Kellan had been to Old Earth once and visited the Grand Library in Charleston, West Virginia. The cities at the coast had mostly vanished, sunken into the sea as the water had risen after the ice of the poles had molten down drastically.
One should think that humankind would learn from such an experience, but New Earth had made the same mistakes.
Only now, they were struggling against new and hazardous diseases and rodents, drawn by rubbish lying around in the slums surrounding large cities.
All cities had high walls keeping the poor outside. Still, the rats always found a way to enter the streets.
Just a few places were clean and rather untouched by humans. That was mostly the land owned by the old families such as the Harrisons.
The Harrisons were an old dynasty of Splices who had somehow gotten a place in the Old Earth government and military. They were one of the sixteen families who had led the new humans to New Earth, not to say the most influential.
Of course, the Harrisons had then become a significant part of the new government- a Harrison as president and the other old families as a council.
Once, the Harrisons had fought for equality and freedom, now they were little better than the old government back in the days of the Splice-Rebellion.
Kellan anticipated the day when Blake would finally take over their father’s duty. He knew that Blake would bring in some changes- good changes he hoped.
Later that day, they met up with Kohtah and Kalik at a Bar similar to a café. They served hot and cold drinks brewed with roasted beans. Only that those beans were purple as was the coffee. Trhasall they called it.
It tasted pretty much like coffee, but sweeter.
The barista was a nice Phy’vohranian girl with big brown eyes and dark brown hair. She had explained to Kellan how to put together a Trhasall since several flavors could be added.
In the end, she served Kellan a big cup of slightly salty yet cookie-tasting Trhasall. It should have been weird, because the barista, her boss, Kellan’s companions and other customers had given him strange looks…except for Sartak.
That smug bastard had only grinned quite proudly and patted his baby bump.
Of course, it had drawn all people’s attention to Kellan’s very pregnant-looking belly. And of course, a bunch of people had congratulated Sartak- not him but his husband. As if knocking someone up was that hard. It had only taken them one pseudo try.
Thanks to Sartak making everyone aware of his pregnancy, he now had a lot of exotic food in front of him on his table while the other’s simply had cake.
Glancing about the room, he saw that others had other dishes, sandwiches or even meals too. At least he wasn’t the only person not eating cake.
The barista- she was still a sweet girl- had given him some of that weird squid that tasted like hazelnut. That thing had moved around on the plate, but Kellan had the strange urge to at least try a bit of it.
He could smell it, but he also thought he would like it more if it was fried. So he asked her to fry it. She didn’t hesitate; just took it with a kind smile and brought it back to the kitchen.
When she came back with it, it looked a lot more edible than…ever. Humming, he put some sugar syrup on the fried squid; just following some weird intuitions.
The other plate held mashed green and salty potatoes- or something that could be described as potatoes. There was also a small bowl of hot, cooked fruits- berries probably.
Shrugging, he put it on top of the squid and coated it with the mashed potatoes afterward.
Kohtah regarded him closely, making weird faces while doing so.
Jorax laughed and Kalik frowned; Sartak just ate his cake.
“Want my cake?” Kohtah asked him when he had his first spoon of the wild mixture.
With a wide-eyed look, Kellan nodded enthusiastically and shoved the offered cake simply on top of his mashed food pile.
Kohtah gagged while Sartak stoically continued to eat his cake, not daring to even glance at what Kellan was putting in his mouth. He, on the other hand, quite enjoyed his mashed food.
When they had returned to the palace, Sartak was immediately whisked away by some of the war council members. The war council was made of the generals and Sartak as their warlord.
As a warlord, all matters concerning battle and use of the soldiers or military facilities and weapons were under his command.
Since Sartak had been unconscious for a while, Leylos had taken on his son’s duty. Now that there were problems with pirates threatening their allies, they needed Sartak to make some decisions.
The one thing that Kellan had forced Sartak to promise to him was that he would stay on the planet no matter what or take him with him on his missions. With Kellan’s pregnancy, Sartak had agreed remain in Nuxar with his mate.
Now, Sartak was off to have some war council meeting with the other generals.
Leylos had been managing these things for the time of Sartak’s indisposition. With his son up on his feet again, there was no need for him doing Sartak’s work; or at least that was what the council suggested. Anything else would have been viewed as a display of weakness. Weakness was not a trait a leader should ever show.
While his husband was busy, Kellan took Kohtah’s arm and both of them headed to Kellan’s sitting room.
When they reached the doors to their private wing, Kellan heard loud growls and enraged chirps. Dershra was in their chambers all alone!
Worried, he let go of Kohtah’s arm and ran into the room, bursting the doors open so that they slammed against the walls.
He quickly made for the veranda, his face pale with fear. His little beast had to be in danger and Kellan hoped to be there in time, but when he was standing on the porch, he only frowned. His guards immediately followed behind and then Kohtah.
Kalik was about the shove Kellan behind his broad stature but instead, let out a huffed laugh.
“Oh no! Gorsha! Bad wyvern!” Kohtah shouted, stepping forth and making her way down the stairs.
Kellan leaned his hands on his thighs, his body shaking with laughter.
