Valkhara
The ashes of the Unmaker hadn't even settled.
I was still barefoot, my thighs trembling, the taste of my own magic lingering on my tongue—when I felt the shift.
The bond snapped tighter.
Daxos was on his knees, chest heaving, blood drying on his skin. His golden eyes locked onto mine like I was the answer to a prayer he'd been screaming for a hundred years.
"You bled," he said. "To save me."
My hand brushed his jaw, and his body shuddered like he'd just been touched by the gods.
"You're mine," he whispered. "And I'm never letting go."
I could tell he was still in pain but nothing was going to stop him from getting to me.
Then at that exact moment I felt something pulse in our bond… Azric and Sevrin were sending healing magic to my WAR GOD. The same one they had been jealous of, worried I would leave them behind for… I smiled to myself..
Daxos eyes got big… and he smirked too as his injuries healed at a rapid pace… I guess I'm going to have to actually learn to live with those shit heads instead of crushing them like I originally planned so I could have you all to myself…
"Oh for fuck's sake."
Azric's voice slid through the bond like a smirk in my ear.
"Can we wrap up the Hallmark reunion? Some of us are hard and jealous."
"I swear to the ancestors," Sevrin growled, "if I hear her moan for him before I get to taste her again, I'm going to tear down this dungeon with my bare hands."
I snorted. "Are they—"
Daxos growled low. "They're watching."
"Of course they are."
"But not for long" he said smirking again.
He lifted one hand and muttered something in a language that made the bond shudder.
Silence.
Their voices vanished.
I blinked. "You just muted them?"
He looked up at me, eyes wild. "They've had you long enough."
He stood fully, finally towering over me.
And I felt it.
The shift.
The magic inside him that had been chained for a century now unleashed.
Not vampire hunger.
War god need.
He stepped forward and I stepped back, spine hitting the stone wall. My shirt stuck to me with sweat, blood, heat.
"You're really here," he murmured like all of that shit we just went through could have been just another dream to him.
"I came for you." I whispered unable to speak normally.
He stepped closer. I didn't back away.
"I've dreamed of this. Tasted it in every shadow of my prison."
He reached for me, slowly, like I might vanish.
His hand gripped my jaw. His thumb traced my lip.
"You wore this shirt too in my dreams." He leaned down, breath warm against my lips.
He tugged it over my head.
Didn't rip it.
Didn't throw it.
He folded it and set it aside like something sacred. "I am keeping this. It is mine." He said.
I stood bare before him, naked, trembling, slick and already aching.
"You're shaking," he whispered.
I swallowed. "You haven't even touched me yet."
"Oh, little flame," he rasped, eyes dropping to my glistening pussy. "I'm going to do so much more than touch."
He dropped to his knees.
But not to beg.
To worship.
He kissed my ankle.
Then the inside of my knee.
Then my thigh, slowly, reverently.
"They can have your body" he said, "but your soul?"
His lips pressed to my navel.
"That's mine."
I couldn't argue because I knew it deep down. He was right.
Daxos didn't just touch.
He studied.
Hands mapping me like battlefield terrain, learning every scar, every freckle, every reaction.
When his mouth finally found the place between my legs, he didn't tease.
He devoured.
And I broke.
My hands hit the wall. My knees buckled. My back arched as he licked, sucked, groaned into me like a man that had been starved. He threw one of my legs up over his shoulder and something in me snapped. I instantly came, moaning and moving my hands into his hair.. flooding his mouth with my juices… He drank like he would never get enough like he could die buried there between my legs.
I cried out and he stopped for just a second breathing heavy, his golden eyes shining in the light and laying me down on my back to the ground taking me all in…
"My goddess," he whispered as he leaned back down nuzzling against my thigh.
"My queen."
Then he groaned again and went
back to devouring my pussy again like he hadn't eaten in years.
His tongue flicked my clit, slow and teasing before he buried his face deeper, licking with his insanely long tongue like he meant to taste every orgasm I'd ever had without him.
His hands pinned my hips to the
stone floor.
His nose pressed against my slit.
His tongue slipped inside me.
"Daxos fucuuucck—"
He didn't stop.
He licked up every drop I
spilled. Drank it. Moaned into me like it
was his fucking salvation.
When I came again…
He didn't let me breathe.
He kept licking, dragging my 3rd
orgasm out with his tongue buried deep and a finger slowly slipping inside.
Only when I was sobbing and shaking—soaking wet—did he stand and I could see him, ALL of him…
He reached for me and liftted me from the floor like I weighed nothing, pressing me against the cold stone.
