The woman sprinted as fast as she could. Tears flew down her cheeks. The grass was soft underneath her feet, but then would die and brown from the contact with her skin. Her legs felt as if they were going to give out if she continued to run anymore. She was exhausted and searched for a place to hide.

She found a large tree and ran to the other side. She leaned back against it and took a deep breath, trying to regulate her breathing once more. She held a hand up to her chest as she snuck a quick glance around the tree.

They were gone.

The people who had been chasing her since she stepped foot into the Emerald Realm were finally gone. She closed her eyes as she continued to work to catch her breath. She didn't know why these people were following her. Their white, horned masks and red robes will be forever stained in her memory.

Sharp, white hot pain seared through her hand and chest. She slowly opened her eyes, tears threatening to fall once more down her cheeks. She looked down and saw a large spear sticking out of her hand and chest. A cry fell out of her mouth at the sight, but that only caused her more pain.

Dark laughter came from all sides of her. She picked her head up to see the people who had been chasing her stalking toward her. She couldn't see their faces because of the horrible horned masks, but could hear the dark laughter coming from behind the masks. The woman opened her mouth to scream, but was cut short when a sword sliced through her neck.

Melione shot up in bed, clutching her chest. Her body was clammy as she looked down at her chest. There wasn't a spear. She was fine.

"Melione?" Grym's voice brought her attention over to him. His eyes were full of worry as he looked her over. His hands gently moved down her arms before wrapping around her, bringing her down to lay next to him. "You were screaming in your sleep," he whispered against her forehead.

Melione clung to him as her body began to shake. "It was horrible," she whispered.

Grym held her tighter as he stroked her hair, tucking loose strands behind her ear. "Do you want to take about it?"

Melione slowly nodded. "I think I need to." She slowly sat up and leaned against the headboard. "I was running through the Emerald Realm, although it wasn't me. I think it was another deity."

Grym sat up and stared at her. "Do you know which deity it was?"

Melione shook her head. "No. But I do think I know what the cult looks like now. The deity had memories of them." She waved her hand. "Anyways, she was running through the Emerald Realm and hid behind a tree. The cult then shot her through the chest with a spear." Her voice shook from the memory of the pain the deity went through. The pain was real to her. She felt it herself.

Grym was silent for a moment. "I think we need to go to the Emerald Realm."

"You think?" She turned to look at him before nodding in agreement. "I agree. I think I witnessed one of the cult's murders." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I don't think I could go back to sleep."

Grym placed a light kiss on her forehead before bringing her down to lay beside him, back to his chest. "Try, Melione. If we are going to be heading to the Emerald Realm, you need your rest."

Melione nodded as she moved closer to him. She closed her eyes and wished for sleep, but it never came. She moved around and tried to turn, but Grym's arm kept her against him.

"If you keep moving around like that I won't be able to get any sleep," Grym's deep voice murmured in her ear.

Melione chuckled slightly. "I'm sorry, I just can't go back to sleep. Every time that I closed my eyes I could see the spear sticking out of that deity's chest. I don't want to have another nightmare."

"Maybe I could distract you from the nightmare," his voice dropped another octave, causing a slight shiver to run down her spine.

Melione's lips curved into a small smile. She wasn't about to deny that the closeness of his body to hers was creating a pool of heat in her core. She pushed her ass against him, already feeling him harden against her. "What do you have in mind?" Grym moved her so he could lean over her. Melione ran her hands up and down his chest, outlining his muscles. She leaned up and pressed her lips lightly against his. "Touch me, Grym."

Grym pushed the blankets away from them as he moved his hand down her body. They were already naked from their erotic escapade earlier before they fell asleep. She can't deny her body craving for him. Melione will admit that she hasn't had someone as attentive to her body as Grym was. He seemed to know exactly where and how she needed to be touched. She may not admit it to him, but he was the best that she has had.

Grym's fingers brushed against her sex before pushing between her folds. He growled as he realized how wet she already was. "Fuck."

Melione spread her legs further, giving him more access. "Grym," she moaned as he inserted two fingers into her and rubbed her clit with the palm of his hand.

"Say my name again," he groaned into her ear. His lips moved down her neck, running his teeth up and down the sensitive skin.

Melione's hands moved up to cup his face, bringing him up to meet her lips. "Grym," she moaned against his lips before crashing her lips against his. Their tongues fought for dominance as his fingers moved faster inside of her. He curled his fingers, causing just the right friction against her. Heat pooled in her core as she felt her orgasm reach its peak. She exploded against him, crying out his name.

Grym slowly took his fingers out of her, licking her orgasm off of his fingers. "You taste so sweet."

Melione was still hungry for him. She pushed against his chest as she straddled his waist. She gripped his cock before sinking down onto him. Both of them let out a shaky moan. She felt that she would never get enough of how he feels. Every time he fills her up deliciously. She rolled her hips against him as she made eye contact with him. She smirked as she noticed how he wasn't touching her. He was waiting for her to give him permission. To her, he was the perfect lover.

Melione took his hands and placed them against her breasts. "Touch me, Grym."

Grym did what he was told. He began to massage her breasts before pinching and rolling her nipples. "Gods, I love it when you say my name."

Melione smirked as she let out a loud moan. Her hips moved faster against him. Her hand shot out and gripped his throat, applying just enough pressure to slightly cut off air. Another smirk danced across her lips as she saw that he enjoyed it. His hips bucked up into her, bringing a moan out of her. Another orgasm rippled through her as Grym came inside her.

She fell down onto the bed beside him and sighed, happily. Grym moved onto his side and placed another kiss on her lips. "Was that a good distraction?"

Melione chuckled. "Yes, Grym, that was a very good distraction."