The ball of light that hovers between us grows larger as its heat begins to overtake me. A glistening trail of sweat drips down my chest, running between my breasts—a path that Drayven’s shadows follow expeditiously, both cooling and igniting me at the same time.
Air ignites like fire in my lungs as I burn through my power, the glowing red light expanding with each exhalation. My vision clouds, wholly consumed by the scarlet light of the newborn sun. The tips of my feet scrape against the ground as I levitate, following the sphere’s ascent into the Under Realm’s sky.
Every inch of me sizzles as I drown in the fiery waters of infernal power. The entire realm trembles under the weight of my light.
Not the darkness.
Not the infinite void of Death.
Mylight.
Shouts ring up from the homes below—souls emerging from their comfortable shadows to catch a glimpse of the celestial body and the goddess that birthed it.
Cool bands of wispy black magic skate across my skin, wrapping around my wrists and pulling me back toward the still quaking ground. Drayven shields me from the rocks that crumble around us, gripping me by the ass and wrapping my legs around his waist. An anchor in the depthless sea of power that threatens to sweep me away completely.
“Do you still feel hungry?”
“Yes,” I pant. “Feed me, Dark One.”
Tattoos slither from the Dark God’s skin and slip in the space between us, sliding under the silk fabric and up my slick thighs. But unlike the last time, they don’t graze or tease.
My head throws back with a moaning scream as bands of Drayven’s magic thrust into me. They curl and twist, stretching and filling every inch of me as the sun continues to expand. Thecombination of searing power and his icy magic hurtles me toward the edge of pleasure, but just before I crest, they disappear.
I groan loudly at the absence as my eyes snap back to his. “Drayven,” I plead breathlessly.
The Dark God of Death captures my mouth, his tongue slipping between my lips to tangle with mine. He grips my hair, pulling my head back to make his declaration. “I’ve already told you, Light. You won’t find release on my shadows, or my hands, or my tongue, but I plan to use them all on you anyway.”
“You’re a wicked god.”
“Yes, but I am your god.”
My chest heaves as Drayven’s shadows rip open the bodice of my dress. He wastes no time taking my nipple in his mouth while he twists the other between his finger and thumb.
The red sun hangs high in the sky now, casting a scarlet glow over his white hair. I rake my fingers through it, guiding his head as he sucks. His sharp canines scrape against the tender flesh of my breast, my back arching when I feel them break the skin. But Drayven doesn’t taste my blood. Instead he moves to the other, letting the crimson liquid drip down my glowing skin.
My body quivers when his fingers slide into me and my power surges again. The red sun vibrates as our sweat mixes with my blood. Drayven holds perfectly still. I roll my hips, chasing the pleasure he denies me as the glowing star stretches overhead.
“Do you like it here?” he growls, more animal than man, as I ride his fingers.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“Good.” He licks the column of my throat, tasting the magic that coats my skin. “Because it likes you. It wants to bow to you.”
A column of shadows forms in my peripheral, morphing into something. He spins me with preternatural speed, depositing my ass gently on the now-materialized velvet seat. Scrawling black inktwines with the taut veins of his forearms as he leans in, clutching the arms of the chair and towering over me.
“And now it will,” he declares. “I have given you a realm to shape and a throne from which to rule it. May I taste you now?”
I take in the gilded chair the king crafted for me. It’s smaller than his, but outshines it in both material and splendor. Each spire rising from the back of the throne is sharpened into an immaculate point, their heights varying like the rays of a sunburst.
Perfect for the Goddess of Light.
Power vibrates in my veins, tempting me to complete the metamorphosis happening in the sky, but I don’t divert my attention from the deity currently licking his lips.
“Not yet,” I say to both the god and the sky.
Something dark and dangerous flares to life in his emerald irises. Drayven wipes the dribble of my blood from his chin with his thumb, the silver ring glowing red under my light.
In one swift move, The Dark God of Death drops to his knees before me, rips off what remains of my gown, and tosses it carelessly to the side. “And what if I bow to you? Will you allow it now, goddess?”
