The Fae Prince's Fated Mate: M/M Gay Paranormal Romance

by J B Black

  “I love you,” Voski crooned. His mind chanted a claim, but his teeth spoke that clearly as did the blood upon his lips, and each moan from Ash who had only guided his neck more firmly into the other’s grip showed the returned confirmation. They belonged to each other, but that wasn’t enough. Possession alone meant nothing. Ash had to know. The emotions welled up, bubbling like a spring - hot and needy. “I love you - love you so much.”

  Ash tasted so sweet. His magic electrified the air. A miasma of power hung between them, and pouring a second load into the warlock, Voski groaned as the pair collapsed into the mattress. His mind swirled with the edges of his body and beyond. The way Ash continued to convulse around his cock - the panting through parted rosy lips - swollen from kisses and cock. To the glazed, pleasure-drunk contentment in Ash’s glimmering honey-hued eyes.

  Never wanting to leave - never wanting to ever move on from this moment, Voski found his blood rushing once more, and he lifted, bringing Ash up and into his lap. The warlock collapsed back, letting the fae take his weight, and Voski set about touching every inch. He palmed the mess of cum across Ash’s belly, fondling the neatly groomed hair about the warlock’s cock. As hairless as he was elsewhere - from legs and chest to the downy barely there hair upon his arms and lack of even a shadow of it upon his face, it didn’t surprise Voski to see it sparse and carefully maintained where it did exist. Palming the warlock’s balls, he slowly brought him to hardness, listening to each soft gasp and low moan as Ash relaxed against him, letting the prince do as he pleased. This felt like power. No crown awarded him this moment. Ash gave him this, and the blessing of this private moment - the trust it represented between them - intoxicated the fae. When he brought Ash to his third orgasm, the man arched, crying out without sound as his eyes rolled back in his head.

  With Voski’s cock filling up his insides, Ash sagged back, melting against the warmth of the fae’s broad chest as his cock pitifully spurted cum for the third time. His mind spun, hazy as his stomach bulged, rounded by the sheer girth of the fae’s sizeable cock and the cum already poured inside him. Kept deep within by the firm length that never seemed to tire. Despite the heat of their coupling relaxing, Voski remained insistent. His tongue and teeth and lips marked their way over every inch of skin from one shoulder to the other and back to pay special attention to where his sharp teeth had pierced the back of Ash’s neck, holding him in place when he had fucked into him the second time.

  As rough as their second coupling had been, the prince settled back into softer touches now. Still just as worshipful. Every single thrust and kiss screamed of his affection. He held nothing back. Limp and malleable in the other’s hands, Ash only panted, moaning as he had no desire to protest. No one treated him this way. Not a single soul who he had taken within his body left him feeling as warm and full. If Voski wished to make his body an altar for love, Ash would gladly be both shrine and sacrifice.

  Up and down, Voski lifted Ash with ease. His strong arms wrapped around the warlock’s thin waist. Large hands nearly met around his waist, and the sight of those fingers nearly brushing had both moaning as the fae slowly, carefully buried himself inside the warmth of his lover’s wrecked hole. Cum sloshed about in Ash’s belly. Heavy and hot and wet, it filled out the curve of him, awakening a longing he had never fed.

  “Do it,” Voski whispered like an incubus in his heart. A demon tempting him to take - to embrace his selfish instincts. “You’re a warlock. Filled you so well - you could do it. Let it take. Let it grow.”

  Ash moaned, broken and overwhelmed. His dick twitching, but not yet ready to rise as cool hands caressed his overheated skin. “I-I can’t.”

  “But you want to.”

  And he did. He wanted to do it - to conceive. To let his magic take hold and spin between them. As a warlock, he could control his fertility, and flooded with cum, he would be certain to quicken. Voski’s baby - their child growing inside him. The thought haunted the back of his eyelids, taunting the warlock with each blink. Too thin all his life, with a babe in his belly, he might finally gain some weight. The firm roundness of his ass jiggling - all the better for Voski to bury his dick inside as Ash’s belly curved, round and heavy and full of life. The prince would worship him all the more. Their child in his belly - even if Voski left, even if he found his fated mate, then he would always have a piece of the fae.

