7. Kairos

7

KAIROS

A fter hours of walking, I set Naia down on the forest floor, her small frame tense with anger. I'll almost miss having her pressed against me, that perky ass in my peripheral. She glares at me, green eyes flashing with defiance. I ignore her seething silence and survey our surroundings.

Towering trees loom overhead, their gnarled branches reaching for the darkening sky. The air hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying vegetation. Shadows lengthen, transforming familiar shapes into menacing silhouettes.

"We'll camp here for the night," I declare, my voice leaving no room for argument.

I raise my hands, silver eyes gleaming as I channel my power. Blue runes ignite across my obsidian skin, pulsing with arcane energy. The air shimmers as I weave a complex lattice of protective wards around our makeshift campsite.

Glowing sigils materialize in the air, etching themselves into tree trunks and floating above the forest floor. Each symbol pulses with a different hue – crimson for danger detection, azure for sound dampening, emerald for visual distortion. The spells interlock, forming an impenetrable dome of magical energy.

"That should keep out any unwanted visitors," I mutter, satisfied with my handiwork.

I turn to face my reluctant companion, who's huddled against a moss-covered log, watching me warily. I remember her words from earlier, and I try to lessen her anger.

"You got a name, little one?" I ask, my tone softer than before.

Her jaw clenches, eyes narrowing. For a moment, I think she won't answer.

"Naia," she finally snarls, spitting out the word like she hopes it'll burn me.

I nod, studying her. The magical energy I sensed earlier still pulses beneath her skin, a mystery waiting to be unraveled.

"Well, Naia," I say, crouching down to her level. "Like it or not, we're stuck with each other for now. So, why don't you just calm down."

"No," she snaps like the petulant child she told me not to compare her to.

I can't help but chuckle at Naia's fiery outburst. Her spirit's as wild as her curly black hair, and I find myself oddly drawn to it.

"You can't just force me to do what you want!" she snaps, her green eyes blazing with defiance.

I take a step closer, towering over her petite frame. The air between us crackles with tension, and I notice her breath catch as I invade her personal space.

"Can't I, little one?" I croon, my voice low and husky. "I saved you from a fate worse than death back there. I think that earns me some... latitude."

I reach out, trailing a finger along her jawline. She flinches but doesn't pull away, her skin warm beneath my touch. I've noticed the way her eyes scraped along my body, not to mention the way that my skin zaps every time we touch.

It has to mean something.

"I can do whatever I want," I continue, leaning in close enough to feel her quickened breath on my face. "Whatever. I. Want."

Her pupils dilate, and I catch the slight parting of her lips. Despite her anger, there's no mistaking the attraction simmering beneath the surface. I can smell it on her, a heady mix of fear and desire.

"And right now," I whisper, my lips nearly brushing her ear, "I want you to stop fighting this... whatever it is between us."

Naia's body trembles, caught between the urge to flee and the pull of something primal. I pull back slightly, meeting her gaze. The fire in her eyes hasn't dimmed, but there's something else there now – a hunger that mirrors my own.

"I-I'm not..." she stammers, her resolve wavering.

I smirk, knowing I've cracked her defenses. "You're not what, little one? Not attracted to me? We both know that's a lie."

My hand moves to cup her cheek, and this time she leans into my touch, ever so slightly. The air around us feels charged, like the moment before lightning strikes.

"Tell me you don't feel it," I challenge, my thumb tracing her lower lip. "Tell me you don't want this as much as I do."

Naia's breath hitches, her body swaying towards mine almost imperceptibly. The tension between us is a living thing, coiling tighter with each passing second.

I lean in to kiss her, expecting her to fight me. But I am all too eager when she melts into me. I couldn't stand the pull any longer, but the way that my body erupts when she kisses me back is completely unexpected.

Naia's lips press against mine, a wildfire igniting between us. She practically tackles me, her petite frame filled with an intensity that takes me by surprise.

I catch her, holding her up around my body as her limbs wrap around me like she doesn't want to let me go. I can taste her desire, feel the heat radiating from her body as she melds against me. My hands roam her curves, tracing the line of her spine, gripping her ass and thighs, drawing a gasp from deep within her.

She's relentless, her hips grinding against mine with a feral rhythm. My breath hitches as she hits a sensitive spot, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I need more of her, all of her.

With a swift motion, I grip the fabric of her dress and tear it away, baring her to the cool forest air. She moans, arching into my touch as I trail kisses down her chest, savoring the softness of her skin.

Naia's not fighting me; she's urging me on, her fingers tangling in my hair before moving to grip my horns. The sensation is electric, a direct line to my groin. I quickly unlace my pants, freeing myself, and lift her slight body against me. She tightens her legs around my waist, her heat pressing against my cock. It feels incredible, the friction sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.

She uses my horns for leverage, riding me hard, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her eyes lock onto mine, a mixture of defiance and desire swirling in their green depths. I can feel her body trembling, her muscles tightening as she chases her release. The sight of her, wild and free, is intoxicating. I want to consume her, to be consumed by her.

Every thrust of her hips sends a shockwave of pleasure through me, building an intensity that threatens to overwhelm me. But I hold back, wanting to draw out this moment, wanting to see just how far she'll go.

Naia's moans grow louder, her movements more frantic. She's close, so close. And I'm right there with her, teetering on the edge of ecstasy and I'm not even inside the woman.

"I want to feel your pussy gripping my cock when you come," I growl against her mouth.

Naia's eyes blaze with a primal hunger as she lifts herself, positioning the tip of my cock at her entrance. She sinks down, her tight heat enveloping me inch by excruciating inch. A groan rips from her throat, echoing through the forest. I can't help but curse, my head tilting forward, eyes fixed on where our bodies join.

"Fuck, Kairos," she gasps, her body trembling as she adjusts to my size. Her inner walls grip me like a vice, pulsing with each beat of her heart. I can barely breathe, the pleasure so intense it borders on pain.

Too eager to go slow, she starts to rock against me. Her hips rise and fall in a frantic rhythm, driving me deeper with each descent. Moans spill from her lips, my name a chant on her tongue. "Kairos...Kairos...I'm gonna come...all over you."

Her words send a jolt of pure lust through me. I grasp her hips, fingers digging into her soft flesh as I guide her movements. Faster, harder, I slam her down onto my cock, meeting her thrust for thrust. Our bodies crash together, the sound of skin against skin echoing around us.

Naia's hands find my horns, using them for leverage as she rides me. Each touch sends a spark of pleasure coursing through me, heightening every sensation. Her cunt squeezes me tighter, her body coiling like a spring ready to snap.

I'm right there with her, teetering on the edge of release. Every nerve ending is alight, every muscle tensed. Her scream shatters the silence, her body convulsing as she comes undone. The sight of her, lost in ecstasy, pushes me over the edge. With a final thrust, I bury myself deep inside her, filling her up as my own release rips through me.