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“Open up,” Voraal commanded softly. “Time to swallow like a good mate.”

I moaned, opening my mouth wide while Rask pummeled into me, seed still surging.

Voraal’s arm flexed, pumping his cock hard now, and a flood of semen sprayed out of him, covered my face and breasts with hot ropes of come, dripping out of my hair and over my belly.

I gulped it down, licking my lips for more, and when he stepped up to me I sucked the head of his cock clean, whimpering with ecstasy.

Rask’s knot had finally softened, and he slowly withdrew from me, panting hard. He cuddled me against him, all of my monsters surrounding me.

“Such a beautiful, good little human,” Rask purred, running his claws through the seed on my breasts.

“The best we could’ve asked for.” Voraal kissed me hard and hungrily, and Zirin’s tentacles delicately stroked my ass.

You are everything to us.

Rask carried me away, and I found myself in the bath again.

“I will wash you and feed you,” he told me. “And then I will fuck you again.”

I leaned on the edge of the bath, groaning in pleasure as Zirin joined me in the water. He shifted back into his tentacled form, holding me aloft and running his fingers through my hair.

“That sounds like my idea of paradise,” I told them, already hungry for more.

I would always be hungry for the love of my monsters.

Chapter41

Juno

“Are you sure you have everything you need?”

Elizabeth stood on the beach, the luminescent water lapping at her bare feet and ankles.

She was stark naked, and she raised her arms to the massiveKleerising from the water, laughter pealing out of her.

“I need nothing but them.”

Nadhu leaned down, his wings spreading as his tentacles wrapped around her. Xiar and Shuzen waited alongside her, both of them staring out into the vastness of the Void.

Their time here was done, and now they were free to leave.

In the last week, Elizabeth had taken care of all of her mortal affairs. Duskwood Manor was now bequeathed in my name, along with the investment stipend that made every Marsh heir a rich woman—along with the key to the manor itself, which would always remain with me.

The key opened the gates. It was nothing more than a symbol, but one that had been used since the time of Sarah. Elizabeth had explained that it was tradition to serve the next heir with her key, where she was to take it to the Void before sealing her own covenant.

I’d been introduced to the delivery ferrymen, who would provide regular shipments of food and whatever I ordered to what was now my P.O. box in Innsmouth.

Elizabeth had once again looked like an old woman when the man arrived on his boat; she told me that I, too, would appear to age like a normal woman outside the Void.

But within the Void, I would always remain youthful, exactly as I was now.

She’d also showed me theGeneCo Ancestryreports, detailing Sophie’s lineage down through several daughters: my grandmother Felicity Marsh, and her daughters, my mother Josephine and Aunt Gillian.

I kept a finger on my aunt’s name. If she was a Marsh… then my younger cousin Elle, now fifteen, also possessed the bloodline.

In several years I would need to check on her.

In addition to the ancestry reports were thetruechronicles of Duskwood. They were kept hidden deep within the manor, books that no outsider of this family would ever be permitted to lay eyes on.

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