Page 28 of Garden of Ashes & Hope

I swallow eagerly, taking everything he gives me. But it's not enough. I need more. I need all of him.

Before he can pull away, I cling to him, my nails biting into his thighs as I force his hand. "Please, Mordakus," I beg, my voice hoarse and desperate. "Please, take me."

"You're mine, Eve," he growls, his eyes filled with possession and need.

His hands move to my pants, ripping them off me with a quick, violent motion. I gasp, my body exposed to the cool night air, my pussy wet and aching.

He steps closer, lifting me up until my back is against the rough bark of the tree once more. He aligns us, the head of his cock nudging at my entrance.

"Hold on, little one," he warns, his voice thick with lust.

If I thought his mouth was demanding, it's nothing compared to his cock. He drives into me, sheathing himself in one hard thrust. The pain is sharp, but it fades quickly, replaced by the most incredible sense of fullness.

Mordakus starts to move, his hips pistoning in and out, his cock filling me completely. It's fast, hard, and so good. Gods, it's good.

His fingers find my clit, and with every thrust, he strokes, teases, sending spark after spark of pleasure shooting through me. I feel electric, sparking and burning, caught in a whirlwind of fiery ecstasy.

"Come for me, Eve," he growls, his voice barely recognizable. "Come. Now."

His command sends me spiraling, my orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave. I cry out, my body clenching tight around him, and I feel him follow me, his cock pulsing as he fills me with his release.

We collapse, our breaths heavy, our hearts racing. But as we hold each other, I can't help but feel a sense of rightness. This is where I'm meant to be, in his arms, with him.

In the darkness, I find light. In the ruins of our world, I find hope. And in the arms of a gruff demon, I find love.

And as Mordakus holds me, as his heart beats in sync with mine, I know that, together, anywhere is home.

20

MORDAKUS

The salty breeze ruffles my hair as we crest the final hill. Before us stretches a vista of golden sand and azure waters, the coastline curving gracefully into the distance. It's breathtaking, pristine... and utterly devoid of human life.

"Mordakus," Eve breathes, her eyes wide. "It's beautiful."

I nod, scanning the landscape. "But empty. No sign of the community we heard about."

We make our way down to the beach, the soft sand shifting under our feet. After so long dreaming of this place, the reality is... underwhelming.

"Should we keep moving?" I ask, glancing at Eve. "Try to find the settlement?"

She's quiet for a moment, her gaze distant. "Let's... let's stay here for a bit. Just to rest."

I agree, and we set up a simple camp near the tree line. As evening falls, I notice a change in Eve. The tension she's carried for so long seems to melt away. She moves with a newfound grace, pausing often to examine plants or listen to the waves.

"You seem different," I observe as we sit by the fire, Vincent purring contentedly between us.

Eve smiles, a soft, genuine expression that makes my heart skip. "I feel different," she admits. "It's like... like I can breathe properly for the first time in years."

I watch her, realizing that this place, empty as it is, has awakened something in her. "Tell me," I encourage.

She takes a deep breath. "Mordakus, what if... what if this is it? What if we don't need to find a community? What if we could build our own?"

I raise an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Eve's eyes light up with excitement. "A farm, Mordakus. Right here on the coast. We could create our own version of the golden coast dream."

As she speaks, painting a picture of a self-sustaining homestead, I find myself drawn in by her vision. She describes gardens bursting with life, animals grazing in green fields, a home built with our own hands.

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