The Beast And The Blessed

Twelve: Damien

Damien's P.O.V.

I never expected that I would enjoy having someone at my home. Specifically, I made a point of keeping people away from my house. But each day that she showed up and worked alongside me, the more I wanted to keep her here.

She never once pushed me to go inside. Charlotte simply helped me stock up on firewood and assisted in caring for the garden and pulling the ripe vegetables.

The best part was that every time we spoke, I learned something new about her. There hadn't been a single thing that I hadn't liked.

I watched as she carried the buckets of water with me from the river to the tank I had in the back of the house. I usually would catch rainwater in it, but we hadn't had rain in a while, and filling it up from the fresh water in the running river was my only option if I wanted to keep the limited amount of running water I had in my cabin.

I had tried to get them to run something from town, but you had to have money for that. A lot of it. Living in the forest and off the land my entire life, I had little need for money. I would do odd jobs here and there, enough to live comfortably and buy what I needed from town, but spending my life working for someone was not how I wanted to live.

It sounded miserable, especially if I had to deal with others while working.

Charlotte seemed like she would be good with people, and I hated the idea of her working and hunting down other creatures for money. She could take care of herself, but the potential for her to get hurt was still there.

I felt overprotective of her to an unhealthy degree.

I was torn between wanting to throw away my reservations and make her mine or stepping back and putting some distance between us to gain my bearings.

It had been several days of getting to know one another with innocent flirting. As nice as it was, the tension between us was getting thicker by the day, and I was about to snap.

Whenever I looked at her, I thought about how incredible it had been to have her straddling me. Whenever she let out a deep breath after completing a task, I remembered how she moaned when she tasted my pre -cum.

I knew her favorite food was steak cooked medium rare with buttery mashed potatoes. I knew her favorite color was green. I knew her parents weren't around anymore, even though she wouldn't explain. It was just her and her brother, and they didn't get along. She had told me most of her likes and dislikes but not much about her childhood or life outside the forest.

That had been next on my list to talk to her about.

I would ask her everything I could think of, wanting to learn every detail about her. The more she told me, the more compatible we seemed, and I was starting to think that maybe a relationship with her wouldn't be so bad.

know was how she tasted, and I

she wasn't here, and when

down first, rushing to grab the ones in her hands to dump them for her. Charlotte laughed as I did so, trying to refuse my help. It was

as she stepped forward to try and take the

gentleman, damn it!" I said as I tried to lift the bucket over our heads to dump it in the tank. Her laughter was infectious, and I couldn't stop laughing as

swift tug, trying to get it out of my hand, subsequently sending a wave of water over the

at me. Her wet chest was pressed against mine and rose and

then that my restraint cracked. "What

bucket in her other hand dropped to the ground, water splattering over our legs. She released the handle we had been

us in seconds, dropped it down safely, and spun her around to have her back against the water tank. Charlotte moaned loudly in my mouth, spurring me on as I grabbed her ass, lifting her until she

kissing and licking down her neck, wanting to mark her with my scent, had me hard in my shorts. Her legs were locked around me as

fucking word had me storming through the back door of my home and lowering her to the couch. She gasped as I tore her shorts and underwear down her legs, but my temptress

in her flimsy little tank top, one she had been torturing me in with her

the shirt off, my eyes almost rolling to the back of my head at

torn between shoving my face between her legs and bending her over the arm

her thighs, over her sides to play with her breasts, my gaze returning to her perfect pussy as I watched her grow more aroused. Each pinch and roll of her nipple had her pushing her hips forward toward me, welcoming

my head, her fingers pressing on the back of it,

That's my girl.

her naked after this. There was no way I could keep my hands off her after knowing if she tasted as good

closer to the edge of the couch.

as I sucked on her clit. Her eyes were open, locked on mine as

tasted. It was better than

I returned to her clit. I wanted her to come undone for me and on me. As I licked,

orgasmed burned into my memory, and I continued to eat her out like it was my last meal, letting her enjoy every last

turned my head and licked and kissed her thigh. She didn't move as I worked my way up

swiped my tongue against hers, wanting her to understand exactly how maddening her cum tasted. It could bring a grown man

had come forward. Her emerald green eyes had turned black,

baby?" The name slipped from my lips before I could think to stop myself,

"More."