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“ T his is actually better than a bridal suite—and most hotels stopped calling them bridal suites, anyway.” Reggie carries me through the door of the remote little cabin, the motorized black and yellow sled golden in the glow of the midnight sun that shines all summer at this tip of the world.

“I like this place better. I’m sick of swanky hotels, but this.

.. Oooh, this has the view.” I look out the window as he puts me down.

In the distance, there are rocky crags, snow, and a fighting sea, with the huge hot tub in its stone altar in the back.

Inside, the bed is on the left, the kitchen and the fireplace beside it.

There’s another room in the back, which probably has a bathroom and laundry facilities. At least I hope so. “Klaus said—”

“That this place has everything. Don’t be fooled by the rustic appearance. He even called the local grocer who brings out supplies every other week and told them to leave us plenty of goodies. Want to go explore? I see some outbuildings. I think Klaus said those were for the reindeer.”

I give him a sidelong look. I met Klaus and Eirwen yesterday —at my wedding.

She’s about three and a half feet tall with silvery streaks in plum-colored hair, and he’s a tall, bearded silver fox with long flowing white locks.

Pine Ridge is full of mystical people. Could Klaus and Eirwen be.

.. Could Santa and one of his elves ever. ..

Nah.

“I don’t want to explore anything but the view from the hot tub,” I sigh and tiptoe my fingers up his arm, “or the best baby-making positions you can think of.”

Reggie’s eyes go from soft and peaceful to burning with lust—and then filled with worry. “I believe I can be a good husband. I hope I can be a good father. I’ll never leave, and I’ll always try.”

This man. He has a direct switch to my heart and my tear ducts. “That’s the best kind of dad! You’re going to be great—and that won’t be happening for a little while, right?”

“Nine months from this honeymoon, anyway,” he says, the lust returning.

This time, after two days of rest, restraint, and traveling, Reggie doesn’t hold me back when I run to his arms and climb him like a tree.

“MATTEO WAS SCARED SHITLESS of children. For someone who wanted to play with the devil, he was a whiny little boy. I can see that now. I like the man I’m with—the one who is prepared to go the distance.”

“Yep. Even to Greenland,” I joke as she worms her way up my torso, her legs wrapping around my waist.

“You’re who I’m supposed to be with, no matter where in the world we are,” she says seriously, kissing me softly.

I’m in awe of my new wife. She’s so smart. So wise. Maybe I’m wiser now, too? All the wisdom of the ages was carved into my skin, placed in my being—but it didn’t click before like it does now.

“I am who I’m supposed to be now,” I return, touching the spot above my heart, the place that once felt hollow, “and you are who I’m supposed to be with.” I bury my lips in the soft spot on her neck.

“I want to understand all of you. Know all of you. Touch all of you,” she purrs, her fingers working down to my belt.

She’s so perfect. So beautiful. She’s mine. She loves me. That beauty. This beast.

If I start sobbing... “Teri.” I take a steadying breath. “I love you. Too much for words right now.”

“That’s okay. I’ve been dying for the past few days waiting for you to show me.”

“OHHHH. OH, OH, MY GOD .”

Teri’s mouth wraps around my hard cock, and I shrink the hard length down so the whole thing fits handily in her mouth and I can feel the tight circle of her sucking lips.

“That’s such a neat trick,” she giggles, looking up at me between long, sinful sucks.

“I’m going to make it bigger later. Much bigger,” I sigh, as she goes back to bobbing her head on me, looking up at me as if she can suck out the soul that she gave me along with my cum. “Sweetie, I’m going to pop if you do that.”

“I want you to.” She swirls her tongue over my crown.

“I want to put it in your pussy,” I moan, latching my fingers onto her blonde locks.

“You do? Do you want to fill me up?” she whispers, one hand leaving my thigh and slowly moving between her own.

I can’t speak for a second, too lust-struck watching her play with herself while she sucks me. Like she wants this. Wants me.

I’m still in awe.

An awed golem who’s about to explode in pleasure is possibly not the best communicator in the world. I pull myself from her mouth, puffing up with pride at the disappointed little noise she makes.

“Reggie, I—”

“Get in that tub,” I demand, my voice a growl.

“But the—”

“I’m not going to let you lose a single drop,” I warn, hoisting her up and taking her with me to the steaming, bubbling pool of water.

