As we approached the Blue Mountains of Visu, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and wonder. There was a treehouse nestled high above the ground, its wooden beams blending seamlessly into the surrounding trees. A winding staircase led up to the entrance, and Lennon gestured for me to follow him. As we climbed the stairs, the cold mountain air nipped at my skin, and I shivered. He noticed and wrapped his arm around me, pulling me close.

"It's colder up here, isn't it?" he said, his breath warm against my ear. "Don't worry, I'll get the fire going soon."

We reached the top of the stairs and entered the treehouse, it was small but cozy and intimate. Lennon busied himself lighting the wood-burning stove, and I took a moment to look around. The interior was simple, yet elegant, with a large window that offered a breathtaking view of the surrounding mountains. It was warm and inviting, the wood-burning stove casting a warm golden glow over the space. The air was thick with the scent of wood smoke and the sweet, earthy aroma of the forest. The treehouse was small, with only enough space for a plush bed that dominated the center of the room. The bed was dressed in soft, linens and piled high with cozy, fluffy pillows and quilts in a rich, earthy color that seemed to blend seamlessly with the surrounding foliage. The quilts were adorned with intricate, hand-stitched patterns that seemed to shimmer and glow in the soft, ambient light that filled the space. The walls were made of rough-hewn wooden planks, and the floor was covered in a plush, woven rug that felt like silk beneath my bare feet. The windows were lined with delicate, lace-like curtains that filtered the sunlight and cast intricate patterns on the floor. He gestured for me to take a seat on the bed, and I sank down into the soft, plush pillows, feeling a sense of relaxation wash over me. The treehouse was a haven, a peaceful retreat from the stresses and dangers of the world outside. I felt safe and protected here, surrounded by the gentle, soothing sounds of the forest and the warm, comforting glow of the wood-burning stove. He smiled, seeming to sense my relaxation, and began making us a warm, spiced drink. As he worked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder and awe at the beauty and magic of this tiny, secluded world. It was as if we had stepped into a fairy tale, a world of enchantment and wonder that was hidden from the rest of the world. As the fire crackled to life, we huddled together on the bed, watching the flames dance.

"We're waiting for the sun to go down," Lennon said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Then you'll see why I brought you here."

I nodded, intrigued, and he began to shuffle his cards with one hand, sipping his drink with the other. He gazed out the window, his eyes lost in thought. Suddenly, one of the cards lit up, and his eyes snapped back to the deck. He pulled out the card and smiled, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

"What do the cards mean?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. "Why do they light up?"

He looked at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Interesting, you're the only person I've met since I made these cards that can see them light up. They're glamoured with magic, so only I can see them glow. Each card has a meaning, and it helps me keep a grasp on what's real and not real in The Dread."

He flipped the card over, revealing the Ace of Spades. "This one, for example, represents new beginnings, breakthroughs, and victory." He grinned.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I gazed at the card. "You never told me what the Ace of Spades means," I said, shocked at the synchronicity of it all.

His eyes locked onto mine, and he smiled. "I guess I didn't, but it's fitting, don't you think? You're a new beginning for me, Ace."

I felt a flutter in my chest at his words, and I looked away, trying to compose myself. He began to explain how he had made the cards, his voice low and soothing.

"I created them after the war. I was traumatized, and I needed something to help me cope, so I chose running away as my coping mechanism.” He shook his head in regret. “I traveled through the different territories, partying and...indulging. But it was a different time back then, and I was immature. I thought that being born with royal blood and more power than the typical Sidhe somehow made me immune to the consequences of breaking the laws." He paused, his eyes clouding over. "It took a couple of centuries before my power really started to fade. By that time, I was living here in Visu, and I called upon my...friend, Sully from the Saha territory. He helped me create the cards, to be used until I'm ready to turn my life around."

I felt a sense of wonder at the depth of Lennon's emotions, the complexity of his past. "What's the Saha territory?"

His eyes sparkled. "Saha is the mind of our world. They're the second most powerful territory in our world, under Viya. Those with Saha blood possess extremely powerful psychic abilities."

I felt my core tighten at the thought of such power. "Your world is so colorful and full of life," I said, my eyes locking onto his. "Maybe I just want a distraction from my amnesia, but I'm so deeply interested in your world. I'd love to see a map."

Lennon's heart warmed at the excitement in my eyes, and he smiled. "If what you desire is distraction, there's plenty of that here," his tone was suggestive. "But I think there’s more than that, Ace. You're inspiring me to want my power back, to be the person I once was. I'm going to work hard to get out of The Dread, to be powerful again. I want to provide for you, to be someone you can rely on."

