Page 67 of Progeny of the Cursed Egg
I’ve never felt sograteful for Klauth’s presence in our den as I do this week. His ancient knowledge, a treasure trove of wisdom, saved Abraxis from the brink of death. Tonight, at long last, I can surrender to the embrace of sleep with a fragile sense of security. Abraxis lives, and the world feels like it’s slowly righting itself. The balance restored by a whisper of hope.
I leave my bedroom door ajar, the quiet creak of the hinges a whispered promise that I’m here if anyone needs me. Since Abraxis’s accident, I’ve found myself rising repeatedly through the night. My footsteps echoing through the empty halls, the sound a hollow reminder of the turmoil that haunts us. Even though we are leagues away from the academy. I roam these corridors with a vigilant intensity. My senses are attuned to every murmur and shadow, every flicker of movement in the darkness.
In the soft glow of lamplight, I find Mina asleep on the worn leather arm of the recliner where Abraxis rests; her face peaceful in the golden haze. I cradle her gently, feeling the delicate warmth of her skin against mine, and carry her to my room. She needs this tenderreprieve from the relentless storm of our lives, a moment of solace in the chaos. Together, we’ve taken turns ensuring she finds refuge in sleep. I smooth her tangled hair away from her face. The silken strands slide through my fingers, and tuck her in with care, the blankets a soft cocoon around her form. Then, I slip into bed behind her, drawing her close. I hold her while she sleeps, her breath a soothing rhythm against my chest.
In the deep hours of the early morning, my body ignites with a feverish energy. A surge that electrifies every nerve ending, setting my skin ablaze. Every inch of me awakens with a desperate hunger, as if my very flesh craves the touch of another, a primal need that consumes me. I feel a deliberate, wet caress tracing along my hardening length, igniting sparks that spread like wildfire through my veins. My pulse races under the expert, teasing pressure. Each touch stirring a torrent of desire that makes time itself falter, the world narrowing to this singular sensation.
Before I can fully comprehend the feverish passion. The next thing I feel is warmth—a slick heat wrapped around my shaft like a silken glove, engulfing me in its embrace. Weight settles on my hips, and lithe hands roam all over my chest, mapping the contours of my body with a reverent touch. A soft purr escapes my lips, the sound a throaty rumble in the stillness of the room. The best sex dream ever. It feels so real, so vivid, as if I could reach out and touch the fantasy. My Mina, my mate, rides me slowly, sliding up and down my shaft, teasing me with each deliberate movement, each roll of her hips a sweet torture.
“Mhmmm,” I murmur, my voice thick with desire as I pull her close. The heat of her skin searing against mine. As soon as she’s pinned beneath me, I find myself drifting back to sleep, the line between dream and reality blurring. Teeth graze my shoulder, Mina’s bite jolting me back to awareness, and I move, my body responding instinctively to her touch. The longest, most intense sex dream ever.
“Ziggy?” Her soft giggle cuts through the haze of passion, jolting me into a lucid state, my eyes flying open. I stare down at her in disbelief, startled to see her beneath me, her eyes gleaming with mischief and desire, the sight a revelation.
“Good morning, love,” I whisper, arching a brow as I try to reconcile the vivid, burning passion of our shared dream with this startling reality, my mind reeling.
She laughs softly, the sound a melodic tinkle in the quiet of the room, and rolls her hips beneath me. The motion sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. “Move, baby—I need you. I want you, Ziggy,” she murmurs. Her voice is a sultry purr that vibrates against my skin, igniting a fire in my blood. My mind stutters for a moment, struggling to process the shift from dream to waking. I reach down and lift her leg gently, draping her calf over my forearm, the position intimate and possessive. “Sneaky mate, attacking me in my sleep,” I purr, thrusting forward hard and then stopping, my body trembling with the effort. Her whine is music to my ears, a desperate plea that fuels my desire.
“Please, Ziggy...” she begs, her lips pressing a trail of scorching kisses along my jaw, each one a brand upon my skin. I roll my hips with a slow, deliberate rhythm, savoring each nuanced movement as her soft gasps mingle with the cool hush of the morning. Every brush of her body against mine, every whispered promise that falls from her lips, sets my senses ablaze. I can feel her core pulsing around me—a delicate flutter that keeps me poised on the edge of oblivion.
