Page 108 of His True Beloved

“Please, gods, it’s too much,” she wailed.

“What do you need, little fangling? I want you to say it.” I grinned, sucking her delicious nipple. My tongue circled around the nub, finally biting with my front teeth. Christine cried out again, her back arching.

Retreating my fingers, she whined. “Cum, I need to cum. Please give it to me. I need you.” I purred in satisfaction, my cock lining up with her pussy. She had soaked the sheets beneath her, and my cock dripped with precum.

“Pull your knees back, feet on the mattress, open wide,” I commanded. Whimpering, she did what she was told. Pushing her legs back further, baring her entire body to me. She was exposed, perfectly showing me every crevice of her body.

“Have you ever thought about anal play?” I quipped. “It can be quite pleasurable if we can get your forbidden hole prepared correctly.” Christine’s eyes widened, her lips parting at my words.

“N-no, I haven’t thought—”

“Shh,” I cooed. “Maybe later. Right now, I need you to take my cock. Can you do that?” Nodding her head, I slapped her mound. She gasped.

“Words, Bella, words when we play.”

“Yes,” she ground. “I need it, desperately.” Leaning over her body, my cock parted her lips, sinking into the glorious pussy. Hot, wet, I groaned, rolling my eyes in the back of my head. “Wrap your legs around me.” I pushed through the first waves of her fluttering core.

My hips jerked, pushing further, faster and deeper. Her claws lengthened, ripping the ropes until my chest was hovering over. “Cum all over my cock, Christine. Show me how good I pleasure you.” She came with a cry, her fangs entering my neck as mine did the same to hers. We both fell over the waterfall, falling into the sea of stars.

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“Are you ready for this?” I squeezed Christine’s hand. Black SUVs lined the driveway, many families wanting to return to Bergarian to help with the rebuilding of Vermillion. Some asked if they could help in any way that they could. Accountants, mathematicians, some even studying the art of agriculture on Earth had decided to come with us. They were bringing along their mates, and some were returning without.

“I think so,” Christine muttered. “I’m glad Mom and Dad are coming.” She smiled at them as they loaded the last part of their luggage in the white van that carried supplies.

Christine asked Justin if it was all right to call him Dad since she never really saw her biological father as any sort of parental figure. Justin was over the moon and even shed a tear at the thought he already had a daughter.

Christine’s mother wanted a large family with Justin, but first, she wanted to find her two other children that were somewhere in the lands of Bergarian. At least we hoped. The assassin went over documents that the witch and warlock couple brought with them from Faye and Leona. A lot of the papers were useless, just orders of supplies from Bergarian, but one notebook stood out the most. It was a transaction ledger of the magic they had done not just for Broderick but also for the humans.

Broderick used the money from selling his two children with Vanessa to pay off his debt to the witches. Broderick had to not only pay the witches for the conjuring of Ir’ak, but also pay Ir’ak with Christine. He was so deep and over his head in debt that even if his children were born with magic, he would have likely sold them.

“I’m ready.” Christine held onto Bob, her stuffed corgi. She brought him up to her face and breathed deeply. “sometimes I think I smell hints of a newborn baby on him,” she muttered.

Christine began having dreams of her siblings a few days ago. Once a bond took effect, a supernatural could unlock hidden dreams. The dreams she had as a child about her siblings made her believe they may have been older. Possibly one or two when they were sold. Her corgi had played a huge part in their care, she said. She would lie on her corgi or have the babies hug and laugh as her toy brought joy to her brother and sister.

Vanessa gave a modest wave, climbing into Justin’s Maserati. They would meet us at the portal at the Ever Green pack. The assassin had already taken off in his sleek black motorcycle, body covered head to toe in black leather. He mumbled he would be in touch, otherwise to sit tight while he went on his search.

Word was that it was extra crowded at the Ever Green pack, and we could not expect to have any accommodations until we got through the portal. We might even have trouble finding a place to stay on the other side.

“I’ll miss you.” Pamela hugged Christine from behind. “You were the first actual girlfriend I’ve had. Now you’re going away,” she fake cried. Christine laughed, hugging her back.

“I hope you come to visit,” she muttered.

“Oh, I plan on it, especially since you are all queenly now. I expect to have the best bedroom in the palace once the new palace is built.” Enzo pulled Pamela away, his nose going into her neck. “Yeah, Krawl says to make sure we have an extra sturdy bed. He likes to get rough.” Pamela poked his chest.

Christine made a face, shaking her head. “I’ll make sure to put you both on the other end of the palace,” she bantered. A small tug pulled on my suit jacket, and Allen looked up at us both with wide eyes. Water pooled in them, and it about made my heart damn near break.

“Aw, Allen, are you all right?” Christine cooed, kneeling in front of him. “Maybe Suron can bring you to come to visit?”

Suron was staying. He said he had nothing left in Bergarian. One day he hoped to return, but he was needed here with more humans that were joining the coven. The turnover rate was astounding, and Rowan pegged it to be a gift from the gods since the supernaturals defeated the three demons that inhabited a sorcerer that practiced necromancing’s body.

Yeah, that debriefing will be fun once we arrive.

If the gods were thankful for the success, it must have been something more powerful that made the gods fear it.

Allen sniffed. He rubbed his nose and stared at Christine’s stuffed corgi. She peeked at Bob and sighed heavily. Pushing out the stuffed animal, she gently touched Allen’s hands and had him hold it. “You know, I don’t think Bob is quite ready to go to Bergarian,” she said somberly. “I think he needs to stay here and take care of you and the other children.” Allen’s eyes lit up, his hands clutching the stuffed animal.

“Can you take care of him while I’m gone? Help the other children when their mom or dad are changing and can’t be around all the time?” Allen’s eyes met Christine’s, a feat that only Suron could have with other children who had problems socializing. He reached forward, wrapping his arms around my beloved’s neck.

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