Page 83 of Test of Tyrants


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“I need you to keep reminding me of your previous pain and my purpose. I…” She pursed her lips and blew out a breath through her nose. “I know I’ve changed, and frankly I have no clue what I’ll do if I become queen. I want to change things, but I have no cluehowto do that. Hopefully, with you by my side — with all my friends, my new family — helping me, and keeping me in line, thenwe allcan change this world.”

I wanted to believe her so damned much, but it was hard to have faith in this dark, dank cell. Even with Izzy here, helping me, altering me so I’d be able to win my freedom tomorrow, I still had doubts.

She must have seen it.

“Let’s take it one day at a time, one horrible misadventure at a time, okay?” she said with a half-smile. “I care for you now… that’s what matters. And once you’ve survived this… we can talk more, check in again, communicate as often as we need to. That’s what people in relationships do, right?”

I nodded, giving my own wary smile.

She gave another breathy little laugh. “I thought so, but I haven’t had a stable relationship in… ever. So, you’re my first.” It was meant to be a joke, but I couldn’t appreciate it. “Just… keep letting me know what you’re thinking, what you’re worried about, and I’ll keep being there for you, like you’ve been there for me,” she finished.

I smiled truly at that. “As long as you’ll have me, I’ll bethere for whatever you need. I’ve made up my mind to serve you every way I can, for as long as I can, be that a few days or the rest of our lives.”

She nodded. “Let’s hope it’s that second option.”

By the spirits, I hoped so.

“Who knows,” she said wistfully. “Maybe our love will change the world!”

Maybe.

I couldn’t quite imagine what that looked like, but I loved that she believed it was possible.

“Now, are you ready to fight for your freedom?” she asked, sitting up on her knees a bit more. “I’m ready to get back to work.”

I turned, giving her my back and flashing out my wings again. “I’m ready,” I said, wincing and hissing at the pain. Even just having my partially transformed wings out hurt like hell. Once they were fully converted, I didn’t know whether that would hurt more or less. Whichever it was, I’d get used to it. Because Izzy was doing all of this to help me, and I’d endure any hardship or pain to win my freedom and extend our lives together.

Izzy worked through the night, turning my wings to steel, filling me with strength and speed and fortitude as only an elf could, then binding it all in place. She also broke the binding on the collar that restrained my abilities.

A couple times during the night, she left the cell to ensure the guards remained asleep.

And when she was done transforming me, I felt like a whole new me. I’d thrash Artol if I fought him now.

“There’s one last thing I’d like to do before I go,” she breathed as we both stood. She doused us both in water, sluicing off the filth we’d acquired as she’d worked. That plastered her dress to her form. Spirits, she was stunning.Even more so than her beauty, her entire aura and demeanor was sexy as hell, strong and determined and kind.

The bond tugged and… since I had no clothes to hide it — and Izzy had given me the strength and vitality to fuel it — I couldn’t conceal my arousal.

She looked at my rising cock and smiled.

“Oh… I see you had the same thought.” She slipped off that barely-there dress and came to me. Her sexy-as-sin body pressed against me, fulfilling all my dreams and desires, as her needful lips found mine.

Our bond wasn’t demanding it, but with the pressure and expectation of the fight to come, we both needed this.

MYELAS

Izzy hopped up,legs wrapping around me. Even before she’d added to my strength, I could hold her with ease. Now, she was light as air.

Izzy lifted herself a little more, her lips pulling away from mine, my face in line with the bounty of her chest. I feasted on her perfect breasts, sucking a hardening nipple into my mouth as she spoke softly.

“You know,” she breathed, gasping as I flicked her nipple with my tongue. “That spirit sex we had wasdamnedhot and sodeep, but I missedthis… touching you.

As had I, and she had to be aware of how much I’d missed her, given the raging hot hardness of my cock trapped between us. She slowly shifted her pubic bone over it, rousing me even more.

But there was no way I’d give in to my desire just yet. There was a chance this might be our last time together, and if so, I wanted to leave a lasting impression.

I buried my face between her heavenly breasts, kissing over her heart. With her death-grip around my waist, I didn’t really need to hold her, so I slid my hands betweenher thighs and my hips, cupping under her legs once more before lifting her suddenly.

Izzy yelped in surprise as I pulled her up, till my face was buried in another heavenly place. She put her legs on my shoulders, hands on my head to steady herself as my lips sought to please her.