Page 28 of Queen Takes Triune
She let out a high-pitched shriek in our bond that my raven recognized as an exultant mating call. Pressing against my back, she wrapped her arms around me, holding me as she fought to control the phoenix.
I didn’t want her to slow down or deny herself. I wanted it all. Her lust, but especially her urgency and force. I wanted—needed—her to take me. Use me. As she saw fit.
If she didn’t… I didn’t think I would ever fully recover. I’d just crack apart, wings and heart irrevocably broken.
Even our bond crackled with flames.:I don’t know how much is me, and how much is Smoak.:
:It doesn’t matter. I want this. I want everything.:
Yet she hesitated, and a fine, thin crack splintered through me.
I had been used before by my former queen, and ultimately discarded when I failed to be of any further use to her. When we lost Morrigan’s Grove, Elspeth didn’t need a Morrigan Blood any longer. I had no power left. I’d failed our goddess.
But I had been more than her Blood. On paper, we had been man and wife, so she could access the deed and title to our house’s lands when my mother passed.
I’d known I was a tool, a path toward increasing Elspeth’s power base and her stature as queen. Mother had arranged the marriage, and I’d gone through with it willingly. It was a business transaction among houses. Nothing more.
When we lost the grove that my house had nurtured for generations, it hurt. Terribly.
But not as badly as feeling my wife dissolve my bond and walk away.
I didn’t mind being used. I’d liked having a purpose. But I fucking hated being discarded afterwards like a piece of useless rubbish.
The thought of Shara using me for any purpose, but especially for her pleasure, made my heart soar like never before. But if I fell from this height…
There wouldn’t be much left but a few sharp splinters of black glass to remind her that I’d ever been hers.
Pain seared through my scalp, jerking my gloomy thoughts away from my unfortunate failures of the past. My scalp burned as she wrapped another length of my hair around her fist. Leaning hard on her forearm, she pinned my head beneath her.
I could smell the rich loam of the grove, bursting with life and power. Mother Earth did Her best to renew the seasonal lifecycles, but without mankind’s care and nurture, the earth was failing. Polluted and poisoned. Drained and raped of resources. Left to rot beneath an unforgiving sun.
Like my mother’s grove, destroyed by men and machinery. Irreplaceable trees uprooted and stacked like refuse to be senselessly burned.
This earth smelled of Her power, fed by my queen’s blood. My fangs throbbed gently like a sad goodbye.
I tried to focus on her, but my mind floated like a cloud. Not in bliss this time. Ironic. This time I wanted nothing more in the world than to be used roughly, and my queen could not bring herself to crack me open for fear of hurting me.
I tried to tell her it was alright. I understood. I loved her so much. Too much, perhaps.
Shara’s voice snapped and crackled like roaring flames devoured her from the inside out. “Do you know what heat does to shards of glass?”
I couldn’t answer her. I was too far gone.
Her fangs plunged into the meaty muscle of my shoulder, slamming me back into my body. I convulsed beneath her, my seed spilling onto the eager ground. Wave after wave of fire roared through me.
No. That was my queen’s fiery dick as she pushed into me.
My body resisted, making her pant and shove harder against me. The angle wasn’t right, not with her mouth locked to the punctures so she could feed. Her hunger pummeled my senses like furious giant wings, beating me into glorious submission.
Yes, my queen. Use me. Take everything. Break me.
She released my shoulder long enough to rise up and work deeper into my ass. She filled me, inch by inch, staking claim on my body. Possessing me.
Pushing away all my failures of the past. Those memories curled like delicate paper as she blasted another wave of heat through me. The cracks and brittle spots that had been barely holding me together gave way, splintering beneath her force.
I cracked open and fell apart. The years of my life blasted away in the furnace of my queen’s desire.
Her fire melted all those sharp, useless pieces into a red-hot core of something new. Something so bright that I couldn’t look at it. It hurt. Burned. Deep inside. So hot. All the dark memories and old hurts charred, seared away by her heat. The blackened bits flaked away, leaving only a pure, bright glow.
