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Her words replayed in his mind with each stroke of his cock. Slowly, that needling desire rose closer, ever closer, until he burned for more. The heat rolling off Elarian’s skin called to him like a siren song.

Gently, Lucan placed his knees between her muscular legs. His cock swelled with blood, each throb agonizing bliss. The skin stretched tight between his piercings until he shook with pleasure. For a breath, he almost thought he might finish right there before even feeling her tight cunt fluttering around him again.

Somewhere in the court beyond, a faint shriek echoed through the corridors. A crash followed, then raucous laughter. The din of the court, now drunk and hungry for more vile entertainment.

Lucan paid no heed to the noise beyond his thick chamber doors. Shadows wrapped around the bed until darkness cloaked the two enemies marked with each other’s scars.

Angry and deep purple like the bruises at Elarian’s hips, the head of his cock rested against her inner lips, spreading them slowly as he shifted his weight. One hand spread wide against the small of her back; she lifted herself into his touch. Leaning forward, he brushed his lips against the soft hollow just below her ear.

“You are far too useful to die on me yet, Elarian,” Lucan whispered. “In your dreams, do I fuck you because you want it or because you need it?”

She mumbled something unintelligible.

A smile curled the edges of Lucan’s lips.

“Because I think you know you need this—” Lucan slowly thrust himself into Elarian, letting her entrance stretch over his first piercing “—just as much as you need my satisfaction to stay alive.”

Elarian’s breathing quickened. Legs widening, she moaned softly. One hand shifted beneath her and brushed against Lucan’s knee.

He perceived nothing but the consuming inferno of her star-blessed body.

Each quaking breath of the sleeping maiden beneath his hand pulled him in a little more. Knees sinking into the mattress, a shadow hooked under Elarian’s left knee and pulled her leg higher.

“L-Lucan…I want…”

Shivers raced down his spine at the sound of his name. She sounded so sweet in that moment—so godsdamned, wretchedly sweet. Though he ached to feel her shudder against his thick cock, Lucan pulled himself out until only his swollen head remained inside her. Reaching one hand upward, he covered her eyes even as they fluttered open.

“Dream, sweet plaything,” he murmured. “Let me give you what you desire.”

A deep sigh heaved her chest as if listening to his command.

Keeping her eyes covered, Lucan let her wetness guide him back in. One rung, then two, slipped in with ease. Jolts of pleasure surged through the length of his cock, gathering deep in his center. Listening to some silent command, a roving shadow slipped between his legs and through his cheeks, teasing the rim of his ass.

Intoxicated by the life thrumming in her veins, he could hold back no longer. With one final, punishing thrust, he sank himself fully into Elarian.

She stirred but did not pull away. Long lashes fluttered against his hand still over her eyes, then settled again. Embraced by her heat, Lucan lost himself.

Forbidden moans and suffocating darkness surrounded their blasphemous bed. Sweat-slick and hungering for more, Elarian’s fingernails bit into the cold flesh beneath her hand, pulling Lucan closer. Propping himself on one hip, he rolled onto his side, fingers and shadows firmly around her waist.

From the moment Lucan shifted, her mumbles began anew, heavy with lust.

“I-I…shouldn’t…don’t stop…no…just relief.”

Lucan answered her plea. He slowly fucked Elarian’s tight cunt, relishing her consuming warmth with each long thrust. The shadowy tendril teasing his ass slipped inside; his stomach clenched, a warmth blossoming that sent sparks through his veins.

“Mmph, fuck,” Lucan groaned as the shadowy arm pushed deeper. His pace quickened, unable to hold back the thirst for more.

Face turning into his forearm, Elarian’s breathy moans danced upon his skin before burrowing below and infecting the rot swimming through his veins.

“Please,” she whimpered. “I shouldn’t want this. But I—”

“Shh. Give us this stolen moment,” he murmured against her ear before nipping the tender flesh below.

Relaxing into his chest, Elarian drifted into that liminal space where only forbidden dreams dared unite enemies. As she softened in his arms, both slick with her feverish sweat, that promise of shattering bliss—at least for a breath—surfaced. The shadows deep inside his ass thickened, pressing against that perfect spot that turned his vision to snow.

Bucking his hips wildly, Lucan thrust himself deeper, pulling a delicious moan from Elarian’s lips. The cloying aroma of bloodwine on her breath incensed his thirst. Trembling lips pressed against Elarian’s neck just above the cut now clotted with her silvery blood. She smelled like she was the last living creature on this earth. Everything about her aroused Lucan’s senses until his body thrummed with life.

Elarian’s fingers curled around his hand at her hip. Stirring from her feverish delirium, she began rocking herself against Lucan’s cock.