by J B Black
“But they aren’t me.”
“No. They took me in when my father tried to kill me, but I killed him instead. You were just someone who lied to me,” Fannar retorted. Clenching his hands into fists, the warlock closed his eyes. “I massacred an entire palace. Every wife - every sibling - every single person who mocked my mother for being a fated mate incapable of being wanted by her mate to the point of exclusion. Even after her, he married two more women, adding to the hoard of children, and two days after my sixth birthday, he brought me into his room, attacking me after my mother died.”
Idris’s heart ached. When Morgana described Fannar’s history, she had not done the horrors justice. Where fated mates stood for everything good and right for Idris, Fannar only saw the horror. Faced with that, Fannar had every reason to believe his own mate was fully capable of terrorizing him in the ways Idris’s uncle had described.
“I have never wanted anyone but you,” Idris confessed. “Though I long credited that to our connection, with the coup and war and struggling to put my kingdom back together, I had little time, but others offered. They sent their daughters and son to me, but...my kingdom believes in fated love. I know not a single person who has a mate who has ever taken another lover. It’s a tenet of our unity, and it was how my uncle swayed so many to his side.”
Fannar shifted his weight from one foot to the other, frowning as he listened before he said, “I’m more afraid now that I might lose myself than that I would be your mindbroken prisoner. Children terrify me.”
“We could adopt,” Idris suggested, but Fannar shook his head.
“It isn’t the having alone. As tied as that has become to what the seer...what your uncle told me,” the warlock quickly corrected, meeting Idris’s violet gaze sincerely, “I think I would be a horrible parent. I’m selfish. The perfection I expect from myself would undoubtedly be placed upon them.”
Considering his fated one’s words, Idris hummed softly, “There are other ways to name an heir.”
“And there is that. You are a king. You’re powerful enough to fool me, and I’m familiar enough with Faerie law to understand that as equal as the position of king consort might theoretically be, as I am not fae, I’d still be beneath you,” Fannar reminded the blond. “You would have power over me, and I don’t trust that the day would never come when you’d use it.”
Though Idris longed to immediately swear such a day would not come, his own desperation to keep Fannar suggested that would be another lie. In the right circumstances - under certain pressure, he would use his power to protect Fannar, and if that required manipulating him or coddling him in a way which the warlock loathed, his opinion would come second to his life and prosperity. Still, they had come this far. Further than Idris had hoped. There had to be some solution.
“Bind us,” Idris whispered.
Fannar’s brows furrowed. “What?”
“Bind us. If we go through a binding ritual, we will be connected. It solves my fear of your abandonment and your mistrust. I will be unable to lie to you or hold secrets from you, and you would be unable to go where I could not find you,” the fae explained, crossing the room to take the black-haired man’s hands in his own. “It is more intimate than marriage, but I would have you twice over if you would consent.”
Biting his lip, Fannar met the fae’s imploring gaze. “I want to continue my work.”
“Then do.”
“If you go off conquering, I intend to fight alongside you,” Fannar pushed, and Idris smiled.
“I had hoped you would.”
With a final deep breath, Fannar nodded. “Then yes.”
Chapter Twelve
In the depth of night, Fannar drew the circle on the stone floor. Idris watched. His eyes shifted from the runes on the floor to his mate and back. Cloak folded on the bed, Fannar had rolled his sleeves up, revealing his forearms. He had such delicate wrists and fingers. The fae longed to kiss his way up the sensitive skin to mouth at the pale column of the other’s neck, but until they completed the vows and ceremonial portion, he kept his hands to himself.
“There,” Fannar declared. Scratching the back of his neck, he studied the runes. “That should do it. Are you sure about this?”
“I should be asking you that,” Idris chuckled, crossing the room to stand in front of Fannar in the center of the circle.
With a rueful smile, the warlock shook his head. “Once I’ve decided upon a path, I’m told I stick to it rather stubbornly.”
“I’m glad you decided upon me.”
Taking the fae’s hands in his own, Fannar spoke the incantations. His magic swelled around them, and Idris followed, summoning his own to join. Color flared. Lights shimmering as the vows of the binding tethered them together. Never again could they lie in form or speech. Wherever either went, the other would be able to follow. The thread of fate which tied them could not compare to the binding they chose for themselves, and as their magics melded, something more primal stirred within them.
