Chapter 58 #3
Then when those shadow fingers moved it sent a heightened current through every nerve ending. Stars danced in behind her closed lids as all of her burned. The sting entangled with her elation, her moans filling the chamber as she fell completely at their mercy.
The sensation soaked her in pleasure until her body softened, open and begging. Yet the release stayed beyond her grasp.
Alora shuddered from the sheer torment of it.
“Rune,” she whimpered.
“Yes, love?”
“Please. I need you!”
And his restraint snapped.
He seized her ankles and tore her free. His shadow-self dissolved into smoke, curling away as if afraid of what he might do if it lingered too long.
Rune climbed over her, one arm lifting her hips, the other tangling in her hair.
“Say it again,” he growled against her neck.
“I need you. Only you.”
His lips grazed her ear. “Then breathe.”
She inhaled a breath and he sank into her, inch by blessed inch.
Alora’s back arched off the bed with a cry. He filled her so completely, she had never imagined such heat, such intimacy, and yet it was him, always him, that made even the forbidden feel like worship.
Rune groaned. Panting as if it had taken everything out of him. The fit was still tight, but much more forgiving than before. Any pain eased away with the spark of his magic as he continued to fully sink into her. She gasped for air, her body shaking from the girth of him.
He kissed the tears rolling down her temples. “You feel divine,” he said, lips branding down her throat, biting down enough to claim. “So soft, so fucking perfect.”
She shook beneath him. On the verge of ascendance or demise.
Rune stayed still, letting her adjust. Once her shaky breathing evened, he asked, “May I move?”
A smile rose to her lips and she brushed his jaw. It was that rare tenderness he only reserved for her that made her completely surrender.
At the first roll of his hips, she whimpered, the fullness overwhelming. He captured her mouth in his, each thrust was slow, dragging against her, alighting every thread of her being with pleasure. Her legs wrapped around his waist, instinctively, needfully.
As he picked up the rhythm, the pressure grew insatiable, and bliss sweeping through her. Sweat beaded on Rune’s skin, wings flared and shadows curled around her hips as he thrust deeper, every motion shaking the bed.
The shadows wrapped around them like smoke around fire, witnessing the unholy union of light and darkness, of a goddess and of the eternally damned.
Light radiated between them, their markings blazing with magic. Power surged through her body and the paths of white light bloomed on her chest like a flower of death, lined in red. Rune’s marks lit to blazing crimson as well.
Ecstasy. It was pure ecstasy.
“Do you feel that, Alora,” Rune breathed against her lips. Every plunge of his hips made all of her dissolve. “That is our bond at last falling into place. Not even fate can take you away from me now.”
She couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. She clung to his shoulders as Rune fucked her like a god who had gone too long without worship.
Alora moaned, arching into him as he slammed into her again, sharper this time, his length dragging against every nerve that made her toes curl. She was already close again, the pressure building too fast, her body already trembling from the way he moved.
Like he couldn’t get enough.
Like he’d never stop.
“Look at you,” he growled. “You look so beautiful. Look at how perfectly your pretty cunt accepts me.”
Alora did, amazed to see that wicked length plow into her, slick with her arousal. Deep and fully. Pulsating with red paths. Penetrating her to the depths of her soul. The sensation. The fullness. It was maddening.
“Let it out, love. I want to hear you scream.”
One of his hands slid between them, and his thumb rolled over her sensitive bud with practiced, punishing circles. Release crashed through her like a wave of electricity.
Then something hummed beneath her skin.
Something primal and instinctive, as though something older than language had finally risen to the surface. The markings on her skin blazed as Rune’s did, his body relenting as he wildly drove into her.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
Her hands curled into his shoulders, and her fangs sank into his throat where his pulse beat strongest.
Rune released a roar that shook the shadows themselves. And then he came with one final brutal thrust, his hips shuddering violently as he spilled inside her.
A current of sensation rushed through her at once.
Alora’s back arched as electricity licked down her spine, her veins aglow with radiant heat.
An unseen tether pulled taut between them.
Magic poured from her in a breathless surge, light and shadow entwining as though it had always been meant to. The bond surged through her soul, and she gasped at the sudden intensity of it.
Rune’s breath caught, his power answering hers in a deferential wave that rippled through the bond, and the knowledge of it settled into her bones with quiet certainty.
When her fangs released him, a mark of bright lines threaded beneath the surface of his flesh in glimmers of gold. It thrummed, warm beneath her fingertips, then settled as though it had always belonged there.
Alora was anchored to him in a way that went beyond vows or crowns. Rune panted shakily, his eyes alight with his awe. His devotion. The weight of what she had done settling into them.
She had claimed him.
Then his mind wove into hers, a flood of memory and emotion Rune felt. Their souls no longer brushed, they merged.
