Chapter 15

15

When I arrived back at my home, the silence felt suffocating. The absence of noise was almost worse than the haunting voice that had followed me. I had been afraid of it whispering dark promises in my ear, but now that it was gone, an unsettling quiet settled around me. It felt as though the air had thickened, leaving me in a void where shadows danced just beyond my sight.

Every creak of the floorboards and rustle of the wind outside felt amplified, each sound a reminder of my isolation. I pressed my hands against my temples, trying to drown out the echoes of what had just transpired, but the silence only heightened my anxiety, making me wonder what would come next in this bizarre and terrifying turn of events.

I sank into the couch, my body trembling from the adrenaline and fear. Desperation clawed at me as I fought to pull the fragments of my research from memory. I scrambled to open my laptop, fingers shaking while I typed "bird-man deity" into the search bar, my heart racing with each click.

Images of ancient statues and illustrations of the Karura warriors flooded the screen, their fierce bird-like features both captivating and unsettling. One fan-created image in particular caught my breath—a figure with glowing eyes, standing amidst swirling flames. It was a haunting reflection of what I had seen tonight… and possibly my dreams.

In that moment, something clicked, a new level in my mind unlocked, feeling the pull of something deeper, a connection I couldn't yet understand.

"Why now?" I whispered to the empty room, scanning the legends for clues that might explain the voice that still echoed in the back of my mind. What did it mean that I felt both drawn to and terrified of this figure? Each new piece of information felt like a puzzle that was only just beginning to take shape, and I was desperate to find the answers before the silence swallowed me whole.

The night dragged on, and sleep eluded me. I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, the pendant on my nightstand feeling metaphorically heavier than usual. My mind raced with thoughts and possibilities. How was I supposed to defend myself against a deity?

My sanity must be unraveling. How else could I explain the strange calm that washed over me in the wake of such chaos? Just moments ago, I had been gripped by fear, my heart racing with every thought of that bird-like figure and his haunting words. But now, nestled in my sheets, a disconcerting serenity seemed to settle in. I felt like I was floating in a pool of still water, detached from the world around me.

Was this dissociation?

Why was I so calm all of a sudden? Was I simply too exhausted to feel anything more? Or was it denial creeping in, an attempt to shield myself from the overwhelming reality that I was somehow entangled with a deity? I couldn't tell if this tranquility was a gift or a curse, a moment of clarity or a dangerous illusion.

I let out a shaky breath, running my fingers through my hair, trying to gather my scattered thoughts. Maybe this was just my brain's way of coping with the impossible. After all, who wouldn't want to step back from the edge of terror? Yet, the deeper I delved into that notion, the more I felt a tightness in my chest. What if this calm was just the eye of a storm, a deceptive pause before catastrophe erupted once more?

The questions swirled around me, echoing the haunting voice from before. I was caught in a strange limbo—part of me wanted to dive into the depths of this mystery, while another part was desperate to escape it entirely. My reality felt like a fragile illusion, and beneath that calm surface, I was sure anxiety simmered, waiting for the right moment to strike.

"What do you even do in that situation?" I mused aloud, my voice barely above a whisper. "Do you negotiate? Offer something in return?" The absurdity of the idea made me chuckle darkly. What could I possibly offer a being that existed beyond time and space?

I thought about the stories I'd read—heroes wielding weapons forged in the fires of creation, invoking ancient rituals to ward off spirits. "Great, Mae," I scoffed at myself. "What are you going to do? Throw a few candles around and hope for the best? I don't even own any candles."

"Maybe I should just find a way to ignore him," I reasoned, but deep down, I knew that wasn't an option. This wasn't a simple annoyance; it was a force that felt destined to disrupt my life.

I tossed and turned, my thoughts spiraling into a chaotic whirlpool. What was happening to me? Was it even possible to feel both terrified and irresistibly drawn to someone at the same time? I questioned my sanity again. The idea of a divine warrior's pursuit—following my soul through countless rebirths—felt too surreal to fully grasp.

That was what the voice was hinting at, wasn't it? It was the only explanation that made sense amidst the swirling confusion.

The memory of the deity's gaze, his intense and burning eyes, haunted me relentlessly. Those eyes seemed to hold the weight of centuries, a deep well of yearning and pain that spoke to something buried within me. His presence was a tempest of emotions—fear, longing, and an undeniable, almost magnetic attraction the longer I let it linger in my mind .

How could I reconcile the horror of his arrival with this inexplicable pull? My heart raced, replaying the moment in my head, trying to untangle the conflicting feelings. It felt as if the universe was threading our destinies together, each strand vibrating with a resonance I could scarcely comprehend. The fear I had felt earlier began to mix with a strange excitement, igniting a flicker of curiosity.

"It's definitely the dry spell messing up your mind, right now," I grumbled, running a hand down my face.

