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The Darker Side Of Me

Summary: It's Tamlins first Calanmai since the war and after years of living as a beast, he finds he prefers to stay that way.

TW: Calanmai magic COULD make it seem dub/con (I was struggling with that aspect and if someone else wants to re-do this prompt, they are welcome to.). A monster having fun in all the usual ways.

Even during the reign of Amarantha, Calanmai was held faithfully every year. If ever there had been a time to halt it, it ought to have been during those fifty years. It seemed odd that the High Lord, having escaped so much adversity, would finally quit when his fiance decided she preferred Night to Spring. No one knew what to make of it. Lucien Vanserra had taken over one year—a year widely regarded by the locals as the beginning of the drought.

After five miserable, grueling years, a notice was sent across Spring. The High Lord would participate once again. Messengers were sent, looking for the most beautiful maidens in the villages as Tamlin no longer had a court to choose from. Anyone with a daughter or sister or even wife that was chosen might garner favor in this new regime.

Of course, none of that mattered to Adelina. Without a father or a brother to watch out for her, there was no one to volunteer her, either. She watched from the window of her shop, tying ribbons around little parcels of cheese she meant to send out in baskets later. In the fifty years she’d been alive, she’d never once participated in the revelry of Calanmai. She might have been considered an anomaly had anyone known. Her parents died beneath the mountain, leaving her a mere child forced to rely on the kindness of the people around her.

Some wounds never healed quite right. Sometimes, when Adelina heard the whisperer mutterings of the High Lord prowling the woods, more beast than anything, she wondered if he, too, wasn’t plagued by the same awful nightmares that dragged her from an otherwise peaceful sleep. Of course, he’d been given a comfortable bed and she’d had to carve out a space on a dirt floor and hope she didn’t wake next to a corpse.

But still, scars were scars no matter how you got them. If the High Lord was putting himself together, that could only mean hope for the rest of them. The land had been dry, the soil miserably devoid of nutrients. The sky refused to pour—practically unheard of for Spring—and more than a few people had defected for Summer and Autumn’s more forgiving borders. Adelina practically lived between Spring and Summer. She’d narrowly avoided Hyberns marching army and their path of destruction. Her life had been spared but her home had not.

It was the first year she had anything stable and safe to truly call her own. She’d worked carefully, making her own cheese from a few sweet cows and three fat sheep. She hoped to expand her little farm so she could sell meat but that, of course, was entirely dependent on rain and wheat. She struggled as it was to keep everyone fed. Adelina was luckier than most. She had coins saved, stored beneath the floorboards of her parents' old cottage that she’d found when they’d been freed from beneath the mountain. She’d kept them close, spending them only when she had to and living hand to mouth when she didn’t. It had paid off, though sometimes Adelina felt she was always a stumbling step behind everyone else. They smiled.

They’d moved on.

For Adelina, she was still under that mountain, crying into her knees for parents that were carted away by one of Amarantha’s long-dead cronies. No grave she could mourn, not even a marker that felt right. She wasn’t the only one who had lost something but to see how everyone else picked themselves back up, she couldn’t help but feel as if she was the only one whose pain mattered. She couldn’t make herself smile.

With a sigh, Adelina returned to the business at hand, wrapping her cheese and setting it in a blue cloth lined basket. She tied her thick coppery brown hair off her face, expecting more of the uncomfortable, unnatural heat. It had been the same for half a decade. Adelina was nearly out the door when the sound of rumbling thunder stopped her in her tracks. She wasn’t the only one who walked out their door, eyes pointed upwards at a dark sky. A fat drop of rain splashed hard against her nose, followed by another, and another until Adelina was drenched in the first cool Spring rain she’d felt in ages.

It was that moment that convinced Adelina to make the arduous trek to Elsloo. It was the nearest city to the High Lords country estate, nearly packed by the time she arrived. Adelina handed over several gold coins to secure a rather pathetic looking closet being sold as a room.There was a bed, however small, and a bathroom—though it was practically a hose pulled through the wall that she had to stand under and quickly wash herself—and little else.

