"How do you feel, Queenie?" I ask, kissing her sweat-slick brow.
"Good." Her voice is hoarse. "I'm gonna be sore."
I nod, tickling her cheek.
"I'll ask if the healers have something for your pain when we return to Glimmerveil."
"Thoughtful husband."
My grin deepens.
"Pragmatic. I already want to fuck you again."
Her laugh is soft and quickly broken up by a delicate yawn.
"Rest, Queenie. My cock and I will be ready for you when you wake up."
"How reassuring," she murmurs, but her smile gives her away.
Tenderness burrows into my heart.
"I love you, Arden."
"I love you." She nestles under my chin. "And your massive cock."
I laugh in the quiet clearing. Arden falls asleep in my arms. Both of us have taken advantage of the fact that fairies need little sleep. I must’ve truly worn her out.
Her heart beats in time with mine. The unbreakable ties of our souls sparkle in golden thread. The meadow rustles with the sound of life after having enjoyed our show.
The creatures venture closer to bear witness to our love. It radiates through the meadow, chasing away the darkness of the past. All that's left behind is our devotion. Arden is mine, and I am hers.
Our bond strengthens into an unbreakable and everlasting golden chain.
EPILOGUE
ARDEN - FIFTY YEARS LATER
My husband is just as handsome as the day we wed.
He enthralls me as much as he did when he was still human. His teasing words and seeking eyes have not waned over the years. I had felt him in my heart then just as I do now.
The possibility of him being mine seemed impossible when we first met, yet five decades later, I can scarcely recall a time when he wasn't with me.
It's especially difficult when he's feasting between my thighs as he is now.
My short pink gown is tucked up around my hips. Gripping the handles inside our velvet upholstered carriage, I'm lucky it's been spelled to take us to Goldren. Otherwise, my moans would've surely scandalized the ears of our royal driver.
The carriage rocks over the uneven terrain of Meadowmist.
Pink velvet curtains drape away from the windows, letting in the sunshine and fragrant breeze. My head falls back against the wall as Finn sinks his tongue into my ass. His fingers curl inside my pussy, scissoring them in a way that makes my toes curl against the bench.
I thread my fingers through his golden hair.
It's become longer over the years, teasing the tops of his shoulders. He says he grows it for me as something to hold onto.
As I wrap the strands around my fingers, I find he's right.
"Fuck! Finn, yes.Yes!"
