Chapter 33: Thirst And Spark
Maximus’ throat bobbed as he gulped. The gentle fragrance of the petite woman with her eyes clouded and lips trembling made him parched. The way she held him tenderly with worry apparent in her eyes...
Samah Arav – the biggest desert in the realm with almost no rainfall throughout the year. As far as the eyes reach, that place is filled with golden sand and the souls of those who lost their lives there still wandering restlessly.
In that desert where nothing is alive, it is said that a monster - the Rephelim lies motionless. It is said that its breath causes the sandstorms that are common in that desert. Its skin is tougher than any shield known to mankind and no one can find it since it covers itself in the sand.
But the more common myth is that it is the Rephelim that keeps the rain from reaching the sand. It could go on for any number of years without food or water but at the first scent of rainclouds, it would wake up and would swallow the whole of the cloud not letting a single drop fall. Not only that, when it wakes up, it would go on a rampage sucking the life out of anything with even a single drop of water content.
And hence the dragon king forbade rainfall in that area turning it to a wasteland.
He always found that part intriguing where just the scent of water would make a beast that slumbers for long without the need for water would turn a monster when otherwise it never minds anything.
Looking at the petite woman in his embrace, or rather the one who is holding his life-force in her hands, he felt that thirst that the Rephelim would feel at the scent of water.
He is twenty four years old. He’s been around women from the age of sixteen. He’s seen all types of women and many women tried their best to make him thirst for him.
He was unmoved!
That is until yesterday. He was just a slumbering Rephelim thinking that nothing would affect him.
But then she kissed him.
From then on, he has become so overcome with desire, he couldn’t think about anything but her and her lips. Her lips feel like the petals of a rose and taste like rose jam. He wants to hold her tightly and sink into her to affirm that she is his, to quench his thirst.