Page 83 of Goddess of Light

I am floating in space.

And his lips are on me, everywhere. Not just my mouth, but my neck and my breasts and my stomach and between my thighs. He’s everywhere all at once, like I’m being kissed and licked by multiple men.

I flail into the nothingness, my head going back, letting the Magician devour me, tongues and lips and hands exploring every inch of my body, over and over again.

Then, my legs part, and he enters me, filling me with something indescribable, something both warm and cold, soft and hard, something that fills every crevice. It snakes in betweenbones and seeps into my veins, and I’m being fucked by the universe in every way possible.

I cry out, but it’s in my mouth as well, thrusting deep, meeting somewhere in my ribs, wrapping around my heart and squeezing. I am shattering into a million pieces yet held together by stardust. Every last inch of me is explored and kissed and teased until I am writhing, endlessly and forever, until time doesn’t exist.

And it doesn’t stop. It keeps going, and I keep falling and rising and I am flying and I am here and there and everywhere at once. I am myself and I am beyond myself. I am a soul in the world; I am the world.

“I feel you,” the Magician’s voice surrounds me as I feel him singular again, lips at my neck, his cock pounding inside me, coaxing orgasm after orgasm from me. “I feel who you are, Lovia, and you are lovely.”

“I don’t want this to end,” I cry out. It could go on for infinity. I am infinity.

“It has to at some point,” he says. “Let me feel you again, one last time.”

And so it begins once more, the onslaught of mouths and lips and hands and cocks, filling me until I burst into starlight, until I’m just a former goddess spinning into another galaxy.

I whirl and turn, and I am one and I am everywhere.

And then, I feel hard ground behind my shoulders.

And I am no longer everywhere, butsomewhere.

In my tent.

Staring up into the dark. No stars.

“Magician,” I whisper into the dark. I slowly sit up, my head brushing against the canvas. I run my hands over my legs and feel my tunic and trousers.

I am me again.

Alone.

And yet, deep inside me, fragments of the universe still burn.

The next morning,I sleep in and don’t wake until Vellamo shakes my tent.

“Get up, Lovia,” her deep voice says. “We’re ready to move on to the Iron Mountains. It’s starting to snow.”

I let her know I’m coming and then quickly get ready, my body sore, my mind groggy from the wildness of last night. By the time I’m all packed up and hauling my tent over to the main camp, where someone loads it into a supply wagon, everyone is staring at me like I’m holding them back.

“Sorry,” I apologize sheepishly.

My father gives me a stern nod. “I suppose even generals need their rest sometimes,” he says gruffly, but his eyes are kind.

We start walking, and I look over to see the Magician. I go to him, falling in step beside him.

“So…” I start, not wanting to say too much since we’re surrounded by people.

“I take it you slept well,” he says in that smooth, blank voice of his.

A shivery feeling takes hold of my chest. “Very well. I had very unusual dreams. I was floating in space, one with the universe.”

He glances at me, and a shooting start curves up in a smirk. “That’s funny. I could have sworn I had that same dream, except in mine, I gained something invaluable. Of course, I don’t dream, but I’m glad you had a good one.”

And at that, he moves a little quicker, as if he’s trying to leave me behind. I’m about to rush after him when I sense Torben at my side.

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