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"Speaking aloud"
'Speaking telepathically'
Subconscious thoughts, deep in the mind and cannot be heard by others at all.
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Chapter 12: Getting Close
Axel's POV:
Amon stayed for a while, waiting to see if the female would wake up while I had better things to do than sit around and waste my time.
My time was strictly spent hunting for humans to replace a number of decaying organs of mine, bringing them back, preparing and preserving them before displaying them wherever there is open space. Before the sun rose, Amon demanded I keep an eye on the girl and take care of her as needed when she wakes up.
He is in no position to be giving me such ridiculous demands, but since he is my brother, I decided to finally hear him out.
I knew from the moment he was born that he would always be super friendly to anything he met, but this is the first time he has done this to another species, besides a small number of humans he felt sympathy for in the past.
He has always been very helpful and is always the one to volunteer to help others of our species rather than letting me handle it. He has even raised an orphaned Galileus to maturity as well in the past, with my help, of course.
It's mother had been killed by a Cryal, our species' complete opposite and worst enemy.
They are the reason my species is going extinct.
Since Amon left to assist another of our species near the land humans classified as Africa, I have been keeping my distance from the unconscious female lying on the ground. Amon generously provided her with bedding material, which is unnecessary.
Every now and then I look over at her, watching her weak, pathetic body go through cold sweats and the occasional episode of shivers.
When it seems her body is about to shut down, I approach her and check her scent to see how she is doing out of curiosity. Not that I care, I'm just curious about the state of her being as an unfamiliar species.
Every time it seems as if her heart will stop, it doesn't. As if something is keeping it from stopping, but I am unfamiliar with this species. Everything I think is causing this is only a theory, nothing more.
Iris's POV:
The nightmares pester me and seem to be torturing me. All the screams of pain, screams of agony, words of confusion and fear ring through my head.
I've been here before, I saw Emma among all these shadows.
Some shadows seem familiar, others old, a few seem new.
All of them are full of so much emotion, so much pain.
My body hurts, my mind feels torn.
Something comes to me, a shining bright light through all the darkness.
A woman? An angel?
The light is blinding, but fills me with such warmth and comfort.
Unable to see its face, its beautiful white silhouette and white wings are very easy to see.
A voice comes from the figure, all the darkness and pained spirits fade.
'You are where you need to be, Iris.' The soft, heartwarming voice hums to me.
.
The voice echoes through my head, my body feels like it was buried alive.
A few whimpers and moans escape my mouth, my body feels like it's lying in a puddle, completely soaked.
Slowly I open my eyes, consciousness slowly returning to me.
I am lying upon a thick blanket covered in what feels like sweat, my head is upon a soft pillow, also covered in sweat.
Moving my legs, I weakly push the blanket off of me with my feet, the blanket completely soaked as well.
I then come to realize my body is completely nude, my body and hair covered in sweat to the point I feel as though I just stepped out of a bath.
Closing my eyes, more whines escape my mouth, not liking the amount of heat inside my body, the sweat everywhere and the intense pain and aching from all over.
'You are where you need to be.' The voice continues to echo through my head.
Now do I realize how hard I'm breathing, breathing so hard it seems as though I ran a marathon.
Opening my eyes again, I finally take in my surroundings.
Bodies, all over the walls and ceiling around me. My brain then clicks, remembering where I am.
My heart skips a beat, feeling eyes on me, remembering who lives here.
Hesitantly I move my eyes around, looking to see if he is nearby.
My eyes lock on movement, the creature watching me from the middle of the ceiling like a spider in its web, observing me.
He is sitting, perched on all fours, his hands and feet placed between a few bodies. The only reason I am able to see him is because of the bright sunlight beaming down the pipe from across the basement.
My eyes are still human, brown, due to still being drained of energy. I am unable to see in the dark as well as I can with my normal eye color.
