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Two very tender things that could spell disaster for him.
Weldir sighed. “Fine.”
It’s not like she’ll die permanently.
And he was excited to see her, as it’d been quite some time.
Or had it only been a few days? The time apart from each other was beginning to become intolerable, especially when they’d begun to spend much of it together.
I think... something is wrong with me.Was it normal to be this obsessed with his own mate, constantly captivated by her, and longing to be near her?Our intimacy is ruining my mind.He’d been spending too much time in his cave of memories. He also hadn’t added enough to it.
He looked down at the fifth of him he’d managed to gain, knowing he was about to lose it once more.
I’ve been hoping to fuck her properly at some point.Not just with his hands and tendrils, but with his cock. Like before, where she’d cling, moan, and scratch at him while he pounded into her. It was much easier to break his mate until she was a malleable puddle for him.I very much miss doing that.
So be it. A little longer I will have to wait, then.
Which was a fucking shame.
August 24th, 1933
Wiggling her fingers while crouched on a tree branch, Lindiwe leaned to the right and then left, following the progress of an anaconda on the forest floor as it prepared to strike an unsuspecting critter. The prey it was after was partially hidden behind the leaves of a tall shrub.
Just as the anaconda parted its segmented jaw slightly, Lindiwe lunged from above. Its big head thunked against the dirt and squirmed below her. Its long, lengthy body looped one way and then the other, while its tail flicked fallen leaves around with a loud rustle as it tried to get away.
Once she straddled it safely, a shadowy dagger formed in her right hand, and she lanced it vertically behind its skull. It squirmed for a little longer before contorting tightly, and then... went languid.
The instant she evaporated the blade, blood welled around the wound. She released her scent-masking spell, and the child clinging to her chest lunged.
Their jaguar fangs were sharp and strong as they bit into theback of the anaconda’s neck. Their white feline skull caught a small patch of sunlight peeking through the maze of twisting canopy above. It glistened across smooth bones before scarlet covered the young Duskwalker’s snout as they feasted.
Their newest child wasn’t even halfway done before their cute little legs began to fuse together. The further they ate down its tail, the more their legs became one until they grew their own.
Ha! I knew that would work.
Despite this child having a jaguar skull, she’d purposefully not fed them any more of the large forest cat native to Zazil, a country within South Unerica. She’d wanted to see if she could make them semi-serpent if she fed them a snake, and she was pleased she was correct.
That just leaves your horns,she thought, dusting her hands, then became incorporeal to ensure they didn’t turn on her.I feel a little bad that I’ll have to take the nearest city’s cattle.
Other than the rare wild deer that had survived the Demons, Zebu cows were easier to find, and the city had quite a few of them to help feed their people. Another breed of cattle was what she’d given to Valko, the maned-wolf-skulled Duskwalker.
Lindiwe winced at her mistake.Maybe I should have found Balam a smaller snake?They were quite large, and she was sure that’d mean they were heavy.
Balam pushed up with their little humanoid arms and sniffed at the air. Their head dipped a little, their neck unable to support it fully.
When they slowly wandered off with a sooky little hissing wail, Lindiwe turned corporeal for them. They immediately slithered over and climbed her legs with malleable claws, grabbing onto the bottom of her skirt.
She picked them up and then helped them curl their tail around her torso to teach them they could do it. When it registered, they held on tight and buried their snout into herbosom. They rubbed against her to cover themselves in her scent, like usual.
“Ugh. I was right. You’re heavy now,” she said with a groan.
It was unusual for her to have to cock her hip to hold them, but they had to be the size of a human one-year-old, despite only being about three months old. And that was only counting to halfway down their tapering tail.
“I wonder if I’ll still be able to fly with you.”
“Walking through that forest will be dangerous,”Weldir said, his rich voice distant as always when he spoke to her through their bond.
“Eh.” Lindiwe shrugged and then headed in the direction of the city – she hoped. “It may be teeming with Demons, but they hunt me at their own peril.”
