Abby sighed. “Almost eighty… ninety years!”
I stared at her incredulously. Almost a century? She was a century old, and still couldn’t defend her dungeon from adventurers? Lilith must’ve broken more than just her treaty with the gods. She’d infused me with knowledge of my capabilities right from the beginning. The Infernal Goddess hadn’t been fucking around, not in the slightest. She lusted after power, craved it. I wondered if that was the Infernal Realm’s most dominant quality— usurping, overtaking, conquering?
“You’ll grow just as strong, Abby,” I told her after a moment. “We’ll find you another dungeon and protect it. You’ll become so strong that Cirylia can’t ignore you. But no more museums in the sky, okay? You’ll need to start killing if you want to become powerful.”
“I suppose I can change my ways,” she said with a wry smile. Then she sighed, and her head found its way onto my shoulder again. “I’m so glad I met you, Dom.”
“Pleasure’s all mine,” I replied.
I seized the moment, lowered my head so my mouth could reach hers, and pressed my lips to hers. Abby froze for a second, then relaxed into the touch of our soft first kiss. Her smooth flesh seemed to fill my blood with electricity; it tingled to kiss her, but after a moment, it turned into something else.
The beautiful avatar’s hands found my face, and then she was leaning into me, her mouth hungrily consuming mine. My pulse raced as Abby’s hands traced over my chest’s taut muscle and pulled me closer. My bare skin pressed against the supple curves of her cleavage, and the tingling sensation became even more intense, overpowering and all-encompassing.
After a long moment, she pulled away from me and resting her forehead against mine. Her face was flushed, bright blue eyes sparkling. I could see the need in her eyes, the desire, the feeling of wanting to find comfort in my elf’s avatar.
“Want to stop?” I asked her.
“No,” she breathed, her hair tickling my cheek. “Please…”
“You sure?” I whispered back, my elf’s rolling tone seductive.
In reply, her mouth found mine again and I moved. Catching her under the arms, I pulled her to me and rolled away from the cliff to the hard ground of the mountaintop. My agile fingers unclasped her cloak, baring her collarbone and neck, and spreading the material out wide on the ground, like a blanket. Abby fell onto it, those electric-blue eyes suddenly burning with all the passion I’d longed to see in her.
When I came to her, it was different from before, different from anything I’d ever experienced. Her desire was clear, but she wasn’t aggressive. Her kisses were soft and pleasing and desperate, and I took care not to slice her open with my fangs as I pressed my mouth into hers. I savored the electricity that seemed to ripple through every inch of her flesh as I peppered her neck with kisses and tickled her skin all over with the tip of my tongue.
Abby’s hands found my neck, and she pulled herself closer to me. My hands slipped under her arms and searched for the fastenings to her tight corset. I didn’t need to be in my core form to figure out how they worked. In moments, I pried the garment free and let it fall to the broken slate of the ground.
Her breasts were perfectly sized, pale, and soft. I caressed her pink nipples and noticed them tinge with blue as they hardened to my fingertips’ touch. Bluish veins surfaced beneath her skin as she moaned. Her musical tones met my elven ears like a symphony of pleasure, sending desire burning through my veins.
I needed her, needed to hear more of that instinctive song.
My mouth returned to her neck, her delicate fingers tightening into the hard muscle of my elf’s back, fingernails threatening to slice into my flesh. The leather of her boot wound its way around the curvature of my lower back, the toe-tips just teasing into my spine and urging me closer as our chests pressed into each other. I marveled at the uniqueness of the electric zing pumping bolts of desire right through my body.
My hand slid down off her breast, down her side, to find its way to her knee-length boots. Effortlessly, I removed the first boot as she kissed my face and my ear. A rumbling snarl slipped free of my throat as I found the other one, slipped it off, and dropped it beside the first. Abby’s face shone like a bright cherry and I kissed her again. I brought our hips together, Abby responding by pressing herself deeper into me. A musical moan bled through our kiss, lost to the wind of Shadow Crag.
Her hands slid off my back, caught my ass, and hauled me closer; she wanted more of that pressure, more of that pleasure—but there were still barriers between us.
Abby’s silky stockings had to come next, and I somehow slid them down almost without noticing, dropping them both in a tangled heap beside her cast-aside boots. Milky thighs clamped, then, around my hips, demanding more of me. I chuckled, leaning in tighter against her skin as I kissed her again, tugging off those opera gloves of sky blue, leaving them on the blanket beside her halo of golden hair.
Her tongue slid easily past my fangs, and I caressed it as a musical moan slipped through my barely-parted lips, making my own vocal cords buzz from the sheer force of it all and from the absolute hum of electricity still surging between us both and increasing by the second. The blonde’s hands scrambled as they tried to tear my trousers down with urgency; she would have ripped them quite to shreds if I hadn’t helped her out by resting my own hand on top of hers to slow her, then assisting her to unfasten them.
But—for the time being at least – she left them on, my clothing just lying open
