Chapter 65: Chapter 65

IRIS

I sucked in my breath as he slowly thrust into me.

The feeling was overwhelming as I watched him slowly lose control of his body.

“You are so tight,” he whispered.

He supported himself on his forearms, glancing between my legs.

An incredible feeling filled me; it was his own satisfaction as he watched his dick slide into me.

The wetness embraced him, just making it that much easier to slide in.

His movements were slow and gentle.

But each of his thrusts got a little bit stronger, until he pushed into me to the base.

His eyes fell on mine, the purple glitter in his eyes only intensifying.

“Harder?...really?” he asked me when he heard my thoughts.

“Please,” I gasped.

He watched me, his eyes burning into mine as he started thrusting harder into me.

I had longed for his closeness for so long.

My desire for him was now too intense.

Every movement he made triggered a firework of desire in me.

The force of each shove made my body shudder, my breasts bounce.

I had no more control over my body, and certainly not over my thoughts.

He drew in a sharp breath as my erotic fantasies swirled in my head.

My moan escaped me, a soft gasp that built gently to a rhythmic sound.

Full of devotion... full of pleasure.

“More…” I said in a shaky voice.

His hands slipped under my knees, gently placing them over his shoulders.

“Watch,” he said, placing his palm gently on my lower belly.

The pressure he created as he began to move was giving me goosebumps.

My gaze was locked on the spot where we connected.

His long, thick dick penetrated me; I could feel all the veins popping on it, leaving a trail of his desire on the walls of my pussy with his every movement.

His palm on my lower abdomen made him moan.

He could feel exactly how far he was thrusting into me, how much he was expanding my pussy.

“Good girl…” he moaned out between faster and harder thrusts. “You take it so well.”

The lust swelled like a wave, my mind switched off.

There was only this urgent rhythm that flooded everything else.

“Avery,” I moaned.

His every thrust drove me higher, his shaft hit me right where the heat burned the most.

Harder...deeper.

I could feel him gripping me tighter, speeding up until nothing could hold him back.

His lips pressed against mine, a tender kiss before he started whispering against my lips.

“Do you feel how deep I am inside you... I want to hear you, darling... your moans…” he breathed out.

The pressure in my stomach built up and increased.

A huge pressure full of happiness that made my whole body tremble.

“You’re doing so well... so good for me... cum for me... let me feel you,” he said.

His pace got wilder, no more playing, just ramming, hard and merciless.

His dick hammered into me as if he wanted to pierce me, deeper, each time with a short, wet slap as our bodies hit each other.

I clawed at the sheets, trying to find my grip, but he yanked me back, pulling me up by the hips so that each thrust landed right where I could barely stand it.

His breath was hoarse, his gaze fixed, watching me lose myself, my mouth dropping open without making a sound.

Too much. Too fast.

The heat spread through my body, a dull pressure that grew with every thrust.

I could feel his muscles tense, how he pushed even harder until I couldn’t think anymore.

His rhythm became more irregular, stumbling... and then his fingertips found my swollen clit.

The slow, circular movements of his fingers caused me to freeze.

My body didn’t obey me anymore.

Every gentle movement over my clit made my legs tremble as his dick slid deep inside me.

More and more until I couldn’t hold it any longer, an uncontrolled twitching of my whole body.

A deep, animalistic pulse erupted inside me, as if his dick was trying to dig into the walls of my pussy.

I could feel how it swelled inside me.

How every artery, every nerve on it tensed.

My moans got louder, just like his as he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“That’s it, baby... don’t hold back,” he whispered, his voice shaky.

Avery’s fingers clawed into my hips, pulling me even tighter, his body trembling.

I could feel the throbbing and twitching of his dick deep inside me.

The muscles of my pussy clenched around him, the release of my orgasm so hard as he rolled over me. Liberating… relieving.

A wave of ecstasy washed over me, right to my core.

My whole body was trembling. My legs were twitching uncontrollably as my own cries mingled with his.

His groan was rough as my pussy clutched him, milking him with small, hungry contractions as he emptied himself again and again.

A final twitching thrust, then a heavy, satisfied sigh against my lips.

Avery’s body lay heavily on top of me, his breath warm on my shoulder while his dick still throbbed gently inside me.

I felt every little aftershock in him… and in me.

My muscles were soft, flabby from the tension. Each time he moved, something inside me twitched like an echo of the past climax.

I breathed deeply, feeling the heat between us turn into warmth.

Even my heartbeat slowed as he started to caress my body.

“I love you so much,” he said, out of breath. “I need you not only as my mate… I need you as my equal,” he added.

I blinked a couple of times as he watched me with amusement.

“What?” I asked him, confused.

“You have heard me right,” he said with a laugh.

He moved slowly inside me, drawing a soft moan from me as my body responded to him again.

