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.

the one thing I didn't know was how she tasted, and I was

here, and when she was,

by the water reservoir, and I placed my buckets down first, rushing to grab the ones in her

stepped forward to try and

I tried to lift the bucket over our heads to dump it

subsequently sending a wave of water over the lip of the pale. The cool liquid splashed between us, and we both

and amusement as she stared at me. Her wet chest was pressed against mine

that my restraint cracked. "What are you

hand dropped to the ground, water splattering over our legs. She released the

had been above us in seconds, dropped it down safely, and spun her around to have her back against the water tank. Charlotte

hard in my shorts. Her legs were locked around me as she used the leverage to rub herself against my shaft,

and lowering her to the couch. She gasped as I tore her shorts and underwear

one she had been torturing me in with her legs spread. I could see her glistening with arousal

my knees, I reached up and pulled the shirt off, my eyes almost rolling to the back of

fast I had been breathing, how desperately I needed her until that moment. I was torn between shoving my face between her legs and bending her over the arm of the couch

hands slid up 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

on the back of it, guiding my face between her legs as

That's my girl.

time. I would be seeing a lot more of her naked after this. There was no way

slit, my arms going under her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the couch.

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

tongue moved down to her entrance, and I groaned at how sweet she tasted. It was

her to come undone for me and on me. As I licked, sucked, and even nibbled on her clit, her hips and thighs began to tremble.

her out like it was my last meal, letting her enjoy every last wave of pleasure that

kissed her thigh. She didn't move as I worked my way up her stomach, capturing her nipple in my mouth before eventually

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

eyelid lowered with desire. Her beast had come forward. Her emerald green eyes had

think to stop myself, and I loved that she shivered in response. "Tell me what you

"More."