The ship thrummed under my feet, humming like a predator at rest, slicing through the cosmos like it owned the damn stars. We were headed for dragon territory, and you'd think I'd be amped. But my nerves were frayed, my power still unsteady, and I hadn't had a moment to breathe in days.
So, naturally, I decided to wander the halls barefoot like a witchy space hobo.
"Up the obsidian staircase," Sasha purred in that smug AI voice. "Try not to combust. Or cry. Or explode. Or whatever dramatic shit you like to do."
"Bite me, sass bot," I muttered. "I'm not your enemy."
"You say that now, MoonBlood, but wait till I show you the camera footage of you sleep farting."
I rolled my eyes and followed her directions, trailing my fingers across rune carved walls that pulsed with faint energy. My power whispered under my skin, stirring gently, curious. Cautious.
I found the door.
And gods… I was not ready.
The second it opened, I froze.
The air hit me like a spell: warm, rich, thick with arousal and… roses?
Hundreds of petals were scattered across velvet bedding and polished floors like someone had set fire to a bouquet and let it rain love. Real candles floated in midair, their flames flickering like stars. A bath steamed in the corner, infused with moonmilk and crushed herbs. The lighting was soft. Music hummed low. The scent of sandalwood and sex hung like a promise.
And in the middle of it all… stood Kaleb and Arwen.
Kaleb was shirtless, black silk pants slung low on his hips, golden skin glowing in the starlight. Arwen stood beside him, runes glowing faintly on his chest, his own black pants loose and undone. His hair was a tousled mess, like sin had styled it personally.
"You… did all this?" I whispered, voice cracking.
Tears threatened. Real, fat, stupid tears.
Kaleb stepped forward. "We wanted to honor you."
Arwen's voice was darker. Rougher. "Worship you."
I laughed, sharp and broken. "I thought this was about the prophecy. About the mission."
"It is," Kaleb murmured. "But tonight? It's about you."
Heat pooled between my thighs like they'd flipped a damn switch. I didn't have to say a word, my body spoke for me. And both of them sucked in deep, primal breaths. I saw it in their eyes.
They could smell my arousal.
They groaned in unison. Like wolves. Like gods.
And then?
They wrecked me.
Kaleb kissed me first, slow and deep, like a promise. His hand cradled my jaw, tilting me just right as Arwen moved behind me, untying my top with practiced ease. My gown slid off like it had been dying to be free. Cool air kissed my nipples, already painfully hard.
"Fuck," Arwen whispered behind me. "Look at her."
Kaleb growled, biting my bottom lip. "Perfect."
They laid me back on the bed of rose petals, Kaleb moving between my thighs, Arwen straddling my chest. My heart was pounding, body aching, every nerve sparking to life.
Kaleb lined himself up, cock thick and hot against my entrance.
"Say it," he commanded, fingers tweaking my nipple hard.
"Take me," I gasped. "Please!"
He slammed inside me in one brutal thrust.
My back arched. Stars exploded behind my eyelids.
"Oh fuck, yes...Goddess!"
Arwen leaned down, cock inches from my mouth. "Open up, little moon."
I obeyed, wrapping my lips around him, moaning as Kaleb fucked me with long, punishing strokes. I was full, throat and cunt..and I didn't want mercy.
Kaleb held my hips still, pounding me hard. Arwen threaded his fingers through my hair, guiding me, stroking my cheek as he fucked my mouth slow and deep. One hand pinched my nipples. I whimpered, greedy for more.
They devoured me.
Used me.
Worshipped me.
Kaleb bit down on my breast, sucking one nipple into his mouth. Arwen groaned above me.
"She's unreal," he rasped.
"She's ours," Kaleb snarled.
Arwen moved behind me as Kaleb flipped me over, hands and knees, ass in the air, dripping and stretched. Kaleb drove into me again, rougher now. Arwen knelt in front of me, cock in his hand, lifting my chin.
"Ready to be ruined?" he purred.
"Yes," I moaned. "Break me. Please...gods, please!"
Kaleb fucked me harder, hand tangled in my hair, other wrapped around my throat. Arwen rubbed my clit with ruthless precision as I moaned around him, shaking with need.
"Come," Kaleb ordered.
Arwen growled. "Now, goddess. Fall the fuck apart."
I shattered, screaming, clenching around Kaleb as my orgasm hit like a war drum. Kaleb came with a broken growl, spilling inside me, grinding deep.
Arwen pulled me up, dragged me to the edge of the bed, and bent me backward.
"One more."
I was trembling, overstimulated and wrecked. But my body begged.
He pushed inside me, fast and deep, fucking me raw. Kaleb's cum slicked the way, making it easier, messier. I was crying now, overwhelmed, sobbing into his mouth.
"That's it, goddess," Arwen whispered. "Let me ruin you."
I screamed as the second orgasm tore through me, body shaking violently. Arwen cursed and followed me into bliss, thrusting hard as he emptied himself with a final, guttural growl.
I collapsed between them.
Wet. Boneless. Glowing.
Kaleb kissed my shoulder. "You're everything."
"She's ours now," Arwen whispered.
Their arms wrapped around me. I let myself breathe.
And then, in the silence, I dreamed.
I stood barefoot in a forest of glowing white trees. Magic shimmered in the air. A silver river ran beside me.
Above, two moons hung in the sky. One bright. One bleeding.
A voice whispered through the trees:
"The Chalice lies where moon meets flame...
where roots bleed gold…
and silence sings."
I turned. The trees ignited. The river turned to smoke.
And in the flames stood a man.
Tall. Hooded. Horned.
He raised his hand and hissed,
"He is coming."
I jolted awake...sweating, heart racing.
Arwen stirred beside me. "What is it?"
"A warning," I whispered. "A riddle. And a man I've never seen."
Kaleb sat up, voice rough. "Another mate?"
"Maybe. Or maybe a trap." I stared at the ceiling. "But we need to get to dragon territory to learn more. We need to move."
Arwen grunted, halfa sleep. "Shit's always dangerous, little moon."
I smiled faintly.
Then I curled into them, my men, and let the storm wait for dawn.