43. Crawl to me, Zenya…

Chapter 43

Crawl to me, Zenya…

ZENYA

"Lithium" by Evanescence

"The End of a Dream" by Evanescence

"Take Me Back to Eden" by Sleep Token

"Fall For Me" by Sleep Token

I 've lost my footing so many times.

Wandering around the forest with the blindfold practically seared to my eyes, stumbling over tree roots, falling too much to count, I can't fathom what Nyxion means.

When I try to remove the blindfold, only for it not to budge, I punch the ground and dig my nails into the mud and roots around me. I know I can't hope to root for him until I lose my footing. Whatever that means.

Does he want me to lose my footing to him? Should I turn back? Fall for him like before? No, that doesn't feel right. Not like Nyxion to strike lightning in the same place twice.

I try to tear the blindfold off again, but it doesn't give.

Panic overthrows me until I start to slip inside the fog of my mind…finding Eclipse in the blanket fort but one more alter. She reminds me of a doll, a porcelain gothic doll dressed in a black Victorian steam-punk gown with long black ripples of hair that sweep to her feet. Eclipse is shorter than me, but this alter is even shorter. I don't know who she is…or what, but I fold my hands in front of me and approach, intrigued.

"Zenya, this is Mags, and I called for her wisdom and insight." Eclipse rolls her lips, toying with her piercing and tapping her side rhythmically.

"Are you okay?" I ask her, concerned.

She narrows her eyes. "I am…coping. I know you want this. I've had to hold myself back and some of the others, but you have such a new strength in you, I know you can do this."

I sigh, my gaze flicking to Mags. "Sure doesn't feel like it right now. Can you help me?"

Mags twirls her parasol with sharp gray eyes narrowing on me, her lips firming. "Your suspicions of this being like that first night you broke the mask for Nyxion and fell for him are correct. But…" She sweeps her gaze to my bare feet, locking onto them. "You must lose something precious—to gain something better."

Oh, god. All the blood drains from my face.

Nyxion said to trust him. And he will set me on solid ground.

"And root for me?" I wonder, looking up, heart in my throat.

Mags rolls her eyes with a huff, eyeing Eclipse from the side. "Does she really need me to ? —"

Eclipse shakes her head and deepens her gaze on me. "No. She doesn't. She can remember. Time to go back, Zenya."

No sooner does she speak the words than I plunge into utter darkness as I feel the ground beneath my feet. My feet. Tears stream down my face as I consider what I must do. It's a new breaking. It's a losing.

Sucking in a deep breath, I weave the sharpest blade I can think of. And touch the edge of my left ankle. My blood thrashes in my ears. My heart slams against my chest.

Trust him. Trust Nyxion. I pushed the bone needles from my body. I broke the mask.

I raise the blade.

Trust.

I bring it down.

Lose my?—

The blade slices right through skin and bone. The great burst of pain I expect doesn't come. But one touch to my bleeding, fleshy ankle with the bone protruding assures me my foot is gone.

Acid burns my throat, but I force the blade onto my other ankle, sink the blade deep, cutting, sawing, slicing.

Silence impregnates the air as my blood weeps onto the ground.

Crawl to me, Zenya .

Nyxion's voice is deeper than ever, a command so irresistible but filled with….hope

Overwhelmed, heart ricocheting in my chest, I get down on my hands and knees, leaving behind my severed feet, losing them. Naked, I crawl forward, following the chill in the air and the scent of dark wisteria overshadowing hints of rot and decay until the soft sweep of a robe brushes my cheek.

Relief fills my chest, and I grip Nyxion's leg for dear life.

"So close, little killer." He possesses me. But he does not raise me up and place me on firm ground. "Now, root for me," he commands.

The earth beneath me gives way with a shuddering groan. My breath is ripped from my lungs as countless skeletal hands emerge from the depths, their cold grip pulling me down into the darkness. I can feel their intent—burial, entrapment. Will Nyxion stop them? How long will this play out?