Slowly sitting up, a moan escapes my lips from the pain in my muscles. Moving my hand to my head, I feel dry blood but no wound.
Feeling over the other areas of my body that were injured, everything has been healed.
Sitting up, I realize my scythe is on the ground next to the 'bed'.
Wondering how it got here, my mind clicks once again, remembering Amon exists.
He must have brought Valkyrie and the blankets here... I think to myself.
I look down at my body, I come to realize my clothes have been removed and are folded up nicely near Valkyrie.
There is no way for me to know how many days it has been, it could have been three, four, maybe even a week.
Moving my attention back to Axel, in the same moment bringing my knees to my chest to hide myself, my eyes widen, realizing he is no longer where I had seen him last.
Filled with fear, I scan my surroundings fast.
Maybe he was waiting for me to wake up, so I could react to the pain as he kills me...there is no way I can fight back like this...I'm too weak...
Once I move my attention to the wall behind to me, my eyes widen and I scream out in a panic, realizing Axel is on the wall right next to me, very close.
Screaming, I jump and land roughly on my ass further away from him, the sand, dirt and whatever else that is on the ground sticks to me while quickly dragging myself away from him more, scooting on the ground.
At the same time my legs, arms and hands get covered in the debris from the floor, my sweat acting like glue.
Breathing hard from surprise and fear, I stare at him in shock.
He watches me, his mouth slowly forms into an evil grin of amusement and enjoyment, also breathing deeply, enjoying the scent of my fear.
Continuing to stare at him, chills run up my spine, creating goosebumps all over my body and my nipples to harden without my control.
His eyes don't waver from mine for a few moments, his eyes then begin to look over my body that is fully presented to him. To my surprise he doesn't seem to be looking over it in lust, but interest. Possibly enjoying the whole reaction from my body.
Quickly I spread and fold one of my wings out in front of me, denying him the pleasure of looking at it.
His eyes move back to mine once I cover it, my mind begins to want me to look over his bare body, remembering Amon's, but I resist looking, knowing if I do it would send the wrong message to him.
"...U-uh...aren't you supposed to be...uh...sleeping?" I stutter out of fear, remembering how Amon would sleep during the day, although I never saw him sleep, my gut told me he did.
Axel remains silent and motionless, his eyes move to look behind me, at the pipe.
Thinking he is seeing something, I turn my head around to see the pipe across the basement from us, realizing it has begun raining. Numerous rain drops fall from it and onto the sand below, rain beginning to run down from the middle of the pipe as well.
Excitement grows inside of me, knowing I'm terribly dirty and in need of a bath or shower. I hide my excitement and look at Axel again, letting out a loud scream again realizing he is right in front of me.
He quickly grabs my wing, moving it aside before grabbing my neck.
Crying out in fear, I watch him powerlessly. He pushes weight onto me, forcing my body to lose balance and fall down onto the ground on my back.
Quickly I pull my knees up to keep him off of me, he lets out a hiss and uses his other hand to force my legs down and apart. He then climbs on top of me, holding me down with his body, his hips between my legs.
I begin fearing the worst, tears in my eyes I struggle hard, "Stop! Please! Don't! I'm a virgin I can't survive this! I can't even fight back! Please!" I cry out loudly at him, panicking. He clamps his hand onto my mouth, releasing a deep, loud hiss from between his teeth in anger and annoyance.
My tears continue to run from my eyes, breathing hard, unable to close my legs. I grab onto his wrist with both of my hands, my teeth and nails extend into claws. Quickly I dig my claws into his wrist, immediately his blood puddles around my claws, running down his hand and down to my face, trailing down the side of my neck.
He growls quietly from the mild pain, his hips and pubic area against mine so I can't fit my legs and feet between us again like I did last time.
Behind all the fear, part of me is enjoying this, although I don't want to believe it. Suddenly he moves down and begins to smell my neck, this action sends chills up my spine, creating goosebumps all over my skin again.
