Chapter 16

16

I shot upright with a scream, scrambling and tumbling out of bed with a loud thud, sheets tangling around me. Panic surged through me when I realized I was completely naked, making me scream. I yanked the sheets tighter around myself and backed up against the far wall, my eyes fixed on the non-human figure in my bed.

He groaned, slowly stirring awake, and my heart raced, the remnants of my chaotic dreams slipping away like sand through my fingers, only to crash back like a monsoon storm. The confusion and fear swirled within me, blending with disbelief at the sight before me.

The figure stretched languidly, his avian features softening in the dim light. Noboru. The name echoed in my mind like a haunting refrain. I blinked, half convinced I was still dreaming. But no, the warmth of my cheeks and the chill of the wall behind me were all too real .

"Mae," he murmured, his voice smooth and rich like the silk sheets were fucking on in my dreams, yet edged with something primal. "At last, we meet in this realm."

I squeezed the sheets tighter around me, my nipples hard from the cool air in the room, my heart pounding in a rhythm that matched the panic rising in my chest. "What are you? What are you doing here?" I stammered, trying to keep my voice steady. "You shouldn't be in my—my room!"

My gaze darted to the doors and windows trying to find any signs of his break-in but there weren't any to be found, leaving me more confused than I already was.

He tilted his head, those intense eyes locking onto mine, studying me as if I were a puzzle he was determined to solve. My lips trembled at the fact that he actually has a beak—a beak! He rustled his wings and stretched them out behind him in all their glory, mesmerizing me for a second. I shook my head to keep focus.

"I've come for you, as I always have. For centuries, I've been too late, missing you each time. But when your soul called out to me, I finally traced its signal to this place and time."

I pulled the sheet to my chin. "What are you saying?! That you pinged my GPS location?"

I frantically ran my hands over my body, searching for any sign of an implantation device—a bump, a scar, anything that would explain this madness. What did he mean he traced me?

I squeaked in horror, realizing I had let go of the sheet, leaving me standing completely naked before this stranger, as exposed as the day I was born. I crossed my arms over my body, trying to save what dignity I had left.

He tilted his head as he brought himself to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Stop looking at me like that!" I echoed, disbelief flooding my veins. "You're a deity! A bird-man! This is insane!"

A faint, almost amused smile played on his lips. "I will never stop searching for you, Mae, nor will I ever stop looking at you. Do you have any idea how many eons I've envisioned this moment?" He stood, and my gaze instinctively traced every detail of him. When they landed between his legs, heat rose to my cheeks at the massive thing dangling there. His deep voice snapped me out of my temporary distraction. "Insane? Perhaps. But after enduring the punishments the gods dealt me, there's nothing I wouldn't face just to hold you in my arms again."

A strange mix of confusion and curiosity bubbled inside me. His words, though unsettling, were laced with a sincerity that tugged at something deep within. "You can't just drop something like that on me," I stammered, backing up a little but feeling less afraid. "What do you mean, hold me again? You make it sound like we've done this before."

He stepped closer, the intensity of his gaze unwavering. "In countless lifetimes, we've been connected, Mae. Each time, something has torn us apart. But this time, I won't let it happen again." His voice was soft yet firm, resonating with an ancient weight that left me both intrigued and terrified. "You're beautiful when you're claiming me…"

Wait. What? I thought it was a dream! Who wouldn't take advantage of riding a god in their dreams?! And why was my pussy fluttering, the treacherous thing!

"What does that even mean?" I asked, my heart still racing. "You're saying I'm destined to be with you, like some sort of... cosmic love story? This is all so surreal."

"Surreal, yes," he said, his voice steady yet imbued with a depth that reverberated in my bones. "But also true. We are bound by a thread that transcends time and space—a connection forged through the ultimate sacrifice. I have traversed the eons to find you, to protect you, to awaken the echoes of your true self. You are not merely a passing moment in my existence; you are the essence of my being, the heartbeat of a love that defies the boundaries of reality."

His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, stirring something profound within me. I could feel the weight of history between us, an ancient tapestry woven with threads of longing and devotion. The very fabric of my understanding began to unravel, replaced by the possibility of a deeper truth—a truth I had never dared to consider until this moment.

Was this why I couldn't connect with anyone despite my efforts?

The gravity of his words settled in, leaving a nagging feeling in my chest. What did it mean for my life, my choices? Was I really tangled in some kind of celestial fate? I felt a shiver run down my spine, half from fear and half from an inexplicable thrill.

His gaze softened, and for a moment, the tension in my shoulders eased just a fraction. "You're not afraid of me. You never were," he said, more a statement than a question.

I opened my mouth to argue, but the truth hung in the air between us. There was a magnetic pull, a strange allure that made me question everything. But the fear was still there, simmering beneath the surface.

"What do you want?" I finally managed, my voice trembling slightly.

"To worship you in the way I've always intended," he replied, his tone sincere and unyielding. "From the moment we first met, you ignited something deep within me. As a warrior, I was conditioned to suppress my fears, to deny the weight of your power over me. But by the time I came to understand and embrace it, it was already too late," he said, his eyes clouding with shadowed memories.

"Too late? What do you mean, too late? What happened… between us?" Did I really want to know? His change in posture hinted at a memory he had buried deep, one that still haunted him.