They collapsed, tangled in the sheets and breathless. He didn’t pull out. Simply held her closer to his chest, their hearts wildly beating together.
You marked me, shadow darling. Now all will know I am irrevocably and eternally yours.
Alora’s lips curved faintly. I couldn’t help it. You truly do have an unforgettable cock.
She choked on a gasp when he thickened inside of her.
Fortunate for you, Rune rumbled. I have two of them.
She laughed and he kissed her like he’d never let her forget it.
That delicious length pulled out of her, making Alora pathetically whine in protest.
“Don’t worry, songbird. It’s not going anywhere,” Rune said roughly, mouth pressed against her ear.
Alora barely had time to breathe. One heartbeat, she was limp against the bed, still pulsing with the aftershocks, his seed spilling out of her, and the next Rune flipped her over onto the gold-stained sheets.
She yelped as he pressed her into the mattress, claws gripping her hips from behind. Shadows bound her wrists again, this time not to the wall but to the edges of the bed. The strands shimmered like silk and steel.
He gripped each curve of her ass in his clawed hands, nipping her flesh with soft bites and kisses down her spine. Seven help her, was he not finished? When she tried to wiggle away, his claws gripped her waist in place.
“The night is long,” he murmured against her pebbled flesh. “And I will not release you until dawn breaks, or until you beg me to.”
Heat washed through her core in delight. He lined himself up behind her, hot and impossibly hard.
And larger.
Her eyes widened as the ridges of his second length slid along her slit. “I thought you would only give one tonight.”
“Yes…” His voice was darker now, lower. The kind of voice a god used when punishment was overdue. “One at a time.”
Her insides tingled in anticipation.
She gasped when the tip tease her rear entrance.
Rune chuckled. “Not yet, little bird. You are certainly not ready for that.”
She clenched her teeth. “Cease your rambling and fuck me, Rune.”
He growled like a beast set free and thrust into her with one smooth stroke.
Alora’s cry was muffled by the bedding. Magic seared between them, easing the sting as he thrust. Her legs shook from the sheer pleasure of it.
Those ridges caressed corners of her body she never thought she had.
Her core gushed with her arousal and her walls clamped down on him, begging for more.
Rune snarled in response, slamming harder, angling deeper.
This wasn’t slow nor sweet.
He was unleashed, deep, brutal, and relentless. The slap of skin and fluttering wings echoed in the chamber, her moans swallowed by the stone walls as Rune took her like a man driven into a frenzy.
Every thrust felt so excruciatingly good it had her crying, begging, whimpering, whining. He took a fist full of her hair at the base of her scalp and tugged her head back to lick her tears.
“You drive me to madness,” he rumbled, his chest pressed to her spine. “Do you know what you do to me? What it costs me not to tear you apart every time you look at me with those innocent eyes?”
Alora shivered, unable to answer. Her body was stretched and pulsing raw with pleasure.
Their mouths crashed in a demolishing kiss as he slammed into her.
“Your body has changed to fit only me,” Rune growled, grinding deep. “No other will ever satisfy you.”
Hooking his arm around her legs, Rune hauled her backward off the bed as he rose on his feet with her suspended in the air, his rigid cock still inside of her. Then to her utter astonishment, he began to grind her on him, up and down with deep, languid strokes.
“Oh—” she gasped, nearly incoherent as he hit a spot inside of her that made her convulse. Her eyes rolled back. “Oh, gods—”
“Do not call upon them when I am fucking you,” Rune snarled. His claws dug into her spread thighs hanging over his arms, fangs nipping her neck and shoulder. Not breaking skin, but enough to leave red streaks that would remind her later who had claimed her. “Do you see how deep I am inside of you?”
She panted, gasping at the bulge rhythmically pounding in her stomach.
“There is nothing holy about this, Alora.”
She moaned, holding onto one of his horns as she leaned back, all of her turning to liquid fire. Her body throbbed and the swell in her core seemed to impossibly grow. The pressure was unbearable. Another climax was building, fierce and fast, coiling low in her belly.
He growled in her ear, “This sweet little cunt is mine.”
Then those fangs sank into her shoulder with a final brutal thrust and her vision went white.
Alora broke apart, body spasming around him as she screamed his name, coming harder than before. Rune’s growl ripped through the room as he spilled into her again, hips jerking with the force of it.
They collapsed in a tangled heap, her body trembling. She whimpered as he withdrew from her body, leaving her stretched and throbbing.
His arms wrapped around her as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. “No song is sweeter than the melody of your voice screaming my name,” he murmured, voice rough. “I wonder how many more times I can make you scream it tonight.”
Alora smiled through the haze, body spent, spirit drunk on him. She traced one of the glowing magma lines along his lengths with a slow finger and said, “Shall we make a wager, Your Majesty?”
The King of the Netherworld gave her a wicked grin. And for the first time since her magic had awakened…
Alora no longer felt cursed.