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I’m fucking yours.

I don’t care what you are. My body, mind, and soul are yours.

Fuck me. Kill me. Change me.

I don’t care.

Worshipping you is all I need.

My body trembles as your grip on my cock tightens, stroking faster. The tendril leaves my mouth and slides over my skin, over my shoulder and down my back, lower, until it presses between my legs. My entire body tenses as it pushes inside my ass. I gasp violently, the intrusion slow. At the same time I feel myself sliding inside something warm, both sensations at once. I move in desperation, thrusting forward as you clench around me, in and out. The pressure building rapidly. My wrists strain against your hold, I can’t think, I don’t want to think. I surrender completely, giving up all control.

My hips drive upward, desperately chasing the impossible closeness. We find a rhythm, moving together, going from painfully slow to fast and reckless as I feel myself coming undone. Every sensation overwhelming my senses. I thrust in deep, and I feel you tighten around me, I begin to lose feeling in my hands and feet. I don’t care. My life is no longer mine. The pain and pleasure pull my orgasm from me, my entire body convulsing as pleasure tears through me, violent and consuming. My vision blurs, my lungs struggle to pull in air. The grip around my throat loosens. My body trembles, still supported by you, suspended, drenched in sweat.

My mind floats somewhere far away, gone, as if rewritten—and all that remains is you.

My body hums and I feel myself lowering until I sink into the chair. My chest rising and falling with every breath.

“Have you been able to do that the whole time?” I ask with a dry laugh.

I search for an answer in the air around me—only to find us. Confused, pleased and present. I find the will to move, almost struggling to lift my body—my legs unsteady as I walk to the bed across the room and let myself fall into it.

I close my eyes, content, still feeling you right here with me.

I wake up dazed, searching for you. My fingers play with the pendulum, the act becoming a source of comfort, something to ground me. The air is frigid from me failing to tend the fire; it probably went out hours ago. I pull the thick fleece blanket over me, the fabric scratching at my bare skin. My phone buzzes somewhere in the cabin. My eyes attempt to focus, the bright morning light making me squint. I toss the covers off in annoyance as my eyes adjust and find my phone in the cushion of the lounge chair.

“What do you want?” My voice comes out hoarse.

“I got a name for you: Gregor.”

I stand. “He came back?”

“He did. This guy is demanding both of your heads.” Ben’s voice sounds strained. Doesn’t sound like they brought him in. There’s another player in the game.

“Have you been able to determine his position in the Covenant?”

“If you’re asking if I think he’s the God, it’s not him. But he threatened Rosa’s life if she doesn’t have you both by the end of the next full moon.”

“When the hell is that?”

“I think Rosa said a week. Look, this guy is serious. I don’t think we can do this without magic.” His voice is laced with desperation.

“Calli cannot get involved. It’s out of the question,” I snap back.

“Are you hearing me, pretty boy? I watched this guy disappear into the shadows. This isn’t someone to fuck with. And I’m not taking any risks.”

“Callisto’s magic isn’t reliable right now; she’d be more of a hindrance than anything. We’re better off asking for Gen’s help.”

“Then talk to her, see if she’s got any ideas about what the hell we can do about something like that.” He sighs; a silence falls on the line. “How is she?”

“I don’t know, she’s Gen.”

“I’m serious. Is she eating well? Is she comfortable? I know she didn’t take any clothes with her.”

He has a point, I hadn’t even thought about that.

“I’ll make sure she has what she needs.”

“You fucking better.” Ben hangs up as a text comes in: And you better come up with a damn good plan.