Jorax looked quite amused too while Kalik’s laughter changed into an expression of horror. The man had probably just remembered that he didn’t use to laugh, especially not about a big wyvern rolling around in his crown prince’s flowerbeds.
Dershra was flapping his wings furiously while hovering over the big wyvern that was lying on his back, making himself comfortable on the ruined flowers.
Gorsha had dark brown scales the size of Kellan’s head. His shiny yellow eyes glowed in the dim sunlight of the evening.
Dershra landed on the big guy’s snout and nibbled at the bigger wyvern’s mouth, biting and chirping as if to make him stand up and leave the flowerbed.
Kellan knew that Dershra found quite a great delight in hiding amidst the flowers or just inhaling their scent.
Now, the flowers were squished and broken as Gorsha was lying on top of them.
When Kohtah reached Gorsha, she started to push against the big wyvern, trying to get him to roll over onto the grass, only that the big guy made no move to do so at all.
He only yawned and wiggled deeper into the dirt. That was when Kohtah started kicking and yelling while trying to get her laughter under control.
Dershra joined her laughter by chirping merrily. That little beast even dared to jump down from Gorsha’s snout and started to pull at the unharmed flowers, making an even bigger mess of the garden.
Kellan shook his head at them.
He didn’t really mind since Sartak and Kellan had already planned to change the yellow and red flowers with white, blue and black roses.
Their little monster could hide in the flowerbed even better and the roses would definitely smell better- less like rotting plants.
The scent of their current flowers came on as rather strong and unpleasant. The flowers looked beautiful, but that was all. Kellan was fairly certain that Sartak had no idea about gardening since he had a
dmitted that the gardeners had given him funny looks when he had ordered the yellow and red flowers. Sartak had seen them on the field and found them beautiful enough to be planted in his garden after his kmera had constantly told him to finally put some nice flowers in there before his spouse would come to live with him.
Kellan sat down on an ottoman with his two guards taking a seat on a loveseat. They watched Kohtah giggle and play with Gorsha and Dershra, seemingly having given up on saving those terribly stinking flowers.
“I suppose you are going to ask the king permission to court his princess then?” Jorax asked his fellow guard with a curious glance darting between Kalik and Kohtah.
Kalik slightly blushed but then nodded with a sigh.
“First thing tomorrow morning,” he responded, his gaze resting gently on his princess.
Sartak came back late that night.
He saw Dershra already sleeping on his little pet-tree.
The curtains of the bed were drawn closed, but the faint light shone through the gaps between the curtains showed that Kellan was still up and most probably working on his tablet.
His mate was now part of the Phy’vohranian government while still being part of other governments, such as EVE-4 or his lands on Earth, too.
One glance to the clothes tree showed him that his mate didn’t wear a sleeping shirt.
Sartak felt comfortable with undressing and going to bed naked, even though his right leg hurt from walking around all day.
He quietly got out of his clothes and shifted the curtains aside to join his mate in their bed. He checked the knot holding his eye-patch in place. Only then he dared to look at his mate. Kellan lay on his belly, his round ass nicely displayed, because of the pillow underneath him. His hair was tousled and messy. He bit his lip absently while reading the news on his tablet.
The view spoke to something inside Sartak and made his cock twitch.
His mate was beautiful, his skin glowing healthily due to the pregnancy.
Sartak watched him for a while, taking in every inch of his petite but perfect body. His kmeran’s lithe frame was so different from everything he had ever seen. He remembered the pale skin being flushed pink and heated while being aroused.
He thought about this morning when they had made love again after last night. He loved to watch his mate coming apart with lust and pleasure. Kellan was so passionate and seductive when aroused.
The little screams and moans his mate made while he fucked him slow or hard were incredible. The sweet sound fired his blood; it made him ecstatic with want and desire. It took only thinking about it to make him rock hard again.
Reluctantly, he drew back his gaze and shifted on his side of the bed. His cock was hard, the red tip pointing at his belly with eager anticipation. The shaft showed the thick veins pulsing underneath his heated skin.
He wanted to roll over and take the tablet from Kellan’s hand and put it away. Then he wanted to fuck his mate silly.
He desired him so much, it almost frightened him.
This day, he had kept chatting with Jorax to keep his mind from wandering to his mate being naked and all the things they could do.
Now there was no guard to distract him, and his mate lying in bed gloriously naked was not helping him from keeping his hands to himself. His fingers twitched, just like his cock.
Finally, Kellan put away his tablet and turned to lie on his side so he could watch Sartak with a sleepy smile.
His mate let his gaze wander down Sartak’s body, then stopped at his cock and started to smirk.
When Kellan saw his husband’s large member hard and ready, he couldn’t help but smile.
Sartak lay there like an offering to the gods. His skin golden and his body rippled with bulging muscles. He looked like a god himself in all his glorious nakedness, his auburn hair like fire around his head. The eye-patch made him look like a handsome rogue.
Before Sartak had come to bed, Kellan had been reading a steamy novel sent to him by Aoran.
Yes, they were sending each other messages and smutty literature because actually, it was fun and he really liked Aoran a lot. They’d become friends so quickly and he liked that they could openly talk about this stuff Kellan still had to learn a lot about.
