Kael couldn’t speak anymore.
Not from silence, but from sheer surrender.
The ropes still held him wide, glowing threads stretched across his glowing limbs like sacred bindings. His skin was flushed and shimmering, runes pulsing across his thighs and hips like the heartbeat of a sleeping god. His hole was raw, still leaking, still twitching around nothing, begging to be filled again.
And the gods… were circling.
“You’ve taken each of us,” the fire god murmured, walking around Kael’s body like a beast around prey. “Again and again.”
“But you haven’t taken us together yet,” the shadow god whispered at his ear.
Storm stood above him, hard, dripping, gaze dark with want. “And you will. Because your body isn’t mortal anymore.”
Kael moaned softly, the sound broken. His belly still bulged w
