Llyano, page 10
part #5 of Beyond The Veil Series
And with those words, the two males felt as though they were being ripped apart only to be put together once more, but put together as one. The screaming in their minds seemed to last for a second then an overwhelming sense of peace crashed over them and they quietened, and they felt as one, feeling so thoroughly the other it was as though they were one being instead of two.
They opened their eyes as one and turned together to face the voice and stared in disbelief at the man who stood watching them with his head cocked to one side. He had a flowing hair of billowing white long strands and was dressed in a simple translucent tunic.
“You see? Yes, yes. You see. It would be you, it would,” the man said, staring at them intently.
You are the one, are you not? The guiding spirit every mated pair refers to, yet no other one understands what they mean when they speak of you, Solax enquired.
“A misconception, guardian. You see as none other do. You are bound, two lifetimes stretched to one.” The man cocked his eyes the other way and regarded Llyano. “You must remember, yes, yes, the key is the glow in the dark, but you must remember.”
Remember what?
“Fabric of time, all must align.” The man bowed to the both of them then straightened. “I bid you farewell, son of wind, wind son, guardian heart.”
Then just like that, the man disappeared, and they began ascending once more through the energy surrounding them until they broke the surface and waded through the denser energy to the bank where those who had been awaiting them stood.
When they were spotted wading through the energy waterfall, loud cheers and voices raised in joy greeted their return. The moment they reached the bank, they were pulled out of the energy and passed around the attendants in joy, and well wishes for their successful mating were called out until they were dragged back into the city proper where the mating feast began and lasted all night long.
* * * *
Solax snuggled back against Llyano on the bed in Solax’s rooms in the palatial building. With the spirit of the mating festivity, Llyano and Solax had stayed with Solax’s kinsmen well into the night, celebrating their mating and listening to hilarious recounting of Solax’s antics from childhood to youth. The couple had thoroughly enjoyed themselves, but when it became clear no one was ready to leave, they had snuck out to Solax’s rooms. Though from the catcalls and whistles, their leave had not gone unnoticed.
Solax propped himself up on his elbow and grinned down at the male lying beneath him, eyes twinkling. “I thought for sure we were never going to leave.”
Llyano chuckled. “That impatient to get me alone, huh?”
“As if you weren’t equally impatient,” Solax responded with a pout.
“I’m always impatient to get you alone, mate oh mine,” Llyano said, his gaze dropping to Solax’s lips, and he raised a finger to trace said red lips. “A distraction, that’s what you are, imp.”
Solax leaned down and pressed a soft, sweet kiss to Llyano’s lips. Pulling away, he stared down at his mate. “If you’re not in the mood, we could always go to sleep,” he said with a teasing lilt to his voice.
“Imp,” Llyano repeated, and pulled the male down on top of him, sighing when Solax went pliant in his arms and wrapped an arm around him. He soon began nuzzling a kiss against Solax’s temple, his cheek, the side of his mouth, and his neck.
The kisses along Solax’s ear began slowly, turning seductive, and he closed his eyes and leaned into them, enjoying the feel of Llyano all around him. Breaking away from the drugging kisses, he regarded the other male, lids lowered. “Will you make love to me?”
Llyano’s response was to palm Solax’s hair behind his nape and use it to drag the male’s mouth down onto his in a hungry kiss. The kiss was a needy one, with Llyano taking the lead. He pressed in and took what he needed, leaving his mate breathless in his arms as he explored and tasted the guardian. When Solax pulled back to allow the both of them to drag in a must needed breath, Llyano stared at the lips he’d just kissed so thoroughly. They were so full, and red, and sexy, and right there, and he couldn’t help pulling Solax back in to devour once more.
Solax trailed his hands tentatively across the expanse of Llyano’s shoulders. Enjoying the ridge of muscles beneath his hand, and even the feel of the silky, elaborated clothing Llyano was wearing was delightful against his fingers. It felt as though Solax had never felt anything before, and all his nerve endings were slowly being awakened from a lifelong state of dormancy. It was exquisite, it was indescribable the feelings Llyano evoked in him.
