Epilogue

Florencia

T ime was meaningless.

The metal clink of shackles moving filled the dungeon, my shouts echoing against the walls as I struggled. Above all, in this moment, what I feared most was what preyed on me.

I yanked my chains one more time, testing their strength against my wrists, but they showed no sign of weakness. I closed my eyes at the first sound of his steps on the stone floor, my exhale stuttered out nervously.

"What do we have here?" a dark, sinister voice forced my eyes open.

I yanked the chain. "Let me go, you monster!" I violently threw my limbs as far as I could, only to be jolted back by my restraints.

"Now, now, little Haxia. I caught you fair and square." A low growl ripped its way from his throat. "I'm going to teach you to never step foot where you don't belong again."

I squirmed frantically, gripping at the wall, my hands searching for a loose stone, anything that could help me in this moment. A firm hand gripped my thigh, a sharp nail digging at my flesh with piercing pressure.

I flared my nostrils, bringing power back into my voice as I spoke. "Don't touch me with those claws!"

His grip only intensified, a second hand coming down as he spread my legs apart. "No more talking, Haxia."

I shook my head from side to side, my breath quickening from sheer mortal habit. His hands slid up, spreading me so wide, I had no option but to hold my chains to keep me upright. The monster didn't listen, didn't care; he was only after one thing.

My wings expanded on command at the feel of him invading between my legs, a reaction only elicited through fear or if my mate was around and dealing me pleasure. I was fully exposed now, naked and baring myself, giving this starving monster the full visual.

My mouth screamed no, but my hips bucked involuntarily at the feel of his fingers sliding between my folds. A chuckle fell from my captor's lips. The sinister sound filled the room, creating a symphony orchestrated from chains, screams, and my heavy breathing.

A shock ran up my spine as the sharp point of his claw grazed my clit, liquid heat pooling at my core unexpectedly. I bit the inside of my cheeks to mask my expression, liquid iron rolling over my tongue as I swallowed hard. Excitement curled in the pit of my stomach, and I bit down on the inside of my cheeks to keep my poker face strong.

This was too much. It was hard to keep myself from showing how much I wanted this, how desperate I was for it. The monster dipped his head lower, trailing his tongue over the bite mark scarred into my thighs, and then his lips were there, scorching and wet as he brought the swollen nub into his mouth.

I moaned in relief, all that built-up energy leaving my body at once. He growled between my tights, savoring me further, my legs trembling with pleasure, my arms burning from holding the restraints.

My power flowed out of my body like a current, tangling with the monster in one eternal rope of energy that kept this realm stable. I felt it in my core, our connection, the strength pulsing between us, driving me to a climax the faster he worked his tongue.

Camazotz's fingers carved my thighs, claws digging into my skin as he anchored me through my pleasure. "Zotz..." I called for him, shattering in his mouth.

My head dropped, my chest heaving for air I no longer needed but desired. Each time I surrendered control to Camazotz, I earned back a piece of myself, found a kind of trust I never dreamed I could have.

It took me a while to convince The King of Nightmares to mirror this dungeon after the one in the Crystal Castle. He couldn't understand why I would want shackles here until I told him my plans weren't for prisoners.

He unlocked the chains around my wrist, my arms falling to my side as I collapsed over him, my body spent from the orgasm.

I opened my eyes to him and smiled. "You like the chains now?"

There was no smile returned, his jaw set and his eyes hard. I lifted an eyebrow in confusion, but he simply growled one word.

Just one.

"Run."

My eyes widened at the command, and I sprinted without waiting for further instructions. I ran across the castle, fast on my feet even as I dodged The Silent around the kitchen, able to maintain my pace. I was still unclothed when the night sky rose above me, my feet reaching the castle gates as I found my way outside, my arousal slowly dripping down my thighs.

On instinct, my wings beat behind me, dust lifting into the air as I took flight. An eternity of orgasms was great, but this was when I really felt alive.

The wind was warm, the purple swirls of nightmares a cosmic sight as I flew through them, sending them high with the rest of the fabricated stars. I looked over my shoulder to find my husband catching up quickly.

He was more experienced than me, so I had to be clever, had to rely on my small size to win. I dove at once, aiming for the thickest part of the forest. I hovered over the ground, careful with every sharp turn.

Zotz was still close, his laugh so full of earnest joy, so contagious, it triggered mine.

My nightmare monster was happy these days. It was hard to believe he was the same broken god I once met in the canyons.

I was broken once too.

Now, we were complete.

"Mine now!" His voice broke through my thoughts, catching me off-guard.

