Page 6 of Sins of the Stone

He wondered if it felt the same as his coarse locks. Yet, he could not indulge in her beaming face since the encounter as she locked herself away. She didn’t appear sad very often, but then again, he could never know. Only after these confrontations did she cry in solitude, and he wanted nothing more than to wipe her tears away and tell her that their cruelty was unearned. But it would never happen.

They were different; he was a monster, a creature, grotesque, frightening. She wouldn’t understand that he was not here to bring harm, let alone that he cared about her. His existence would have to be a secret. It would cause him much melancholy, but it was all he could do.

She spent her previous days creating beautiful garments to sell in the small square of the village. Sometimes, she received special visits and requests for her clothing. Occasionally, she would make a little toy and leave it at a building of unknown purpose. She didn’t think anyone saw, but he did. All he knew was that no one else left gifts for others, and that drew his eye.

It brought him great pride to know she was so talented as to be able to make a living from her craft. He knew that most of the females in her village owned one of her products, even if they didn’t want to admit they purchasedit fromthe strange woman. It was a phrase he had heard from the others more times than he could count.

Peeking through her window, he spent the day watching her delicate fingers bringing different fabrics together and turning a roll of colorless cloth into a vibrant dress with various handcrafted dyes. He knew with his bulky hands he could never achieve such finesse. Watching her was like a musician performing an opera of silk, all brought together in an elegant symphony of fabric. He could get lost in the rhythm of her stitches if he wasn’t careful.

Once she finished her garment for the day, she cleaned up her table and wandered into the bathroom. His eyes followed her from the outside. He scratched at one of the horns protruding from his skull, waiting for her return.

Her house was more on the outskirts of the tiny village, but he still didn’t want to make much movement, fearful of attracting prying eyes. His tail swished between his legs, restless from his time at her window. But he would spend a million more days there to see her brilliant smile again.

Footsteps tore his attention back to her interior. There was a slight pep in her step, making his heart swell. He was glad she brushed off the incident from before. His ridged brow pinched, curious about what she intended to do next. His gaze locked on her form.

She sat down on her bed, taking a breath. She pulled out a book, curling up on her bed, her nose buried in a novel she had pried from under her pillow. He observed her cheeks growing rosy as she read on. The color was something he enjoyed.

As the time passed, he noticed her shifting with discomfort, along with her lip being sucked in between her teeth. The action only egged his curiosity on more. Noticing all of her little mannerisms made him more than familiar with her. It was something different, and he couldn’t put his finger on it. But what she did next set his intrigue on fire.

His eyes grew wide as she set the book down in a huff, slipping the bookmark between the pages. After taking a breath, she gripped the hem of her dress and peeled the article off. He had little knowledge of what humans looked like beneath their clothing up close, and seeing this one—hisfavorite—completely exposed made his insides swirl with a hunger he had never felt before.

Shortly after, she lost her lower garment. His head filled with emotion, ebbing and flowing like waves washing away a shore. Passion, desire, shame, and curiosity all circled together, making his chest feel tight. He wanted to grant her the privacy she deserved, yet a suffocating force kept his eyes locked on her. The gods themselves could not tear his gaze away.

His voyeurism continued, watching her hands gliding over her plush body. He licked his lips, watching her gentle fingers tease the rounded parts on her chest, the tips pale pink, erect, as she pinched. Holding his tongue between his teeth, he fought the urge to leap through her window and take her bud in his mouth himself.

This is wrong,he thought.

If he were found, she would despise him. He wouldn’t blame her, either. Humans had a curious angst about nudity, and in her eyes, he would be committing a sin against her. Though his intrigue was too much, and he continued to observe. Her fingers continued, popping the digits in her mouth, gathering her saliva on the tips and bringing them to the space between her legs.

Ramuz’s mouth fell open. He could see a bright pink organ, her fingers caressing it with her moist tips. Her was mouth round, as if ready to accept his stirring member slowly slipping from his seam. He placed his hand over his budding organ to persuade it to disappear. Of course, his primal urges would not allow him to do such a thing. He never imagined seeing his human like this. As she circled her little swollen bud, her slit shone against the candlelight.

He could smell her arousal even through the glass, as if her hex was hypnotizing him,begginghim to pin her down and fill her empty body with his affection. Balling his fists, his claws pierced his palms to prevent his primal urge from taking over. She would be at his mercy if he were just a tad less controlled.

She continued to taunt him with her blushing face and soft body, all radiating a musk that drove him wild. Her fingers gently circled the spacebetween her legs, centering on the bud at the top. With her face swirled with pleasure, her eyes disappeared into the back of her head as if possessed.

Her legs began to quake as she drew herself into a climax, his throbbing member pounding the need for her into his head. A spritz of her liquid arousal dampened her fingers, sending his hand once more to his crotch. She was muttering something, lost in an ocean of her imagination.

“More, please,” she begged. The glass muffled her voice, but he could clearly tell what she was pleading for. How badly he wanted to appease her desires, but he would have to settle for observing her outside her window like a deviant. If this was what that title entailed, he would carry it proudly.

Her hand slipped under her mattress, pulling out a strange object. Taking the item in her hand, she placed the end between her legs. His stomach lurched, knowing fully well what she would do next. He was unfamiliar but not stupid.

“I will give you more, little human,” he murmured, his claws digging into his hip, drawing blood. She would not hear his words, but this was as close to the real thing as he would get. The tips of her fingers worked the phallus into her center, another finger penetrating her lower puckered hole, her face twisting with surprise as both of her tight spaces were filled. He wondered if she dreamed of being with monsters—if that was even a fantasy humans would entertain.

His body was rocking along with her movements as she propped her legs up. If he could, he would go in there and assist her to another climax, then show her how he would do it for her himself. Their movements were in sync, his claws digging into his flesh so hard that it made his teeth almost grind into dust. Her arousal was stronger now, and he could sense she was close to another finish.

With her free hand gripping the sheet below, her back arched as she worked another climax out of her trembling body. Never before had he engaged in such depravity, such disrespect, but the sight pulled him into a world he hadn’t experienced. He glanced back up at his human, her face pink, her chest rising and falling, the object slipping between her legs. After a moment, she gathered herself, setting the thing to the side and wrapping herself in herblanket. Her head bowed in what he thought was shame.

“Ugh, I’m disgusting,” she muttered, barely loud enough for him to hear. Never before had he resonated with such a phrase. However, all he wanted to do was cradle her and explain how much he disagreed with her words.

After some time, she fell asleep, her candles burning into a smolder. Ramuz was contented with her safety for the evening, heading off to his home to slumber for the night. In the morning, he would return. However, he knew it would be a challenge to sleep thinking about what he had just witnessed. He knew now exactly what he felt for her—desire.

Chapter 6

Ramuz

The next day came and went without event. His human worked on her craft most of the day, finishing a frilled dress before grabbing a book off her shelf. She plopped down onto her bed, wrapped in a blanket and peeled open the pages. He hoped that after she finished reading, she would indulge sinfully like she did the previous night.

Though that was the first time he had seen her do such a thing since beginning his observation, he feared it would be some time before witnessing it again. Part of him was relieved—he didn’t want to feel that shame again. The other, more primal part of him felt his mouth water at the prospect.

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