Page 110 of To Free a Soul
Her shoulders eased, and she laughed in return.
“But you have done as I asked.” His fingers disappeared, and his head came forward so she could see that over two-thirds of his face was visible. “It will be easier if I just use a tendril. I should be able to maintain that.”
To demonstrate, he pumped it just once, and she spread her thighs for it. His face disappeared, and she tried to see where it went.
Her whole body cascaded with prickling goosebumps when it made its location known, behind her ear.
“But I won’t be giving you my essence this time, owlet. The only result from this will be pleasure.” His tendril started to move, slower but harder, deeper, and she perceived every undulating inch within her. “And if I catch you again fucking this cute hole of yours, know that you risk coming to my realm. No matter where you are, or what you have planned, I will bring you here, and I will do as I please with you.”
Lindiwe’s heart fluttered as the weight of his threat hung over her. It’d be like the most perverse game of hide-and-seek, except she’d be hiding that she was touching her pussy without him, and he’d be waiting to catch her at it.
That only taunted her.
She’d probably end up doing it more.
Lindiwe would also be a poor player, no doubt wanting to be caught, but still competitive enough to try and evade him. But no matter whether she won or lost, both would result in an orgasm.
Which was a wonderful conundrum.
A time unknown, but an unexpected meeting
Staring out over the horizon of Tenebris, Weldir was satisfied with the state of his realm.
It had taken numerous years with his low, easily diminished mana stores, but it was finally as glorious as it had once been.This took too long. What year did Lindiwe say it is? Nineteen-seventeen?That meant it’d been eighteen years since he’d woken.
The process had taken longer due to the number of newly consumed souls without homes, all of whom had just been floating around in an unconscious state. New towns, new structures, and new terrain had been formed, which delayed this tranquil view.
His mist’s reach on Earth was nowhere near what it had once been. He’d barely made a dent in it, in that regard.
Sitting on the flat area right outside his cave of memories, he could just see the edge of a small lake.Nathair is doing well, despite his changes.Weldir had released the spell on him a few years ago, uncomfortable with the idea of having his offspring ina prolonged sleep state.
He’d also missed the serpent Mavka’s antics, his humour, and good-natured fun. But it hadn’t been a pleasant greeting.
I originally put him to sleep so he couldn’t consume more souls and weaken me when I was already feeble, but...Weldir sighed as he pulled his gaze away from the sobering direction to look at the curved horizon.I didn’t know his mind had been corrupted.
Human memories plagued and tortured him.It was too long.Nathair had been living with those human soul fragments for too many years, and they’d shattered bit by bit, leaving behind pieces he just could not remove, no matter how he tried.
Had I stopped him... had I healed him before they burrowed so deeply, I could have extracted them all.Weldir’s absence had done far more damage than he’d realised, and both his mate and offspring had borne the burden of that.
There was little he could do to change the past. He just tried to help his offspring adjust and deal with the intense slips of lucidity. Currently, Weldir knew he lay awake but dazed, his body contorted, as his orbs shifted colour depending on the context of the fragment that had yanked him under.
I’d hoped to converse with him now, since his humanity has increased exponentially.But Nathair had lost his voice, and when Weldir looked at the shards of glitter, they were the worst around his skull, throat, and chest. All locations that were close to that big maw of his.
Hopefully this is only temporary.If not, they’d have to figure out a new way to communicate.Humans have sign languages that vary from culture and country.
Just as he mused on how and where to start, a voice called out to him. One that was familiar but had never uttered his name.
A flick of his mind brought up a scrying disc, although limited in its view from outside a ward of magic, and a bear-skulledMavka stood within it. His strong, meaty arms were folded across his muscular chest, and he tapped a semi-humanoid, pawed foot on the ground. His red orbs were crimson, and a little darker than their normal hue.
Merikh had the hide to look disgruntled whenhecalled out to Weldir.
He stood inside his red protection ward, wearing a set of black knee-high breeches. A simple, sleeveless brown garment covered his chest and was tied in a way to avoid his back quills.
With another flick of his mind, another disc formed of his mate. Crouched within a river, she was searching for nuggets of gold again, so he could reshape them into the coins she wanted for use as money. It was a rather ingenious idea of hers, and one she’d discovered over a century ago.
She had a funny aversion to stealing from humans.
“Lindiwe,” Weldir called.
