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Ikkairius - Kallixstus
[a glimpse as a few rare moments of emotion from both]
~ Moonlight ~
[Ikkairius]
The stifling heat of August hung over the floating island of Creperum Nova, its balmy thickness like a blanket of moisture. Throughout the massive fortresses of Mitternacht and Tagesanbruch, a great feast was set out on long, polished wood tables. Glowing crystals were strung over the battlements and across courtyards, their multicolored light softening the harsh stone. Garlands of flowers and leaves, interwoven with cloth, added a touch of the surrounding nature to the festive scene. In the corner of each castle’s main courtyard was a group of musicians, their ambient melodies muted by the balmy air. Brightly dressed figures stood in groups around the fortresses or moved through the thick clumps, graceful despite the arching black wings that rose from their shoulders. Every so often the great feathered wings would spread, and a figure would leap into the sky, sailing over the waters of the still lakes below to glide towards the opposite castle.
Above the fortresses, gardens and bungalows hung in the sky, suspended by the greater magic of Creperum Nova. A quiet stillness pervaded the muggy twilight air, broken only by the occasional cry of ecstasy as a few of the revelers began the later parts of the Harvesttide Festival a bit early.
Standing on one of the viewing balconies of a low-hanging bungalow, I gazed down at the celebration below. The spreading landscape was amazing in its absolute symmetry of fortress, lake, and wood. It was a bit surprising given the slightly chaotic and unpredictable nature of the Dark Selestarri who inhabited the floating island.
My eyes were drawn once again to the tiny figures moving over the brick and mortar battlements of Mitternacht. Soon the music would increase in speed and the Dark would begin to whirl in fast paced steps that would celebrate the passing of the summer season.
After spending seventy-five years on Creperum Nova I was still amazed at the differences in the way that the two halves of the Selestarri race commemorated the same event. The orderly, highly ritualistic festival of the Bright almost seemed cold and stark when compared to the rollicking dance and furious copulation of the Dark. From that perspective, it was easy to determine which would be more interesting, and yet I found myself wishing for the crystal towers of Aureus Eyrie.
The familiar, aching loneliness spread through my chest as images of the Bright and their home flooded my thoughts. Even after thousands of years I could still clearly see the great chamber of the Assembly, the Hall of Chronicles, the Athenaeum, the picturesque gardens with their chromatic arrangements…
A sigh escaped my lips and I stretched my white-feathered wings. If I were to appear at the gates of the crystal towers today, I would find no welcome despite my status as a Bright. They believed that I had died millennia ago, killed by my own curiosity.
The truth, however, was much different. I had had strong views on the Prophecy of Peace, and the Assembly thought I was dangerous. Many feared I would become Dark and use my formidable magic to fight them and wreak havoc on the humans. To quell their fears, the Bright had given me the Gioa Crystal with the hopes that my interest in foreign talismans would conveniently backfire. For the most part their plan had worked, and I’d been trapped within the Crystal. Twenty five years ago a Dark named Kasch had discovered how to release me, but the price was that I’d protect his half-breed children from the Selestarri who wished to kill them.
Reluctantly I accepted, and despite my initial aloofness, the children quickly endeared themselves to me. For many years we lived on a part of Nova called Cinis, enjoying the peace and isolation. Then Kasch was killed and his brother Ecanus destroyed Cinis in a magical inferno fueled by rage and grief. I took the children to Earth, hoping to hide them from their enemies until they could defend themselves. Kallixstus and Ancelin, the older siblings, were determined to return to Creperum Nova and find acceptance. The youngest, Kribensis, had lost his memory and most of his powerful magic in the destruction of Cinis. For his own safety, we left him in the thick forests of northern Europe.
Twenty years after Kasch’s death I was still on Nova, hated by both the Dark and the Bright. After years of building a reputation for ruthlessness and cruelty, Kallixstus and Ancelin had earned a grudging respect from the Dark, and had settled into their lives. Even Kribensis had been successful, raising an army and conquering the neighboring areas of Europe. As my charges grew into their own power they relied less on my ability to protect them and in my solitude I found myself ravaged by frequent bouts of loneliness.
