With one arm around her middle, he dragged her to the side where a bowl of molten liquid light sat. A scoop of it was enough food for days, a cure for all illnesses, and a cleansing agent.
“I’m going to take care of you,” he told her again. Her countenance faltered but she stood up in the pool as he let the liquid slide out of his palms to drop slowly over her head. Watching the dew glisten over her black as midnight hair did something to him. It reminded him of the Shadowed valos but it looked like conquest in its rawest form.
First, he scrubbed her hair, touching, and testing, flicking and smoothing every tendril there was. Her eyes closed and her lips parted but he didn’t stop except when he would press his lips to hers. His fingers left her hair to trace over her pulse, the patter of it wild yet in control. The air that escaped her lips working in tandem.
He drank her in.
Galan hovered in front of her jittering pale body, and his damp wings curved in a thick arch around them. Now and again a lost feather would float by her hips and she’d play with it with her fingers.
‘Let us join you.’
‘Isn’t she perfect?’
‘She smells like the sun right before it falls to night, and right before it reclaims the morning.’
He ignored his brothers who had joined them in the bathhouse but kept their distance. They acted as sentinel protectors that watched with poignancy on the outskirts. They were aware of everything else while he was only aware ofher.
Liquid light dripped down her skin in beads of gold, staining her body in its path. His lips followed what he could and licked up what fell behind.
‘She’ll die if you don’t mate with her.’
He knew the truth and smirked, burying his face into her neck. His fingers spread the gold down her back, over her rippled spine, and to the crux of her buttocks.She’s pliant and trusting. She wants only me.
Galan lifted her up and out of the water, watching her eyes open in question as he placed her legs back over his hips.
Thoughts and images flashed before his eyes. Earth traditions and fetishes. Love making and sex. Mating. He blinked them back and reached down to tug his sodden pants below the hook of his dick. He took her breaths while her fingers gripped his shoulders and her nails dug into his skin. Lusheenn created him in a state, perpetually in need, and yet his self-control was hammered over every fiber of his being like an unbreakable diamond.
His female wiggled over his pulsing tip, breaking whatever restraint he had left into a million fragments. Galan surged deep into her with one uncontrollable thrust.
“Curve your lips for me,” he breathed over them. When he felt the twitch of her cheeks, with his arms hooked behind her back, he began to move.
He vibrated with sensation and her sex gripped him tight while she moved like a wave that he crashed into each time.I waited my whole existence for her.
Yahiro gasped and moaned, titillating his senses, driving him toward the edge, locked on him and still retaining a control that made him want to press her into the cold stone ground and use violence.
“Galan...”
He plunged as far as he could over and over again, taking it all.
“Galan!” Her voice was more frantic. He moved faster. The tight walls of her wet sex. Pussy. Cunt. Quim. It demanded his ending. And with a roar he gave it to her, his wings shooting outward and away from his body, bladed with a thousand razor-sharp knives. She wrapped her body around him and rode out his release as he held her in place.
They didn’t move for some time until Sundamar ventured into the water and took Yahiro from his arms. Galan gave her up with a final squeeze, knowing she was beyond the throes of tired and well into sleep. He watched his brother take her away and up into the aerie where they slept.Whenthey slept.
He stayed behind and forced his body down from the high it had sustained; it was difficult, knowing he could climb the steps to the top of the throne and find Yahiro to sate him again.
He unclenched his hands and tempered his desires as he waded to the edge of the pool where Quist perched with narrowed eyes.
The stone had gone with Sundamar and Yahiro, and the light had dimmed between them into a tenuous strain.
“Lusheenn is near.”
Galan rolled his jaw. “He’s not coming back.”
“He’s already back.”
“Quist... he’s not here. He’s never coming back. What you feel...”
“Hatred. I feel hatred.” The way his brother said it threw him. Galan exited the bath and pulled up his soggy pants, watching his brother the whole time. Tension radiated off of him. He’d forgotten what it was like to be in Quist’s presence and the amount of feeling the younger valos contained. Even when they were dead inside, a spark had always remained active inside him. Now his eyes flared with it.
