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In a final orgasmic moment, Seidr arched her head back and let forth a scream Hans prayed he would never hear again. Light burst forth from her wounds. They quickly mended, cutting off the light, leaving long white scars. She collapsed onto his chest.
≪I hope you don't decide that wasn't worth it!≫
With one hand, he placed a wisp of hair back in place. "Are you all right?" he asked.
She purred back at him. "Hmm, hurt a lot more than I expected. Just need some rest. This is nice. Don't move, please."
She nodded off as Hans pulled a cover over the two of them and put his arms around her to hold her steady. He could feel her heart beating against his chest, in rhythm with his own, strong and steady, and comforting.
≪You'd better be good to her, Hans Madison, or I'll give you a whole new set of scars myself. I don't know how it happened, but she's really in love with you.≫
"I really do love her," he wondered to himself. "I know nothing about her. I don't even know where I am. But I love her and, and, she loves me. I don't know how I know that, but I do, and that's all that matters."
He shook his head in disbelief. "What was that line? 'If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep.'"