Azarion stood atop the shimmering obsidian platform in the heart of the god realm, the edges of his wings still flickering with residual chaos energy from his fight with Veltherion. His body ached, torn flesh, cracked ribs, and divine blood staining his skin, but his eyes were calm. Steady. Focused.
Before him, Nythera, the Moon Goddess, hovered in her full celestial glory. Silver light pulsed from her skin like living starlight, her hair cascading around her like a moonlit veil. Flanking her were the six Guardians of the Veil, ancient beings of pure magic, silent and watchful.
"You shouldn't have done that," Nythera said softly, voice like bells and thunder. But her eyes betrayed her pride.
Azarion chuckled, wiping blood from his jaw. "You sound like her."
"I taught her," Nythera replied, stepping forward. Her hand brushed against his chest, and a surge of divine healing flooded him. "She would've done the same for you."
A moment passed, heavy and electric.
"You said the Sceptre," he prompted, jaw tight.
Nythera nodded. "It's buried deep in the Veinspire Caverns beneath the shattered city of Vyrannis. The city sleeps under cursed stone, abandoned after Veltherion poisoned it with shadow. Only a goddess... or those tethered to one... can enter."
Azarion raised a brow. "Well, good thing I'm bonded to a stubborn, overpowered goddess who refuses to stay out of danger."
Nythera smirked. "You'll need all of them. The sentries. The soul siblings. Reyna. The Twelve."
"And the snacks," he muttered. "Gods know I need protein before spelunking into cursed holes."
A low hum built in the air. The Guardians began to chant, ancient syllables vibrating through Azarion's bones.
"Go to her," Nythera whispered. "She's breaking."
With one last surge of starlight, Azarion tore a rift through reality, a golden silver portal exploding open above the courtyard of the dragon castle.
Meanwhile…
Rhiannan stood at a balcony, high above the training courtyard, her body trembling. She hadn't slept. Couldn't. Not since she'd felt Azarion's bond snap violently during the battle. Her heart hadn't stopped screaming since.
Then... she felt it.
A golden rip of chaotic magic tore the sky open, and a massive portal blossomed in the air like a divine scar.
And out stepped him.
Azarion. Alive. Glorious. Wings tattered but strong. Chaos swirling around his body like he never left. Eyes locked on her like he'd never stopped looking.
Everything else vanished.
With a primal roar of emotion, Rhiannan shifted, silver dragon scales erupting from her skin in a shimmering explosion. Gasps echoed through the courtyard and through Faenet as the world watched their goddess lose control.
She dove.
Spiraling down in dragon form, Rhiannan shifted mid air, magic bursting as her human form launched across the courtyard, bare feet slapping stone.
"AZARION!" she screamed, voice cracking, raw, shattered.
He caught her in a crushing grip as she collided with his chest, her legs wrapping around him, sobs wracking her body. Her nails dug into his shoulders. She didn't care. She needed to feel him.
"I'm here," he whispered, kissing her hair, face, lips, over and over. "I'm here, goddess."
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Above them, cameras captured every second, the world watching their divine queen sob in her chaos mate's arms, bonded souls wrapped in the aftermath of near ruin and resurrection.
And high above the mountains, the gods smiled.
Because the war was far from over.
But the goddess?
She was whole again.
The moment the door slammed shut behind them, Azarion's restraint shattered like glass.
Rhiannan barely had time to catch her breath before her back hit the wall with a muffled gasp, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he pinned her there with his massive frame. The heat radiating off him was molten, chaotic, ancient. He growled low in his throat, nose buried in the crook of her neck as his hands gripped her thighs, his claws lightly grazing her skin.
"Mine," he rasped, voice thick with need. "Fucking mine, and I will never let them take you again."
She didn't answer. She couldn't. Her mouth was already crushed under his, a kiss so desperate and consuming it made her toes curl. His tongue tasted like stormlight and danger, and her hips rocked against him on instinct. He chuckled darkly into her mouth, grinding against her soaked center.
"You're already dripping for me, goddess. Missed me that much?"
Her reply was a choked moan as he slid a hand between their bodies, pressing his thumb to her clit with wicked precision. She jerked and bit his lower lip, nails digging into his back.
Azarion growled in satisfaction. He shifted one arm under her to hold her up, while the other hand worked her mercilessly, pinching, circling, teasing her until her eyes rolled back and her thighs trembled around his hips.
"Say it," he snarled against her throat, licking the sweat slicked skin. "Say you belong to me. Say you'll never leave again."
"I belong to you," she gasped. "Forever."
He rewarded her with two thick fingers plunging deep into her heat, curling up and stroking that perfect spot that made her vision spark white. She screamed his name, not caring who heard, not caring that Faenet was probably blowing up with every moan and growl caught by the enchanted wardstones.
His mouth found her small pert breast, pulling the peaked nipple into his mouth as his fingers worked inside her, fast and rough. Her body convulsed as the first orgasm slammed into her like lightning, and Azarion drank in the way she broke apart for him.
He didn't stop.
He spun from the wall and carried her to the bed like she weighed nothing. She landed in a heap of tangled sheets and blissed-out limbs, only for him to flip her onto her stomach and haul her hips up.
"You want chaos, goddess? You mated it."
He buried himself inside her in one savage thrust. She cried out, the stretch perfect, maddening, and so deep she thought she might ascend on the spot. His pace was brutal, controlled only by the centuries of longing and rage he held just beneath his skin. It felt like he was fucking her soul.
Each stroke pounded her into the mattress, her screams muffled by the pillows as she clawed at the silks beneath her. He leaned over her back, one hand in her hair, the other snaking beneath her belly to circle her clit again. She hissed as he pinched hard, thrusting so deep she felt she might explode with ecstasy.
"Come for me again," he commanded. "Let the world hear who you belong to."
She shattered with a sob, stars bursting behind her eyes. He followed with a roar, hips jerking as he spilled deep inside her, claiming her in every way that mattered.
They collapsed into a tangled heap, breathless, shaking, and whole again.
He kissed her shoulder, reverent. "Never again, my goddess. Nothing will take you from me again."
Her reply was a sleepy, satisfied smile as she pressed her body closer to his.
"Good," she whispered. "Because I'm never letting you go either."