1. Beast


    Date: 8/11/2015, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: billybroadband, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    disturbed the night save that of our exertions. I stayed on him, pressing my advantage, until I felt his body begin to relax. “Do you yield, cur? Nod your assent or I will send you to hell and damn the laws of preservation!” He contemplated his situation for a heartbeat and then I felt him nod underneath my forearm. I let him go immediately and stood over him. He exhaled a rasping cough, and fought to take a breath. I turned and walked away from him. I had no interest in further conversation, nor did he. I didn't quite make it to her door before the world spun dizzy around me. I knelt to the ground to get my bearings and saw her looking at me with horror out of her window. I awoke to find her kneeling over me, applying a wet cloth to my wounds. The moonlight shimmered through her blonde hair, creating a halo effect around her face. Her eyes had a liquid sheen to them. “You are my ghost….you are Caliban.” she whispered, when she noticed that I was conscious. It was not a question, but an affirmation. “Your servant, Milady”, I croaked, attempting to lighten the concern creasing her brow with a crooked smile. I must have looked fearsome, and she recoiled at the sound of my voice. We studied each other for a time, with her continuing to dab at my wounds. My blood was on her hands, and had stained the sleeves of her night robe. “You speak,” she finally said. “I always thought you could. I remember the sound of your voice from my dreams. I heard screams….” “An intruder, and one ...
    who meant you great harm. You need not worry now.” I breathed a sigh of relief. For years I had mulled over how she would react to my appearance when I would inevitably reveal myself to her. I am quite evenly feline and human. I have opposable thumbs, and my sexual characteristics are those of a male of your species. However, my vertical pupils are quite unnerving to mortals. Mine are emerald green. And then there is my fur, and my claws. We are born with small vestigial tails, but it is our custom to remove these. They serve no useful purpose. She was searching my eyes, as if trying to make sense of the beast before her. I saw the fear slowly flow out of her and in its stead I saw concern. She rested one hand on my shoulder, gently stroking my fur. “I need to get compresses and apply pressure to these cuts,” she said. “Can you get up and come inside?” I rose and allowed her to lean into me, partially supporting me, and we shuffled through her door. She led me to her bed and helped me as I lowered myself gingerly down onto the mattress. For the next hour she tended to me. The wounds on my face and the gash on my throat required stitches to staunch the bleeding, and she used needle and thread on me while I remained motionless. Our eyes kept meeting, and each time I could not suppress a smile, which revealed my fangs, but she never shied away. She brought cups of warmed milk, and watched in fascination as my coarse tongue lapped at it. When I was finished, she tentatively reached ...
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