He is smelling softly, as if checking for something. That part of me begins to linger on the feeling of him on top of me. The intense heat from his body, the scent of his unique, but extremely alluring musk from his body, his strong, firm muscles against my small, frail form.
My hold on his wrist softens while I get caught up in my head, his blood continues to run from his wrist.
A bit of bravery shoots through me. Grabbing onto his arm, I yank his hand off my mouth and his wrist to my mouth. Moulding my lips around a number of the claw marks, his blood running into my mouth. The taste is so unreal, so unique and amazingly good..
His eyes lock on mine, sitting up a bit to make sure he is seeing this right. To my surprise he grins in amusement, seeming to like this.
He seems to become distracted from what he was originally trying to do, clearly able to smell the thick scent of my dampening sweet spot between my legs, he lowers his body onto mine more.
Feeling his bare chest upon mine, my body begins to crave more, still able to feel his crotch against my most sensitive area, but not able to feel an erection of any kind, his cock still hidden inside his body. Clearly he has a good amount of self-control.
Watching his eyes, I am clearly still fearful but my other emotions are clouding it. Suddenly he pulls his wrist away from me, moving it to his mouth he slowly runs his tongue along the wounds, licking up his own blood as well.
His wounds begin to heal, he continues breathing in deeply but quietly, seeming to enjoy the scent coming from me. He places his hand next to my head, holding himself on me.
Slowly I lick his blood off my lips, he suddenly lowers his torso more onto me, his face and neck closer to me.
He smirks at me with temptation, his right hand begins to feel the feathers on my left wing, slowly running his clawed fingers through my feathers. I lay my wing down on the ground, remembering how their wings are pleasure spots, he must be assuming mine is as well.
Hesitantly I lift my head up, he lowers his head more, moving it to the side. His actions shock me, unable to believe he is actually letting me do this.
Moving my head up more, I slowly run my tongue along the tough, yet sensitive skin of his neck.
He seems to become impatient, a deep growl begins to rumble from his chest, my fear returning.
He feels my body tense up and my fear become thicker, he stops growling and moves his hand from my wing and to my small waist, this reassures me that he isn't going to get too angry.
'Bite.' I hear his deep voice purr into my mind, this time it sounds more tame and much more alluring.
Quickly I open my mouth and sink my teeth deep into his neck, a deep growl of pleasure comes from him, immediately followed by deep audible purring. His body shifts toward mine a little in response the moment my teeth sink into his neck, his wings loosen up on his back a little, twitching ever so slightly.
His hot blood fills my mouth in seconds, the taste causing me to moan and arch my back a little, pressing my chest and abdomen into his more.
Only now do I begin to feel something growing from him between my legs, the intense pleasure from my bite seeming to be enough to get him to erect and for it to come out of his body.
His erection is placed perfectly between my legs, to where it could easily slip inside of me, my pussy drenched enough to allow him to slip in with ease, yet he does not.
His full length is now out of his body, from what I can feel, he is huge. His soothing, deep purrs of enjoyment continue to rumble from his chest. I swallow mouthful after mouthful of his hot, intoxicating blood. Curious, I bite deeper into his neck, his wings twitch hard and a deep hiss of pleasure comes from his lips near my ear.
He begins to dig his claws into my waist, but not deep enough to where he could cause injury. He presses his crotch against mine harder to mess with me, his length between the lips of my pussy, becoming drenched with my sweet juices.
A muffled moan comes from my throat, enjoying his reaction.
I begin to think about touching his body with my hands, but I am too fearful. Who knows what can set this creature off, his emotions could flip completely in less than a second.
He continues to purr at me, but it has quieted down. My body begs me to go all out, wrap my legs around him and slip him inside of me, but my fear holds me back.
What if he doesn't want that. I'm not even ready for that. I don't even know this creature...
Beginning with something simple, I push back my fear and place both of my hands on his chest.
