The past couple of days waiting for the High Priestess had been filled with hot touches and passion. They weren't able to keep their hands off of each other. Melione gave up on denying the attraction between them, but she knew that it wasn't going to last. Once they figured out the murders, their relationship would have to end. The more Grym touched her, the more she relaxed in his presence. She slowly started to relinquish control during their times together and let him control her body. For the first time, she felt as if she met her match. He knew exactly how to make her feel good every single time.

Melione laid on her back and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She turned onto her side as her eyes roamed over Grym. He was still deep in sleep, his chest slowly rising up and down. Melione bit her lip as she slowly straddled his waist, trying hard not to wake him up. She pressed soft kisses up and down his neck before trailing her tongue over his chest. She continued to move down his body, stopping when his breathing started to quicken. Melione smirked as she felt him harden against her. She loved the way that his body responded to hers.

Melione knelt between his legs and ran the tip of her tongue from his base to the tip before sucking on him. She smirked as she felt him stirring as she continued to swirl her tongue around his shaft.

"Fuck," Grym groaned. "This is the perfect way to wake up." He tangled his fingers in her hair and bucked his hips into her mouth. Melione continued to suck before he pulled her off of him. "Sit on it, Melione."

Melione did as she was told and straddled his waist. She moaned as he filled her. She loved the way that he stretched her and made her feel so full. His grip tightened on her hips as she began to move against him. Their moans filled the air, as Grym began to thrust up into her. His hands moved up her body until they reached her breasts.

"Gods I love these," he groaned as he began to pinch her nipples.

Melione cried out and gripped his wrists. Her hips moved faster. At this point she realized that she truly was letting him take control more often than she thought. Letting him touch her any way that he wanted. "Fuck," she moaned.

Grym wrapped an arm around her waist and flipped them over. He wrapped her legs around her waist and thrusted hard into her. His mouth moved over her throat and down her chest, taking her breast into his mouth. His tongue swirled around her nipple, soothing the ache he had just caused to her.

A sharp knock sounded at their door, quick and with a purpose. Melione gripped the back of Gryms head, keeping him there. She rolled her eyes as she called out, "Who is it?" Melione repressed a moan as Grym moved down her body to kneel in between her legs. He ran two of his fingers through her folds.

"High Priestess Epora," the voice called back authoritatively.

Melione was trying hard to be quiet. She looked down at Grym with alarm, but his eyes just held the look of amusement. He bent down and kept eye contact with her as he swept the tip of his tongue through her folds before circling her clit, sucking it into his mouth. "What do you need, High Priestess?"

"I am unable to find my head detective," the voice explained. Melione could tell that the High Priestess was annoyed at the fact she wasn't coming to the door. "Would you know where he's at?"

Grym chuckled against her. Melione stopped a cry from coming out as her orgasm moved through her, causing her back to arch off of the bed. She panted as Grym lapped the rest of her juices up before he sat up.

"I will help you find him in just a minute," Melione sighed.

"I'd appreciate it if you would help right now," the High Priestess ordered.

Melione didn't move at first, just stared up at Grym with awe. She couldn't believe that he continued to please her even with his High Priestess on the other side of the door. Grym leaned down and placed a hard kiss on her lip before pulling back slightly. "Remember your rule? I always make sure you finish."

Melione smiled largely at him. She placed another kiss on his lips before pushing at his chest. They both quickly got dressed, Grym's eyes roaming over her body the entire time. She made a promise to herself that she would make him feel good later. Grym stood behind her as Melione opened the door. She faked a smile and laugh as she greeted the High Priestess. "My apologies, forgot he was in here."

The High Priestess gave her a stern look before looking up at Grym with a disappointed look. She pushed past them and stepped into the room. Melione inwardly cringed at the look of the bed. It did not look as if one person had slept in it.

Grym closed the door, leaving her guards outside, before motioning to the table. "Sit, High Priestess Epora."

The High Priestess long, blonde hair swished behind her as she flowed over to the table, sitting down. She turned her attention to Grym. She continued to give him a disappointing look as she folded her hands on her lap. "Why is she here at our border, Detective Sunblight?"

Grym placed a hand on Melione's lower back and led her over to the table, making her sit down across from the High Priestess. Melione kept her back straight as she stared at the woman across from her. She didn't like how the High Priestess wouldn't look at her or would refuse to talk to her. Grym and her were partners in this investigation, she should be able to speak for herself.

"We believe that another murder has taken place," Grym explained as he sat down next to Melione, keeping a hand on her thigh.

High Priestess Epora took a deep breath as she looked in between them. "You haven't found the murderers yet?"

Melione opened her mouth, but stopped as she felt Grym squeeze her thigh. "We believe that the murderers are part of a cult. The Devil's Footprint."

The woman across them shook her head. "That can't be true, Detective. The Devil's Footprint isn't real."

"They're very real," Melione spoke up.

The High Priestess eyes shot over to Melione. Her eyes searched her face. For what, Melione didn't know. She made sure that her face showed no emotion as she stared at the High Priestess. "Why are you so confident that The Devil's Footprint is real?" the High Priestess questioned her. "How do you know?"

"I-" she looked over at Grym, as if for confirmation that she should admit her dream. When he nodded, she turned back to look at the woman in front of her. "I saw them in a dream. In a vision."

The High Priestess starred at her for a moment or two before turning to Grym. "She had a vision of them?"

Grym squeezed her thigh as he answered, "She did. We both believe that the murder happened in the Emerald Realms."

The High Priestess shook her head. "That's not possible. I know everything that happen's in my realm and there have been no murders."

Melione resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She placed her hand on Grym's and gave it a tight squeeze. "I don't dream, High Priestess. I know what I saw was true. I do believe what happened was in the Emerald Realm." She leaned forward. "Trust me, I wouldn't want to step into the Emerald Realm unless I absolutely had to."

The High Priestess took a deep breath before giving Grym a stern look. "Alright. She stays with you at all times. Do you understand?"

Grym nodded quickly. "I understand."