A beat of silence marked the end, and Idris swayed as Fannar flushed. Their bodies thrummed.
“Fuck,” Fannar hissed. “Your magic…”
Idris groaned, pulling the other man against him. “I need - I need to touch you. All of you.”
Their lips met, and stumbling toward the bed, they tore each other’s clothes off. Shoving the fae into the bed, Fannar crawled on top of him, and when Idris’s fingers slid between his round asscheeks, they both moaned at how slick the warlock already was.
“You’re so wet,” the blond groaned, slipping two fingers inside. “Fuck - wet and ready for me.”
Fannar growled and reached back. His fingers wrapped around Idris’s wrists. At first, he held him in place, rocking back to allow the other’s fingers to press deeper, but then he pulled forward, and he slapped Idris’s hand back, forcing the fingers out of him. Pushing his fated mate back, he crawled over him, aligning the hardening length with his slick hole. The tip of his cock pressed against the loosened furl, and when the head popped inside, both men moaned. Fannar’s heavy-lidded gaze almost set Idris off, but nothing could have prepared him for the way Fannar keened, tossing his head back as he sunk down.
His warm hole swallowing the other’s throbbing manhood inch by inch. Hot soft flesh encased him. The feeling left Idris breathless as Fannar sobbed, clenching around him as his own cock leaked.
Unable to resist, Idris took Fannar’s erection in hand. His thumb brushing over the head before he pushed his nail into the slit, groaning as his fated mate’s hole squeezed around him. “How is every part of you so beautiful? All lean and pale...fuck - I want to taste you.”
Fannar moaned, biting his lip as he pressed a hand against his stomach as he bottomed out completely. Idris could only stare. His heart thundered in his ears as his cock bulged. He had feared he would never see the wondrous sight again. Hand trembling, he reached out - pushing against it as Fannar keened, rocking his hips.
“Fucking bastard!” the warlock growled. “Never wanted anyone, but I need - fuck - so big, so fucking huge, you bastard.”
Unable to hold back, Idris wrapped his arms tightly around his fated mate, pulling him forward to drag his tongue up the column of his neck. “My parents were fated, mated, and married, thank you.”
“Were they now?” Fannar laughed. His thighs strained as he lifted himself up until only the head of Idris’s cock remained inside. With a moan, he dropped back down. “I can feel your arousal. It’s like a feedback loop. My own ass squeezing around me. I-I’m not going to last.”
Grabbing Fannar’s narrow waist, Idris moaned, jerking his hips up as the other man sunk down - hole swallowing his cock once more. “I don’t think I’ll manage long myself.”
He didn’t expect the responding moan - low and guttural as if the knowledge was almost too much for Fannar to bear. His pale chest heaved. Dusky pink nipples pebbled as he bounced. Up and down - faster and faster as his lust-dark eyes fluttered long lashes. Gorgeous and
all Idris’s. Belly bulging from the fae’s thick cock, wrecking himself willing as he rode him - thighs trembling, panting and drooling like a wanton cockslut. Over and over, Fannar’s hot channel squeezed around him. His cute cock bounced too - weeping pre-cum, but when Fannar ground down, rocking his hips back and forth, the cry and flutter of his hole drove Idris nearly mad.
“Did you just come dry?” Idris growled.
Fannar writhed, but Idris held him still and firmly on his cock by the hands upon his hips. Sobbing, his fated mate clawed for purchase as Idris rocked against his prostate, tormenting his sensitive body. He clenched like a vice. His hips wiggled, struggling against Idris’s hold. Cock quivering, Fannar squirmed.
Each time the muscles of his stomach clenched, the thick shaft of Idris’s hard member became just that much clearer. The sight drove him mad. His cock - right there, just below the surface, already distending Fannar’s flat stomach, and soon, that same belly would bloat with cum - his seed stuffing his fated mate full, marking him in the most intimate way.
“You want it, don’t you?” Fannar moaned, pressing a hand to his belly. “You want to see me fat with your child.”
Idris trembled, but he shook his head. “Not if you don’t.”
“I don’t mind practicing.”