I saw his cock then
"You're not like them," I whispered.
"I'm not."
"They can't give me.. give us an heir."
"No," he said. "But I can and I will."
His cock was thick.
Not vampire thick.
Not fantasy thick.
God-thick.
The kind of cock that curved, that throbbed, that pulsed with heat and hunger.
Veins like lightning. A crown that was already slick with precum.
"Daxos," I breathed, "you're not going to fit."
He smirked. "I will. You were made for me my queen to take all me."
He pressed the head to my entrance—then stopped.
"Say you want me." He pleaded..
"I want you." I whispered and moaned like I was in a trance
"Say you want to be bred." He groaned
I choked. "Breed me. Please."
And then he thrust.
All of him.
In one devastating, stretch-me-open stroke.
I screamed.
He groaned—head falling to my neck, body vibrating with restraint.
"Your cunt is perfect," he growled. "So fucking tight squeezing me like you were made for this."
He didn't move.
He throbbed inside me.
Letting me feel every inch.
Every twitch.
Every claim.
"Fuck me, I begged. "Daxos, please—"
He pulled out halfway.
"I'm going to breed you," he said, voice low, rough, almost reverent. "I'm going to knot inside you so deep you'll feel me every time you walk."
My nails raked down his back.
He shuddered then slammed back in.
I screamed then.
Not from pain.
From being filled in a way I didn't know was possible.
His thrusts began, slow, brutal, intentional.
He wasn't just fucking me.
He was claiming every inch.
"You want it?" he asked, voice shaking. "Want me to fill you up?"
"Yes—yes—fuck—Daxos—"
He slammed harder.
I cried out he still for just a second his mouth claiming mine and I wiggled on his dick needing the friction.. I felt him smile against my lips enjoying toturing me.
He moved again and this rhythm was brutal.
He was fucking just like you would think a war god who'd waited a century to have you would.
My tits bounced with every
thrust. His fingers dug into my thighs. His breath scorched my neck.
"Oh, I'm going to fill you up,"
he panted. "Make sure my cum drips out of
you for days."
"Do it—gods, please—fuck—"
He flipped me.
Face down. Ass up.
Grabbed my hips and dragged me back onto his cock.
"Greedy little pussy," he
growled. "You're sucking me in—don't wanna let me go."
He started pounding harder.
The slap of skin on skin echoed
off the walls.
I couldn't think.
Couldn't breathe and then
he was demanding words from me..
"TELL ME YOU WANT MY KNOT" He said desperate like he needed to hear me say…
"I want it. OH GOD YES DAXOS. I want your fucking knot, please—"
And just he thought of his knot swelling in me was enough to tip me over the edge again.
He roared as his cock swelled inside me, stretching, locking in place as I felt his seed pumping into me and then he bit my shoulder Claiming me in the only way he hadn't yet sending waves of pleasure through our bond link.
And I screamed again as the orgasm tore through me like fire through parchment.
And then—
I felt it swell again.
Thicker. Pulsing. Suctioning against my inner walls.
He groaned into my throat.
"My seed will take," he said darkly. "You'll carry my child. OUR child and the next, and the next."
I was crying. Shaking. Coming undone again around him like my body couldn't stop. His words were filthy and I fucking loved every second of it.
"I'll fill you every time we fuck," he whispered, still locked deep. "Until your womb forgets what it's like to be empty."
And I shuttered again breathing ragged my body spent and so full of him, his knot, his cum…. And while we were still locked together with his knot still pumping his seed into me over and over he moved us to where we were laying down together.
He groaned into my throat and his mouth brushed my ear licking it like he couldn't help but leave a trace of him everywhere"
"I'll give you twins," he murmured. "Then more. As many as your sweet body can carry."
"I'll kill you," I whispered,
shaking.
"You'll beg for it because I was forged to fight for
you."
"I nearly died," I whispered, eyes fluttering..
"And I would've torn the world open to get back to you."
His knot finally began to shrink, but he didn't pull out.
He stayed inside me, even as I trembled against him.
"I'll never leave you," he promised. "You're mine now you always have been, and I guess those other two idiots too he grumbled.."
Which made me laugh and cry at the same time. Because it was true and I felt relief wash over me, because I knew I would never be able choose just one of them. They all held a piece of me, and I a piece of them..
But if anyone ever tries to take you again…"
His voice dropped to a growl.
"I'll show them what a war god does when someone touches his queen."
And as we lay there?
The rune-sealed dungeon cracked.
Because some magic can't be
contained.
Especially when it ends with a
war god knotted inside his queen.