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But I don’t want that anymore.
I just want her.
Even if we don’t deserve her and never will.
But she doesn’t care.
For some goddamn miracle, she loves us anyway.
I watch that love blossom as they take her, making her scream for us.
It’s the most beautiful melody I’ve ever heard.
Once they’re through, cum drips from her pussy lips and their dicks are tucked away, I slide up behind Sola, turn her around, and sit her on the bench, facing me. I rip off my mask and rest it on the table, along with my wraparounds.
We built a sanctuary for our queen.
We now own chickens.
We will rebuild this town.
I heard her talking to Rot.
Whatever Sola wants… My Soul gets.
Placing my hand over her heart and the other around the back of her neck, I slide my cock into her drenched pussy, and she moans, staring into the shattered window of my soul.
I love you,I mouth.
A single tear treks down the corner of her nose to the top of her lips.I love you, too, she mouths in return, and my heart fills with more than I can take as I lean in and kiss her, washing the tear away. She comes, shuddering in my arms as I bring her pleasure, just as I plan to do for always, until my dying breath.
We don’t deserve her.
Kings never deserve their Queens, but we get to worship them all the same.
Chapter
Forty-Four
“Be a good girl and come on.”Rot drags me by the hand through the backyard, in my t-shirt and Crocs, to the clearing where my shed and chickens live.
“What are we doing?” I huff, trying to catch my breath as Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather circle my legs, searching for food in the grass.
“Let me show you.” Releasing my hand, Rot saunters to the coop and opens the purple door adorned with a girly sign in the middle of an evergreen wreath that readsQueen’s Castle.He ducks inside and returns with the fluffy chicken they handed me the first day I was gifted this place. Her name’s Elvis, thanks to Rot, and she’s a silkie, one of the four we have. But she’s secretly our favorite. Sometimes, Mama sneaks her into the kitchen and straps her to his chest like a baby when he’s doing his thing.
It’s been eight months since then.
Eight months of us.
Can you believe it?
Winter has come and gone. Spring is here, and Rot isworked up about something when he shoves our chicken into my arms and backs away like we’re diseased. She rubs her fluffy face against my chest like she always does. Cooing at her, I pet her white, downy feathers. “Hey, sweet girl.” Something catches my fingertip, and I lift Elvis to find a sparkly, blinged-out necklace dangling around her neck, and on it…
A ring.
“What…” I sputter and suddenly feel lightheaded.
Necro and Coffin emerge from out of nowhere, and then it’s the four of us, and I’m staring at a bird’s neck and the… massive red ruby ring there.