When Llyano pulled away from their kiss, Solax whimpered embarrassingly, but he didn’t mind. Instead, Llyano cupped Solax’s cheek in his palm and pressed his lips softly against his mate’s. The kiss wasn’t demanding, it was reverent, gentle and exploratory. Llyano moved his ever so slowly against Solax’s, coaxing him into action, and when he parted Solax’s lips and allowed the tip of his tongue to slip between them, he felt the shudder run through the lithe body above his.
Llyano wrapped his strong arm around the small of Solax’s back, bringing the other male tightly against him. Slowly, his hand wandered down Solax’s back, feeling around for the sash that held Solax’s clothes in place. He pulled them apart and slowly released his hand from Solax’s nape and began undressing the other male, all the while never pulling his mouth away from Solax’s. Not long after, they pulled apart from each other, regarding the other with lust filled gazes, and as though reading each other’s minds, he knelt on the bed and began quickly divesting each other of their clothes, tossing them onto the floor and every which way in an effort to get naked with each other.
They were soon overcome with passion, their breaths coming in quick gasps as they devoured each other with their eyes. It wasn’t long before they were compelled to touch, unable to get enough of the other.
“You’re so beautiful,” Llyano rasped, trailing his hand down Solax’s arm, over his bicep, until they tangled their hands together, and with it, he pulled the other man closer until they knelt flushed together on the bed.
“That should be my line, don’t you think?” Solax responded, his voice rasping with mischief. Then completely serious, he added, trailing a finger down Llyano chest and cupping the long erect cock weeping for his attention, “You take my breath away.”
Llyano’s cock thickened noticeably in Solax’s hand as he spoke, the veins plumping, and the flesh growing impossibly turgid. Slowly, Solax began pumping his hand, squeezing the thick member of Llyano’s cock and pleasuring his mate. He delighted in the look on Llyano’s face, taking in each change and each moan.
“Fuck, Solax. Harder!”
Solax controlled the movements, jerking his mate’s cock in a hand job, speeding up, then squeezing, then slowing down to drive his mate crazy with want, then speeding up once more until Llyano let out a long, agonized grunt as he erupted. Solax watched as Llyano shot his load over his hand, spurting all over between them and he’d never felt anything so erotic, so carnal…and he so desperately wanted more, he wanted all Llyano could give, needed it like he’d never needed anything else in his life.
It was by far one of the sweetest release Llyano had ever experienced. But even better would be having his mate take him hard until they both lost themselves in fucking each other’s brain out. Even from the first time, the attraction between them had been explosive and unparalleled.
When Llyano had finally stopped coming, he glanced up at Solax through lidded gaze, blinking as though to clear away the lingering fog of lust from his sight. “That was…” Llyano licked his lips and leaned in, until their lips were mere inches apart. “Know what would be even better?”
Solax’s gaze was riveted to Llyano’s lips and distractedly, he leaned further in, not hearing the words those lips were forming and took them with his own. His cry of surprise was muffled by Llyano’s lips when the other male reached down under his armpits, hoisting him easily off the bed, and pulled him down on top of him as he kissed him so thoroughly.
“Ride me,” Llyano demanded, settling Solax directly on top of his rising cock.
“You’re hard?” Solax asked, breaking off the kiss and staring at the rapidly engorging member.
“It’s what you do to me,” Llyano said with a groan. “I’m perpetually in this state so take responsibility for it.” And with that, he reached over to the oil stopper and poured a generous amount onto his hand, then reached back for his mate and began prepping Solax, staring into Solax’s face, all the while with the male supporting his weight with both hands holding onto Llyano’s shoulder.
“Are you ready for me?”
Solax bit his lips and nodded, and in one smooth move, he was pulled down onto Llyano’s cock until the head of it breached his tight star. Solax bit his lips hard and squirmed all over Llyano’s lap. Staring at each other, Solax relax further on Llyano’s cock, then pushed down until the other male was fully seated in him, and they groaned out simultaneously at the exquisite feel.
