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Story: Taken By the Leviathan King
He follows me moments later, his body tensing as he finds his own release, his roar of satisfaction echoing through the water. We collapse together, our bodies slick with sweat and the remnants of our passion, our hearts pounding in unison.
In the aftermath, we lie entwined on the sleeping platform, my fingers combing through his damp hair as he purrs contentedly against my chest. The sound vibrates through me, soothing and intimate. Through our bond, I feel his love and devotion, a constant presence that wraps around me like a protective embrace.
“I never thought I’d end up here,” I murmur, watching the patterns of light dance across his skin. “When they sent us to Sanos, I expected to negotiate a treaty, secure resources, and return to the Legacy. Simple mission parameters.”
His chuckle rumbles against me. “And instead, you found yourself claimed by a Leviathan king.”
“Claimed?” I raise an eyebrow, tugging lightly on his hair. “I think you’ll find it was mutual.”
His expression softens as he looks up at me, silver eyes reflecting the glow around us. “It was. From the moment you stood before me, unafraid despite being in my power. You claimed me then, though neither of us knew it.”
The memory brings a smile to my lips—how far we’ve come from those first confrontational meetings, from my fierce resistance and his arrogant presumption.
“We still have so much to do,” I say, thinking of the challenges ahead. The integration of our species, the continued healing of the Abyss after Rynor’s corruption.
“And we will face it together,” he promises, his large hand splaying possessively across my hip. “As we have faced everything else.”
Through our bond, I feel his absolute certainty, his unwavering commitment. It wraps around me like a protective embrace, stronger than any physical shelter.
In this moment of perfect peace, suspended between worlds in our private sanctuary, I allow myself to fully embrace the future we’re building—not just for ourselves, but for both our peoples. A future born from unlikely circumstances, forged in conflict and sealed in love.
The Leviathan king and his human queen. A story no one could have predicted, least of all me.
But as Krak’zol’s tail tightens possessively around my ankle and his purr deepens with contentment, I know with absolute certainty that I wouldn’t change a single moment of our journey.
This is where I belong. At his side, between worlds, creating something entirely new from the ashes of what came before.
Home.
In the aftermath, we lie entwined on the sleeping platform, my fingers combing through his damp hair as he purrs contentedly against my chest. The sound vibrates through me, soothing and intimate. Through our bond, I feel his love and devotion, a constant presence that wraps around me like a protective embrace.
“I never thought I’d end up here,” I murmur, watching the patterns of light dance across his skin. “When they sent us to Sanos, I expected to negotiate a treaty, secure resources, and return to the Legacy. Simple mission parameters.”
His chuckle rumbles against me. “And instead, you found yourself claimed by a Leviathan king.”
“Claimed?” I raise an eyebrow, tugging lightly on his hair. “I think you’ll find it was mutual.”
His expression softens as he looks up at me, silver eyes reflecting the glow around us. “It was. From the moment you stood before me, unafraid despite being in my power. You claimed me then, though neither of us knew it.”
The memory brings a smile to my lips—how far we’ve come from those first confrontational meetings, from my fierce resistance and his arrogant presumption.
“We still have so much to do,” I say, thinking of the challenges ahead. The integration of our species, the continued healing of the Abyss after Rynor’s corruption.
“And we will face it together,” he promises, his large hand splaying possessively across my hip. “As we have faced everything else.”
Through our bond, I feel his absolute certainty, his unwavering commitment. It wraps around me like a protective embrace, stronger than any physical shelter.
In this moment of perfect peace, suspended between worlds in our private sanctuary, I allow myself to fully embrace the future we’re building—not just for ourselves, but for both our peoples. A future born from unlikely circumstances, forged in conflict and sealed in love.
The Leviathan king and his human queen. A story no one could have predicted, least of all me.
But as Krak’zol’s tail tightens possessively around my ankle and his purr deepens with contentment, I know with absolute certainty that I wouldn’t change a single moment of our journey.
This is where I belong. At his side, between worlds, creating something entirely new from the ashes of what came before.
Home.