Zotz wrapped his arm around my waist, the abrupt contact sending us both to the ground in a tumble. I laughed, happiness bubbling in my chest, an overwhelming satisfaction I couldn't pinpoint at being held by him.

He burrowed his hand in my hair, forcing my neck to tilt as I exposed it to him. A sharp pain came down on my earlobe, a drop of blood on his fangs letting me know we were playing his game now. He lifted his hand, anticipation building in my core as the warm breeze hit my exposed ass.

A slap cut through the silence of the forest.

"Oh God," I whimpered, the burning sensation warming me from the inside out.

I tried sitting, but he forced me back down, my knees on the ground, my hands gripping the mossy floor of the forest. With strong hands, he gripped my hips, tilting them up as he pressed behind me, letting me feel how hard both his cocks were.

His whisper was hot in my ear. "You're so dirty, little Haxia. On the ground, begging for me and my cocks. I'm going to fill you with my cum."

My response was a pathetic whimper, something needy as I pressed back into him.

He chuckled, feeding off how much I desired him. I waited for his fingers to slide their way between my folds, but he gave me no such satisfaction. The head of a cock pushed its way inside me, spreading me so deliciously that my mouth watered at the feel. He was slow, deliberately taking his time as he sheathed himself.

An animalistic noise fell from the depths of my chest, the need to climax building so fast that one stroke could unravel me. Camazotz thrust, and each time he pulled back, the word ‘more' found its way from my lips.

Finally, his fingers circled my clit, my arms giving out beneath me as he worked my juices everywhere. I turned my cheek to the dirt, watching the focus on his face as he drove me to ruin with so little effort.

"It's too much!" I cried out at the feel of two fingers stretching inside me, working through the slickness alongside his cock, a stretch so intense, it felt like another mark he'd leave on me.

This one on my soul.

My eyes rolled back into my head as a third finger made its way in. His hands were so big, his cock so thick—how could so much fit inside of me all at once?

"I want you full of me," he threatened. "So full, you don't know where you end and I start."

My response was breathy, hardly coherent. "I want that too." The promise shattered me, a quaking inside me as I ruptured from the next orgasm.

I wanted everything with him. All my firsts, all my beginnings. Time was meaningless in our territory, which meant we were eternal, forever chasing each other in this forest. Forever in love and in hate, laughter, wickedness.

He pulled his fingers out on his next thrust, a sigh of relief escaping me, only to be replaced by the disappointment of feeling empty. The hand he worked inside my pussy, he brought to my lips.

"Don't you taste delicious, my dreamer?"

Wrapping my lips around his fingers, I hummed in agreement. I did taste amazing when he made me come like that. His hand went to my shoulder, holding me in place as I felt the base of his tail pressing against my ass.

"Oh God, Zotz..."

"Are you ready for more?" he teased, pulling out abruptly, squeezing the base of his cock as thick ropes of cum fell perfectly over the tip of his tail.

I wet my bottom lip in anticipation, waiting for the stretch. My hands gripped the grass beneath, my nails digging into the dirt when he pushed his tail inside my ass.

"Breathe through it," he reminded me, knowing that though I didn't need it anymore, human habits could still make things easier.

Half an inch at a time, his tail stretched me, a fullness that drove me to the brink of madness, my moans of pleasure beating against the trees around us. I reached between my legs, working my clit slowly, distracting from the burn and building pleasure as he pressed in. With every grunt, he angled his hips, never stopping until the base of the tail was fully inside me.

Sweat dripped down my forehead, my mouth dry, goosebumps all over my flesh. Soft kisses trailed down my neck, the sharp edge of his claw grazing my throat as I adjusted to his tail in my ass.

"Okay," I gasped with a nod.

The same hard, wet cock pushed into me again, a guttural moan rasping through my lips as he drove his hips forward. Grass loosened under my fingers, my sweat dripping below me, new flowers growing under each drop.

"Don't move," I urged him, so full and stuffed with him that I thought I'd tear in half, and yet when he whispered, "More?" in my ear, I said yes.

I was a goddess.

If he split me in half, he'd just as easily put me back together again.

He hissed in approval, his pleasure fueling mine. His tail moved just slightly, rotating and reminding me that my husband was inside me in every way imaginable. The second cock twitched needily at the apex of my thighs, rubbing back and forth with each thrust of his hips.

My mouth fell open. I was so full of him. I couldn't move, couldn't think.

"Breathe, little Haxia. Trust that I'm going to make you feel good."

That was the easiest part. The head of his second cock pushed inside me, stretching my walls beyond what should have been humanly possible. I screeched as my mate crammed me tight.

