Everest nods and then peers at me. “Yes,” I say, and then turn my gaze back to the stone. It almost glimmers in the light, sharp and delicate. If I did this, not many would know that I was pierced by such a sacred stone, but it would mean something to me.
It would bind me to Rathyn in a way.
He must know this, and still, he offered it.
“If you want to use this, you should,” Everest says. “And if you want to pierce him, we can do that. Tonight. Actually, when the sun sets, if you want it to be really beautiful. I can take pictures and everything.”
His eyes are so hopeful, so eager.
I stare at Dante, his eyes shining as well.
“Would you like that, Cielo? Me piercing you with your friends and brothers?”
I would like that very much. I would like to visibly belong to someone once again, to make it visible for all to see.
“Yes.”
“Then you should do it. We should do it.”
I should. I have wanted this for a long time. I should allow it. To belong to Dante in a way.
Dante leans into me, and I feel his lips kissing my skin. It sends tingles up to me. To do this near the lake, the sun setting in the background, my brothers there as witnesses. It is romantic. Perfect. “Yes. We shall.”
The sun is setting, and it is time. Everest and Dante left the house to buy jewelry to adorn me with. While they are gone, I spend time with my brothers and Rathyn, speaking freely in Eretharian.
It is wonderful to hear about how well my brothers are doing. My hearts have never been more content.
I am even happier when Dante returns to this large house. When he does, he shows me the rings that will be placed through my ears. They are gold and silver, a twisting of metals. Different like him and me, but woven together.
It makes my hearts thrum in my chest, eager to get to the ceremony so we can make it known who I belong to.
“Do you approve?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He beams up at me, and I cannot help but lean down and kiss him.
My brothers watch curiously. They have been fed human cum from several humans who have volunteered to be sucked, but they have never been kissed by one.
I only pray to the gods that they find this happiness that I have. I would like to see their hearts bursting with joy and love.
I let Dante go and watch as he helps Everest set up a special place on the deck for the piercing ceremony. They adorn the banisters with colorful sheets of cloth and candles, and when the sun eventually sets, I watch Everest light the wicks, the flames flickering wildly in the wind. Much like my love for Dante.
It is uncontrolled and untamed.
Then it is time.
Rathyn and my brothers stand to the side, watching as I lower myself to the ground. My legs fold under me, my tail wrapping around my waist.
Rathyn begins to hum low in Eretharian, and my brothers follow suit, an old-age song wrapping around me like a warm hug. I belong to these people—human and Vyastil. But more than that, I belong to him.
To my Dante.
He steps up toward me, my ears fluttering in excitement. I see the piercing stone in his fingers and the tremble in his hands.
“Do not be afraid,” I say.
He blinks, his eyes watering. “I’m not afraid. But I don’t want to hurt you.”
