The Dark World

Chapter 23: Beautiful song

Cairn

I sighed at the i.diots in front of me, but they were my i.diots. “It is really complicated to explain, let me put this as simply as I can, you all believe werewolves are men bitten by wolves?”

They both nodded, and I snorted a laugh, “no, our bloodline originates from true wolves, we were just your average wolf once upon a time, somehow we evolved or came across magic, no one really knows, but we found we could shift into human form, walk among you, so when I mention the wolf have no doubt I am talking about myself, my true self not some separate entity living inside of me.”

Marisoll pulled a face and said, “I had s.ex with a wolf!”

I caught the glint of humour in her eyes, knew she was only playing with me. I shoved her, and she shoved me back, I knew better than to try anything else, or we would most likely end up turning it into a real fight.

Marisoll stepped close beside me and slipped her hand in mine, when I met her eyes I saw fear in hers, fear that I would pull away. I did not, I held her hand, and I admit it was a strange feeling for someone like myself who had never shown affection to someone before.

Ezekiel held her other hand and I swallowed the growl that wanted to escape, I never said I was perfectly happy with this arrangement, Ezekiel of all people, could she not have chosen someone else, anyone else other than my nemesis.

Alright, I was being a little dramatic, over time I had grown to tolerate Ezekiel, and dare I say even like him a little bit, it would take time to not have my hackles raised seeing him touch Marisoll though, marking her had affected not just her but me too, I saw her as my mate now and knew I always would for wolves mated for life.

The princess I’d almost married did not count because I had not chosen her, she had been pushed onto me whether I’d grown feelings for her or not, Marisoll I had chosen, she was my choice, mine.

I was surprised by how strong the words hit me, it was true, somewhere along the way I had fallen for Marisoll, there was still our love hate relationship, most likely always would be to be honest, but I did not mind, in a twisted kind of way I quite liked our fights, it was just how me and her worked.

As we walked further on we slowly noticed the place grew darker, the dirt was rotten, there were no more plants of any kind, dead trees, and more dangerous foe lurking around.

“Keep low,” I murmured to everyone, and they followed my gaze to where a flock of hawkers were flying above us in the sky.

We managed to make it through without disturbing anything and eventually came to a more quiet section of land. We walked alongside a lake when Marisoll suggested we refill our bottles. She bent down first and dipped her bottle into the water, the moon hung in the air reflecting beautifully upon the water.

Ezekiel nudged me, but I had heard it too. Singing, a soft hauntingly beautiful melody, thanks to my werewolf genes it had no effect on me other than it sounded incredibly beautiful, Ezekiel and mystic Zerena stepped towards the water and I grabbed them both and then hauled Marisoll out of the way just before a pair of pale hands reached up from out of the water to grab her. Sirens.

Nasty creatures that would drag you into the depths of the sea and drown you, lakes too it seemed. They had not always been evil, before the darkness they had been known as the more familiar mermaids, kind, helpful, they loved children. It was all twisted now, the darkness had tainted them, oh they still loved children, but it was to eat them not play with them these days.

The siren hissed when I pulled Marisoll away, and I saw about six other sirens lift their head from the water. F.uck that. “Come on, we need to get away from here.”

I dragged Marisoll with me, but she shrugged me off, “I can help myself,” she snapped.

“Just move,” I sighed and pushed her forward earning me a death glare from her.

Ezekiel helped mystic Zerena and we did not stop until we could no longer see the lake. We found a quiet spot to set up camp for the night and I collapsed onto my bed roll exhausted and fell asleep instantly.

I felt warmer than normal when I woke up the next day, I sleepily turned my head and saw Marisoll was snuggled up against my side, smiling I shook my head and let her sleep. For all her toughness she could sure be cute sometimes. I liked that she had chosen me to share the night with instead of Ezekiel for a change.

I must have been thinking loudly or something because she looked up at me and smiled tiredly, “morning.”

“Is it? I cannot tell.”

She punched me in the arm for that and I laughed. She was feeling more daring than usual, she still was too shy to look at me, but I felt her hand slide down my chest and stomach, moving it lower to my trousers and I grabbed her wrist. “We should get up,” I said.

“You do not want to be intimate with me again?” She asked.

“I do not want to scare you with my size,” I teased.

“I’m not anymore, I know I can handle it now I’ve had it once.”

I sat up, knees-up and rested my arms on my knees. “That time was a whirlwind of passion and violence, we were caught up in the moment and there was no time for you to be fearful or even see it.”

“I won’t be fearful,” she said.

“You do not need me for s.ex you have Ezekiel.”