Despite my powerful magical abilities, I had no defenses to fight this new enemy. Before my imprisonment in the Gioa Crystal I was known to be a loner, choosing to spend my time alone in the expansive libraries on Aureus Eyrie. Yet when I wished there were others to interact with. Now that I was outcast by both the Bright and the Dark and forced into a solitude broken only by the infrequent visits of Ancelin and Kallixstus, I found something terrifying in the idea of being alone.
Far below, in the main courtyard of Mitternacht, the music began to increase in rhythm, and the Dark moved in the intricate steps of the first ritual dance. Circles of dancers formed, merged, and reformed as they moved first to the east and then to the west.
Resting my head on my arms, I watched the scene progress with feigned interest, forcing myself to take stock of each turn and shift. It was better than facing the reality of the empty bungalow behind me.
[Kallixstus]
Thick, balmy summer air rushed over the spread of my wings as I slowly tipped the edge under the current and banked to the left. My feet scraped the top of the stone wall before landing in the soft grass of the garden. Flowers, trees, and shrubs rose around me in carefully maintained plots. I knew how hard Ikkairius worked at making the garden beautiful, and his quiet perfection was evident in everything from the deliberately placed rocks on the pond to the brick-rimmed flower beds.
Rose-colored light crystals shone from black lanterns meticulously placed along the tile walk that lead to the small, earth-colored bungalow. Inhaling the sweet floral scents, I made my way down the path. Pushing aside the gauzy sheers that hung in the open doorway, I was surprised to find the bungalow dark and empty.
The fireplace was cold and the black ashes were neatly swept off the hearth stones. Fresh fruit and a vase of flowers sat on the wooden table, its low legs surrounded by brightly-colored pillows. In the far corner, ringed by windows on both sides and on the ceiling, was a wood-framed bed. To my left, paper screens blocked off the section of the room used to store the gardening supplies.
I pulled the cords that fastened my heavy red over-robe and let the garment slide to the floor. I had only stopped in to quickly visit with Ikkairius before returning to the Harvesttide festival, but the heat was unbearable in that stifling fabric. I stretched my small wings and remembered to sheath my talons before pouring a glass of water from the pitcher by the fireplace. Ikkairius hated it when I broke his ceramic cups.
The sluggish night breeze ruffled the thin curtains hanging over the double doors to the balcony, and I caught a glimpse of white-feathered wings. Finishing the water, I silently crossed the wooden floor and leaned against the doorframe.
The full moon loomed large in the night sky, its silver light washing all below it in an unearthly sheen. Ikkairius was standing at the balcony rail, his shoulders slumped and his face tilted to watch the festivities in the castles below. The glowing white of his hair and wings gave him a softness and fragility that I found appealing. The mauve-tipped, ivory strands fell below his narrow shoulders, each section dyed to match the tinting of the long flight feathers of his wings. He had undone the top of his robe, letting the fabric fall to his waist and revealing more of his lean frame than I had ever seen. A sleeveless, tight-fitting black top molded to the muscles in his back, the definition broken only by a muted green light pulsing slowly in the space between his wings. The Gioa Crystal. I had never laid eyes on it, but Ancelin had once spied on Ikkairius in the baths and told me that the artifact was imbedded directly into the Bright’s flesh.
Ikkairius sighed and I realized for the first time the sense of sadness that hung in the air around him. It struck me suddenly how out of place Ikkairius was, not only because he was a Bright, but because he was out of time as well. My guardian possessed magic and knowledge that was thousands of years out of step with our own. Even if the Bright would accept him at the Eyrie, he would find none that could relate to him. The physical and emotional loneliness he must experience were something I couldn’t fathom. Even though I was hated by most of the Selestarri, I had always had my siblings to help me. Ikkairius had no one.
“Hey, Ikkairius,” I said softly, stepping onto the balcony.
The shining white hair and wings shifted as he turned toward me. I caught his violet eyes for a moment and the sorrow I saw etched there froze the air in my lungs. I had never seen Ikkairius elicit such emotion; he was always so guarded and detached.
The Bright turned away, and I noticed how tightly his hands gripped the rail. “I didn’t expect to see you tonight.”
I shrugged, assuming an air of nonchalance, but in truth I was unnerved by the sight of my guardian in such obvious pain. “I just thought I’d stop by to see if you needed anything. I haven’t seen you in a few weeks.”
Ikkairius looked back at me, his face carefully composed. “I’m fine. Where’s your sister?”
