The Monster's Caress - S.E. Smith Page 0,8

tar-like mass suddenly twisted in his direction. He remained frozen.

Something large passing overhead cast a shadow on the ground, and he looked up. Through the thick canopy, he saw two creatures flying above. The alien blob suddenly emitted a shriek, whirled, and took off through the forest in the opposite direction.

Asahi crouched down behind a large fan-shaped fern to conceal his presence as the unfamiliar creatures swooped down through the canopy. One, the hippogriff, landed on a thick branch with his wings spread wide to keep his balance while the winged woman landed beside the troll sprawled on the forest floor.

His breath caught when he saw the woman’s exquisite ebony features. Her skin was like shining armor, as if she were a beautiful statue cut from the purest black marble. She landed with such grace that there wasn’t a whisper of sound.

Asahi studied the female as she cautiously circled the unconscious troll. The woman’s eyes were the color of dark brown goldstone and held a shimmering light that made him want to gaze into her golden irises forever. Her face was heart-shaped with high cheekbones, a long, straight nose, and full luscious lips. She was lean, with small breasts, and a commanding stance that spoke of power and confidence.

She knelt beside the troll and gingerly touched the large knot on the giant female’s brow before lifting each eyelid. Then the marble woman rose to her feet and looked around with a frown.

“Pai, do you see anything?” she called out.

“There looks to be some fresh damage to the ferns leading northwest,” the hippogriff replied. “What about Medjuline?”

The troll softly moaned and the woman stepped back. Asahi stiffened when he heard the low whimper of pain. He watched as a sword materialize in the woman’s hand. The troll rolled onto her side and whimpered, lifting a large, trembling hand with thick, dirty nails to her head. The beautiful winged woman took a step toward the troll who was now struggling to sit up.

“Medjuline,” the woman said in a soft, reassuring tone.

“Hel-help me, please. Don’t… don’t let it take me again,” Medjuline choked out in a shaky voice.

“Who took you?” the woman demanded in the same soft voice.

Medjuline sat up and looked around her with wide, frightened eyes. She looked back at the woman standing in front of her with her sword at the ready. Medjuline raised a trembling hand to her brow again.

“The creature that… that came out…. The stag… the stag’s side exploded and covered me. There was a black glob…,” Medjuline exclaimed, her voice growing louder as fear engulfed her again. “It was choking me, and I couldn’t get it off!”

Compassion washed through Asahi when the troll began to cry. It was obvious now from her features and the way she spoke that she was young. She looked at her hands and rubbed them together before pushing back her dark red hair as if to make sure none of the residual goo from the black substance remained. She rocked back and forth as she sobbed.

“Where did the alien go, Medjuline? It is important that I find it before it can harm another,” the beautiful creature said.

Medjuline wiped her face with her grimy hands, leaving streaks of dirt across her dark tan skin. She looked back at the marble woman, and her eyes filled with tears.

“I don’t know. It was hurting me—my head. I had to make it stop. I wanted it out of me. I… I ran into a tree. I don’t feel it inside me anymore, but my head still hurts,” Medjuline confessed.

The woman lowered her sword and stepped forward.

“Nali!” the hippogriff in the tree growled fearfully.

Nali’s lips curved into a smile. It wasn’t one of amusement. It was a dangerous, anticipatory smile—as if she were daring anything to attack her. She rested her hand on the young troll’s arm and studied her closely. Several tense seconds passed before she whispered something so softly that Asahi couldn’t hear it.

He took in a startled breath when the marble woman suddenly changed into a version of herself that was softer, warmer, and far more glorious. Her smooth, light brown skin glowed in the filtered light of the sun above the canopy, making it appear the same color as creamy milk chocolate. Her long black hair hung in tight ringlets around her face and shoulders, reminding him of the ancient Cretan women.

“Pai, the alien has left Medjuline’s body. It is safe to come down,” she replied.

Medjuline sniffled while silent tears continued to