But, no, I took my time. I let her devour my physical appearance, just as I did to her when I’d first seen her naked body. I let her gaze travel up and down me multiple times, saw the way she gained a different, more lustful expression when she stared at my cock.
I crawled onto the bed, pinning her beneath me, smiling down at her, like she was my whole world. A part of me wanted to let loose, to be with her wild and free, like animals, but another part of me wanted to make good on what I’d said before: I would worship her, and to worship a god, you gave it your all, doing exactly what they wanted.
And Morana? She wanted me inside her, I could see it.
I leaned up, running my hands down her body and gaining my own pleasure in watching the way she writhed beneath my touch. I made it to her legs and spread them wide open for me, gazing down at her apex as I licked my lips. I could still taste her, and I was more than willing to give it another go, but right now my balls ached with the need for their own release.
Pulling myself up, I caged in her body, pinning her to the bed as I guided my cock to her entrance. Our eyes locked, and then, just like that, it was over. I pushed in, and we were one. We were one in the most intimate way possible.
Her body took my cock in, and it was like she was made for me, like I fit perfectly inside that tight hole. I could not describe how good it felt, how blissful it was to be inside her, to hear her breathy moan as I filled her up to the brink.
I did not start thrusting right away; for a few moments, I simply remained there, my length buried deep, listening to her hard breathing. Music to my ears, and I could only imagine she’d cry out more before our time together here was over. And if I had my way, this would not be our last time, either. I would have her every day, mark my words.
Morana’s hand moved up my sides, and she dragged her nails against my skin, giving me a lusty, half-lidded look, as if begging me to start moving my hips—so that’s what I did. I began rocking my hips, dragging my hard length in and out of her tight core, a slave to the sensations, to the way she made me feel.
If I said I lost myself in her, I didn’t think it was enough of an explanation as to how much I felt for her. When I said I wanted to worship her, I meant it. They were not honeyed words meant to sway her; I meant them more than I’d ever meant anything in my entire life. If I had to throw my magic, my immortality, everything that made me a god compared to the humans in the valley, just to spend the next fifty years with her, I would.
I would do it in a heartbeat. Less than that, actually.
Nothing outside of this bed mattered. Not right now. It was only she and I; the world itself faded away until there was nothing but her arms, her body, her heated core and me, left. She was all I needed, all I wanted. Why couldn’t she see that staying here with Abner would kill her? I could not let her make such a mistake.
Her body practically milked me, causing pleasure to build within me entirely too quickly. Still, it was a wave I could not fight, the tingling in my balls the only omen that I was about to release inside her. Every muscle in my body tightened in a spasm, a groan surfacing in my throat as I felt the heated pleasure come over me. It was all I could do to hold myself up, to not collapse on top of her as my cock emptied itself in her.
When the orgasm faded, I still rode the remaining bits of pleasure still trapped in my system, leaning my head down to hers as I whispered, “You… you’re it for me, Morana, my love.” And then I kissed her long and hard. You’d think my hunger for her would’ve subsided a bit, as I’d just orgasmed—and I was still inside her—but it hadn’t. Not even a bit. Not an ounce of my hunger had been sated, and I knew it never would. I would always be ravenous when it came to this one.
And so, we stayed in the sheets. We stayed tangled up in each other’s arms and bodies for hours, blissfully unaware of how the sun moved in the sky and signaled the early eve, but time didn’t matter. Nothing did. The only thing that mattered to me was the girl in my arms.
Gods, by nature, were made of different things than mankind. We did not need to eat or sleep, but we could if we desired to. Or, say, if we were worn out enough. I must’ve passed out after some wild hours of our lovemaking, for the sweet embrace of blackness had enveloped me—at least until I opened my eyes again and stared at the ceiling of Morana’s room.
Outside, the sun was near its descent, signaling a world of night would arrive soon. I found myself grinning to the ceiling, but that grin did not linger on my lips for long, for I reached all around, expecting Morana’s warmth, her bare, soft skin—something—but there was nothing.
Morana was gone, not in the bed at all.
I sat up, glancing all around as the sheets fell from my body, exposing my bare chest to the coolness of the room. I did not see her anywhere in the room, nor did I hear her in the washroom just off this one.
Where did she go? Why would she leave without waking me? None of the options that popped into my head were good, and I hurriedly got dressed, needing to find her, to make sure she wasn’t about to make her decision. Did she regret what we did? No, no—there was no possible way Morana could regret our shared time together. We were meant to be. You couldn’t be regretful of fate itself.
That’s what I told myself over and over as I searched the castle for her. The castle was a large place, full of empty rooms and wasted space. I spent far too long searching for her in every nook and cranny, when really, I should’ve looked in the main hall, in the throne room.
I popped in the throne room, a good fifty feet away from the throne, finding that Morana stood before its empty seat, gazing intently at it. She’d changed back into her dress, her arms hanging limply at her sides.
I opened my mouth to speak to her, but a hand grabbed my arm and suddenly I was transported to a nearby hall, no longer staring at Morana’s back. Instead, I stared at the pale face of my brother.
Abner released his hold on me, shaking his head once. “She’s been staring at the throne for a while now. I don’t think she wants to be approached.” The way he spoke, it was as if he’d thought long and hard about it, only to decide against approaching her in the end.
“And how would you know what she wants?” I asked, sounding much more bitter than I anticipated. That girl… I’d been under the impression there was no contest between Abner and I, but the facts were hard to ignore. Morana hadn’t leaped to be at my side, to become my bride instead of his, and right after we were together, she’d left the bed and wandered to his throne room.
She truly was caught in the middle of us, wasn’t she?
“I might not have known her for as long as you,” Abner said, ignoring the bitterness laced in my tone, “but I like to think I’ve come to know her very well.” The way he spoke, how he stood and held himself—he hardly looked like the Winter I knew, the brother I’d grown accustomed to after all these years.
His change had to be due to Morana, and a part of me hated that I wanted her, too. If there was one sad soul who should find his happiness, it was my brother, and yet here I was, trying to take his would-be bride. It wasn’t right.
But, again, I could not fight the way I felt about her. To lay it all down, to give her up completely, even if it was for my brother and his well-being… I couldn’t do it. There was no telling that he wouldn’t end up freezing her, too.