Page 13 of Eternal Sacrifice
I slapped against the side of my head, demanding that the voices quiet down for a moment so I could think straight. They have been increasingly insistent on being heard. Making it harder for me to focus on what is happening around me. What I really need is a calming trip to my dungeon.
We made it back to our wing of the palace without another interruption, sighing in tandem once we passed through the magical barrier. We dropped Mor off in her room first, and I stayed in the doorway, watching as she busied herself with her familiar possessions.
Spending time off the realm with her, away from politics and the prying eyes of others, had been fantastic. Still, there was nothing quite like the feeling of being home. Mor was content when I left for my room. I needed some space after spending so much time with the others.
One’s a party. Two’s a party. Threes or whores?
I shut my bedroom door behind me, hearing the click while shuffling to my rune-covered bed. My arms reached wide as I fell face-first into the soft duvet, smothering me in familiarity. I heard the click of my door shutting tight once more and lifted my head.
“Hi.” Mor stood with her back to my door, leaning against it. The soft tone she used made her look like meek prey, and my cock twitched.
“You and doors, pet.” I smiled, flipping around to lie across the bed. It had barely been thirty seconds, and she was desperate to reunite. My feet rested on the floor, and I lifted my hands to tuck under my head, finally relaxing.
“I’ll let you have some space. I just couldn’t stop thinking about what your dad said.” She pushed off the door, sauntering her way toward me.
I felt the bed dip as she straddled me.
“I really do not want to be thinking or talking about my dad right now,” I said, grabbing her by the hips to push my readily hardening cock against her.
“One minute to humor me, and then I promise no more parents.” She bent down, her white blonde hair curtaining us as she kissed me.
She meant it as a quick peck of enticement, but I coaxed her with my lips. Filling her with temptation as I licked the seam. Her body wanted to give itself to me, melting as her lips parted and my tongue slipped inside. Her muscles tightened, poised to spring. But I didn’t want to discuss my family again. I reached around and twisted my fingers into her hair, gripping as I aimed to distract her with the tip of my tongue. But all too soon, I felt her pulling away. Her tongue and lips retreated from mine. I searched for them in the empty air as Mor sat up.
“Just give me one minute, and I promise I will make it worthwhile,” she purred, using the tip of her finger like a pen to trace marks against my chest.
“Sixty seconds. I’m counting.” My hands gripped her hips, grinding her against me as her mouth opened for her first argument.
“It’s just,” she started suddenly, looking nervous. “The voices have been getting worse, I can tell. We all can tell. If there is something that your father could help with….”
“No,” I said firmly but softly. I used my thumbs to rub circles on her thighs, letting her know I wasn’t chastising her. But there was no way I would allow my father to tinker around in my head like he did with my mom. “He was just trying to get under your skin. You have no idea how powerful you are. How seductive that makes you to them. I won’t let him get his hands on you.” My hands gripped her legs tightly.
“Nothing is going to happen to me.”
“Exactly.” I felt lighter, knowing that the conversation and her sixty seconds were over. “Now, let’s get to the nest where we belong.”
She smiled, looking down at me, and at that moment, my heart felt so full it was ready to burst. My cock felt the same.
“I can’t get up unless you let go of me.” She pointed out, looking at my hands that held her in place.
“Guess we have a problem then, because I plan to make myself home inside you.” My fingers curled around her hips, grabbing a thick chunk of her ass as I pushed up to grind her across my length. “But I guess I could be persuaded to let you go. If that is,ifwe were headed to the dungeon instead.”
She waggled her eyebrows in response, and excitement wafted from her. We both needed a little trip to the dungeon. At least I hadn’t ripped her clothes from her body when she entered my room.
We left in a hurry, bounding through the hallways hand in hand like giddy teenagers.
The stench of ring four hit me before I saw it. A nauseating waft of decay, sweet and earthy, with an after-bite that warned that death still lingered near. The demons that used to come here were willing lab rats, placing their immortal lives in my hands because I could end them if I lost control.
Except for my fox, I couldn’t exist where she did not. My hands would never be stained with her blood from a wound I caused.
Other than the ones she asked for, of course.
“Remember pet? There are no safe words here.”
She laughed in response, just as eager to play games with knives and without rules. She craved the freedom of natural urges and reveled in pain the same as I did. I felt her emotions as they wafted from her. It felt like anticipated fluttering. She was looking forward to the release we would soon feel.
The dungeon was more than just a playground for kinky sex and murder. It was a place where dreams could find you.
I stopped walking just outside the dilapidated stone building that held my dungeon, and my fox nearly ran into my back. She looked up at me as I took a moment to take in how happy I was that I had found my mate. Looking into her eyes, I saw everything I would ever need. The answer to every question.
