NISSA

I knew I was having the dream again.

A man was touching all over my body. Making my skin warm under his touch. Coaxing my body, until I writhed in my sheets. Unsure if I wanted to escape those warm caresses.

Or get more of them.

My dark nipples pebbled and my pale, moonstone skin shone under a layer of sweat as I lifted my hips in offering to a force I couldn't see.

Sensing his ache. And his need making mine rise with it.

Until I was so wet, I'd soaked the sheets and had to clench my thighs and rotate my hips side to side to ease that impossible ache which had only been growing over the last year.

There was a deep hollow feeling inside me that desperately wanted filled.

I forced my eyes open and stared at my dark ceiling. My whole body tingling with arousal. Aching to be touched, to be possessed.

Shaking away the sensation I dropped my bare feet to cold stone and grabbed my burgundy wrap before creeping for the house.

Aiming for my favorite waterhole. Hoping that the hot water could wash away the unholy need that had been haunting my nights.

***

BRAXUS

She was my fascination.

I knew I wasn't the only one. All things male watched her with a lustful eye.

But I knew more about her then probably any other living thing. I knew when she crept from her village in the pale blue cloak, what she was about.

She's headed to The Cauldron. A small pond in the center of a grove.

This woman was the pride of Ridan Village. Groomed to be a wife to the King. King Detry.

And she was the one thing I was forbidden to ever touch.

Human.

But as the Mating Moon drew ever nearer, my desire for her was only growing. I was unsure how much more I could take.

My breed was just as forbidden to me. Which was fine, just now.

Because I want her.

***

She reached the grove. Never aware I was less then a breath behind her. Moving like her shadow. She stepped to the edge of the water and removed her cloak. Tossing it back on the bank behind her.

Like she always does.

Next was her wrap-around dress.

She undid the tie with slow, precise, movements. Enjoying the feel of the brisk early morning air on her rosy cheeks.

She was never aware how she tortured me as she slowly opened that robe to bear her touchable white body.

I peered from behind a tree. My yellow eyes nearly glowing in the shadows of these denser trees.

Watching her hungrily.

She unfolded the rich red satin. Letting it slide from her rounded shoulders like a lovers touch. It lingered over the rise of her rounded breasts, far too big to go unnoticed.

I'd seen her amongst the villagers and knew she did much work to keep them hidden.

But not here, in the darkness of these trees, they hung in all their glory. Ripe and far more than even my large hands could mold. They dropped over her ribs and curved in on a sleek belly.

Full enough to grab and yank her to me.

Then her body swelled into thick rounded hips. The fine bones curving over them to arrow down to her sex.

I growled low in my throat, never wanting to possess a woman more than I did this one.

She'd run in terror if she knew my predatory thoughts.

Instead, she crossed her arms over her chest to grip her opposing shoulders, sheltering her against the frosty morning chill. She curved one feminine foot to dip it into the boiling, steaming waters of this naturally heated spring.

Sighing in bliss she began easing in. One small step at a time as the smoky water rose up her body, hiding her from my sight, bit by bit.

It was the fiercest teasing I'd ever experienced.

Even the she-beasts of my own kind were not so cruel.

She knows not what she does. I told myself.

I ached to be inside her. Reaching down I had to press my member against my body, I held it there, hoping to ease that pain.

Soon she was submerged up to that graceful neck, those delicious globes of flesh floating along the surface as she swam a short way from the bank.

I found my foot sliding forward, tempted to leap in and drive her toward that bank. Knowing I could get ahold of her before she ever made it out of the water.

She could hold onto the edge of the dirt edge while I ravished her from behind.

The idea of getting to feel her, had my greedy mind imagining all manner of sordid things.

I'd never been so cruel but the Mating Moon had my entire body throbbing with need. And I couldn't remember the last time I'd had a woman.

The occasional fey had helped abate my ravenous hunger for female flesh but it only assuaged me for a short time.

And nothing but her could tame this.

I'd been tossing around the plan I'd made for a long time. Knowing it was wrong. Knowing I shouldn't do it.

But I can't resist her anymore.

***

I pictured how she'd feel. Her body slick from the water. That long black hair easy to grip and pull her back against me. I envisioned her succumbing and starting to make soft sounds of pleasure while she writhed back against me. Taking my swollen length deeper into her tight channel.

She'd feel like Heaven.

Her body would be like satin. I could tell just from looking at her.

The way the water rolled off her revealed how smooth every inch of her was.

What if she turned while he was inside her, spinning in the water so I could push her on her back, further up the bank. Getting the leverage to drive into her. Taking her more fully.

Groaning, I pulled my hot flesh from above my pants. Taking that hard weight in my rough palm and beginning to stroke in rhythm to the fascinating images I pictured.

In real time she caught a fistful of weeds and dipped them beneath the water to wash over her body. Lurching above the water to scrub across her chest and the upper swells of those globes.

What if I did go after her?

What if she let me? I imagined a moment where she was some torrid temptress who knew exactly what she was doing to me.

What if her curved legs rose up to encircle my hips and pull me tighter into her. Meeting my pace as she massaged those full tits. Bouncing them in her palms while I did her. Wouldn't that be exquisite. Soon my fantastic imaginings had done their work.

I had to brace myself against the tree, my fingers digging in to steady myself as the bottom of my balls tightened and I spurted my fluid onto the dirt and moss.

I have to have her. I thought to myself. My hands itching to get on her.