the concern on his face. It was like he was giving me a glimpse into his questions, his mind, without saying a thing.

“I’ve never done this before, so it hurts a bit. Please,” I said, swallowing thickly as I felt him swell even more inside of me, filling me to the point I thought something might tear, while also taking it as a compliment, “please be gentle with me.” He kissed my head tenderly, easing out of me before gently thrusting back into me, but not all the way inside, waiting for my reaction. I nodded and he began, slow and steady, takinghis cues from me, as he watched me go from fumbling virgin to wanton woman underneath his massive form. I was a mess, and he felt so cold.

He kissed me, and it wasn’t hungry or desperate, it was passionate, full, and lazy, lingering as he thrust into me, his hands exploring my body. I met his thrusts, making his pace, the heat in the pit of my stomach building. I could feel myself tightening around his impossibly large cock as he made love to me. I was moaning and panting under him, as his thrusts became erratic.

“Bur…Burchard. I-I’m going to…oh gods! I’m going cum!” I called out, as I felt myself tipping over the edge into oblivion. His hands gripped my face, his forehead pressed to mine as he ground into me with his hips and his cock, reaching the deepest parts of me. Just when I thought I was coming down from my orgasm, his hand moved between us, sending a bolt of lightning to my already sensitive nub.