“Yes, I’m ready. Fuck me, Ilyas,” I said and felt Ilyas push just the tip inside. As much as he stretched me to take his cock, nothing could have prepared me for this moment.
He washuge,and I felt a burning stretch immediately.
“Gods above and below,” I muttered as Ilyas slowly thrust in and out of my ass, going slightly deeper with each pulse. His large palms cupped the back of my thighs, pushing my legs further apart and toward my chest. I wrapped my hands around my knees, pulling my legs further up to give him better access.
“Gods, this is a sight, Lex,” he muttered, eyes trained on the place where we were joined.
I panted through the slight pain as Ilyas finally—finally—slid home. We both moaned in unison with the movement, and I felt his dick twitch inside me. Ilyas bent his forehead to rest against my own as we caught our breath.
“One day, I will fuck you, Lex,” he said, and I frowned. “But today, today I’m going to make love to you, show you how much I appreciate what you are giving me.”
Tears pricked my eyes as Ilyas began to move. The feeling of him inside me, stretching me, claiming me, healing me, was overwhelming, and tears cascaded down my face. Ilyas kissed each one away as he thrust harder, his belly stroking my dick where it was trapped between us.
“I’ll always take care of you, Lex. Always,” he murmured against my skin while I openly wept, my hips rocking up to meet his as we chased our impending releases.
Something inside my chestsnappedas we moved, my connection to Ilyas growing and solidifying until it felt unbreakable, a thick permanent strand that connected us both.
“I’m close, Lex,” Ilyas breathed against my lips as he took my mouth in a searing kiss, his hand reaching between us to fist my cock. He stroked in time with his thrusts, and within seconds, I felt that telltale tingling of my impending release.
“Me too,” I panted on a groan as Ilyas jerked me, hard.
“Come with me,” Ilyas pleaded, and I felt my balls tighten as Ilyas’ dick swelled in my ass. I came with a groan, cum spurting from my dick to land on our stomachs and his hand. At the sight of my release, his hips chased an erratic rhythm before stalling completely as he found his pleasure in my body. Ilyas thrust hard once more, forcing his cum further into my ass, before he collapsed with a groan on top of me.
The air left my lungs as the mountain of muscle laid on top of me, and I weakly hit against his back.
Ilyas rolled off me with a chuckle before pulling his long, thick length from my ass. I winced slightly as he finally popped free.
“You’re going to feel me for a few days,” he admitted proudly, and I shook my head against the pillow with a slight scoff.
“Next time, I’m on top,” I muttered, and Ilyas chuckled loudly before kissing me soundly.
“Whatever you say, my Mage.”
I smiled as I watched him clean us both up, and the Bond strummed happily in my chest.
Chapter 66
Lex
SIXTEEN YEARS AGO
“You need to tell him,” Ilyas quietly urged into my ear as we strode across the emptying training field toward the halls of the Academy. Dark clouds rolled across the sky, the air tasting sweet with the promise of cool, fall rain. It was fitting that the weather was reflecting my mood today.
I grunted a noncommittal reply while fiddling with the crystals in the cuff around my right wrist. They’d been depleting quicker than normal, and one was cracked entirely, completely unable to store any of my Pain Magic. That side of my magic felt restless and agitated—incomplete. I first noticed it when I Bonded with Ilyas nearly a year ago, but initially discounted the feeling, thinking it was simply the other half of my magic reacting to not having a Bond.
But the restlessness and hungry need formoreonly intensified the more the Bond between Ilyas and I deepened. The more I drew from him as my Pleasure Vessel, the more I was painfully aware of an absence.
It was starting to eat at my psyche and was affecting the relationship with my Bonded. I was quicker to anger—frustratedby both the lack of a second Bond and at myself for not simply being content with the one Bond I possessed. Bonds—especially True Bonds like Ilyas and I—were becoming rarer by the day, it seemed.
So why I couldn’t just appreciate what I had instead of wishing for what I didn’t was frustrating beyond measure.
“He’ll want to know this,” Ilyas tried again, his voice low and cajoling.
I exhaled heavily, cracking my neck before responding. Ilyas was right, as usual, General d’Alveywouldwant to hear about the struggles I was having drawing my Pain Magic. My inabilities and shortcomings could affect my entire regiment, which would be unacceptable in the general’s eyes, especially with tensions rising between the Southern Territories and the Northern Alliance. It felt like we were balancing on a knife’s edge; any action from either side could plunge Elyria into yet another civil war.
Which was reason enough not to discuss my latest issues with Rohak.
I don’t need to burden him further than the stress he is undoubtedly under.
