Wild Berry Meadow Join [m]y cult and be my lover for the day, b*tch

Her magick is not unfounded; the gods answer as they always have. 

His promise is almost too good to be true - a vow that she will take the place of Zula, that the darkling is hers as she has always been his regardless of whether he initially returned such emotion. 

"I have always been yours, darkling, even before the gods led me to you. My servitude is yours, for as long as my lungs draw breath," Pixie whispered softly, stumbling over the words as she's swept up in the tempo of newly discovered pleasure. 

Though I fear that may not be long if you keep this up. 

Her head turns as he nips her ears, wild gaze burning for once with clarity as it meets sapphires of beautiful cruelty.

She's never been more sure of anything in her life.