Page 37 of Echoes of Eternity

Wait. What? I thought it was a dream! Who wouldn’t take advantage of riding a god in their dreams?! And why was my pussy fluttering, the treacherous thing!

“What does that even mean?” I asked, my heart still racing. “You’re saying I’m destined to be with you, like some sort of... cosmic love story? This is all so surreal.”

“Surreal, yes,” he said, his voice steady yet imbued with a depth that reverberated in my bones. “But also true. We are bound by a thread that transcends time and space—a connection forged through the ultimate sacrifice. I have traversed the eons to find you, to protect you, to awaken the echoes of your true self. You are not merely a passing moment in my existence; you are the essence of my being, the heartbeat of a love that defies the boundaries of reality.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, stirring something profound within me. I could feel the weight of history between us, an ancient tapestry woven with threads of longing and devotion. The very fabric of my understanding began to unravel, replaced by the possibility of a deeper truth—a truth I had never dared to consider until this moment.

Was this why I couldn’t connect with anyone despite my efforts?

The gravity of his words settled in, leaving a nagging feeling in my chest. What did it mean for my life, my choices? Was I really tangled in some kind of celestialfate? I felt a shiver run down my spine, half from fear and half from an inexplicable thrill.

His gaze softened, and for a moment, the tension in my shoulders eased just a fraction. “You’re not afraid of me. You never were,” he said, more a statement than a question.

I opened my mouth to argue, but the truth hung in the air between us. There was a magnetic pull, a strange allure that made me question everything. But the fear was still there, simmering beneath the surface.

“What do you want?” I finally managed, my voice trembling slightly.

“To worship you in the way I’ve always intended,” he replied, his tone sincere and unyielding. “From the moment we first met, you ignited something deep within me. As a warrior, I was conditioned to suppress my fears, to deny the weight of your power over me. But by the time I came to understand and embrace it, it was already too late,” he said, his eyes clouding with shadowed memories.

“Too late? What do you mean, too late? What happened… between us?” Did I really want to know? His change in posture hinted at a memory he had buried deep, one that still haunted him.

He stepped closer, and I felt the air thicken between us. I bit my lip, tilting my head back to meet his gaze. His wings trembled slightly, a nervous gesture that made my heart race, before they unfurled majestically, enveloping us in a cocoon of intimacy. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of us in this charged moment.

He caressed my cheek with one of his knuckles, and a shiver raced down my spine, igniting a mix of warmth and confusion within me. His touch was electric, as if he were both a long-lost lover and a stranger all at once.

“You fought me then, too,” he murmured, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he recalled a memory I didn’t share. The laughter was gentle, but it carried a weight that pressed against my chest, reminding me of a connection I couldn’t fully comprehend.

“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, tension coiling in the air between us. “What did we have? Why do I feel drawn to you, yet terrified at the same time?”

His gaze softened, but I could see the flicker of something darker behind his eyes—a sorrow that mingled with desire. The confusion swirled around us, wrapping me in a cocoon of uncertainty, and I found myself wanting to lean in closer while also wanting to retreat. “You don’t remember the battles we fought together, or the passion that ignited between us,” he said, each word heavy with longing and regret. “But I do. And I’ve waited centuries to remind you.”

My heart raced as the enormity of his words settled in, each revelation drawing me deeper into a past I couldn’t grasp but desperately wanted to understand.

“R-Remind me?”

He grabbed my hips and lifted me as if I weighed a feather, making my arms and legs wrap around him to prevent me from falling. My eyes widened and a gasp escaped me when he slammed me against the wall,pulling the sheet between us away until we were body to body.

“I can smell your desire; it awakens a primal instinct within me, overpowering the innate discipline that has taught me to suppress all emotions. It is precisely what led to my punishment.” He nuzzled the crook of my neck and my brain short wired, trying to piece everything together.

“What are you doing to me?”

“Noboru,” he whispers before licking my skin.

“W-What?”

“I wish to hear my name on your lips again. Noboru.”

Even his name sounds out of this world. How was this real life? My nipples ached as they grazed against his chest when he adjusted me higher to accommodate the length of his hard cock.

“N-Noboru,” I panted, wondering why I lost my mind, letting him slide the head of his cock against my entrance.

It’s the dry spell. That’s why you’re so wanton like this, girl.

But we just fucked in my dreams…

Apparently, it wasn’t enough you greedy ho.

“Do you still ache? There are other ways…” his voice cracked.

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