ever went.” He kissed
her so lightly, just a soft little prolonged peck on her forehead, “I
promise.”
“Please don’t make me
regret this,” the small woman whimpered, already feeling so
tense. Yet he’d been freed, hadn’t he? And still his
sweetness, the warm feel of his lips remained. She found herself more
and more thinking of him in this form, forgetting the terrifying
visage that she first drew through the portal.
It was hard to remember that first
impression with how his beautiful male physique now held her so
tenderly. Even with her control broken – she assumed? –
he was delicate. Caring. Holding her against him, letting her rest
herself to his chest, laying between his legs as he stroked her dark
hair and kissed her peached skin.
“What is there to regret?”
he said softly. “You are on your way to being recognized by
your peers, and together… together you and I shall do great
things, sweet Firi. Great things indeed.” His warm lips skirted
hers, but came so tantalizingly close. “You performed
brilliantly today. Worthy of the woman who summoned me from across
the void.”
“Firi,” she whispered.
That’s what her dad called her. It was filled with such
familiarity and warmth, and she wanted that more than anything. She
needed his comfort.
“Varuj… Where will you
stay?”
“Beside you when I can,” he
said to her softly against her ear. Then his one hand went to her
chest, resting softly above her breast, over her beating heart. “Here
when the situation calls for it.” It was so strange, that
touch, so casual, yet intimate. So near to her breast, yet warm and
comforting over her beating heart.
It wasn’t necessarily sexual, and
yet it made her skin prickle with excitement and she had to look away
from him. Her pulse quickened beneath his touch and she prayed he
wouldn’t notice.
“Will you always exist like
this?”
“Will you always exist as you
are?” he replied in his usual enigmatic way. Though he relented
without her pursuing it further and murmured softly, “More or
less. I won’t change significantly again without a great deal
of effort.” He nuzzled against her ear. “Would that
please you best?”
It had been so nice to have him always
there, comforting her. Rooting for her.
She was surprised to realize just how
much it had meant to her, though, as she nodded. She liked him like
this.
She liked him a lot.
Varuj kissed the corner of her lips and
smiled. “Then so it shall be,” he stated firmly. “You
brought me into this world, beautiful Firi, and I shall respect your
wishes, and cherish you for it.” The soothing stroke of his
fingers through her dark hair was supremely comforting. “There
is a long road ahead for you. Even I cannot make magic simple and
easy for you, but I will stand by you, beside you… inside you,
wherever I may, as you make your journey.”
Chapter 14
Firia awoke the next day to the sound
of someone pounding on her door. The demon Varuj still held her,
nestled to his chest as she lifted her head and looked about.
“Morning,” he murmured to her softly. “You should
probably get that. Sounds urgent.”
It was startling to wake up in
someone’s arms, but she found herself disappointed to be torn
away. She lingered for a moment, feeling her small body press into
his before she pulled away, red-faced and embarrassed. Pulling on her
dressing gown over her clothes, she ran to the door.
When she opened up the door she was
greeted with the sight of a very official-looking elf, donning a
tunic bearing the sigil of Gaul’di-mere Academy in bright gold.
He didn’t appear to be all too pleased with where he was, at
the footstep of a human peasant’s home, but he spoke crisp and
formally: “Madam Tunst?” he asked.
“Yes, that’s me,” she
said as she stepped aside, allowing him in if he chose. “What
can I do for you?”
He didn’t take the offering,
though he extended a scroll to her. “This is for you. You’re
not
her so lightly, just a soft little prolonged peck on her forehead, “I
promise.”
“Please don’t make me
regret this,” the small woman whimpered, already feeling so
tense. Yet he’d been freed, hadn’t he? And still his
sweetness, the warm feel of his lips remained. She found herself more
and more thinking of him in this form, forgetting the terrifying
visage that she first drew through the portal.
It was hard to remember that first
impression with how his beautiful male physique now held her so
tenderly. Even with her control broken – she assumed? –
he was delicate. Caring. Holding her against him, letting her rest
herself to his chest, laying between his legs as he stroked her dark
hair and kissed her peached skin.
“What is there to regret?”
he said softly. “You are on your way to being recognized by
your peers, and together… together you and I shall do great
things, sweet Firi. Great things indeed.” His warm lips skirted
hers, but came so tantalizingly close. “You performed
brilliantly today. Worthy of the woman who summoned me from across
the void.”
“Firi,” she whispered.
That’s what her dad called her. It was filled with such
familiarity and warmth, and she wanted that more than anything. She
needed his comfort.
“Varuj… Where will you
stay?”
“Beside you when I can,” he
said to her softly against her ear. Then his one hand went to her
chest, resting softly above her breast, over her beating heart. “Here
when the situation calls for it.” It was so strange, that
touch, so casual, yet intimate. So near to her breast, yet warm and
comforting over her beating heart.
It wasn’t necessarily sexual, and
yet it made her skin prickle with excitement and she had to look away
from him. Her pulse quickened beneath his touch and she prayed he
wouldn’t notice.
“Will you always exist like
this?”
“Will you always exist as you
are?” he replied in his usual enigmatic way. Though he relented
without her pursuing it further and murmured softly, “More or
less. I won’t change significantly again without a great deal
of effort.” He nuzzled against her ear. “Would that
please you best?”
It had been so nice to have him always
there, comforting her. Rooting for her.
She was surprised to realize just how
much it had meant to her, though, as she nodded. She liked him like
this.
She liked him a lot.
Varuj kissed the corner of her lips and
smiled. “Then so it shall be,” he stated firmly. “You
brought me into this world, beautiful Firi, and I shall respect your
wishes, and cherish you for it.” The soothing stroke of his
fingers through her dark hair was supremely comforting. “There
is a long road ahead for you. Even I cannot make magic simple and
easy for you, but I will stand by you, beside you… inside you,
wherever I may, as you make your journey.”
Chapter 14
Firia awoke the next day to the sound
of someone pounding on her door. The demon Varuj still held her,
nestled to his chest as she lifted her head and looked about.
“Morning,” he murmured to her softly. “You should
probably get that. Sounds urgent.”
It was startling to wake up in
someone’s arms, but she found herself disappointed to be torn
away. She lingered for a moment, feeling her small body press into
his before she pulled away, red-faced and embarrassed. Pulling on her
dressing gown over her clothes, she ran to the door.
When she opened up the door she was
greeted with the sight of a very official-looking elf, donning a
tunic bearing the sigil of Gaul’di-mere Academy in bright gold.
He didn’t appear to be all too pleased with where he was, at
the footstep of a human peasant’s home, but he spoke crisp and
formally: “Madam Tunst?” he asked.
“Yes, that’s me,” she
said as she stepped aside, allowing him in if he chose. “What
can I do for you?”
He didn’t take the offering,
though he extended a scroll to her. “This is for you. You’re
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