“Become my wife… become our Queen. It would be an honor to have you by my side, as my equal, my partner for life,” Avery said softly.

The emotion overwhelmed me. My bottom lip trembled as he gazed lovingly over my face.

It wasn’t the title that mattered to me.

It was about his immense love for me, and his desire to have me by his side.

And this time for good.

“Is that a yes?” he asked with a smile.

I could only nod, as my tears began to flow.

Our souls were now closer than ever before.

It was more than just a connection; we were entwined, two hearts beating to the same rhythm.

And Avery felt it. I could see it in those eyes that looked at me as if I was the light in the darkness.

Timorax tried to tear us apart.

But his hatred had been crushed by our love.

What he tried to destroy in Avery, I had brought back piece by piece.

Not with force, not with violence, but with a tenderness that could heal even the deepest wounds.

“You want us to get married?” I asked him.

Avery smiled at me as he lay next to me.

“It’s different from the human world… this is a bond that goes much deeper than you think,” he explained.

My confusion had to be amusing; I could see it in his expression.

“We should freshen up… before we go to the Tree of Power. There we will make a vow. And every inhabitant of Antaris will know… that from now on you will rule our land with me,” he said.

I didn’t realize what he meant by that. I didn’t understand the ceremony, or why we had to hold it in front of the Tree of Power.

But I was ready to do it. I would do anything for Avery, and this proof of our love was something we both needed now.

The white dress I was wearing once belonged to his mother. It was only worn on these special occasions, and was always passed down to the next queen.

The dress was a masterpiece, created for someone who was more than a queen. Made of shimmering, snow-white fabric, as light and noble as if it had been woven from moonlight itself, it flowed over my slim shape in gentle curves, hugging my upper body before falling to the floor in soft, majestic folds.

The corset, a work of art in itself, was studded with countless diamonds that sparkled like frozen stars even in the faintest of light. Every step I took caused them to flash, as if I wasn’t wearing a dress but the sparkle of the Milky Way itself.

And then there was the crown on my head. Not a heavy diadem, but a delicate structure of shimmering gold, shaped like the leaves of the long-gone Tree of Power.

It sat lightly on my head as if it belonged there, as if the last remnants of that ancient magic had joined together to form this jewelry to crown its wearer. It was not a wedding dress; it was the garment of a ruler, a warrior, a woman to whom even time itself bowed.

And I wore it as if it were not just cloth and stone, but a part of me, untouchable, eternal, irresistible.

Avery was wearing one of his father’s elven robes. But this one was made with just as much love and detail as my own.

He looked so noble, so incredibly proud, with his father’s crown on his head. I took his hand as he held it out to me while he looked at the Tree of Power.

And before my eyes, a miracle was born. The Tree of Power was no longer a wilting trunk; it stood there in radiant splendor, as if the universe itself had recreated it.

Its trunk, glistening white wood, shone like polished ivory, suffused with a soft, pulsating light, as if living magic flowed through its veins. The branches spread out majestically, arching in elaborate, floating patterns, as if they were not following gravity but a mysterious law of their own.

At their tips, hundreds of tiny golden leaves sparkled, each one a masterpiece that seemed to breathe in an invisible wind. The pale, gray aura that had once enveloped it like a shroud had disappeared.

Instead, countless shimmering colors now danced around it—alive, vibrating, as if they were made of pure sunshine. They circled the tree in gentle sweeps, as if celebrating its rebirth, as if it were not just a tree, but the heart of the world itself.

“I accept my duties as king…with Iris by my side. We will protect Antaris. Even if it costs our lives,” I heard Avery say.

A gentle sound emerged from the tree, and golden, glittering dust settled around us. It was the same golden sparkle I saw in Avery’s eyes.

At that moment, a realization pierced me so deeply and powerfully that my breath caught. The Tree of Power had given us more than just its blessing; it had fused us with Antaris itself.

Like Avery, I could now feel every single being of our people, their rejoicing hearts, their overflowing joy at our marriage that rippled through the crowd like a wave. They knew it…they felt it.

And then I saw it. Countless tiny lights—golden, emerald green, deep blue, violet, even black and brilliant white—floated around the tree like fireflies.

It was them. The people of Antaris, their souls visible, dancing, laughing, a sea of light and joy.

Thousands of good, pure beings, whose love and hope hit me with such force that a tear rolled down my cheek. The power of the tree swept through me, not like a storm, but like a gentle river of infinite wisdom.

Avery squeezed my hand a bit tighter. His heart was beating in a rhythm filled with so much love and honor that I looked up at him instinctively.

“We have a mission,” he whispered, his voice low and full of determination.

I didn’t have to think. The answer was already in my soul, as clear as the sky above us.

“I know,” I replied softly. “We have to protect our people.”

And in that moment, I knew we were not just rulers. We were their shield. Their light. Their last hope.