Page 91 of Monsters of Desire and Nightmares of Passion

“The Swarm invites you to create a space you like to live in,” says Khal.

I’m confused.

Khal keeps talking. “The Valley has the ability to bring to reality anything you imagine. You are the Queen, the first in a thousand years, and you deserve a palace. I could make one for you, but we want you to be happy.”

That is something special. My mind comes up with an image that makes my heart sing.

Khal

Ivy lies in the large bed she imagined, pillows and soft blankets spread out everywhere, her pale body bathed by the moonlight. Her eyes can now change between silver and blue. Each time I see her blue eyes, my heart melts. My eyes have changed their color to silver forever.

The Black Church still stands in the forest but, without any ritual to be performed, it’s only a large, old building. The Swarm collected the artefacts and placed them in a mysterious location for safe keeping. The keys to the dimension of The Dark Lord are not a toy and should never be accessible.

Days have passed since we arrived at the Valley. Ivy found a way to bring over Lisa and Powder. Powder is himself. Velvet has done her best to befriend him, but the fat cat only hisses at her. To be fair, Powder hisses at everyone except Ivy.

Lisa still has issues with moving things and is slowly getting a hang of her abilities, closely assisted by a new Shadow General.

The rise of a chosen Queen of The Valley, a phenomenon no one expected to happen again, mobilized The Shadows into action. Since Ivy saved the lost Shadows, the ones who were damned and ripe for the Nothingness, then those Shadows still alive could believe in her, too.

Life here gives me purpose. Every day, a new Shadow from The Swarm regains consciousness and is curious to understand the world again, gain strength, and serve the new queen.

My eyes move back to Ivy’s sleeping form. I lay down next to her. She has developed the habit of walking around naked, her body adorned only in jewels, her wonderful curves a magical sight for us. I prop my elbow against a pillow and draw small patterns on Ivy’s back with my claw.

Slowly.

Delicately.

Her skin reacts with small explosions and electric discharges that look like a mini-storm on the surface of her cloud-like, soft skin. My forked tongue dips between her legs, teasing her entrance. I’m rewarded with a deep moan and flowing juices that drip freely from the cave of her lust.

“Khal?”

Ivy moans and opens for me, offering me the gorgeous sight that’s the landscape between her legs. Her valleys and mountains expect my hungry mouth and tongue to explore them, so I do, starting with the peaks of her lovely mountains before diving deep into the wet, hot, valley of desire. Both my hard cocks throb in anticipation of sinking into the wet heat that is Ivy, but not before I make her moan, shiver, and hurt in ecstasy.

My long, forked tongue flicks the entrance to her paradise. I taste her moisture on my tongue, a wetness aroused by pleasure, lust, desire. My tongue spreads it around, from the lips of her opening down deep into her hot, moist canal. Ivy arches her hips for me and calls my name.

Loudly.

My claws rack over her back and chest, leaving light scratches on the surface, just enough to inflict an arousing pain but will leave no scars. I dip one of my claws into Ivy’s sweet pussy and spread the juice over her back entrance.

I’m so ready to claim her.

I’m so hard for her, so hungry for her.

My mind hums with my connection to The Swarm and my bond brothers. I know the heat generated between Ivy and me will spread to them.

Just as I sank to my knees, hungry for a deeper taste of her, Draw and Mrez appear, naked and fully aroused, filling the air with their potent pheromones.

“Playing without us?” says Draw, stroking his massively impressive member in his hand.

Ivy moans. I lean closer to the source of her honey, not willing to share a drop of my lover’s delights with the others. Even though we are bond brothers and are united, I’m still selfish when it comes to Ivy. A deeper sense of possession fills my chest with each day as the bond between us becomes stronger.

Ivy is mine.

She belongs to Draws and Mrez, too.

She’s also connected to the Swarm, and thus The Swarm belongs to her as well.

Ivy isn’t any less mine just because she belongs to the others.

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