  Like ice, clarity sent shivers down his spine. He fell too close. This wanting - this was what had led to his mother’s undoing. A witch - she had the same control he did. That made it worse, didn’t it? She knowingly allowed herself to conceive. Despite being the mistress - in spite of how obvious it likely was that her lover would never leave his fated mate, his mother had conceived him.

  Tears gathered in Ash’s eyes, pouring down as he moaned - caught between his breaking heart and the pleasure of Voski’s hands upon him - the ecstasy of the fae’s cock pushing inside him again and again, brushing his prostate and filling him until he could taste him in the back of his throat. His body bent to the other’s love so easily, but he couldn’t - he didn’t dare take more.

  “You’d look so beautiful,” Voski purred, cupping the cum-filled curve of his lover’s belly. “Round and full of our child.” As Ash shook his head, grinding back despite himself, the fae moved up to pinch at the dusky rose of the warlock’s nipples. “Your little chest would swell too. Sweet breasts full of milk - your whole body transformed because of this,” he said, thrusting deep for emphasis. “I’d keep you happily full for the rest of our days if you wished it. The line of Faerie would blossom - our children would never be lonely. Another brood would always be growing inside your belly. Your birthing slit,” he whispered, rubbing the smooth skin between Ash’s balls and his stuffed ass, “would never seal again.”

  “Would you fuck it then?” Ash murmured, grinding down to meet the thrusts as he took his own cock in hand.

  Voski hummed. His lips trailed kisses up the warlock’s neck. “We could experiment. One of your silicon shafts in one hole and me in the other. Whichever offered you the most pleasure, I would do.”

  “S-silicon?” the warlock gasped as the fae’s large hand wrapped around his, guiding his strokes. “When did you…?”

  Nuzzling into Ash’s neck, the prince murmured, “I saw them in your past orders on that shopping site. All the words said they were so big - but I worried you wouldn’t be able to take me if that is what mortals think is large.”

  Ash flushed with embarrassment. His already heated skin brightened as he squeezed his slick hole around the thick cock within him. Undoubtedly, Voski outsized every man he had had before and all toys as well. Even the monstrous cock from a specialty site had nothing on the fae. The longer the prince remained inside him, the truer his earlier words seemed to be - the fae truly rearranged him, modeling the warlock’s insides to mold to the can-sized thick rod spreading him wide and grinding impossibly deep inside him. A forearm seemed smaller than Voski’s cock. Bred and with his birthing slit open, the straighter path to his womb would more easily take the massive manhood, but Ash feared he had awoken something within him. Despite enjoying a hard fucking, he had never considered himself a size queen. Now, he would be a fool to think he wanted anything or anyone else. Even if he allowed the prince to breed him - to fill him until he rounded - gravid and swollen with his slit dripping and open, his ass would crave the stretch, and no silicon would be able to please either hole unless it were modeled after Voski’s cock.

  As the warlock fell apart once more, his trembling did nothing to quench the burning fires of desire which twisted, twining like snakes in his core. Ash held all the power, but he failed to see it. Voski kissed and praised and came inside him again and again. Every rush of pleasure crumbled in fear that he might not get to keep the gorgeous man who writhed, crying his pleasure in the prince’s arms. If only he would conceive - if only Ash would see that they were meant to be, then Voski could steal him away to Faerie. A child solidified the union b
etween fated mates. With a babe in Ash’s belly, no one could protest his position as Voski’s consort and love. No one could separate them.

  However, no matter how Ash’s belly rounded, the seed remained abandoned within the heat of the warlock’s body. Fear gripped at the fae’s heart. Did Ash not want him? Had he misread the situation? Hadn’t Ash understood? Voski could barely recall if his confession of love had been returned. With the warlock in his arms, he had let the words fall to the wayside, but if this were some tithe to keep the fae from taking something the warlock considered more valuable, Voski doubted he would survive. Even the thought squeezed his heart, threatening to shatter him into a thousand tiny shards.

