Chapter 3: Silkbound
Elara couldn’t forget. Days had passed since that night in the forest, but every moment was colored by the memory of the golem's touch, the chill of its body against hers. She moved through her daily tasks like a phantom, her mind replaying the encounter over and over, her skin still tingling with the ghost of its iron caress.
She had tried to shake the feelings, to bury them beneath the routine of village life, but it was no use. Every time she closed her eyes, she could feel the golem's hands on her, could hear the low, resonant hum that had vibrated through her body. It was as if a part of her had been awakened that night—something primal and uncontrollable—and it refused to be silenced.
It wasn’t just the memory that haunted her. At night, as she lay in her bed, she felt its absence like a physical ache. The cold, the power, the way it had looked at her with those glowing eyes—molten, hungry, almost alive—haunted her dreams. And in those dreams, she wasn’t afraid. She wanted it. She needed it.
Finally, one moonlit night, the pull became too strong. Elara found herself moving through the village, her feet carrying her toward the forest without her conscious command. The night was still, with only the sound of soft rustling of leaves in the breeze. Her heart pounded in her chest, not with fear, but with anticipation. She didn’t know what she was expecting to find, or if she would find anything at all, but she couldn’t stay away any longer.
She wore nothing but her nightgown, the thin fabric whispering against her skin as she moved. The gown was made of soft, flowing silk, a luxurious gift from a would-be suitor that she had never worn. Its smoothness felt like a caress with each step, a stark contrast to the rough wool she had worn the last time she ventured into the forest. Beneath it, she felt the delicate lace of her undergarments brushing against her body, a sensation that sent a shiver of excitement through her. The lace was something she rarely wore, a secret indulgence she kept hidden beneath her everyday clothes. But tonight, she had put them on without thinking, as if some part of her knew what she was coming for.
The forest loomed before her, dark and foreboding, but Elara didn’t hesitate. She slipped into the shadows, her breath catching as the cool night air kissed her skin. The deeper she ventured, the more alive she felt, her senses heightened by the memory of that first encounter. Every rustle, every shift in the darkness, made her heart race.
She reached the clearing where they had met, the flowers still blooming under the moonlight, their petals glowing softly in the darkness. Elara stood there, her breath coming in shallow pants, her skin prickling with anticipation. The air was thick with tension, as if the forest itself was holding its breath, waiting.
And then she heard it—the familiar, heavy footsteps echoing through the trees. Her heart leapt into her throat as she turned, her eyes searching the shadows. The golem emerged slowly from the darkness, its massive form gliding between the trees with an almost unnatural grace. Its eyes locked onto hers, glowing brighter as it approached, the molten orange light illuminating the clearing.
Elara didn’t move. She couldn’t. The weight of the golem’s gaze pinned her in place, her breath coming in ragged bursts as it closed the distance between them. The air crackled with the electricity of their unspoken connection, the space between them shrinking until it stood mere inches from her.
She looked up at it, her pulse pounding in her ears. The golem’s head tilted slightly, as if studying her, its molten eyes flicking down to the lace peeking out from beneath her nightgown. Elara’s breath caught in her throat as it reached out, its hand hovering just above her chest, the chill of its iron fingers seeping through the thin fabric. The silk, usually cool against her skin, seemed to warm under the golem's proximity, heightening her awareness of every point where the fabric clung to her.
This time, there was no hesitation. Elara pressed into its touch, her body arching toward the golem as if drawn by an invisible force. The golem’s hand slid down her body, tracing the line of her waist, its fingers brushing against the lace at her hips. She shivered under its touch, her breath coming in soft gasps as the air between them became electric. The silk of her gown flowed over her skin like water, but where the golem touched, the fabric felt like a second skin, binding her to the moment.
The golem’s other hand rose to once again cup her face, its thumb brushing over her lips in a tender, almost reverent gesture. Elara’s eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her as she leaned into its touch, her hands resting on its broad chest. The iron was cool beneath her fingers, but she could feel the pulse of energy within it, a steady, powerful rhythm that matched the pounding of her own heart. The silk seemed to pulse along with it, a living part of the connection between them.
The golem’s hand at her waist slid lower, its fingers slipping under the hem of her nightgown to brush against the lace of her undergarments. Elara gasped, her body trembling with a mixture of desire and anticipation. The lace was so delicate and fragile against the golem’s iron touch, as it tugged gently at the fabric, parting just enough to expose the soft skin beneath. The silk gown slid easily over her, opening outwards, as if eager to bare her to the golem’s touch.
Elara’s breath hitched as the golem’s fingers traced the edge of the lace, its touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. It moved with deliberate slowness, as if savoring every moment, every reaction. Elara’s heart raced, her mind spinning with the overwhelming intensity of it all. She had never felt so alive, so completely consumed by sensation.
The golem’s touch grew bolder as it explored the curves of her body, the delicate lace barely clinging to her hips. Elara’s breath came in ragged bursts as it leaned in, its mouth brushing against her neck, the cool metal sending shivers down her spine. She could feel its breath against her skin, the chill of its presence surrounding her, enveloping her in a cocoon of raw, unbridled desire. The silk of her gown, once a barrier, now felt like an extension of the golem's touch, each movement a caress that set her nerves aflame.
Her hands roamed over its iron chest, tracing the ridges and edges of its form, her fingers digging into the metal as she clung to it. The golem’s hands tightened on her hips, its grip firm and possessive as it pressed her against a nearby tree. Elara’s back arched, her body straining toward it, desperate for more.
The lace of her undergarments slipped further down her hips, the delicate fabric barely holding on as the golem’s touch grew more insistent. Elara’s breath came in soft, desperate moans, her body writhing under its hands, the sensations building to something she’d never felt before. The silk, now pooled at her feet, was forgotten, its luxurious feel a distant memory as she surrendered fully to the moment, to the golem, and to the transformation taking place within her.