“Don’t stop,”I begged, curling my fingers into his antlers and cumming all over that tongue of his.
“That fucking smell,”he snarled, climbing over me. I was put on my knees and made you take guys cock what his hands in my hair.“How long did you think you’d be safe from me?”
He didn’t knot in me. He probably thought it would be too much the first time, but it had been the most incredible experience of my life and I became addicted. It was never enough. The more he fucked me, the more I needed it. Maybe itwas how thorough and dedication he was to my sweet suffering, but I wanted him every waking minute.
But as ruler, his kingdom needed him, too. I was a big girl and did my best to behave and wait for him, but he’d meet my gaze from across a crowded room and I was wet.
“I’m making you a playmate,”he panted into the side of my neck one afternoon when he was supposed to be working.
Instead, I was straddling a log with him behind me, knot locked deep inside me.
“I don’t want anyone else,”I told him.
Vaelith laughed sharply.“Do you think I would ever let another man touch you?”He pulled me up and back against his chest.“They would be a part of me. Fragments of my soul. They will be yours as I am. They will worship and love you as I do. That will protect you when I can’t. And fuck you the way your greedy cunt needs.”
I tipped my head back on his shoulder.“You’re not tired of me, are you?”
His kiss was brutal, angry and ravenous. I was breathless and bruised by the time he freed me.
“I will never tire of you. I will never want another soul the way I ache and yearn for you. You are my heart. The very thing keeping me alive. I will keep you until the very end of my existence.”
We married that afternoon with his cum running down my thighs and his scant on my skin. He bound our hands in a simple ceremony with only us and a handful of his trusted advisors. Nothing flashy or grand. Simple. Intimate. Us and the rest of our lives.
The next day, as I was wandering the woods outside our bedroom, they appeared. Three dark souls that chased me through the wilderness and took me while my husband watched. He stood with his shoulder against a tree as my boys took turnsruining me at his feet before he pulled me onto my knees and took his turn.
I love my life here.
I love my kingdom.
But I love my king with a blinding madness that has me scrambling out of our bed. I rush to the wardrobe and grab the first dress off the hook and drag it on.
My heart is pounding with a giddy rush of excitement and happiness as I race out the door.
I know exactly where to go.
I know the path. My feet know the way as I run.
There are still hazy patches in my memory, but I know enough. I remember enough.
Built from earth and vines, the castle looms far in the distance. A sprawling metropolis of lush vegetation and foliage that spans into the distance. Arched bridges join buildings over deep slits of water so blue the sky should be jealous. Everywhere, creatures roam. Each moving with their own purpose yet still stop to bow as I race past.
It has been eight years for me, but hundreds for them and still each one recognizes me like no time has passed. I suppose it’s hard to forget the only human to show up on their doorstep.
I round a bend and stop at the stone corridor with the wooden doors at the end.
My breath thumps. An erratic patter that only escalates as I stand and stare at the only thing between me and Vaelith.
Choking on emotions I can’t separate, I run. I close the distance. My weight hits the barricade and the hinges give. They swing open with a deafening crash.
Vaelith bolts to his feet. His gaze jumps from me to the place behind me. Hands giant claws at his sides.
“Rina?”
I close the distance between us and I’m caught when I throw myself into his arms.
“I remember,” I breathe into his neck.
“Leave!” he barks, scooping me up.
