Page 28 of The Hunchback

Seeming as impatient as I, Esmeralda kicked off her thong once I had it down to her ankles. With a determination I hadn’t expected, my mate’s hands reached for my shorts and yanked them down. Because of my height and her shorter arm reach, she didn’t get them down too far. Frustrated to break physical contact with my woman for even a second, I kneeled to rid myself of the annoying garment. But Esmeralda didn’t wait for me to finish, sitting up to draw my face to hers and resume kissing me.

Falling back down, she pulled me with her while I scrambled to kick off my own underwear.

“Make me yours,” she whispered against my lips, her cheeks flushed and her lips swollen by my kisses.

My blood rushed to my groin, and the surge of lust that exploded in the pit of my stomach almost had me ram myself inside my mate in one powerful thrust. Reining myself in never felt as miserable as in this instant. I crushed her lips with a passionate kiss, slipping a hand between us to touch her sex. Wet, warm, and inviting, I inserted a couple of fingers within, dipping in and out of her while my thumb rubbed her clitoris.

“Yes,” she moaned, the raspy sound of her voice making me insane with desire.

I should be preparing her more to receive me, but I didn’t trust myself to remain in control much longer. However, my girth wouldn’t penetrate such a tight sheath with ease.

“Forgive me,” I whispered, as I placed the tip of my shaft against her opening.

Esmeralda tensed slightly, her breath catching in her throat as I began to push myself in with shallow thrusts. Eyes locked with my mate, a connection almost magical formed between us. It wasn’t the power link that had caused me so much pain and pleasure, but something spiritual. The way she looked at me, with so much tenderness, almost adoration, turned me upside down.

Despite my impatience to be fully one with her, my protective instincts towards my mate made it far easier to control my urges than expected. With infinite care, I breached her hymen and continued my shallow movements until she’d taken all of me.

“You are so beautiful, my mate,” I said, covering her face with soft kisses while giving her time to adjust to me. “You are everything to me, Mera. Everything.”

“I am yours, Kwazeem,” she said, gripping my hair with both hands. “I knew you were the one from the first time I saw you. Even a god couldn’t take me away from you. There can never be another but you for me.”

“My love,” I said, overwhelmed with emotion.

Crushing her lips with a kiss in which I poured all the love she inspired in me, I began to pump in and out of her. Our moans mingled as the most exquisite pleasure turned my blood to liquid fire with each stroke. My claws dug into the mattress as I struggled to control my pace through the endless waves of bliss crashing over me. Esmeralda was so warm, so tight, squeezing my cock from all sides. Her hands clawing at my scales, her blissful sighs spurring me on, I wanted to pound into her like the wild beast that had awakened inside me.

When she began to meet me thrust for thrust, I gradually accelerated the pace, until both of us gave in to our passion with reckless abandon. The slapping sound of our flesh colliding filled the room, accompanied by the creaking of my bed, our blissful moans, and barely intelligible words of love. The burning feel of Esmeralda’s skin against my own rivaled the inferno raging inside of me. As my woman began to crest, her slender body shook beneath me. She suddenly seized, her back arching violently over the bed. Her nails digging viciously into my back, my mate cried out my name as she climaxed.

I shouted as her inner walls clamped down on my cock, trying to wrest my own orgasm out of me. Despite my excruciating need to fill my mate with my seed, I couldn’t stop riding her. As her sex continued to contract and spasm around my shaft, I abandoned any semblance of control I still possessed and unleashed my passion with something akin to fury. I pounded into her with near savagery, wanting to wreck her, to brand her, to possess all of her down to her very soul. Esmeralda writhed beneath me, chanting my name in an endless litany interspersed with strangled cries that drove me even more insane.

Beneath it all, her power reawakened, hungrily seeking the one dormant within me. Her Divine Light poured inside of me like liquid ecstasy as our link reformed, shattering the last of my restraint. Throwing my head back, I roared my release, and my essence erupted out of me in a searing flow of pleasure, filling my mate. Pain surged at the base of my spine, but I ignored it as I continued to rock in and out of my woman, spilling every drop of my seed.

I gorged on her Divine Light with an insatiable hunger, fueling the power that had lurked within the darkest depths of me. It burned like a living sun, turning my blood to a sea of lava and setting my body ablaze. But even as the pain grew, my power—my lover’s power now mine—seemed to burn it right away, pushing me to leech even more from her.

Infused with god-like power coursing through my veins, time and space lost all meaning. My cock hardened again as I continued to plow into the trembling, delicate body beneath me—into the source of infinite ecstasy that had robbed me of coherent thoughts.

I would ravage and consume her, destroy and devour her… All that she is, the Light that burned so bright within her would be mine.

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The distant chirping of one of my imps drew me out of my slumber. I felt refreshed, rejuvenated, my body tingling with an excess of energy. I opened my eyes to the mesmerizing sight of my mate’s naked form curled against me. She looked good enough to eat with her golden skin contrasting so beautifully against my bluish-grey complexion. I ran a possessive hand down her back, and then rested my palm against the provocative curve of her bum. Blood rushed to my groin as my insatiable hunger for her reawakened.

For a moment, I considered waking her to once more claim what was mine and mine alone. The memory of her moans in my ears, of her burning body writhing beneath my sensual assault, of the tight grip of her sex stroking my cock as I pounded into her.

Enough!

It took all my willpower to settle for a chaste kiss on her temple before pulling away from her. My shaft stood painfully erect as I gazed at the perfection sleeping trustingly in my bed. I had been relentlessly greedy in my lust last night and feared it would be a long time before my endless appetite abated where she was concerned. I would have to be careful not to drive her away with my excessive needs.

Despite the peaceful way she slept, I could feel Esmeralda’s weariness. How could she not be exhausted? Beyond me keeping her awake through most of the night in a frenzied sex marathon, my woman had singlehandedly filled the Well of Power in a Festival of Light that would go down as the most remarkable in history. She needed rest. Thankfully, Frollo was absent until the morrow, and everyone else was probably passed out in a drunken stupor from last night’s revelries. Therefore, my mate could sleep in my bed to her heart’s content with no one looking for her.

A dip in the river would have been nice but, as I tended to linger in the water swimming against the stream to loosen any stiffening in my back, I chose to take a shower instead. After checking that my woman still slept, I quickly dressed and went to pick a single white sarnokia, a dusty blue, long-petaled flower, with iridescent pistils that made the cup of the flower look as if a galaxy swirled within. Extremely hard to grow, they were the ultimate gift from a lover to his soulmate. After placing it in a vase on the nightstand, I kissed my goddess’ lips before heading out with my bow.

Victus and Lazarus rushed to my side the minute I stepped out of the house, chirping happily and multiplying the congratulations and kind words at having bonded with my mate. I thanked them in turn for their discretion exiting the room when things had started to heat between us last night. It suddenly struck me that soon, both my little friends would leave my side to seek their own mates. Although imps rarely formed couples other than to reproduce and didn’t raise their own offspring—who happened to be self-sufficient from birth—there were no guarantees my companions wouldn’t choose to remain with their species.

The fear of losing Esmeralda compounded that uncertainty.

Even as I moved through the surrounding forest at a slow jog, thoughts of the impossibility of my relationship with my mate tormented me. She couldn’t claim me before the citizens of Paris without condemning me to a certain death, and maybe even Frollo. If she told him about us, he would completely lose it and forbid us from seeing each other.

He doesn’t own me or her. We do not have to obey.

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