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I bathed in the perfection of it all, his barbs digging into my walls and sending pinpricks of ecstasy washing over me as the swell of his cock throbbed and hummed inside my pussy. The pull on my antlers and hair and the press of his tail into my ass. The squeeze of his Shadow and vines as they bound me, his fangs and claws sinking into my flesh as he drank deep.

Hot ropes of cum flooded me as his tail continued driving in and out of my tight hole. The sticky release filled my womb until it overflowed, dripping from my cunt and sending the smell of belladonna and moss swirling into the air.

As our climaxes mingled and drew on each other’s power, I spoke into my King’s mind.

“It is mine, as are you, with all my heart, My King,”my whisper rumbled in a low growl,“Mine.”

“Yours, my Queen. My love.”

Chapter Twelve

Step Lightly Where Summer Shadows Are Cast.

Inablink,wehad traveled across Cottlewick Lake to the shores of the sand bar that lay obscured by mist. Arriving in the center of the ring of impossibly tall trees, I regarded the cave entrance where I’d first seen my King—The Door to the World of Below.

Standing before me, his form blending in with and consuming the Shadows around us, The King of Summer’s End became one with the black seeping from the gateway. He disappeared into the inky void, and I walked up slowly to the borders of this In-Between space.

Touching my fingers to the tangible Darkness, I smoothed them through it, causing it to ripple behind my hand like water. My heart hammered behind my sternum, echoing in my ears. The black crawling up my arms and legs blended into the cave’s opening. The ether was neither cold nor warm, making it almost imperceptible if it weren’t for the connection I felt with it.

The Shadows in my blood buzzed as the World of Below called me. The eclipse—Moon and Sun bound together above me—swelled as I reached more of my arm into the Door. The light in my chest burned, illuminating a small fraction of the cave’s entrance to only reveal a dull glow.

I breathed deep, holding the air in my lungs as I fully stepped into the black. The breath was forced from my lungs the World of Below took me, claimed me, and transferred me to the kingdom of my King.

The thundering of my heart ceased, and I made no move to obtain more air for my unhindered lungs.

I was dead.

No living thing can set foot in the realm of the Hereafter, and a living thing I no longer was. Death coated the insides of my veins, dancing around a feverish Radiance that remained unextinguished.

Mortality fell from me like a snake shedding its skin. I stepped forward, proceeding to the massive structure blotting out the eclipse behind it. I peered at the black yet glowing sight, knowing it belonged to me. This union of Dark and Lightbelongedto me.

Taking a giant step to the doors of the black stone fortress that lay ahead, I landed squarely on the steps. Beings spied unseen from the cracks and crevices, yet I could feel their bowed heads and reverent nods. A King’s Servant, this one with the body of a great bear, padded toward me as I took in the landscape.

There were no clouds in the gray-black sky, solely lit by the light of my entwined Sun and Moon. Craggy hills of rock and blackened soil stretched on into infinity. Tall trees, the tops invisible for their height, dotted the open terrain. The fortress, somewhat castle-like yet far too formidable, jutted out from a giant mountain of obsidian stone.

“Mistress, Consort, and Queen. Welcome home.”

The headless bear dipped low before me.

“Your bidding?”The raspy whisper of its silent voice scratched against my skin like claws through paper.

I held out my hand, summoning the tainted soul of Father Zachariah Paine. It bubbled and flickered, still trembling even as its fate had already been decided.

“Deliver this.”

The Servant came before me, and I deposited the soul into the open maw of its missing head. Swallowing it down, the bear’s form leaked a luminescent black that wafted between its prominent ribs.

“To the Pit. Entry inside is always yours.”

It turned and became a smoke that drifted to the farther reaches of the World of Below, traveling to a place unseen from my new home.

I turned back to the gargantuan doors, laying a hand on them and feeling the rumble of power as they yielded their lock and granted me entrance. Opening wide, the doors revealed a massive chamber of shining black marble that stretched impossibly long.

Arched windows flanked either side of the nearly endless center aisle, showing smoky images of the night sky gently glowing with the light of my gift. My steps echoed off the glistening floors of black, and my vines trailed behind me silently.

Willing myself to the end of the immense chamber, I appeared before a giant throne made of onyx and blackened bone. On it lounged the towering form of the King of Summer’s End. Power rippled off him in waves as the glowing orbs behind his wolf skull eyes raked over me. Tendrils of smoke dripped off his stag antlers and over the black corded muscles of his arms and stomach.

Eyeing me, my King stroked his vicious cock, and the door to the chamber slammed shut behind me. Radiance glowed from within me, casting long Shadows across the floor that bloomed with writhing tendrils hungry for flesh and ecstasy and pain.

“Come to me, my Queen of the Shadowed Summer Sun. Sit upon your throne as I feast on your cunt.”

His voice was everywhere and nowhere, within and outside of me. I stepped forward as he stepped down off the throne, seating myself in the enormous chair and spreading my legs.

“It is yours, my King. Give me your Darkness and Death. Fill me with it. Show me the true power of the World of Below.”

A wicked grin spread across his fanged mouth, and the Shadow grew longer, darker. In moments, the only thing that remained was the slithering black of his tendrils silhouetted against the orange-gold glow of my body as they reached deep inside me.

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