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“Sweet girl, there’s not much more that I can give you.”

“Yes there is,” she says, and there’s that pleading note in her voice again.

“There is?” I’m teasing her, but I want to hear her say the words, I want to hear her beg me for it.

“Please fill me up… completely. I can take your whole hand, I promise.”

I have another bottle of the basil oil concoction in the boat, and I lean over and grab it. Chlo makes a slight complaining noise as I leave her empty, but there’s a sigh of relief when she sees me coating my hand and arm with it.

“It’s olive oil, and it’s spelled for protection, so I think we’re good on skin irritation,” I say.

“I’ll be fine; basil’s a plant.”

I return to stroking her, filling her up with my four fingers until her pleading turns into begging.

“Please, Vi, please. I need it. I needyou.”

It’s just as well my hands are small. I add a thumb to where my fingers are moving in and out of her, a simple rhythm so she can adjust. “You sure?”

“Oh fuck me already,” she growls, and I’m so surprised that I do. My hand is tightly coiled in a kind of gesticulating shape, all pointed, and I can’t quite believe it when I push firmly past the slight resistance, into her pussy.

I can feel her whole cunt clenching around my fist, and I try moving it from side to side and the sound she makes is almost like keening.

“Yes, just like that,” she gasps, and I start to stroke her clit with my other hand.

“You’re incredible,” I say. “Look at that, Chlo. You took all of it. I’m so so proud of you.” I’m not just saying it; I amsoproud of her, for doing this, for being here with me, of giving of herself like this. I’d do anything for her. End the world in its entirety for this woman, here.

“I love you,” she says, and I can tell she’s close. “You know that, right?”

“Good,” I say. “Because I love you too.” And then I lean down and take her clit between my teeth—just the way she likes—and pull.

She shatters.

And the river shatters with her, a huge wave rolling beneath us, lifting us up, and it’s all I can do to hold on to her, pulling her close to me, and allowing her to ride her orgasm as we ride this wave together.

In an instant, the river is still again, Chlo is still, and when she opens her eyes, they are filled with tears.

“May I kiss you?” I ask, and she nods, wincing slightly as I extricate myself, and then sighing against my lips in happiness.

“I didn’t think I’d ever find you,” she says, and her voice is gruff, like the very first day we met, and perhaps, just perhaps, I was in love with her from that moment.

“You’re mine now,” I say, nudging against the bitemark on her neck with my nose. “See?”

“We belong together.”

“Yes, my darling. Always.”

EPILOGUE

Hazel

Ifeel the change in the river instantly.

That comes of working so closely with Trisantona, I suppose, and I’m delighted for Chlo and Vi. I know it’s them; the plants are invigorated, and there’s a weird, slightly mortal, flavour to Vi’s magic.

I am happy for them, I really am, only…

Only I don’t know if such a thing could be in the cards for me.

Looking around my studio, there are paintings everywhere, and they are all of the river. Beautiful landscapes that would make the most hard-hearted of art professors smile. But my work for Trisantona doesn’t stop there.

Just as I capture the river as mortals see it, and the river as nixes see it, I paint the river as she sees it. Swirling, tormented, full of drowned souls that make my head ache. Nixes aren’t mortals, but we’re not as strong as other fae, not as built to accept godly visions.

I paint and I paint and I paint.

And one day, it may kill me.

The End

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