Page 102 of Fractured Shadows

Though I’m not saying that will last.

Taking Razcorr’s arm, I hold my head high and paste a serene smile on my lips as he leads me through the people. Cheers and calls go up, a celebration for the coronation before we’ve even completed it. Once before the podium, I curtsy to my king before slowly turning to stand by his side, my hand in his.

Behind us, my other loves spread out.

Nothing but love and pride shine in their eyes when I wink at them.

“Today, we are gathered to crown the new king and queen of our lands,” Razcorr calls, his voice echoing. “Grimus, last of the line of Asterion, the rightful king of our lands, stands before you as a humble servant, accepting his duty.” A crown is brought out on a cushion held by a grinning wolf shifter.

It’s the same crown the previous minotaur king wore.

“Cora Black, also known as Cora the Fearless and Cora the Liberator, the woman from humble beginnings who once again brought magic and freed us from tyranny willingly accepts the crown of her people. Once more, the humans and the monsters will be united by marriage and love. With our king and queen, we are whole again!”

Thunderous applause goes up as a lovely human woman brings my crown forward.

Unlike the twisting metal of Grim’s, mine is almost dainty.

Thorns of both black and gold weave together to embrace a jewel filled with magic at the front.

I look at Grim, and he squeezes my hand as we both kneel.

“I, Razcorr, representative of our realm and people, hereby crown you, Grimus, the new king.” His crown settles on his head, the weight substantial not in reality, but metaphorically. “I, Razcorr, representative of our realms, crown you, Cora, our new queen.” My own crown is placed on my head.

It’s secured there like it was always meant to be, and as we rise as one, both humans and monsters celebrate our new beginnings.

Together.

As it was always supposed to be.

* * *

We stayfor the celebrations as long as I can.

There are so many congratulations and so many new clans of people seeking our attention, but it can all wait.

Fueled by fey wine and dancing, I lead my monsters back to our rooms at the top of the tower. Once inside, I flick my fingers, and magic peels my dress and robe from me as I turn to them.

The moonlight in which they all found me bathes my body.

“Well, my king? Shall we celebrate?”

I grin as Grimus huffs, his eyes locked on my body.

“Keep the crown on.” Bracken smirks as he prowls toward me. “That way, I can proudly tell everyone how I fucked my queen.”

Grim steps toward me as he sheds his clothes with efficient fingers. Eyes burning with lust, he prowls around me, trailing his fingers along my flesh and leaving fire and shivers in his wake. I watch as he gracefully mounts the bed and sits with his back to the wall, his cock is hard and pointing upwards. He watches me as he strokes his length, the tip glistening.

“Come claim your king,” he orders, his voice husky with need.

Smirking, I crawl onto the bed, swaying my ass, and I hear echoing groans behind me. I stop to lick his hooves before I straddle his waist, and then I press the tip of his cock to my pussy and wiggle my hips, dragging him through my wetness.

Dampness gathered as I watched them drink, dance, and celebrate, stealing teasing touches and kisses.

Dragging my hands across his muscular chest, I grip Grim’s shoulders, digging my nails in as I lean forward and kiss him.

He doesn’t help me, but he kisses me back as I slowly sink onto his length.

I am forced to stretch around his massive girth, and a gasp leaves my lips, breaking us apart. Holding his gaze, I let him watch every emotion flicker over my face as I lift and work my way down each solid inch until I finally settle at his base.

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