Page 53 of Feral Guardian
She snorts. “But I mustn’t develop a bad habit.”
“I’ll forgive you for tonight.”
“Oh, good. So glad to have your pardon, sir.”
My cock stirs and I push down on it, hopefully beyond her notice.
Lily takes another large bite and hums appreciatively. “This reallyis delicious.”
Pride swells in me, but I contain my smile. “I’m glad you like it. We don’t have much of the spice, so I’ll have to use it more sparingly in the future.”
“That’s too bad,” she says, pouting her lower lip.
I want to suck that thick lip into my mouth.
Fuck. Stop it.
“So, tell me about our journey. What can I expect?” she asks.
I consider our route. The Fyn Mountain range will prove the most difficult part, but with the new bear hide and the other things we’ll pick up along the way, I’m sure we’ll be fine.
“We’ll follow these foothills for another week and then enter the open plains for two. After that, we’ll reach the Fyn Mountains. There should be several passes we can take, so even if one is being monitored, we’ll find another.
“It’s spring, so the mountains will be quite cold. We’ll want to fashion more heavy clothing for ourselves and use the bear hide for Kor’Tar. We’ll also want additional supplies before heading in, so it may take us longer. We’re fortunate you can create nearly anything we need.”
She nods. “What supplies?”
I take another bite as I make a mental list. “A pot for boiling snow into water, a shovel, rope, waterskins, and more I can’t think of at the moment. We have time, so don’t worry.”
“I’m not worried. I know you wouldn’t lead me through the mountains if we couldn’t survive the trip,” she says, then rips off another mouthful.
I watch her chew, her green eyes dancing with the flames.
Gods, she’s beautiful.
I force my gaze away, dropping my head back. The sky is turning deep violet, and stars glimmer through the clouds.
“The gods are watching us,” I say.
Lily’s gaze turns upward. “Do you think they care whether we make it?”
Your quest is paramount. An order from the gods.
“Yes, I do.”
Chapter sixteen
Lily
I’m acutely aware of Alastair sleeping two feet away from me. His breaths are measured, and deep. It should be comforting; it should help me drift into dreams. Instead, I’m drifting into more fantasies.
Had I not pleasured myself twice earlier today? How is it possible that the throb is back between my thighs just at the sound of himsleeping? I am pathetic.
I should think about something else.
My hand trails along my thigh and I feel the thick tip of my new nails. After dinner, Alastair helped me remove the beast’s claws and teeth. I fused each of the claws into the bones of my fingers, replacing my own nails with the talons of the bear creature. I can shrink or extend them at will now, and black looks good on me. I like it.
The teeth I fused into my elbows, shoulders, and kneecaps. Tiny points of the bone poke out from my skin, which I altered to be able to flex and expand when I extrude the new tooth weapon. Alastair gave me a refresher on hand-to-hand combat after dinner with my new tools, showing me how to throw my elbow to do maximum damage.
