The Ravening

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Freeing the Beast

It was only now that I realized that for the last day or so I’d seen all of him. He was no longer fading in and out.

Curious, I outstretched one hand and raked my nails down his chest.

He hissed through his teeth but stood only panting as he stared down at me. Looking confusedly from me to his bleeding chest. “What was that for?”

“Do you normally bleed?”

He blinked in surprise. “Not usually.”

“Does it usually hurt when a woman scratches you.”

He mulled it over. “It’s hardly a physical sensation but usually I find it pleasurable. As though the nerve endings are directly linked to my cock.”

“What is happening to you, Van?” I asked a bit quietly.

He looked as confused as I did. “I don’t know. But it’s something you’re doing.”

His dark brows drew together over his strange gold eyes. “What exactly are you.”

“A forest girl. A sacrifice to the evil in the trees.”

“Perhaps...But you’re something more too...”


I didn’t really know what that meant. But Van eased back off the tree, guiding my legs to the ground almost tenderly.

They shook slightly and he caught my bicep reflexively to hold me up.

““You’re not acting much like a demon lately.” I remarked. Still trying to figure all of this out. And not sure how I felt about any of it.

He gathered my dress and held it open at my feet.

I stepped in and he lifted it over my shoulders and began cinching the laces at my bodice to help me. Knowing I could still be sore from all that had happened to my body in the last few days.

The demon that Vandiel had become was horrifying and awful but he seemed truly remorseful. Desperate to take care of me and to make it up to me.

In his own twisted way.

He gave me a quick look. “Perhaps I don’t know any other way.”

“And what if you did?” I countered through narrowed eyes. “Would you be willing to learn.”

“I don’t know...”


Van crouched near the fire awhile and watched me trying to rig a trap nearby in the bushes. His face scrunched up in displeasure and eyeing me like something that had crawled from under a rock.

When finally I could take it no longer I tossed up my hands. “What?”

“What the devil are you doing?”

“Trying to make a trap for rabbits and squirrels.”

“You’re doing a terrible job.” He rose to his feet. His strange gray cloak sweeping down around him. And I noticed he had on tan breeches beneath it today.

Still no shoes or shirt but some clothes is better than none.

“Why are you wearing clothes now?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “More comfortable then strolling around and having the breeze blow my rod about.”

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