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  “I accept what you offer and give myself in return,” she responded steadily. She tightened her fingers around his. Her heart thumped hard against her ribs, thrummed in the pulse in her neck. It was happening. It was really happening.

  “For eternity we will be as one flesh, sharing good and bad—one heart, one soul.” He bent and placed a kiss against each of her nipples, which immediately peaked. “Should we be so blessed, our babies will gain strength from your breasts.” He knelt and kissed the rise of her belly. “They will grow and be sheltered in your womb.” His gaze lifted to hers. “But if Apthgar does not will it, know that you are all I need forever.”

  She’d heard these words again and again in other ceremonies, and had scoffed to think the bridegrooms believed the vows they spoke. Too many noble marriages were made for the sole purpose of begetting an heir. And a spare or two. But now, looking into Callum’s eyes, dark with passion yet bright with love, Rahziya believed. She went to her knees in front of him. Lifting his hands, she placed a kiss in the broad palms. “These hands shall protect and nourish us.” She leaned forward and kissed his chest above his strongly beating heart. “This heart shall give you strength to love us and know you are loved. Forever.”

  He bent his head and captured her lips in a deep kiss. Tongues dueled, thrusting and parrying. He drew her closer, chest to breast, and his hard, thick cock branded her belly.

  Callum’s mouth trailed down her throat, leaving fire in its wake. She shivered at the rasp of his stubbled jaw against her skin. With one arm behind her and one braced on the ground, he lowered her onto the cloaks, making a space for himself between her thighs. His cock wedged between the lips of her sex. He slowly pumped his hips, sliding his shaft back and forth, wetting himself in her cream.

  Her clit swelled and throbbed with arousal. Rahziya tangled her fingers in his hair and felt her core spill more cream onto her labia.

  He kissed a path to one breast and nipped at the hard tip. It tightened even more, to the point of pain, and when he sucked it into the heat of his mouth, she cried out. He brought one hand up to her other breast and began twisting and pinching her nipple. The twin actions tugged all the way to her womb.

  She clutched Callum’s shoulders, then slipped her hands around to his chest. She thumbed across his nipples, exalting when they immediately stiffened. He groaned and slid farther down her torso to her pussy. Long fingers spread her folds. At the first touch of his tongue, she jolted.

  He swiped up her slit, the pointed tip of his tongue flicking her clit then leaving it to journey back down. It fluttered at her opening and she gasped, lifting her hips, wordlessly demanding a firmer touch.

  His tongue thrust into her channel. He fucked into her with quick, sharp jabs. Her hips rose and fell to meet each stroke. Just as her climax was about to crest, he pulled away, gentling her with nibbles along the swollen lips of her sex.

  Then Rahziya felt something warm and smooth slide between her folds. Different from what his cock had felt like. She raised her head and looked down to see the Jewel of Apthgar nestled between her nether lips. Callum’s big hand guided it back and forth, twisting it to get it slick with her juices. As he began gently working the phallus into her sheath, it became supple as if the very structure of the crystal were somehow changed by the act of joining. Her gaze jerked to his face.

  His eyes were stormy with passion, his face hard and intent. He held her gaze for a heart-stopping moment then looked down at the length of lavender crystal he was feeding inch by inch into her wet, hot body.

  A muscle flexed in his jaw. “God above, you are so beautiful.” He gave a twist of his wrist and the phallus rode across the muscles of her pussy. Heat shot through her. She jerked, crying out, and let her head fall back onto the folded cloaks. He paused, letting her body adjust to the invasion. “I will always remember this moment, Zee. Always.”

  He began working the Jewel in and out of her, the strokes at first slow and deliberate then, as her body creamed even more, he began fucking it into her fast and hard and deep. Bending, he took her clit in his mouth and suckled her.

  Her climax roared through her like a whirling vortex. On the next in stroke, her sheath clamped down onto the phallus as her back bowed, and she quaked and cried beneath him.

  Leaving the crystal snug inside her body, Callum leaned down and kissed her, his mouth open and hungry.

  Small tremors still racked her. Rahziya mewled into his mouth. “I want you,” she breathed.

  “And have me you shall.”

  He slowly pulled the amethyst phallus out of her sheath, his mouth on hers the entire time. When her body was empty once more, he handed the Jewel, slick with her cream, to Bec, who took it carefully by the base and waited.

  The amethyst phallus continued to pulse with light—the ceremony was not yet complete.

  Callum helped Rahziya straddle him. Taking his erection in one hand, he stroked through her folds, lubricating himself with her juices, then presented the fat head of his cock to her opening. His fingers tightened on her hips as he forced his way past swollen, clinging muscles until he was fully seated, his balls resting against the curves of her ass.

