CONTENT ADVISORY / TRIGGER WARNING
THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS DEPICTIONS/STRONG IMPLICATIONS OF THE FOLLOWING THAT SOME READERS MAY FIND OFFENSIVE OR DISTURBING:
~ HARASSMENT
~ CONTENT SEXUAL IN NATURE
~ PROFANITY
~ VIOLENCE
Anger and fear reflected in her expression as she chewed on her lower lip. She glanced over his shoulder, and he followed her vision towards her blade that was now strapped to her horse's saddle. He chuckled, his arms wrapping around her and his fingers digging into the tree bark. She had nowhere to flee to and it thrilled him, he wondered just how far he could push the limits to his curse.
His body weight pinned her against the tree as he freed one hand and lifted her chin so she was forced to look up at him. "So you say my behavior is strange?"
She narrowed her eyes at him. "No, I was wrong. Your behavior is still as vile as ever, you're cruel and sadistic."
"You're right." His smile widened as he pressed his nose against the side of her neck, inhaling her scent and enjoying the shiver that vibrated through her. Her hands were against his chest, now attempting to push him backwards but he didn't budge. She growled in frustration, but froze when she heard Eskil's soft moan. Her head snapped back up as she looked at him. Eskil's eyes were closed, his brow furrowed, and his lips were parted ever so slightly. She tried pulling away from him again, pushing against his body and wiggling to try and free herself. Eskil moaned again, his hand left her chin and his claws dug into the tree.
"Stop moving!" he hissed.
"Then let me free you damned beast!" She squirmed again and Eskil gasped, the sound unfamiliar to them both.
"Stop moving!" he snapped again and she froze. He was exhaling slowly, his nostrils flaring with each breath. He told her to stay still, and the tension she felt from him told her to obey. She wanted to refuse and just get away from the situation, but in the pit of her stomach, she felt she was safer to remain still. She thought that only for a moment.
Eskil's eyes shot open and found hers. His expression was serious as he leaned down and rested his head on her shoulder. His back arched and his hips thrust forward as he ground his hips against hers. Another beast-like moan escaped his lips.
"Curses, slayer," he purred. "What have you done to me?"
He felt better then he should ever feel pressed up against her, and his body was on fire as he recognized the same intense pleasure he had felt on the cold stone floor of the temple. This mortal body of his was more cursed than he had originally thought. He was defenseless to mortals, he could not fight them or take their lives. He could not spill their blood or hear their cries of agony as he scorched their homes and their flesh.
She had taken his strength, his power, and his wings. She had cursed him to a mortal form and neither knew how to reverse the spell. The only way he could reach the Divines to corner and question them about these actions, was if he were to fly to the heavens and corner them himself. He was trapped and this mortal body betrayed him. Here he was, his being telling him to end her life, but his desire telling him to do the opposite. The desire he felt for her was unnatural and unnerving. Cursed she-elf, this cursed spell of yours. I want to kill you. I want to watch you take your last breath while you choke on your own blood; I should not want to fuck you. I want to dominate you. I want your body, brave elf slayer. Mine. Mine.
"Mine!"
The growl that emitted with his words rumbled from deep in his throat, and the power that he would typically feel in his true form came with it, shaking the ground beneath their feet.
Libelle flinched when his rumbling voice turned into a throaty groan, and as his firm body pressed against hers further, she felt his hard member bulging beneath the wool of his pants. He slowly rubbed himself against her hips, relishing the sensations it brought him. She needed out of this position and she needed to move. Now. Her hair was standing on end and her nerves were telling her she needed to flee.
Eskil's eyes locked with hers again, the gold color smoldering like lava as his expression turned fierce. He released the tree bark, leaving behind deep gouges where his claws had been digging into the ashy colored wood. One hand slid behind her neck, tangling into her flaxen hair and pulling her head back to expose the nape of her neck. His hot breath teased her skin as he flicked his tongue against her throat. His other hand twisted the fabric of her damp shirt, yanking the material upwards as his fingers traced over her trembling stomach.
She gritted her teeth, squeezed her eyes shut and fought for the strength to find her words. "Eskil, stop. Right now, you beast!"
He didn't respond, but instead, his fingers trailed further up her shirt. His teeth grazed her neck as his grip in her hair tightened and pulled on her scalp.
"Mine," he repeated breathlessly. "Slayer, mine."
Libelle felt a shudder of fear rush through her, the feeling more foreign than she was comfortable with. This fear was not something she was familiar with; it did not feel deeply rooted to her core. She did not feel like her life was in danger, and it did not feel as if Eskil would hurt her, yet she was terrified. His hold around her loosened as he moved against her, another beast-like growl passing his lips and sending another tremor through the ground.
She twisted her hand into a fist, fighting to raise her arm as she twisted herself out of his grasp. Her fist collided hard against his cheekbone, his wide eyes surprised as his head snapped to the side. She raised her knee into his groin, then crashed her elbow into his back as he crumpled forward with a pain-filled grunt. He collapsed onto his hands and knees, reflexively reaching to cup his groin as intense pain caused beads of sweat to form on his brow. He raised his head to look up at Libelle, only to see her angry expression and her booted foot flying towards his face. She struck him across his head and everything went dark.