“I want you though, you were my first.” Her voice was soft and almost pleading, but I shook my head.

“You are afraid of what I will think when I see it?” She asked.

“Pfft, no.”

“Show me then.”

She knew how to challenge me, knew I wouldn’t back down. “Fine, if you are that desperate for it,” I snorted and leaned back on one hand, I used the other to pull the front of my waistband down letting my c.ock fall free.

She looked just as shocked as the first time and I went to put it away, but she grabbed my arm. “No,” she whispered, still staring at it.

I watched her look at it, I could not tell what she was thinking. Slowly she reached out and touched it, running her fingers lightly along it and drawing a soft moan from my lips. She kept touching, then she stroked it and I could not help but start to grow hard and stiff for her. “What does it mean when you start growing hard?” She asked shyly.

Looking her in the eyes I said, “it means you are turning me on.”

She smiled the cutest damn smile, all bashful and said, “I like that I can turn you on and have you react to me.”

She was so shy she had stopped stroking me, so I quit staring at her and tilted my head back and closed my eyes, leaning back on my hands. “Keep touching it darling, it feels good.”

She smiled and carried on stroking me until I was so hard I had to dig my fingers into the ground to keep from mounting her.

Sometimes I struggled with lust, it could become a blurred line between lust and bloodlust, and I feared that might be happening now. It was ok for the moment, but the rage from bloodlust could make me act like a d.ick when it was just under the surface, and this is me, so of course I ruined the moment.

She was stroking me pretty good for a lady who had never done such a thing before, but it was becoming teasing and while I liked being teased from time to time, now was not a good time when I had not had enough raw meat or blood, my s.exual frustration grew to just frustration and then annoyance and I said, “you’re pretty s.hit at this Marisoll,” I laughed, still in a bantering mood and not a ‘I want to eat you mood’ but she got upset and ran off crying.

I was not expecting that at all, she acted so tough and always bantered back as good as I gave.

I got up and ran after her, she ran into the woods, and I was glad I was in human form right now, or I might have lost control.

I caught her by her wrist and spun her around. “Marisoll! I’m so sorry, I did not mean to upset you I was just bantering like we usually do, perhaps intimacy is not the best time for such things.”

She sniffled and would not look at me, so I pulled her into my arms. “I’m sorry, you are not s.hit, you are good, and it was teasing me and my frustration got out of hand and I made a stupid joke.”

“Why are you always so cruel?” She asked, her voice sounding close to tears again.

“I do not know, I’m a f.uck up, I’m a monster, I can try to act human as much as I like, but my emotions are like a storm, sometimes uncontrollable, sometimes barely controlled, I am sorry.”

She folded her arms and stood there, I threw her off guard and pushed her down onto a big rock. “Cairn!” She cried in surprise.

“Let me make it up to you.” I pulled her undergarments down and threw them aside along with her trousers and got onto my knees in front of the rock, tugging her to the edge I hooked her legs over my shoulders and kissed my way along her inner thighs until I reached her wet centre. I kissed her c.lit and she cried out, I kissed her all over and licked her until she was moaning and crying out, rubbing herself against my mouth.

“You taste so good,” I whispered and carried on eating her out, tasting her juices on my tongue, wanting to sink myself into her and feel her slick wet hole tight around my c.ock again, f.uck, I stroked myself while I licked her, imagining her tight wet hole, imagining myself thrusting in and out. F.uck.

I got up on top of her and naturally spread her legs for me, I was careful not to be rough this time and I slowly pushed myself inside of her, I groaned to the feel of her, so much tighter, so much wetter than I remembered, she was so tight on me, I had to work at thrusting in and out of her, she was moaning and dug her nails into my arms. I was close, so f.ucking close, I liked hearing her moan for me, liked how wet she was, how slick she felt, I could feel myself about to empty my balls into her and I softly moaned, “I’m going to blow my load.”

She looked confused at the term and I gave a small laugh and explained, “I am going to come, fill you with my seed.”

“Ohh,” she smiled and then made more, “oh,” sounds that grew into moans and screams.

I was trying to be gentle with her, I was more gentle than I had ever been with anyone, but she grabbed my a.ss and moaned, “please, f.uck me Cairn, f.uck me!”

No need to ask me twice! I thrust into her hard and fast, balls deep in her p.ussy, and it felt so f.ucking good. “I’m coming, I’m gonna come, oh f.uck!” I groaned and felt myself come inside her. She came at the same time, crying out and clawing my back, her p.ussy spasming around my c.ock. “That’s it my love, good girl,” I whispered.

When she was done, I rolled off her and collapsed onto my stomach beside her, catching my breath.