I smiled. “Ancelin has a new toy. She decided to skip the celebration and spend the night breaking it in.”
“I see.”
Silence closed around us, permeated by the misery that Ikkairius tried but failed to contain. He had always protected us, defended us against Kasch, Ecanus, or any other Dark who threatened. I knew he still checked in on Kribensis frequently, making sure that he was safe and content. Even though we were grown he was still our protector, the one Selestarri we knew cared for us and whom we could count on.
As I studied his slender form, I realized for the first time that Ikkairius wasn’t that much older than me. If we had been born in the same time frame, he would have been no more than twenty or so years my senior. His serious manner made him seem much older. The sudden revelation increased my uneasiness at his despair, and I found that I wanted to comfort him, much as I would have done for Ancelin or Kribensis.
I stepped to the edge of the balcony and gazed down at the sprawl of the fortresses below, the party lights and drifting music. Ikkairius stood at my side, his violet eyes half closed, and his hands still clenching the railing.
“Do you ever think about the Bright?” I asked after a moment.
My guardian remained silent, but he stiffened slightly at the question.
“Do you miss them?” I pressed. It seemed important for me to know, as though it would justify the emotions I had sensed from him.
Ikkairius swallowed hard and nodded.
I turned to look at the Bright, his delicate features caught in the light of the moon. His eyes were closed now, and I noticed that he had begun to shake. I reached over and took one of his hands in mine, admiring the smoothness of his alabaster skin and the length of his fingers. He flinched at my touch and tried to pull away, but it was half-hearted and I easily kept his hand within mine. His eyes remained closed, but a faint pink blush had begun to spread over his cheeks.
“I remember the first time we met,” I said softly. “Kasch was still angry with me for killing Trilless and as punishment he broke both my wings and chained me to the top of the South Tower in Cinis. For over a month he left me there, denied medical attention or shelter during the Week of Storms. Kasch frequently came up to the tower to beat me, but would allow no one else to see me. My pain and fear were so great that I had given up hope and begun to believe that I would die. I started to have delusions, holding conversations with people I thought were there, believing that I was falling and flapping my broken wings uselessly on the slate floor, shrieking in agony. One night, as I lay bleeding on the stone from Kasch’s visit, I opened my eyes to find someone standing over me. They were back-lit by the silver moon, and their wings, hair, and skin shone with beautiful, ethereal light. In that instant I understood why the humans thought the Selestarri were angels.” I squeezed Ikkairius’ trembling hand. “You were the first Bright I had ever seen.”
[Ikkairius]
I had been caught off guard by Kallixstus’ sudden appearance at my bungalow, but I was totally unprepared to have him take my hand or tell the story of the first time we met. To hear him speak of it with such tenderness was strange.
“It hurts doesn’t it?” Kallixstus’ gentle voice interrupted my thoughts.
“What?”
“It hurts to be alive. To be unable to relieve the pain inflicted by our circumstances and environment. We have to continue everyday, knowing that it won’t get any better, but compelled to move forward at any rate.”
His words stunned me. How much did Kallixstus know about my loneliness? Was it that obvious? I realized he was still holding my hand and I pulled away from him. The half-Dark reluctantly let me go, but only to move his hands to my shoulders. The heat of his rough palms sank into my flesh, and against my will I reveled in his closeness.
He smelled of the incense they used at the festival and of flowers, probably from being in the garden. The moonlight seemed to enhance the shadows on his olive-toned skin, deepening the definition of his muscular frame. His only clothing consisted of a pair of tight, black pants that hung low on his hips and leather boots that laced up to his knees. His chest was a solid wall of strength and I was surprised to find that I desperately wanted to know what it felt like, the touch of the silky skin as it slid under my fingertips or the way the muscles would tighten if I ran my hands over them. I knotted my hands in my clothing to keep them under control and forced my eyes to move elsewhere. Thick locks of dark green hair blanketed his bare shoulders and back, interrupted only by the streak of white over his right eye. I suspected his heavy robe was somewhere in the bungalow, but his hand moved to stroke my cheek and my attention was yanked from the study of his body.
I hated the way my face burned at his touch, my embarrassment so profoundly visible. He smiled down at me, his dark red eyes blazing with concern. I wanted to tell him that I was fine, that he should enjoy the festival and leave me alone, but the words died in my throat as his mouth closed over mine.
