“So tight, this virgin ass,” Lorian says, as he sets the pace, slowly at first, stretching me, wider and wider, and then harder and deeper, until I’m unable to do anything butendurethe pressure of both pleasure and pain.
Their cocks completely claiming me. And I want them to continue just as much as I want them to stop.
“This is so real,” I breathe. There’s no part of me untouched, unclaimed. Every breath is theirs. Every inch of me locked in their rhythm. And it’s real. All of it. None of it is a figment of my imagination.
My body jolts with every thrust. I’m shaking, begging, lost between these men. There’s too much—too much fullness, too much heat, too muchwant.I can feel every twitch, every breath. They don’t speak anymore. They grunt, curse, growl my name like a sacrament.
"Stay with us," Rafe says, his hand gripping my jaw. "Don't disappear. You're here. You're ours. Claimed and cherished."
"Yours," I agree, the word tasting like reality now.
Lorian holds my hips still. While Rafe reaches in-between us and rubs my clit to take me over the edge of another orgasm.
And now, between their bodies, their heat sealing me in, I realize that I only ever wanted to beclaimedby someone who loved me, not out of obligation, but because of who I am.
A tremor runs through me, not from fear or from shame, but of recognition that I am theirs and they are mine. And I come to accept, as the peak of another orgasm comes crashing down, that these alien twins were always my fate.
Not a collar.
Not a contract.
Not the darker side of a fate I deserved.
And most definitely not a fantasy I invented out of insanity.
My breath trembles, my muscles contract, and the last of my resistance slips like a thread snapping inside me. I feel it go—shuddering and gasping silently. A surrender so total it feels like falling back into a life I never stopped wanting, even though, I only had glimpses of it before.
Lorian kisses the back of my neck. “We knew you’d come home to us.”
Rafe tilts my chin up with two fingers, making me meet his eyes. “It doesn’t get more real,” he says softly.
“You come again when I say,” Lorian commands, “And not a second before.”
“Please, I can’t?—”
“Youwill.” Rafe pinches my clit and then begins rubbing me quickly. It’s so raw, but I begin to feel myself warming to another orgasm. “We know your body, Eve. You can come again if we want it.”
“And we do want it.”
Rafe and Lorian begin to work my body into another orgasm. And when I’m on the verge, I feel they are as well. Their bodies tense between my own.
“Now, Wife,” they both say at the same time.
My orgasm tears through me like a hurricane. My body clamps down, and they both groan, both curse, both fill me. Lorian in my ass, Rafe in my vagina, claiming me completely. I breathe through all the physical sensations and conflicting emotions, with both their names on my lips, shaking and raw, the pleasure blinding, almost holy.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. I’ve never felt so alive.
Then, we collapse in a tangle of limbs and breath and sweat. And I begin to cry at the overwhelmingrightnessof it. The completion. And the authenticity I required that this is all real, and none of it was my imagination.
As I drift toward sleep, I find myself planning our future. The life we'll build in this strange place between worlds. I reflect on my own position. What I have isn’t freedom exactly, but it’s enough.
Dr. Veil had been right, the Sovereigns had always known, and now so did I—freedom was never about belief, only about what the body learned to endure without breaking.
So, I signed the marriage contractknowingevery clause is a chain. Ten years of service. Ten years under their law. Lorian says I’m seen by the goddesses; Rafe says I’m safe. Both are lies, but they’re the kind of lies that I can live with. And they’re no different from the lies I tell myself.
But despite this being yet another cage, I have the feeling that I have finally come home. But I’m not the same woman I was when I arrived at the Celestial Spire.
I have become who I had to to survive and I won’t apologize or allow myself to feel ashamed over it. I did what had to be done, and in the end, I got everything I ever wanted.