And how could Idris resist? Shifting just enough to press firmly and rub against Fannar’s prostate, the fae hungrily watched as Fannar came dry again. His cock twitched. Back arching, he cried out, clawing at the hands which held him - but only served to torment himself further as Idris sucked at his chest. First one nipple - toying with his teeth before his lips closed tight, sucking the tiny dusky peak before shifting to the next. A thin sheen of sweat covered his fated mate’s body as he struggled, but the more he moved, the more he melted - panting with his mouth open and a glaze to his eyes as if he melted with every orgasm.
“You’ll make a mess the moment I touch your cock, won’t you?” When he reached forward, Fannar slapped his hand away. His lust darkened gaze suddenly ruthless.
Growling, the other snapped his teeth. “Don’t you fucking dare!”
Idris snorted, pumping his hips up, forcing his cock deeper. “This doesn’t end when we come. Can you feel it? I’ll fill you again and again. All through the night, Fannar, you’re mine.”
“Yours,” the warlock keened.
At that one word, Idris couldn’t resist. Gritting his teeth, he held tight to Fannar’s hips as he rocked up - thrusting harder and harder into the man as he kept him in place - firmly wrapped around his cock, so he could grind deeper and deeper until Fannar sobbed. His cock twitched as he came with a sharp cry, spurting over both their chests. Still, Idris kept going. He writhed, wailing as he painted his pleasure.
“That’s it - fuck, yeah - so good,” Idris purred, rocking harder and harder until with a groan, he buried his cock as deep as he could within Fannar’s warm hole as he came.
Fannar shivered, collapsing over him. Idris’s cock remained firmly in his ass as he panted against his fated mate’s shoulder as the high slowly drained, leaving a warm contentment between them. Then, with a smirk, the thinner man rose, giving one last squeeze of his warm hole to Idris’s softening cock before he climbed off, rolling to fall back onto the bed on his back. Cum leaked from his pink-rimmed hole.
Idris couldn’t look away. His softening cock twitched with renewed interest. Perhaps it was the binding, or maybe simply knowing he finally had his mate in his arms inspired the hunger in his belly. It burned hot and demanding in his gut as he sat up, palming his balls as he stared at the winking furl.
Sprawled on his back, Fannar let out a soft sigh. Up and down, he rubbed the slight rounding of his cum-filled belly, and when their eyes met, he pushed down, and Idris shivered, whimpering as a flood of cum poured out of the warlock’s gaping hole.
Fannar spread his legs. Those wintry eyes pierced Idris to the core. “Bred me so well. Do you like that?” he asked, pushing down on his stomach, so a rush of cum spilled out of him. “Like seeing how well you filled me?”
Taking his own cock in hand, Idris rocked his hips into the circle of his fingers. All those nights ago on Fannar’s bed, he imagined this same sight. Imagined his mate sated and gazing up at him with adoring eyes, but that night seemed ages ago, and now the fantasy paled in comparison to the vision of the warlock sprawled before him.
“You are beautiful,” Idris whispered. “Love you. I love you, Fannar.”
With a sly smile, the warlock slipped two fingers down to spread wide the mess between his thighs. “I must love you more to let you make such a mess of me.”
And Idris couldn’t resist. Lunging forward, he pressed the head of his hardening cock against the other’s sloppy hole. “Can I?”
Fannar rolled fully onto the bed and onto his stomach. Bringing his knees under him, he lifted his ass into the air, and Idris swallowed thickly as a thick gob of cum which had leaked during the movement trailed down the smooth skin to his balls.
Glancing over his shoulder, Fannar cocked a single brow. “Well? Can you?”
Idris scrambled onto the bed, taking Fannar’s hips in hand as he aligned his cock. Both men cursed, moaning as Idris’s throbbing length pushed inside Fannar’s sloppy hole once more.
The skin on the back of Fannar’s neck tasted sweat-sweet and salty, all the better for the shivers the touch sent down the smaller man’s spine. When teeth grazed over that sensitive skin, Fannar moaned, rutting back - his cock dangling between his thighs until Idris pinned him in place, shoving his hips down as he fell on top of him, pinning him down into the mattress.
In and out, he thrust into that firm ass, squeezing the supple muscles there as he ground himself deeper and deeper.
