Arthur
Reshina was unequivocally mine, and the moment Piff left to see to his own bath, I was kissing her hard against the marble inlaid along the walls of the washing room as steam rose in great billows scented with floral notes.
Just as feral, she had me stripped in seconds, blood flaked and crusted along our bodies, something far worse matted in our hair—we didn’t care, we didn’t have time to follow Piff’s suggestion and bathe, we only had time to come together again.
My cock slid inside her pressed against the wall, and we quickly became undone.
Where once I made love to my wife, now I made love to the woman who loved me back.
I didn’t know how her curse had been broken, how she’d saved me from death, her daughter from her illness, or what had happened in the western corridor, but I did know she loved me.
She repeated it over and over as I thrust into her, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling the warm air shifting around us. When she came, she came hard, crying out, biting down on my neck.
I saw stars, the moon, the edges of the Veil as I spilled into her wrapped tightly on my cock. She laughed as I plunged her into the bath, scrubbing her body inch by inch, taking my time with my favorite parts of her.
When we’d finally washed clean, I brought her to our bed, refusing to let her go. We lay on our sides, bodies pressed together and she told me of her journey to save her daughter. She explained how I’d broken her curse and how, with Piffle’s help, she’d gotten me to Ishtak.
“You cannot tell me the rest,” I concluded.
“No. But it will be revealed in time.”
“You are free. You may leave whenever you’d like.”
She shook her head. “No, Arthur. You are bound to the Underrealm and lands of Heartstone Castle for half of each year. And I am bound to you in that time as well.”
I grunted. “And how is that curse broken?”
“I’m not telling.”
I nipped her finger in my hand. “I’ll get it out of you yet.”
She laughed, a beautiful, carefree sound. “I’d rather keep that curse. I like it. It binds me to the man I love, and I will not be parted from him.”
“I’ll never get tired of it, you know. I’ll never stop wanting to hear you say it.”
Her lips brushed mine. “I love you, my husband. I do very much love you.”