This wasfun. More than that, it was freeing. I didn’t have a spare moment to think about anything but Ethan’s dick inside of me, and the orgasms he sent me spiraling into.
His muscles tightened underneath my hands, and I felt him grow tense. “Give it to me, baby,” I pleaded. “I want it all.”
That definitely drove him wild. His moans increased in intensity, until the sound of them alone made me come again.
“Fuck.” Ethan drew out the word as I felt him release, and I pushed down harder to take all of him in.
Both of us were sweaty and panting. Ethan fell on the pillows beside me, and put a hand on his forehead like he needed time to recover from seeing stars. My legs were shaking. Hot damn, it felt like we’d just run a marathon.
As Ethan turned on his side toward me, I said, “Okay. I can see now why these abducted sorceresses agreed to marry their captors.”
“Captoris a very harsh word, for they’d argue that the sorceress’s beauty was what imprisoned them,” Ethan stated. “I understand their sentiments, for you have captured me.”
Ethan kissed me. I enjoyed the soft sensations as his touch turned from rough to tender, his fingers gently stroking my hair as his mouth appreciated mine.
By the gods. I was going to miss him.
When Ethan drew away, I whispered, “We should probably get back. The others—”
“We’ll return in the morning. I want you all to myself. Just for one night.”
I couldn’t object to that. And I bet all of our friends were off doing the same thing too, somewhere. Didn’t want to walk in on anybody’s private show.
Ethan curled up beside me, holding my body to his. He fell asleep on the blankets, and I couldn’t blame him. All that fucking had tired him out.
Not me, though. I was wired. I stared at the rock ceiling of the cave and contemplated things.
Something absolutely miserable hit me. This time… had been thelast time.I was dying tomorrow. I’d never get to make love to Ethan again.
Gods, the realization crushed me inside, and I began to tremble. I hadn’t been able to fully appreciate it, so lost in the moment I’d been. I nearly woke him up, to beg him again for another go.
But that would be wrong. He needed his rest, and time away from the horrors of this world.
Would he be all right, once I was gone? He’d promised me he would be, that he would move on.
As much as he’d vowed to keep his promise, I doubted him. Not because I thought he wasn’t being truthful, but because I wasn’t sure how strong he’d be without me there.
As Ethan dozed beside me, I stroked his hair and thought about what I wanted. I felt that my heart was settled, yet, my mind wouldn’t stop coming up with all the possibilities of whatmighthappen, and what Malovia would be like if we lost.
These thoughts weren’t going to prepare me for the worst, only make me anxious. I wanted to clear my head before we put everything on the line tomorrow. To do that, I had to get to the source.
I didn’t need help slipping into my shadow meditation anymore. I could do it all by myself. I closed my eyes and envisioned myself going down that long tunnel, opening the door to the black-and-white forest in which I’d had discussions with my darker self.
I stepped through to the dark forest, but waiting for me there was not who I expected. It wasn’t my clone, but someone else. My insides twisted in revulsion as I took in his black coat and blazing red eyes. The massive stag laid curled up on his side, staring at me
“You!” I sneered. I took a wide stance and got ready to call magic to my command, before I realized I couldn’t cast it here.
Droga blinked.I am just as surprised to see you. I am unsure why you called me.
“I had nothing to do with this,” I snarled, before I realized that it could be possible that I did. Shadow work called to the gods, and to pieces of yourself you needed to speak with the most. It seemed I had business to settle with the dark god before we faced off in battle.
I refused to approach him, but Droga let out a gentle gust of breath and said,Do not fear me. We are here in your mind, me called to being by your own discretion. I cannot harm you here.
I wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth. But if he was lying, I didn’t see why he hadn’t tried to kill me by now. He appeared as comfortable as ever, lying within my vision and completely at rest.
Well, if he was here and we couldn’t fight each other, might as well see if we could talk it out. Maybe we could come to a truce.
I stood my ground as I asked, “You know I don’t want to go to war. I don’t want to sacrifice all these people just so one of us can win. Why can’t we work this out between us?”