“Goddess!” Solax exclaimed, eyes shut tightly and hands simultaneously tightening on Llyano’s shoulders at the feel of Llyano inside him.
“Move,” Llyano demanded.
Focused entirely on the feel of his mate and the hands around his waist urging him to do as instructed, Solax started bouncing up and down on Llyano, leg muscles straining and ass clenching. His inner muscles squeezed Llyano’s straining member, his breathing getting harsher and labored as he bounced up and down on his mate’s cock.
“Faster, harder,” Llyano demanded, sweat sliding down his back, and passion soaring higher and higher between the two of them.
Llyano flipped them over in the bed, crouching over Solax and spreading the other male’s legs further apart. He pulled out of Solax completely then slammed back in, going in deeper and more powerfully than before. His damp hair slid around him and blanketed Solax, hiding Llyano’s entire face from view even as it framed his gorgeous face perfectly.
Needing to see the male, Solax reached up and pushed the dark strand behind Llyano’s pointed ears. It felt as though it was the first time all over seeing Llyano, and his breath caught in his throat as he took in the extreme beauty of the male above him, eyes devouring his features, and pausing on those delicious lips he was dying to taste.
“Kiss me,” Solax demanded, and pulled Llyano down, taking those lips with in a desperate kiss.
With the damp strands of Llyano’s hair tightly held in his hand, and his lips covered in a breathless kiss by Llyano’s lips, the gasp of ecstasy that begged to be released as Llyano thrust into him hard was muffled by the other male’s mouth. His entire body was vibrating with the escalating passion and release he knew was just around the horizon as Llyano snapped his hips repeatedly, slamming in hard and fast, driving them towards the point of no return.
Solax tore his lips from Llyano’s breathlessly, screaming, “I can’t, I can’t…too much…fuck! I’m almost there. Going to come!”
Solax groaned, his voice raising in incoherent pleas as the feel of Llyano plunging into him over and over again drove him so crazy he felt as though he would come apart.
Llyano reached in between them and took Solax’s dick in his hand, giving it a stroke. “Come for me, Solax.”
“Ahhh, Llyano!” Solax yelled as he released his load, unable to hold out anymore.
It was as though a dam released between the two of them as Llyano was not far behind, and his cock strain and twitched hard inside Solax’s exquisite channel, shooting up hot jets of cum inside his mate. They both came so hard, the orgasm rocking through them in a tandem they saw stars behind their eyelids, dark spots, darkening the space inside their closed eyelids. When they finally stopped coming, they were floating in a state of bliss, filled with post-costal pleasure.
Llyano relaxed his weight onto his mate’s body, pressing their sweat-slicked bodies together and resting their foreheads on each other. Slowly, he opened his eyes and stared directly into golden brown eyes, and he pressed a kiss to Solax’s swollen lips before pulling out and flopping onto his side against Solax.
“How do you feel” Llyano mumbled against Solax’s shoulder.
Solax grunted, turned and wrapped his arms around Llyano, and buried his face in Llyano’s throat.
Llyano let loose a hoarse laugh. “That good, huh?”
“Better,” Solax mumbled.
Llyano laughed. Too tired to get up to properly clean them up, he pulled away and reached down the bed to drag one of their discarded clothes towards him. He then wiped them clean and tossed the piece of cloth back to the floor, pulling Solax into his arms once more.
They lay in each other’s arms like that, listening to the sound of their breathing. From where they lay, muffled sounds of the ongoing partiers still in the building and around it drifted up towards them and the sound of the still playing music drifted along, as well. It was a good thing they’d left when they did, else they’d still be making rounds, trying to catch up or get to know each other and unable to leave. It was clear from the sounds that the people still around had no intention of leaving tonight, not that either of them minded.
Llyano’s mind drifted to his parents and he realized that he’d spent only a brief time with them, flocking from one of Solax’s kin to the other, hardly having time to have a proper discussion with his parents.
