“It reveals the past or the future to a person,” Clyde voiced, turning back to face her. “But only if it chooses you. It is quite selective and it hasn’t revealed anything to anyone in years. It's safe to safe, it's a snub.”“That’s…” Emma stammered. “That’s spectacular.”“I know,” he agreed, opening the door of the cabin. In the middle of the cabin, Emma could see a bird-like creature. Its eyes were large, and she could feel the intensity of its gaze on her. She swallowed, studying the strange bird. It was about 3 ft 4, with a small head and long neck. It was covered in black feathers with golden strips sprinkled around it. Emma was captivated, and she was intrigued to know her past. Staring at the bird, she could only think of one thing. She wanted to know what really happened the night her parents died. She wanted to know who was responsible for killing them and why their death had been so mysterious. “How does it work?” she asked, turning to Clyde. “How does it reveal the past

Clyde walked into the room, his eyes glancing around until they landed on Emma in a corner. She was staring at him fiercely and he sighed. "Are you still pissed? I was trying to make sure you're ok. I don't think you're weak. If you were, you wouldn't have been able to handle everything that has been thrown into your life for the past few weeks. Yet, here you are doing just fine while still trying to figure out more about your life," he said calmly. Emma was too stunned to speak. She never thought that Clyde would be so comforting. He was always eager to dismiss her worries and barely acknowledged whenever he was at fault. But he was apologizing to her. She cleared her throat before speaking. "I just want you to acknowledge me. I want you to stop treating me like I am inferior to everyone. I want you to see me, Clyde. I am not invisible," she replied. Clyde felt his chest become heavier. He wasn't usually the type to acknowledge that he was wrong. But the way Emma had been star

“You make me mad, Emma.” Clyde was surprised at how firm his voice came out compared to how giddy he felt within.Like a tortoise crawling to a jackpot, he went down and down until his breathing fanned Emma's fold. With his left hand, he spread her opening, reviewing a wet pussy, throbbing and swollen clit. At once, he sucked on her pussy, swallowing every bit of the moisture. He used his tongue to flicker in her swollen clit, and it felt like heaven for Emma.His left hand wandered from one nipple to the other, increasing the intensity. He sucked and licked, played with her clit, and finally brought his finger to insert into her awaiting pussy. First, a finger went in. He was careful not to bridge her walls, as he kept that honor for his cock to devour. He soon added another finger, causing Emma to uncomfortably shuffle.“Steady,” he growled, displeased but aware of her fear.The foreign intrusion soon became a familiar one as so many activities went on at once. Playing with her nipp

Seconds turned minutes turned hours. Both were knocked out for at least three hours when Emma rolled over, her hands draping over Clyde. She unconsciously winced at the discomfort arising from the middle of her leg. It hurt a bit, but the pleasure she had just experienced overshadowed that pain.Clyde's eyes flung open when he felt her hand on him. He looked down to see her smiling while laying across his chest, her full hair sprawled all over the place. A foreign feeling of calmness overtook him. Without knowing, he began to run his hand over her hair numerous times. This act made Emma sigh and snuggle tightly into him.She was beautiful and at peace. Clyde saw the world of what a future with her would be like a flash before his eyes; beautiful love-making sessions, cuddling and maybe making cute human babies. All the while he has known her, watching from afar, Emma has always scented nice. Somehow, in that lovely and intoxicating scent, Clyde had wished a couple of times that she wa

Once Clyde's almost bare body hit the cold weather of the night outside, he slammed his fist into the nearest wall with so much strength that it cracked. He was furious with himself for hurting Emma and more angry with the Moon Goddess for putting him in a situation like this.“If I did something wrong, find another way to punish me! Not this way!” he yelled into the night sky through the top to floor window in his wing, the stars looking down on him. His heart rate went over the top, his adrenaline pumping like gas trying to fill a car's tank.Clyde went straight to his room, changing into track pants, a sweatshirt, and black sneakers. All the veins on his forehead almost popped out of anger. Clyde went to his drawer on the left side of his wardrobe and took out a wad of cash. He hardly spent money, as almost everything was taken care of by his people. Tonight, he would find a need to spend. Some kind of distraction.He inhaled sharply and took to flight. He wanted some refreshing ai