21. Yvonne

21

YVONNE

Iwake with the spill of the dawn, a fervent red rushing in through the cavern. I feel surprisingly rested. The turmoil of last night’s discussion rises up in my mind like a tidal wave, and I am once again thwarted by confusion. I roll over and find a still-sleeping Oarus, his expression calm and softened.

I can hear the waves crashing against the shoreline as the sun climbs over the horizon. I keep the blanket pulled up to my face as I watch Oarus, the mighty, mysterious creature of the deep, rest in remarkable repose. It is enchanting to watch him in such peace. He breathes gently, his bountiful chest rising and falling like a quiet metronome of utter tranquility.

As I watch, my heart begins to swell. He has evolved so much since our first encounter. He terrified me then. It is strange to think that now as I lay beside him, having made the cavern not only a shared space but a home of our own.

I roll onto my back and slide my hands along the curves of my body. I have been filling out ever since escaping the mines. I trail along my breasts, which feel firm and full, my skin silky soft from the salty air. Eating consistently has been spectacular. I run my hands down to my thighs and am satisfied by their increasing stoutness.

I cannot recall the last time my body was in its full, natural, voluptuous form. There was a time before the most recent dark elf enslaved me that my captor enjoyed a rotund shape for me. He fed me non-stop. I enjoyed that part, at least. But the rest was still abuse of some kind or another.

I trace along my pelvis, teasing the plush boundaries of my inner thighs. I am not wearing underwear as it is difficult to come by. The lips of my pussy are balmy. I shoot my hands back up over the blanket, shocked and somewhat appalled by how easily I can excite myself.

I smile to myself, then glance over at Oarus. He is a sight to behold. I feel my heart gyrating in my chest as I gaze over his body. The creature is all strength and power.

I sigh and prop myself up on my elbow, careful not to wake him. Oarus does not stir. He continues to breathe softly as I raise a single finger to his face, tracing the contours of his steel jawline. I trail slowly, relishing in each ridge and mound, circling his broad forehead, then exploring the slope of his long, thick neck.

With every touch, my resolve is solidified. My connection to Oarus is irrefutable. And I do believe that I have felt his connection to me, even if it was initially inspired by the prize of my sexual form. He has done everything within him to show that there is more here than a simple carnal victory. If he really only wanted me for that, couldn’t he have just taken it?

My fingers stop their adventure and linger near the top of his armored chest. The scales are iridescent, even in the dim light. The filtering light illuminates the natural blend of aquatic shades that his form can cycle through on any given day – soft teal, turquoise, jade, emerald, harlequin.

I graze the fine, intricate details down his chest, continuing my slow descent. Still, he does not wake. I can feel my body responding to being this close to him. Heat circles my core, a flush dancing down my neck and sneaking between my breasts.

It is so much more than a mere physical allure. It is intimacy that I seek, and it is intimacy that he offers. I must trust in his continued efforts to comprehend how.

I am pulled into the past’s haunting memories. I have been a victim of the whims of men and their counterparts – dark elves, mostly – whose vicious brutality was all I knew in relation to sex. I never longed for it the way I have with Oarus.

My parents were taken from me as a child. Men tried to own me day in and day out. I was numb to any emotion outside of survival. Desire inside me initially felt like a mutation. Thinking of a man’s hands on my body was rather alarming.

Pleasure wasn’t something slaves were taught to engage in. The most pleasure I have ever felt happened on bath day, or in a more microscopic way, the day that master got himself too drunk to get his pathetic cock at attention. That was more of a relief. But savagery returned soon, sometimes twofold due to his own incompetence.

Something tells me, though, that Oarus would be gracious with me. I have seen him glancing at me when he thinks I’m not aware. He appreciates my form, and for the first time in my entire life, I feel like a woman. A fucking magnificent goddess of a woman.

That feeling is strange, but I am going to enjoy it. His comments yesterday gave me a traumatic reaction, and I pulled back, not only to protect my heart but as a means of survival.

Despite his initial efforts toward ownership over me and my body, Oarus has rarely shown a sliver of the cruelty that I have known all of my life. He was open to learning about courtship, he cooked for me, he even took the slights committed against me into his own hands.

No one has ever done that for me. But Oarus is curious at all times, even if it feels intimidating. Even if he doesn’t comprehend the true meaning of intimacy or love.

I watch him continuing to slumber as the realization sweeps through me. Love. I am in love with this sea creature, Oarus, who saved me from a watery death. That is why I cannot pry myself from him. That is why lying here next to him and brushing my fingertips along his corded muscles feels so damn extraordinary.

Love has engulfed my entire being, and there is no escape. A mere few weeks before, I pondered nothing but escape. But Oarus has bewitched me with his dedication, his commitment toward adopting the human way. And I cannot imagine going on breathing without him.

I have a vision of our lives together within a cavern, a far more vast one. One that expands over a tropical ocean where Oarus is free to quench his aquatic appetite at will. I see twilight and dusk, lilac and lavender skies, lovemaking on the sand and ensconced in the warmth of our bed.

My own private, divine, sensual oasis. It is a daydream I haven’t allowed for myself. But here it is, laying before me, asking to be crystallized.

My hand returns to his placid expression, and I place my palm flat against his cheek. The monstrous visage is no longer repulsive. It is unique and beneath his unusual form, I can feel a tender heart beating solely for me.

My own continues to hammer, but in a way that is most delightful.

My breathing increases as I stroke along his chin, whispering into the sea breeze that blows up from the coast.

“Thank you for this, Oarus. I never thought I could feel this way. Thank you for this life. I want to live it together."

I am compelled by my newfound courage and lean forward, planting my lips onto his awaiting cheek. There is so much power behind this kiss. It is laden with my weight of refreshed resolution.

Oarus stirs a little. I lean over to his opposing cheek and kiss that one, too. Eventually, he stirs even more, his eyes fluttering open to reveal those glowing eyes regarding me in the growing daylight.

As always, he appears bewildered. I start to giggle, a sound that is foreign even to my own ears.

“What is wrong?” he asks bluntly.

“Nothing is wrong,” I whisper, my fingers gliding down his chest. “Everything is right. So right.”

Without allowing him to reply, I bring my lips to his. They are soft, and I let out a long sigh of relief. My body melts like butter in the sun.

Oarus doesn’t need any more encouragement. He kisses me back, his passion unleashed, parting his mouth to welcome my exploratory tongue. Our moans and grunts turn feral, echoing against the cavern walls.

Our kiss deepens, and I toss the blanket from my body, making way to climb on top of him and straddle his strong form. He is in shock when I do, his hands taking me by my slim waist as I begin to rock against his swelling member.

He cannot speak as I crush his mouth with my own again. We are entangled as one, the passion overriding any hesitation I had been stuck on for far too long.

Oarus slides a hand between my legs and rubs up against my thigh. We continue kissing as I bring my hand to lay over his own, guiding him downward to plunge his fingers into my need.

I feel him grunt under my lips. It rumbles through me, electrifying my spine. I rise up for a moment while his fingers begin massaging my clit and rip off the long shirt I wear for sleeping.

My breasts feel chilled in the damp cavern, my nipples erect and lovely. Oarus’ expression is one of pure marvel.

“Yvonne, my gorgeous woman…”

I halt his speech once again as I pin myself to him, our kisses ravenous, his touch sending shivers through to my soul.

The waves collide against the rocky shore as our fervency for one another mounts, the intimacy we’ve both been craving finally erupting in spirited, beautiful chaos.