She’d brought her nicest dress. Seafoam green with off shoulder sleeves and a simple line down her body, Adelina hoped it would be good for whatever she found waiting at Calanmai. The pounding, rhythmic drums began at noon, setting the quiet tavern on edge. The entire city seemed to still, heads all turning towards a valley of grassy green hills. Adelina could scent the magic in the air, bursting bright and metallic on her tongue. She shivered despite herself, swallowing hard against the urge to immediately turn and run for the noise. Something else was begging her to run, though not towards Calanmai but away from it. A hook in her gut tied by a string pulled, urging her to go back home.

She wasn’t one to ignore a warning from the Mother Goddess. Not usually, anyway. Pushed and pulled by magic and the guiding hand of the Cauldron, Adelina felt paralyzed. Hiding had kept her safe for the majority of her life. For Adelina, it was the rain that made her follow the crowd over the beaten path of grass. The High Lord had given her rain and to her, it felt like a sign that superseded everything else. She wanted to watch him choose his maiden, wanted to be a part of the regeneration of magic, even if she merely watched from the outside.

It was far too early to see the High Lord, but not so early that she couldn’t have a drink. Long tables had been set up sporadically for wine and little bits of food. The High Lords magic kept it all replenished even when a group of naughty winged younglings sent several platters clattering to the grass. Overhead, large birds with glittering wings swooped quickly to a tasty snack, sending the little beasts squealing and laughing at the sight. Adelina took only a glass from a golden cup, holding it closer to her chest as she meandered through the crowd. Even in the bright overhead sun, large bonfires had been lit, their curling smoke strangely sweet as it made its way towards the heavens.

The closer it got to dusk, the larger the crowd swelled. Adelina made her way to the cave where beautiful females were already lined with painted bodies and wreaths of flowers adorning their hair. They ignored the waiting males and their leering eyes, hoping to catch whichever fleeing maiden was left unchosen by the High Lord. She didn’t envy any of them though judging by their bright eyes and rosy cheeks, they were excited.

It was an honor to be chosen. Adelina knew that. She wasn’t so ignorant she didn’t know the history of her home. It was her own fear of being seen at all, of being responsible for something as big and important as Calanmai. She knew she would have been too frightened to complete the act, would have done something to send the High Lord howling for the forest again, just as Lady Feyre had.

Adelina moved on, careful to stay out of sight until she was on the outskirts of the excited crowd. The pounding of the drums intensified, not reaching the fever pitch she knew was coming. Magic coiled around her bones, thrumming wildly in her bones. She didn’t mean to feel aroused but didn’t hate the way the slide of her dress suddenly felt good over her warm body or the way the tickling wind slid over her skin. She wasn’t the only one reacting. Some couples, too anxious to wait at all, merely took the ground with a loud shredding of their clothes. Adelina watched curiously, noting the way the male would flip over the female, mounting her hard from behind. If it bothered her, she gave no indication. Neither partner looked entirely coherent. It was magic.

Her attention was drawn towards the path that led from the High Lords manor to the caves. She’d seen Tamlin only once, so far away she might have never seen him at all. She’d given him very little thought over the years. After all, what did the High Lord matter to someone like her? He appeared from the mist, his blonde hair reflecting the dusky orange glow of the setting sun. Pine green eyes swept over the crowd, his face utterly unforgiving. He was passing judgment, she thought, and he disliked what he found.

His bare, muscular chest was covered in blue whorling symbols that told of their traditions, of the hunter who would capture the maiden. The words punctuated the lather strap of his quiver and crossbow, both slung over his broad shoulders. He was magnificent, raw power made flesh. Everyone who saw him paused, falling to their knees. Adelina, too, inclined her head though she was too far away for him to know or care.

