And then he fucked me like a wild beast.
My bed creaked with the intensity of his thrusts, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. The feel of his cock hitting the right places inside was so good. So good so good so good. My moans echoed in my room, and I briefly wondered if my knights and Mia could hear me, but all thoughts flew out the window when Elias growled low between thrusts, “Mine. Ela. Mine. You’re mine.”
Yes.
He ground his hips against my clit, slamming hard over and over until I came again. He followed me after, one final thrust before he paused, panting over me, his eyes lighting up for a moment before it faded.
“Finally,” he laughed in between deep breaths, grinning. “I’ve claimed you. Thank you.”
Did he just thank me for fucking me? I should be the one thanking him because I really needed that.
Giving me a long, deep kiss, he pulled out and headed for the bathroom to get something to clean us up. As I lay there in the dark, my room only lit up by the ambient light from outside, I could still feel the mysterious watcher around. They stayed the entire time we were having sex. I liked to think they enjoyed the show, like all the times I made myself come alone.
Elias didn’t stay long after that. I cuddled with him after he cleaned me up, but he had to return to the forest sooner. I was alone in my bed again, very, very much awake, my mind running a mile a minute.
And I sat up in shock, because I just,justrealized there was one giant flaw with my escape plan. It was about to be two months since I was transported here, and it never crossed my mind, not even once.
Fucking cleared my head. Funny, that.
If I — Bianca Guzman, in Beatrix Gadreel’s body — attempted to teleport away from this realm, would I bring along this body? Or only my soul or consciousness would return tomyworld?
Would I disappear completely from this world?
I had always assumed it would only affectme,since it was onlymewho was brought here. Didn’t it follow that when I returned, it would only beme,too?
Then, after my escape, OG Bea’s soul would return too? Wasn’t that how it worked? That made perfect sense to me!
But the universe never cared about sense, logic, or morality.
If I successfully teleported away and brought this body with me, then what happened to my previous body? What would happen here when Bea suddenly disappears for an eternity without a trace? Would I be erased from everybody’s mind, as if I didn’t exist? Or would it be like a mysterious disappearance, and the family and friends who cherished me would suffer?
If I didn’t bring along the body, then would Bea’s soul even return? Or would this body be a soulless shell? I always assumedshe was here withme, together in this body, because I could hear her thoughts and opinions and memories!
Or was it really her, or just … me?
There were too many things I had never thought before. Too many possibilities I never considered, too many obstacles and questions that needed answers.
I don’t think I can do this on my own.
But asking for help was a death sentence. What were the odds someone would believe me in the first place? And if they did believe me, what about the possibility of being branded as an aberration — a demon? Extermination was more likely. What about the fact they’d reject helping me because it might also mean I’d disappear forever?
Today, when faced with the prospect of being taken away from the academy,murdercame naturally to them. And that’s only because of relocation! I would be alive and safe in our barony! But completely vanishing for the rest of their lives? There wasn’t an ounce of chance they’d helpmein exchange for losingBea. Even my brother dedicated his entire education to saving sickly people like me, but that didn’t mean he’d be willing to let me go!
I had to figure out what had happened toBeafirst. That should have been my priority.
What happened to her, and consequently, how did I get here? When I figure that out, then maybe, possibly, I’d form a more coherent plan than just teleporting away.
Goddammit.
Fuck!
I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t be thinking these things. I should be in my stupidly small apartment, trying to budget the little money I make from my cashier job, attending freshman year in Software Dev. I should be playing MMOs in my free time, hanging out in bars, fucking random dudes while trying tofind another boyfriend. I should be tapping on my old phone, browsing memes, watching cat videos and arguing in social media comments. I had a life! It was a stupid, shit life, but it was mine!
I didn’t belong here.
I never belonged.
And I was living a lie, in a body that wasn’t my own, pretending I was someone else.
