Page 61 of Winter Goddess
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
May the snow fall softly upon your lands.
Until we meet again,
May you find rest and peace in your eternal slumber.
Tears run down my face by the time I finish. The pyre is burning brightly now and I can barely make up my mother’s body. This really is the end.
Around me, people start to sing the same blessing I just recited, their voices lifting to the heavens. My heart aches at the sound and the beauty of the emotion expressed by it.
My mother may be gone, but her spirit lives on in everyone who’s standing on this hill with me. I step back and immediately, my Guardians surround me, hugging me from all sides. They hold me in their arms until the fire has died out and nothing remains but ashes.
* * *
I teleportus back into my chambers. Tamara leaves us after giving me both a hug and a knowing smile. I sit down on my bed and take off my crown, using some magic to deposit it on the sideboard. Another swirl of magic removes my black dress, leaving me in just my underwear.
“You did well,” Storm says, his eyes gentle and full of emotion. I’m still getting used to being able to see their faces again. I forgot how beautiful they all are, each in their own way. “She’d be proud of you.”
I smile. “I know. It doesn’t make it any easier though.”
“How can we make it better?” Crispin asks and sits down by my side. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close. My naked skin rubs against his clothes in an annoying way. I make them all naked. Now we’re equal.
“Give us some warning next time?” Arc grumbles but then he laughs. “I much prefer it like that. Trousers chafe.”
“It was your decision not to wear your kilt,” Frost chuckles. “I know how much you like to feel the wind down there.”
Arc grins. “I like to feel other things there too.”
I beckon him to come closer, but he looks a little unsure.
“Are ye sure?”
“I think sex at funerals is an Earth tradition, but I’m the Queen and I can do what I like. And right now, I want to be with my Guardians. Now, let me feel you.”
He nods and steps forward until his knees touch mine. I take his cock into my hands as if it’s the most precious thing. Well, it is. All of them are precious. Not because of their manly bits, but because of their souls, their hearts.
I rub him gently while Crispin takes off my bra.
“I love your boobs,” he mutters and lowers his mouth to them, sucking on one nipple. Frost climbs onto the bed behind me and runs his lips along the nape of my neck, pressing rows upon rows of kisses on my skin. I shiver at his touch.
Storm is still standing a few feet away from us, watching with a smile. I lock eyes with him as Frost slips a hand under my panties and begins to draw his fingers over my bud in small circles, making me gasp softly with each touch. These men will be the death of me.
I’m still looking at Storm, not able to take my eyes away from his passionate gaze that’s full of fire and promises. The other three are worshipping my body while I’m still rubbing Arc’s cock, eliciting groans from him that make me only want to increase my pace. I want to make them all feel good, just like they’re making me feel amazing.
We’re made for each other, four Guardians and their Goddess. Once, I thought I didn’t deserve them, but now I know that we deserve each other. We all have our strengths and weaknesses, and we fit together like a perfect puzzle, increasing strengths and making up for weaknesses. We’re one.
The bond flares up at that thought and sparks dance before my eyes. No, they’re not just in my mind, they’re real. Silver sparkles are filling the room and we all stop and stare. They swirl around like a gentle snow storm, then slowly begin to form a circle around us. As if by magic, Storm is pushed towards the rest of us and the sparkles swirl faster, encompassing us.
Something nudges my mind, a memory of my mother’s. Wow.
“Guys?” I ask and they all turn to me, their faces illuminated by the light of the silver particles. “You’ll have to say two words for this to work.”
They all look at me cluelessly.
I smile. “The bond has decided that we’re ready. It’s… ehm… a marriage ceremony. Except that we have magic conduct it.”
Their expressions mirror my own surprise and shock.
