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His lower hands grip my ass cheeks as he thrusts upward, somehow stimulating me even more as our pelvises smack together. My breasts dangle in front of Systorak’s mouth, and he opens wide to lap at them.
“Oh, Systorak, you’re going to kill me,” I say, sounding trancelike.
He grins and licks me without hesitation. I grunt as I lose myself, his cock sending me into orbit as we collide with each other, a comet meeting an asteroid in the void of space.
“Yes! Yes! YES!”
We buck against each other in a frenzied state, our love and admiration for one another surging through our bodies in the form of magical lust. My second orgasm of the evening comes with great force, making every one of my limbs weak.
Words escape me as I moan, whimper, and groan during one of my most satisfying and fulfilling climaxes. Systorak holds onto me, the way he always does, as I ride him and wallow in the seas of my own delight.
I grind on his dick as I feel him tense, his own climax spilling out and shooting into my pussy. It is warm and lovely, and I soak him up, heaving like a thirsty beast on top of him.
We say very little as we absorb each other’s gratification, rocking back and forth like a person in prayer, our hands unable to settle in one spot on each other’s bodies. Eventually, I feel myself coming down from the clouds, and I rest my head on his shoulder.
He curls all of his limbs around me, and I feel like I am in a safe little cocoon.
“I love you, Lana,” he muses into my ear.
I shiver again and kiss his lobe.
“I love you too, Systorak.”
TWENTY-THREE
LANA
Getting used to the coin embedded in my palm became oddly easy once I was able to make use of it. After finding my powers once again, ones that had lain dormant for years and had more control over me than I did over them, the metallic tapping of two fingers against my palm began to feel like a ritual.
A ritual that I started to find comfort in once I had come to the beautiful realization that this realm is indeed my home. Milthar served me well for what it was, but it had me at a standstill, a reluctant embrace in a chilly moor.
Being with Systorak feels like the complete opposite. I’ve never in my life felt like I belonged anywhere more. The shackles of my woes and bitterness have fallen from my mind, heart, and soul and have faded into the dust in the ether.
Once our matehood was established, I moved in with the demon, and my position as heiress was solidified. The threat to my life and positioning has somewhat diminished, but according to Sys, it may never completely fade. Demons are a greedy breed and a little impulsive when it comes to a thirst for violence.
Nevertheless, he swore to me that he would protect me at all costs. I look around the small room and realize we require a much bigger setting for the takeover of the demon courts and various spontaneous romps.
I was invigorated, laying out plans for our own personalized mansion of sorts, keeping the coin close yet out in the open for others to know who I am. It speaks as a power move to show that I am no longer keeping it a secret.
The mansion is built quickly in this realm, and once it is finished, Systorak and I spend the rest of the day filling it with new furniture, ancient paintings, and wonderful ideas of hope and luxury. My sex drive also seems to be through the roof since meeting Systorak, so we share our fantasies often and in wonderfully crude detail. We make our way through each room, fucking, teasing, lovemaking, leaving our mark wherever our energy and attraction take us that day.
In between all of the sex and playful touching, I informed Systorak that I wanted to get involved in the king’s court with him. I had told him that because of my wealth and status, he didn’t need to continue his position as constable.
“Especially since they tend to look down upon those positions, for whatever reason.”
In our new kitchen full of light from the dramatic storm pouring over the ashen fields and into our opulent abode, we are enjoying a warm tea-like drink, Systorak in a robe, with me completely naked, at a long glass table that only the two of us have sat at thus far.
As you may have guessed, we had just made love and moved into the kitchen feeling peckish and indulgent. Sys brings that out in me, the part that is willing to feel pleasure and not feel an ounce of guilt about it.
He drummed his fingers against the table, pursing his lips. It has only been a month since Lord Egretz was put on trial for attempting to take the coin from me, branded a traitor, and placed in lockup. The justice system in this realm is wild and a lot more outwardly unhinged than anything I’d ever seen.
“Do you not want me to be a constable anymore?” Systorak says, somewhat hesitantly.
I’m holding the mug of hot herbs in front of my face and shaking my head fervently.
“That’s not what I’m saying,” I reply, smirking at my beloved. “I want you to do whatever it is that you desire. You can do that, you can do nothing, you can act as my servant and lover and foot massager all day if that pleases you.”
He bites his lip, red-flared eyes fluttering.
