Page 106 of Queen of Carrion

He began to shift beneath me, his broad form shrinking as he took on his human form with his cock still sheathed inside me. The silver charms on his antlers clinked together as he canted his head to meet my gaze.

“I’d move the stars for you if you asked it of me, Rayven.”

Gods, I loved this monster. I loved him to the point of pain. He was darkness, he was death, and he was mine.

He gripped my chin, searching my eyes with a flicker of concern in his own. “After everything that’s happened…I want to know if you're okay.”

I considered his question for a moment before answering. “If I wasn’t fine, what would you do about it?”

“Hmm. Everything I’m capable of, and I’m capable of a great deal. Teach you magic. You can peruse the Soul Library as much as you’d like. You can visit your father’s book or any others you wish to see. I’ll show you every inch of your new realms, allow you to do whatever you wish with them. Build your perfect sanctuary or burn them to the ground for all I care. Whatever your heart desires.”

“What else?” I tipped my face to his, a seductive smile cresting my lips. “If none of that works?”

“I’ll fuck every torment from your mind and fill you so full of me that there won’t be anything else. I’ll fuck you so thoroughly, all that will be left is you and me, Rayven.”

You and me.

A grave robber and the lord of death and bones. Who would have thought?

“I guess that doesn’t sound too bad,” I mused with a grin, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. “I can spend an eternity or so as your queen.”

He laced his fingers with mine, bringing them up to brush his lips across the backs of my knuckles.

“And somehow, an eternity doesn’t feel long enough. No matter how much time passes, you’ll always be my little thief, my human, my Queen of Carrion.”

The End