He didn’t look at the maidens lining the cave though they could look at nothing else. His boots were the only sound, somehow drowning out the incessant beat of the drums. Adelina’s body seemed to move with him, turning as if moved by large, invisible strings. The High Lord peered into the forest, inhaling deep against the wind. Adelina watched the way his muscles expanded and contracted with fascination. Every inch of him seemed made for this moment, made for the draw of his bow, fingers holding the feathered end of his arrow. His pink lips parted, hand released, sending the arrow screaming past the high slope of his cheekbones for some unseen quarry in the forest beyond.

He didn’t run or winnow. He merely walked, back taut, as he dropped his weapon to the grass as if it were worth nothing to him at all. It was all ceremony she supposed. Some lucky creature raced forward for his weapon, snatching it up before anyone could stop them. Adelina only barely registered the action.

Tamlin vanished into the shadows of the treeline and didn’t return until the sun was gone, leaving only the crackling glow of the bonfires and the star freckled sky above. When he did rejoin them, it was with a dead, bleeding stag over his shoulders. If the weight bothered him, Tamlin gave no indication. She supposed to admit it was heavy was tantamount to weakness.The High Lord could not be weak, certainly not here. Firelight snagged on his sun kissed skin, making him seem otherworldly, a monster more than man.

He dropped the stag at the front of the crowd, proof of his virility, his ability to lead and provide. All that was left was to pick his maiden and complete the ritual. The crowd hummed with excitement at the prospect. Tamlin’s eyes scanned the crowd again, as if he expected to see someone waiting. No one came forward, parting instead so he had a clear path to his cave. He took another deep breath followed by yet another. Something was happening, something she didn’t understand.

A frustrated snarl ripped from his throat, sending those closest to him skittering backwards. Adelina, too, moved further away from the crowd, her heart beating in time with the drums. She shouldn’t have come. Dread curled through her stomach as the High Lord moved, scenting the air for whatever it was he wanted. He walked the winding path for the maidens, each of whom jostled with the others for position. Would he grab the first one or was there some unknown art to Calanmai Adelina did not understand?

He turned his back, head turning sharply when whatever it was he wanted—or whoever he wanted—wasn’t waiting. He snarled around, louder this time. His skin seemed to shimmer in the starlight as if something terrible beast lurked just beneath, aching to come out. Adelina yielded another step when he began making his way through the crowd, his nose firmly pointed in her direction. Covertly, she pressed the long, loose curls of her hair over her face.

He wasn’t looking for her. She was certain he wasn’t. Only, he was moving so quickly and even if he wasn’t…what would happen when he realized whatever he wanted couldn’t be found. What if he did just grab the first person he saw? She was hardly the only female but she was one of the few unguarded by a male.

Adelina did the only thing that made sense to her. He was still so far he hadn’t seen her, likely didn’t know she existed. She could vanish into the woods and spend the night in a tree before returning home in the morning. Grabbing the hem of her dress and wishing she’d worn sturdier shoes, Adelina took off. She was careful not to sprint—any male that saw her might take her up on the challenge. It was instinct to chase after a fleeing female and tonight, when mating was so clearly on everyone's mind, Adelina didn’t want to seem tempting at all.

She made it to the forest with a crunch of her shoe. She cringed at the sound of the snapping twig, swallowing hard as she plunged deeper into the shadowy trees. The sound of the drums seemed dull here, as if some kind of magic was blocking them entirely. It set Adelina on edge as she crept, careful to make no noise as she went.

She was looking for a tree where she could hide. She’d found a particularly large one and despite the way the rough bark bit against the soft skin of her palm, Adelina began hauling herself upwards. The wind blew gently, bringing the sweet scent of lilac mingled with something more masculine—cedar, perhaps? “Maiden,” a rough voice crooned. Adelina’s foot slipped on the branch she was about to climb up, leaving her hanging ten feet in the air. “I can scent you.”She was being hunted. Adelina scrambled, dropping as quietly as she could to the branch beneath rather than noisily fall to the ground. She held the rounded body of the tree she sought refuge in and tried to calm her frightened breath.

“Come out so I might taste you.”The hook in her stomach tugged, urging her to go down. The voice fluttered over the cool wind, making it impossible to tell which direction the male was coming from. Adelina crouched on her branch, eyes scanning for the threat. Could he climb? And even if he could, would he be able to get both her and himself down?

