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Chapter 41

“No matter where you are, you will always be under my shadow.”

ZENYA

“Painkiller” by Three Days Grace

“Imaginary” by Evanescence

I t feels like a cool breath, a whisper of darkness rushing down my spine, followed by a deep needle-like pain. Like some cruel form of worship. Violence and beauty.

The extreme contrast is the liquid fire in my center from Nyxion’s masterful tongue. He’s taken on his god form once more, his intent to use his lips.

I clench my eyes and my inner muscles, working harder than ever to hold the orgasm back. Swallowing hard, I focus on the frost patterning the naked tree branches like veins of silver.

Morpheus traces intricate patterns along the right side of my body, each movement filled with meaning. The shadows curl and twist, forming beautiful, sinuous whorls that caress my skin, front and back.

Oh, gods, I don’t know if I can hold on. Nyxion’s tongue circles my clit while he injects one bony finger inside me. My inner muscles squeeze around that finger, desperate to keep him there. Just as those muscles start to flutter, he gives my swollen clit a sharp pinch, taking me away from that peak. It’s sensual torture, but I’m grateful for his pain to prevent the punishment. I’m certain he will have his own brand of torment.

The shadows are alive, wrapping around my form, intimate and familiar. They weave over my shoulder, down my arm, and across my chest, spiraling around my waist and hips, creating a tapestry of darkness upon my moonlit skin.

A long, slow stroke of Nyxion’s tongue has me shuddering, causing the collar to wither my air when I move too much. The tightness and breath thinning help with the hot waves of desire rippling between my thighs.

Morpheus’s touch is tender and firm, tantalizing me almost as much as Nyxion. The markings bear his essence, these exquisite shadows. His last act is to write a final, delicate line along the side of my face. The mark frames my features with an otherworldly elegance.

More caressing of Nyxion’s tongue, moving between flicking my clit and deeply tasting the fluids dripping from my pussy.

My connection with Morpheus deepens, a tethering of our souls. The shadows don’t just mark my skin; they embed themselves into my very being, a symbol of his eternal protection. A final surge of pain as he finalizes the shadow marks.

When he finishes, Morpheus steps back to admire his work while Nyxion stands. Adorned in his shadows with the moonlight and glow of the frost flowers, I’ve transformed into a vision. I bask in their gazes, how their breath has seemed to disappear. The way they look at me…it’s like worship.

The moment Morpheus nods, Nyxion shatters the spinal cord, and the God of Dreams vanishes his shadows. I’m falling again, but Morpheus catches me, kissing me as I cry out from the delicate, lightning that tingles the skin where we touch.

Brushing my hair from my face, Morpheus searches my eyes and says, “No matter where you are, you will always be under my shadow.”

A deep sigh leaves my throat. I lift my right arm, breath catching at his shadow marks. “They’re so beautiful,” I whisper.

Something in him snaps.

He falls on me, cushioning the blow from the frost with his wings. Some cut through his feathers, piercing deep and bleeding the flesh and muscle. I feel the warm viscous fluid wetting on my back.

He sinks his cock into me. Sobbing from his length, I grip the sides of his body as he slides, inch by inch into my core, hot and soaked. Once he is seated to the hilt, he lowers his lips to mine and murmurs, “Come.”

I shatter. Screaming his name.

And he fucks me into sweet oblivion.