Page 10 of His Human to Chase

“That’s all.” His fingertips brush against my cheek, and I jump with a shriek. I didn’t know he’d moved close to the bed again, and I definitely didn’t know he was about to touch me. His touch leaves me as quickly as it appears, and then I’m left to look around blindly as I try to figure out where he’s gone.

“Yril?” I say his name barely a whisper when everything grows quiet.

I look around again like I can see if I just try hard enough. He doesn’t respond to me, and my heart is beating so loudly, it’s the only thing I can hear now. I crawl to the edge of the bed, one hand in front of me, trying to feel around for anything, the other finding the edge of the bed.

“Fuck,” I whisper as my feet hit the stone floor, and I find myself too scared to stand up.

I reach out in front of me again, the darkness feeling neverending and the empty air not giving me much to go off of. I keep one hand on the bed as I stand and start walking with my other hand out in front of me. I follow the side of the bed until I’m jumping when I make contact with the stone wall.

I pause and wait to see if I can hear Yril anywhere near me. When he doesn’t make a move for me, I move my hand from the bed to the wall. My heart is racing, and the sound of blood pounding in my ears is all I hear. I might be scared if not for the mounting pleasure between my legs at the thought of Yril somewhere in the darkness watching me.

I follow the wall until I’m bumping against a chair that Yril must have placed in my path. I stumble, my knees hitting the chair and causing me to fall into it slightly. The sound that leaves me isn’t cute and probably shows Yril that I wasn’t lying when I said I couldn’t see. I stay partially bent over the chair for a moment as I try to calm myself down. A hand on my lower back has me jumping again and turning to face Yril. I take a few steps to where I think he is, but he’s already gone. He must have moved the chair, too, because when I go to reach for it, it’s gone, and I’m lost again.

“Fuck you,” I hiss at Yril. He either doesn’t care or thinks it’s even better to have me cursing at him.

My hands are out in front of me again as I take the world’s smallest steps to try to get to the wall again. I find the wall and debate for a solid thirty seconds if it’s the same wall I was just at since it took me a little while to find it. My nerves are shot, my sense of direction shit, and my eyes not adjusting to the darkness at all. I decide to follow the wall in the direction I think is correct, but I have no idea if it’s right.

A soft tug on my hair has me screaming again, my heart racing. Yril’s chuckle breaks the silence after my scream, and I shoot a scathing look at where I think he is. I’m proven wrong again when he grabs a fist full of my hair and tilts my face upward. His tongue lashes against my neck in one long line before he releases me and hides himself again. My cheeks are flushed, and my core aches at the teasing. I’m sure he knows and that he’s getting off on this probably more than I am.

I move a bit quicker, knowing Yril will toy with me until I win this game. The darkness makes it so much more frightening since I can’t see anything at all, but that’s part of the fun. My hands hit nothing but open air as my knees fall against the mattress again.

“How?” The word is barely out of my mouth as I’m pushed face-first into the mattress, and my hips are raised. Yril doesn’t speak to me as he kneels down behind me and licks at the wetness that’s been dripping from me the whole time we’ve been playing this game. He only passes his tongue over my slit twice before retreating back into the darkness, but it’s enough to have my need warring against my fear.

I stay with my ass in the air for a moment longer, like I’m unsure if Yril wants me to move or not. When he doesn’t return to lick me more, I frown slightly, shaking my hips to entice him, but he doesn’t return. A part of me wants to dip my fingers between my legs to see if I can make him come to me if I threaten to take my own pleasure, but I decide to keep playing his way for now.

“Fine,” I sigh and throw my feet off the bed again.

Instead of walking through the darkness for the wall again, I get on my hands and knees and start to crawl through the darkness. It seems safer since I’m not having to worry about what I’m walking into. I keep one of my hands in front of me, sweeping the darkness so I don’t run into something. I crawl through the middle of the room and am pleased with myself when I make it to the far wall. I know the door is somewhere near here, and now I can just follow the wall.

A hand wraps around my waist as I’m dragged through the darkness, away from the wall. I’m pressed against a scaled body, and my throat is a little raw from screaming at being dragged away from where my safety was.

Yril presses cock press against my backside and grinds against me softly. My body hasn’t gotten the memo that we’re okay with our mate taking us, so I’m crawling away from him as soon as his hand leaves my waist. I hear his chuckle behind me as I realize I have just crawled away from the game ending. I whip around, my heart racing, but I’m now trying to find him in the darkness instead of the door. I crawl to where I thought he was, but he’s already moved again. His footsteps are too stealthy for me to hear over my heart.

“Please, Yril.” My voice breaks slightly, and then he’s behind me, a hand on my shoulder, another holding my waist. I’m definitely not as broken or scared as my voice makes me seem, but it has the desired effect.

“I’m here, little floof,” He says softly like he’s trying to soothe the fear I’m mostly pretending to be filled with. “You’re safe. I’m right here.”

He keeps me on my hands and knees, but I relax under his touch. My fear was already mild, but now it’s completely eviscerated and replaced with lust. “I need you.”

“What do you need from me, Skylar?” He hisses as he lowers his body over mine. His voice has a taunting quality. He knows I’m exaggerating my fear, or he’s at least figured it out. My hand reaches back to grab his thigh, which only has him pressing against me harder. His claws drag along my back, causing goosebumps to spring up all over my skin. It feels so good that I forget he’s asked me a question since I’m enjoying his touch so much. “Tell me.”

“I need your cock,” I beg, and a small wail leaves my lips as soon as he pushes away from me, back into the darkness.

“Get to your tunic, and I’ll stretch you out.” His voice has me spinning around to try to find him, but he’s quick and already moved away again.

He enjoys me being helpless, needing him, and pushing me to the brink of insanity to get to him. I let out a soft growl that I wasn’t even aware I could make, which has him hissing from another corner of the room, or at least I’m assuming it’s a corner since it’s off to the side of me. “Vicious little female.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” I bare my teeth where I think he is, and I’m rewarded with him kneeling in front of me, cupping my face and feeling his tongue lick my lips softly.

“I like you being vicious, floof,” His smile is evident, and this time he’s slow about leaving me. “Find your tunic so you can be vicious underneath your mate.”

I keep my hands in front of me, waving through the air to make sure I don’t run into something and die in the darkness. I doubt Yril will let that happen. He’s probably close enough to me that he could catch me if I were about to hurt myself, but still, it’s nerve-wracking not seeing.

I find the wall and start moving faster than I was before, trying to find the door before he can pull me back into the darkness and disorient me again. We both know he can prolong this game as long as he wants, so I’m trying to be as quick as I can to try to win.

I reach the door and feel around it, trying to feel for my tunic. Even getting on my tiptoes, thinking maybe he put it somewhere high. All I feel is rough wood.

Powerful hands grab my wrists and pin them above me so my chest is pressed into the door as Yril nudges my feet apart. He holds me in place, lifting me until I’m on my tiptoes. My head cranes to the side, begging for any kind of light so I can see him, but I’m left staring into blackness and hoping he’s done playing with me.

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