"Raith," I gasp, clinging to him with my free arm. "I'm going to⁠—"

"Yes," he hisses, his movements growing more urgent. "Come for me. Now."

My release crashes through me like a tidal wave, stealing my breath, my thoughts, leaving only sensation in its wake. My back arches, my head thrown back in abandon as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. The tether between us magnifies everything, creating a barrage of ecstasy that seems endless.

Dimly, I'm aware of the water responding to my power, creating a vortex around us as if we're in the eye of a storm. But unlike the disaster of my childhood, this power is contained, controlled, never threatening to harm Raith or myself. Never out of control. Not this time.

Raith's rhythm falters as my inner walls pulse around him. With a hoarse shout, he follows me over the edge, his body tensing, his face buried in my neck as his cock throbs and pulses within me, filling me with a fresh wave of subtle warmth. Through the tether, I feel his release as if it were my own, triggering a second, smaller climax that leaves me trembling in his arms.

The water around us has reached near-boiling temperatures, his fire essence completely unchecked in the throes of passion. Steam fills the room, thick enough that I can hardly see anything at all. The rain continues to pour. Compared to the heat Raith is generating, it almost feels cool now.

For long moments, we stay tangled together, our hearts pounding in tandem, our foreheads pressed together. Neither of us speaks—there are no words adequate for what we've just shared. I can feel his wonder, his satisfaction, his lingering desire... and beneath it all, something deeper that neither of us is ready to name.

Finally, reluctantly, he eases me off him, keeping me close as we float in the cooling water. My legs feel boneless, my entire body liquid with satisfaction.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice rough.

I nod, too overwhelmed for words. I sense his concern, his fear that he might have hurt me or pushed too hard.

"I'm perfect," I reassure him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "That was..." I trail off, unable to find the right words.

"Yeah," he agrees, understanding completely. "It was."

The rain above us slows to a gentle drizzle, then stops entirely. The enchanted clouds disperse, leaving only moonlight to illuminate the room. I study his face in the silvery glow.

"I still feel bad I changed your scars," I admit, tracing where the scars used to knot and tangle his flesh and now they only cause it to ripple and shine. "They were part of you. Part of your story."