  “I love you,” he professed, aching to paint the words into the warlock’s skin. “Love you, Ash. Love you so much.”

  Again and again, they coupled until Ash’s belly remained round with cum even without the thickness of the prince’s cock to keep it all locked up tight inside. When sleep finally came - despite how hard the fae fought it, it was restless not for the peace of mind but the exhaustion in the prince’s body.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Even in his sleep, Voski curled possessively around the warlock. Ash laid on his back. His eyes traced the ceiling in the dark. The fae clung to one of his hands, holding it to his cheek as he slept as if it were a leash to keep the warlock tethered to him, but Ash’s free hand rested on the swell of his belly. Cum slowly leaked from him, dripping onto the sheets as he pressed, letting it slide free of his body. He dared not move. Voski would wake, but Ash couldn’t bear to keep his love’s seed within him when he could not bring himself to conceive. Temptation weighed heavily upon him. It would be so easy. The most natural thing in the world to let his body take its natural course. With the sheer volume, he could have twins or more. An entire brood could plant within his belly, and long after Voski returned to his pursuit of his fated mate or the throne of Faerie, Ash could swell and be pinned by the weight of this night. His stomach would stand heavy and a mark of all that never was.

  It brought tears to his eyes once more, and he glared up at the ceiling as he swallowed them back down. He knew better. His mother suffered and died away from everything she knew because she made that choice, and she had not considered how he would suffer alongside her. As much as he would love any child of Voski’s, he could not predict the future. His mother had no way of knowing she would die. Without access to other magic users, she had no way but the mortal way, and her own skills hadn’t been in healing. The same diseases could haunt his blood, and all his research to prevent that wouldn’t make any difference. Fate had never been kind.

  No - it was better to let the seed drain out. To feel the wet patch grow beneath him as an irritating reminder that this spot was not his. He had no right to lay beside Voski.

  Turning over onto his side to face the prince’s sleeping face, Ash cursed his past self for dawdling. It served no one. His heart ached, but his magic hung calm in the air about him as the threads appeared. So many cords clung to Voski. AS prince, he had an entire realm tethered to his being, and even at a distance, the cords hung tight about him - anchors keeping him in place by his own decisions to not leave Faerie to others. He knew his path. Took it and embraced it despite how the responsibility weighed heavily upon him. Handsome and strong and far too kind, Voski deserved the mate of his dreams. Someone capable for caring for him - capable of lightening the load which weighed so cruelly upon such a sweet and gentle soul.

  Even as his eyes watered, Ash lowered his gaze to the red string about Voski’s left little finger. Strong and vibrant, it thrummed - alive and well-tended, glimmering with a bond on the edge of completion. Ash’s head beat like a drum. They were close. Whoever Voski would be with was near, and they would obviously be together and bonded shortly by the way the thread reacted. Good. Voski ought to be happy.

  Unthinking, the warlock reached forward to touch it with his own left hand, but he froze as his hand hovered in the air. A line of red fell between them. Short and glimmer.

  “Oh…” Ash gasped, shifting his left hand to catch his own thread - their thread. “That’s...I’m not...we’re…?”

  Voski shifted, blinking awake, “Ash?” All at once, he woke when his eyes caught on the warlock’s tears. “Ash!? What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Did I -”

  But Ash covered his mouth, pressing the fingers of his right hand against the fae’s lips. “Look.”

  Tugging on the string, the warlock let his magic thicken between them, and when green eyes caught on the red thread tethering the pair together, he laughed, launching himself at his mate. “Thank the gods!” He wrapped Ash in his arms, holding him tight. “Fate or not, I had no intention of letting you go, but now no one can deny it. I am yours, and you are mine!”

  Tears of anguish turned quickly to joy. Relief overwhelming both as Ash exclaimed, “I love you.”

  Voski smiled, pressing their foreheads together. “I love you too.”

  Pushing his back back down into the bed, the warlock climbed onto his lap, stroking the fae’s thick cock to hardness. “I need inside me now.”

  “But you’re already dripping with me,” the prince teased, sinking two fingers into the slick heat where his seed still resided. “Gods, Ash, you’re so wet and open.”

