Warning: Sex/Insect scene ahead.

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Vaelor found Morrigan in her chambers after leaving the underground cell.

She sat before a dark mirror while strands of dark magic moved through her red hair, weaving intricate braids without the help of servants.

The room smelled faintly of moonflowers and smoke.

Morrigan saw him immediately through the reflection.

Neither of them spoke. For a long moment, cthey simply looked at one another through the mirror.

Most people found Vaelor difficult to read.

Morrigan never had. She recognized the tension in his posture. ’What’s wrong, Brother?”

Vaelor took one step forward at her question.

Morrigan rose slowly from her chair. The strands of dark magic abandoned her unfinished braid as if even they understood something had shifted.

The silence burned between them.

Morrigan’s crimson gaze locked onto his.

“You’ve been staring at me for an awfully long—”

The rest of the sentence died down in her thraot when Vaelor crossed the distance between them and caught her face between his hands.

Then he kissed her.

Hard.

Morrigan made a startled sound against his mouth before kissing him back with equal force.

Centuries of distance shattered instantly.

The dark mirror behind her trembled. Dark magic crackled through the room, and neither of them cared.

Vaelor deepened the kiss, and Morrigan’s fingers tangled in the front of his shirt, dragging him closer as though even that wasn’t close enough.

The world seemed to narrow.

Finally they broke apart. They barely broken apart.

Their foreheads rested together, both breathing harder than before.

Vaelor’s eyes remained closed for a moment.

“I missed you.” He mumured, his voice rough for the first time ever.

Morrigan’s breath caught.

For all her power, and for all her composure, those three words struck deeper than anything else.

Then she grabbed the front of his shirt and kissed him again.

The force of it drove him backward.

His shoulders struck the wall. He laughed against her mouth.

Morrigan kissed him hsed. She intended to make up for every years they had spent apart. When they finally separated again, neither moved far.

Vaelor rested his forehead against hers.

His hands settled at her waist. “I hated every day without you.”

Morrigan swallowed.

The admission sounded almost angry.

Her fingers brushed his jaw. “I could have come sooner.” She whispered with regret.

His eyes opened, dark and intense. “I also should have. I was far away when I heard you were back.”

Morrigan’s heartbeat stumbled.

For a long moment they simply stood there, breathing the same air, sharing the same space, looking at one another as though the rest of the world had ceased to exist.

Morrigan smiled. “I was worried you might find someone else. I was gone for ten_”

“Three hundred four years and two months.” Vaelor cut her off. “Time doesn’t flow the same in the wolf realm, remember? It was ten years over there, but three centuries over here.”

Morrigan smiled at him. She separated from him, and returned to the mirror, resuming her braids again.

“You visited her.” Morrigan began. “She’s all over you.”

“I did.”,

Morrigan hummed. “And?”

Vaelor’s expression remained unreadable. “She’s exactly what the records suggested.”

The magical braids paused.

Vaelor folded his hands behind his back. “Can your braids wait?” he asked, raw hunger ozing out of him.

Morrigan turned to him. “Not before you tell me why you visited her.”

His violet eyes narrowed slightly. “I needed her to bow. She refuses to bend, and I will need the power that would come from her submission.”

A slow smile appeared on Morrigan’s face.

Vaelor brows cane together. “Can your braids wiat?” he repeated.

Morrigan stood from her chair. She went on, as if he hadn’t ask her something else. “The moment she starts obeying, she becomes predictable.”

She walked toward the window.

Vaelor watched her. “Morrigan_”

She cut him off. “I waited ten years.” Her smile widened. “I’ve earned the right.”

Morrigan leaned against the window frame.

The dead landscape stretched beyond the glass. “We’ll have to be careful with her if she refuses to bow for so long, the hair might lose it’s power.”

Vaelor’s gaze darkened.

Morrigan looked at him. “Say something.”

Vaelor shook his head. “I was thinking we bend her knees ourselves.”

The room fell silent.

Morrigan studied him, then she sighed. “Oh, Vaelor!” She called fondly.

“What?”

“Somethings needs patience, and right now, we need it.”

Vaelor frowned. His jaw tightened, and Morrigan laughed.

“You’ve already started planning.”

Vaelor didn’t deny it.

Rather, he crossed the distance between them, and gripped her shoukder softly. “Enough about Aire.” He grunted, and pinned her back to the wall.

Morrigan chuckled softly. “I thought you’d never take it yourself.” she laughed.

Then, she parted her legs instantly in acceptance, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Vaelor quickly unbelted his belt, and drove himself into her.

Morrigan gasped when he filled her up. Vaelor moaned, adjusted his stand, and sealed their lips again.

He held her close as he continued to go in. She parted from the kiss, and threw her head back, her lips slightly parted in a silent gasp, feeling every inch pushing into her, trying to keep still but she found herself unable to, writhing with pleasure at how much he was filling her.

She had missed this feeling.

It’s been ten years for her, but theee centuries for him. She doesn’t even want to imagine how much he had starved himself waiting for her.

Vaelor pushed the entirety of his cock into her, and kept still so she could get used to it. He opened his eyes and tilted her head toward him with his thumb and index finger at her chin. She looked at him deliriously but smiling and he kissed her lips again.

“I waited three centuries, Morrigan.” He mumured against her lips. “But I’ll be lying if I say I can wait a day more.”

She moaned as he continued to spear her with his thick cock. She rotated her hips slightly allowing him to stretch her comfortably.

Morrigan accepted his kiss, not ever wanting to draw away from his intoxicating scent and taste and feel.

He swayed his hips slightly as he pushed deeper into her. His thrusts grew faster and harder.

She wrapped her legs around him tighter, letting him slide in and out with more ease. She bent her head to his neck softly nibbling in between gasps and moans of pleasure.

Sweat was beginning to form at his brow.

Vaelor pushed her harder up against the wall, asserting his dominance and taking control, just the way Morrigan liked it.

He was holding her by her thighs and ass, penetrating her as far as he would go. A pitched moan escaped from his mouth as she kissed and nibbled his neck.

He hated Aire more at that moment for taking this from him for three centuries.