Kallixstus traced the lines of my jaw, the fingers of his right hand gently tilting my head to accommodate his height. I could feel the press of his chin against my own, the flesh warm and smooth. His lips were softer than I thought they’d be, firm in their control, but not painfully so.
The entire length of his body settled against mine as the kiss continued. A wave of heat rolled down my spine as the solidness of his chest met mine. I could feel Kallixstus breathe, an act I could not seem to get my frozen body to undertake. With a gentle motion his hips rubbed against mine, pinning me against the rail. The bulge in his groin, already semi-hard, pulsed against my thigh.
The overwhelming presence of his eager body frightened me and I broke the kiss and pulled away from him. I stared down at the floor of the balcony, silently cursing the burning flush of my face and neck.
“Ikkairius?” Kallixstus’ hand left my face and threaded through my hair. I realized I was shaking again and gripped the rail tightly, commanding my body to stop.
“Shouldn’t… Don’t you…” I tripped over the words. “Why don’t you just go to the festival?”
Avoiding his eyes, I forced myself to walk calmly across the balcony and into the bungalow. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I deliberately turned my back on the main part of the room, hoping Kallixstus would leave quickly. What was wrong with me? I complained about being alone, but when there was someone around, I pushed them away. Disgusted, I rested my head in my hands and sighed.
I felt his presence even before the weight settled on the bed beside me. My skin still flamed scarlet with embarrassment, and although I tried, I couldn’t look at him. After a long moment, gentle hands slid down the loose cascade of my hair before reaching up to remove my green and white hat.
The uncontrollable trembling returned as his hands continued their path through my hair, and I almost gasped aloud when his fingers grazed the bare skin of my shoulder. Tiny sparks of electricity shot through my body from the point of contact, racing to explode in my groin, where my pants were growing painfully tight.
“Do you truly wish for me to leave or are you just scared, Ikkairius?” His voice was quiet, but the raspy overtones betrayed his excitement. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck, his lips close to my ear and I wanted to melt, to give myself up to him, but I was terrified of losing control.
“Why?” I whispered, still unable to look at him.
Kallixstus slipped two fingers under my chin and pulled my hands away from my face. He carefully raised my chin until I was forced to look into his deep red eyes, held by their intense expression as his other hand pushed long white strands of hair from my eyes.
“You’re my protector, Ikkairius, and I can’t stand to see you in pain. Especially when I can do something about it.” The half-Dark smiled and I caught a quick flash of his sharp fangs. “But if that gets out it will ruin my reputation, so lets just say I’m here because it’s Harvesttide.”
Trapped in the depths of his eyes, I nodded. Deep inside I was thrilled that he had chosen to stay, to ease the loneliness that threatened to rise up and overwhelm me.
[Kallixstus]
I had intended to return to the festival after Ikkairius left the balcony, but when I entered the bungalow to find him sitting on the bed, hunched and obviously miserable, I knew that I had to try again. Leaving him now, even if he did resist my offers of comfort, would be a disservice to all the times he had defended me or my siblings.
Not that my interest in him was purely derived from some sense of obligation. He was beautiful in a delicate, fragile way that made my blood run hot. My hands reveled in the touch of his silky hair and flawless skin. His violet eyes, perfectly framed by double-arched white eyebrows, reflected his every emotion and pulled me in, urging me to explore the complicated Bright.
Leaning forward, his chin still held securely in my hand, I kissed him tenderly. Ikkairius’ lips were slightly cold, although I found their chill refreshing in the sticky summer air. He sighed and the slight frame of his body shuddered as I traced the line of his throat with my fingers. The Bright continued to shiver as I stoked the satiny skin, running my fingers from collarbone to jaw line. I was hungry for the taste of his mouth, but I understood his fear, and so I contented myself with his neck.
The flesh was just as soft as I’d imagined and smelled slightly of roses and earth. I pressed my lips into the space just beneath his jaw, enjoying the tiny shiver that shook his body. Kissing him lightly, I moved to the hollow of his throat, exposing my teeth to barely scrape the tender alabaster skin and eliciting a small gasp from the Bright.
