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Chapter 20

Erik

T he next morning, I wake holding Lillian tight to my body. Her breath fans across my shoulder, her hair sticks to the inside of my mouth, and her luscious curves embrace my body lovingly.

Her form is so inviting. I cannot get enough of the way we sink into each other, how holding her feels like everything is right in the world.

I have yet to hear the monster since she and I copulated. And the quiet is…peaceful.

How long has it been since I have known peace?

I bend my head into her scalp and breathe the scent of pine, sunlight, and woman. Her warmth envelops me. Her legs unconsciously tangle with mine.

Is it possible to love this woman? Someone I barely know, yet has changed me so completely?

How could she keep the monster at bay if it were not a spiritual connection between us? Something divine, holy—destined, even? Perhaps she is the salvation I’ve been waiting for.

Our fight the day before rings in my head. The things she almost said, before I silenced her with my lips.

But I will not think of that. Instead, I will make her breakfast and make amends for my outburst yesterday. She expressed a desire to learn the arts of survival. This is something I can teach, for as long as it takes her ankle to heal. I will enjoy her company to the utmost for every second I have her, and then when she is well enough to swim to the mainland…

I will say goodbye.

And I will not think of a day beyond that.

She stirs in my hold, and I try to shift my hips in a way that will not alarm her. I have always been virile, but in her presence my drive for sexual activities has increased immensely. My cock is at a constant aroused or semi-aroused state, particularly when she is close enough to touch and smell. My body craves her like water after a day of chopping firewood: an endless thirst that I cannot describe.

“Mmmm,” she moans, and her hand moves between us. I stiffen, both my upper and lower body, as she strokes my thickening shaft. “Somebody’s ready to make up.”

I swallow the dry lump in my throat. “I am sorry for abandoning you yesterday.”

“You came back,” she mutters, still teasing me with her soft fingers. “You had a lot on your mind.”

“I should not have snapped at you.”

“No,” she agrees. Then she tilts her head and stares at me with molten eyes. “But I can think of a great way to apologize.”

She turns my body so I am lying on my back, and she straddles me, her generous ass and thighs spilling to the sides of my waist. I huff out an exhale as the split between her cheeks cradles the tip of my cock, and she scoots back until my whole shaft is lined up with the seam of her backside.

“You–your ankle–”

“Is just fine for now,” she finishes my thought while shifting her weight forward and wiggling her feet to either side of us, showing off her flexibility. “Besides, I don’t need my ankle to do this…”

She slides down my body, every inch of her soft front caressing my torso as she positions herself so that her face lines up with my pelvis. My mouth is bone-dry, now, as I see the plush pink pillows of her lips part as she eyes my cockhead with a look that I can only describe as hungry.

Her tongue darts out and swipes across her mouth, and my body reacts of its own accord. My manhood twitches beneath her chin, as if seeking out the warmth of her breath. Or perhaps–

“How long has it been since you’ve had your cock sucked, Erik?”

For a moment, my brain is completely and utterly blank. My vision whites out for a fraction of a second, and when I come to, Lillian is eyeing me with a devilish expression.

My shaft jumps again, and this time the vixen catches it with her tongue, curling it to graze along its notch.

I groan, bending at the waist involuntarily as a jolt sizzles up my spine. I post on elbows, watching her. “I–I do not…”

“You don’t remember?” She sits up a little, pushes her breasts together under her chin and around the base of my shaft. My whole body shakes as the soft cushions embrace the sensitive skin, and I hiss at how lewd a picture she paints: my treasure, with the peaks of her tits staring at me like doe-eyes beneath her own sparkling blue gaze, my cock twitching and bouncing between them like an eager child.

I shake my head. Even in my youth, I have never experienced a woman between my legs in this manner. With her breasts pushed around me and her mouth–

“Ah!” I gasp as she parts her lips in an o and lowers herself onto me. Wet heat envelops me while the rough texture of her tongue runs up and down the underside of my shaft, and it has my whole body clenching with pleasure.

And then she does something very, very lewd indeed.

She arches her head back, opens her tits, and spits on me.