  Ash moaned. “For you - all for you.”

  He sunk down onto Voski’s cock. His hole fluttered as he sunk down easily to the hilt. Slowly, he rose, thighs trembling before he sunk down. The revelation broke a rushing desperation which existed unspoken between them, but a new weight settled in the warlock’s belly. They didn’t need multiples. Didn’t need twins. A single child would be enough. As Voski had promised earlier, there could always be more - would be more. An entire family - large and happy and content with the knowledge that no one had would be forced to take a throne they did not want or be left to the wolves without care. They would be loved and safe.

  “You feel so good - hot and wet and mine,” Voski groaned, thrusting up into the heat of his lover’s body - his mate’s body. The dream mate he had always longed for could not compare to the truth that was Ash. “We’re going to be bound - you and me. Bound and married and - and -”

  “Pregnant.”

  Black swallowed the emerald of Voski’s eyes until the color remained only as a sliver of a ring. “Pregnant?”

  “Want your baby. Round and soft and yours,” Ash moaned, clenching around the thick shaft as he rocked. His magic curled in his stomach, shifting and taking root. “You wanted it too, right? You and me. Our baby.”

  “Yes - seven hells, yes!”

  Recognition and profession of their love bound them, solidifying the string between them in a brilliant red which overwhelmed the warlock’s sight, but even as pleasure urged him to ride his mate faster, his magic hummed alive and strong within as it settled his will into existence.

  With a jolt, Voski bucked, coming inside Ash once more, and the warlock sprayed his own release, clenching as their magics met, tying them together in fate and in blood. The seed firmly planted - safe and warm and growing inside Ash as they clung together - kissing in the aftermath.

  Chapter Fourteen

  When the sun rose, cascading through the blinds, Ash awoke with a sense of peace he had never known. He cuddled closer, nuzzling into his mate’s chest as Voski softly sighed in his sleep. The warlock never wanted to move. Nothing could get better. He could feel the spark of life growing inside him, and with his mate’s arms around him, Ash luxuriated in the warmth.

  “Stay in today?” Voski murmured into Ash’s multicolored hair.

  Humming in agreement, the warlock pressed a kiss to the underside of the fae’s jaw. “Sounds good to me.”

  Voski smiled sleepily, but his brows furrowed. “My mother will expect me to inform her immediately.”

  Immediately, dread pooled in the warlock’s stomach. As wonderful as Voski was, he came with the whole of Faerie and a royal family. Ash hadn’t met his mate’s father,
but his mother walked right into Ash’s apartment without consideration or anything resembling respect for his territory. Her coldness left little assurance that she would be the sort of grandparent he wanted for his child when she had left her son so desperately isolated that he could only believe that his future mate would serve as a savior.

  Cupping Ash’s face, Voski let their foreheads rest against one another. “We can wait. I wouldn’t mind staying in the mortal world with you longer.”

  “Yeah...if you don’t mind.” Ash shifted, throwing a leg over Voski’s hips to crawl and collapse against his mate’s chest. “I’ve never even gotten a formal hearing with the guild. How am I suppose to not fuck up in a Faerie court?”

  Voski’s fingers danced over the warlock’s bare back. “To your advantage, we rarely deal with the guild or anyone in the mortal world. As you’re my mate and already carrying our child, they’ll forgive you almost anything.”

  “Wonderful,” Ash laughed.

  Their eyes met, and the prince smiled. “Fae adore children. We’ll forgive you almost anything as long as you’re carrying one.”

  “Great, we can see how much political reform you can get done. I’m rather fond of the idea of only having one at a time, but I’d like to have a big family,” the warlock confessed, sitting up to lay a hand over where their child grew.

  Emerald eyes watched him hungrily. “Gods, you’re perfect.”

  The warlock laughed, ducking to steal a kiss from his lover’s lips. Slowly, the two moved together. Their hips ground, pressing the hardening lengths of their manhoods together. Tongues entwined, they lazily chased their passion, allowing the soft glow of the morning to overtake them bit by bit. This was where they belonged. Together.