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Lining him up with my entrance, I make quick work of impaling myself on him, screaming out with relief as soon as he’s inside me. He feels like home.
He lets me control the speed for all of about two minutes, then his fingers dig in deep at my ass cheeks, the vines tighten around my nipples, and his kisses get fiercer as he thrusts inside me. In and out, slow and hard, allowing me to feel every ridge of his huge cock. Speeding up, the thrusts get deeper too, and if we weren’t standing beneath a spray of water, we’d be wet from sweat anyway.
Our bodies slap against each other, hands roaming, mouths kissing, then he grabs my hair and yanks my head to the side, biting at the spot where my neck meets my shoulder. He doesn’t break the skin, but the dull pain is like a spark to a flame. My orgasm builds, tingles from the tips of my toes, travelling up my legs, through my arms, and it doesn’t stop.
Tears build behind my eyes and the noises coming from my throat can’t be human because I can’t control myself. This is more pleasure than I thought possible.
“Cover my dick in your cum, Satapti.” His deep rumble is said directly into my ear, sending a tickle to mix with everything else and I’m done for.
“Fuck!” I scream out as the orgasm hits like waves crashing in the ocean. Over and over, my body spasms, my pussy tightening around Hack’s cock as he fills me up.
For a few minutes, we rest our heads against each other’s shoulders, breathing through it, and my vagina doesn’t seem to realize we have just had two orgasms. She’s greedy for more. Still spasming from the first two, I begin to roll my hips, and thank fuck my chosen is a demon because he’s still hard as a rock.
For I don’t know how long, we make love, we fuck, and most importantly, we don’t separate. I don’t think I can cope withseparating. Being physically connected to him like this feels right, like I should have been doing this for fucking centuries…
I side-eye Baba Yaga, sitting on the ground outside the building as Hack and I close the door behind us.
Hack sent Slash a message before we got dressed to let him know we were ready to take Baba to her Dei.
“I’ve had three sandwiches and a bowl of stew in the time it took you pair to fuck it out. I a—”
“How long it takes me to make love to my chosen is none of your fucking business, brother. Let’s get the fuck on with this so we can do it again.” Hack smirks at me and rubs my ass, the tight pants I’m wearing accentuating the roundness.
Time for Baba Yaga to finally get what’s coming to her.
Why do I keep wishing she would just die already?
Chapter Twenty-One
Hack
“Imust say, daughter mine, it continues to baffle me. Your existence, that is. I’ve been going through the motions for thousands of years, adhering to my duties and taking my responsibilities and my fate seriously, but—” My mother-in-law is interrupted by the screech of the old witch.
“While you drone about your newfound purpose in life, remember I’m owed a quick trial and punishment as the law of the Dei states. So forgive me if your mental contentment isn’t of any interest to me.”
Oh, shit. If the way both Hekate and Sage turn to Baba Yaga with rage bristling over their skin like twin towers of might is any indication, I’m certain the old bat is about to get an eternal scolding.
“These are the moments where popcorn would be greatly appreciated.” Slash is right, this is definitely a popcorn moment. Without even looking at each other, we fist bump and grunt like two primitive beings about to witness the greatest show in the universe.
“You can’t kill me so spare me your theatrics.” I frown at Baba Yaga’s words.
This time, Slash and I turn to stare at each other, the same question swimming in his eyes.
Why the fuck not?
“You’re going to let her go?” Sage’s outrage echoes our concerns but I don’t speak. Instead, I take a step closer to my chosen one and give her my steady presence if she should need it.
“Of course not, my child. But you see, Baba is among the oldest of the witches. Her time is mere centuries less than mine, making her a pillar of balance.” Hekate floats around the space like she’s on a hoverboard and has no need for actual feet.
When we contacted Hekate earlier, she gave us a meeting point that was far from her gilded palace in Lympana. Here, in Calenwood, located in the eastern part of Ryetoh where the elementals call home, life is peaceful and poetic, in a way.
Inside the palace of the rulers of the elves feels a lot like Hekate’s home, with less gold and more natural tones like greens and browns, but shiny all the same.
There’s no doubt in my mind that Hekate has a plan, I just wish she’d share it with us.
“Can’t we just build another pillar and get rid of the old, rotting one?” Sage gives a pointed look to the woman who’s made us suffer for over two thousand years, and the contempt in her tone is as clear as the windows in this palace.
Wrapping an arm around Sage’s waist, I pull her into me and whisper in her ear, “Balance is essential in our world, Satapti. Without it, chaos would reign and the line between light and dark would vanish.” I kiss the top of her head to lessen the disappointment in knowing Baba Yaga won’t be disappearing into the ether forevermore.
