The Reaper's Wicked Obsession
Chapter 32: Moist Interaction

Chapter 32: Moist Interaction

Kraven couldn’t resist, his body worked before his mind did and that was rare, he emanated his ways using his brain to the fullest to exert control when he needed to.

Everything about him was first led by that organ and now what drove him was an inexplicable reaction.

The adrenaline coursing through him—stirring the shadows within—at the idea of someone else tainting her.

She claimed she knew everything, maybe Dashwell offered her up to males for more money. The fragment of such thought hassled him to the core and fueled his murderous mind.

Her breath grew raspy as his moist tongue licked through the mark etched on her skin—colored and bruised. He desired it would remain there to remind him of what he was truly capable of, to remind her too that he wasn’t a hero.

"For someone experienced, you’re quiet" he murmured against her skin, eyeing as her chest grew and fell laboriously and her soft pants clouded his ears,

He focused only on them, voiding out the chirping birds, the tune of the leaves dancing with the wind and the rest of nature at its peak.

Everything else stalled down briefly, completely pausing between the moment her body responded to his touch.

’So responsive’ he thought.

His hand around her neck pushed to her chin and forced her to look at him. There was a dazed look in her eyes and his lips widened in fruition.

"You’ve never been touched"

At his declaration, Isadora recalled how to breathe and her fleeting shut senses came back to ward off what just transpired.

He had his tongue on her neck!

A wave of scorn and fury stormed through her "You savage male!"

Her screech followed because she was suddenly propelled and fell into the nearby lake.

"Nox!" Kraven growled and Nox turned his head away, his shadowed tail the cause of the situation—swung back and forth.

Isadora emerged from the surface coughing out the water from her mouth. Now she was certain what that shadow was.

Nox growled deeply and glared at Isadora like a pest, baring his canines.

She was shaken to the core by his display but still annoyed "You’re both savages!" she yelled.

Kraven barked in a pearl of laughter, his head kicking backward as he drowned in amusement.

It was greatly entertaining to see her explode like that, it was no different from a little bunny giving murderous glares.

Isadora screeched, taking a step forward but a blade stopped right at her neck and her body ceased any movement.

"Another step and I’ll slit your throat" The feminine voice was sharp and lethal and Isadora didn’t dare move an inch.

She was suddenly pushed to her knees and a hand behind her head forced her to bow. "Now... beg for insulting my master"

’Master?’ Isadora thought shaken.

"Nyssa" Kraven spoke, still amused, glancing from Isadora to the auburn-haired female with a bloodthirsty glare. "Let her go"

"But she disrespected you" she asserted pointing the tip of her blade behind Isadora’s neck. "I’ll be delighted to skin her alive"

"Don’t make me repeat myself"

She tensed at the gravity in his tone and swiftly redrew her blade, straightening her position.

Suddenly, she jammed the back of her blade at Isadora’s head to knock her out.

Nyssa turned back to Kraven with a satisfied smirk on her lips but it slowly faded away when he didn’t look pleased.

"We have gotten to the path where she should be unconscious, our location must remain a secret, it’s crucial," she explained.

’So this is the female Rav mentioned’ she thought distastefully, she couldn’t begin to comprehend why Kraven had brought this stray along.

"I thought Rav was funny when he mentioned you have a guest. We haven’t heard anything from you in a long time, sending Rav ahead was wise" She spared a look at Isadora’s unconscious form. "She would have been killed at first glance"

How she wished that would have been the case. Kraven had to send Rav ahead just for this stray only revealed how important she was.

Nyssa crouched and used the tip of her blade to pull Isadora’s hair away to reveal her ear.

"An impure blood" She turned to Kraven with bafflement in her blue eyes.

He had already unmounted his Bicorn.

"Why is something like this with you?" she rose to her feet but suddenly rued the decision because of how menacing it felt to stand before him.

Not just his massive height but the ambiance that clung to him like the scent of death, unmatched and lethal as standing up to something sinister.

Kraven tilted his head to the side, slowly, an inhumane action that ceased the air around them "Why are you here, Nyssa?" he questioned with narrowed eyes.

"I couldn’t wait," she began, forcing the smile back on her lips "It’s been winters, I missed you,"

Kraven nodded but the next words were something she did not expect. "You were curious to see the stray yourself," slowly his lips formed a smile. "You reek of bloodlust"

She tensed at his declaration and her grip tightened around her blade.

"You came to kill her," he chuckled.

"I—"

"I’ll not entertain any malicious act towards her, she’s my prey, not yours"

"Of course," she stepped away. "I acted without thinking"

Kraven crouched, threw Isadora on his shoulder, and walked back to his Bicorn. "And I missed you too, Nyssa,"

"I’m sure you did" she whispered glaring at the mannfae.

~♧~

Isadora groaned painfully, holding her head as she came to it. She mulled how she got into this situation with a migraine that felt like splitting her head into two.

Her body laid comfortably on a soft mattress she didn’t recognize and that was enough to kickstart her awakening.

Her eyes adjusted to the light as she sat up slowly, taking in the room around her.

It was spacious and gothic looking, the stone walls were engraved with twisting patterns or something more ancient than she could describe.

There was a warm fire crackling softly in the fireplace.

Above her was also a grand chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and to her right were candles lit from candelabras, enough to light up the whole space.

Her gaze drifted toward a circular window set high in the wall, its stained glass depicting the crest of a raven in a standing position.

"Where am I?"