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We both wanted the same thing.
I shoved aside my instincts and slammed down his length, right to the base. His yell intertwined with my gasp, and then we were undone. I took from him, and he took from me.
Heat filled my body. He was swelling within me, just like I recalled.
In one smooth movement, See pulled from my ass to shove into my entrance, and I was undone.
His roar filled my ears. His cock filledme.Wrapped around each other, united in this way again at last.
Tears pressed from my eyes, and I tipped my head forward to press my face against his chest. His arms came around me, and he rested his cheek against the top of my head.
We were together.
He would forgive me.
And no matter what came after, whether ruin claimed our immortality forevermore, we had chosen our own end.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Diamonds shone brightest
Upon the darkest pedestals.
“The olden rock,” I said on the air. To use actual words would rob the moment.
My prince could not talk on the air, but his instincts were sound, for he only grunted.
He glanced back.
Indeed, the olden rock was rid of swirling blackness. The tiniest hint remained at the distant heart of it, and I supposed that only a queen might glimpse the subtle gray there.
I will always be here,the gray seemed to imply.
That gray was thepotentialof betrayal between me and See. That gray had to remain, and so the black would ebb and flow between us across immortality, and in the olden rock too.
We were the heart, and the message in the olden rock was plain—we must always protect our romance, for monsters depended on our soundness. I had killed King Change becausehe presented a door for evil to return, and how confronting to discover that the feeling between See and I presented a similar door.
Greater than any worry I held for our romance was my worry over the enormous doorway that humans would always provide for ruin. Though they would need to survive first, so I would worry about that in a saved world.
With all of that connected, I returned my thoughts to the current state of the olden rock.
This was the healthiest state of our romance.
“We must strike,” I said. Forthesewords were very worthy of claiming their moment.
See murmured against my hair, “Shall we go this way?”
With his cock in me still? “Tempting, my prince.”
I freed myself of See—physically, for that was the only way we could be parted at intervals, really. “We must find my mother. She will be the last mother to battle.”
What nerves, what dread. In death, my mother was gaunt and wan, so unlike the vibrant and strong mothers who had burst into their fights.
Then… then how did I find the courage for our goodbye? I clung to the idea of monsters in a saved world tonight, for nothing made sense about the world being emptier of so many that I had loved.
“We do not have long here,” See said, glancing at hellebores.
I followed his focus and spotted the limp and withering hellebores. My stomach lurched anew, for hellebores had saved me too many times to easily recall. Another goodbye to another loved one.
