A small stream of sunlight came in through a gap in my tent's opening. I lazily took in my surroundings. No Desmond in sight…the creator does deal in small blessings. I ripped the blanket off myself and stretched my legs off the small cot. My jeans and tank top were folded neatly in the corner, reminding me that I was naked except for my underwear. Shit.
I emerged from my tent in jean shorts and a Maroon 5 t-shirt. Desmond sat near what was the campfire, widdling a handle for his knife. Okay, Lar, it's not a big deal. He's just a dude. A really handsome, good with his hands dude. Fuck!
"Morning, gorgeous" he called, giving his knife all his attention. Thank the diviner.
"Morning, reaper" I responded, lingering by my tent.
"So embarrassed you won't even use my name"
"Don't flatter yourself"
"Then use it Elara," he now gazes up at me. "You had no problem doing so last night."
Fuck this bastard.
"C'mon darling siphon, open that beautiful mouth of yours and say it" he sung as he strode closer to me. Great diviner, why is he getting closer?
My mouth went dry, I couldn't look him in the eyes. Embarrassment grew on my cheeks as my stomach dropped.
"Follow me, Elara" he spoke now against my lips. Shit he moved fast. "Des-mond"
"Des" I replied, looking him in the eyes now, "Mond."
"That's it baby girl" he praised, "again."
"Desmond" ending the last syllable hard.
"There you go. Don't forget it, I want to hear it again when you're wrapped around me."
"Is that all you think about?"
"No. I also think about your mouth and hand pumping up and down my cock." He retorted. "I'm not partial to one fantasy."
My stomach turned and I felt that ache build between my legs.
"Don't be embarrassed little cat. I look at you no differently knowing how cooperative you become knowing my cock could be your prize." He stated, pulling back to return to his knife widdling. "You're sexier when you own your desire."
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We packed up our camp and, again, were trudging through the fucking forest. Masochist.
"Since you keep reminding me I'm not a diviner, what am I then?" I inquired, somehow keeping up with his quick pace.
"You are a diviner, darling" he replied.
"Then why do you claim I'm not"
"I never did, I said you're rare. You're a rare type of diviner" he replied, glancing my way. "You're not an unlucky diviner's child who has no magic. You have power, I can feel its pulse, among others."
"And somehow, you know how I can use it?"
"Centuries on both Yueling and this rock does that, my love"
"So tell me," irritation coated my voice.
"If you paid attention to my words, you'd know I already told you"
"You've told me nothing"
"But I did. Remember my words, Elara. I know you pay attention. When you know what you are, tell me and I will help you put it into practice."
"You're a prick" I retorted, sticking my middle finger out.
In seconds, he grabbed my wrist and a small prick drew a bead of blood from my finger. He licked up the small bead, slowly. Gazing up at me as he did so, with lust and amusement. My pulse quickened as wetness slowly collected between my legs. Once he reached the tip of my finger, he released my wrist and licked his lips.
"You taste more of arousal that anger, don't be a liar Elara" he crooned, turning to continue walking into the woods.
I rolled my eyes, shaking off how hot I suddenly felt.