Chapter 60 #3
Rune shallowly thrust into her palm, the twin proof of his hunger brushing against her belly. The sensation sent a current of heat low into her core.
“You are the only one…” he said thickly, “And the only one who has taken both.”
Alora’s core thrummed with delight and desire. With a possession so hot it burned. The mood shifted, heavier, and intoxicating. Her wonderment bleeding into want and craving.
It hummed like a heartbeat, echoing through the bond that tethered them.
At the flick of her fingers, the last of his clothing fell away.
She looked down at the heavy lengths, dark and glowing in their otherworldly forms, nearly too big to hold in her hands.
Her body already ached to have them inside of her.
“Is that so?” she hummed.
He growled faintly as her fingers lightly traced the ridges. Her mind conjured wicked possibilities she shouldn’t imagine, her body aching in places she wanted to deny.
“By the Abyss, you’re devastating,” she breathed and he grinned at her dark curse. “Are all the gods so… blessed?”
Rune chuckled, the low sound curling heat down her spine. “No, ra’ayati. The others are not so fortunate.”
Well, then.
She stroked both firm lengths slowly, her body aching with want. “I still don’t understand why you have two.”
He leaned close and his fangs grazed her ear.
“I am a dragon,” Rune said, his voice growing rougher as he thrust in her hands.
“We are endowed with excess. Our appetite is never sated.” His clawed hands cupped her breasts, and she moaned at the expert touch of those clawed fingers over her sensitive flesh.
His eyes smoldered, dark and knowing. “And I can scent that you have not had your fill either.”
She squeezed her thighs tight, feeling her undergarments grow wet. He pulled her to him, mouth moving indulgently over hers.
The shadows gathered, a portal opening without command. Lifting her in his arms, Rune carried her through it into a cavern. Steam curled along the stone, the air warming with every step until the scent of minerals and mist wrapped around them like memory.
“Where are we going?” Alora asked.
“I am taking you to the first place I craved you.”
He passed by a row of stalagmites, revealing the hot spring nestled deep within Karag D?r, its waters luminous and slow-moving, fed by the living heart of the mountain. Bioluminescent worms on the ceiling provided steady light.
Recognition flickered in Alora’s chest, sending a flush to her cheeks. This was where she had first stumbled upon him unguarded, steam-damp and dangerous, the sight of him burning into her long before she knew what they were becoming.
Rune’s mouth curved. Of course he remembered.
“I came here many nights, pleasing myself to the thought of you,” he confessed, tail flicking against her ankle. “Often slipping into your dreams where you were doing the same.”
Her blush deepened and she glowered. “So, you were lurking in my dreams.”
“Such delicious ones they were.”
Rune set her down and approached the water. Steam kissed his skin as he waded in, hot water curling around his calves, his thighs, then his hips.
“I quite liked having your scent on me.” His eyes darkened. “Let us bathe together before I coat myself in you again.”
Alora had a second to gasp before he snapped his fingers and her clothes dissolved away. Her squeals turned to laughter as he yanked her into the steaming pool.
They took their time washing each other.
Rune’s hands traced slow, deliberate paths along her skin, the oil warm and fragrant, his thumbs pressing enough to make her inhale sharply. What began as cleansing slipped easily into want, the line between the two dissolving under his touch.
The water sloshed gently as she climbed onto his lap.
His heavy-lidded eyes glowed in the steam as she slowly pumped her hands down both shafts in tandem. His voice was velvet over steel, soft and obscene at once. “Keep toying with me like that, and I will have you screaming as I claim your soul for all eternity.”
Goosebumps prickled across her skin. The implication had her insides twisting into something hotter, hungrier, dangerously heady. Because gods help her… he wasn’t jesting.
And yet, Alora was far past salvation.
She had chosen to follow him into the dark, fully knowing she might not return. He was the chaos she craved, the one who she would gladly sin for.
The shadows stirred, curling around her arms, her waist, tugging her closer as though they too sensed the shift.
Rune rose from the water, sitting on the edge of the pool as he reached for the towels folded on a nearby stone bench.
Alora placed her hands on his hips, and the hellfire in his gaze flared when her breath fanned over him. “My soul was yours a long time ago.”
Her soft lips closed over the head of his first cock, the heat of him radiating like living flame.
A curse tore from him and his hips quivered beneath her hands.
She had imagined this, wondered about it in stolen moments when she let her thoughts slip toward wickedness—but imagining and daring to act were not the same.
When her tongue twirled over the tip, tasting him, a whimper caught in his throat. The sound flooded her with the shock of his pleasure, his disbelief that she would lower herself to worship the darkest part of him. His tail lashed across the floor as he panted.
And she understood then the power of it, to feel his body vibrate in her mouth and know it was because of her.
It should have embarrassed her, how clumsy she was at first. But his reactions silenced every doubt.
Pleasure flickered across his face, the muscles in his abdomen flexing with every shudder of his hips.
The great King of the Netherworld groaned her name as if his very essence bowed to her.
And with every second, his loss of control slipped through the bond, something fierce bloomed hot inside of her.
At first, he tried to restrain himself, biting back the sounds tearing from his throat. But Rune was not made for silence. Soon his heated moans poured over her like molten gold, rough and broken.
“You wicked little thing.” His claws lightly scraped her nape, scattering goosebumps down her spine. “You undo me with the sweetest mouth…”
Each word sent a shiver through her core, sinking as deep into her skin. His shadows stroked between her legs, reaching every spot she ached. Alora moaned around him, and he cursed at the sensation, his breath ragged. He gripped the back of her head, thrusting into her mouth.
The bond hummed with his desire, his desperate need, his shame for craving such delicious depravity so much. It bled into his voice, until his words were a mix of filth and devotion.
There truly was no going back to the life she once lived.
Because the darkness called, and she had long answered.
“The sight of you like this makes me want to fill every part of you,” he growled. “From every fucking end.”
He was quivering on her tongue, teetering on the edge. Tail twitching at wildly. Alora reached out and ran her fingers slowly along the underside of it and Rune roared as he came.
His cock spasmed in her mouth, shuddering as thick warmth spilled down her throat.
The first taste of him pooled on her tongue. Warm, faintly sweet, edged with smoke and heat. Like honey heated over flame. Her eyes rolled closed savoring the taste as it bloomed into something intoxicating, sending a current straight through her core.
Alora looked up at him beneath her lashes, licking his essence from her lips.
Please do.