After we have our fill of the beach, we could travel to the snowy mountains and keep ourselves warm by the fire all day.My cock kicks to life at the idea, pressing firmly against Willow’s backside.She is too entranced by the figure in the water to notice my hardening flesh.
I wrap my cloak around us, sparing her exposed skin from the harsh wind.It was another gift from the demon that made traveling easier.To everyone beyond Willow, I would look and sound like a human man.She was the only one who saw my true form, and that’s how I wanted it to be.
Gripping the railing in her fist, she turns to look at me over her shoulder.
“Is that what I think it is?”
I nod once, grabbing her by the hips and pulling our bodies closer.She shivers.Whether from my arousal or the wind, I cannot be sure.
“A merman?Yes, it has to be.”I nod towards the water.“They are rare.This one is far from home.”
“I wouldn’t want to face his father’s ire.”
“Or his mother’s.I fear she is even more fearsome than the Kraken of the Darksea,” I add.
The white head dips below the water.When it does not resurface after several minutes, Willow sighs.Turning, she wraps her arms around me before looking up.
“How do you feel?”
“At peace.”I wrap a tendril of her hair around my claw.“My revenge has been seen to.The anchors of those who wronged me no longer moor me in the dark waters of my past.”
Willow wrinkles her delicate nose.
“Your affinity for poetry books is beginning to annoy.”
Laughter booms from my chest as I pull her close.Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I inhale her floral scent.
“I’m glad that rotten bastard is dead.I hope the fish make a meal out of him.Better?”
“Much.”
Her lips find mine in a searing press.Their pillowy softness haunts me while I sleep.I dream of every part of her, desperate to taste her over and over again.My tongue glides along her lips, and she eagerly parts them.I taste her, fully savoring the taste of wine on her tongue from dinner.
Breaking our kiss, her eyes gleam wickedly as she licks her lips.
“Come along,” she states, taking my hand in hers.“It’s time for bed.”
I follow her dutifully, knowing sleep is the farthest thing from her mind.
In the five years we’ve been together, I’ve learned Willow inside and out.I know what scares her, what makes her cry, and of course, what brings her the most pleasure.Her wantonness has grown tenfold over the last half-decade.It is a joy and privilege to be the one who satisfies her.
I’ve lost count of all the times I’ve awoken to my cock already halfway down her throat.I do the same to her, rousing her from sleep with my mouth on her sweet pussy as the morning light paints her rosy.Once she is awake, that’s when the true pleasure begins.I feast on her flesh and cunt—I swallow down her moans and come.I wring her body of every possible pleasure it could experience and then do it all over again.
I know every hidden detail of Willow from the faint scar on her hipbone to the hidden freckle behind her ear.
As I watch her elegantly guide along the ship’s deck back towards our room, my blood heats in anticipation of possessing her again.It’s in these moments of passionate clarity that I give thanks for the One True Faith.Not because I believe what they preached—the orchestrators of such a religion can rot for all I care—but I give thanks because it brought me to Willow.
I would give anything—even if it meant being cursed again—to spare her from the harsh realities of her past.To know how much she suffered behind those walls makes me wish I could bring Father Knoll back just to kill him again.Each time I suggest it, she says not to bother, the past is the past.
And Willow is right.Always.
The One True Faith brought us together, gave us bonds to break free.Only we could understand how the other has suffered.Willow is my fate—the other half of my soul.
Willow’s body was made by angels, but her soul is pure wickedness.It is an honor to worship it every day.The setting sun frames her in gold, making her look even more heavenly than usual.I live every day for her.I’ve killed for her and would gladly do so again.
I love her.It’s as simple as that.
A wave of possessiveness overcomes me.The moment Willow unlocks the room to our small quarters, I pounce on her.Kicking the wooden door shut behind me, I tackle her onto the bed.Her giggles echo around the room and I quickly devour them.My hands are frantic on the bodice of her dress.My sharp claws slice through fabric and boning until her breasts spill free.
