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My shivers wracked my body. Violent, teeth-clacking chills.

I scoffed.

Reunite soul with body.

My stomach heaved, and I turned on my side, and thick, inky clouds spilled from my mouth like some horror flick. Once on my knees, I vomited out more black wisps, hacking and struggling to breathe.

The soul gathered an arm’s length from me, dancing in place like it was laughing at my misfortune.

“Even his soul is cruel,” I muttered, staggering to my feet. “Take me to him.”

It pulsed and disappeared. I turned in a circle until I caught sight of a tendril clinging to the side of the wall and followed it. This entire time, it had been his soul haunting me while he lay unconscious.

I hurried after it, passing the archway and the torches that were still lit with a low glow, nothing close to the flames they’d had before. I rounded into his bedroom.

He lay on the intricate, carved bed, his body prostrate.

The Soul prodded me forward, and it was the nudge I needed to run to him. I climbed up the edge of the bed until I perched over him to clasp his face. His head was heavy, which I was surehad to do with the ram horns. I slid my fingertips along the side of his face where his feathers gathered. They were as soft as I’d remembered.

I sniffled and looked up at The Soul.

“Returning you to him will wake him?”

They pulsated and shoved me at him. I licked my lips nervously. He lay nude, with his clawed hands across his stomach, deep in slumber. But I wasn’t fooled, his mind must be pained. The harsh breathing told me everything I needed to know.

His cock lay limp against his stomach, and even then, it was large.

I licked my lips and peeked up at the shadows. A tendril stretched outward and curled around my wrist, guiding me to the length.

Even though no one watched me, I couldn’t help but feel like I was doing something wrong. I gripped him, and with only a single squeeze, the shaft stirred.

The shadows were part of him, and I was the vessel to help his soul return to him.

“You have permission to kill me if this crosses some line.” The Soul squeezed my wrist. The shaft was semi-hard in my hand, and I lowered to wrap my lips around the tip. Liquid beaded, and with a quick swipe, I collected it with my tongue.

It thickened and stretched in my hand, and I slipped my grip lower until I touched his thicker base. I could feel the slightest nodules. This was what expanded barbs into me when he came, hooking him inside my sex.

The Soul jerked my wrist again, almost angrily.

“I’m going.” I quickly shucked my pants and climbed over him, throwing my leg to straddle him. Another bead of liquid gathered at his tip. I sat back, studying the length. The ridges seemed to pulse, and moisture trickled down the side of his cock.

The Soul slid up my neck and gently caressed, like it was petting me. I lifted onto my knees and gripped his cock, poising myself over him. His face was slack, chin tipped away from me, allowing me a view of his profile. Lean, slim, and oddly, supernaturally beautiful.

I lowered until he pressed against my core. The shaft pulsated in my hand, and I dragged the tip along the slit of my sex, slicking his precum across my clit. Each graze flared my lust even higher. I fed him inside me, taking it terribly slowly. His facial features didn’t twitch.

This entire encounter was turning me on. I’d ached for him for so long, craving not only him, but his body. I’d become used to him, and the idea of taking another lover didn’t sit well. I felt like I was betraying him.

I slid down his hard shaft. The ridges rubbed against the walls of my channel, and I lowered until he filled me to the brim. Corvus grunted, the sound mixed with pain and pleasure. A tendril crept up my neck and wound around my throat, the cool sensation settling against my skin. He filled my sex, so large that I could feel him deep in my belly.

“Corvus,” I moaned, hiking up on my knees to glide back down, savoring every inch of his cock. Pleasure licked up my spine, and I ground down until my sex settled flush against his pelvis. I ran my fingers along the tufts of feathers above his cock and caressed the silkiness.

My channel clasped him, and with every movement, I could hear how wet I was. The Soul slid up my neck and pressed against my lips. They parted with a groan, and the coolness slipping down my throat inflamed my desire.

Always mine, it whispered in my head. Then, with a sudden yank in my belly, it pulsed me over the edge. I cried out with soft pants, so deeply enveloped by his presence and vibratingenergy. The hair on my arms lifted, and weakness dropped my shoulders.

Slowly, the shadows wrapped around his wrists and wound upward, curving around his torso. An opalescent glowing energy pulsed, interwoven within the darkness. I couldn’t stop bouncing on his reactive cock, chasing another orgasm.

The Soul crawled upward until it found its way to his mouth. It slipped through his lips.