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Both of his shafts drove into me, sheathed up to the hilt in my cunt and ass. With his free hand, The King reached for a tall, dark bottle that sat on the table just beneath me. The contents were nearly all sundered by our passion, but the glass container hadn’t shattered. He hoisted it up to his mouth, pulling free the tan cork with his teeth.

The pungent smell of wine hit my nose, and nearly immediately, the flavor hit my lips as The King poured it over my mouth. I lapped at the liquid like a wild animal, caring nothing for the mess it was making of me.

“There’s my filthy girl.” The King’s words were a crooning whisper, and when I strained to look up into his eyes, they sparkled with malevolent delight. “Drink up.”

And I did. I did until The King took back the wine, putting it to his own lips for a hearty swig. His hips never stopped their thunderous pumps, not until he slid his thicker cock free with a fiendish smirk.

I watched as he poured the wine over his glistening erection, the liquid raining over him to drip down the underside, where it sprinkled off and landed on my cunt. I was ensorcelled, unable to look away, not wanting to protest, and then he laughed in a seductive boom that carried through the forest as he began to fuck me once more with his wine-soaked cock.

The world around me disappeared, lost to a thick veil that stood between me and reality. Throwing the bottle behind him, The King forced me to hold his stare, controlling my head by the hair, and used his other hand to pinch my clit. It was too much, it was not enough, and then I was detonating like a dying star, my orgasm tearing me to pieces.

My walls clamped down around his cocks, drawing a growling grunt from my King. “You belong to me, wife. Eternally.”

As the words wove through the air, threading together unseen bits of magic, I felt him thicken inside me, swelling impossibly as The Beast King’s release took hold. He jerked his hips forward, spearing me as profoundly as he could while I screamed my rapture to the realms.

Warmth flooded me as I fell apart around his shafts, and then still more as he shot ropes of cum deep into my womb, each twitch spurting more and more.

Still, our stares held the other’s, and I witnessed my King shatter as blissfully as I did. I belonged to him, yes, but he, too, belonged to me.

“I am yours,” I moaned through the swirling euphoria, “and you have been and will always be mine.”

A satiated smile stretched over his lips. “You belong off the path, Cerridwen.”

I grinned back, another chambered part of myself unlocked and set free.

“Iamthe path.”

Thirteen

King, Queen, Or Beast, No One Can Ignore A Calling To Battle.

Iawoketothesound of padded footsteps approaching through the thick undergrowth of the forest. The King’s draped his arm over me, and in a work of magic that was too quick for me to process, I was clothed once again in a flowing gown he created. The fabric was no longer white as it had been but a deep red, the color of our favorite treats from the banquet table.

Sitting up, we both turned to the woods, seeing Cerberus trotting up to the stone altar’s clearing where we both lay.

I was on my feet in seconds. “Cerberus!”

Throwing my arms around his head, I breathed in the scent of my sweet boy and nuzzled into the warmth of his fur. Asdistractedas I had been, worry over him had remained at the back of my mind.

His rumbling sound of appreciation vibrated my bones.“I have returned, Mother, with news.”

It was impossible for me to miss the tension of his shoulders even as I stroked him, the unease coming off him in waves. Pulling his face up to mine and meeting his eyes, I didn’t hide my own concern, my brow furrowing.

“What is it?”

Before he replied, The King walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around my midsection. I looked up at him, noting the small smile. There was also an intense familiarity there—as if my King had not only seen our son before but had many,manytimes.

Wonders truly do not cease.

“My son,” The Beast King spoke, “you have returned from the Well all the more powerful. Thanks to our long-awaited Queen.”

Cerberus huffed against my hands, jerking his head in agreement.“The power in my blood is strong. And we have much need of Mother now as always. The corruption stretches over the whole of The Land of the Punished.”

A soft growl rumbled through my son, unstoppable for the latent fury he held because of this growing concern. The King tensed, squeezing my ribs as he glared down at the earth. After a moment, he stepped back, turning away from our son and me.

“It must be one of them. There would be no other means to affect the realms or the barrier, for that matter.” Spinning on his heel, The King dropped his chin, staring at both of us from beneath his brows. “We must go. Show us the safe route, Cerberus. I will carry our Queen.”

Before I could speak, The Beast King changed his shape, effortlessly shifting into the form of the giant black wolf. Cerberus looked so similar to his father in these twin forms, and I couldn’t stop the pinch through my chest at seeing them next to each other like this.

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