Page 37 of To Free a Soul
“Yes. I spend much of my time like this,” Weldir admitted, turning his sight on one of their newer offspring.
This one also had a wolf skull. Wolves had been a formidable foe against the Demons, their numbers still large due to how they hunted and defended in packs.
Freki had pronghorn antlers and had a name from the same origins as Fenrir. Perhaps that was why the name being taken from Lindiwe bothered her so much.
Their stomach was gaunt, giving their body a sickly, starved appearance, and all their bones still protruded. They had yet to find their gender, since they hadn’t stumbled upon any humans thus far.
“I find it... relaxing,” Weldir continued, letting his sight roam. The edge of each viewing disc glittered with black sand and smoke, giving them all a mystical and enchanted aura. “I’m a part of your lives, even if it’s only distantly. I often complete my tasks while watching you all. I witness, as that is all I can do.”
“I didn’t realise you cared so much.”
Weldir’s mist pulled in tight, only to release. He turned his face to her and found her watching Ari hunting low through the stalks of tall grass. On all fours, he slowly approached a group of Demons who were seated around a small campfire, each one more humanoid than average. These had eaten many humans – or Elves – in their time.
“I care quite deeply, Lindiwe.”
How can she not know this?He’d never hidden his fondness for his offspring.Perhaps it’s because she’s never seen it.
When she craned her neck up at the view of Odie, Weldir’s gaze drifted down the column of her throat, over her collarbones, and then down to her chest.
I could show her how much I care.
He had the nagging desire to reach out and brush along her jaw to see how she’d react. To caress lower until he skimmed his claws down the exposed part of her chest, and maybe even deep inside the neckline of her dress. He wondered if he’d steal a surprised gasp, if her skin would cascade in goosebumps, or if she’d give him a heated gaze – such a rare, although beautiful, thing.
There was something about Lindiwe that was mesmerising to his mind. What had started out as curious fascination had moulded into something else entirely, and he couldn’t quite place what.
All he knew was that he found her alluring in all ways.
Her eyes, sparkling with so much life and personality, were akin to a tiger’s-eye gemstone, the brown flecked with amber like molten crystal. They were no longer just brown to him; they were more than that – deeper, more vibrant.
Her dark lashes fanned around them, long, lush, and offering so many expressions he struggled to fathom. Her brows were arched sharply, giving her youthful face a maturity to it that he’d come to appreciate.
Her skin was soft beneath his touch, always yielding, and had little black spots dotting it here and there. One on the back of her shoulder, another on the inside of her knee, and many more. Beauty marks, he believed the humans called them, and he’d counted all seven of them and knew where they were by memory.
Although he found her deep, rich-brown skin was best highlighted in his shadows, for selfish and greedy reasons, there was something spellbinding about the way the sun shone over her. It made her glow, just as the moon washed her in pale silver light that revealed all the best parts of her – like her curved nose, her high cheekbones, and cute little round ears.
Her lips were full, two-toned, and so pliable they dipped under any kind of pressure.
Then there was her body...
What had initially disinterested Weldir, simply becausenothinghad truly interested him, had since ensnared his full attention on many occasions. The more he touched her, made her quiver and tremble, the more he wished to completely enfold her in the mist of his body.
Her breasts were modest, drooping like pretty teardrops, and were sensitive. Holding one brought him enjoyment because they were so soft they yielded in his grasp, whether that be his hand or his tendrils. Her nipples, dusted darker, could easily make her breasts jiggle in reaction if touched just right.
He never thought he’d find a waist attractive, but there was something about seeing his hands holding hers that made him want to brush over her side more.
Shapely legs held up a squishy and round arse, and putting them into any position he desired had become a game for him. The more relaxed she was, the lustier she became, and the further he could manipulate her limbs until their muscles were taut.
Her body, her face, her gaze, and curly hair weren’t just beautiful; they were striking in ways that Weldir still struggled to comprehend.
But there was more that lurked beneath the surface. Things the eye could not see.
Yes, her soul was spellbinding, but so was her voice when it was gentle and welcoming. She held herself with grace, with resilience and determination, but he rather liked it when she submitted to him. When she gave over her trust in the most intimate of moments, Weldir knew she could permanently enchant him if she tried.
I want to reach out to her.To see if he could spark something more in her.She has never stayed this long in my realm.
Not once had she deigned to share his space for days, filling his realm with her voice, her presence, and even the echoes of her beating heart and lulling breaths.
He wanted it to mean more, that he was finally gaining something with her, but knew that was a false hope on his end.
