The Ceremony

There was one thing left for the couple to do. Nereus caressed the white hair of the female he adored so much. She had the silkiest texture to it, and he took a long moment to admire that, as well as the smooth pattern and general state of her hair, with regards to how it looks and feels. Her hair was one of his most precious possessions.

"Will you switch your inner energy with me?"

Amalthea was suddenly concerned for him.

"Are you sure you can handle it?"

She was much stronger than Nereus.

"I will try to, even if it would be the end of me."

That was not the answer she wanted to hear. Not now and not ever, her betrothed was too important.

"Are we having our first argument as path partners then?"

"No, you are technically still my betrothed. Now let me into you, my queen. Surrender your control to me."

He placed his lips on hers as he laid her above a bed of water inside the sea that floated in the sky, his energy was lucid and warm, humming inside of him, impatient to fill his female