Page 10 of The Zagorath
A vibration tripped through her like drops of water falling onto a metal sheet, growing and expanding until suddenly her entire body seized and bore down tightly in a deep pulsing, clenching rhythm as her climax slammed into her like tsunami breaking on a beach. Liv shrieked, arching against him and the hold of the vines, creating an artificial rocking sensation of bodies entwining madly together. The monster stiffened against her and roared, his hips jerking and spasming in a quick thumping tempo as his seed boiled out of him in long streams of release that filled her. And still he continued to release, the rounded head of his cock wedged firmly in place against the mouth of her womb.
He filled her, retreated, and filled her again, his cock and tail rocking in out of her and she shrieked through the waves of bliss that kept crashing until he grunted and pressed even deeper before delivering his final, potent load. The pleasure of it hitting was so intense that her consciousness unraveled to nothingnessof true ecstasy that twisted and twined as it rolled on and on through in an eternity through her mind and soul.
Some part of him was now lodged within her. She was aware of that even distantly as she drifted through the void, energetically vibrating and pulsing in a way that seemed far more than the woman she was before.
As she drifted into unconsciousness, she was aware of only one thing: she had been consumed and reborn. Not only that but that she had walked over a precipice and even the world had remade itself, in a fashion, all around them.
Chapter
Ten
Dahtao’s head rested against her chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his female’s heart as the endless fog of list slowly retreated from his mind. There were many times that he believed he lacked such an organ. He was not like any other living creature, and many times he doubted that he was alive at all but holding her made him feel real again. When had he first begun to sleep through the passage of countless years? He could not recall. It was long, long ago, that much he was certain of just from observing how much humans had changed and what they had accomplished.
Other than her heartbeat, however, there was merciless silence that made him close his eyes gratefully in silent thanks to whatever merciful gods who might still harbor tender feelings toward a creature such as him. There were no demands, no ravenous hunger filling his waking mind. The forest was silent for once—satiated in a way that he did not recall ever experiencing before. Instead of hunger, it felt fully and fertile, nearly bursting with life as it hummed over his senses.
He purred deeply as he settled against her. That was a song that he would relish hearing again instead of its frantic, angry screams.
“What are you?” his female whispered, her voice pitched strangely in his ear due to hearing the echo of it within her.
“The Zagorath,” he replied, his voice equally quiet. “Forests have a multitude of kings and spirits, vast courts that dwell within the sacred woods that extend through all the realms. But there is only one Zagorath—the blood guardian of the forest.”
“I didn’t realize our forest had such a thing,” she replied, and he shook his head.
“All forests are one forest in its most basic spirit with every tree connecting and speaking to each other. It is divided into territories each with its own host of spirits that dwell within it, but the forest itself is eternal and expands everywhere seen and unseen by humanity. There is one forest… there is one Zagorath.”
“That sounds lonely.”
Endlessly, painfully lonely. He did not speak it aloud, however. Those words were ones that had echoed through the deep recesses of his presumably dead heart even in the depths of his dreams where he sought to escape it.
“Yes,” he said instead.
He did not want to think about it. Thinking about it made him want to sleep and find escape from it. The last thing he wanted was to leave her.
“I am sorry about your friends,” he rumbled. “I did not enjoy what I had to do. I know I brought pain to that female with you when I chased her male into his demise.”
She snorted disdainfully, surprising him. “In his case I can say that you did her a favor. What a prick.”
His lips twitched despite himself. If the forest was a bloody mistress, it seemed that his female could nearly match her. Still, he nodded in his head in agreement.
“He left her.”
“Yep.”
He paused for a moment, his gaze skating to meet hers. “I would never abandon you. Even if the forest commanded it, it could not command me to harm or leave you.”
She studied him for a long moment, her brow furrowing slightly. “You can ignore it for me but not for them or any of the countless others you likely killed?”
He bowed his head. “I do not know why it is that you alone block out the madness of the forest’s blood song. You do not hear it. You do not know how impossible it is to ignore. It corrodes your mind until there is nothing but that song. Until you. There was you,” he rasped, silently begging her to understand.
She squinted at him and at last blew a long breath on a heavy sigh. “Do you have a name, Zagorath? Or is that what you wish me to call you?”
“Dahtao,” he replied. “I was born knowing this name and none other. No other being has heard it. Names are power. But I give it freely to you.”
“Wow,” she whispered, her eyebrows winging upward in surprise. “It is not the same for my name. It’s Olivia, but I prefer to be called Liv.”
“Liv.” He tested the feel of the name on his tongue and smiled with pleasure. It was short, somewhat aggressive in sound, and beautiful… just like her.
“This room is incredible, Dahtao,” she whispered after several minutes passed laying together, wrapped in each other’s arms. “It must have taken you a lot of time to build it.”
