Page 31 of Wicked Magik
What was he doing? He hasn’t been at my side, hasn’t come down here to speak with me. Had I pushed him too far?
This wasn’t like Oryx at all, he was like a puppy, always demanding attention and now he ignores me.
I slammed my fist on the table.
It was what I wanted. I needed peace to finish this project, but it had become unbearable not seeing him more than just mealtimes. It isn’t like we technically could share a meal anyway, he was drinking blood, animal’s blood that he captured on his own.
Yet, he wasn’t really drinking though. It was more like slurping.
Those humans filled his stomach, I reminded myself.
I pushed myself away from my desk and headed up the winding stairs. Now that Benedict was here, he had made himself useful and was dusting for cobwebs, making the place… livable.
Oryx repeatedly asked if he could do the same, but I assured him it was irrelevant, and it still is. However, changing old habits is difficult, particularly for Benedict. He managed this house with strict control, and I was convinced I would either need to hire new staff or invite back some of the former employees if they were willing to return to the land of the living.
Benedict was eager for this job. He was utterly bored with whatever they do in the Under Shadows. Either they're bound by secrecy about what's beyond, or they simply forget. I wasn't keen on discovering that soon; I just wanted to hold on to what I had.
As I ascended to the main floor, I was greeted by a scene of immaculate elegance. The plush red carpets stretched out like a regal tapestry beneath my feet, while the deep red and black drapes cascaded over the windows, allowing only a faint whisper of light to filter through. The black marble tiles gleamed beneath me, their polished surface reflecting the subtle glow and casting an almost ethereal aura around the room. It was so impeccably maintained that I had almost forgotten its presence until now, a testament to the meticulous care taken to preserve its grandeur.
Benedict was rage cleaning it appeared, or he found purpose, one of the two.
With the mansion being in such a disarray I am surprised he didn’t have an aneurysm and have to find a new brain for him.
As I ascended the stairs, I dragged my hand across my face. The railings were spotless, the black iron smooth and polished under my touch. Perhaps this was beneficial, evoking memories—happy ones—of how things once were.
I walked briskly to Oryx's room, the bright full moon illuminating the hallway. I gestured to lift the sound-blocking ward from his room, despite my promise not to do so unless I was concerned about him…right now, I am. He hasn't wanted to be by my side for days. After dealing with humans and slaughtering those creatures, his inner turmoil might have resurfaced, forcing him to regain control all over again.
I balled my hand into fists.
Why did I not think of that before? I should have been more…
A low moan emanated from the other side of the door, followed by a deep, guttural grunt. My ears perked up, sensitive to the unsettling sounds, and I edged closer to the door, curiosity piquing my every step. The unmistakable sound of slurping was interspersed with more groaning, and then a heavy thump reverberated through the silence, each noise painting a vivid picture of the unknown scene unfolding just beyond the barrier.
My eyes widened.
“Mm, tastes good,” Oryx whined and I heard more slurping. “Feels good.”
I leaned my forehead against the door and smiled. So that's what he's been up to. He's discovered his penis. Well, good for him, I suppose; it was unexpected to learn about it like this. I had thought he would come to me to find out.
You push him away, why would he ask?
Why would he taste his own cum too though?
I clenched my teeth and shook my head in frustration. The front of my trousers tightened, becoming increasingly uncomfortable against my skin. The air was filled with more moaning, a higher-pitched sound that seemed to echo aroundme, yet I paid it no mind. My focus was solely on him, indulging in the pleasure with the very gift I had given him. It was something I had specially chosen for him to match what he was.
I squeezed my cock through the material already leaking with pre-cum. What in the Shadows was wrong with me? Why would I become like this, while he was like this? He doesn’t even remember—
“Ahh, yes, squeeze,” he growled. “More.”
I groaned in frustration. "Damn it, just stop," I whispered to myself, trying to pull my hand away, yet I couldn't bring myself to do it. He wasn't the same person he used to be, and using his voice like this, thinking of him in this way, left me torn between desire and regret…
Oryx snarled with a primal intensity, and I thrust my hand into my pants with a desperate urgency. My cock throbbed, a relentless pulse of need, as I furiously circled my thumb around its swollen, furious head. When was the last time I surrendered to such raw desire? The last time I allowed myself to explode in a frenzy of wild, unrestrained ecstasy?
Years.
I rubbed my hand up and down my shaft, angrily, trying to reach my peak. That was when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and I cursed. I pulled my hand away and put the ward back on Orxy’s room to hide his sounds as Benedict comes trotting up to me with blankets in hand.
“Is Oryx inside? I’ve brought more bedding he requested.”