  Paradise. His cock was once more where it belonged and that it was part of the marriage ceremony made this joining magical. He gritted his teeth against the urge to slam into her the way his body craved. There was more to do, but soon. Soon he would know the feel of her sweet cunt milking his shaft.

  Pushing up on his elbows, he pressed his mouth to her throat. She shivered and bent toward him. He took her lips in a long kiss, then lay back down and waited for Bec to continue the ceremony.

  The magi handed the Jewel to Callum and went to his knees behind Rahziya. Callum could feel the magi’s finger against his cock as Bec stroked into her anus. Callum knew exactly when Bec added another finger, because she jerked and cried out.

  Keeping his cock fully seated within her, Callum gathered her cream onto his fingers and slicked them over the amethyst phallus. He swirled his fingers through her folds again and held the Jewel out to Bec.

  The magi nodded. From the position of Bec’s hand, Callum could tell the other man had begun to press the phallus into her rosebud opening.

  She gasped and bore down.

  “Relax, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Let it in.”

  Her head dropped and her muscles slowly eased. Bec continued the slow insertion, pulling the once-again-supple phallus out and pushing it back in until it was fully inside her except for the thick base. The slender crystal made her sheath feel even tighter around Callum’s cock.

  Bec paused, letting both of them get used to the fullness. “Are you all right, princess?”

  “Oh good god. If I were any more all right I’d be dead.”

  Callum laughed, though even to his ears it was strained. His body demanded action, and he was ready. She was ready.

  He began driving into her steadily, feeling Bec stroking the phallus in and out of her anus in time to his cock in her pussy. As Callum’s own need built, his thrusts turned to fast, hard jabs.

  She moaned, shoving her hips down against him, meeting the slam of his pelvis with demand of her own.

  All too soon his orgasm roiled up from his balls. “Now,” he gritted, wanting Rahziya to find her completion with him. He moved one hand to her pussy and rubbed her clit. The thrust of the phallus rippling over his cock through the thin membrane was like a piston. Rahziya’s gripping flesh swelled even further. She cried out, her muscles clamping down on his shaft. She quaked around him, over him, sobbing and gasping.

  Callum roared his release, his cock jetting hotly inside her.

  As he collapsed against her, dimly he heard the magi pronounce, “By the great god Apthgar, I hereby declare this union binding and complete.”

  Epilogue

  Two hours later, both of them had cleansed themselves and redressed and now sat alone by the side of the stream. Several of the men had gone off to scout for their horses, which
Rahziya hoped weren’t too far off.

  “Now what?” Callum’s voice was soft, his arm around her shoulders a warm and welcome weight.

  She turned her head to look at him. “If we go first to Apth, your father will claim it a victory and try to keep the Jewel. The same thing will happen if we go to Gar.” She sighed and shrugged. Closing her eyes, she twisted, wrapping her arms around his waist. She rested her head against his firm chest. “I wish we could just stay here.” Then remembering exactly where here was, she straightened and met his gaze, rife with humor. “Well, not here in Dearthrealm, but somewhere where it’s just the two of us.”

  He tucked her head into the crook of his neck and rested his face against the top of her head. “I’d like that too, sweetheart.” His sigh stirred her hair. “Yet we both have responsibilities to return to.”

  Him more so than me, she thought with some sadness. Now that the heat of passion had dulled to smoldering embers instead of roaring flames, she felt the weight of her father’s coming disapproval. Yet she wouldn’t undo a thing.

  Callum snapped his fingers, startling her.

  She sat up straight and stared at him. “What?”

  “I’ve got it.” His grin was wide and infectious. “We’ll send messengers to both those old bastards, asking them to meet us on middle ground. Your father will believe he’s meeting you and my father will think he’s meeting me. You know they’ll each come with tremendous fanfare to welcome home their victorious child.” He stroked his fingers down her cheek. “When we stand before them and the assembled throngs, proclaiming our union and holding this—” He reached over and picked up the Jewel of Apthgar, which immediately began to glow. “They’ll have to stand with us. The people won’t allow anything else.”

  Rahziya took hold of the amethyst artifact just below Callum’s big hand. The glow intensified, just as it had before. He was right. There was no way their fathers could deny this sign.

  She smiled. The coming days wouldn’t be easy and for a time—perhaps a very long time—they would have to live a while in each city. Alternating seasons would work. Her smile widened. She’d always enjoyed her diplomatic visits to Apth in the spring.

  Come what may, she had her man by her side and the Jewel of Apthgar to forever bless their union.

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  Sherrill Quinn grew up in Northeast Ohio on the southern edge of the snow belt. After sloshing through too many winters of ice and snow, she moved to southern Arizona where she’s lived since 2000. After twenty years building a career in Human Resources, she went back to her early love of writing and started a second career in erotic romance in early 2005.

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