“Well, yes, there’s that. But being bitten by a large predator isn’t to be trifled with. It’s good to be otherwise occupied when it happens.”
Milo nodded. It made sense to him. “And we could have that by me topping you? You don’t mind?”
“Why would I? The sexual experience is slightly different, but the hormones involved as well as the outcome—an orgasm—are the same. We do this because sexual pleasure is nice, don’t we?”
Milo couldn’t help himself. He grabbed Quirion’s neck and dragged him down for a deep kiss. “And this right here, Qui, is why I love you.” Every relationship advice Milo had ever heard warned against dropping the L-word before getting intimate for the first time and before a suitable span of time had passed. They were all bullshit. What Milo felt was love, he knew this with the same certainty with which he knew that two hydrogen atoms plus one oxygen made water. It was a law of nature for him.
“I’m glad you say that. I love you too. Now, top or bottom?”
“What would you prefer? I’m open for both, though I have to admit in all my fantasies it was always you topping me.”
“Was that because you thought it had to be that way, or is it an innate longing?”
Milo loved it when Quirion got all scientific on him. It was so hot. “Hmm. It feels like a mixture of both. I definitely thought it had to be that way, most probably because that’s how I know it happened for Sammy and Jon. I deducted from some comments Declan and Troy made that they and Alerion are vers, though I never asked them how they did the claiming. Also, I wasn’t averse to the idea of you being the top. It felt natural in my fantasies.”
Quirion nodded. “Then how about this. We do the claiming with me as the top, simply because I think it is easier to navigate what with our difference in size. Once we have struck that from our list, we can experiment.”
“A wonderful idea. Commence.” He grinned at Quirion, whose eyes instantly changed back to a glowing red. During their little discussion, the natural green had come through, though not for long.
Quirion put the bottle of lube on the pillow next to Milo’s head, before he started caressing Milo’s sides. If Milo wasn’t mistaken, his demon had also grown a little, another dead giveaway that his control was slipping. Instead of being worried, it only made Milo hotter. Quirion’s mouth found his left nipple, played with it with his tongue before sucking it between his lips, making the little nub swell and redden. He repeated the same with the right, then blew on both when they stood up like little icebergs in the sea of Milo’s light skin. The demon admired his work with a proud smile, while his hands never stopped stroking Milo’s sides, creating a pleasant background of comfort to the sharper needles of lust he elicited with his lips, tongue and teeth. On his way to Milo’s cock, Quirion found another erogenous zone right below Milo’s navel. As it turned out, just breathing on it made Milo’s cock twitch and drop pre-cum like crazy. So of course Quirion experimented with different angles, the force of his breath and what happened when the skin was wet. Ultimately it all made Milo hornier, meaning the experiments were a raging success.
He was so wrapped up in the utter bliss his nerve endings were producing, he didn’t even realize when Quirion lifted his butt to push a pillow under it. Only when his demon spread his legs and lifted them over his shoulders to get better access did Milo return to the here and now, though not for long. The first long sweep of Quirion’s tongue from Milo’s balls to the tip of hiscock had him whimpering and arching his back. This already felt better than any fantasy he’d ever had. There was something to be said about reality, after all.
Quirion kept on licking him until Milo had to pinch the base of his shaft to keep himself from blowing his load. His demon saw this as the sign to open the lube—an oil with a heavenly scent—and pour a generous amount on Milo’s balls and taint. He then proceeded to massage it into his skin, his fingers working around Milo’s hole, driving him crazy, until eventually the first finger slid inside. Milo wasn’t completely clueless. Like every good scientist, he had done his experiments and knew what it felt like when something entered him. But those had been mere sensations, slightly aided by his fantasies.
Knowing it was Quirion who was entering him, stretching him, transformed those mere sensations into utter bliss, sending him to a place where nothing but those wonderful fingers in his hole existed.
Again, Milo was brought back to reality when Quirion stopped his ministrations, though only to prepare his cock. Mesmerized, Milo watched as the huge thing was slathered in oil. He wasn’t too sure it would fit inside him, though he trusted Quirion explicitly. His demon leaned over him, stealing another kiss, before he positioned his shaft at Milo’s entrance.
“Breathe,min Liechtbrunn.”
Milo obeyed. He took a huge breath and when he let it out, Quirion slipped in as easily as if they’d already done this a thousand times. He retreated a bit, surged forward again, and repeated this until he was fully sheathed inside Milo. They looked at each other.
“This is far better than anything I’ve ever done before.” Quirion sounded awed. “No wonder I never understood why people made such a fuss about sex. I never had you.”
“For a scientist, you do know how to say the sweetest things, Qui.”
They kissed again then Quirion started moving. It was like the beginning of a summer rain—slow at first, almost shy, hesitant—until the floodgates opened, and it all poured out in a violent torrent of life-sustaining liquid. When the metaphorical thunder set in, Milo saw stars while his body was wracked by the most intense orgasm he’d ever had. It was like flying, perfect and wonderful and— A lightning of pain broke through his haze and, because once he’d decided on a metaphor, he stuck to it, the trees started to burn.
“So I guess I am Qui’s mate.” Milo was talking to himself while taking a look around. From what Sammy and Jon had told him, the mind of a mate went someplace else during the marking, to endure the pain. Since he didn’t feel anything at the moment, he assumed enduring was the wrong term here. It was probably more like an anesthesia.
He stood on a plain. The grass was tall, up to his hips, and a lush green. In the distance, he could see some mountains and a soft gurgling made him think there was a river nearby. He turned in search of it and stopped when he saw a figure coming his way. It was a woman, clad in leather and fur, with something slung over her back. When she reached him, he could see that her features were rough, her hair in a mass of braids, with feathers and bones for jewelry. Her dark skin was painted with white and ochre, in a pattern similar to one Milo had seen on Grann, Jon’s grandmother, once. She smiled at him.
“Greetings, Milo. It’s nice to meet you.”
The first thing Milo thought was how he could understand her, quickly followed by how she knew his name.
“I’m Lela, and you can understand me, because this is the place between, where no barriers exist. I know your namebecause I was chosen to meet you here while you are marked as The Scholar’s mate.”
“Hi, Lela, it’s a pleasure. So, no barriers means no language barriers as well?”
“Exactly.” She nodded.
“And why do I get to meet you? Don’t get me wrong, it’s an honor, whoever you are, but Sammy and Jon said a mate meets someone they know.”
“Is there someone dead you know personally and want to meet? Or some god?”
“Uhm, no and I do not believe in gods. I’m a scientist.”