My hands found his lower back, eager to touch the firm muscles that had piqued my interest on the balcony. My fingers kneaded the solid flesh, gradually making their way along his spine to the curve of his rear. He shifted slightly and I took the opportunity to pull him into my lap. The very ends of his feathers quivered in fear and excitement as he straddled my legs and I kissed him softly on the mouth.
The furious blush remained over his face and throat, visible in the light of the windows. It gave him a look of innocence that I found alluring. I kissed him again, unable to resist swiping my tongue over his full bottom lip. He made a small noise in the back of his throat that was half-whimper and half-moan, but after I licked him a second time, he opened his mouth. Pleased at the invitation, I reigned in my first instinct, which was to thrust into his open mouth and explore. Instead, I carefully ran my tongue over his fangs and top teeth before entwining with his hot, wet flesh. For a few moments we examined each other slowly, and I let Ikkairius set the pace as I concentrated on discovering his body.
I slipped my hands under the bottom of his sleeveless shirt, relishing the feel of his velvety skin. It lay tight across his stomach muscles, strong and firm even after thousands of years. He inhaled sharply as my fingers trailed over the individual ridges and his tongue pushed at mine aggressively. I gently nipped him in response and pushed the skintight shirt up under his arms. Careful to avoid the imbedded Gioa Crystal, I found the bundles of nerves at the base of his wings and pushed with my fingers. Ikkairius moaned and leaned into me, his hands gripping my shoulders tightly.
Reluctantly I pulled away from him and tugged at the shirt. His wings immediately became translucent and I tugged the fabric over his head and threw it on the floor. I paused to study him for a moment, entranced by the white-winged angel who straddled my legs. His eyes were riveted to the blue blankets below us, almost as if he were afraid to look at me. Wrapping my arms about his waist, I pulled the slender Bright to my chest. My lips found his neck once again, and I nuzzled the silken skin as I rose up on my knees and placed him on his back. He immediately stiffened within my grasp, the muscles of his body bracing as if they expected an attack.
I released my hold and smoothed the mauve-tipped hair from his face. “Are you all right?” I asked quietly.
The violet pools avoided me once again. The flush on the Bright’s cheeks created a new shade of crimson and he nodded. “It’s just, I haven’t…” He whispered. “I don’t know…”
I placed my fingers over his mouth and shook my head. “You don’t have to explain anything to me. I just want you to enjoy yourself tonight.”
Ikkairius nodded, the purple eyes expressing his gratitude, and I knew I had given the right answer. He may be embarrassed about his inexperience, but I found it endearing.
He shyly gazed at me from the bed, his white wings and hair fanning about him as though the blue blankets were a pool of water. The blushing Bright Selestarri was easily one of the most beautiful sights I’d ever laid eyes on.
[Ikkairius]
I had never experienced such a division in my emotions. On one hand I was terrified, of Kallixstus, his hard, eager body, and the way he made completely passed through all my barriers. Deep within, though, I loved the touch of his hands and lips and the limitless red eyes that unraveled all my protests. He had rescued me from solitude with his words and gentle, non-demanding demeanor, forcing me to face, and ultimately ignore, all my fears of mental and physical intimacy. I had never felt closer to anyone, including myself.
Strands of long green hair brushed my face as Kallixstus leaned down to kiss my neck and collarbone. I sighed and closed my eyes, unable to smother the noise of pleasure that erupted from the back of my throat as his hands began to stroke the flat muscles of my stomach.
Images of the half-Dark’s olive-toned skin, highlighted in the moonlight of the balcony, sprang to my mind. With my eyes still tightly closed, I tentatively reached out to touch the hard expanse of his chest. I was surprised by the warmth of his skin and the faint beating of his heart. I felt the edges of his muscles and the toughened scars left from years of fighting for survival. A surreal feeling overtook me for a moment, as if I were only experiencing everything as part of a dream, but Kallixstus’ low groan as my fingers brushed his nipple quickly brought me back to reality.
He pushed his chest toward me and lightly bit down on my shoulder. His approval emboldened me and I pinched the hard nub sharply. The half-Dark responded in kind, his touch sending a bright streak of pleasure and longing directly to my straining erection. Soon we were rapidly running our hands over each other’s chests, pinching and fondling sensitive nipples as our mouths locked and loud moans filled the air. I lost myself in the sensations that raced over my body and was slightly surprised at how much I wanted to make him moan and squirm under my touch.
