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Unable to control himself, Ramuz grabbed her trembling wrists, forcing them to the shore below, her eyes shooting open with shock as he increased his strokes. Yet she did not protest as her face was bright with ecstasy. Her breasts bounced, her stomach trembling, her legs quivering as he filled her with his authoritative affection. Each sensation brought a tightness in her chest, and her face was lost in a daze with each movement.

“You are mine now, little human,” he growled, leaning into her reeling face. Her expression changed, unsure about what that meant for the future. He appeared to know she was thinking about beingself-consciousagain, just as he forbade her to. She opened her mouth to speak.

“I—”

“Dare you think otherwise?” he taunted, gripping her wrists harder, increasing his movements. She cried out, her words cut off by his ferocity. “You are mine, and if I have to prove it to you again—” He thrust into her. “And again—” Another aggressive thrust. “And again—” Once more, causing her to cry out with each emphasized word. “I will do so for the rest of my days.” Her body was almost limp from his force, and yet she still squeezed around him as her fluids splattered along her legs and down his body.

“Yes,” she said in a low tone, her voice shaded like her eyes. He continued, grabbing her hips, forcing her body down onto him, using her tight hole to milk his seed out to fulfill her craving.

The sensation increased, her cries turning into little screams, her voice going slightly hoarse as the feeling grew until a shock went through her whole body and even her soul. Grabbing her sides, he pushed himself deepinto her, making sure not a drop was lost.

She was gasping, her eyes shut, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm of her heavy breath. Her body pulsed around him, accepting his gift.

They remained entwined together, her form slowly softening from her formerly tensed muscles. Ramuz took a deep breath as she felt the throbbing in his member dissipating. He leaned over her, running his hand through her tousled hair, her eyes slowly opening.

“Did you get enough, little human?” he inquired, rubbing his thumb over her cheek. She struggled to catch her breath and nodded. Ramuz appeared content with her exhaustion. After a moment, and despite it breaking her heart, he separated himself from her, feeling a stream of milky fluid oozing from between her legs, making her groan.

Once he was done, he leaned over and grabbed the edge of the towel, cocooning her in it. She blinked slowly, like she was ready to slip into sleep, as he observed her once tensed muscles relax and the subtle rise and fall of her chest.

“Once you regain your composure and get dressed, we can go home if that is what you would like,” he said. Breathlessly, she nodded.

Leaning in, he planted his lips onto her forehead and pulled her close, ensuring the towel was tucked into her sides to assure her comfort. Little did he know it was not the towel keeping her warm but the memory of their passionate actions together.

Chapter 17

Ramuz

When they got home, they curled up in bed together and didn’t stir until the morning. The flight home made his heart flutter as he held his human close, never wanting to let go after their incredible time together near the stream. Ursulette appeared content as well, which only made things better. Everything was perfect for the time being. He had his human, and she did not have to worry.

Ramuz awoke to a familiar voice in the kitchen, more distressed than usual. He rolled over, realizing she was not there. A pang of sadness hit him, wishing to wake up to her shining, sleepy face. He would have to settle for the next best thing, crawling out of bed and seeing her. She would be drowsy and would greet him with one of her soft smiles—if only she weren’t muttering to herself.

With a stretch, he tossed his legs over the side. As he stood up, her voice still did not stop. He was sure it was Ursulette, but what she was doing or why she was talking like that perplexed him.

Wandering down the hall, he stepped into the kitchen, her form coming into view. She was whispering to herself in a hushed manner, pacing back and forth in front of the counter. It made him grin ever so slightly.

“Hello, my treasure,” he trilled. Ursulette looked up, her movements stopping, eyes going wide. Not with fear, but with another emotion he couldn’t quite place.

“Oh gods,” she gasped. His face twisted with confusion, his tail swishingwith curiosity. Before he could speak, she muttered another phrase. “We were together yesterday, weren’t we?” Ramuz nodded. Her face grew bright with blush, and she ran her hand through her dark hair nervously.

“Oh, gods, I’m terrible. I can’t believe I did that,” she said, her words practically falling from her lips. Ramuz took no offense in her assertion, knowing it was just another one of herself-consciousfits. “I shouldn’t have—Oh gods, I’m going to hell. They’re going to burn me at the stake for this. I—”

“Ursulette,” he interrupted, knowing she was panicking. Her stare stuck to him. He took a stride forward, his body now against hers, gazing into her eyes. He embraced her, pressing her head onto his chest.

“No one is going to hurt you. They will have to take me to my dying breath to do that,” he said, stroking the back of her head. “You are thinking too much, being self-conscious again.” He clicked his tongue in a disapproving manner. “Just like I told you not to.”

“You’re right,” she said against him, her tense body finally relaxing. He began combing out her frazzled hair. Her breathing slowed. “Though you must understand how unusual this is.” Her voice was now smooth and calm. He was happy he could lower her to such a state.

“I understand,” he said, her warmth sending him into bliss.

“It is unheard of—”

“Taboo.”

“More than taboo, Ramuz. They will kill us.”

“Do not be ridiculous. There is nothey, and they will not harm us even if there was. I will be sure of it.” Her face twisted like she was thinking. If there were survivors, the least of their concerns would be what their outcast was doing with a gargoyle. They would be more focused on basic survival—if there were any of them left. Of course, he would never say that to her. It could break her heart.

“I suppose… But still, it’s taboo nonetheless.”

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