She's My Prey Episode 7

Chapter 1

SADIE

The bathroom is quite lovely, large with a deep soaking tub. There are shelves crowded with jars of bath salts and oils, along with plenty of fluffy cloths to dry with. A fresh dressing gown hangs off the back of the door.

Jorban and Garagal really seem to take their job of giving aid to others seriously. It’s strange though, that they seem particularly interested in Renem and me. I’m grateful for their help but I wish they would be a little less mysterious. I’ve had enough of others holding things over my head.

And frankly, I’ve had enough of others dictating my fate as well. The elves who kidnapped me tried to hurt me. I’m sick of feeling like a helpless victim. The only person who has never made me feel like I was incapable of holding my own is Renem.

It’s been such a welcome change too, being around someone like him. Even with his comments about my blood calling to him and his declaration that I am his mate, he’s never made me feel like an object to be owned.

Not like Indor.

It’s strange. I find myself thinking back to how I compared them before. Indor is objectively handsome with regal features and noble blood. Renem, when I first met him, frightened me with his appearance. From his skeletal form to the way he wore the tattered clothing of his victims, he gave every impression of being a monster.

Yet, Indor is the one who tried to force me to be his unwitting companion while Renem has done nothing but try to protect me and care for me. The real monster is the one in fine clothing, surrounded by luxury and wealth.

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder—as we were taught at the academy—then with every passing day, Renem has grown more handsome to me, more beautiful. I like how his eyes bore into mine, even without pupils, whenever we talk. I like how I can read every emotion in his heart.

He’s intense, in a good way. Thoughtful. Caring. And he’s completely open about who he is. I don’t know if I’m falling for him but I definitely feel like he’s stirring desire inside of me.

And what’s more, I’m alive. I’ve spent so much time being worried about what will happen to me that I barely lived. Spent all day cooped up in my room in the Bordello, or in the library with my books when I was allowed out.

I rarely ventured outside of the Bordello. Maybe a few times for dress fittings or accompanying madam on an errand but for the most part, I lived as a bird in a cage, yearning for freedom.

Well, I’m alive. And I want to keep living. I want to experience life to the fullest and I want to give into my desires for Renem. I bite my lip as I undress, smoothing hands over my body. I’m blessed in the looks department, tall, lithe and doll-like to others. I’ve been told I was beautiful for a long time, by many people. I know that even with my scent being potent to Renem, I’m still attractive to him.

And I’ve learned so much about how to be with men that I might as well use it to my advantage. I want to be with Renem and to please him and to experience all the things I was taught. My desires always felt like a trap to me, something to avoid at all costs.

But now it feels freeing to have desires and want to act on them. It’s as though I’m the woman the Bordello always wanted me to be. But this time I’m not being forced to act on my desires—it’s all for myself.

I close my eyes, reaching out to tweak my nipples, letting out a soft moan at the feeling. My cunt is growing slick and the steam from the bath is making my skin dewy and flushed. I know I make an enticing picture right now.

“Renem, do you want to join me?” I call out softly, through the door. I’m not entirely sure he can hear me over the running water of the tap but within seconds, he’s pushing through the door and standing in front of me.

A smile curves on my lips at the sight of him. He looks confused and frantic. Spending all this time with him has allowed me to interpret his body language and his heart-glow much more easily. I know that he’s probably not very experienced. I’m not even sure waira do much in the way of sexual coupling, but I can see the way his cock strains at the fabric of the tattered pants he wears.

His heart is shining a deep violet color as well, something about it makes me wonder if that means he’s aroused, or signals his lust? Either way, it has me reaching out to gently touch the exposed ribs next to the beating thing.

He watches me intently and I bite my lip again, running fingers over his chest. Even if he’s never done anything like this before, he’s not so innocent now, is he? He wants me and I want him.

“I know what you want,” I tease him, my voice husky with desire.

“What?” he asks, following my movements.

“You’re hard,” I tell him. “Your cock is aroused at the sight of me. I want you.” I tell him, standing on tiptoes to brush my lips against the side of his skull.

Kissing him is a vastly different experience than kissing a dark elf. There’s no mouth, no lips to kiss. Instead, we’ve created our own kind of kissing, which I like much better.

Nuzzling his neck, I press more kisses to his jaw and continue touching everything I can reach, but not quite making my way down to his straining erection.

The bulge it creates looks almost intimidatingly large. I’m not scared to see it but I do know I’m not quite ready to go there just yet.

I want to work my way up to it.

Renem seems to get the hint after a few beats and begins to nuzzle and caress me back, the two of us standing close together while the bath continues to slowly fill in the background. His large hands find my breasts again and he presses curious fingers to them. I find it sweet how enamored he is of the differences in our bodies.

He seems enchanted to see them in the bathroom now, exposed to the air, nipples stiff as stone. “My body doesn’t have a cock,” I tell him, voice low. “But this is how it shows my arousal. My nipples get stiff, first of all,” I whisper.

He can’t look away from me. He’s hanging on my every word. I suddenly understand what I didn’t before. The Bordello was a terrible, cruel place but the one thing they did do right was teach us how to have power and how to use that power. It’s intoxicating, knowing that I can bring grown men to their knees this way.

If I had chosen that life, would it have worked out for me once I realized my power? Probably not, because as powerful as I feel now, I wouldn’t have recognized it with anyone but Renem. He’s given me the freedom and the consideration to realize my power.

I move my fingers down to his waist, digging into the plush fur there, giving it a few gentle strokes that have Renem shuddering under me. “Feels good,” he grunts and I push him back to sit on the edge of the tub, straddling him.

“Yeah?” I ask, making my voice even more seductive. “Do you want me to make you feel even better?”

“Yes,” he gasps out as I kiss and lick his collarbone. “I want to feel good, Sadie.”

“You’ll feel so good,” I tell him. “I’ll show you how to feel even better than this.”

He’s pressing us together, hips unconsciously rutting against me as the color of his heart pulsates so deep violet that it’s almost black. I stare at it with awe and bring his fingers up, kissing each one individually.

His dark sockets seem to almost shine in the candlelight of the bathroom. I reach out and turn off the tap, realizing that there’s no way we’re going to get a bath now.

“You do things to me,” he says with a growl. “Things that no one has ever done before. How?”

“I’m special,” I whisper, giggling. I’m teasing and hopefully he knows that.

“Yes, you are,” he answers instead, making me blush.

His hands find my own waist and they stroke over it as he takes in the sensation of my soft human flesh under his fingers. I shudder and he changes tactics, his fingers dig into my sides.

This time I let out an unintentional squeak and a giggle. “That tickles!” I tell him.

“What about this?” he asks, moving his hands so he cups my backside, digging fingers in gently.

“I like that,” I tell him, moaning at the feeling of his fingers on me. “Feels so good.”

“What else do you like?” he asks, nuzzling my neck with his head.

I moan again and push away gently to stare at him. “I can tell you,” I say. “But I’d rather show you.”

“Oh?”

“Yes,” I smile. “You know, I wonder...what other colors can your heart glow?” My mind drifts to the thought of what color his heart will look like when he’s coming inside me.

“Hmm?”

“I want to be with you, intimately. I want to have sex with you. Take me to the bedroom, Renem, and I can show you just how good the two of us can feel.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice before he’s scooping me up and carrying me off.

And I wonder what kind of night I’m in for with a wild waira as my lover.