Kallixstus gripped my shoulders and rolled in one smooth motion, and I was suddenly looking down into the excited flash of his eyes. His hands unknotted the fastenings of my belt and tugged the black pants over my hips, exposing my burning erection to the colder air. I blushed, embarrassed to be so exposed, but with a wave of his hand his pants and boots disappeared as well, as if he understood and wanted to ease my discomfort.
I couldn’t help but to lower my head and look at his rigid endowment. It was perpendicular to his body, the head a deep reddish-purple and glazed with a copious amount of clear fluid. Despite his mixed parentage, Kallixstus had the Selestarri trait of being hairless below the neck. I had seen other male Selestarri at the baths, but never this close.
On impulse, I licked the seam of his lips just as his fingers grazed the magical talisman embedded between my shoulder blades.
The breath in my lungs solidified and I stared down at the half-Selestarri beneath me. I shook my head, unable to speak due to the fear that had blossomed in my chest and throat. The Gioa Crystal was unpredictable and I had no idea what would happen if he touched it. The thought of his being hurt at my expense was too much and I rose to my knees.
Kallixstus sat up and pulled his legs from under me. Without a word he turned me around and pushed my wings to either side. With a single finger he parted the hair at the nape of my neck and draped it over the front of my shoulders as I shivered. I glanced back, surprised to see him studying the fusion of flesh and crystal. It was an odd amalgamation, the rigid, crystalline structure merging with the soft tissue to form iridescent scales around the artifact. The original metal casements had fused with bone, vein, and skin and stretched into the foundations of my wings. The surface of the Crystal, covered in some places by tender skin (the attempts of my body to heal a wound), shone with a wan green light that beat with the rhythm of my heart.
Black energy formed in spiraling twists between his fingers as Kallixstus softly uttered the words of a shielding spell pattern. He settled it over the talisman, the heat of the magic warming my crystallized skin. Carefully, he touched the glowing artifact.
I felt his probing fingers the solid surface of the Gioa Crystal as surely as if he’d touched my shoulder. A simultaneous explosion of fire and electricity exploded over my back, lighting up every nerve in my body with indescribable pleasure. I arched my back and cried out, my wings involuntarily extending to their full span.
Kallixstus wrapped his arms around my waist as blinding white light obscured my vision. I felt the half-Dark’s hardened flesh against the inside of my bare thigh, the stimulation grounding me and clearing my vision. Strong hands kneaded my quads and buttocks and a hot tongue licked the back of my neck as I squirmed and moaned uncontrollably. The firm ministrations caused my skin to warm pleasantly before smooth palms gripped my quivering length.
I slumped against Kallixstus as he stroked me with a steady rhythm. Pressure built in my groin, hot and urgent. My hips began to rock in time with his hand as my body sought release. Playful bites to my neck and shoulders drove me to the edge, but when Kallixstus’ fingers began to alternately pinch my nipples in time with his stroking, I lost control. Black spots mottled my sight as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me and manifested as spurts of white liquid. Small, shuddering gasps forced my head back onto Kallixstus’ shoulder and he kissed the pointed tip of my right ear.
Caught up in the aftermath of the orgasm, I leaned into him, waiting for my vision to clear and my breathing to return to normal. Small jolts of electricity still shot down my spine, but their effect was lost in the blissful aftermath that coated my nerves.
I was still reveling in the intense calm that had taken over my body when a firm hand slid under my ass and pressed against me. My eyes flew open and caught Kallixstus’, but the half-Selestarri only smiled.
Keeping one arm around my waist, he removed his hand and reached for the windowsill. From the row of jars that I used to store lotions and herbal remedies, he selected a small blue jar. I watched as he worked off the cork stopper and set the jar back on the windowsill. Dipping two fingers inside, he paused to inhale the infused floral scent of the thick lotion before nibbling at my neck and running his other hand over my chest and stomach.
Concentrating on the feel of his teeth against my skin, I tried not to flinch as his coated fingers returned to my opening. Without hesitation he pressed into me, moving past the tight ring of muscle and then stopping so I could adjust. I whimpered through clenched teeth as he flexed his fingers, but he kissed me soothingly. After a moment, the pain drained away and Kallixstus slowly thrust his slick fingers as I moaned and rocked my hips.
