Page 114 of Of Skulls Of Shackles

And when he retreated a way and worked in a second large finger.

Well then, I found more screams again.

“There,” he whispered, or at least whispered enough of the word that I fathomed him.

But even See had not realized, maybe, how much he would swell in me at his end because black spotted my vision at all I was holding.

“No more,” he moaned. See buried himself in me to the hilt and remained there, though his fingers continued to slowly pump in my ass.

And he swelled in me. We were both frozen from the feeling, frozen in moans and sweat and the mercilessness of ancients.

I felt myself crumble as the world must have at The End. I crumbled and felt the drawing and pulsing squeeze of my walls around him as my body set to the task of emptying his cock of everything he had and more.

My body had been stolen away again, of course, but I found that I could smile. King See’s turn to shudder was upon us.

And he would not stop shuddering until I was done draining him dry.

ChapterTwenty-Five

So many undoings to be undone

In body

In mind

In soul

In queendom.

Of course I understood that I had not residedinmy body as such for any number of hours, for I felt a great returning to my being suddenly, along with a return of some thought and awareness.Daylight slumber.

I could not be sure, such was my disorientation after my bodily union with See.

See.

I opened my eyes with colossal effort. His body was curled around my back. We must have toppled to the side after finding completion, for I distinctly recalled being on all fours before that. My slight shift informed me that See was still inside me.

My lips curved, and then the small amusement faded and was lost in the soul seriousness of what we had shared. “Completion.”

Completion indeed. I had known our bodies would share more than physical pleasure when we submitted at last. I had known, and so I had feared.

But See loved me.

We would work to move beyond our love together, toward a feeling more immortal and stronger, but we would do this together.

Soft sun rays battled through the open windows, shoving against cool moonlight to get within.

“Dying day,” I rasped. “Though I feel that I have slumbered an age.”

“You sleep through two days, yes.”

King See, though breathing, did not stir at the voice.

I pulled away from See, feeling his cock slide from between my thighs. I sat on the edge of the huge bed, my feet dangling. “King Bring.”

The king sat on the armchair by the cold fireplace. Tiny slivers of crimson made their weak rally through the cracked blackness that otherwise had claimed his skin. He appeared charred, like meat roasted too close to the flames. The teeth that used to grace his feet had fallen out and left ulcerous craters behind. King Bring had covered his body as much as possible.

“I have sat here for some time,” he said in a frail voice that I could not ever have imagined of him. “I have sat here and thought many things. Firstly of killing See for stealing away my fate, and then of killing you for betraying our fate. Then I recalled that I cannot kill immortals without a curse that I am too weakened to remake. So then I dreamed about all the ways I could maim both of you. How I might make each of you witness the others’ pain. I thought of how I am so close to death that my cock would not twitch at the bare sight of you, though I willed it to.”

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