Dorothy and the Monster 2

Chapter Three

Vorgath

LOUD VOICES WHISPER in echoes in my head. I'm suddenly back in Zorak's dark cell and in chains. His face appears before me and a grin widens his lips.

His voice says to me, "You are mine. Your body and soul. No matter where you are..." My eyes open instantly and I realize it's another bad dream. Will I ever be free from the strong connection I feel to that place? Every day, Dorothy and my brothers tell me I'm getting better, and I can see the joy on their faces whenever they voice their observations. But I know deep down that all they see is my strength coming back gradually.

There's something else within me that's still tied to Zorak. It makes me want to lose my own head at times. It pushes the raw form of my orcish instincts to my peripheral. Just as I think about my latest nightmare, a pounding headache throbs through my skull. It feels like it's going to blow up inside my head.

It's not the first time I've felt this way, but it's never been this bad. I sit up in my bed and try to take deep breaths to calm myself down, but it's no use. Whatever it is inside me that connects me to Zorak, it feels dominant tonight.

It's fighting violently inside of me, trying to take control.

"Aaaargh!" I shout as the headache intensifies. I know I need to regain control, but it feels impossible.

Every part of my body boils up, and I'm suddenly away from the bed and on my feet. These actions don't feel like they are of my own volition at all. My legs seem to be moving at their own will and pace. I'm swiftly walking out of my room, in a daze, as I hold my vibrating head with both of my hands.

I wander through the castle, my feet taking me wherever they want. It's dark and I can barely see where I'm going, but it doesn't matter now. I need the cool breeze of the night against me. I need something to calm down the storm going on inside my head. I need to get rid of this feeling.

My breathing is uneven, and I yearn for something to pounce on. I am restless and my fangs are suddenly more sensitive than ever. Faintly, I catch a whiff of a very familiar scent. It's like a bolt of lightning hits me, and I'm suddenly more alert than I've ever been.

It smells like a drug to me, and I can't resist following it. My instincts tell me I need it more than anything in the world right now. Sniffing relentlessly like the beast I have now turned into, I follow the scent through the halls of the castle, watching carefully for any sight of the one it belongs to.

As I stagger around the castle, I catch Dorothy in between two of the massive pillars that hold the rear part of the castle's main building. It's her scent I picked up. I can smell it so strongly now that I am closer to her. I pause and watch her as she raises her face toward the dark blue sky. She is like an angel in her white gown, her long hair shining in the moonlight.

She begins to walk, moving toward the palm trees behind the building. Instinctively, I follow silently in her direction as she walks, unaware of my presence. I track her slowly, every fiber of my body telling me to hunt her down and claim her as my own.

My eyes don't stray from her. She's like prey I am compelled to stalk. I want to descend on her and take her wholly. A crude and sexual desire to own her overwhelms me. I watch on, admiring the curves of her body and the way she moves.

Even in the dark, the swaying of her hips captivates me, and so does the gentle curve of her neck. A fierce desire to be close to her overcomes me. I want to hold her down and fuck her. I want her to have her fill of my cock. The thought of her wet pussy tightening around my girth fills my head and a grunt escapes me.

But at the same time, I'm battling with myself. A part of me sees her as a tender being and I want to keep her safe. Another part, the dominant one, wants to scare her into total submission at any cost.