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Touched by the Deep (III)

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last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-28 16:07:40

Maeve no longer dreamed of the shore.

Days or what passed for days beneath the tides, flowed in a haze of heat and ache. Her body was changing faster now. She moved through the sea like she had always belonged to it, her legs strong and sleek, her lungs no longer straining even at the trench’s edge. Her skin held the shimmer of coral-light, her hair had turned weightless and thick like sea silk.

And at night, when she floated in the moss-bed and Orun-Kai came to her with his glowing eyes and restless tentacles, she welcomed him with an open body and a heart that burned like bioluminescent flame.

She was his. And he, dark god of the trench, keeper of ruin was utterly hers.

But tonight felt different.

She awoke curled against his chest, her skin slick with sweat and salt, a dull throb low in her abdomen. A hum vibrated from her womb, steady, ancient.

Orun-Kai was already awake, watching her with a stillness that made her stomach twist.

“What is it?” she whispered.

He touched her lower b
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