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Her eyes meet mine, her deep brown gaze filled with a mix of fear and ecstasy. I can see her soul in those eyes, the strength and the light that draws me in. And in that moment, I want to consume her, to make her a part of me forever.

"Kai," she gasps, her body tightening around me. Her orgasm rips through her, her inner walls clamping down on me, milking me for all I'm worth. And with a final, brutal thrust, I follow her over the edge.

I climax inside her, my roar of release echoing through the temple. My body shakes with the force of it, my seed filling her completely. I hold her tight, my grip on her throat unyielding, as we both ride out the storm.

And as we come down, her body relaxing against mine, I know that she's mine. Completely and utterly mine.

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ARENWEN

Iwas never begging the gods for him to stop.

I was thanking them for Kai and everything he was doing to me. Maybe I shouldn't have been but nothing had ever felt better than that moment when I was kneeling before him.

I can't even find it in me to regret it.

Not even now as I wake up on my pallet, sunlight streaming through the windows. Instead, I find myself immediately looking for him.

Kai is gone. Of course he is.

My fingers trace the tender spots along my throat where his teeth marked me. Each touch only brings the memories of his dominance flooding back, making me want more. The way he'd commanded my submission, demanded my worship. And I'd given it - all of it.

I press harder against the bruises, letting the sweet ache ground me in reality. What kind of person finds pleasure in being claimed so thoroughly in a temple? In begging another like he was my god.

But I had. Gods help me, I'd reveled in it.

Rising unsteadily, I catch my reflection. Dark crescents pepper my throat like a necklace of possession. My hair falls in wild tangles down my back, and my lips still look swollen from his kisses.

"I'm helping him," I whisper to my reflection. "Taking his darkness so others don't have to bear it."

But the justification rings hollow when I remember how desperately I'd begged for more. How right it felt to kneel before him, to let him claim every part of me. I'd been trained since childhood to help lost souls find their way to the light. Yet here I am, drawn to his shadows like a moth to flame.

The others would be horrified. Or maybe…they'd understand? We always knew that true strength lies in choosing your battles. Perhaps this is mine - absorbing Kai's darkness so it doesn't consume him entirely.

I smooth my dress, wincing at muscles I didn't even know I had. The ache between my thighs reminds me of every savage thrust, every moment he'd made me his. I shouldn't want more. Shouldn't already be craving his touch again.

But I do. Gods help me, I do.

Like every morning, I head outside. I need the prayers more than ever today. I can only hope that I haven't made the worst mistake.

I kneel in the courtyard, morning dew soaking through my dress. The stone beneath my knees has grown familiar these past weeks, worn smooth from my daily prayers. Sunlight filters through the leaves above, casting dappled shadows across my folded hands.

"Thank you for giving me strength to endure," I whisper, following the familiar rhythms of morning devotion. "Thank you for-" My voice catches. "For sending Kai to..."

The words die in my throat. Heat floods my cheeks as I realize what I'd been about to say. Since when had I startedincorporating him into my prayers? Not just mentioning him, but actually expressing gratitude for his presence in my life?

My fingers clench against my thighs. This isn't right. He's my captor. A dark warrior who delights in domination and breaking spirits. Yet here I am, thanking the gods for him as if he's some divine gift.

But isn't he? He took me from the wretched world I was on. He probably saved me from worse fates. I've never had a home and food, and I… I like serving him. I like doing whatever it takes for him - even if I shouldn't.

"I can help him," I breathe, the revelation hitting me like a physical blow. "I can take his darkness, channel it into something better." All the teachings I've learned flood back - about balance, about transformation. About how the deepest shadows only exist in the presence of brilliant light.

My heart pounds against my ribs. This is what I was meant for. Not hiding underground with the other humans, but here - kneeling before a warrior who thinks he owns me, gradually claiming pieces of his soul for the light.

The magnitude of this realization sends tremors through my body. I'm not just surviving anymore. I'm not even just submitting. I'm actively choosing this path, this chance to transform his darkness into something beautiful.

Terror and excitement war in my chest. What if I'm wrong? What if his darkness consumes me instead? But then I remember how he watches me pray, the way his violet eyes soften when he thinks I'm not looking.

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