7. Rhydian #2
Pyke turns to mush beneath me as I break the final shackles tethering me to the past.
When his head is a mix of broken bones and pulverized flesh, I stop. My heart is racing, and my breaths are ragged. I toss the bloody pan aside and look down at my blood-stained chest. I was lost to my rage.
Apprehension trickles into my gut. I stare up at Bloom. I await the disgust in her eyes. For her to finally see me as the monster I am.
All I find in her gaze is devotion. Reverence. She beams down at me before falling to her knees at my side. Her blanket falls to the floor, and her naked body slides against mine. Delicate arms wrap around my neck as I hold her close.
“It’s over, Rhydian. All of it. You saved me.” She kisses my cheek. “You were so brave, my love.”
The breath stills in my lungs. Bloom’s smile is beautiful if a touch shy. Pink colors her round cheeks.
“Of course I love you, Rhy. You are everything to me.”
“I love you, too.” My bloody hands cup her perfect face. “I had to kill him. For what he did to you—to my father. Me. He had to die, Bloom.”
“He did.”
My mouth finds hers. I pour my love into it. Our tongues twin together in a familiar dance. The knowledge that I’ll get to spend forever kissing her makes me deepen our current one. With the demon of the past dealt with, I surrender to my future. To Bloom.
To love.
“I’m coming to Dew Hollow with you.”
I kiss her mouth again.
“I’m going to marry you.”
I kiss her cheek, tasting her tears of joy.
“I’ll help your father. And we will have a family of our own.”
“Yes.” She pulls me down on top of her. “Yes to all of it, Rhy. Yes to—ouch!”
Bloom lifts up from the floor. Beneath her is a woolen sack. Scrambling back, she braces herself on her knees before opening it.
We both gasp at what’s inside.
“He wasn’t kidding when he said he set off immediately once he went to see my father.” Bloom reaches into the bag and allows the gold coins to shift through her fingers. “The tithes.”
“We have to return them. Use it as evidence of Pyke’s crimes.”
“We do,” she agrees, before grinning up at me. “In the morning.”
I return her smile.
“In the morning.” Glancing down her blood-stained body, I wrinkle my snout. “We should bathe.”
Bloom nods as I help her to her feet.
Padding to the small bathroom, I refill the tub with warm water. Never have I been more grateful for my magic. Helping Bloom over the side, I settle in behind her and pull her flush to my chest. Picking up a bar of lavender soap, I suds it up and begin washing her clean.
The soap slips from my hand as they stray to her breast. I gently massage the supple mounds and tease her pert nipples. Bloom moans as her head falls against my shoulder. My hands drift lower, over her stomach and into the valley of her thighs. Even in the water, I find her slippery.
Her thighs fall open as I tease her clit. Bloom’s moans rasp against my ear.
Turning in my arms, her hands bracket the sides of the tub. The curve to her lips is pure wantonness.
“We got interrupted before.” She reaches beneath the water to stroke me. “It would be a shame not to finish. We should savor all the alone time we can get.”
Taking her mouth in mine, I swallow her gasp as I rise from the bath with her in my arms. Water slides down our bodies as I navigate us into the bedroom. Sitting on the edge, Bloom groans as she settles atop my lap. Together we place my dripping cock at her soaked entrance.
She sinks down on me slowly. Her tightness makes my head swim. Wet and snug and all mine. Once I am fully sheathed inside, we share a content moan.
The bed creaks as she rises up on her knees and lowers herself. It takes her a moment to find her rhythm. My fingers dig into her hips before straying to her ass. I play with the supple mounds, working her faster. Her breasts jostle with each impale.
“You’re so deep,” she moans.
“I’m not gonna last. Come with me, Bloom.”
Once her strength begins to wane, I take over. I roll her face down onto the bed. Her feet fall off the side as I lower myself to enter her from behind.
“Look at how desperate you are for my cook—my come. You’ll be getting your pretty pussy pounded every day.”
“Yes. Please.”
“Everyone in Dew Hollow will know you are mine. The only way I can let you out of my sight is with my seed running down your thighs.”
Bloom moans into the mattress. White knuckles grip the sheets as I power into her. Harsh gasps fall from her lips as she peers at me over one shoulder.
“I killed for this pussy. It's mine—you are mine.”
I grip her hips as I rut her like a wild beast.
“Yours. All yours, Rhy. Forever,” she vows.
Bloom’s ass cushions each demanding thrust. The bed creaks with the force of my movements. Her pussy locks tightly around my straining cock. She tightens in time with her increasing moans. I deliver a smarting smack to her ass and watch the color bloom.
A low moan pulls from deep in her throat.
“Rhy—fuck—Rhydian, I—I—”
“Come, Bloom. Keep those pretty thighs open so I can give you my seed.”
I slam into her again, and she erupts.
Her perfect cunt locks down around my cock. Falling atop her body, I pound into her again before emptying myself into her waiting depths. She takes every spray of my spend. It seeps from between our bodies as she shudders.
Pulling from her, I ease Bloom onto her back and kiss her sweet mouth. She tastes of sweet wine and honey. She tastes like mine.
Limply, her thighs wrap around my hips. Instantly I’m hard again as my cock rubs against our mingling releases.
“You’re gonna have to carry me back to Dew Hollow.”
I chuckle.
“That can be arranged.”
Her thighs squeeze my hips.
“Again.”
I’m the luckiest male in the world.
Rubbing myself through both of our come, I enter her once more. Slower this time. The bed rocks gently as I push all the way inside. Color splashes up Bloom’s chest and throat. Her lavender scent chokes me.
“I love you,” I say in a rush. “So much.”
“I love you, Rhy. Fill me again.”
The bed doesn’t stop creaking until the crickets sing their lullaby.