10. Zyrith

10

ZYRITH

I stand close to Lara as she continues to ponder staying here with me in this underground sanctuary. Before long, I grow impatient and I move to stand directly in front of her, my massive form casting shadows in the dim light of the chamber. Her eyes, wide and uncertain, lock onto mine. I can tell she is questioning my sudden assertiveness. But her hesitation to stay here stirs something primal within me. I must make her stay. It's the only way to break the crushing loneliness that has gnawed at me for centuries.

With a swift motion, I pin her wrists above her head. Her breath catches, but she doesn't resist as strongly this time. The air between us thickens, filled with the scent of earth and ancient stone.

"Lara," I murmur, my voice a gravelly whisper. "You must stay."

She blinks, confusion flickering across her face. Before she can voice her uncertainty, I lower my head and press my lips to hers. The softness of her mouth is startling against the roughness of mine.

I deepen the kiss, my hands gripping her more firmly as if afraid she'll slip away like a fleeting dream. Her heartbeat races beneath my touch, each thump resonating through me.

Her lips part slightly, a silent invitation or perhaps a question. Either way, I take it as consent. My tongue explores the warmth of her mouth, tasting her humanity—something so foreign yet intoxicatingly sweet.

Lara's body trembles beneath mine, not from fear but from something else—a budding desire perhaps? My mind reels at the possibility. She hesitates but doesn't pull away. Instead, she seems to weigh her options, caught between the world she knows and the new reality I'm offering.

In this moment, our differences fade away. She is no longer a human intruder in my domain; she is a kindred spirit, a potential partner in this eternal solitude.

"Stay with me," I breathe against her lips between kisses. "Here you will find peace."

Her eyes flutter open, and for a brief second, I glimpse a reflection of my own longing mirrored in their depths. It's enough to give me hope that maybe—just maybe—she will choose to remain by my side.

For now, I focus on this kiss, on the shared warmth and the promise it holds. The future remains uncertain, but in this intimate exchange, I find a semblance of certainty I've craved for eons.

She sighs softly against my mouth—a sound that carries both acceptance and an unspoken question: What happens next?

I pull back slightly to meet her gaze again. Her lips are swollen from our kiss; her eyes are searching mine for answers even I don't fully possess.

But one thing is clear—I will do whatever it takes to make her stay.

Our kiss leaves me yearning for more. A burning desire courses through my entire body that fuels the primal instincts deep within me. I grab her and pin her to the ground, unleashing the inner savage in me. I hold her wrists over her head with one hand and I tear her clothes off.

I hungrily start to explore every inch of her body with my mouth. Blinded by pure passion, I disregard any hesitation or apprehension she has as I fixate on ravaging her body with my tongue. As my face hovers over her soft, supple breasts, a throbbing pulsates uncontrollably between my legs. Soon, my tongue swirls around her sweet-tasting nipples and her body wrenches as she lets out a soft gasp. I continue licking and sucking on her nipples, savoring the taste and warmth under my tongue.

“Zyrith… I’m not sure about this…” she replies in between soft moans.

Too consumed with my desires, I don’t speak a word, but continue making my way down her body. Soon, my head is between her legs, the warmth radiating from her is unlike any sensation I’ve ever felt. I can feel every muscle in her body tense as my hot breath meets the tender skin of her clitoris. My tongue explores the outside folds with a quick, flittering speed. Her moans grow louder, but her eyes flicker with hesitation.

“Zyrith, please!” she gasps, her voice a plea to stop.

I can’t help myself as the pleasure intensifies in my body. I push my tongue inside of her, and explore its depths in a fast, swirling motion. The taste of her is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced in my existence. I can’t get enough of it, and I continue gliding my tongue in and out of her at a frantic pace.

“Zyrith, oh my, I’m—” she gasps, her whole body tensing.

She lets out an unexpected blissful shriek, and soon explodes into my mouth. I hungrily lap up every bit of her sweet juices.

She trembles beneath the touch of my mouth, her body both taut and yielding. Her breaths come in quick, shallow gasps. I sense her hesitation to go any further, the wariness in her eyes, but also a flicker of something else—curiosity, perhaps.

Unable to control myself, overtaken by the deep pulsating in between my legs, I hold her down firmly and forcibly enter her. She tenses up slightly at the sudden motion and looks at me with apprehension. I disregard her reluctance as I push myself further into her warm depths, consumed by the raging fire burning in me.

As I thrust in and out of her, I lean closer, inhaling her scent. It’s intoxicating—a mix of fear and arousal that heightens my senses. The warmth of her skin contrasts with my cold exterior, creating a tantalizing friction that sends shivers through my ancient form. A surge of pleasure courses through me, an unfamiliar yet welcome sensation. Her body trembles under the weight of my body, the initial rigidity giving way to a hesitant softness.

Her pulse quickens under my strong body. “I’ve never felt something like this...”

“You feel amazing,” I tell her, my voice a low whisper.

I feel her soon relax fully as she gives in to the much-needed comfort of my body’s offerings. Her hands explore the ridges and crevices of my form as our bodies crash into each other. Each gentle caress fuels a fire within me that has lain dormant for centuries. Her fingers glide over the weathered cracks in my skin, tracing the lines etched by time and solitude.

My hands brush against her body as I pin her wrists to her sides, feeling every curve and dip of her form as if memorizing each detail. I continue sliding in and out of her wet depths forcibly. The intensity and speed growing with each thrust. In this moment of heated passion, I can’t help but notice how her skin is softer than anything I’ve ever known. It’s a stark contrast to my rough exterior.

“More,” she gasps, her voice filled with need and pleasure.

A soft moan escapes her lips. She arches into me, desire evident in every movement. I take my time now, savoring each moment, each gasp and sigh she offers me.

“Zyrith...” Her voice is a whisper.

I pause to meet her gaze. “You are safe here with me.”

She nods slightly, her breathing heavy and rapid. "I know," she whispers, almost as if convincing herself. Her eyes lock onto mine, and I see a flicker of acceptance.

Her hands, finally free, clutch at me, pulling me closer. “Zyrith, I’m so close,” she whispers, her voice trembling.

“So am I,” I manage to say, my voice strained with the effort of holding back. I want us to reach the peak together, to share this moment of pleasure.

I hold her close as we finally climax violently together—her cries mingling with my guttural roars in an ancient symphony that echoes through the darkened chamber. In the aftermath, we lie breathless, savoring the ecstasy shared between us.

"You are... different," she says softly, her voice carrying a blend of wonder and confusion.

"As are you," I reply, allowing a small smile to touch my lips. "You bring light into this darkness."

She leans closer, the scent of her mingling with the musky aroma of the chamber. Her fingers trace the contours of my arm, exploring the rough texture as if memorizing it. Each touch ignites a spark within me, a reminder that life still courses through these ancient veins.

I gaze into her eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmur against her skin.

Her body leans further into mine. My arm encircles her gently, drawing her closer. The need for comfort and companionship now overrides the centuries of isolation. Her head rests softly against my chest, and I can feel the rhythm of her heartbeat syncing with mine.

A contented sigh escapes her lips as she surrenders to the embrace. In this shared silence, I find solace—a pleasure long forgotten yet deeply craved.

For the first time in eons, I am not alone. The void within me begins to fill with something precious and irreplaceable: Lara's presence.

Her presence is a balm to my ancient soul, soothing wounds I had forgotten existed. The bioluminescent moss casts a gentle glow around us, illuminating her features. Each detail is a marvel.

We remain there, wrapped in each other's warmth amidst the cold stones of my sanctuary. The comfort we find in each other speaks louder than words ever could.

And for now, that is enough.