27. Florencia
27
Florencia
W as it a promise or a threat? I couldn’t be sure.
All I knew was that in this moment, the two had come to some sort of agreement, some sort of understanding. Whether it was this forest or Camazotz drinking my blood, or truly just the heat of the moment, this was something we needed to do.
All of us.
We were so deeply entangled that trying to separate one from the other was nonsensical now.
A waste of time.
I just wanted to exist, to be, to feel and relish in the pleasure they could give me.
This felt like destiny.
With both of them.
I braced myself, preparing to feel Camazotz’s second cock at my ass, but when I searched for Elio once more, he was gone. I twisted my head frantically, a small leap of my heart trying to convince me he had left.
No.
Neither of my men would leave me.
It was the pressure of a swollen cock against my asshole that had me turning my head back, relief washing over me at the sight of Elio kneeling behind me. “I need it wetter.” He stroked his cock, little beads of precum forming at the tip but not enough to lubricate.
Just as I was about to nod and turn toward him, to give him my mouth and suck him down, Camazotz pulled free from me once again. I groaned in frustration, both brothers chuckling at my desperate need. I looked down, watching Elio fist his brother’s cock in his hand, collecting a mixture of both of our cum and then spreading it over himself. He fisted once, and I licked my lower lip instinctively. He fisted twice, and I backed into him.
“Needy little goddess,” he chuckled, slowly pushing inside me.
The stretch was minimal, no burning, just pleasure, since Camazotz’s tail had gotten me more than ready. A hand found my cunt, whose, I was unsure, and it didn’t truly matter as fingers slipped through my folds, rubbing the overly sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Ah!” I cried, the shock of pleasure rupturing up my spine, a small orgasm stolen from me with no warning.
Camazotz chuckled, like he knew he was the one responsible for it, only letting up with his fingers to push his cock back inside me.
The two of them finally had a goal to unite under.
My ruin.
They moved in sync, against each other, one in while the other moved out, both their cocks making me impossibly full. My brain couldn’t formulate thoughts, ideas. I wasn’t sure I could even truly remember my name at this moment.
“Goddess.” They called me again, and that was all I needed to know.
I was theirs.
I belonged here.
The only place where my thoughts truly quieted and didn’t work to destroy me.
The noises from our bodies colliding, the smell of our pleasure in the air, the way both their cocks filled me past a point I even thought possible—for them, I knew I could do anything.
“Come for us,” Camazotz demanded, his words a spell of their own, compelling my body to do the unspeakable.
I exploded, a wave of pleasure releasing from inside me that forced my power to my fingertips once more. My nails dug at his chest, a banshee screech howling from my lungs as a never-ending orgasm unleashed from within. The pressure inside me built until there was nothing he could do but pull himself out, a waterfall of pleasure cascading down my thighs and spilling over him.
Elio held me from behind, still moving in and out of my ass slowly as I came back to myself.
“That’s our girl.” Zotz cupped my face in his hand, sitting up to collect another kiss .
Our girl.
To be claimed as theirs was a feeling hot in my chest. I looked down at my scar as it glowed purple, the bite mark on my thigh doing the same.
Their marks.
They had done them on their own accord, and with each mark, I felt compelled closer to them, called to each like a magnet whose pull I could not resist. They were both here now, mine.
I brought my fingers to my chest, the wound still glowing and my fingertips still shooting bright sparks of color from them. I reached inside myself, finding no discomfort, only a sense of knowing, of instinct, telling me what to do.
Camazotz watched with horrified eyes, Elio pulling out of me and moving to the side. But neither stopped me, not until my hand was fully inside my chest, and from its cavity, I pulled the blade.
The same one the deity held in the dream.
“Are you ready?” I looked at both of them, waiting for their confirmation.
Their eyes met—no envy, no rage, simply understanding.
This was destiny.
You don’t fuck with destiny.
I plunged the blade into Camazotz’s chest, his eyes glowing red and his mouth filling with blood. His chest cracked with the piercing of the knife, spiderweb fissures spreading along his body. Fear swept over me, but only for a moment.
All it took was a glance at Elio, his body slowly disappearing into nothing before our very eyes, his hand resting on Camazotz’s shoulder until he had vanished into thin air.
Glancing down at Camazotz, who looked no different, panic began to wrap my heart in its vise grip again. “Elio?” I shouted, looking down at Zotz, whose eyes were closed again.
There was no blood left in me.
Was my fate to live here all alone for eternity?
No.
No.
Tears streamed down my cheeks, falling onto his chest. Little by little, the fissures mended, the knife swallowed by his chest and gone again.
“Camazotz?” I whimpered. “Elio?”
“Both,” he answered.
“Are you the one I love?” I asked, knowing a name didn’t matter.
“Yes. You may still call me Camazotz. It was my name before the split, and it will remain my name after.”
“You remember everything now?” I wondered if his memories were separate, if there was somewhere for the Elio moments and somewhere for the Camazotz moments, or if they had somehow all meshed together now.
Maybe it didn’t matter.
“Yes. Because of you, I am whole again.” Those words meant more to me than they should have, a power far greater than I could have predicted I’d wield. “Elio was a manifestation of the worst of myself, and yet you loved him with ease, just as you loved the ugliness of my nightmares.”
His face was still scarred, but to me, he was more beautiful than ever.
“You are not ugly, my love.” I fell to his lap, holding his face, as if I needed him to hear those words, to understand how I saw him. “Because no one ugly could have shown me love the way you did.”
His chin lifted, the sorrow in his eyes vanishing, love, hope, brilliance filling them instead.
I had barely assured him when the pain spread throughout—an agonizing burn, the shattering of bones I didn’t know existed. I fell over him, crying in pain, clenching and distorting miserably as something took hold of me.
And just as soon as it began, it was over.
With labored breaths, I sat up, looking down at him with uncertainty in my eyes.
“What happened to me?” I reached behind my shoulders, the birthplace of all the pain.
Camazotz’s face was full of delight, a pleasantly surprised smile stretching from ear to ear as he reached back and pulled.
“Ow!” I slapped him away, the feeling of having a hair plucked from my back forcing me to reach back to scratch and soothe.
He held a feather in his hand, white with a purple tip. Just as I touched my shoulders I felt them all, every single feather, the bones. “I-I have fucking wings?”
My screech only forced his laughter out, something I had yet to truly see Camazotz relishing in: joy.
“Fitting for my queen.” Wrapping his arms around my waist, his wings beat, pushing the ground beneath us.
We were off, floating above the forest, reaching high into the sky. He held me to him, our foreheads touching as we embraced, still naked, in our realm, just us. And then we watched as the nightmares shot up into the sky, purple lights dancing so far into the heavens, they became our own versions of constellations. Down below, the greenery spread, moss turning to grass and thick meadow as it covered the land. From one end of the realm to the other, there was no distinction where the forest ended and where it began.
It was everywhere. It was part of the realm, just as I was.
Kame ran beneath us, following us as we flew, my wings adjusting easily and knowing just what to do. Our fingers interlaced, and we soared through the open air, witnessing this realm in its full potential.
If humanity couldn’t inspire hope, then they were lost. Little by little, this realm became polluted by humanity’s worst traits, fears, thoughts. The king tried holding it off on his own, splitting himself in half to contain the bad, to keep it from reaching the human realm again while he waited for me. I looked up at the starry night sky in wonder and awe.
“You did this,” he explained. “You imprisoned them all up there so they can never hurt them, or us.”
“I-I did that?” I looked down at my hands.
He nodded. “What I could never do. My mate.”
His mate.
The fates had their wicked schemes, but a Morales couldn’t be bested, even by destiny.