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She holds me there, legs clenching around my head, back arching as her pleasure rips through her. I stay with her, licking, sucking, drinking in everything she gives me. Finally, her body relaxes, her grip loosening in my hair, her tentacles slowly unwinding from my wrists and waist. I pull back, panting, my lips wet, my chin slick with her.

She looks wrecked.

Completely fucking ruined.

Her icy eyes are half-lidded, hazy, and sparling with satisfaction. She lifts her hand, grips my jaw, tilting my face up so she can see me properly. And then she smirks.

“You know, Dragon Queen,” she exhales, lazy and pleased. “You really are good at that.”

I grin against her thigh, licking my lips. “I learn fast.”

She hums, amused, smug. Her fingers tighten on my jaw, dragging me up, pressing her mouth to mine. She licks the taste of herself off my lips, moaning softly, as if she’s already thinking of the next time, of how she will break me apart again and again. Her grip on my hair doesn’t loosen.

She pulls back just enough to whisper, low and teasing, “You’re mine.”

The words settle deep inside me, sinking like an anchor, like the tide pulling me under. I smile, slow and knowing.

"And you are mine, siren."

Vaela grins.

Then, she pushes me back down.

And I obey.

In the days that follow, our worlds begin to knit themselves together.

The sea does not ever retreat. The tide stretches further into Varellith, and the forest does not resist the ocean’s touch—it welcomes it. Roots drink from the salt, branches stretch toward the shore, the rivers carve new paths that lead into the tide.

What was once separate now thrives as one. The our realms are whole.

The creatures of the deep walk among the creatures of the wood. The sirens sing in the rivers, the Sentinels of stone stand where the waves meet the trees. And at the heart of it all, at the throne where two realms become one, Vaela sits.

I stand beside her, watching, waiting.

Because even I know, while we may have won this war. This will not be the last time our kind sees bloodshed at the hand of humans.

Their greed, their thirst for vengeance is too great. It’s only matter of time before Aldric’s young princess seeks to destroy those who took her father from her, and when she does, we will be ready.

My sea witch, and I.