25. Rhea

25

RHEA

T hree months have passed since we ended our reign of terror over the dark elves and performed the ancient Vrakken ritual. The dimly lit chamber of our new sanctuary is a stark contrast to the chaos we've left behind. Valen, my Valen, kneels before me. His scars tell a tale of a past filled with sorrow and pain, but tonight, he is not that warrior. He is mine, bound to me not just by love, but by the ritual that has made him my willing slave.

I step toward him, each footfall a whisper against the stone floor. My heart races, not with fear or uncertainty, but with a newfound power that thrums in my veins. I am no longer a powerless slave. I am a Vrakken queen.

Valen's gaze is lowered in submission, his broad shoulders heaving with restrained desire. I lift his chin with a single finger, and his crimson eyes meet mine, filled with a hunger that matches my own.

"Look at you," I say. "So strong, yet here you are, at my mercy."

"Always, my queen," he replies, his voice resonant and low. "I am yours to command."

I undress slowly, letting the fabric of my garments fall to the floor. The cool air kisses my skin, and I revel in the freedom of my transformed body. Valen's gaze lingers on me, his eyes drinking in the sight of my naked form, but he remains still, as disciplined as ever.

I step closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. My fingers brush against his moist lips, and I see the muscles in his jaw clench, fighting the urge to take control.

"You desire me," I state.

"With every fiber of my being," he admits, his voice strained.

I lean in, my lips hovering just above his ear. "And yet, you wait for my command," I say in a sultry whisper.

"Yes, my queen," he says, his voice a deep growl that sends a shiver down my spine.

The power I hold over him is exhilarating, a heady rush that intoxicates me. I can feel the wetness between my thighs, a testament to my arousal. I glance down and see the bulge in his trousers, evidence of his own desire.

I walk behind him, my fingertips trailing along the back of his neck, feeling the tremor that runs through him at my touch. "You are mine, Valen," I say, my voice steady and commanding. "Mine to pleasure, mine to command."

My hands explore the expanse of his back, feeling the muscles beneath his shirt. I lean down, my breath hot against his ear. "Stand," I command.

He rises to his full height. I move to face him once more, my hands reaching for the lacing of his trousers. I lock eyes with him as I undress him.

His large cock stands erect, and I wrap my hand around it, feeling its heat and hardness. He sucks in a sharp breath, his body tensing under my touch. I stroke him slowly, my grip firm, and I watch as his eyes flutter closed, a low moan escaping his lips.

"Open your eyes," I order, and his gaze snaps back to mine, dark with need. "I want you to watch me."

I drop to my knees before him, my hand still working his length. I look up at him, holding his gaze as I take him into my mouth. His hips buck forward, and he lets out a low groan, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

I pleasure him with my mouth and hands, relishing the taste and feel of him. I can sense his struggle, the primal urge to take control warring with his desire to obey my commands. But he remains still, his body trembling with the effort it takes to submit to me.

I increase my pace, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock with each stroke. I can feel him growing even harder, his pleasure building toward its inevitable peak.

"Rhea," he gasps, his voice ragged with need. "I'm close."

I release him from my mouth, and I rise from my knees, a wicked smile playing on my lips as I watch his chest heave with each ragged breath. His eyes are filled with a hunger that mirrors my own.

"Get on the ground," I command, my voice steady and authoritative. He obeys, his movements deliberate and controlled as he lowers himself onto the cool stone floor. I can see the struggle in his eyes, the fight against his own nature to take control, but he is bound by his vow to serve me, to obey my every whim.

I reach for the silken cords that I've kept for just this occasion. With deft fingers, I secure his wrists above his head, ensuring that he's at my total mercy. "You are mine," I whisper, my breath hot against his ear as I straddle his chest.

"Completely yours, my queen," he replies.

I position myself above his face and lower myself onto his waiting mouth.

His tongue darts out, tasting me, teasing me, and I cannot suppress the moan that escapes my lips. He is ravenous, his mouth working tirelessly to bring me pleasure, each flick of his tongue sending waves of ecstasy coursing through my body.

My hands move to my breasts, my fingers teasing my nipples into hard peaks as I ride his face. I can feel my climax building, a storm of sensation that threatens to overwhelm me. "Don't stop," I gasp. "I'm so close."

He doubles his efforts, his tongue circling my clit with unerring precision. The pleasure is almost too much to bear, and I throw my head back with a cry as my orgasm crashes over me, wave after wave of sheer ecstasy that leaves me trembling.

I collapse beside him, my breath coming in short, panting gasps. But I am not done with him yet. "Lap up every drop," I order, and he obeys, his tongue darting out to lick up the evidence of my pleasure from his lips and chin.

Finally, I release him from his bonds and lead him to our bed, pushing him down onto the soft furs. He watches me with hooded eyes, his body coiled like a spring. I straddle him, positioning myself above his large, throbbing cock.

I lower myself onto him, taking him inside me inch by glorious inch. We both moan as our bodies join, a perfect union of power and submission. I begin to ride him, setting a slow, deliberate pace at first, my hands planted firmly on his chest for leverage.

His hands instinctively grip my hips, but he does not take control. He is under my command.

My body soon moves of its own accord, riding him with an urgency that borders on desperation. I want to feel him deeper, to merge our bodies as completely as our souls are entwined.

"Grab my breasts," I command, my voice a sultry whisper. "Hard. Pinch my nipples."

Valen's hands move to obey, his fingers deftly teasing my sensitive peaks. The sensation is exquisite, a mix of pleasure and pain that sends jolts of electricity straight to my core. I arch my back, as I continue to ride him with wild abandon.

"Yes," I moan, my eyes closing as I lose myself in the sensations. "Just like that."

I can feel my climax building, a tide of pleasure that threatens to sweep me away.

I suddenly reach behind me shamelessly and cup his balls, my fingers gently massaging the sensitive skin. A surprised grunt escapes his lips. But the sensation seems to spur him on, his hips thrusting upward with renewed vigor, each stroke of his large cock driving me closer to the edge.

"Rhea," he groans, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. "I can't... I'm close."

"Not yet," I say, my voice firm despite the waves of pleasure coursing through my body. "I want you to come with me."

I increase my pace, my body moving with a primal rhythm that feels as natural as breathing. Valen's fingers dig into my hips, his own rhythm faltering as he fights to maintain control.

"Now, Valen!" I cry out, my body shattering into a thousand pieces as my orgasm crashes over me. "Come for me!"

With a loud, guttural groan, Valen obeys my command. He pulls out of me just in time, his hot seed spurting onto my chest in thick, ropy strands. The sight of it, coupled with the sensation of his warm come on my skin, sends aftershocks of pleasure rippling through my body. I look down at the evidence of his release, a wicked smile curving my lips.

As our breathing slows and our hearts return to a steady rhythm, I collapse onto the bed beside him, spent and sated.

And in that moment, I know that we are truly reborn. Together, we have found redemption, love, and a future that is ours to shape.

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