Epilogue...The Golden Years

Surthara proved early on to be a fast friend, earnest lover, and magnanimous Mistress. You moved into her dorm the very next morning, after waking up to her literally eating you out, sending you down a dizzying spiral of dread before soaring back up on wings of desire and delirious joy.

You paid her back with a much softer punishment, sliding your tongue up her ass and scooping up her quivers and moans like melting ice cream as she healed herself and writhed wet and wanton. When you both recovered after about an hour of soft strokes, softer words, and the softest kisses, you decided to move in together and try to become the most formidable power couple on campus.

It wasn't an easy journey. You met plenty along the way that would seek to split you up either to steal one of you away, out of jealousy of your growing power and pleasure, or just in fear of your combined strength, but you both watched the other's back and complemented each other's weaknesses with your strengths.

Where Sur is powerful and proud and punishing, you are gentle and guileless and full of grace. Where she is hot headed and hurt and filled with hate, you are level headed and healing and filled with hope and love. She makes you feel fearless when everything seems terrifying, makes you feel capable when nothing seems to go right, and makes you feel so safe even in the deepest pits of Hell that you can reach into a dark, dangerous part of yourself to channel magiks rare and risky and rapturous.

Your fields of study are as drastically different as your personalities, but you find the connections and fit in your arcane abilities and it drives both of you to the top of your class and beyond. You graduate with honors, and a target on your backs as the underworld watches and waits to see what the most powerful pair in Hell will do if they every decide to really let loose. Sur loves watching them suffer, and you aren't so sweet that you don't get a certain satisfaction from seeing would be bullies bow before her.

Still, you prefer a gentle touch and your diplomacy ends up making you more dangerous than your dark arts. In a mere year of graduating, you have already bound so many rival factions in a tangle of treaties and cease fire agreements that anyone trying to topple you would set off armageddon thrice over. Not that either of you have any plans to rule over Hell, but you learned early on that you're only safe when you can hurt your potential enemies worse than they can hurt you, and that the best victory is convincing them that makes you all allies.

It was on your first anniversary that you pledged your heart to Sur, and she offered hers in return. You suppose it shouldn't have surprised you. She might be your Mistress most of the time, but that's just because she knows it's what you need from her. She came to realize that she needs your sweet subby softness just as much. Sure, there are things you can't give to each other, but their absence is dwarfed by the enormity of what you share. Now her heart lives in your chest, all beautiful and bloody and covered in raw red thorns, and yours lives in Surthara, a gleaming gem of purple perfection.

As a result, you hold no power over each other and your love is your own, but you can feel each others emotions enough to know you couldn't love each other more if you were enchanted. The exquisite elf is enchanting enough as it is and she lovers her vivacious vvitch as if she were spellbound. Neither of you knows where you're journey will lead you. Perhaps you'll fulfill your foes greatest fears and conquer Hell and who knows what else? Earth seems like easy pickings and Heaven itself seems hollow compared to the depths of your love. Maybe you'll just grow old together for eternity, a never ending ageless Golden Age of love and learning.

Whatever your fate, you will face it together both **** and mistress of each other's hearts, living...