Page 17 of To Love A Monster
“I made a mistake, mother—what if I have lost her?”
“She loves you, my son, her heart is hurting as yours is, but yes, you made a dreadful mistake. You must do all that you can to heal what you broke.”
“She refuses to look at me and hardly speaks. When I reach for her, she recoils from my touch as if I am a monster.” She had every right to be angry with me, and I knew I had to fix her heart and hope she forgave me.
“I love you, Daegon but have always had a sharp tongue and a temper to match. Those two things served you well when you were a warrior, but now as Chief and a mated orc, you cannot speak so horribly. I am shocked that Aylin did not strike you for what you said. You must use this journey to earn her forgiveness, my son, for you will not find a more suitable mate.” My mother was right. I had to fix the heart I had broken, for I knew that If I lost Aylin, my heart and soul would die with her.
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Our journey started before dawn the next day, my eyes and body heavy as I had refused to sleep. It broke my heart that Aylin wanted to ride alone and not by my side, but I knew her hesitation was my wrongdoing. I rode close behind her, giving her space as my mind raced with what to say. Never had I been at a loss for words, but each time I caught a glimpse of the sadness filling her face, it broke my heart. I desperately wanted to take her in my arms and assure her that even without a child, I would always love her.
I had allowed my fear and selfish pride to fill my head with horrible lies that festered like maggots. Those maggots came spilling out yesterday when I had confessed them to Kaig. “How far would you like to travel today?” The question was simple but waiting for her to speak caused great fear. I desperately wanted to take her into my arms and show her how much I loved her, but she refused even the simplest of touches from me.
“As far as we can.” Her words were simple but void of her usual kindness, tears welling in my eyes as I feared I had lost a small part of her. Begging her for forgiveness was in vain, for I knew she deserved more than words. I had to show you just how much I loved her.
“Are you hungry?” She did not speak but gently tapped her horse and trotted further away, the cool air stringing my cheeks as I allowed my tears to flow. I was not ashamed to let myself cry for my mate. I felt ashamed that I had broken her heart, a heart that I promised to cherish.
We rode until the sun was almost set, Aylin sitting by the fire as I set up our small leather tent that would block out the night wind, ensuring she would be warm. She hadn’t spoken a word or allowed me to see her face as her hood was pulled far over her head. When I rode too close, I could hear her soft whimpers, my hands aching to comfort her, but I feared her rejection.
“You need to eat, my love,” I said as I noticed the dried meat was still sitting beside her, my eyes going wide as she took the meat and angrily tossed it at me, her hood falling, revealing her tear-stained face.
“Leave me be, Daegon. I know you are trying, but your words cut me deeper than any blade could. I knew you had a wicked tongue, but I never thought you would slice me with your words.”
“I spoke out of foolish anger, my love! I do not feel my heart made a mistake; I do not ever want to lose you. I spoke those words out of fear that it was my wrongdoing! I do not care if your womb carries my child—I will spend the rest of my days showing you how sorry I am for my selfishness and cruel words. I love you, Aylin.” I grabbed my sword and daggers and went to find something more suitable for Aylin to eat, my face stern as I tried not to shed a tear. I had no right to shed a tear, for it was not my heart that had been shattered.
AYLIN
I shivered as I pulled my cloak tighter around me, my stubbornness keeping me away from Daegon, who usually kept me warm. My anger had subsided, but my sorrow remained. I knew in my heart that he loved me, and his words had been spoken in frustration, but I still needed to know if my father had cursed me. Daerla had told me that the Elves were cunning with dark magic, and one would never know if they had been afflicted.
I sat up and saw Daegon sitting by the fire, his arms resting on his knees, and his face was sullen and full of worry. I did not want my stubbornness to keep me from him, and I knew his words were truthful. I could always sense how others felt, and I could feel the sorrow in his heart. He regretted his words, and I knew in his heart that he truly loved me. My body ached as I got up from the furs and stepped out of the small tent, his eyes meeting mine as I slowly approached him.
"May I?" I asked as I pointed to his lap, Daegon smiling as he moved his arms, his warmth comforting as I sat into his lap and cuddled against him. He wrapped his arms around me, my face nuzzling into his chest as I felt his body relax. Daerla was right. Holding a grudge was dangerous, and the last thing I wanted was for our bond to be tainted.
"I forgive you. I know this cannot be easy, and you are not a perfect orc. As I am not a perfect human. Your words hurt me, but I can see you did not mean it in your eyes. I love you, my gentle orc, and I—" Daegon kissed me passionately before I could continue, his hands undoing my cloak and tossing it aside, leaving me in my simple gown and corset.
"What of the cold air?" I shivered as my lips felt swollen from our kiss, my cunt aching as I was craving his touch. I was craving his touch and the sweet sounds he made during sex. Daegon loved to whisper into my ear and leave big red marks on my neck and chest, a mark to be worn proudly in the Ironshield clan.
"I will keep you warm." His words alone caused a shiver to go up my spine as he stood and carried me back to the small tent, his hands fumbling on the laces of my corset as mine fumbled with his loincloth. At that moment, Ravette's words came back to me, words that at first had made me blush.
"When you find it in your heart to forgive the chief, and he begins to climb on top of you, do not let him. Instead, take control and straddle his cock. Make him submit to you. Make him roar in pleasure and let others know he has earned your forgiveness. Make him think twice before he ever hurts you again."
"Lay down," I whispered as I gently pushed on his shoulder, Daegon smirking as he obeyed, his cock springing free as I took his loincloth and tossed it aside. "I want to be on top, my gentle orc. I want to see your face as I ride your cock." His lips parted as my words and the confidence I carried shocked him, but it made him twitch as a single drop of his arousal shined on his tip.
"I've never let a maiden take me like this." His words were low, and his eyes watched as I removed my gown and tossed them aside, the cold air hitting my breasts and causing them to harden. Daegon groaned as I straddled him, his cock slipping perfectly inside me as his hands rested on my back. "Your cunt is so warm, so tight for me." He growled and bared his teeth as I raked my nails down his chest, leaving deep red marks.
A soft moan slipped past my lips as I rocked my hips back and forth, my hands resting on his sizeable broad chest as my legs began to tremble. "I love seeing you like this—my cock sheathed inside you as your face is contorted in pleasure." He whispered as he bent his knees and thrust his hips upwards, a loud cry filling the night air as I instantly came undone.
I took his hands from my waist and placed them on my breasts, each filling his hand as he groaned with delight. "I missed your touch, missed how you groaned as I milk your cock. I missed you, Daegon."
"I missed you. I love you, Aylin." Daegon sat up and kissed me fiercely, his hand cupping my face as his other moved my hips in rhythm with his. He broke the kiss and trailed his lips across my chin and down my neck, a gasp escaping me as Daegon placed his hands under my bottom and stood up effortlessly.
I cried out from the pleasure of his throbbing cock as I hid my face in the crook of his neck, the cool air blowing across my naked body as I clung tight to his neck with my arms.
"Do not hold back, my love. Let those who can hear and feel envious of our mating." He growled as I cried out to the stars, our cries blowing away in the wind. Daegon gently bit down on my shoulder as he spilled himself inside me, a part of me hoping that soon I would carry his child, but I knew that hope was in vain. My father cursed my womb and the only magic that would fight it—was his own.
"I love how you tremble after I spill my seed in you. You take my cock so perfectly," He whispered as my toes hit the soft grass, my body shivering as Daegon laid down on the furs, pulling me with him. He pulled me close to his warm body, my back to his chest, as I allowed myself to feel the true happiness of the moment.