A rumble echoes in the shelter as she uses her saliva to lubricate her breasts and proceeds to swallow my cock whole–slickening the length with her slutty mouth until she kisses her breasts at its base, only to pull back and repeat the agonizing slide again.

It is demeaning. Disgusting. Captivating.

And I am growling for it.

“Mmm, you like that, don’t you? I can taste your cock leaking for me.”

She proceeds to speak the dirtiest things to me as she works my cock with her mouth and breasts, the words sloppy and distorted by the way she has to mold her annunciators around my erection. Somehow, the sloppiness makes it headier, more pleasurable, and she works me up until I am practically writhing on the furs.

“Lillian, please, I am about to–”

“Are you gonna come in my mouth, Erik? Fill my slutty, wet mouth with your–”

I do not know the next word she says because I explode, pleasure peaking in an unbearable lurch of my core. My hips thrust upwards, seeking their instinctive end, and I can feel the head of my cock reach the back of her throat as I spill myself inside of her.

My balls shove in between her breasts, and the pressure adds to the spiraling sensation. They draw up even harder, and another burst spurts forth, so much that I feel Lillian begin to cough and sputter around me.

“My–treasure–” I grit out through my teeth, trying to pull myself back from her, but she clamps her lips down harder around me, squeezing another spurt of seed from my cock. I shudder beneath her, a full body wave this time, and feel her nails clench my hips as she pushes her breasts even closer around me with her arms.

She hollows her cheeks, scraping her tongue around my head and poking it into the sleeve of skin that surrounds my shaft. I jolt, the uncovered length so much more sensitive than its collar.

And when she is done, she pops her mouth off of me and opens it wide so I can see that she swallowed my entire load.

I am panting when I ask, “How… does that… count as an apology?”

She gathers her hair off of her neck and rises to a seated position. “Oh, that was my apology to you. You can pay me back later. But right now, I need some water and a cut of that deer jerky we started last night.”

For the rest of the morning, Lillian is distant. After our breakfast, she announces that she is going to read on the beach and rest her ankle. I set about processing the rest of the doe I hunted the day before, stretching its skin upon a birch frame to cure and boiling its bones for broth and tool-making. Perhaps I can carve a comb to present to her as a parting gift.

I look over towards where she is sitting, among a pile of boulders that she was somehow able to climb, despite her injury. It is a fair distance away: visible, but far enough that she looks small and I cannot make out the details of her face.

It is difficult for me to understand why she was so affectionate this morning, only to avoid my company so wholly for the rest of the day. When I asked her if she needed anything from me after breakfast, she shrugged her shoulders, saying that she assumes I have more important things to do.

How can she say that, when I have tried to make it clear that she is the most important to me of all? I do not know how I can explain it to her in a way that she will understand. How can she say she wants to spend eternity with me on this island, when she has so little concept of how long eternity is?

She does not want eternity.

My spine straightens like a bolt at the horrible, familiar voice again. No, no, no! He has been so mercifully silent in the last two days!

I cannot leave you, Erik. Not until–

Silence! I will not hear of your perversions.

There is a sound of amusement in my head, a crackling hum that chills me to my very core.

And yet you allow yourself to fulfill every fantasy with your human lover outside of my influence? Interesting, interesting…

That is different. Lillian and I–

Are mates? How is that different from my divine joining with my own mate?

I shudder. It is pointless to argue with a god. He cannot possibly understand what Lillian means to me, when He is the very reason I am eternally unlovable.

Unlovable? You believe this to be true?

What other word could I use to describe myself? How could any woman subject herself to be with me? With a monster?

But you have found someone who loves you, have you not?

I search across the beach to see my sweet Lillian soaking her feet in the surf as she reads upon a large rock. My chest squeezes as I take in her delicious form, more bronze from the days we’ve spent in the sun.

She has barely spoken to me all morning, since our dalliance in the shelter.

She does not love me. She cannot. It is not her fault.

Interesting, interesting…

His voice fades away, and the loneliness He leaves behind is all-consuming.

And now that He’s back, it is too dangerous to reach out to Lillian for comfort. It would be too great a risk.

I can never let the monster have her.

Never.