Eijar was the sole entity permitted to maintain such intimate proximity to Isiah, a privilege afforded entirely by their spiritual bond. He derived a profound sense of solace from her physical presence.
With her, he was anchored by the certainty that he was not entirely alone, that he posed no threat to her, and that he could experience touch without the violent compulsion to murder taking hold.
The sensation of her smooth scales against his skin offered a soothing effect, acting almost like a narcotic, yet it was ultimately a temporary reprieve.
The dark hunger persisted, burning relentlessly within his core even as she coiled around him.
"Master, I will not instruct you to breathe or compose yourself," Eijar murmured softly against his cheek. "This craving for slaughter will only magnify from this moment onward. It will expand uncontrollably, abating only when you feast upon another victim."
