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Before I could comprehend what he was saying, my legs found their place on the floor as he knelt between my legs. I felt lightheaded, never imagining having a deity?—

His beak pressed against my pussy, but it was his defttongue that made me gasp and almost buckle. He held me up with his strong arms as he worshiped me the way he promised, making me see stars. Widening my legs to accommodate his massive size, I placed one of my feet on his shoulders and he growled, devouring me with more zest.

My body had a mind of its own, grinding my hips against his face, my hand crawling to the back of his head to direct him where I needed him to go.

I shook and whimpered when the climax crashed into me, Noboru never once letting up on his tongue lashing. When I felt completely drained, he cradled me in his arms and took us back to bed, with the light of the morning sun filtering through our window, glowing around us.

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his intense gaze. This was no ordinary tryst; it felt like stepping into a tempest, and I was terrified of what lay ahead but also felt unable to stop what was already growing between us.

“You mentioned that I called to you. How exactly did that happen?” I asked, my fingers brushing against his face, tracing the contours of a connection I barely understood. How had we ever made our relationship work? It wasn’t as if we could stroll down the street together, not with the way he looked. I couldn’t fathom how we had managed to conceal such a bond from the world around us.

He sighed, a flicker of anguish crossing his features. “We consummate our union under the stars, lost in amoment we didn’t fully comprehend. In that sacred space, I crafted a pendant for you—not just as a reminder of me, but also out of a selfish desire, hoping it would tempt you to call me back into your life. Yet it was your essence that echoed through the cosmos, drawing me like a moth to a flame, no matter the gift. But our connection was… complicated, bound by forces we couldn’t control.”

“Complicated how?” I pressed. There was something he wasn’t telling me. Just knowing there was a need to hide something from me after all he had confessed put my walls up. The prior moment of serenity in the bliss of an after climax flow, annoyance began to bubble to the surface.

His eyes darkened, and I could sense the turmoil beneath his calm exterior. “There were forces at play beyond our understanding, and I?—”

“Don’t give me that vague nonsense. What forces? What happened between us?” The truth was there, in his eyes, just beyond my reach. I needed him to put it into words so I could understand… so I could try and remember, perhaps.

Finally, he took a deep breath, his wings drooping slightly and the hairs on the back of my neck stood. “I was forced to choose between my duty as a warrior and my desire for you. The gods deemed our connection forbidden. I failed to protect you, and that failure—” he hesitated, his voice faltering. “That failure cost you everything.”

My heart stopped. “Cost me everything? What doyou mean?” The weight of his words crashed down on me like a boulder to the chest. “What happened to me?” I choked out.

He looked away, guilt etched across his features, and I cradled his face, pulling it back to me. “In our first life, you?—”

“No! Don’t you dare avoid this!” I felt my pulse quicken, the dread coiling in my stomach. “Tell me what you’re not saying.”

He met my gaze, his expression a mix of sorrow and longing. “You died because of me, Mae. I wasn’t there when you needed me. I failed to save you.”

17

The atmosphereat the tattoo shop was charged with a new energy that morning. It wasn’t just the bright, fresh paint on the walls or the bustling clients coming in for their appointments. It was something more subtle, yet undeniable—a shift in my demeanor that didn’t go unnoticed by my coworkers.

I was running on empty, my sleep schedule a chaotic mess. Noboru's carnal hunger was unquenchable, and my libido took the challenge seriously much to my pleasure and dismay. Our nightly occurrence intruded on my dreams and left me restless and exhausted, waking up to find myself scissoring my legs with an ache only he could satisfy. His presence was both a source of intense longing and a deep, gnawing anxiety. The nights I spent with him were marked by both divine intimacy and unsettling revelations, leaving me drained and disoriented by morning.

Chivonn was the first to notice the change. As shecleaned up after a particularly busy session, she shot me a concerned look. “You alright, Mae? You’ve been looking kinda out of it lately.”

I forced a smile, though it felt as fragile as spun glass. “Just been a rough couple of nights. Nothing to worry about.”

Chivonn raised an eyebrow, her gaze sharp and discerning. “You sure? You don’t look like you’re sleeping well. And you’ve been all over the place with your schedule.”

I shrugged, trying to play it off nonchalantly. “You know how it is—sometimes life just throws a lot at you.”

But her eyes narrowed, not buying it. “Yeah, but this feels different. Are you sure it’s just work? Because if something's going on, you know I’m here for you. It's not your ex is it?” she whispered at the end.

I waved my hand dismissively and shook my head, but the weight of her concern only made me more anxious. “Really, Chivonn, it’s nothing I can’t handle. Just a little stress, you know?”

She wasn’t convinced. “Stress? Or something else?” Her eyes widened comically before she grabbed my arm and brought us closer. “Did you decide to take up on that cute guy’s offer for a date? What’s his name? Riley!”

I laughed a little too loud, trying to mask my unease. “Oh, come on! That was just a casual chat. It’s not like I’m looking to date anyone right now.”

Chivonn leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Is there something you’re nottelling me? Because it feels like there’s a whole lot more going on beneath the surface.”

The playful banter was fading, replaced by a heavy tension. I shifted my weight, trying to evade her probing gaze. “Honestly, it’s just personal stuff. You know how it gets sometimes.”

How could I possibly explain to her that my lover from another life finally found me through the fabric of time and space and had now dedicated the rest of his existence to worshiping me with his mouth and cock? Just thinking about him makes my nipples pebble beneath the fabric of my top. Who knew having wings wrap around you like an extra set of arms could turn into a strange kink?

“Personal stuff, huh?” She crossed her arms, unimpressed. “Mae, if it’s serious, you should talk about it. Bottling things up won’t help you. Buying a new dildo or two might solve some problems.”

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