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