Mina’s lips drift along the column of my throat as I lift her leg higher, changing our angle with careful intensity. The new position allowing me to sink deeper into her welcoming heat. Within moments, we come undone together, our release crashing over us like a tidal wave, sweeping us away in its undertow. I bury my face in the tender crook of her neck, inhaling the musky perfume of her skin. Every touch blurs into a fevered need to bite her again, to mark her as mine. Thetemptation to claim her in every way intensifies, a primal urge that thrums through my veins. Yet I temper my hunger with soft, lingering kisses along the slope of her shoulder. I slow my movements so that each sensation can be savored.
With gentle tenderness, I roll to the side and pull her into my arms, our bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. “Sleep, baby,” I murmur, my voice low and resonant with love, a soothing balm to the frenzy of our passion. “Morning will come too soon before we know it.”
Her eyes, heavy with the weight of sleep yet bright with affection, meet mine as she whispers, “I love you, Ziggy.” The words are a balm to my soul, a promise that echoes through the chambers of my heart. She nestles closer, her head resting against my chest, seeking refuge in the safety of my arms.
“I love you too, Mina,” I reply, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the crown of her head, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair. As I close my eyes, the world outside seems to fade away, the troubles that plague us receding into the shadows.
The next morning,I awaken to find Mina gone, the sheets beside me cold and empty. A small note rests on my pillow. The paper is crisp beneath my fingers as I pick it up. It bears a hand-drawn heart with a smiley face right in the center, the ink slightly smudged. I smile as I read her words, her familiar handwriting a comforting sight, and exhale a soft, contented sigh. The scent of her lingers on the pillow.
A steady knock at my door snaps me from my reverie. The sound echoing in the quiet of the room. I quickly pull on my shorts. Thefabric is rough against my skin, and make my way to answer it, my bare feet padding softly on the cool floor.
Balor leans against the doorframe, his usual smirk playing on his lips, his eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. “Mina wants to get Abraxis into the hot springs. We need you to phase him in,” he announces, his tone low and measured, the words hanging heavily in the air between us.
“Okay,” I reply, my voice still rough with sleep. “Let me get changed, and I’ll be right there.” As I head back into my room. I hear footsteps trailing quietly behind me, the sound of Balor’s approach muffled by the plush carpet.
“So, Mina ended up in here?” he asks, arching a brow as he studies my face, his gaze piercing and knowing.
I meet his eyes, unflinching. “We both know you can smell her on me. What’s wrong?” My voice is cautious, the air thick with concern, a palpable tension settling over the room.
“She’s not acting like herself,” he murmurs, his words laced with worry, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“What do you mean?” I ask, recalling the events of last night—the heat of Mina’s touch, the urgency of her kisses. She had started everything, just as she always does between us—intense and unpredictable.
“She’s not fighting anymore. She just kisses until we take control. No more struggles for dominance,” he explains, his voice low and troubled. His words send a shiver down my spine, a cold, unsettling feeling. I freeze mid-step as I pull on my swim trunks, the fabric suddenly heavy in my hands.
“Do you think Abraxis nearly dying did it?” I ask, tilting my head as I search his eyes for answers.
“I think so. He’s not a threat now. But she’s realized he doesn’t have to be because she loves him,” Balor replies, exhaling slowly as he gazes at something on the rug, his expression distant and pensive.
“Let’s go help her get him into the hot springs. It’ll do him some good.” I give him a friendly slap on the shoulder, the contact brief but reassuring, and stride past him toward the main sitting area.
There, Vox and Klauth are supporting Abraxis as they move, their movements slow and careful. Now, for the first time, I get a good look at his wings, and the sight steals the breath from my lungs. The once-pristine leather is now marred by several rows of stitches and bandages. His left wing, in particular, is heavily wrapped, a haunting reminder of the battle he nearly lost.
“Can I help at all?” I ask, catching up to the group, my voice low and urgent. I notice Mina’s bottom lip quivering as she watches Abraxis, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. I guess it’s the first time she’s seen just how bad his injury really is, the full extent of the damage laid bare before her.
“I think having you phase him into the water would help,” Vox suggests, glancing over his shoulder at me, his expression grim. “Part of his therapy is in the water—taking the weight off him.”
“You need to go back to school, Mina,” Abraxis chides gently as we guide him into the chamber where the hot spring steams in the dim light. The air is heavy with the scent of minerals and damp stone.