My heart melted as the sun dipped below the mountains, he perked up and gestured to the window. "Look," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

I followed his gaze, and my breath caught in my throat as I saw a pack of wolves in the clearing ahead. There were dozens of them, their gray, almost blue fur glistening in the fading light. As one, they lifted their heads and began to howl, their haunting cries echoing through the mountains. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I listened to the wolves' song. It was a sound that was both beautiful and wild, a reminder of the power and ancient majesty of nature. His arm wrapped around me, pulling me close as we lounged there, mesmerized by the sight before us.

"I'm so glad I could share this with you," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.

I nodded, my eyes fixed on the wolves. "It's incredible, I've never seen anything like it."

The echoes of the howling seemed to wrap around us. Then one by one, the howling dissipated until the last wolf sung its song, almost as if it was saying goodnight to the world. As the wolves fell silent, Lennon turned to me and smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

I nodded, still feeling the effects of the wolves' song. "It was truly incredible," I repeated. "Thank you for bringing me here."

His arm tightened around me, pulling me close. "I'm always happy to share my world with you, Ace," he said, his voice low and husky.

Wrapped in each other's arms, I felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over me. It was a feeling that I had never experienced before, or maybe I had and couldn’t remember. But in this moment, it felt completely new, a sense of belonging and deep connection to someone else. As the night wore on, the fire in the stove burning low, he suggested we get some rest. We changed into comfortable clothes, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest as I caught a glimpse of his bare chest in the dim light. We snuggled close under the blankets, his arm wrapping around as he pulled me so close I was halfway on top of him. With my head on his chest, I listened to his heartbeat, it was a feeling of deep comfort and security, and I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be.

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He kissed my forehead, and I felt my body tingle. I laid my head on his chest as he whispered, "Goodnight Ace" But I didn’t want this night to end.

"I wanted to sleep next to you since the first night we met," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper.

His body heated in response, and he agreed with a low, husky tone, "I wish you would have told me that, I would have jumped at the chance." He pulled me closer, his chest a solid wall of muscle against my cheek.

"I was way too nervous to ask you," I admitted, my heart pounding in my chest.

He chuckled, the deep rumble of his laughter vibrating through his chest. "And what are you holding back now out of nerves?" he asked, his voice a gentle tease.

All this time, I had been suppressing my most carnal desires for him, afraid that he would catch my scent. But in answer to his question, I unleashed those thoughts, my scent permeating the entire treehouse. He hardened in response and growled in satisfaction, a primal sound that sent vibrations through my core. He cupped my chin, his fingers warm yet commanding, and lifted my head to meet his gaze. His eyes, like two burning stars, fixated on me with a hunger unlike any I had ever encountered. Without hesitation, he leaned in and claimed my lips in a searing kiss that set my body ablaze. Our tongues intertwined in a dance of desire, each lick a spark that threatened to consume us both. Moving lower, he trailed kisses down my neck. His lips were a gentle caress, but his touch was both tender and possessive. He cupped my breast and plunged a hand into my hair, tugging my head back to give himself better access. I closed my eyes, letting out a soft involuntary sound as I surrendered to him.

“You’re mine,” he growled. The words a promise, a declaration, and a vow all rolled into one.

And then I felt it. A gentle yet possessive bite, holding me there, marking me as his own. He grazed his hand down my nightgown. The fabric seemed to shimmer under his touch, and I felt my heart pound in anticipation as he slowly bunched it up my thighs. The deliberate slowness of his movements were a form of torture, each inch of fabric rising further up as it tickled my skin. His bite on my neck intensified, his fangs elongating and gently breaking through my skin. The sensation was almost unbearable, a surge of electric heat coursed through me and ignited every nerve. He held the bite, holding me in place, his grip dominating yet gentle. I was at his mercy, completely surrendered. I succumbed to the blissful trance, my body contorting begging him to touch me. His finger slipped between my legs where a pool of wetness grew and he purred in approval at the discovery. I let out a soft moan as he teased the most sensitive part of me, lazily sweeping the length of his hand up and down my center. It was as if my entire being was tuned to his touch, every nerve singing in harmony with his movements. His fangs slowly retracted leaving electric quivers pulsing through my neck. Then a wave of pleasure washed over me, like a tidal surge crashing against the shores of my soul. His lips crashed into mine as he plunged his fingers inside of me, his hand tightening its grip on my hair. The sheer size of his fingers consumed me whole as I tightened around them, my body arching into the kiss. Each thrust was a euphoric masterpiece, a seductive rhythm that left me moaning into his mouth and craving more. The world faded into obscurity, consumed by the sheer power of his strength and the haze from his mystical bite. With an expert flick of his thumb and centuries of honed expertise, he teased the sensitive spot just above my core. My back arched at the touch as I groaned into his mouth, my hips grinding against him, meeting his rhythm. The anticipation coursed through my veins, my muscles winding up as I neared my limit. I was almost there, tension rising. His hand pumping, my hair pulling, our tongues licking in a rhythmic dance. Grinding against him on the precipice of erupting, he felt me lingering on the edge.