There was no sound at all, setting her whole body on edge. She had the distinct impression he could see her, watching from the distance, waiting to see what she might do next.

“Go home,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I am no maiden tonight.” A low rumble of laughter snaked over her spine, the sound darker than the angriest thunder. “I have been waiting for you. Come down, maiden.”

“I won’t,” she replied, her knees shaking so hard she was certain she might fall. He could see her. Where was he? It was reckless to jump. “Show yourself.”

Glowing green eyes flashed like stars, just long enough for Adelina to gauge the direction she needed to go in order to avoid him. She leapt from the tree, feet hitting the ground roughly before she took off in a sprint. Behind her, the resulting roar of fury shook the treetops over head and likely rattled the stars. She knew who pursued her now—only male had eyes like that.

There was no outrunning him. Adelina wasn’t stupid. He’d catch her and drag her back and she’d go silently—to kick and scream and cry would be seen as dishonorable. It didn’t stop the fear coursing through her veins or her pumping legs. She couldn’t hear him behind her at all, the consummate hunter.

Adelina had the distinct feeling she was being herded when trees began to fall, leading her in a very specific direction. He was toying with her, playing a little game. Letting her wear herself out while directing her exactly where he wanted. It was working. Sweat coated her face, sliding down her back and even the cool night air did little to help. Adelina skittered to stop when she saw the thinning trees and the light of the bonfire. He’d taken her closer, had merely rerouted her back to the celebration, to the cave he’d eventually drag her towards.

Adelina looked upwards at the sky, forcing herself to breathe. “You have the most delicious scent,” Tamlin’s voice murmured from the darkness. She could feel his eyes on her back, waiting to see what she might do next. “Do you taste as good as you smell?”

“I…” she didn’t know what to say to him. He was High Lord. He could have what he liked. Even her, if that was his choice. She took a breath.

“You smell like pure, undiluted sunlight,” he continued, his voice creeping closer. “I haven’t felt the sun on my face in years. I will feel you, though.”

“What of the others…they were willing—” “Your wet cunt speaks of your willingness,” he interrupted impatiently.

Adelina took a careful breath before turning. She expected to see the same towering male as before, maybe crowned and definitely painted. What she found was a beast that stood a few inches taller than herself, golden furred and horned. It was him—she noted the way his muscles shifted beneath that sun kissed hide. It was impossible to mistake the power and magic radiating off him. Adelina yielded a step, falling backwards in her surprise.

“Like this?” she asked. She had just assumed it would be the male who fucked, not the beast. He dug his claws in the earth, his Fae eyes tracking her every breath.

“Yes, maiden. Like this, out here, so I can be assured when I take you to my cave there will be no resistance.” “And if I promised to go willingly?” she asked, heart pounding in her throat.

“I am far too tempted now. Not after your sweet chase.”

It wasn’t that she’d never had sex before. She had once or twice, looking to scratch an itch if only to help her sleep at night. But Calanmai was different, was something different from a quick tumble in a rural barn. Even then, facing down the monstrous High Lord, it was easy to see there was little awareness beyond his own need gazing back at her. He’d rut her like an animal over and over. Adelina couldn’t pretend the thought hadn’t become enticing. Magic swept through her own blood, keeping her standing before the High Lord, eyes wide as she waited. A breeze caught her hair, drifting the long strands across his face. He growled softly with approval, reaching a clawed paw as big as her face for the hem of her dress.

“Wait—” it was too late. Tamlin ripped the fabric down the middle, revealing the length of her tanned, freckled body.

“Take it off,” he demanded. She couldn’t disobey a command from her High Lord even if she’d wanted to…and strangely, Adelina didn’t. She slid each ribbon from her shoulder, letting the wind take the fabric away until her body was barred before him. She trembled beneath his gaze, waiting for him to find fault. Surely a male as lovely and powerful as Tamlin, had seen females that made her look like little more than dirt beneath his shoes.

