Page 44 of Xeda

Her hand pressed on his chest, then slowly drifted down his stomach. The hunger was rising, and the heat with it. He was growing mindless with the need. Needed her to touch him where it pained him most. He watched her hand move, and when she did finally trail her fingers along his sheath, he hissed with pleasure, his cock sliding out slowly.

She lifted her hand and showed it to him, now covered in his oil. She pressed her finger to her lips, and he shuddered as she tasted him. "Be good, Xeda," she repeated. "And don't move. Show me how well trained you are."

He grew still as she knelt before him. He didn't dare move as she took him in her hands first, pulling the heat from him. Then she covered him with her mouth, and he let out a sharp bark of surprise and ecstasy, so engulfed by her it nearly broke him. It was unnatural, obscene, and forbidden to have a human on him like this. It was wrong. But Ophilia felt so right. And he relished in every stroke. Slow and deep, then faster until he finally snapped, roaring as his body convulsed.

The scene swirled, then tore apart around him until there was nothing left, and he was being shoved awake.

His eyes flew open, and a soft moan spilled between his teeth. He looked around and saw he lay on a soft pad in an inground bed. The pad was ripped to shreds.

He had been dreaming and yet his body still throbbed. He growled in annoyance and slowly sat up, noticing his cock was still out of its sheath and his belly and legs were damp.

He stared down at himself and sat there in stunned silence, his mind turning over what the hell had just happened. Eventually, coming to terms with the disturbing dream, he stood and climbed out of the bed. Yes, that was all it was. A very disturbing dream. He couldn't help how his body reacted.

"You're disgusting," hissed a voice in the shadows. He saw her at the corner of his eye but didn't dare look at her. His dead queen paced along his periphery, looking more twisted every time she appeared. "You disgust me. You're being entranced by a human. You’re letting her tempt you. Weak. Pathetic."

He bared his teeth. He bent his head and tugged at his horns. "No," he hissed back. "It's not true. It's not my fault."

"Control this now or it will consume you."

He straightened. Yes, he needed to get a hold of himself. It was nothing. It was just a dream.

He peered down at himself with irritation and pushed his cock back into its sheath even if it pained him. The throbbing didn't cease, the heat didn't dissipate. But surely it would. He just needed to calm himself.

He lumbered over to the pool and quickly sank down, cleaning himself off.

The games would be starting soon, and he needed to have a clear head. He needed to be ready.

* * *

He was tying the last piece of grivhide on his arm when he heard Ophilia's door open and click shut behind him.

"Morning," she said in a cheerful voice. "Wow, I didn't think you'd be ready so soon. You know the games don't start for a few hours, right?"

He didn't look at her as he said, "I just want to be prepared."

He heard her soft footsteps approaching, but he couldn't bring himself to turn and look at her. "Are you hungry? I can send for food."

"I'm fine."

"All right." She was silent for a moment, then said, "Did you sleep well?"

He froze, growing tense. Then quickly, he yanked the last tie tight. "Not really."

"Yeah, me either, honestly. A little too wired for today, I think."

He still couldn't look at her. He stared out one window instead, out toward the city beyond. Even after cleaning off, he had found it hard to relax. His body still throbbed, the heat simmering low but still there, the ache between his legs now a dull pain that wouldn't go away. He walked to the door and stopped. "I'd like to go to the training area."

"All right," she said slowly. He knew she was studying him, could practically feel her eyes on his back. "No problem. That would probably be wise. That way, you can get warmed up."

Without waiting, she took him straight down to the training area. He wasn't surprised to see others there already. Not Kaxek, but one of the fyrien was throwing their blades at a target. He locked eyes with Xeda before pulling back his blade from the target.

"I'll be close by," Ophilia said. "I'll come back for you in a little while."

She left him, and he was grateful to be alone. His body was still tense, but he planned to remedy that while focusing on the fight ahead. He moved over to a rack of weapons and took up a curved blade that reminded him of a scythe. Gripping it tightly, he moved on to a target and took out his frustration on it one cut at a time.

* * *

By the time the fighters had moved on, readying themselves for the game to begin, Ophilia had returned, and he felt a little better after tearing the target to shreds.

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