He stepped closer, and I felt the air thicken between us. I bit my lip, tilting my head back to meet his gaze. His wings trembled slightly, a nervous gesture that made my heart race, before they unfurled majestically, enveloping us in a cocoon of intimacy. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of us in this charged moment .

He caressed my cheek with one of his knuckles, and a shiver raced down my spine, igniting a mix of warmth and confusion within me. His touch was electric, as if he were both a long-lost lover and a stranger all at once.

"You fought me then, too," he murmured, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he recalled a memory I didn't share. The laughter was gentle, but it carried a weight that pressed against my chest, reminding me of a connection I couldn't fully comprehend.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, tension coiling in the air between us. "What did we have? Why do I feel drawn to you, yet terrified at the same time?"

His gaze softened, but I could see the flicker of something darker behind his eyes—a sorrow that mingled with desire. The confusion swirled around us, wrapping me in a cocoon of uncertainty, and I found myself wanting to lean in closer while also wanting to retreat. "You don't remember the battles we fought together, or the passion that ignited between us," he said, each word heavy with longing and regret. "But I do. And I've waited centuries to remind you."

My heart raced as the enormity of his words settled in, each revelation drawing me deeper into a past I couldn't grasp but desperately wanted to understand.

"R-Remind me?"

He grabbed my hips and lifted me as if I weighed a feather, making my arms and legs wrap around him to prevent me from falling. My eyes widened and a gasp escaped me when he slammed me against the wall, pulling the sheet between us away until we were body to body.

"I can smell your desire; it awakens a primal instinct within me, overpowering the innate discipline that has taught me to suppress all emotions. It is precisely what led to my punishment." He nuzzled the crook of my neck and my brain short wired, trying to piece everything together.

"What are you doing to me?"

"Noboru," he whispers before licking my skin.

"W-What?"

"I wish to hear my name on your lips again. Noboru."

Even his name sounds out of this world. How was this real life? My nipples ached as they grazed against his chest when he adjusted me higher to accommodate the length of his hard cock.

"N-Noboru," I panted, wondering why I lost my mind, letting him slide the head of his cock against my entrance.

It's the dry spell. That's why you're so wanton like this, girl.

But we just fucked in my dreams…

Apparently, it wasn't enough you greedy ho.

"Do you still ache? There are other ways…" his voice cracked.

Before I could comprehend what he was saying, my legs found their place on the floor as he knelt between my legs. I felt lightheaded, never imagining having a deity?—

His beak pressed against my pussy, but it was his deft tongue that made me gasp and almost buckle. He held me up with his strong arms as he worshiped me the way he promised, making me see stars. Widening my legs to accommodate his massive size, I placed one of my feet on his shoulders and he growled, devouring me with more zest.

My body had a mind of its own, grinding my hips against his face, my hand crawling to the back of his head to direct him where I needed him to go.

I shook and whimpered when the climax crashed into me, Noboru never once letting up on his tongue lashing. When I felt completely drained, he cradled me in his arms and took us back to bed, with the light of the morning sun filtering through our window, glowing around us.

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his intense gaze. This was no ordinary tryst; it felt like stepping into a tempest, and I was terrified of what lay ahead but also felt unable to stop what was already growing between us.

"You mentioned that I called to you. How exactly did that happen?" I asked, my fingers brushing against his face, tracing the contours of a connection I barely understood. How had we ever made our relationship work? It wasn't as if we could stroll down the street together, not with the way he looked. I couldn't fathom how we had managed to conceal such a bond from the world around us.

He sighed, a flicker of anguish crossing his features. "We consummate our union under the stars, lost in a moment we didn't fully comprehend. In that sacred space, I crafted a pendant for you—not just as a reminder of me, but also out of a selfish desire, hoping it would tempt you to call me back into your life. Yet it was your essence that echoed through the cosmos, drawing me like a moth to a flame, no matter the gift. But our connection was… complicated, bound by forces we couldn't control."

"Complicated how?" I pressed. There was something he wasn't telling me. Just knowing there was a need to hide something from me after all he had confessed put my walls up. The prior moment of serenity in the bliss of an after climax flow, annoyance began to bubble to the surface.

His eyes darkened, and I could sense the turmoil beneath his calm exterior. "There were forces at play beyond our understanding, and I?—"

"Don't give me that vague nonsense. What forces? What happened between us?" The truth was there, in his eyes, just beyond my reach. I needed him to put it into words so I could understand… so I could try and remember, perhaps.

Finally, he took a deep breath, his wings drooping slightly and the hairs on the back of my neck stood. "I was forced to choose between my duty as a warrior and my desire for you. The gods deemed our connection forbidden. I failed to protect you, and that failure—" he hesitated, his voice faltering. "That failure cost you everything."

My heart stopped. "Cost me everything? What do you mean?" The weight of his words crashed down on me like a boulder to the chest. "What happened to me?" I choked out.

He looked away, guilt etched across his features, and I cradled his face, pulling it back to me. "In our first life, you?—"

"No! Don't you dare avoid this!" I felt my pulse quicken, the dread coiling in my stomach. "Tell me what you're not saying."

He met my gaze, his expression a mix of sorrow and longing. "You died because of me, Mae. I wasn't there when you needed me. I failed to save you."