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Karvex's hands are gripping my hips tightly, his fingers pressing into my flesh. I can feel his desire growing, his cock throbbing inside me.
The Reaper’s thrusts grow more and more intense, and he's grunting with every thrust. I can tell he's getting close, and I know that I'm almost there.
The feeling is so incredible, so intense, and I know that I'm going to have trouble when he pulls out. I don't think I'll ever get used to this.
He holds my hips, pulling me back onto him as he thrusts forward. I cry out in sweet, heavenly agony. He's so deep inside me, and I know he's never going to stop. He's going to fuck me like this until he loses control and comes inside me. He's already groaning, and I know he won't last much longer.
I groan as I feel myself start to tighten around Karvex's cock. He moves faster inside me, and I start to lose control again.
Karvex's eyes meet mine, and he grins. His hands are tightening on my hips. "Do it," he grunts.
My orgasm is building, and I cry out, unable to control myself. "I'm going to come," I gasp.
"Do it," he growls, and he slams into me one more time.
I tighten around his cock, and as I come, I can feel Karvex lose control. I moan as he comes inside me. Our orgasms come together, and I'm overwhelmed with his warm, thick cum filling me up.
I'm so overcome with pleasure. I can't think of anything but the waves of heat rolling over my body.
Finally, the orgasm ebbs and my muscles relax as he holds me tightly against him.
I'm exactly where I need to be, in his arms, at his side.
CHAPTER 9
KARVEX
The exquisite shimmering world of lakes and mountains spreads out below me like a frosting of ice. This is where I belong, and I am elated. My strong wings carry me over the snow-capped peaks, kicking up trails of sparkling dust as the tips skim the brilliant white perfection.
I know this land as I know myself. I am connected to it through every fiber of my being. The waters that flow through the rivers below are the blood in my veins. The mountains my bones. The living forests are my soul.
My heart knows that I have come home as my broad wings carry me from the lofty heights down across the verdant plains below. I follow the track of the aquamarine river as it meanders through lush forests alive with the sounds of birdsong and chittering insects. I breathe deeply the scent of the living river rising to tantalize my nostrils. It carries with it the erotic aroma of cooked spices and the sweet strain of voices lifted in song.
My wings grow broader as if they want to encapsulate this moment, protect it for all time. But a nagging fear grows in my chest. There is a flaw in this perfect picture. I discord to the elusive song that is drawing me on.
I fly with more determination now. The need to reach my destination becomes more pressing with every downbeat of my wings.
As I fly, the span of my wings increases more and more. If I can just reach the tips of the distant horizon, maybe I can save them, just maybe I can shield the ones I love under my protective wings.
I must get to them now. The discord in the song is growing louder, and the familiar scent of spices turns into the repulsive smell of charred flesh. I drive myself forward. Pushing myself harder and faster.
The urgency becomes greater, and I become more and more frantic. With a force of will, I push through some invisible barrier. Below me, the river runs red, choked with the boughs of trees and the bodies of men. The sight makes the bile rise in my throat.
The polluted river gorges its macabre contents into a wondrous pool, spewing the carnage and poisons into the perfect blue water. Tears fall from my eyes and form into sparkling crystals as they drop away from me.
But this cruel vision is not my destination.
Where is she? My desperation increases as I realize she isn’t here.
And then I see her. Down there amongst the fallen. I dive toward her bloodied form and land hard on the ground beside her. She is lying face down in the dirt, looking crumpled and broken. I turn her body over. It is as if she is asleep, her face serene, her eyes closed.
“My love!” I shout. “Wake up!” I shake her shoulders, trying to call her back to me from the depths of oblivion. “My love, come back to me,” I wail in my desperation.
All of a sudden, she opens her eyes. They are the eyes of Alana, wide and fearful.
“Get off me!” she shrieks. “You’re hurting me!”
It takes me a moment to realize I’m awake. My black and twisted hands are gripping cruelly into the flesh at Alana’s shoulders.
