Page 108 of A Soul to Steal

“Why did you bring me back to life with you?”

“Because I...loveyou.”

Gideon’s eyelids flickered with life, widening ever so slightly. Yet, the unsettled way his gaze zeroed on his skull made a shiver run down Aleron’s spine.

Without warning, the male stood. He turned to the forest and started to walk, and not in the direction of the town.

“Where are you going?” Aleron asked, rising so he could follow.

“Anywhere. Somewhere.” He threw his head back halfway, but paused as though he didn’t truly wish to look upon Aleron. “Nowhere.”

“I told you, we cannot be apart. You already came back to me. Was that not enough to–”

“I know,” Gideon interrupted.

He knows I will follow.With heavy steps crushing the forest debris, he tilted his head behind Gideon’s back.Does he want to walk, like how he did in Tenebris?

The male had been an unstoppable force. A quiet, thoughtful traveller.

When Aleron went to hold his hand to comfort him in the same way he’d done for him many times during their travels, hoping to remind him of them, Gideon drew it away. He hid it in front of himself.

His blue sight darkened, and the cold pain behind his sternum intensified.He no longer wants to hold my hand or receive my touch.

He rushed forward to be at Gideon’s side so he could look at him, finding he still had the same contradicting pale yet tearful expression. The bottom of Aleron’s orbs broke in sympathy for the forlorn male, for himself, and for the way his entire chest cavity ached from the loss of his cheerful bride.

The silence shared between them for the remainder of the day was lonely, and the longer it persisted, the more it ate at him.

But Aleron continued to follow his bride, hoping Gideon would remember. Hoping he would return to him.

I already miss him.

Gideon let out a mangled groan comprised of both pleasure and distress all rolled into one. Heat swelled around him, from within him, dotting his brow with sweat as he drew closer to the source. A scent, so earthy and musky, attempted to swallow up his senses until it ached within his lungs and mind, spinning and swirling until he greedily huffed it in.

Images flashed behind his closed eyelids, dreams that were difficult to grasp as they swiftly passed. Sounds echoed within Gideon’s conscience, loud for a second before drowning out quietly as a multitude of them blended together. Mild heat swallowed him up, but also radiated from deep within, pounding and pumping until even the images grew murky as his sight wavered.

Seeing through the blurry images left crisp ones that stained his mind.

Something dark, fluffy, and large was below him as he tipped his head to the sky. Suddenly it changed, and he was on his back, gripping fur to stay centred as his legs wound around tighter to make sure the person couldn’t escape.

Two purple lights, made of vortex flames that gave anotherworldly glow, peered down at him. A desirous shiver ran rampant throughout his system from gazing into them.

Once more, the image changed.

All he saw was grass sticking up around his face. Yet, the lack of motion gave way to what he felt. A clawed hand gently cupping his chin and throat, gripping him from behind. An arm wrapped around his middle to hoist his hips up so theirs could meet, slapping hard against his arse. Something had coiled around his hips, and his cock and balls, gripping harder and harder until the person shook and quaked, as Gideon did so in return. His lust-filled huffs were intense, and his groan of deep-rooted pleasure profound.

And yet, true satisfaction never came. There was no release of pressure. Instead, it built and built, until he thought he’d burst.

A skull came down next to his face. Just as he was being licked across the ear and cheek in what could only be affection, the image faded.

Darkness had taken over, except for those glowing purple orbs, as though he was sheltered within something. The glint of a skull was noticeable, as were the slight reflections on the feathers of the creature not only holding him, but fuckingintohim.

A link within his mind snapped into place, and the images replayed until all the facets of the person were put together.

A purple cock with strange, braided textures, and tentacles that liked to cling. Fur that covered the entire body of a monster he was trying to bring closer and closer with each thrust. Feathers that sprouted all the way down their back, as wings flapped behind them. Then the bat skull and goat horns of a Duskwalker he allowed to lick within the crevice of his mouth.

Shit,Gideon cursed, grinding his hard and throbbing cock into his palm. His eyes flickered open to darkness, and he winced.I’m so fucking hard.

He hated it. He hatedwhyhe’d woken up hard, his dick and balls aching for release, and how he ground into his hand in the hopes he’d achieve it – unlike in his dream.

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