He inhaled again, dipping his head to trail his cool nose over her skin. His thick, pink tongue darted from beneath two rows of sharpened, pointed teeth, licking the salt from her chest as if she were a meal. Adelina’s breath snagged in her chest when his mouth slid over her breasts, dragging his rough tongue back and forth until her nipples were hardened peaks. Adelina panted, knees shaking. Was it wrong to like him this way?

Tamlin continued his slow descent, avoiding the soft thatch of hair above her pussy for her thighs. “Have you been fucked before?” he asked, nose buried just beneath her slick core, nuzzling the skin gently.

“Yes,” she admitted, wondering if he would prefer she lied. He huffed a snort of approval, perhaps deciding it was better to not have to go slow or soft.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he demanded, his eyes never leaving her face. He took one last inhale of her cunt before stepping back. Heart pounding, Adelina did as she was told. What good was fighting when she was already kindling with heat. He’d find her, would track her all night if he had to.

The magic demanded this coupling and though she tried so hard to avoid him, he’d chosen her anyway. To resist him would be tantamount to spitting in the face of the Mother Goddess. So Adelina, more nervous than she’d ever been in her entire life, slowly slid to her knees, hands digging in the soft, cool earth beneath her. Tamlin powled behind her. With a rough motion, he used that same paw to spread her legs wide, causing her cheek to press against soft leaves and grass. Adelina inhaled the scent of the moistened earth, made so by a very recent rain. It was all so primal, her backside exposed to the predator High Lord intent of making her his own, if only for the night.

For a moment it was only the air tickling her skin, making her feel a stolen sort of pleasure. Tamlin kept so far she couldn’t feel his breath. She nearly turned to look, afraid he’d prowled off in favor of someone else. Now that she was positioned, she wanted to sink into madness, if only a little bit. Tamlins nose slid between her legs, inhaling her scent again. Adelina gasped when his tongue licked the length of her body, moving over her clit with skin that roughened skin before dipping into her still wet entrance and finally over his ass. He gave her no time to adjust, working his tongue over her body with a ferocity that ought to have terrified her. It might have, had he been a regular male—after all, in all her little tumbles, not one of her partners had ever been half as intimate. Tamlin licked her like a desperate, wild animal—and she supposed he was. Adelina’s fingers were caked with mud as she looked for anything to grasp onto. Everytime she moaned, he picked up the pace, licking faster, alternating between fucking her pussy and ass with his tongue before swirling that flat, broad side of his tongue over her clit. It was enough to drive her to madness.

“Please,” she begged him, just barely able to articulate coherent words at all. He misunderstood what she wanted, his panting breath hot against the backs of her thighs. He wanted her to come against his tongue but Adelina wanted him to fuck her. She wanted to feel him push inside, needed to feel the thick, hot thrusts of his cock. The thought of him over her, claws digging in the same earth her blunt nails were, was enough to make her come undone. Adelina fractured into pieces, screaming so loud she was sure it superseded the drumming behind her.

Tamlin roared, the sound possessive, a wolf’s howl at the moon.

“Please,” she begged again, wiggling her hips. “High Lord—” “Tamlin,” his rough voice interrupted. “Only Tamlin.” A million questions exploded in her mind, each more inappropriate than the last. She never got the chance. Tamlin slid the tip of his cock over her still convulsing pussy, growling softly. “I’ve never fucked a female like this,” he told her. “Do you want to look?”

She did. She knew what males in general looked like and suspected in his regular form, the High Lord looked similar. Larger, perhaps, if the magic blessed him that way, too. Adelina looked over her shoulder at the massive appendage bobbing between his golden furred legs. He wasn’t a male at all, not in any of the ways that counted. Massive and veined and a rounded protrusion between his shaft and balls, Tamlin was truly a beast here. Adelina swallowed as he watched with predatory interest.

