Page 12 of Court of Aether and Shadows

"Soon, my love,"he murmured, pressing a gentler kiss to my forehead. His lips lingered there as if he could impart some of his strength to me through the touch."But for now, you must return. Heal. Grow stronger…and know that I will be waiting for you."

The pain intensified, and the edges of my vision grew dark with every second that dared pass. Panic clawed at my throat as I felt myself slipping away.

"Wait!" I gasped. "I don't even know your name. How will I find you again?"

A smile curved his lips, equal parts promise and warning.

"Names have power in this realm, little Songbird. But know this – I am the Night Prince, ruler of the Shadow Court. And you, my love, are mine. No matterwhere you go, no matter how far you run, I will always find you."

Before I could respond, his mouth crashed down on mine once more. But this kiss was different –less a claiming and more... a gifting.

I felt power flow from him into me, ancient and wild.

It raced through my veins like liquid starlight, soothing the pain and filling me with a strength I'd never known.

As the kiss deepened, his hand slid lower, caressing me through the gossamer-thin fabric of my gown. The touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body that momentarily eclipsed the pain of my impending return to the mortal world.

It seems to take so much strength for our lips to pull apart.

"A taste,"he growled against my lips, his fingers finding that secret, aching place with unerring accuracy,"to tide you over until we meet again."

It seems evil to leave me like that, when I’m on the brink of riding a wave of lust I don’t realize was brewing. I arched into his touch, knowing I needed just a bit more.

A few more strokes and that would be enough to tip me over the quaking edge. He seemed to feel pity enough to grant me such a selfish wish; a cry of ecstasy tore from my throat as wave after wave of bliss crashed over me.

It was too much, too intense, and yet not enough.Never enough. His fingers moved with practiced skill, stroking and circling in a rhythm that quickly had me teetering on the edge of oblivion.

I wasn’t sure if I couldcum so soon, yet my wetness flows like a fall of evergreen waters, only juices easily lace the devious royal’s fingers.

All the while, his eyes held mine, that molten gold gaze burning with an intensity that stripped me bare. I felt exposed,vulnerable, every secret and desire laid bare before him. And yet I had never felt safer, more cherished, than I did in that moment.

"Let go, my love,"he murmured, his voice a silken caress."Fall apart for me. Show me your pleasure."

His words were my undoing.

The pleasure reached a fever pitch, and I shattered in his arms. Colors exploded behind my eyelids – not just the golds and reds of earthly passion, but impossible hues that spoke of magic and other worlds. I cried out, as the ecstasy washed over me in endless waves.

“My King!” I scream in bliss.

He expressed his satisfaction with a pleased chuckle, while he admires my undoing — those long skillful fingers still embedded so deeply in my pussy walls, held captive thanks to my pulsing heated walls that quake with endless pleasure.

As I came down from the high, trembling and gasping in his arms, I felt the world begin to dissolve around me. The pain returned, but it was dulled now, manageable.

I clung to this monster prince, trying to memorize every detail of his face, the feel of his skin against mine, the scent of him – like thunderstorms and dark forests and somethinguniquelyhim.

"Remember,"he said, his voice fading as the dream world slipped away."Remember, and return to me."

Then I was gasping awake.

My eyes fly open to find myself in a stark white room that couldn't have been further from the opulent bed chamber of my dreams.

The steady beep of medical equipment filled the air, and I became aware of the IV in my arm, and the oxygen mask over my face.

A hospital. I was in a hospital.

But even as reality reasserted itself, I could still feel the phantom touch of the monster prince's hands on my skin.

Still taste him on my lips.

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