Root for me!

I scream as dirt falls onto my face, and the scent of burial flowers overwhelms my senses. Wait! I force myself to think beyond the rot dragging me down, narrowing all my tunnel vision to the perfume of those burial flowers.

Root for him…and for me.

In the suffocating darkness, I channel every ounce of my will and weave black and purple roses into the soil around me. With soil clotting my mouth, I plunge their roots deep, feeling them dig in and hold fast.

The skeletal hands falter, their grip weakening as the roots constrict and grow. I conjure the flowers from the pages of my journal—rhododendrons, dahlias, hyacinths, night jasmine. I explode with hundreds of stargazer lilies, their roots spreading like a network of lifelines around me.

The flower roots anchor me, their delicate yet resilient strength pushing against the corpse hands. One by one, the skeletal fingers loosen their hold, falling away, overpowered by the burgeoning bloom. My network of flowers grows stronger, lifting me from the depths, their shallow roots saving me until the dirt falls beneath me.

The beauty I've summoned helps me rise.

The next thing I know, cold air lashes my face, my feet are standing on solid ground, and Nyxion is kissing me, fucking me with his tongue, his hands greedy as they ravish me. He kneads my breasts, then rubs his thumbs against my erect nipples.

He doesn't care that I'm covered in dirt or grave dirt or bone dust. Or fleshy pieces from the corpses. His hands worship me, ravish me.

I moan deeply into his mouth and coil my arms around his neck, digging them into his long, black waves.

Holding my mouth with the strength of his jaw, Nyxion angles his neck, deepening the kiss while he palms my wet center, rubbing my folds and stimulating my clit.

I arch against him, hips desperate, grinding against the hard bone of his cock. It's larger than ever, hungering for me.

Before I know it, he's slammed me into the core of a massive rib cage, the bones like claws closing in. The lilies and roses tether us, growing all around us. Without forsaking my mouth, his hands dig into my ass and raise me until my legs are wrapped around him. I love the taste of him. The dark side of the moon and the blood of the ancients. His dark beauty haunts me. His God cock poised at my entrance.

Tearing his mouth away and sinking his teeth into my throat, Nyxion buries himself into me with one great thrust. I scream from the pain of his bite and that cock tearing me open, plunging deeper than ever. His nightmare of a Godhood. Even with my soaked fluids easing his entrance, he still fills all of me. His girth—thick and hard as steel.

Pulling out to the tip, Nyxion slams into me again. This time, he tugs at my nipple with his teeth, then licks the pain away.

"Fuck, Zenya," he growls, locking his eyes on me. "Your cunt feels tighter than ever, new, hotter and wetter than a melted star gripping me."

I rock my hips. "Move, damn you!"

"Mmm, maybe I like it here," he groans deeply and attacks my breast again before suckling my other tight bud.

"Nyxion," I whimper, crying more tears. "You said I-I would earn?—"

He stops my mouth with his, digs his fingers into my ass harder, and hammers into me, pounding in longer, deeper, making me feel every damn inch. He seems to grow and swell inside me until I feel like I'm coming apart at the seams.

When my skin starts growing, fusing to his like the roots of flowers, I know I am to some degree. With every thrust, we become more. His bones are my bones. His flesh my flesh. Our bodies coming together as one.

And our souls.

All at once, I close my eyes and find myself in a transcendent bond. Billions of smithereens of black diamond darkness surround us. The echoes of nightmares throughout the ages. The sounds of screams, wails, moans, of voices rendered silent, others choking from whatever plagues them. Sounds he lives with every day.

One more thrust, and the sounds dim to a distant hum. And Nyxion purrs in my ear, "You quiet my demons, little killer.

"Morpheus is your freedom. I am your prison," he snarls, raising the hairs at the back of my neck, uttering the words into the very fabric of my soul. "The cage you will always return to when you wish to explore your darkness, knowing I will always be there, guarding you, possessing you, and claiming you for my own. You will rest in me, trust in me. And I will awaken and dream forever through you."

