Page 82 of Eboenia
We crossed a floating bridge that glowed with blue runes, and soon the city’s towers gave way to the emerald wild. The forest in War’s realm was unlike anything I’d ever seen—treeswith silver bark and leaves that beamed faintly, radiant flowers, and winding paths that seemed to rearrange themselves beneath our feet. The air was so clean it made my lungs ache with joy.
Fairies darted through, sprinkling dust over the flowers. The fairy who I saw wings get broken approached—a baby-faced beauty in a pink wrap, her coily hair tangled with shimmering dust.
“I heard about your fight with Hoax and I just want to say I admire you. War said this forest is in honor of you and we love it here, so we named it Eboenia’s Fairyland,” she said.
“Y’all really didn’t have to,” I replied, voice trembling.
She looked down, clutching her wrist. “I was twelve when Hoax… killed my parents and snatched me from my bed. It is the right thing to do after what you did for us. Please take this,” she said, pressing a handmade beaded bangle into my palm.
I hugged her, a silent embrace. “I’ll never take it off,” I promised.
She pulled away. “I don’t want to hold you two up,” she said, then turned to War. “Mr. Azarion, can you tell Crash Out we’re having a wine party later and he should come?”
“It’s War, Bloom. I’m not that old,” he replied.
“I heard you were,” she teased, darting away.
War scowled. “I don’t know what I was thinking bringing them here.”
I slid the bangle onto my wrist, the charms dangled like wind chimes. “You were thinking about me.”
I grabbed his hand and we walked through rose bushes, passing children sucking nectar from flowers. The deeper we went, the more alive I felt—the forest pulsed with War’s magic, sunlight and heat in my veins.
“This is nice for a family,” I said as we ventured further out, letting the nature revive me, my body no longer sluggish. The atmosphere was slowly bringing me back to life.
We wandered off the path, the forest growing denser but never dark. Instead, it glowed—every leaf and blade of grass seemed to hum with life. I could feel War’s magic pouring through the greenery.
“This whole place… it’s beautiful. It’s insane how I can feel your magic, even though it isn’t dark this time,” I told War.
I touched the trunk of a tree that thrummed with his power. “It feels alive. Like you.”
War grinned, stepping closer. He smelled of smoke and wildflowers, a little tipsy from the feast. He pressed me against the tree, his hands sliding down my sides. His lips brushed my ear. “Let me take care of you, Eboenia. I want to taste you.”
He touched my cloak and it turned to ash, swept away by the wind. He kneeled while spreading my legs. His tongue found my clit and he devoured me—no teasing, no mercy. He sucked and licked, tongue flicking and circling, rough and insistent. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me wide open.
“Fuck, War—” I gasped, grinding against his face, desperate for more.
He groaned, the sound vibrating through my core, his tongue plunging deep, then back up to my clit. My hips jerked, myhands tangled in his locs, nails scraping his scalp as he ate me like he’d been starved for years.
“Let that honey drip on my tongue. What the fuck I tell you about acting too scared to come?” he growled.
My body trembled, every nerve on fire. He sucked my clit, hard, then dragged his tongue down and fucked me with it, over and over, until I was shaking, my thighs clamped around his head. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow, just kept feasting, his eyes locked on mine, daring me to hold back.
“War, I’m—” I tried, but he just sucked harder, tongue fucking me until I shattered, crying out as my orgasm ripped through me, wetness pouring down my legs and onto his face.
He licked me clean, slow and thorough, then rose and kissed me, letting me taste myself on his lips.
He wrapped me in his arms. “One day, your belly will be swollen with my child. You’re mine, Eboenia. Always. Never forget that shit—I need you more than I ever thought possible,” he whispered in my ear.
The forest glowed around us, welcoming us to a new beginning—a never-ending fairytale of dark love, written just for us.