She could beg him not to, knowing full well he’d mount her anyway. It would have been a lie besides. She was too far in to deny him now. The best Adelina could manage was a bargain. “I want you to fuck me as the male, too.” “In the cave,” he growled, stepping closer. “Not here.” She nodded. That was more than fine with her. Let the forest conceal all manner of depravity. Idly, Adelina wondered if what they were doing counted at all, or if it were outside of the purview of the regenerative magic. It hardly mattered. Tamlin’s paws slid alongside her belly, pushing her further into the ground so her ass was exactly where he wanted her. His huge, horned head rested over her shoulder, panting softly. She couldn’t help herself—Adelina ran her fingers through his feather soft fur as though he were a playful housecat and not a High Lord possessed with the need to mate.

His cock pressed against her thigh, a warning of what was to come. She had to move her pelvis to line them up correctly. He was unwieldy and huge, his massive body threatening to crush her beneath his weight. There would be no stopping him once he started so Adelina said, “Don’t hurt me.” “It’s going to hurt a little,” he grunted in response. His voice was so Fae, so male. It did not belong to the beast around her. Adelina closed her eyes as he pushed, stretching her further than anyone ever had. She whined, her breath stilling in her chest. She needed a moment to catch her breath but Tamlin clearly could not wait even a few seconds. He roared his pleasure into the whispering forest around them, snapping his hips to drive harder and deeper into his body.

For a moment she was certain the entire thing had been a mistake. The pulsating knot at the base of his cock was demanding entrance, one she was certain she could not accommodate. The size of him made her ache, offering no room for her at all. He was an invader, taking every tiny inch he could until there was nothing left.

“Tamlin,” she begged, forehead pressed against the dirt. He only grunted his response, not slowing at all. She exhaled a breath, slicker than she had been before. Spreading her legs a little wider, Adelina found pleasure had begun to override the pain. He was touching every part of her, rubbing against the sensitive, spongy flesh over and over with his large cock.

She sighed, resting her cheek against his furred paw. Tamlin licked the back of her neck, his hot breath sending a ripple of pleasure down her body. He felt so good. Even his large, heavy body was a good sort of pressure, his fur mingled against her sweat.

The pumping took on a new, more feral edge the longer it went on. Tamlin seemed determined to have every bit of her pleasure, to draw her to heights so big she’d never find satisfaction with anyone else ever again. Adelina suddenly understood why females stood naked outside that cave, jostling for position so he might choose them.

And he’d never fucked anyone like this before. Not his once fiance, not the other courtiers who once populated his court. Only her. She began to meet him thrust for thrust,getting her body used to the size of that knot so when he pushed all of himself in, she didn’t scream with pain but pleasure.

They were building together with each new wet slide of his massive, monstrous cock. Tamlin had dipped his head, eyes rolling back into his skull, pounding against her so hard Adelina’s teeth rattled in her skull. There was no logic to this fucking—they were both wildly out of control, desperate for release.

Adelina came the same moment he forced the rest of his cock inside her. The stretch made her scream, pain mingling violently with pleasure. Tamlin roared again, louder than before, his hips still pushing as if there was anywhere left for him to go.

“Stars,” he swore softly, the words more grunt than anything. “I’m still coming.”

Adelina knew. She could feel the heat of it in her body. She only nodded, her own orgasm rendering her incapable of speaking. Her heart was snapping, wild beat in her chest, thrumming wildly. Tamlin didn’t give her a moment to catch her breath before yanking the thick bulb from her body. Come spilled down her thighs, an impossible amount for anyone female to hold.

Adelina whimpered, her wobbling arms giving out. Tamlin caught her, not as the furred, fanged beast but with the smooth, muscled arm of the High Lord. He slung her upwards, letting her dangle over his shoulder.

“You want the male,” he murmured, legs walking them out of the forest. “You can have the male.”

The drums were as frantic as Adelina was, pounding faster and faster until she began to run her hands over his slick body. The paint was marred by her slick, sweaty body and somehow Tamlin’s cock was rock hard, standing proudly at attention. She’d been right about the magic blessing him—compared to regular men, Tamlin was far longer and thicker than he had any right to be. Not with his casual good looks that made him seem as if Gods walked among them.