The two men in the novel, a lord and one of his guards, had a hot scene in a dark corner of a porch while inside there was a party going on.
The lord had given his guard a blowjob- Kellan wanted to try that too. Kellan thought that since the two protagonists seemed to quite enjoy it, Sartak would enjoy it too. Imagining that this could be Sartak and him was hot and even though the written stuff didn’t turn him on much, the thought that Kellan would take his husband’s length into his mouth was strangely arousing.
Reading about it had been inspiring; he hoped he could also do that for his husband.
Grinning, he crawled towards his husband. Sartak raised an eyebrow and watched him closely as he approached. A low rumble escaped his chest as his glance became fiery with lust and anticipation. His green eyes with the gold dots seemed liquid, molten.
When he reached Sartak, he placed a passionate kiss on his husband’s lips, feeling the heat and want echo through his body and settle where his legs joined.
His cock was hard and already wet. Hot liquid ran down his legs, so he pressed them together tight. It didn’t help. His ass was still leaking lubricant and it wasn’t as weird as it should have been. It was gross, but it drove his husband wild with the urge to fuck him. He had said so much this very morning.
“Is this what you want?” Kellan asked teasingly while his kisses wandered deeper.
He bit one of the little brown pearls, making Sartak moan and thrust his hips into the air.
Chuckling he licked and tortured the nipple a bit more, then moved to its neglected friend. Sartak’s hands came up to stroke over Kellan’s flanks, erratically gliding over his buttocks.
His fingers soon found his wanton little leaking hole and pushed inside. Kellan threw his head back and cried out his lust shamelessly, rocking his hips back and forth while impaling himself on his husband’s fingers. Each stroke was directed right over his prostate, sending electric shocks through his body.
He leaned his head against Sartak’s chest, moaning and screaming until his voice came only in hoarse cries of pleasure. He felt the peak of his lust drawing nearer and nearer.
Reluctantly he forced himself to halt his movements and gently pushed Sartak’s fingers away.
He had other plans- sucking his husband until he went crazy and then riding his thick rod until both of them collapsed into a mess of tangled limbs and body fluids.
Kellan returned to kissing his way down to the hairless groin, feeling the huge cock nudging against his neck; the heavy balls rested against his chest as he lay between his husband’s legs.
Sartak shifted his position, propping himself up on his elbows so he could watch him.
His green eyes were glazed with a misty curtain of desire; fire burned in his glance as he seductively licked his lips.
Kellan locked their gazes as he slid deeper, holding the cock he could barely span half with his hand.
He slid the tip of his little pink tongue out, licking slowly over the thick head that wet with pre-cum.
Sartak’s cock twitched under the touch of his tongue, giving him enough confidence to dare another lick down the long thick shaft and up again, his gaze never leaving Sartak’s face.
His husband moaned and breathed heavily, rolling his eyes back when he covered the tip with his mouth. He slowly let the cock slide in, while twisting and stroking the rest of the shaft, occasionally squeezing the huge balls.
His husband jerked his hips, pushing the cock deep inside his throat and almost made him gag.
Tears filled his eyes and he released Sartak’s cock, swallowing hard before he hungrily attacked the rod again. Bobbing his head up and down and licking over the tip and pushing his tongue into the slit, he listened to his husband’s screa
ms.
His own wetness between his legs covered his thighs, making him slick with lubricant and filling the room with a musky scent.
His hole clenched and begged for something to come inside. His own cock was crying white tears of cum while it rubbed against the sheets.
When he felt Sartak’s ball tightening, he drew his head back to stop every stroke and lick.
“No! Don’t stop!” Sartak screamed hoarsely, opening his eyes and giving him a disappointed look.
Giving his husband a smug grin, he came up to kneel over him. He gripped behind his body to place Sartak’s cock at his entrance.
He rocked his hips back and forth, letting Sartak’s prick slide along his wet crack.
Sartak then gripped his hips, seemingly having lost his patience and hold him still before he steered him in place again.
Gazes locked, both Sartak’s hands and Kellan himself pushed down. Sartak’s cock entered him slowly, stretching him open until he felt like he was about to burst open.
The stretch of his entrance burned but was soon overwhelmed by the pleasure of being filled.
Kellan started slowly, lifting his hips and pushing down in lazy movements before he sped up his rocking motions.
Sartak, on the other hand, met him with deep thrusts upwards, slamming his cock hard into him. The sweet pain increased and caused Kellan to lose himself in hard thrusts.
Sartak held his hips with a firm grip, pushing him down on his prick.
Kellan moaned and screamed, seeking release. His hands erratically wandered over Sartak’s strong arms. Each stroke deep inside him rubbed against his sweet spot, constantly sending shocks through his heated, sweating body. His balls and hole tightened, his pleasure reaching the peak.
His hole clenched around Sartak’s thick member, almost painfully hugging it.
Lights exploded behind his eyes, hot cum shot out of his cock, landing somewhere on his husband’s chest.
Still moaning, he felt his body go limp, falling on top of Sartak’s muscled torso.
Lying there, still in sweet ecstasy, he felt the prick inside him growing before hot seed filled him.
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