Page 7 of Of Realms and Chaos

“Do you like taking all of me, beautiful creature?” I asked her, thrusting harder.

She nodded, a messy and violent movement that sent her hair flying. I smirked, watching as she lost control—as I made her come utterly undone.

“Then say it. Tell me how much you love feeling my cock inside of you. Tell me how desperately you need it. Let me hear that pretty mouth sing, Princess,” I ordered.

“Someone might hear,” she gasped between her heaving breaths, my own breath hitching at the sight as I enjoyed the view of her losing all thought. Seeing pure freedom find her as I pumped harder and faster, the lightness something she never seemed to be able to hold onto.

Soon she would have it, not just beneath me but within herself. Freedom was hers now, and I knew she would change the world with it.

“Let them hear. Let them walk in and witness the way I claim you. Let them watch as I worship you. Let them see all they desire but cannot have,” I said, feeling her climax build as she tightened around me. I nearly came. Nearly.

What I did not say aloud, was how I would gouge their eyes from their sockets as I watched my release drip from inside of her.

Asher gave in, screaming my name and straining against the ropes as her back arched up. She was a divine offering, a gift worth more than all the gold in Betovere. This female was molded by the gods for me as I was for her.

As a reward for the beautiful way my name left her lips, my thumb began working between her thighs, stroking her softly and quickly. I watched shamelessly as my fingers sent shaking spasms to her legs, my other hand gripping her bound ankles tighter.

Then she was shattering beneath me again, the feel of her soaking my cock forcing me over that edge as well. Together we finished, orgasms rushing through our bodies and leaving us both trembling. My body felt heavy, entirely spent, as I stood above her. And I could not help but silently beg to Stella to spare my life. To give me more time with my stormy-eyed princess.

Slowly, I untied the ropes until she was free once more. She did not sit up though, instead remaining slumped on the wooden table. I picked her up, our lips meeting in a delicate kiss as I portaled us into my chambers.

Setting her down on the bed, I rushed to my bathing chambers to grab a rag. My powers flared to life, seeking water to dampen the cloth. I watched a small stream of it float through the window, soaking the fabric. Then I was back in my chambers, making my way to Asher. She was lying back on the bed, her smile soft and her eyes half closed.

I made quick work of cleaning the two of us before I laid down beside her. When she curled up into me, her head against my chest and an arm over my stomach, I smiled too. Without thinking, my own hand drifted to her hair, massaging gently.

Taking care of her in this way—in any way she would let me—was comforting. Asher made me feel as if I had finally found my place. Like perhaps I was no longer split in two, both sides warring with the other to return to where they belong. Instead, I was whole, my entire being seeking her as if she were the center of my universe.

As her breathing slowed, I whispered three words that did not feel like nearly enough. Maybe no words would ever exist that could explain the way I felt for her.

“I love you.”

Chapter Three

Asher

Nowhere. That was where I was. Nowhere, yet everywhere. This place—full of darkness and light, nothing and everything—felt as if it might bury me in its depths. As if it might never let me leave.

Was it my mind? Was I in my mind?

“Interesting that you assume such a place exists within you, my love.”

What a strange voice. It echoed across the space as if Eternity itself spoke to me. But it was not Eternity. No, I had heard this voice before. How many times had I replayed it in my mind? The embodiment of death, ice cold and disorienting. The very voice that had once told me I was doomed to a lifetime of loneliness, that Bellamy would sooner cut off my head than love me.

“I was right, by the way. He doesn’t love you. He will never love you. Not like you deserve to be loved,” the voice said.

I turned, and there it was, a mere handful of steps away.

The fae-like creature was just as I remembered, hauntingly beautiful and wholly terrifying. Its ears still pointed outwards, pale skin showing a blue blush rather than red. Startlingly white eyes stared as I assessed it, trying to find any differences. The only noticeable change was the shorter hair, which had been messily cropped—the purple strands pointing every which way.

“You cut your hair,” I noted. I did not know why I said something so pointless, but the creature laughed, a sharp melody that made me want to hum a low tune to balance it.

“I did,” it said, face suddenly pinched in discomfort. Had I said something wrong? The war within its face ended just as quickly as it began, and it spoke once more. “I thought maybe you preferred this style.”

That roused me from my confused state. Why would this thing care what I preferred? Who was this? Where was I?

So many thoughts and questions swarmed me, like bees to a hive. I needed to escape. This space that had once appeared to stretch on forever now felt too small, too constricting. My urgency felt far away, like it was not within me, but sat heavily in the air instead. That fear was important, though, because I would die here if I did not get out.

“You won’t die, my love. Please, allow me to answer your questions. I’m not like that foolish prince. I will tell you anything you wish to know,” it said, reaching out towards me but not quite grazing my skin. I did not fail to notice how it refrained from touching me.

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