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“Until our souls dissolve to dust,” he vowed. “I will have you, my little witch. My sweet, beloved mortal.”

“Not so mortal anymore,” she whispered.

She stroked his horns, his skull mark, his pointed fangs. Things she had been so scared of at the beginning, convinced he would devour her whole.

He still planned to. Just not in the way she feared.

He was about to pull her into another kiss when light streamed past Ruby’s head. Slate squinted, temporarily convinced that she was ascending to a second godhood.

Ruby twisted. Orange light streaked over her raven hair, making it glow.

“It’s morning,” she gasped.

Slate craned his head. Dawn was rising in his void for the first time in an age.

Ruby turned back to him, grinning. Her hand grazed his loincloth, dipping under the dark fabric.

“How long until that ward needs renewing?” she asked.

Slate groaned as she touched his tender knot.

“A long time,” he told her and rolled over to press her into the dirt. “But we can practice.”

Eighty Years Later

Slate woke as he often did.

With his wife’s mouth around his cock.

Slate growled, his hand sliding into Ruby’s long, soft hair. She was lying beside him in their nest, her hips grinding into the layers of furs lining the castle walls.

“My little witch,” Slate rumbled. He stroked her scalp fondly. Her mouth was stretched unnaturally wide around him, her throat bulging around his shaft.

Slate lay a finger on her neck, feeling his cock twitch inside her when she swallowed. Ruby made sure to take full, frequent advantage of the enchantment Slate had sought out all those years ago to allow her body to adapt to his impossible girth. There was rarely a day that passed where she did not take his cock in some way.

Slate’s head fell back against the nest, morning light streaming through the castle window. Time had been mirroring the mortal realm for many years now to Ruby’s continued delight.

Slate brushed the hair out of her face. He did not care about the passage of time the same way his wife did, but he did enjoy seeing her bare form in the sunlight.

“You feel perfect,” he told her, watching her mouth bob up and down on his cock. “Will I come down your throat? Or is there another hole you want me to fill?”

Ruby pulled off, her mouth red and puffy. For a moment, she did nothing but pant, and Slate brushed a claw over her cheek, marveling at her beauty. She had changed slightly since he first met her, but only what she allowed: wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, lines of grey in her hair. She was thinking about letting the grey take over more. Slate didn’t mind. She could look as old as she wanted, as long as her god powers kept her young inside.

Ruby pressed a kiss to the end of his cock. “You decide today, my love.”

Slate rumbled contentedly and sat up, throwing her down onto the nest.

Ruby beamed up at him, her dark eyes glowing with excitement. Still just as eager as she was the first time that she took all of him.

Slate surged down and kissed her so long and deep he left dents on her cheek when he pulled back. Ruby could make herself invulnerable if she wanted, or at least enough to not worry about his skull mask leaving marks. But she preferred not to.

I like it when you mark me,she said to him often. Usually when he was kissing those marks away or laving his tongue over them until they faded.

He pressed inside her slowly. He still loved feeling her stretch around him, her walls fluttering as her insides moved to accommodate him.

She placed her hands on her stomach, waiting. “Gods. Come on, do it.”

“Patience,” he told her. He forced himself to hold back, to keep his hips slow and careful until his knot brushed her entrance.