Page 104 of Court of Aether and Shadows

“So beautiful,” I praise as I enjoy how her pussy is milking my cock, making me so hard, I had to tame my breaths or else I’d lose control of many things that run on autopilot in the Twilight Court.

Though the people of my realm knew there was only one woman in all the universal planes that could make me need a “factory reset” when it came to ruling my own court — or our court — I couldn’t give it away.

Not so soon.

Allowing her to adjust to my massive length, I wait for her to permit me to move, encouraging me to pull out just as slowly — my tip already cloaked in her juices that glisten despite our darkened alternate universe.

“Please move faster,” she encourages, and I can’t complain in the slightest.

“Yes, my Queen,” I assure her, continuing to thrive on those hugging muscle clamps her pussy has enjoyed since she had my frigid fingers in her captivity.

Now my cock was next for the best ride.

I begin to fuck her at a different tempo, knowing how to work her up and build that rise of pleasure that’s coiling in the depths of her core. Her mewls and pleas for more get louder, while thewoven threads of her magic seem to amplify with each orgasm she experiences.

My mouth ends up finding hers, the two of us kissing intensely while I keep up with the pace. Her legs soon found their desire to wrap around my waist, forcing me even closer —something I wouldn’t complain about.

We go with the rhythm, lost in the melody of each other’s symphonies until we’re both moaning, groaning, and panting. Sweat drips down the sides of my face, the first beads of exertion as we both seem to be fighting the building urge to come.

It’s as if there’s some unspoken challenge — both of us determined to watch the other one come undone by their doing. It was amusing to think that even with this rebirth, our stubborn tendencies hadn’t changed, which was going to contribute to our suffering if we didn’t submit to our pleasure that was rocking towards the deep end of euphoria.

Heat fights to consume me as my temperature drops further to counter her body’s efforts to find some sort of weakness to break my determined resolve, but I can’t submit without taking her with me — the frost of my body only escalating to combat her immense warmth.

For centuries they’ve said opposite attracts, and I’ve yet to prove such an analogy wrong, for I’ve lost every single time.

Aether and Shadows

Warmth versus Frost

Rivaled versus Unrivaled.

A sacrificial Queen and a merciless King…

Her scent is but a heightened perfume, so good, and hot, and makes me even more needy for her than ever. Even as sweat drips off my ripped muscles as I fuck her with so much of me, I bathe in her aroma and how it blends perfectly with the scent of her aroma and our dripping bodies.

We’re so close.

So close to that wonderful edge, and I know I have to take her with me. That I’ll have to let us both fall or else we’d lose this battle together.

We’ve never been the type to compromise.

We ride or fall…and no matter the life of our past and this reborn blessing, I’d do it all over again if it means keeping us as equals in all things.

I rock deeply into her, our voices endlessly bouncing off invisible shadowed walls. Our breaths hasten, bodies dripping with endless beads of sweat, and we’re both chasing the edge because we’re gripping each other for dear life while enduring every deep thrust.

“A-Aetheron!” It’s the only sign of submission she’d dare give me, and I take it like a grand prize because it’s my exit ticket into sinking myself as deeply as I can — crushing her lips like the final move needed to ignite our fall.

“Cum with me, Sparrow. Let’s come undone.”

She can’t fight what our bodies have desperately needed; the two of us hitting our peaks in unison as our climaxes consume us. Her outcry is the perfect harmonic note of bliss, leaving me to groan in relief as I allow the torment of pleasurable waves to wash over my senses.

The spurs of her starlight and the gusts of my shadows had finally come to a lull, though I wasn’t a fool.

This was just the calm before the storm.

A storm that would repeat, again and again, until the crack of dawn.

I’ve forgotten the chase and freedom an orgasm can deliver to a being like myself. How it feels like centuries of tension had suddenly been stolen from me — a burden I didn’t realize sat in rooted company, waiting to be revoked as an unwanted guest in my existence.

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