Harder and harder, Idris fucked into the warm body beneath him, groaning at the slick slapping which echoed through the room at each thrust. His hands skimmed down Fannar’s side. Smooth skin and the velvety heat of the wet hole which clenched around his cock drove him to madness - doing nothing to temper the lust building between them as the heat which pulsed through Fannar’s body returned to his own ten fold.
“Fuck, nhnn! Ah!” Fannar sobbed.
Pressing with the weight of his whole body, Idris growled, biting along the pale neck, aching to kiss those soft lips. “Mine. Fannar - Fannar, nhnnn!”
Fannar keened - high and breathy as his hole trembled, twitching around Idris’s throbbing manhood. “Come-on, hmmm...yes-yes-yes!”
But it wasn’t enough. Idris needed to kiss him. Needed to watch ecstasy contort Fannar’s features. Wanted his fated mate to look him dead in the eyes - to call his name because no one could ever give him pleasure like Idris could - because now that he’d had him, he never intended to give the man up. For the rest of their lives, Idris wanted this. To spend their nights entwined. Nothing else but the hot clench of Fannar’s ass around him. The only music his ears craved was Fannar wailing, begging, moaning for more.
“Mine,” Idris panted into Fannar’s ear. His breath fanning across the skin, causing Fannar to sob. “You’re mine. Say it.”
Fannar whimpered, moaning low when Idris pressed deeper. “Yes, fuck, yours.”
Idris pulled out, spinning Fannar onto his back as he shoved his cock back into the other man’s sloppy hole. Fannar writhed. He cried out, moaning low - cock spurting cum over his abs as he clawed at the blankets beneath them. Slamming deep inside, Idris came. His full balls tightened as he poured every drop into the warm body beneath him, watching that slight swell return to Fannar’s belly. Both panted as they shared a messy kiss.
“How long were you planning on keeping your men stationed here?” Fannar whispered - his voice hoarse from their coupling.
Petting the cum-swollen curve of Fannar’s belly, Idris laughed. “They will be pleased. I told them we’d leave at dawn, but I think I wouldn’t mind them securing the borders at a more leisurely pace.”
“If you can’t fuck me and secure the borders at the same time, you r
eally aren’t as fearsome as I was led to believe,” Fannar informed him, running his fingers through his black hair.
Idris hummed softly. “You’d go to war with my seed in your belly without hesitation, wouldn’t you?”
“I love you,” Fannar returned. “So I suppose I would.”
The fae’s heart ached, overwhelmed by joy as he pressed a chaste kiss to his lover’s lips. “I love you,” he professed again and again, never tiring of hearing his fated love speak those words in return.
Chapter Thirteen
“I never intended those words to be literal!” Idris called over the roar of battle.
Fannar chuckled, slicing through a man as he sent another flying back to be speared by his own men. “Which part?”
“You’re dripping my seed inside those black trousers. I can smell it,” the fae hissed, wrapping an arm around his mate as he sent a wall of fire through the middle of the enemy’s army. “I would bend you over right here and take you if you’d let me.”
Pale eyes met violet, and the cocky smirk which twisted his love’s pink lips pulled a groan from his lips, but Fannar clucked his tongue and raised a hand to add his own fire to the mix.
“Think of how much better it will be if you fuck me on the bastard’s throne,” the warlock told him. “Cocky prick dead. Your hold on Faerie complete. Imagine fingering me on the throne, cleaning me out just to fuck me full again.”
With a low moan, Idris nipped at his mate’s jaw, but he forced himself to pull away and continue to fight. “You drive me to desperation.”
The warlock laughed, but his magic raged around them, and as their army pushed forward, the city fell before their might. All of Faerie belonged to them. Praising their army, Idris fought against the urge to rush into the throne room where he knew his husband awaited him. His entire body thrummed in anticipation, and when his men left to secure the city, Idris threw open the doors.
“Took you long enough,” Fannar drawled from where he sat upon the throne. His armor rested along the steps leading up to where he sat naked on their newly conquered throne. Three fingers pumped inside his slick hole as he pumped his hips, thrusting his cock in the ring over his fingers. Cocking a brow, he clucked his tongue. “Well?”