And like a gentle nudge he breathlessly whispered “Come for me Ace...”

That was all it took and I cried out as I found that release. Waves of rolling pulses flooded through me as I exploded around his fingers. Tightening and throbbing around him, I breathlessly echoed his name, eliciting a feral growl of approval from him. It was almost overwhelming, my body surged and spasmed over and over. He eased his thrusts, slowing down into gentle sweeps, letting me ride the waves of my release.

"You are a vision of beauty when you surrender to me," His words were a deep, velvety murmur that sent delicious tingles cascading over me.

My body slackened at the sound of his voice. I felt drunk on his love, hypnotized by his touch. As I melted into a languid haze, he gently withdrew his fingers, his eyes still blazing with need. The air was heavy with the scent of us, and I could feel the weight of his gaze on me. He lifted his fingers to his mouth, and with a slow, deliberate movement, he sucked them clean. The sight was almost too much to bear; it was a primal act of possession, a declaration of his desire. His eyes locked onto mine as he savored the taste, his expression a mix of satisfaction and hunger. My blood heated as he licked away my essence, the sound of his tongue against his fingers seemed to echo through my entire body.

"You taste so fucking good," he whispered, his eyes filled with liquid desire.

In that instance, I was his entirely, consumed by the ecstasy he had bestowed upon me. His eyes, still burning with intensity, met mine, and I knew that this was far from over. All of it, this was just the beginning. The connection between us was palpable, a living, breathing thing that pulsed with every beat of our hearts. His face drew close, his lips hovering just above my neck in a tantalizing caress. And with a surge of magic, the bite mark disappeared, leaving behind only the memory of that electric feeling.

Then, with a daring smile, I whispered “My turn.”

I unbuttoned his pants, freeing him from the constraints that had held him captive. His cock sprang forth, a testament to his desire, and my eyes widened as I gazed upon its magnificence. With trembling fingers, I reached between my thighs and gathered the slickness that coated me. My hand was drenched with desire as I delicately coated his cock with my essence, igniting a primal growl deep within him.

"Fuck, Ace..." he rasped, his hips surging forward in animalistic desire

A devilish grin spread across my face, my heart racing with anticipation as I slowly worked him. The slickness from my release made each glide smooth and effortless, and I could feel his tension building with each movement. The sight of Lennon splayed out before me, watching in pure ecstasy as I gripped him, was almost too much to bear. Every muscle in his body seemed to relax into my touch, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath. I increased my speed, my fingers wrapping tightly around him, and he let out a low, husky moan that sent shivers down my spine. I wanted all of him, every last drop. The thought was primal, almost feral, and it drove me to grip harder, to feel him pulse beneath my touch. He was at my mercy, laid helpless before me, utterly at my command. His body arched slightly, his hips bucking forward, meeting my rhythm stroke for stroke. The air around us was charged with tension, the only sound the deep gasps and moans that escaped his lips. I felt his climax building, his body tensing as he approached the edge.

My lips met with his ear, and I breathlessly whispered, "I want to drain this cock so badly."

Those words were his ultimate undoing, shattering the last of his control. With a wild roar, he unleashed himself, every convulsion from his climax erupting through his body. His release poured out of him, dripping down my hand as I pumped him dry, milking every last drop from his exhausted body. Our lips met in a deep, devouring kiss as he pulsed in my hand. The intensity of his climax was like a symphony, a euphoric crescendo that left us both gasping for air. The world faded into oblivion, leaving us in a timeless void where only we existed. His arms wrapped around me, holding me in a possessive yet gentle grasp, as if he feared letting me go even in sleep. I nestled into his warmth, feeling the soft rise and fall of his chest, the gentle caress of his breath against my hair. In that moment, nothing else mattered. There was only the warmth of his body, the comfort of his presence, and the deep, abiding connection that bound us together. His lips grazed my forehead in a tender, delicate kiss, igniting warmth within me as my eyes drifted shut. The darkness enveloped us, a soft, velvet shroud that wrapped around our entwined bodies, and I felt safe, protected, and loved. His voice, a low, husky whisper, was the last thing I remembered before I succumbed to the allure of sleep. "You're mine," he whispered, his words a promise. And with my body relaxing into his, my heart beating in sync with his, I let go. Our bodies still warm from the passion that had consumed us, we drifted off together, lost in the dreams that only our connection could create.