18. Hesper

EIGHTEEN

HESPER

The heavy fluorescent glow of the death caps covered our skin as we stood together, gazing into one another's eyes. My heart was overflowing with joy and happiness, reunited with my king. Morel yanked the latch of my coat, my fur dropping to the snow as he removed his own. He rolled his sleeves, exposing his pale, scarred arms, scars he had gained alongside me in our many battles together. I glanced at the matching scars along my skin as he raised my hand, pushing my sleeve down to my elbow. His touch warmed me, a look in his eyes sparking my soul.

Morel turned my left hand over, the deep scar glowing blue in the light. It was a visual reminder of our wedding night, the night we made a sacred blood oath to remain together forever, tying our souls together so that we may remain as one for all eternity. He pulled a dagger from his belt, the blade glinting the moonlight. His amber eyes bore into mine as he turned his own hand over and dug the blade across the scar, his deep blood appearing purple in the fluorescence.

"Hesper, my queen, my wife." He spoke the words perfectly, his blood dripping onto the snow, as he continued. "I re-devote myself to you, same as the night of our wedding, tying my heart and my soul with yours, for all of eternity. Only this time, I swear to you, my love, that even death himself cannot part us. I will follow you, even if you leave this world, remaining by your side until the end of time itself. There is no force in this world or the next that can stop me from being with you. I am yours."

Tears of bliss poured from my eyes as I took the dagger, running the bloody tip deep across my own scar. "And I re-devote myself to you, Morel. My king. My husband. May our hearts and souls remain intertwined, forged together in the darkness for all of eternity. I will follow you into death, from this world to the next, our love impenetrable and unstoppable. No force in this world or the next can stop us. You are mine, and I am yours." Morel grabbed my hand, our bloody palms squeezing together, the warm drips of our promise falling into the snow. He leaned forward, slamming his lips into mine, the love and desire crashing into me as if I had not been with him in centuries. The unshakable tie between us was overwhelming, holding nothing back as we tore the clothes off one another, blood smearing our pale skin as we exchanged fiery kisses, our hot breaths fogging the cold night. Snow fell onto our heads, melting against the heat of our bodies.

We stumbled back, falling into the snow, my back barely missing the death caps as the mix of hot and cold enhancing the moment. My hand ran along his bare chest, feeling the scar that plastered his heart. It ached my heart to see such a wound on him. "We are matching," he whispered as he kissed me, his fingers gently touching the scar on my abdomen. "Both scarred by the sun himself."

"Does it hurt?" I asked, my blood streaking the raised mark.

Morel placed his hand atop mine, smiling as his hair dangled above me. "I feel nothing but love for you, wolfsbane. Agaric tried to pierce my heart, but he could not as my heart was not in my chest." He stroked my face. "My heart is here, with you, my little shadow. And forever that is where it shall remain."

I gripped his neck, pulling him closer as I kissed him, our tongues twisting together. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling his body closer. I had no patience. I wanted him, here and now.

Moral gripped my hands, pinning them into the snow, squeezing tight as his mouth broke from mine and traveled down my neck. His tongue traced the various scars, making its way to my breasts. He swirled along my hardened nipples, his teeth gently biting them. My body jolted, reacting to the pleasing touch, my center growing wet with desire and anticipation. It had been too long since we were last together. The craving was dangerously uncontrollable. He kissed my breasts, his hot breath warming my skin, licking the snowflakes as they touched me.

"Stop playing games," I growled, watching him smile up at me.

"If you wish for things to accelerate," he ran his tongue along my sternum, my back arching in response. "Then you are more than welcome to take control, my love."

I bit my lip, his hands releasing mine as I pushed from the snow and lunged forward, slamming him onto his back, my body on top of his as my hair sprawled across his bare chest. His long, hardened self touched my backside as he grinned up at me, fully enjoying the moment.

"We both know I am not a patient person," I teased, positioning myself over him.

"Indeed." Morel licked his lips, my thighs straddling his waist as I reached down, gripping his girthy cock. His hands grabbed my thighs, his fingers lightly digging into my skin as I began to stroke him, purposely rubbing my thumb across the tip. His body moved in reaction, begging me to keep going, and so I did. I watched him, the moonlight shining on his skin as snow fell around us, the moment perfect.

My hand quickened its pace, pulling him closer as I began to rub him along my center, our fluids mixing together. The feel of him touching me, even just so, was amazing. I wanted to bask in the moment beneath the moonlight, wishing for it to never end. I placed my free hand on his chest, bracing myself as I felt my desire grow. My head dropped back, my hair flowing down my back as he held me, allowing me to do as I pleased.

