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I was starting to understand just how wild she could get. How her claws could dig into the soft mattress. How she cried my name as her orgasm consumed her.

I had never felt more powerful in my life while still being controlled. But the type of control she had over me was comforting. I knew that no matter what, I could let myself go and she would take care of me, and so I did just that.

My orgasm followed shortly after hers. I cried into her folds as I desperately tried to lick up the wetness that had spilled from her cunt. A clawed hand came to grab my hair, forcing me still as she teasingly ran her cunt over my lips.

“Did you think we were done?” she asked, a light laugh falling from her parted lips. “I won fair and square. Do you know what my reward will be?”

My eyes shifted to hers just in time to catch her wicked grin.

“Get comfortable, pet. I'm going to show you what my shadows can really do.”

Iris

Living with Yien was pure bliss. I had no other words to describe it. From the moment I stepped into this realm until she left for Aris’s for a second time, I had wanted for nothing.

She gave me food whenever I was hungry. She took me to explore her realm—even if we were only allowed outside the fog for a few moments at a time. She told me about the souls she was protecting.

And of course, we spent days in bed getting to know each other.

I started to know her body as well as I knew mine. I knew that when I licked her inner thigh and met her eyes, arousal would flood through her. She would try and distract me with her shadows, but I saw how wanton she became with even the littlest bit of attention.

I also saw how desperately she had needed a companion. It made me realize that she was much more like me than I could have ever imagined. I had felt so alone back home with no one but myself to trust.

She was the same, except with a much bigger burden on her shoulders. She had a realm—and all the souls that gathered there—to care for.

It was that thought that brought me back out and into the fog.

I wanted to understand more.

I wanted to help her.

I saw how she would look out at the souls when she thought I was asleep. There were just so many of them all the time, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she was waiting for a specific one.

I had stayed away from the fog wall, unsure of what I would find, but as soon as she left, I couldn’t ignore the need to explore, even if it was just for a few moments.

I let my fingers dip into the fog. Something burst through me. Instead of the memories of the souls with the demons, this felt lonelier, more painful.

I gasped, pulling my fingers back. It wasn't just memories that flooded my system this time. There was a burst of feelings as well.

Sometimes, when the feelings were strong enough, they would bleed into my own. I was used to that. But this was different.

This was a flood of emotion that I knew was not my own, but I couldn't stop myself from feeling. Like a parasite burrowing into my being and making me feel exactly what they felt. What their souls felt. Was this what Yien felt when she touched it?

The fog is an extension of her, Xira had told me.

Did that mean it was her who was feeling this, not the souls?

No. It couldn't be because I knew I had seen memories before. Maybe she acted like a barrier so I couldn’t feel their pain? Just to test that theory, I put my fingers against the wall of fog, just barely brushing across it.

Fear, anger, and pain attacked me all at once, just as strongly as if I had placed my entire hand in there. This time, I stumbled back, unable to bear it.

“What the fuck?” I whispered to myself.

“If you wanted to touch the fog, you could have done it while I was here.” Yien’s voice came from behind me. I jumped, turning to look at her.

“I’m sorry. I?—”

She held up her hand. Her shadows wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to her.

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