TWO THINGS HAPPEN RIGHT before my eyes when my new husband sits me in the hot tub—aside from the fact that I moan like a pornographic actress getting paid to be loud. “This feels so good,” I cry out.

“Good,” Reggie joins me, standing while I sit on the ledge, pumping his hand over cock—and it gets longer and thicker with each swipe. My eyes get bigger as he grows from the perfect mouthful to the perfect pussy-full, and then several inches larger and longer.

“Whoa,” I whisper.

“Watch what else,” he says, stepping closer, until his cock is just level with my mouth.

He swirls his thumb slowly around his length—and the pattern of the swirl emerges on his skin.

“I believe I’ve heard the phrase ‘ribbed for her pleasure.’ I can do that.

” He moves his fist again, a little grunt coming from behind his sealed lips this time, and the beautiful, glistening gray cock I’ve been fantasizing about riding on until it fills me and his cum overflows me is suddenly covered in little ridges.

Another stroke, and there are soft swirls, like a 3D paisley print.

“I’ll change as often as you want so it feels the best for you,” he offers.

“What about what feels the best for you?”

“Being inside of you, feeling you grip me and pull me in... That’s the best.” His voice is low and still dropping, and he wades closer, sinking until he kneels in front of me, hands leaving his cock to massage my thighs. Kneading them. Drawing them apart. “But it’s better after I taste you.”

I start arching up, trying to lift myself out of the water so he can get to my hungry holes, but instead, he pushes against me, keeping me on the ledge, legs spread.

He sinks down into the water with a smirk, disappearing until only his eyes and the bald dome of his head are visible.

“But you need to—ooh. Breathe?” I moan out the question, but all I get in answer is the feel of his tongue teasing my slit open before flicking my clit, light touches that make me squirm, slowly building to demanding sucks that have me keening on every pulse, bottom fighting his hands as he tries to pin me down.

I rise to grind my sex hungrily against his mouth.

“Inside, inside, inside,” I try to grab his chin, only to find Reggie playing submarine, dodging me to submerge himself completely.

“ Reginald !” I grunt, standing up—and finding my new husband using me as a snorkel, planting my pussy right over his face, this time with his fingers joining him, sliding solidly into my tunnel and stroking against my g-spot.

“I want to come for the first time on our honeymoon with you inside of me,” I finally manage to make words over my impending orgasm, and Reggie reappears, dripping wet, his sigils shimmering in the firelight, like all of him is covered in fresh ink.

“Do you know how hot you look?” I demand, fingers itching to touch him—and thrilled that I can. I run my hands over the wide planes of his chest and down to his hips.

“If it’s anywhere as hot as you look, we’re going to burn this place down,” he pants, grabbing me by the wrists.

This is a new side of him. Possessive. Aggressive. Still protective. There’s something sweet and desperate under every touch, something that’s hungry to be alive.

To create a life. A new life, together.

“Sit with me,” he pants, turning me, his hands sculpting me like I’m clay, too, molding his palms across my breasts, kneading my mound as he circles behind me. I obey easily, legs parted and slit dripping with arousal and water when I feel him nudge my entrance.

Nudge, then stretch.

Reggie lifts me up easily, then sinks me down onto him, slowly, bending me forward as he works to get his much larger length inside of me, straining my walls and making me see stars at the edges of my vision.

When I think I can’t take anymore, he rocks us back together, and I’m impaled even farther, sitting on his huge, thick cock as he crashes back to the ledge of the hot tub.

Water splashes up over our thighs, but he was right.

Not a drop of his cum will escape my pussy—because he’s filled it so full, yes, but he’s done something else, too.

“What did you make?” I babble, slowly starting to bounce on him, feeling each little ridge and swoop he’s created, a pattern for my pleasure. To return the thoughtfulness, I make sure I squeeze, working every muscle I have against him as if I can suck the cum right out of him.

“A knot. Orcs and shifters have them. They keep you full. Encourage the likelihood of little ones by making sure sperm stays in.”

I bounce on him more firmly, getting used to the strained feeling, surprised at how fast the pleasure is building.

“But won’t it just slide out if I’m just bouncing up and down on—ooh.

Ohhhh, fuck .” My question turns into a semi-pained, semi-blissful moan.

The wide, rounded lump I felt at the base of Reggie’s cock shrunk.

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.”

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