Page 12 of Bound By Darkness

I need this. I’ve needed it.

And now that he’s delivering me, I lose myself in the blissful feelings that erupt within me.

I do not care for your wars, for your kings, for your affairs. I care only for nature and the balance within it.

“But you’re here,” I say, even though the words make little sense to me.

Because there are those who would destroy this balance.

His voice sounds as a whisper beside my ear and I feel him gently push me down, towards the ground. I allow him to maneuver me until my back hits the dirt. The mists have cleared from him now, and looking upon his body delights and thrills me.

Who wants to see the balance destroyed?I ask, trying to focus on our conversation.

He doesn’t answer, though. Instead, he parts my legs then looks down at me, studying the flesh between my thighs as though it’s a rare and beautiful flower. His fingers continue to dance inside me, stroking and curling.

Who are you?I wonder. “What are you?” I correct myself.

He shakes his head. When he pulls his fingers out, they’re covered in the juice of my body. He settles himself between my legs and I feel the head of his erection perched at my opening.

Are you a god?I press, watching him with interested eyes. He pushes into me slightly and I feel myself stretching to accommodate him.

Similar,he replies. His breath hitches and he closes his eyes as he plunges inside me. I can’t take my eyes off him.

Yet you… enjoy pleasures… of the flesh?I ask him, my breath coming in quick gasps. I don’t know why I think the way I do, but carnal activities seem as though they’re the antithesis to anything godlike.

I am capable of healing you without entering you,he says simply as he withdraws. He holds the tip of his engorged penis at my opening.

Then why?I start.

He pushes inside me again, up to the hilt, in one motion. I buck underneath him and throw my head back as a moan captures my mouth.

Your body is created for mine,he tells me.Your wetness, your passage, your womb. All constructed to accommodate a male. Such is the power of nature,he continues as he thrusts repeatedly inside me, and I feel my peak beginning to build.

Are you nature?I ask.

He shakes his head.

Is Morrigan nature?I continue.

No,he thinks back immediately.

“Is she a god, like you?”

No,he answers again and I feel my body spasm around his, the feeling overcoming me. And then I feel something else… something within me pulling at him, taking from him and filling myself.

Do you know who you are?he asks.

I open my mouth, but close it again. I know he isn’t asking for my name, but there’s no other answer I can give him.

No.I finally shake my head. I suddenly feel… better, more invigorated.

I feel fed.

You will come to know and understand in time.

Why can’t you tell me who I am?

He shakes his head.It’s for you to learn, young female,he says as he pulls out of me and stands.What I will tell you is what you are.

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