The White Snake and the Scarred Delta

Chapter 18

Tezy

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I had no idea why I said those words in front of Garridan’s face. Why did I even tell him he was the only one I needed to be with on this Earth?

A slow smile appeared on his previously frowning face. He truly wanted to convince me that marrying him was essential to help me regain my powers, and it meant I could only be bound to him.

“I think it’s better to demonstrate it than to explain to you that s****l transmutation has a number of benefits.”

“What did you just say?” I was horrified.

“You’ll gain more mental clarity, focus, confidence, assertiveness, and self-awareness, Tezy. I am pretty sure it’ll also boost your physical energy and spiritual powers. Because of that, you’ll become more creative and can manifest anything using your powers.”

I tried to process all that he said. It made me think of Kigga and what she had done to our brothers. But, no. Recalling what had happened to those werewolves that were reduced to smithereens when Kigga and I just got out of the portal made me worry of what I might accidentally do to Garridan. And definitely, I did not want any unfortunate incidents with him. It was a hapless accident already when I scarred him.

“No, Garridan. We can’t do that.” I sat up, avoiding his eyes.

It was then that I realized I had nothing on my body. I was completely naked when the towel slid down my body to rest on my lap.

He did the same, sitting beside me. He caught my chin between his forefinger and thumb to make me look at him in the eye.

“You look afraid if you do that, Tezy. Why?” His blue-black eyes were darker and probing. Our closeness made our breaths mingle.

“Do you want my honest answer?”

“There’s nothing less that I’d want from you, Tezy. I even told you why I want to marry you, haven’t I?”

I wet my throat first before speaking, “Garridan, I’m afraid my powers will be lost if I mate with you, as I might spend it by controlling myself to not blow you into smithereens. Remember that we’re not at the same level. You’re going to touch my immortal body. I have no idea what will happen to you. This is unprecedented. Do you understand? I can’t put you in peril just because you want to help me regain my powers. We’re not sure if it will indeed be successful at all!”

“Then, why don’t we try, sugar t**s?”

“What? Are you insane? I can’t let you risk that! What am I going to do if… if I lost you?” I did not want to say it, but there it went.

The corners of his lips went up. He looked at me tenderly. “I’m ready to take risks for you, Tezy. Whether we’re compatible or not, we’ll have to see, shall we?”

My lips parted.

“I promise to stop if I feel something odd. Maybe there’s still time to stop, right? I trust you.” His voice was so tender that my heart melted away.

“Does this mean I’m going to take advantage of you?” I whispered.

He chuckled. “You’re putting it like you’re the one who’s forcing me to do something I don’t want, Goddess.”

“It is not funny, Garridan,” I commented with a scolding tone. “Although I only know you for these couple nights, I care for you. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, especially if it’s because of me.”

He looked at me for the longest moment. “I’m touched.”

I gasped when his head descended to brush his lips with mine. The very first moment I felt it, a surge of energy shocked me that I went still. Right afterwards, I could feel my body go warm, and I savored his unique taste. It was sweet and something else, maybe purely his.

He took advantage of my parted lips and pushed his tongue to testily taste mine. An involuntary moan escaped from me, loving the presence of his lips on mine and his tongue in my mouth.

Oh, Mighty Deity! Before I knew it, I was kissing him back!

“Yes, sugar t**s. That’s it. Kiss me back, and let’s focus on getting back your powers, shall we?” he murmured in between kisses. How he did it, beats me.

And yes, I did focus on getting my powers back. But… as soon as that intention appeared in my head, it was also lost. I was lost again in his passionate kisses.

Garridan nibbled my lower lip before he dipped his tongue into my mouth again. He caught my tongue and sucked it hard to my stupefaction.

Another moan came out of me. We were both breathing hard, and it was good to hear him groan sexily, too. Now that was quite bizarre. How could a groan sound so sexy and good? I used to think that groaning was akin to pain and something negative. Now, there was a whole different meaning to groaning in my vocabulary, thanks to him.

“Ugh…” I cried when I felt his large hand cup my right breast. He rolled my tip under his strong palm, and my hands grabbed the lapel of his silk robe, which was already open in the front. The urge to feel his warm skin filled my mind. My body arched from his touch.

He leaned forward, a silent order to make me lie down on my back, so I did. He did not break the kiss and just let his hand roam up and down my body. It felt strange for someone else to touch my body, but it was good.

Garridan took off his robe. Once again, he showed me his magnificence. From the moonlight that flooded through the window, I could see him perfectly, including his long white scar on his neck that bridged his shoulder and arm. Somehow, it did not appear ugly. On the contrary, it made him look sexier, more than ever. And, yes, I could see his heavy arousal, fully. It was long and huge, unbreakable and proud.

I swallowed hard, feeling my heart beat even more loudly. I whimpered softly when his lips touched mine again, and even more so when his hand moved further down my V area. I squirmed when his fingers touched the most sacred part of my body.

“Open your legs wide for me, Goddess,” he whispered breathlessly. “Let’s give the benevolent energy free access inside, shall we?”

I swallowed and nodded. Parting my legs with him settling in the middle was sort of embarrassing and strange at the same time. But all my inhibitions seemed to fly out of the window when he caressed my sacred spot.

“Garridan!” I exclaimed, fisting on the sheets.

He dipped his head to cover my mouth with his while he stroked me down there. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. I thrashed under him, whose body was slightly covering mine.

I felt his lips travel down my chin and the side of my neck. He teased my earlobe, nipping it a little, before continuing further downward. My back curved when his warm and wet tongue moved around my golden tip. It puckered instantly, and he sucked it hard, making me cry out. It was oddly delicious! Plus, his fingers continued to stroke my femininity. It felt so… great!

My slender arms were wrapped around his neck. I tried to focus on retrieving my lost powers, as I recorded in my head all the first-time delightful sensations he was giving me.

Did Kigga feel the same way when she mated with our brothers?

No, maybe not. It was forbidden. Hers was for a selfish reason.

Mine? Could I categorize it as such, because I wanted my powers back?

No, I believed not. I just wanted to take back what was mine in the first place. And I had a good reason why I must. It was not only for myself but for my siblings and worshippers back in Hebbiza. I had to do this.

It was a wonder though that Garridan did not turn into ashes and vanished.

“Focus, Goddess,” he whispered in my head. “Don’t let anything come between us right now, understand?”

“Yes, Garridan!” I replied to him telepathically.

Garridan’s mouth was busy suckling my other tip, while his fingers kept on doing wonderful things up and down my damp slit. He spread out the moisture and focused on my sensitive nub. It was beyond words how I felt right now. The sensation itself was sublime. There were no words to describe it.

I thought I was going mad at this point, but I was wrong. Garridan’s warm lips traveled further and further down. He kissed my stomach and abdomen, trailing his wet tongue as well. It was so erotic that I thought I could not breathe anymore. My anticipation built up higher and higher.

“Ohh…!” I interjected when his lips finally touched my moistened womanhood. I thought I’d break into pieces sometime soon. I could not breathe for a second or two.