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I want to merge until I don’t know where I begin and the Prince of Death ends.

The binds holding me down dissipate, and then his hands are around me, hoisting me up as I rest against his hard chest.

His spirit half slides the whip out, then he teases it over my lips. “Taste yourself,” he says, and I do as he commands. I open my mouth, and he glides the leather over my tongue.

He seems pleased and groans before he throws the whip aside. Then he’s opening his pants. My eyes drop to his swollen cock, which is glittering with dark magic. All of his skin shimmers with power, and I tremble as his physical half holds me from behind.

“Do you want me in both?” he asks in my ear, making goose bumps spread over my skin.

Yes.

I can’t voice the word, so I jerk my head in a nod.

“I’m going to need a verbal confirmation on this,” physical-Arwan says as he pushes my dress over my hips and spreads my legs.

Spirit-Arwan settles between them and growls as if he’s lost the ability to speak. His cock nudges at my entrance, and my body gushes over him. He groans and holds himself in place, sliding through my folds to capture my wetness.

I whimper when he puts pressure on my clit.

“Words,” physical-Arwan encourages as he slides his fingers between my legs, pushing spirit-Arwan aside enough to capture my wetness and ready my back entrance. I flinch at the sensation, but my breath catches and then comes in short pants, allowing me to finally speak.

“Yes. I want you in both,” I manage to articulate.

He slides a finger into my ass. While this is my spirit form, I still tense up, and he patiently waits while spirit-Arwan rides himself over my swollen pussy.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” physical-Arwan whispers in my ear, seemingly speaking for the spirit part of him that looks positively primal.

I blink at the dark eyes hungrily gazing into mine.

“Please,” I whisper, and then he pushes inside.

Not fast. Not in a rushed thrust that would startle me, but with an agonizing progression of inches that has my body stretching for his impressive size.

He doesn’t have a knot. He’s not going to lock me in place, but he’s going to make me take all of him.

In both.

Arwan adds a second finger as my body is filled with him.

Then a third.

I begin to tremble.

My fingers curl, and my nails drag over physical-Arwan’s arms. He whispers words of encouragement and praise into my ear as spirit-Arwan continues to slide in.

It’s an eternity until he’s sheathed himself to the hilt.

“Now the other,” he whispers, removing his fingers, and then his cock presses against my entrance. “Relax, little queen,” he instructs.

Spirit-Arwan holds still but slides his tongue between my lips. Then he’s kissing me, coaxing me in a different way, while his physical half makes my body do things I didn’t know it could do.

So full, I think frantically as the Arwan behind me pushes in even slower, fighting for space as the thin wall of my inner flesh barely separates the two.

They’re both Arwan.

But that doesn’t make this any less intense as he thrusts and moves.

I clutch spirit-Arwan’s shoulders as my body melts into the pleasure. He rips down my dress, exposing my breasts as he kisses my neck.