I whimper.
Cymmetra, help me.
His kiss is feral, a mix of demand and despair. As if he’s trying to claim me while knowing this might be our last moment. Aeidas drinks me and consumes me, his hand at the back of my neck, pulling me in, holding me captive. I let out a moan when his finger circles my slit and dives in, curled in a way that touches something inside me, awakens something primal and savage. He lets go for a second, letting me take a breath, before continuing his onslaught. My hands land on his chest, and I swear my intention was to push him away. Instead, my fingers stroke his velvet bronzed skin, exploring the hard swells of his muscles, then close around his neck and pull him down to the floor with me.
Oh, Elders, help me! The sweet weight of his body is crushing me, and his hot rugged length is pressed against my mound. Moaning shamelessly, I rub myself slowly and deliberately against him, feeling his hardness throbbing under the thin fabric between us, while his finger continues caressing me on the inside. Arching into him, I serve my flesh to his hungry mouth as his tongue circles a nipple and his hand cups and squeezes it possessively. My eyes roll into my skull as his fangs gently graze the tender area.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs between licks, and I fist his silky hair, trying to draw him even closer. His finger withdraws from my entrance, and he pushes my knees apart.
“There’s no way back if I take this off, Talysse,” he whispers. “Are you sure you want this?”
“Mhm,” I murmur between his brutal kisses in one final attempt to regain my sanity, “only one of us would make it out of the Trials alive, Aeidas.” He freezes and looks at me with an intensity that makes me squirm. Elders, I don’t want him to stop.
“There are many long hours until daylight, Talysse.” His low voice holds a promise of unspeakable pleasures. My body is straining, pressing against his, seeking his touch. Oh, what a fool I am. Letting myself get seduced by the Unseelie Prince. “Let’s pretend the Trials don’t exist. Let us just be Aeidas and Talysse here. When the sun rises, I’ll be the Heir to the Unseelie crown, and you will be the most powerful human mage I’ve ever met.” His whisper against my ear makes me thrash in his arms, needing more of him. “But until then, let’s do what we both desire. Nobody would know. What happens here is our secret.” His body is tense over mine, and I know he won’t touch me unless I demand it.
“Nobody would know,” I repeat, tasting the words and liking them. “Tonight, we will be Talysse and Aeidas and live through this, and in the morning…we’ll see.”
If Atos breaks the floor of this blessed cavern and declares he’ll toss me into his darkest hell pit afterward, I’d still say yes. Unwilling to waste more time, I simply pull on the annoying cloth, managing to loosen it. He lets out another warning rumble when his heavy cock is released, thick and hard, a bead of moisture glistening on its silky crown. Thick veins bulge on its sides, and I gasp, struggling to imagine how this would fit inside me.
“Have you…been with a human before?” I ask, arching up and presenting my dripping opening to him.
“No, but it will fit,” he rumbles between licks and grazes. He presses my knees even wider, and I feel the stinging stretch at my entrance. His lips return to mine as he slowly glides in, letting me savor every thick inch of his magnificence.
Stretched to that delicious border between pleasure and pain, I crave more. My flesh clenches around him, desperate for friction, and I greedily grind myself, each vein of his cock sending ripples of pleasure from my core down to every single part of my body with every slow, deliberate plunge. His hand is protectively cupping my nape, his lips trailing gentle little kisses along my jaw and down my neck.
“Are you all right, Talysse? Are you ready?” he whispers, and I moan in response, wet and filled, ready to be ravaged. “Hold on to me then,” he rasps a warning and unleashes himself.
His savage thrusts make us skid along the moss. Surely, there will be some scratches and bruises on my back later, but who cares? Sheathed inside me almost completely, he touches some secret spot with every brutal stroke, and I’m edging closer and closer to my release. My hollering gets louder, and he captures my lips, swallowing every sound.
Blissful white light blurs the world around me, and waves of all-consuming pleasure ripple from my core to the ends of my hair, curl my toes, and nearly make me black out. Clawing at his back, I hang onto him, my only anchor to this world, while the ripples of pleasure still echo inside me. Sucking my lower lip, he growls inside my mouth, and shoves himself with one final, savage thrust, and the hot spurts of his seed fill me while my insides clamp around his cock, pumping him dry.
Sweaty and heaving, we collapse in each other’s arms, and the serenity of this tiny chapel claims us.
I do not believe in love vows; I’ve witnessed a change of heart and deception too often. But there are actions that bind two souls, and after this, in the eyes of Seuta, we belong to each other.
I’m the one who awakens first, taking in the music of the water and the insects and his calm breathing. Aeidas looks like an Elder who has lost his way and ended up in this dying world, peacefully asleep in my arms. His warrior’s chest rises up and down, his beautiful features smoothened by sleep. The long strands of his platinum hair are strewn on the moss around his head like a shimmering halo. The lower part of his chiseled plane stomach is dusted with fine dark hair, which forms a perfectly shaped dark triangle between his strong thighs.
His thick cock is resting on his stomach, half-hard, and I cannot stop myself from taking a closer look. I lean in, and before shame or any other thought hinders me, my lips close around it. It stiffens immediately, and Aeidas, eyes still closed, responds with a soft thrust. I slide my lips up and down his length, savoring his taste and the sensation of him getting hard again under my caress.
Eagerly, I take him deeper into my mouth, and I can swear that this is the finest dish I’ve ever tasted. Slickness pools between my thighs, and I slip a finger between them, spreading my folds. Then I do the most daring thing ever: I pull his glistening, bulging shaft out of my mouth and straddle him in one swift motion. His eyes flutter open, and his glowing jade irises darken when he realizes what’s happening. I’ve halfway impaled myself on his hardness, writhing at the completely new sensation. Steely fingers dig in the flesh of my hips as he holds me in place and forcefully sheaths himself into me.
“Do you like that, mm?” His voice is raw and dangerous; I glide up and down his length, shamelessly serving my breasts to his mouth. “Oh, you like it,” he rumbles and picks up my pace. Aroused by my daring move, he slams inside me, the sounds of his flesh meeting mine echoing in the cavern.
“Oh, Talysse…you will be my undoing!” he breathes and angles his hips, sending me over the edge. “Let me see you.”
Before I can collect myself, I’m on my knees and elbows, my ass and opening, still twitching with aftershocks, right before him. He impales me, looming over my back, his hands around my hips. My knees will be surely bloodied, a distant voice remarks, but it doesn’t matter. His skilled fingers have found my clit, teasing it with every thrust. Pleasure takes us both at the same time, our lips murmuring each other’s names like a sinful prayer to a deity only we worship.
“I have never experienced such pleasure, Talysse,” he whispers when we roll on the soft moss, completely spent. He pulls me in, and I settle into the curve between his shoulders and his neck—a place I favor—and breathe in his scent. The scent of our love-making. Something causes me slight discomfort in this bliss. My bracelet is warm, stinging my skin as if punishing me for what I’ve just done.
And as if this is not enough, Aeidas gently tips my nose.
“Look, Talysse.” He points at the moss around us. Tiny blue flowers sprout and grow at the altar of our passion as if Cymmetra herself is blessing us.
The Prince
The Last Sunset
Iwish I had the power to reach up to the sky and slow the spheres above us, as there’s nothing I want more right now than to stay in this magical place, holding Talysse. Time has stopped since we entered this serene place, and I’m afraid I’ll tear this world apart when daylight comes, and we have to leave.