"You are an absolute goddess, Hesper. The embodiment of night itself. Nothing can compare to your beauty, my love." He leaned forward, pushing himself inside me as I gasped, my breath escaping me. We sat in that moment, the sensation of our connection flooding our bodies, our chests pressed against one another, our hearts racing as one.

Morel wrapped his arms around my waist as I looped mine around his neck. I raised myself, gliding along him, moving back and forth slowly, struggling to control my urges. He felt so good inside me; I knew I wouldn't last long. His hot moans filled my ears as he let me ride him, his hold on me tightening. I could feel him resisting and holding back. As much as I wanted to draw the moment out, I wanted to please him more. To hear him roar with ecstasy and know that I was the cause.

"My king." I kissed him, squeezing my center around him. "I want you to unleash your control. Take me, right here, however you would like." He stared at me, his amber eyes burning through the blue fluorescence. His lips formed a grin, as he kissed me, licking the top of my mouth with his tongue.

"You don't have to ask me twice," he teased. Morel lifted me from him, grunting as he did so. He stood, his wet cock level to my face. I stared up at him, licking the tip as he groaned, his hand clenched into a fist, the knuckles white. "Easy," he purred. He made eye contact with me as I leaned forward, on my knees and let my mouth glide down him, tasting the mixture of our pleasure. His fingers weaved through my hair, watching me devour him.

He enjoyed the feel of my mouth for a few minutes, his hand gently moving my head back as he fell from my lips, my saliva dripping from his cock. He ran his hand along my face as he stepped around me, gripping my neck as he kneeled behind me. My king, kneeling for me. "Allow me to show you the same kindness, my queen," he whispered into my ear, his canines piercing my lobe. My chest rose, inhaling sharply as he squeezed my neck, his free hand wasting no time as it slithered to my center, rubbing it gently, his cock pressed hard against my backside. Without warning, he pushed his fingers inside, thrusting slowly. He was teasing me, knowing how much I enjoyed the way he handled me.

"Morel," I growled, my excitement quickly growing.

"Shhh." He moved his hand over my mouth, silencing my words as his fingers moved faster, carrying my elation with their speed. My hands gripped his arm as he pushed against my mouth, muffling my moans. I leaned further into him, my spine screaming in pain as I failed to fight back my pleasure. I came, my wetness soaking his fingers as he continued, his speed increasing, leading me deeper into desire. My heart felt as though it may burst from my chest as I screamed beneath his hand, the taste of his blood on my tongue. "That's a good girl," he breathed against my face, panting as he enjoyed my orgasm as much as I did. "Now…" He pulled his fingers from inside, releasing my mouth. I gasped, my body throbbing and sensitive. "Get on your hands and knees," he growled, his voice filled with hunger. "It's my turn."

"Make me," I provoked him, looking over my shoulder. Morel grinned, grabbing the back of my neck as he forced me onto my hands and knees. He licked my ear, his words hot against my skin as he spoke, his voice filled with possessiveness. "I better hear you—every moan, every scream, every gasping breath as I fuck you. You are my wife, and I want the entire kingdom to know." As the sentence hit my ears, he pushed himself deep inside me with brutal force, leaning back as he gripped my backside. I screamed out, still sensitive and bathing in my excitement. "That's right." He pulled back, leaving just the tip. "I want to hear you."

Morel pushed back inside me, immediately quickening his pace as he did what I asked and held nothing back. He rammed into me, the sound of his grunts and moans mixing with my own as my nails dug into the cold snow. It wasn't long before I began to experience a new wave of excitement, unable to fight or force it back. "Please," I cried, feeling myself nearing the edge, "Don't stop. Bathe me in your darkness, my king. I am yours."

Morel quickened his pace, moaning as we both came hard, our screams filling the night. My heart felt as though it was rupturing, the sex only strengthening our tied souls.

The warmth of his pleasure filled me, dripping down my folds as he slowed, eventually coming to a halt, remaining inside me. We were both breathing hard, snow melting on our skin. Morel slapped my backside. I whipped my head back, my hair wet from the snow and sweat, sticking to my skin as I looked up at him. "Excuse me!" I snapped playfully.

He raised his brow, twisting my hair in his hand, yanking it as he pulled me back, my back resting against his chest. "Careful, my queen. Your little attitude might just get you into trouble one of these days." He pinched my nipple, watching as I gasped, enjoying the sensation. "Besides, we both know you like it rough." I smiled back at him, squeezing my center around his cock, his body immediately reacting, a moan filling his throat.

"And I know exactly what you like, my king." His hand released my nipple, gripping my neck. "Shall I bend you back over and fuck you again? Or have you had enough for one night?"

I grabbed his arm, squeezing once more. "Whatever my king desires."

Morel growled, pushing me forward, his cock hardening inside me. "I'm going to wear you out, wolfsbane."

I glanced back at him, grinning as I teased him. "I'd like to see you try."