He feels it, his purrs go silent, his wings fold back up tightly. Seeing and hearing all this makes me release his neck from my mouth, swallowing the rest of his blood in my mouth.
He sits up on top of me, his lower half still pressed tightly against mine.
My eyes trail down his body, the further down I get the more his body gets irresistible.
The shape of his body, muscles and the unique designs on his skin all look so tempting. He is strong, tough and clearly very intelligent. Let alone the most desired member of his species, I guarantee any of the females of his species would do absolutely anything to be in this position I'm in.
Looking back up at his eyes, his eyes remain locked on mine. The dark red blood running from his open wound trailing down his neck, chest and abdomen.
Slowly I begin moving my hands along his tough chest, slowly running my hands downward while watching his eyes for any sign of disapproval. His eyes look down at my neck, quickly I move my head to the side, letting him know he is welcome to do what he wants.
He smirks at me in response to my submission, moving his hand from my waist to my jaw, lightly holding onto it to keep my head to the side, the blood on his claws slowly run down my jaw and neck.
He quickly moves down and his long, sharp teeth bury themselves deep into my neck.
Crying out in slight pain and overwhelming pleasure, my back arches again, pressing my chest and hips into his. He presses his body into mine harder in response, pressing his hips against mine tighter to mess with me. His cock being pressed hard between us, sending him pleasure as well. My pussy aches in desperation from all the grinding of our lower regions, making me bite my lip hard in an attempt to distract myself.
He begins to purr loudly to the point his entire chest is vibrating, the taste of my blood enticing him as well.
Suddenly I get an idea, bravery builds inside of me and my hands travel to both of his wings on his back.
His body seems to jump very slightly once I touch them, he does not spread them like I thought he would. Slowly running my hands down his tightly folded wings, his breathing immediately deepens. His wings begin to twitch and he begins to throb hard between my pussy's folds, the sensation sending me waves of pleasure, knowing he is releasing precum onto me to mix in with my accumulated wetness.
To my shock, he begins to do the opposite of what I thought he would do. He begins to growl deeply at me, keeping his mouth against my neck. His body tenses up as well, apparently I am not allowed to do that to him...
Moving my hands away from his wings, he stops growling and his body relaxes again. He begins to suck the blood out of my neck, no longer lingering on the taste.
The feeling of him sucking on my neck causes a moan to escape my mouth, I move my hands back to his chest, resting them on his collarbone.
His blood continues to run from his neck, slowly I move my head close to his neck again, licking up his hot blood and biting into it again.
His wings twitch, his breathing deepens again. Within seconds he releases my neck and slowly runs his tongue along it, the wound beginning to heal.
Once he finishes licking my neck, I release his neck from my jaws, licking the addictive blood off my mouth.
He sits up again, looking down at me he begins to grin alluringly before pulling his body away from mine, leaving my body cold, especially my lower regions that were the closest to his.
Closing my legs, I watch him in interest.
He stands, then do I see how big he truly is. He has to be at least 7 inches, and as thick as you would expect him to be, as his body slightly larger than a human's.
My eyes widen, thankful nothing more happened.
He seems focused on the entrance of the pipe, quickly calming himself down.
Moving my attention to the pipe, the rain running down it very actively now, creating a large amount of puddling around the front of the basement.
I fold my wings against my sides and look up at him again.
"...Will it flood...?" I worry.
He doesn't look at me, but he responds, 'No. Rain will stop soon.'
My eyes widen in surprise, unable to believe he is actively talking to me now, "So, why are you now beginning to respond to me?"
He moves his attention to me, looking down at me he doesn't respond, I laugh a little at him.
"Yeah, I see now. You got comfortable with me real fast."
He begins to growl at my teasing before spreading his large wings and flying up to the ceiling, landing at the top where he was before, sticking to it he folds his wings and begins crawling over a number of bodies, seeming to be inspecting them, maybe to make sure the newer ones stay up.
What a very interesting creature...