“Do you like that, Ikkairius?” His voice was low and forceful, conveying his excitement and desire. I nodded and groaned helplessly as he pushed me forward so that my weight rested on both my hands and knees.
Kallixstus removed his fingers as he rose to his knees and ground his hips against my exposed rear. A moment later I felt the heat of his erection, slippery with lotion, as it rubbed against me. Suddenly scared of his large endowment penetrating my small opening, I twisted to the side, but his strong hands gripped my hips. Moving slowly, he pushed gently and I forcibly relaxed my body in an effort to stave off most of the pain. Kallixstus paused every moment or so to allow me to adjust, but after he was halfway in, he thrust swiftly and filled me in one fluid motion.
The pain caused me to gasp, and for a moment I was dizzy, but once he began to move, the head of his erection touched something deep inside me that took the breath from my lungs. Intense currents of pleasure seized my body and mind, renewed each time Kallixstus drove into me.
I began to meet his thrusts with my own, forcing him to hit the same spot with every motion. His response was to unsheathe his talons and lightly run them over my back and shoulders, eliciting a tingling that coursed down my spine.
Through the new, exquisite sensations, I felt connected to every channel of my body, every nerve and inch of skin. I sensed the complicated mesh of tissue, crystal, and metal from the Gioa Crystal, the slap of Kallixstus against me and the scrape of his talons against my skin, the soft fabric of the blankets beneath me, and the moisture-laden air as it rushed against my feathers. Wound lightly around this new core of pleasure and feeling, I experienced every inch of my body in ways I’d never imagined.
Caught up in the wild rush, I heard someone moaning with abandon, their voice deep and throaty and it took a moment to realize it was me. Kallixstus also began to grunt with the same rhythm as his thrusts, and I was secretly thrilled that I could please him.
His hands moved from my back to the base of my wings and he used them to pull me back against him with more force. I knew he was close, and the pulsing of my own flesh impatiently reminded me that I was ready again, too. I squeezed muscles together and the half-Dark shuddered. He unwound his left hand from the feathers of my wing and pressed against the surface of the Gioa Crystal.
For one serene, incorporeal moment I felt pure, unadulterated bliss, its sweetness wrapping over me. Then my magic surged through the Crystal and into Kallixstus. In complete unison, we screamed with ecstasy. I felt his orgasm as if it were my own, the hot tightness of my muscles, the release of sticky fluid, the quaking of nerve endings. Moments later my own release was triggered, sending a gush of liquid onto the blankets. Kallixstus moaned in harmony with my own voice, our bodies bound by the magic of the Gioa Crystal.
Spent, we collapsed, breathless and exhausted. The binding of the talisman began to fade, but in my half-asleep state I could sense Kallixstus’ Dark magic, nearly as strong as my own despite his human heritage.
He pulled away from me and I felt a momentary stab of loneliness return. Kallixstus must have sensed my fear through the fading bond because he pulled me close and kissed the top of my head.
Long minutes passed as I lay in his arms, my mind bordering on the edge of sleep. A jumble of questions and emotions tumbled through my head, but I shoved them away and concentrated on the simple feeling of the moment.
Kallixstus disentangled himself and sat up. He conjured a thick, black towel and gently wiped at the drying fluids on my thighs and the blankets. Apparently satisfied, he gathered me into his arms and carried me across the bungalow and into the garden.
If I hadn’t been so drained, I would have protested at the treatment, but I merely wrapped my arms around his neck and inhaled the sweaty scent of his skin.
The half-Dark stopped in front of the largest tree in the garden and knelt. He placed me on the ground and sat with his back against the tree before motioning for me to join him. I moved my exhausted muscles to sit at his side, but he grasped me my shoulders, twisted me around, and easily settled me between his legs.
I felt the touch of his magic against the Gioa Crystal and was dimly aware of the stronger sealing spell that he wove. Content with the knowledge that he wouldn’t be affected by the artifact, I leaned against him, sighing as he held me tightly.
The solid darkness of sleep pushed at my mind, and the last thing I remembered before it closed over me was the feel of Kallixstus’ arms hugging me close and his soft lips as he nuzzled my neck.
I knew that if tomorrow came and I was alone again, it didn’t matter. I could live on the memory of this night for years to come.
End: Moonlight
Bounce: 2004
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