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Then migrated.

That’s right, not content with stuffing me and stretching me, he’s also added an extra little something to send me over the edge. “It’s like two cocks, but one’s round and tiny,” I gasp.

“I could easily make two. Three. However many you wanted,” he laughs. “And it won’t feel little for long. Are you sure you want me to come in you? Fill you?” His voice is dark and cloudy now, and his hands dig into my breasts to keep me seated on him.

“Oh, God. Yes, I want that. I love how you’re filling me,” I whimper.

“Good.”

The little bulge that’s wedged in my entrance starts to grow. Pushing my walls out and his cock in deeper, until I feel him more than bottom out; he rubs against my cervix, but like magic, Reggie’s crown softens to cradle it while the rest of him stays rock hard. “You literally have a magical cock,” I say, letting myself go limp in ecstasy.

“And you must have a magical pussy, taking so much, taking my knot. Do you like that, my love?”

Do I like feeling like I’m about to blackout from pleasure and not worrying about a damn thing? Yes. “I love it. Love you.”

I push one of Reggie’s hands down to work between my legs while I cup my breasts, teasing and tugging the nipples while my pleasure finally peaks.

I don’t know quite what happened. I guess when your pussy and heart are so full, your lungs have to keep up. All I know is that reindeer on the other side of Greenland probably heard me scream as Reggie hammered into me, tugging me wider and fucking me deeper on every jackhammer stroke—and then burst inside of me while I was a shaking, blurry-eyed mess.

“Oh. Oh, my God.” I come back to earth with a dizzy spiral, Reggie’s head slumped against my shoulder.

“I can’t move. I moved after I was shot seventeen times in Warsaw,” he gasps.

“Can’t move, either. Never been shot. Never will be, thanks to you.”

He chuckles.

I giggle.

And then we’re laughing, and flailing, and falling in the water, still glued together, and I think... I think that this is the best possible outcome for my life. I never expected to be the golem’s bride, or for this ancient monstrous protector to be my soulmate, but I could not be any happier or more in love.

“Happy?” I venture.

“I did not know the meaning of joy until you.”

“Aww. Baby, you’re going to melt me into a puddle.”

“I like it when you’re soft and puddle-y,” he chuckles, then helps me lean back against him, and we sigh.

The sun shines on snow that won’t melt, and we can see it from where we sit, surrounded by simple luxury at the icy edge of the world.

“Happy?” It’s his turn to ask. “You aren’t missing Pine Ridge, or even a land where the nearest neighbor is within ten miles?”

“I’m not missing anything. I have everything I want right here,” I look back up at Reggie, who presses a sleepy, satiated kiss to my forehead. “I’ll be happy anywhere, as long as I’m with you.”