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Then he speaks in a low, steady voice, carefully reciting the vow we discovered:

“Elira, Purna of this coven, I open my heart and body to your magic, willingly, in trust and devotion. I offer myself as your vessel, to share your burdens and harness your power when you need me most. No chain binds me but love.”

Tears prick my eyes at the sincerity in his tone, illusions quivering around me like joyous sparks. My heart throbs.He’s truly giving himself over to me in a spiritual sense.I swallow, forcing calm, and recite my part:

“Vaelin, I receive your pledge, acknowledging your free will and your right to stand beside me in all I do. I bind my magic to you in trust and love, guiding its flow into your vessel, that we remain balanced and unbroken. I accept you as my partner, my vessel, my anchor.”

As the last words leave my lips, illusions flare, forming a radiant swirl of color that envelops our kneeling forms. I sense his presence intimately, a swirl of warmth and devotion that parallels my own heartbeat. The circle glows, candlelight turning golden as illusions fuse in a gentle explosion of synergy.

My entire being tingles, pulses of raw magic coursing between us. Vaelin’s breath catches, and I gasp in soft delight.Our vow is forging a deeper channel than before.He’s letting me pour illusions into him, test the boundaries of how far he can channel my power. For a fleeting instant, I fear it might overwhelm him, but his new form—neither Dark Elf nor gargoyle—absorbs it with surprising grace.

We exhale in unison, illusions stabilizing into a shimmering aurora around our bodies. The vow is complete. The hush in the room lingers, fragile as spun glass. Slowly, I open my eyes, meeting Vaelin’s gaze. He smiles, eyes bright with tears. “Elira,” he whispers, hand rising to cradle my cheek. “I feel… whole.”

I lean into his palm, illusions shining with affection. “Me too. Thank you.”

He lifts his other hand, illusions coiling around his fingertips in a playful swirl. “Seems your illusions like me better than ever.”

A laugh breaks from my throat, relief mingled with euphoria. “They’ve always liked you—maybe now they just show it more.”

We share a grin, the tension of the vow releasing into sweet intimacy. My illusions flicker, enticing. “Now,” I murmur, cheeks warming, “it’s custom that the vow be sealed physically. Typically, the witch might share a token or a moment of closeness?—”

Before I finish, Vaelin bends forward, pressing his lips to mine in a tender kiss that ripples with newly magnified magic. The moment his lips meet mine, the world dissolves into heat and light. His kiss is tender at first, a slow, searching press that quickly deepens as the magic between us surges—a live wire of connection that arcs straight to my core. I moan into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue slides against mine, possessive and sweet. The illusions around us burst into shimmering fractals, dancing along our skin like sparks, every brush of his fingers against my body sending fresh waves of pleasure through me.

He is mine. And I am his.

The vow thrums between us, an unbreakable tether, and when his hands slide down my arms, peeling away the last of my cloak, I shiver—not from cold, but from the sheer want that floods me at his touch. His palms are rough yet reverent, mapping my body with a hunger that makes my breath stutter. I reach for him in turn, fingers tracing the runes etched into his chest, feeling the pulse of his magic beneath my fingertips.

“It’s all for you,” he murmurs, voice thick with desire, and the words send a shudder through me. I answer by dragging my nails lightly down his torso, watching as his cock twitches beneath his trousers, already hard, already aching for me. My own need coils tight, my pussy clenching around nothing, slick and desperate.

We sink onto the cushions, our movements slow but charged, every touch magnified by the vow’s magic. His hands find the laces of my dress, tugging them loose with deliberate patience, his lips never leaving my skin—kissing, nipping, worshipping. When the fabric finally parts, his breath catches at the sight of me bare before him.

“Fuck, Elira,” he growls, and the raw need in his voice makes me arch against him. His fingers glide over my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they peak, tight and sensitive. I gasp, my hips rolling instinctively, seeking friction, seeking him. He doesn’t make me wait.

His mouth closes over one nipple, sucking hard, and I cry out as pleasure spears through me, sharp and sweet. His other hand slides down my stomach, fingers slipping between my thighs, and the first brush of his fingertips against my soaked folds has me trembling.

“So wet for me,” he rasps, and then his fingers are inside me, curling just right, stroking that perfect spot that makes my vision blur. My back bows off the cushions, my pussy clenching around his fingers as he works me with slow, relentless precision. The illusions around us flare brighter, mirroring the pleasure building inside me, a storm of color and light.

“Vaelin—please—” I beg, my voice breaking, and he doesn’t hesitate. He strips away the last of his clothes, his cock thick and heavy in his hand, the tip glistening. The sight of him—all hard muscle and raw power, his gaze burning with devotion and lust—sends a fresh wave of heat through me.

He settles between my thighs, his body covering mine, and when he finally pushes inside, we both groan at the sensation. He’s perfect, filling me so completely that for a moment, all I can do is cling to him, overwhelmed. He stills, letting me adjust, his forehead pressed to mine, our breaths mingling.

“You feel—” His voice is rough, wrecked. “Gods, Elira, you feel like home. Heaven.”

Then he moves, and the world narrows to the slick, hot slide of his cock inside me, the way our bodies fit together like they were made for this. Every thrust sends pleasure spiraling through me, deeper, deeper, until I’m gasping, my nails digging into his back.

“Vaelin!” I scream as he sets me on fire with ecstasy, every fiber of my being screams his name as he takes control of my pleasure.

The magic between us swells, a crescendo of light and sensation, binding us tighter with every ragged breath.

“Come with me,” he demands, his voice a growl against my lips, and I shatter. Pleasure rips through me, blinding and endless, my pussy clenching around him as I cry out his name.

“Yes! Vaelin! Yes, take all of me…” I scream and getting los in the sensation as my pussy creams. I lost it when he hits my sweet spot again, my cream gushing out of my like a river. “Oh… Oh…”

Vaelin grins, rubbing a finger fleetingly to the part where his cock and my pussy meet. His finger’s covered in my juices, and I watch him, mesmerized, as he takes that finger into his mouth.

“Oh… you taste like ambrosia,” he moans, closing his eyes as his cock piston faster inside me.

“Gods…” I gasp, feeling so sensitive and overwhelmed by him. Then, I feel another climax building up. “I’m coming, Vaelin… another one!” I close my eyes as I tremble and let out a soundless scream.