Page 6 of To Love A Monster
"Yes, my sweet." My hand cupped her face as our hands continued to stroke my cock, my seed spilling on the ground as I turned to avoid spilling on her. I watched her eyes grow wide from the shock of seeing my hot seed pour onto the ground. "Forgive me; I became lost in my lust.
"Do not worry, my gentle orc; it does not bother me. I retied my loincloth and stepped towards Aylin, our eyes locked as I gently placed my hands on her waist and lifted her from the ground. Her arms went around my neck as I guided her legs around my waist.
"May I kiss you again?" Her lovely smile reassured me as I placed a small kiss on her forehead and cheek, my mouth enveloping hers as I was careful not to let my tusks scrap her cheek. Aylin pulled her head from me as my tongue ran over her teeth, the confusion in her eyes making me chuckle, her innocence something that was refreshing to me.
Our mates didn't need to be virgins. The concept was something that humans thought of long ago. I wanted Aylin to feel comfortable when it came to being intimate, but in these small stolen moments, I could see how fearful she was about it.
"I do not know how to kiss like that." I watched as a blush washed over her cheek as I rested my body against the large boulder behind me. "Can you show me?"
"It would be an honor, my sweet. It is not hard; you open your mouth, and I open mine, and we let our tongues dance and taste each other." My cock grew hard again as Aylin slowly opened her mouth, my lustful yearning wishing to slowly guild my cock into her waiting mouth.
She gasped as I lifted her higher, our faces now an inch apart. I leaned in for another kiss, her lips parting perfectly as my tongue slipped into her mouth. Our kisses became hunger filled and passionate, my teeth capturing her bottom lip as she yelped and pulled away. Had I just made a mistake? Was she not ready for such affection?
"Did I hurt you?"
"No. I found it pleasurable. Please, kiss me again, Daegon" My hand rested behind her head as I kissed her once again, our moans and sighs filling the night air as I was never so thankful to have finally found my one true love.
A LOVE RENEWED
AYLIN
“Are you all right, Mother?” My words seemed to fall on deaf ears as we entered the Kingdom of Paeris. The King’s palace was hidden inside the walls of the great Ice Mountain of Oryndaas, a mountain so high it blocked out the sun and turned the air cold and bitter.
“This is not going to end well; we should never have come. Your father will not allow Daegon to take you as his.” I grabbed my mother’s hand and squeezed it, bringing her attention off the mountain.
“Mother, why would you say such a thing? You have said from your own words that father can be reasoned with.” My words did not ease her as I could feel her fear rushing over me, causing my stomach to churn. I turned away from my mother and hugged my body, fearing that this journey had been in vain.
“My beloved, are you all right?” Daegon asked as he rushed from the cooking of our breakfast, the expression on my face troubling him. His large hands cupped my face as I smiled to reassure him. My worries eased, if only slightly, as he placed a kiss on my hair before returning to the fire. It was strange how he doted on me since I wanted to dote on him and show you how much I was falling in love. I wanted to be more intimate, but whenever I pictured his cock, my heart would race and grow dizzy with panic.
“You need not worry, my dear heart; I can see that Daegon is smitten with you as you are with him. Do not think I did not notice you two sneaking away in the dead of night.” I blushed and hid my smile behind my hand, remembering his kiss making my face feel hot again.
“My virtue is intact if you were worried.”
“I am not, and I was never worried about you falling in love, my dear. I feared your father taking you from me and forcing you to live in his Kingdom. The world of the elves is far different, my child. He would not take kindly to your emotions.” Her words confused me, for how did my mother love him if he was cold and cruel? I could never see my heart loving someone who could be so cruel.
“If he was so cruel, why did you love him so? Why does being from him feel like your soul is being crushed?”
“When I met your father, he was not the man he became. He was sweet and gentle, much like your Daegon. When his father forbade us to marry and demanded my exile from his side, he was never the same. The last time I saw him was after you were born. I awoke in the middle of the night to him holding you in his arms, an angered look on his face as tears streamed down his cheeks. He begged me to let him take you, to come with him as if his father would accept our union now that you were born. I allowed him to sleep after his long journey, but before dawn, I fled and brought you to the only home you knew. I betrayed him, and I know he is still angry with me for hiding you from him, but I feared that if he took you, I would never see you again.” My mother’s confession left my mouth dry and filled my thoughts with worry. If my father was angry with my mother, what would stop him from taking me and hiding me away from her and Daegon?
My thoughts were startled as Daegon stood and took his dagger from its sheath; his teeth bared as he moved his body between us. I looked up and saw the King’s Guards approaching us on horseback, dressed in gorgeous black armor with blue trim matching the mountain’s dark blue. Two held flags adorned with their sigil, an ancient symbol of the Elven kingdom.
“It is the King’s guard. Our presence has been noticed.” My mother whispered as she held tight to my hand, my heart racing as Daegon motioned for us to stand back.
“Lower your sword Chief Daegon of the Ironshield clan. We do not approach with malice or ill will. King Paeris was alerted to your presence before the sun rose and ordered us to bring you to him. He gifts you, Lady Valaris, and Lady Aylin with these cloaks, for the air in our Kingdom is much cooler than the air surrounding us.” A tall Elf with hair as black as night and eyes bluer than the whispering sea stated as he handed my mother and me two dark blue cloaks made of the softest silks.
“Lady Valaris, the King, has requested a private council with you and that I bring you to him immediately.” I grabbed onto my mother’s arm as she smiled and tapped my hands with hers, my brow furrowing as I noticed the color of her hair was a deeper red, the gray almost disappearing. It was genuinely killing her to be away from my father, and I suspected he was feeling just as ill. What sort of bond did my mother and father have that caused them both to be sick when they were away? It seemed like a dangerous mating.
“I will go with them; you and Daegon will follow. Please do not fret, my child. The King would not harm us.” She said as she kissed the top of my head before removing her old, tattered cloak and slipping the new one over her shoulders. Then, watching her ride away in the distance, my heart filled with worry, my thoughts filling with curiosity as I hoped my father would accept my union with Daegon.
VALARIS
The Kingdom was just as I had remembered it all those years ago, the air still cold as my breath showed heavily with each step I took. The walls of ice and rock still held the carvings of their ancient history, but the faces of the High court of Elves were far different. I kept my head down and my hands clasped in front of me as we walked over a beautifully smooth floor made from a mixture of ice and obsidian, the ancient runes delicately carved into the surface.
Elves of Oryndaas believed practiced dark and unforgiving magic. Magic was taught to them by the ancient druids of the past. The druids had long since died off, but the remnants of their teachings still linger in this world.
My heart raced in my chest as we came to the large doors of Paeris’s chambers, his sweet memories flooding back despite my efforts to forget them. I couldn’t deny that he still had my heart, but I feared I no longer had his after many years. As the door was pushed open, I removed the hood of my cloak, the smell of herbs and spices filling my nose as the air felt warmer. His chambers were just as lovely as his palace, with high ice and rock walls and long tapestries that told the tale of his family’s history.
“I remember that you preferred a fire to the cold.” His voice awakened a long-dead fire in my soul as I pushed through the long silk curtains that covered his door. My eyes welled with tears when I saw him standing by the fire. His long black hair sat straight and perfectly along his back, and his beautifully smooth features were still as I remembered. He was beautiful in every way, with his sleek high cheekbones and lips that held a perfect cupid’s bow.
