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My attacker never praised me, but it wouldn't be sex with Mace without a little praise, and I'm glad he didn't leave that out. My cunt is dripping, aching to be filled by him as he continues to roughly fuck into my throat. I can't touch myself, my arms too restrained, and I can't beg him to touch me either.
It's getting harder for me to remember I'm not supposed to want this.
He yanks himself out of my mouth, leaving me panting. It looks like it's an effort for Mace to catch his breath as well, but he does and manages to speak after a moment. "This isn't enough for me," he says through gritted teeth. "I thought I would be okay with just your mouth, but fuck, if your throat is that good, I bet your cunt is fucking golden."
"Please…" I say breathlessly, only this time it's not a plea to stop but one to continue.
"Oh, girl, begging won't help you now." He puts one handon each shoulder and, as gently as he can, raises me to a standing position. Despite his efforts not to hurt me, the bark still drags deep scratches along my back and the rope burns. His eyes flash with apology, but I shake my head, and he tightens the ropes wordlessly, leaving me standing and squirming in front of him. He drops to his knees and yanks my pants and underwear down, leaving me bare in front of him.
Mace hisses on a deep inhale, and I can see the battle he is having not to taste me. I can almost hear his internal argument that a little taste won't ruin the ritual. It seems he wins that argument against himself because his hot tongue drags up my slit, lighting me on fire, and I buck my hips into his mouth, moaning loudly as he circles his tongue around my clit. He sucks that aching bundle of nerves into his mouth and scrapes it with his teeth, and my pussy clenches, dying to be filled, begging for friction and release.
He can read my body so well, always knowing exactly what I need and crave, and he buries three fingers inside me in one motion. The almost uncomfortable stretch and the fullness of it, combined with the sharp bite of his teeth on my clit, absolutely ruin me, and I soak his hand as I scream out in pure, animalistic bliss.
When Mace rises, his face a picture of male satisfaction, I am slumped against the ropes, my legs completely boneless. His cock looks painfully hard, dripping arousal and making my mouth water. He wraps his hand around my throat, careful to push his fingers up against my jaw and leave the grip slight, andspeaks directly into my ear. "The tastiest cunt I've ever had," he says, grabbing one of my legs with his free hand and sliding into me in one motion.
The noise that escapes me startles a grouping of birds into flying from the trees, and Mace chuckles as he fucks me into the tree. "I knew you'd fucking love it. You're made for my cock," he thrusts, punctuating his sentence. "No one else will ever get this fucking cunt, do you hear me?" he growls, teeth on my ear as he ruts into me. "This is mine. It is mine to eat, mine to fuck, mine to destroy."
"Yours," I say softly, feeling him on every part of me. I feel him in my blood, in my bones. In my fucking soul, I feel this man. He has buried himself inside of me, and I will never be the same. He is as much a part of me as my magic.
He is everything.
I thrust my hips to meet his, my body acting with wanton abandon as the facade of my trauma falls away and we are just Viola and Mace, and our lips clash, our teeth bumping against each other as we speak without words the love and affection we feel for one another. I lift my other leg, wrapping both around his waist, and he drops my throat, hands going to my hips to support me better. I release a flash of Fire, and the ropes fall from me, allowing me to wrap my arms around his neck as he fucks me roughly against the tree.
"I love you," I pant in his ear after breaking our kiss. "I love you so fucking much, Mace."
He groans, burying his face in the crook of my neckand kissing and biting the flesh there. "Thank you for trusting me," he pants out, hips starting to stutter as he grinds against me. It doesn't take long for both of us to find our release, and we collapse on the ground. Mace holds me tightly to his chest, stroking my hair, murmuring words of love and affection in my ear as he kisses every part of me he can reach.
"Well, I cannot say this is what I expected," a soft voice says, jarring both of us into a sitting position. "But I suppose it is difficult to argue that it got the desired results."
Chapter 39
Viola
Mace and I struggle to our feet, throwing our clothes on as quickly as possible. Amaryn's laugh is tinkling, a soft bell-like sound, as she watches us flounder.
"Oh, don't get dressed on my account. I got here some time ago. I appreciated the show." She flicks her wavy blonde hair over her shoulder, revealing wide, pointed ears just like mine have become. Her face has a slightly pinched look, her nose upturned a bit on the end. Her top lip is thin, but her bottom one is full, an unbalanced look that somehow makes her more beautiful. Her eyes are the rich green of a healthy leaf, her skin slightly pink with a fertile glow. She wears a dress of vines and flowers on her thin, willowy frame. She's short, probably barely reaching my chest, but her presence is huge.
Amaryn, the Bloomtide, the God of Spring.
"Amaryn," I say, stepping forward. "I am glad to have you here."
She smiles without showing her teeth. "What an interesting way you two decided to bring me back. I'm just trying to figure out what the sacrifice here was."
Clearly, she didn't spend her time watching the realm for entertainmentlike Avidor did. Mace steps forward and bows his head. "Viola sacrificed a part of herself that she kept hidden from everyone. A trauma that she never wanted to surface."
"You rewrote her trauma? A rebirth? Is that right?" She swings her head to me, and I nod. Searching within myself, I can see she's right. There is no erasing the past and the effects that man had on me so long ago, but Mace has given me control of the situation for the first time, and that alone has healed a part of me I thought was so scarred it was hopeless.
"No wonder it worked then," Amaryn says with a smile. "I am the God of rebirth, after all."
"We're glad you're here, Bloomtide," I say. "We have much to discuss about your brother, Himureal. Solarius and Avidor are waiting for us in Rainworth."
"All of my brothers are here?" she says, her gaze darting between all of us. "Why am I the last to be brought back?"
Mace and I share a look. There is no real reason why we brought her back last. But Mace speaks. "Viola's high priest -"
"I'm sorry, your what?" she says, whipping her head towards me.
"My high priest," I say, raising an eyebrow at me. "You must know that I am the one who found your artifact, right? That I absorbed the power of yours as I did all your siblings?"