As they reach the hilly expanse, Adelina could see what became of everyone else. Bodies writhe on the ground, their moans mingling with the drums to create a heady kind of music. She watched with interest until Tamlin growled a warning.

“Do you like what you see?”

“A little,” she admitted, catching sight of the misty shroud of the cave just ahead.

“Perhaps I’ll leave you to them,” he threatened even as his arm tightened around her back. She dug her nails into the hardened muscle of his abdomen, shaking her head of thick curls.

“Just you—only you.”

“Only me,” he agreed with satisfaction. He stepped through the magic unimpeded. The maidens, having been rejected, had clearly paired off elsewhere. The cave was not quite what she imagined—a palette of fur laid over the dirt floor just beside a stone altar two steps up. Tamlin ignored the furs for the slab overhead, dropping her body atop it like an offering.

“What are you…doing…” she breathed when his mouth practically attacked her pussy, tasting her again, this time as a mere male. Claws unsheathed between his knuckles, dragging along the stone loudly.

“Is this what you really want?” the golden haired male before her asked. How did she admit it wasn’t? Adelina yanked her legs back, sliding off the stone slab to kneel before him in supplication. He was so beautiful like this, a crowned king while she was merely his servant hoping to please him.

His cock twitched in front of her face, his hands reaching for the tangless of her hair when he realized what she meant to do. He could taste the two of them mingled together. Why shouldn’t she? Adelina took a breath, wetting her lips with her tongue before sliding the head of his purpling cock into her mouth. Tamlin groaned, pushing his hips forward so she had to take more of him. This was nothing new, at least. Males who demanded pleasure were easy enough to find. She’d had enough penises bruise the back of her throat. What she typically didn’t get was someone who liked to give as much as he liked receiving. Tamlin had gotten on his knees twice now without having been asked.

He raked his hands through her hair until he was holding her jaw, claws dragging over the sensitive flesh of her cheek. Giving her little chance to draw a deep breath, Tamlin began using her mouth to fuck, pushing his large cock as far into her throat as he could get before pulling out long enough for her to breathe.

“You like the monster,” he panted, sweat dripping down his thighs. “Admit it. You liked it as much as I did. You want it, want to be pinned against the wall until you can think, can’t move…”She whimpered, unable to agree or disagree. Her pussy was wetter than before, practically dripping down her legs.

“Tell me you want the beast, not the High Lord,” he demanded, his claws sharp enough to draw little pricks of blood that ran down her cheek.

She couldn’t say anything, not with a mouth filled with his penis. Adelina moaned instead, eyes locked with his. He knew she did or he wouldn’t be asking and yet some part of her swore she could see the faintest hint of self-loathing looking back at her.

Tamlin shuddered, more come pouring down her throat. She couldn’t swallow it all, not when he came more than any other male she’d ever met. The magic had to play some part in it, she thought as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“I want the beast,” she said with her first gasping breath. Relief flooded his handsome features. He was quick as a flash, hauling her to her feet and shoving her against the rough stone wall of the cave. His breath was hot on her back, his long fingers brushing her hair over her shoulder. “I spent so long this way…I don’t remember how to be anything else.”

She exhaled a breath because she felt the same way, though maybe not literally. She’d been locked inside herself for so long, Adelina hadn’t felt alive in decades. Their eyes met over her shoulder, long enough for Tamlin to grip her by the back of the neck and turn her again, mouth covering her own. Fangs bit into her lips as he struggled to keep the beast at bay. He tasted musky and sweet like her own body, mingled with cedar and grass and something else, something electric and hot. He was lightning and thunder and a soft breeze all mixed together. She could have had him like this for hours, feeling nothing but the slide of his tongue against her own, claiming in a far more sensual way. It couldn’t last, though. His cock was pressed against her belly, leaking fluid against her sweaty skin, bobbing desperately for friction. She was hardly any better. All she wanted was to feel the thickness of him reburied in her, wanted to feel that bright spark of pain when he came. Need was heady, demanding and unyielding. When he turned her again, massive furred paws finding clawed purchase against the rough rockside, Adelina jutted out her ass