Once the head of his second cock had fully settled inside me, he moved in slow, aching pushes as he worked to bury himself inside me fully. "Let go, my queen."

His command was a waking force, one hand finding its way to the back of my head and the other still holding my hip as he drove me into the dirt. Slowly, his thrusts brought me to a new place, my shoulders relaxed as I remembered who held me. I was completely his, just a doll for his use. He couldn't go as deep as he usually went using both his cocks, but I was so full of him, it didn't matter.

Camazotz lowered his body against mine, and I felt the dampness of his skin over my chest, his perfect scent bringing tears to my eyes.

My fingers worked my clit faster, his tail and cocks rubbing back and forth against each other inside me in a way my brain couldn't compute. His cocks swelled to an impossible girth, a whimper slipping from me with the next thrust, letting me know we'd be reaching the end together.

"I'm going to be dripping from you for days after this," he whispered, biting my earlobe.

I felt my climax coming, wild horses galloping in my chest, the hot curl of desire undoing me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood when he grunted, joining me in our undoing.

My mouth opened in a silent scream, Zotz kissing my neck as I came down, murmuring promises as he did.

I'll always love you.

My perfect Haxia.

Nothing is more precious than you.

The smile filled my face as he slowly pulled himself out of me. A second later, he brought me to his chest, turning us around until he was resting on the leafy ground and my head was on his chest.

"You, my nightmare queen, are exquisite."

"You always say this when you come." I giggled, never tiring of how someone so hard, so sharp, could become so soft just as easily.

He took my chin between his fingers and turned my face to his. "I say it because it's true."

I lost myself in his eyes, filling my heart with a lifetime of peace and pleasant thoughts even I could not corrupt. He kissed me slowly, his thumb opening my mouth to his, his tongue tangling with mine.

"I have a surprise for you," he whispered between kisses.

I raised an eyebrow, worried he might try to put three things in one hole next. "Do you?"

Instead of replying, he jumped into his feet and yanked me to mine. Soon, we were floating through the forest, into a hidden area I had yet to discover. It was a lagoon inside what looked like a cavern, the water so dark, so clear, it was a perfect obsidian mirror.

He looked nervous, so much so that I couldn't help but laugh. "I had to work out a few kinks, but I got it."

I gasped when he pulled me deeper, a black gown flowing down to my feet covering my body with the snap of his fingers.

"This place is where the two parts of me would meet."

"Elio," I whispered.

He frowned. "It doesn't feel right calling him Elio."

"Because it's still you." I waved his worries away, the burden in his mind that tried to tell him he was neither one or the other or both.

It didn't matter. I loved all parts of him regardless of how they were shaped. I would have loved them just the same had they never combined.

Zotz took my hand, bringing me into the water, my skirt floating behind me until we reached the middle.

"Think of your sisters." He kissed my temple.

My smile fell. I missed them terribly; it was hard thinking about them without crying.

"Trust me." He squeezed my hand once again, and I took a deep breath.

I closed my eyes and thought about our home. I said their names in my mind, the tears gathering in my eyes, and I knew once I blinked them open, they would drop.

Zotz's thumbs caressed my skin, and warmth spread from my chest to every cell of my body.

"Keep your eyes closed," he whispered.

I followed his instructions, keeping my eyes closed even as we started walking again. I felt the temperature change around me, a smell that was too familiar in my nose.

"Open," Zotz said.

We were standing right in the middle of my living room.

"Oh God," I gasped, bringing my hand to my mouth.

"The obsidian pond is a portal," he explained, squeezing my hand tighter. "I no longer wish to see you hurt for your sisters. Now, you can always see them."

"Zotz!" I jumped into his arms, the tears streaming down my cheeks wildly.

That's when I heard Marnie's voice. My little sister.

"Flo?"

I stepped away from Zotz and looked around. My youngest sister was standing there, as beautiful as I remembered. Her cheeks were flushed red, her eyes sparking with tears just like mine.

I ran to Marnie and we hugged, the smell of her perfume so familiar and comforting, I could only hold her tighter.

Words failed me. This was once home, even if it wasn't anymore. There was a place in my heart that would always belong to the Morales coven. Even if I was fully a Haxia now, the sisterhood ran deeper than a spell.

It wasn't the coven that made us strong. It wasn't our last name. Our powers were tangled with the raw powers of the other realms. As mine belonged to the nightmares, my sisters too were more than a witch could be. I felt it in my soul.

And one by one, we were finally discovering what we were fated to be.