He held her firmly, devotion and want blending until nothing else existed. He began to move with a steady, ardent rhythm, and she shifted her hips to take him in deeper, wanting to feel it harder, loving the ache that his thick length created from within. Shudders passed through her body as he claimed her in ways no one ever could.
“You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock,” he growled as a bead of sweat formed on his forehead.
Her tension began to build as his movements quickened, fucking her with primal force into the soft ground below. She looked into his eyes, at the way they were hooded in the pleasure of his own, the pleasure she gave to him, and she came undone. Her orgasm ripped through her in punishing waves, and she screamed into the darkness as her body exploded into a violet glow.
His fevered movements became jagged, and he groaned, sliding in and out firmly as he sought his own release.
“Fuck,” he growled as his body tensed and he spilled into her, wrapping his palm around her throat and squeezing it tightly, causing her to gasp from the pressure.
When his body finally stilled, and she inhaled the fresh air around them, he slowly pulled out of her and wrapped her in his arms.
“That was fun,” he purred into her ear. “But I did find you rather fast.”
She smacked his chest. “Next time I get to find you.”
“Deal.”
They both stared up at the glowing moon above. A shooting star flew across the sky, its trail reminding her of the magic of the Wisps.
She couldn’t evade the emotion that began to form within her chest, and she held back a small sob.
“What’s wrong?” he asked as he pulled her face toward his, staring into her burning violet eyes.
She tried to look away, but his firm grip held strong.
“Why do you want to be with me when I cannot bear children?” Seda choked out the words, closing her eyes to avoid the look he might offer in return. She knew it wasn’t the right moment to ask this, not after the victorious battle, where they were supposed to be celebrating, and especially not after he just came back for her. It made her look weak, and she hated that she placed herself in this position.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded, and she obeyed, staring through her teary, blurred vision at his face, so close to hers. “I know this pain is something I can’t fix, but your worth has never been tied to what your body can or can’t do. We have each other until the end of time. That’s more than I’ve ever felt worthy of, Seda.” His words were steady and calm, but she knew they carried sadness, as well. How could it not? The Wisps told her that they would not grant that one last wish, the wish the Mother Goddess said she could have.
Even Elco, whose warmth held the arcane embodiment of love and fertility, was powerless to alter her destiny.
“I’m broken,” she whispered as she pressed her face into his chest, releasing a ragged cry.
The air shifted, and an Amaru appeared beside them.
“Now isn’t the time!” Kalongritted out.
“Kalon de Somnium,” it said. “The war is still ongoing. Someone has recovered the lost stone and is now attacking the humans.”
Darkness surroundedSeda as the wind tore through her hair. She could see the glimmer of the stars in her wings above, harmonizing with her frantic heartbeats through the feathers.
She could hear the sounds of innocent people screaming and Corvids cawing in the distance, and pushed her wings further into the center of the chaos.
When she landed, she saw fires enveloping homes, and children clutched tightly in their mothers’ arms as Jotnar tore through the small village of Joro, snagging people with wild fervor and eating them whole.
Their eyes were blazing red, as if controlled by the Dark Stone—a stone they believed they had lost.
She felt the burning sensation of rage radiate from her chest, and pain tore through her soul. She thought they ended this. They were supposed to be free from this darkness.
She glanced back, seeing Somnium a few steps behind, clad in his armor and skull mask. He was taking down the Jotnar two at a time, tormenting their minds and making their bodies writhe on the dirt roads. Blood seeped from their noses, death pulling them back into the pits of hell from which they came.
This was supposed to be over. She watched children cry out for their families and felt their sadness seep into her soul.
The world was still cruel and unbalanced.
She could offer this one sacrificial, parting gift.
Somnium looked over at her, at her chest pulsating violently and her hair alight.
