1. Beast


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

    one hand behind my ear and gently scratched it. I lowered my head and felt at her fingertips’ caress. “My poor beast,” she murmured. I closed my eyes and purred as she stroked me. She cooed softly under her breath and I allowed sleep to take me. Sleep, and dreams. # # # My convalescence did not take long. Though my wounds were fearsome looking, they were not deep, and my kind heals quickly. At my request she made chicken and broth for me. Over the next week, she asked endless questions regarding me and my kind. Her eyes were wide with wonder as I told her of the history of the old world, its various creatures and kinds, and its magicks. After a fortnight passed, she crept into bed with me after I had fallen into a deep sleep. I woke to find her small hand on the center of my chest, her head tucked into my shoulder. Her touch was comforting, and I watched her as she slept. In the morning, a chorus of birdsong woke her and she jumped slightly upon opening her eyes to find me watching her. I told her the decision that I had reached while she slept. I had to leave her, and leave her for good. During the course of our talks, she had never inquired of the reason that I had to defend her from another of my kind, or why I had been a steadfast presence in her life since her early years. I knew she was curious, but I suspected she already knew the answer; that she was possibly one of the marked, and that my intentions were not pure. She listened to me describe my leaving with eyes ...
    downcast. My words felt heavy and fell to the ground like leaden statues of tiny birds. Suddenly I was unsure of myself and everything about myself. I had a mission, an undeniable task, to accomplish, and I was now going to turn my back to it. Little was said between us for the rest of that day. As evening approached I told her I needed to walk about to gauge my recovery from the wounds. She merely nodded. The moon was full and light clouds scudded across the surface of it. I thought of where I would go when I left. I donned my old cloak and gathered my meager belongings and returned to say farewell to Elizabeth. She was wearing a sheer black negligee when I walked into her house. Underneath, her full breasts rose and fell, her nipples pointing slightly upward. Her eyes had a shine and the corners of her lips were upturned in greeting. She would soon be rid of me, rid of my nagging presence, I thought. She should be pleased. She walked over to the bed and lay down, patting the space beside her. “Come and rest tonight, Caliban. I’d have one more night with my guardian ghost….” The fur on the nape of my neck rose, as it does when I sense danger or a trap. I looked at the sway of her fulsome breasts and ignored my sense of dread. Truth be told, I felt my pulse quicken in anticipation. When I lowered myself beside her, she took my arm and hugged herself tight against it. I felt her breasts press against me and looked into her face, upturned to mine. Her azure eyes had a quality to ...
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