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With the ribbons of light shimmering all around us, with the clouds wisping to play on her skin with my shadows, and her right-side tattoos sparking to life, I fuck her anew.

I hammer into her, staring at her beauty, cherishing every movement and gesture. The sparkle of awareness in her eyes. The way her spine arches and her hips lift. The way she surrenders so tenderly to me. While she will always battle my brother, as she battles the darker side of her nature, she utterly receives me.

The spell is working, binding her more to me.

Triumph surges through me, knowing that once I fuck her to oblivion, shattering her like stardust, Zenya will be mine. Nyxion may hold a stake in the claiming, but I will reign supreme.

Her eyes water, glistening with a love and light unlike any other. With her emotion choking her speech, I fuck her slow and deep and long, gifting her with soul-shattering orgasms, watching her fall apart—it seems a million times. A million beautiful, little deaths until I finally spill myself inside her.

Now, she is my Queen and my slave.

From now on, I will protect her, worship her, and rule her, ensuring that she stays safe and undisturbed in my World of Dreams.

In the faintest corner of my mind, I hear the God of Nightmares roaring in agony before he silently…weeps.

Chapter 14

“You dare summon me, Nyxion,” she says…

NYXION

“Hekate” by An Danzza - Whispers of the Forest

“Hecate” by Wendy Rule

“Goddess of Dark Misfits” by Hecate Enthroned

“Oh, don’t you dare bring me into this whole mess!” Phantasos huffs, one hand up on the defensive. “I’ve got enough problems with the walking blonde leach.” He nods to Ivy who holds his hand, swinging his arm while humming aimlessly.

I open my mouth, only to clench my skeletal hand, so hard, I fracture my phalanges, remembering how my brother stole my hyoid bone. If I hadn’t spent most of our lives cursing him and drowning in my wrath, I would respect the fuck out of him for such an act. But not this time. Not when the stakes are higher than ever.

With every second that passes from the loss of Zenya, my god form withers away, my features far more corpse-like. Soon, my skeleton will manifest.

I’m not asking you to break any god protocol or to take sides, Phantasos,I stray into his mind, grateful his mental doorway is open to me, unlike Morpheus who slammed his shut.

I grit my teeth, my tattered wings hardened with tension beyond compare.I’m only asking you to check on her. Look after her.

“Surely, you know Morpheus would never harm her, brother.” Phantasos brushes some bone dust off his shoulder. Today, he’s wearing a four-piece white tuxedo with vest, pants, and ascot. Gold buttons.

No, that ismypurpose. But I need updates.I lock eyes with him, my diamond ones sharpening with severity.Report to me if Morpheus takes Zenya beyond his Realm of Dreams. Or if she learns anything about the Trials.

“What are you going to do, Nyxion?” he asks in a sobering moment, glancing at the border as if he knows I don’t plan to stand here for the next year chipping away at the shadows one by one.

Steeling my jaw while envisioning all the ways I will soon shatter my little killer, I share,There is only one I will trust to contact, Phantasos.

He curses under his breath and scrubs a hand down his face. “Are you certain? You know the risk of involving her?”

I am aware.

Phantasos tosses his black ponytail over his shoulder before sighing and glancing down at Ivy. “Well, what do you think, little troublemaker? Care to explore the World of Dreams?”

She squeezes his hand, blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “Sure, but can we bring the cloud throne? I don’t want it to get lonely.”

Yes, the child’s throne of clouds Zenya wove for her still rests in my Great Hall.

He rustles the top of her head and chuckles. “Don’t fret, child. When we arrive in the Realm of Dreams, I’m certain Zenya will be more than happy to weave you a new one. Perhaps…a cotton candy cloud throne this time.”

Ivy turns to me, her eyes dancing despite having heard none of our conversation. “That sounds like the sweetest dream!”

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