Was I truly meant to confront this being, or was this all just a figment of my overactive imagination? The boundaries of reality seemed to blur with each passing second. The questions clawed at me, pulling me deeper into a rabbit hole where myth and reality intertwined. I couldn't ignore the tug in my gut.

As my weariness began to seep into my bones, my hand crawled between my legs desperate for some sort of serotonin to balance my body's chemicals.

I bit my lip, wondering if I was going mad while I touched myself to thoughts of something that should frighten me. But with wings like a bloodied angel, how could I not try to imagine what it would be like?

I was no stranger to monster smut books, getting my rocks off with non human beings more than I should. And tonight, with the residual effects of the adrenaline lingering…

I whimpered when I realized my panties were soaked through, my finger circling over my clit in a familiar rhythm. My body quickly heated up, making me throw the sheets off. I opened my legs further, kicking off my panties.

The climb toward ecstasy was faster than I anticipated, my hand familiar with all the planes of my erogenous zones. Massaging my breast and tugging my nipples, my fingers quickened their pace, slipping over my skin.

"I shouldn't be so turned on like this," I moaned at a particularly sensitive pass of my fingers. Dipping the tip of one in my entrance, my hips began to undulate in response.

"God, what would a divine cock feel like?" I whispered, pressing my face against the pillow, panting.

My imagination flooded my mind with images that threw me over the edge, having me scream into my pillow to muffle the sound while I climaxed harder than I ever had with self-pleasuring.

The waves that came after were as powerful as the initial crash, leaving my heart hammering against my chest, my mouth gaping open and my nipples feeling tender against the smooth sheets.

I whimpered as the aftershocks finally made way for mercy, bringing up my finger into my mouth for a taste.

The shot of serotonin did its job as my lids quickly felt heavy, the darkness pulling me into the land of slumber. The dreams that greeted me were ones that took me right back to the sexual high as large hands roamed my skin, caressing the arch of my back and massaging my ass.

A heavy weight pressed down on me while the whispers of something softer floated around the edge of my vision. Hips and a hard cock undulated against my ass. I peeled my lids open slowly, finding myself lost in an expanse of satin sheets similar to the one on my bed.

I panted as my pussy pulsed with want, begging to be filled by whoever was behind me. I clawed at the sheets, my fingers hitting a few random soft loose feathers, whimpering, softly pleading to be fulfilled.

The being behind me trapped my hands beneath his as the tip of his cock ran up the seam of my ass and down again, making me whimper.

"Don't tease me," I breathed before biting my lip and closing my eyes against the feeling of his ridges against my sensitive flesh.

A wet tongue trailed along the slope of my shoulders toward the crook of my neck where something hard pressed against me, making me shiver. I didn't expect the purr to rumble through my very being, hypnotizing me in uncontrollable lust.

"What have you done to me?" the masculine voice groans and my skin pebbles at the sound of his pain.

"The same thing you're doing to me. Stop teasing me!"

He chuckles and runs his cock between my legs, making me scissor them in hopes of more friction where I was more sensitive during a haze like this.

"You look so precious when you're needy," he breathes behind my ear.

How can he show so much restraint when it feels like the room is about to burst into flames and consume us alive?

When he twists his hips, hitting more erogenous zones, I mewled, arching my back. His hand travels from mine and touches me in all the places I ache as if he could read every nuance of my reactions, as if he had memorized them.

Unable to take the teasing, I grab his cock and he hisses. Redirecting where I wanted it to go, I groaned in both pleasure and pain when the head of his cock breaches me, threatening to split me in two.

"I loved watching you prepare yourself for me. But Mae, let me warn you, I won't be able to stop, not now," he growls against my shoulder blades.

"Maybe I don't want you to stop," I panted, wanting to push him to fulfill his promise.

And he did not disappoint.

With a hard thrust, he buried himself inside of me to the hilt and began a brutal pace that threatened to knock the air out of my lungs despite the softness of the sheets.

My hair bounced and occluded my vision as he growled and snarled, his hips brutalizing my womb until my body fully submitted to his invasion.

I yelped when his strong arms twisted me with his cock still buried inside of me, placing me on top of him to ride.

Lost in my carnal hunger that took over all my senses, I planted my hands on his chest and began to grind myself against him in all the nasty, selfish ways I had been craving since his initial tease. The ridges of his cock scraped against my flesh deliciously as my pleasure climbed to a height that frightened me. His grip on my hips tightened as my pussy fluttered around him, close to the edge. Right before I was about to get to the finish, he flipped us again, landing on top of me, forcing my knees to my shoulders as he pushed me over the edge with his savage thrusts.

I cried in ecstasy as he continued his pace until he reached his own finish with a snarl, filling my womb.

My cheeks were wet with tears by the time his body fell on top of mine while we both attempted to catch our breaths in this weird dreamscape.

As dawn broke, my mind slowly returned to my previous night's thoughts about trying to understand what was happening and why.

My body ached like I had run a marathon, and when I tried to turn over, I realized…

…there was a large body draped over me with blood-red wings.