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Her thighs tremble as she arches her back and throws her head back in ecstasy, her long hair fanning out behind her. I grab onto it gently, using it to pull her head back towards me so that our lips can meet in a fiery kiss. Our tongues dance wildly, our saliva mixing as we continue to thrust together in perfect unison.

My cock throbs with every powerful thrust, yearning for release. She meets my gaze with a fire burning bright in those emerald orbs, and I know she's close too.

Her fingernails dig into my shoulders as she arches her back to meet every thrust. Our hips slam together in a rhythm that speaks of ancient desires fulfilled. We groan in unison, lost in the heat between us.

She clutches at my shoulders for leverage while she grinds down on me, claiming my cock as hers completely.

My nostrils flare as I take it all in greedily.

Her breath explodes from her lungs and her body shudders under mine, clenching tight around me. She's coming again, milking my cock with wild abandon. I feel the hot walls of her pussy contracting as waves of pleasure wash over us both. My own release is imminent. I can feel it building inside me like a storm about to break.

She screams out my name in a long drawn-out moan that sends shivers down my spine and sets off the last vestiges of restraint I have left. My hips snap forward, driving my cock deep inside her as I lose control in a feral roar that shakes the walls around us. Tremors run through me like lightning strikes as I come inside her, filling her up with every ounce of love and lust I possess.

21

EVANGELINE

Ibat open my eyes, heavy with early morning grogginess. Propping myself against the bed frame, I extend my arms and rotate my neck in a satisfying stretch, then lie back against the frame.

My life was vastly different the last time I woke up in my own bedroom. Hell, the last time I slept here, I woke up in the mountains and got chased down by a madman.

But that’s what led me to the final living member of the Astreldi, sleeping here beside me.

“Oh Xeros,” I muse, amused at the fact I’ve slept next to what others call a monster.

It’s certainly nothing that the rest of the settlement can say they’ve done. I run my hand smoothly over his sleeping face, admiring his look of tranquility. No one else can admire his beauty like I can. No one understands that, underneath his rugged exterior, there lies a creature with a beating heart and blazing passions like mine.

Whenever I look at Xeros, I forget about all the troubles in my world, at least for a few seconds, but those little moments give me a peace I’ve never known.

Gods, I sound crazy, but it’s true.

My attention is brought back to reality when I hear a group of children running by my dwelling. Being back in the settlement certainly feels weirder than expected, a notion I mull over as I prepare myself for my first full day back at camp.

After I slip on my winter clothing and fasten my boots, I plant a kiss on Xeros’s cheek and head out the door, pulling my layers tight at the harsh greeting of the cold.

Children are at play nearby, throwing snowballs at one another, but the sight of their innocence is interrupted by a passing group of men walking in front of me.

Each of them glares with a disapproving look in their eyes, some shaking their heads as if I’ve done wrong just by standing outside my home.

It’s hard to ignore them. I never held a high position in this settlement, but I thought there was a real sense of community here, that we all help each other out. A mutual respect between each neighbor to help one another survive.

But I guess I should know better after they exiled me for a harmless joke.

I walk around, trying to reintegrate myself back into the community by partaking in any duties that need doing. There’s always something that needs to be done here, whether it’s wood that needs chopping, caesin that needs scaling, or common areas that need tidying.

If I help out around here, perhaps then everyone will be willing to forgive me. Maybe they’ll even accept Xeros into society.

But I soon learn that even the notion of ‘maybe’ is too hopeful and too soon. The majority of my fellow humans are brash and snappy with me. Some even straight up ignore my presence and questions about how I can help.

“Hey!” I call to an elderly woodcutter. “I said I can help.”

He shoots me a glare and scoffs. The stinging pang of rejection in my heart pulls me away. Each refusal of my help is a harsh reminder that blending back into the settlement is not going to be easy.

As if getting back here wasn’t already difficult.

“Evangeline? Is that you?”

I turn around with my guard up, expecting a slew of insults and reasons why I should not be here. But surprise takes me when I am pulled into the embrace of a childhood friend, Thea.

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