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Aranren spun about, and faster than I could track, he had me on my back beneath him. His cock was still hard, his face was flushed with pleasure, and his eyes were full of need. With a broad grin, I pulled up my legs, bent my knees, and spread them wide. Ara looked down and as he stared at my entrance, moisture gathered there. It slid into me. So, I hadn't been imagining that slick feeling earlier. It had been Aranren's magic. I wasn't surprised, but I was excited.
“I need to learn how to do that,” I said.
“I will teach you, my love,” Aranren said as he slipped into me. “I will teach you everything.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Aranren didn't have to teach me how to make love to him. We moved in perfect harmony. By the time he came inside me, I was ready again. He straddled my waist and rode me, his hair whipping around him and the sunshine casting his face into darkness. And after I came, he took me again. It kept going for what seemed like days, with us stopping only to sleep, eat, drink, and take care of our other bodily functions. But oddly enough, I didn't feel the need to expel what he put inside me. It felt good to keep him there. Treasure that gift while I thrust into him and gave him something to keep.
We were lying on our sides, sucking each other's cocks, when someone called Aranren.
“Master!” the voice came from afar.
Aranren groaned and sucked his way off my shaft to lift his head and shout, “Enter!” Then he went right back to pleasuring me.
“Master, there are Wraith Lords at the ward,” the voice was much closer now.
I looked up, continuing to suck at Aranren's beautiful dick, and saw a soldier standing at attention nearby. He didn't look at us, nor did I feel any shame for what I was doing in frontof him. These people were just tools. They were inconsequential. I moaned and sucked down Aranren's length.
Aranren paused to say, “I don't care.”
“But, Master, they are shouting for you.”
Aranren sighed, then leaned back to stroke my flank. “My love?”
“Mmm?” I asked around his cock.
“Perhaps we should confront your ex-lovers and send them away. Otherwise, they may never leave.”
I drew off him and sighed. “Fine. I'm getting hungry again anyway. We can eat afterward.”
“Very well.” Aranren stood up and held out his arms. Silk robes fluttered up and slid over him. Then he held a hand down to me.
I took it, drawing magic around me as I got to my feet. Silk robes that matched the flowing, full-sleeved style of Aranren's encased me, but in gold and pale blue to counter his silver and cerulean.
“Well done, my love,” Aranren said as he looked me over. “Death Magic comes easily to you now.” He ran his fingers through my hair, combing it away from my face. “There. You're lovely. Are you ready to say goodbye to your past?”
“Absolutely.” I took his hand.
Aranren led us across the meadow and as he did, the grass and sky disappeared. We were left in a vast stone chamber, pillars spotting the expanse and stretching up toward a ceilingthat was lost to darkness. I shivered, a memory returning—I was running through this place, hunted by Death.
“Now, you rule Death,” Aranren said.
I looked over at him, unsurprised that he had seen my memory. We were so connected that I often got flashes of his thoughts too. For instance, as we left Death's domain, Aranren's chest constricted with apprehension. He didn't want to leave our magical world. He wanted to stay there forever, lost in me. He was afraid of losing me. To them.
I squeezed his hand. “You won't lose me. I'm with you now. This is so much better than what I had. I can focus on you instead of dividing myself between many lovers, and you fulfill needs that I never knew I had. Don't be afraid, Aranren.”
His eyes went glossy, but the tears didn't fall. “I love you, Ember. I always have. Even when I hurt you.”
“I know. It's all right. I love you too.”
Aranren pulled me into his arms and kissed me. There was fear in that too, but it only made me love him more. I stroked his cheek as I kissed him, letting him feel what I did for him. When we ended the kiss, our foreheads bent together, and we spent a few minutes in silent communication, strengthening each other.
“All right,” Ara said as he lifted his head. “I'm ready.”
“I am as well.”
Aranren wrapped me in his arms and the Death Magic took us, sweeping us up in shadows to transport us to the edge of Aranren's lands. There, directly before us, was a ward—a wall of shimmering misty magic that rose so high into the sky, its endcouldn't be seen. No one could surmount that wall, not even a Makhan. There was only one way past it—with Death.