As though having read his mind, Solax whispered, “When will you have that talk with your parents?”
Llyano sighed. “Tomorrow. There’s time enough before we have to leave later in the day.”
“And have you given much thought to what the male who bound us together said?” Solax asked.
“It is confusing. He was confusing, but until I speak with my parents, I cannot clear up the hunch I have regarding his words.”
“What hunch?”
“You know.”
Solax nodded then after a while, voiced what Llyano was unable to. “You think they are not your real parents, don’t you? Your birth parents, I mean.”
Llyano sighed then nodded. “I am afraid to think it, but something inside tells me it is true.” Llyano shook his head. “I do not know how to feel about it, but I must ask. I must know.”
“Then find out all you need to know and let it go,” Solax advised.
“Let it go?”
“Yes. It matters not whether they birthed you or not. They were your parents and they never made you question that for any reason, did they not?”
Llyano was silent for a while, then he answered, “They did. But…”
“But nothing. They raised you into a fine king, and besides, it is not a definite yet. Hear them out first before you rage at them if you truly need to do so.”
Llyano fell silent at that once more, staring into a faraway space as he contemplated the words of his mate. His whole life he’d thought of himself as the Wind Fae Prince, then later their king. He’d identified with them and with those who raised him as his parents. To have these doubts was mind-boggling. It was unthinkable, and it threw his whole life into a huge question mark. If he was not their son, then who was he?
Even so, he held Solax’s words close to his chest. He could not dwell on these doubts until he was a hundred and ten percent absolutely sure that there was some foundation to it. He would wait and discern the truth, then go from there. With a sigh, he nodded his head against Solax’s embrace and sighed once more when Solax laid a reassuring kiss on his forehead.
“Sleep. Tomorrow will be soon enough to have all your questions answered, Llyano.”
Llyano hugged Solax to him tighter then closed his eyes, knowing that his mind would not rest enough for him to have a well-rested sleep, but it would be just enough for him to get a brief respite until he needed to face the new day.
Chapter Fourteen
As they rode through the forest that led towards the drawbridge to where the men awaited their return, Solax kept stealing glances at his preoccupied mate, unable to get him to respond fully to him ever since they had set off for their journey back to Llyano’s tree castle.
Unable to withstand the silence anymore, Solax mentally nudged his mate to obtain his undivided attention. “How did your meeting with your parents go?”
Llyano turned his head to face his mate as they rode side by side along the path with their entourage together with them. To him, it was as though he was reliving the meeting once again as his mind flashed over to early this morning when he’d left his mate in bed and gone in search of his parents.
After asking directions from the few who had been awake so early in the morning, Llyano had made his way to the simplistic home his parents dwelled in, taking in their home in surprise soon after they’d let him in. Had he not seen it for himself, he would never have believed his parents capable of staying in such simplistic and unadorned home. Yet it was a cosy place, and it had felt like a real home, embracing him in.
“Mother, Father.”
“Our son.” The former queen had smiled then pulled him into a motherly hug, the feel of it and the smell of it reminding him of so many times passed when she’d taken him in her arms and held him close, nurturing and loving him. His remembered how his father had always teased them that they spoiled him rotten, but then the former king would join in and hug his family close to his heart and talk about how much they meant to him, and they would then realise that he was the most sentimental of their family, despite being the king of the wind Fae.
Like usual, the former king walked towards them and pulled them all into his arms, but with Llyano’s weight, was unable to lift them all into his arms and spin around with them as he always did. So he settled for holding them all close.
“It feels like eternity since we last had a family hug. We are so proud of the man you have become, son. So proud,” the former king said, his voice breaking, and even Llyano felt so touched that tears choked him in his throat as he held them back and buried his face and breathed in the unique smell that was his family. A scent he’d missed so much, yet had not known the depth of how much until this very moment. It felt as though all the weight of ruling he’d been carrying on his shoulders eased greatly as he succumbed to the tender ministrations of his parents and of those who loved him unconditionally.