Something snaps inside him, and he unleashes himself, taking me inside our soul tether, stronger and more intense than ever. He is every dark dream I cannot escape. I run in place. Or I'm buried in the earth—or bound with skin ropes and bone cages. No matter what, he is always there…inside me. And I'm inside him.

When he reaches down to stroke my clit, working it back and forth, all my inner muscles tighten.

He crushes my mouth and batters me, ramming into me deep and shooting his cum into me. I go over the edge, falling off the highest cliff and into his deep and dark swirling vortex of an orgasm—so long, I wonder if it will go on for eternity and suck me into unending pleasure.

But a fresh breeze on my face and the scent of lavender and warm amber fills my senses, returning me to our world of dreams and nightmares.

Within seconds, I feel another cock, silky and ridged with cold piercings and slick with oil slowly and strongly pushing into my anus. I bite down hard on Nyxion's neck as his brother takes me from behind until both Gods are seated inside me.

Morpheus is longer, spearing so deep in my ass, he's rearranging my internal organs. But he's slow and seductive. Nyxion is thicker, massive, and far more brutal.

One great thing they share is their control, their commitment to my pleasure. And the symphony of our triune souls.

My body screams, one half protesting, wanting to eject them, but the other half wants them to punish me, fuck me harder. A burning ache smolders through me as they begin to thrust. Both men growl their approval as I moan through the pain but find their rhythm, moving with them and seeking the bliss I know will come.

Morpheus's slabbed chest rubs against my spine as they take me harder, fucking me, their hands wandering, never overlapping. If Nyxion clutches my breast, Morpheus swipes at my clit.

I clamp down, unraveling into a new orgasm like a lightning storm sizzling all my nerve endings.

"Fuck, you feel that?" Morpheus groans deeply, nipping my earlobe.

"I feel everything," retorts Nyxion, mirroring my thoughts, my feelings. They're all around me and inside me, overpowering me, overthrowing me.

Some part of me registers when Nyxion commands his brother to put my legs on his broad shoulders. I gasp when I'm in position, and the God of Nightmares transforms his face into his lich skull.

"We're going to rail her now,"—he declares, his eyes sucking me in—"and fuck her so hard, she'll beg for us to stop."

Morpheus chuckles deeply. "We won't stop."

"Mmm," I groan from him shifting his hips, thrusting higher, leveraging his power against his brother's.

They rail me. Pinned between them, I struggle and buck, but they have all the control. I rake my nails into Nyxion's shoulders, awed by their godly masculinity and power. I'm at their every mercy.

"You love being punished, don't you, little wonder?" Morpheus arrogantly coos in my ear.

Damn shadow devil.

"Love riding our huge cocks until you're crying and coming for us, our Queen of Dreams."

They pinch my nipples, then unite at my clit, rubbing and working the engorged nub until I'm climaxing again. Gasping and screeching through gritted teeth as they fuck me through it with their endless stamina.

Their cocks strike and pound me, driving into me again and again, but this time, they give me no rapture, no mercy. No matter how much I clench and reach down to swipe at my clit, no orgasm comes. But the pressure just keeps coming, so intense, it's ready to devour me.

It's inhuman. They are destroying me. Bit by bit, piece by piece, I'm coming apart and ready to erupt into something new.

"Come for us, our little killer wonder," Nyxion commands, his eyes deepening on mine.

With Morpheus's hands gripping my hips to bore into me deeper than ever, and Nyxion slamming into my pussy with abandon, they wreck me. The pressure explodes. I explode. the world shatters all around me, and I scream until the trees around me seem to weep.

When they jerk and ram me hardest, unleashing their release into me, another wave crashes, rocketing me into back-to-back climaxes that have me soaring so high, I can't even remember the feeling of gravity.