A long, furred tail curled around her ankle, one she hadn’t noticed before. Perhaps he’d kept it outside her awareness, concerned too much might alarm her. The tufted edge slid further and further until he was rubbing her clit softly, eliciting a moan that reverberated through the torch-lit space. The heavy tip of his cock pressed against her, sliding in harder than before, if that were even possible. Her loud scream was dulled by the drums outside reaching a fever-pitch, the noise no longer uniform. She couldn’t stop herself from rolling her hips just as Tamlin couldn’t keep himself from thrusting. Pain and pleasure hardly mattered, though they were both racing for mind-shattering orgasms. His tail didn’t stop its ministrations, flicking and rubbing as he pounded back into her.

“This is what you like,” he said, his nose pressed against her neck.

“It’s what you like,” she replied, arching her neck. Fangs bit softly into her skin, hard enough to bruise though not draw blood. She moaned again, moving in time with each frantic, primal thrust.

“I’m not letting you go,” he groaned, tongue lapping the bruise as though he could soothe every hurt. “Even if I have to tie you to my bed.” She moaned at that, imagining every filthy thing he could do to her while she could only beg for his mercy. Tamlin pressed on, pushing deeper, trying to force the knot into her with less pain than before. She wanted to feel him, wanted that stretch, to feel utterly consumed by him. She met him after each thrust, hurtling towards the edge of oblivion with each stroke and each rub of his tail.

Adelina came as she always did with him, bruising her forehead against the rock when he slammed the rest of his cock inside her. She could feel the thrum of his heart in that knotted bit of flesh, pinning her between his body and the earth.

“Mate,” he snarled against the violent snapping in her chest, holding them together. “I scented it when you arrived.”

Adelina couldn’t find the words, could only moan as each new wave of pleasure robbed her of her senses. The drums stopped abruptly, leaving a heavy, empty silence in their wake. Exhaustion poured through Adelina’s body and when Tamlin withdrew a second time with a wet suction of sound, her knees gave way.

He caught her, drawing her gently against his bare, painted chest. Green eyes staring down was the last thing she saw before she drifted into dreamless, dark sleep. How long she was gone or what she did, Adelina couldn’t say. She woke to bright sunlight with a stiff, bruised body. Tamlin sat beside the bed dressed in a fine green and gold tunic. He was rifling through a stack of paper, golden eyebrows knitted together. When she murmured a soft sound of pain, Tamling glanced over.

“You’re awake.” It was hardly a question and still his relief made her feel a little better. It took her a moment to realize she was in his bedroom. The room itself was lovely, painted a soft green with cream trim and draped in gold. Flowers seemed to be cut and set atop every available surface, wafting the sweetest scent of rose and lilies along with a warm, curling breeze.

Mate. They looked at each other and she wondered how it was possible. “I’m awake.” He smiled just a little, cracking that stone face with the same brilliant, golden light flooding into the bedroom. He’d sworn to keep her. She ought to have known the High Lord would keep his word.

“Are you hungry?” he continued, rising from his chair to care for her. She wondered who had ever cared for him? Had anyone?

“Are you?”

Tamlin went still but Adelina was decided. Mates were rare, were special, blessed by the Mother Goddess herself. Who was she to deny this connection? She wanted to care for him, too. Whatever was broken in him was surely broken inside her, too. Perhaps that was what connected them, that pain no one else seemed to recognize.

“Yes,” he managed, his voice rough. Adelina offered him her nicest smile, pushing aside the blankets and dressed in a soft, white nightgown.

“We could go down together?” she suggested shyly. After all, she barely knew him. Tamlin nodded, his shoulder length blonde hair catching in the wind.

“Alright then. Get dressed and we’ll go down.”

Adelina smiled.

She supposed that Calanmai would not be her last. It was merely a warm-up.

And she was ready for whatever came next.

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