Page 35 of Echoes of Eternity

I thought about the stories I'd read—heroes wielding weapons forged in the fires of creation, invoking ancient rituals to ward off spirits. “Great, Mae,” I scoffed at myself. “What are you going to do? Throw a few candles around and hope for the best? I don’t even own any candles.”

“Maybe I should just find a way to ignore him,” I reasoned, but deep down, I knew that wasn’t an option. This wasn’t a simple annoyance; it was a force that felt destined to disrupt my life.

I tossed and turned, my thoughts spiraling into a chaotic whirlpool. What was happening to me? Was it even possible to feel both terrified and irresistibly drawn to someone at the same time? I questioned my sanity again. The idea of a divine warrior’s pursuit—following my soul through countless rebirths—felt too surreal to fully grasp.

That was what the voice was hinting at, wasn’t it? It was the only explanation that made sense amidst the swirling confusion.

The memory of the deity’s gaze, his intense and burning eyes, haunted me relentlessly. Those eyes seemed to hold the weight of centuries, a deep well of yearning and pain that spoke to something buried within me. His presence was a tempest of emotions—fear, longing, and an undeniable, almost magnetic attraction the longer I let it linger in my mind.

How could I reconcile the horror of his arrival with this inexplicable pull? My heart raced, replaying the moment in my head, trying to untangle the conflicting feelings. It felt as if the universe was threading our destinies together, each strand vibrating with a resonance I could scarcely comprehend. The fear I had felt earlier began to mix with a strange excitement, igniting a flicker of curiosity.

“It’s definitely the dry spell messing up your mind, right now,” I grumbled, running a hand down my face.

Was I truly meant to confront this being, or was this all just a figment of my overactive imagination? The boundaries of reality seemed to blur with each passing second. The questions clawed at me, pulling me deeper into a rabbit hole where myth and reality intertwined. I couldn't ignore the tug in my gut.

As my weariness began to seep into my bones, my hand crawled between my legs desperate for some sort of serotonin to balance my body’s chemicals.

I bit my lip, wondering if I was going mad while I touched myself to thoughts of something that should frighten me. But with wings like a bloodied angel, how could I not try to imagine what it would be like?

I was no stranger to monster smut books, getting my rocks off with non human beings more than I should. And tonight, with the residual effects of the adrenaline lingering…

I whimpered when I realized my panties were soaked through, my finger circling over my clit in a familiar rhythm. My body quickly heated up, making me throwthe sheets off. I opened my legs further, kicking off my panties.

The climb toward ecstasy was faster than I anticipated, my hand familiar with all the planes of my erogenous zones. Massaging my breast and tugging my nipples, my fingers quickened their pace, slipping over my skin.

“I shouldn’t be so turned on like this,” I moaned at a particularly sensitive pass of my fingers. Dipping the tip of one in my entrance, my hips began to undulate in response.

“God, what would a divine cock feel like?” I whispered, pressing my face against the pillow, panting.

My imagination flooded my mind with images that threw me over the edge, having me scream into my pillow to muffle the sound while I climaxed harder than I ever had with self-pleasuring.

The waves that came after were as powerful as the initial crash, leaving my heart hammering against my chest, my mouth gaping open and my nipples feeling tender against the smooth sheets.

I whimpered as the aftershocks finally made way for mercy, bringing up my finger into my mouth for a taste.

The shot of serotonin did its job as my lids quickly felt heavy, the darkness pulling me into the land of slumber. The dreams that greeted me were ones that took me right back to the sexual high as large hands roamed my skin, caressing the arch of my back and massaging my ass.

A heavy weight pressed down on me while thewhispers of something softer floated around the edge of my vision. Hips and a hard cock undulated against my ass. I peeled my lids open slowly, finding myself lost in an expanse of satin sheets similar to the one on my bed.

I panted as my pussy pulsed with want, begging to be filled by whoever was behind me. I clawed at the sheets, my fingers hitting a few random soft loose feathers, whimpering, softly pleading to be fulfilled.

The being behind me trapped my hands beneath his as the tip of his cock ran up the seam of my ass and down again, making me whimper.

“Don’t tease me,” I breathed before biting my lip and closing my eyes against the feeling of his ridges against my sensitive flesh.

A wet tongue trailed along the slope of my shoulders toward the crook of my neck where something hard pressed against me, making me shiver. I didn’t expect the purr to rumble through my very being, hypnotizing me in uncontrollable lust.

“What have you done to me?” the masculine voice groans and my skin pebbles at the sound of his pain.

“The same thing you’re doing to me. Stop teasing me!”

He chuckles and runs his cock between my legs, making me scissor them in hopes of more friction where I was more sensitive during a haze like this.

“You look so precious when you’re needy,” he breathes behind my ear.

How can he show so much restraint when it feels likethe room is about to burst into flames and consume us alive?

When he twists his hips, hitting more erogenous zones, I mewled, arching my back. His hand travels from mine and touches me in all the places I ache as if he could read every nuance of my reactions, as if he had memorized them.

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