I bit back a curse, wondering if counting by sevens really would work to stave off my impending orgasm. I found her swollen clit and pulsed my thumb against it, savouring the little squeak she made.

“And I will forever belong to you,” I vowed. “No matter what the future and the Soul Realms need from me, first and foremost, I am yours, Mouse.”

I stroked her clit, stoking her pleasure as I sat up, finding one nipple and taking it between my teeth. She sucked in a breath, her pussy quivering as she slid up and down on me.

“So responsive here,” I rasped against the pointy peak, flicking it with my tongue. I fired off a silent thank you that her body was so primed for me as I gripped her backside with one hand and guided her into a rhythm. Thrust, stroke, flick. Thrust, stroke, flick, pleasuring her with cock, and fingers, and tongue, until she was nothing but a writhing, gasping mess atop me, her movements erratic as she cried out, her clit throbbing under my thumb, her pussy gripping me so tight with the pulses of her climax that I had no choice but to follow her right over that precipice.

She collapsed against me, that second, intense orgasm dragged from her by my mystical semen, and I clasped her to my chest, stroking her sweat-soaked hair. Finally, finally, with her safe in my arms, that tightness in my chest, the feeling I’d had too often since I’d met her, eased, and all I felt was the steady thump of my … my heart, beating in time with hers as she slowly came back to earth.

“Whatever happens next, SJ, just promise me … we’re in this together now, okay?” she mumbled in a rough, well-pleasured voice, her fingers trailing tiny patterns against my ribs.

“Together, Mouse. From now on.”

Epilogue: Not Quite One Year Later

Jemma

“This is your ten-minute warning, Ferretcon!” Esther’s abrasive voice blasted over the speakers. “Doors open in ten minutes!”

My finger hovered over the refresh button on the email browser on my phone. I smoothed the unwrinkled fabric of my leather corset with a sweaty palm, very deliberately setting it down and scrubbing my hands against my mini skirt to try and wipe the nerves away.

Later. I would check again later.

“You all set, Jem?”

I looked up into the calm face of Jules. Even with a giant Falcor writhing wildly in her arms, she seemed unflappable.

I plastered a grin on my face. “Yeah! Abso-positively ready to rock and roll!” I blathered, adding an extremely corny double thumbs up, just to really ram home that I was the opposite of ‘all set’. “Is my makeup smudged?”

Jules smiled sympathetically but let me deflect. “You’re perfect! And of course you are, when I’m the one who did your face for you!”