by Toby Aden
Ciran and Ilno soon got dragged into the festive mood as Ilno was welcomed heartily into the family, and plans and discussions were made as to how to proceed with the mating ceremony, when and where to hold it. They could not hold the ceremony until their mating call, so that was also held into account and Ilno was asked his plans on what he intended to do until they were ready for their ceremony.
Of course, Hodrax and Cicitiana extended an invitation for Ilno to stay with them and build his relationship with their son. They even pointed out that, after all, it had been a long time since Ciran had stayed with them this long and they were not certain how often they would see him in the future, so they needed this time also with their son and soon-to-be son. That had been what had catapulted Ilno to agree to Ciran’s parents’ request, and Ciran hid a smile in his napkin, seeming to realize his mate was putty around his family.
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Over the next two months till they could officially claim each other with the mating call intact, Ilno and Ciran spend every minute together. They explored the Earth Kingdom, with Ciran showing some of his favorite places to Ilno. They talked about everything, going out sometimes to dine in some of the kingdom’s elite eatery as well as unpopular places.
They slept together in the same bed each night, and though it was torture, they refrained from pouncing on each other by sheer willpower. Two months flew by quickly, as they had so much fun in each other’s company, as well as the company of Ciran’s family. Ciran’s family was also grateful to Ilno, showing him their appreciation for giving them the chance to have Ciran around more than he normally was.
During that time, they spoiled them rotten, especially Cicitiana, doting on her youngest while giving them some space to themselves. One night, Ciran had also confided in Ilno how pleased he was to see his family daily. When the urge to wander filled him, Ilno would take him around the kingdom, and they would spend all day out until they were ready to return back to the castle.
Chapter Seven
Ilno and Ciran faced each other, standing before the crowd gathered to watch their mating ceremony. The priestess produced a piece of red silky sash to bind their hands together. Then, eyeing them, she silently requested their acceptance before moving on to the next stage of the ceremony. Without looking away from each other, they nodded and both offered their unbound hands to the priestess.
A sharp sting was the only indication that the priestess had cut each of their palms, which they then clasped together, ensuring their blood mingled.
“You may repeat the vow,” the priestess announced.
“I pledge myself to thee, mate of mine. I pledge my body, my heart, and my soul throughout eternity. Soul of my soul and blood of my blood, as I bind myself to thee, so be it forevermore.” Their voices rang out harmoniously as they recited the vow together, of their own free will, binding themselves together for all of eternity.
Spoken by soul mates, the powerful ancient words worked with speed, tying them together forevermore. The moment they were done with the vow, a blinding light engulfed them, sealing them together in an unbreakable bond. The light soon dissipated, leaving the newly mated couple clasped together in a passionate embrace.
A loud cheer went up, and soon, the happy couple was surrounded by well-wishers, congratulating them on their official mating.
Ciran and Ilno stumbled into Ciran’s bedroom, the door slamming behind them and Ciran pinning him to it. Ciran slammed his mouth down on Ilno’s, taking it in a desperate kiss and pinning the man’s hands above his head. Ilno moaned and slid his eyes closed, relishing the assault his mate was making on his body.
The man could kiss. And he kissed so good, Ilno felt like melting into a puddle on the floor. The kiss went on and on, and Ilno felt all his senses waking up and standing at attention. Their passion, which had been suppressed for two months while they held it in so as not to interfere with their bond, unleashed and they were a mess together.
Ciran held Ilno close to his body and began walking backward toward the bed in his room, all the while never breaking the kiss and peeling off the clothes on Ilno’s body. A tearing sound filled the room, but neither bothered to stop to see what that was. They didn’t care as long as they had naked flesh-on-flesh contact and could satisfy the burning need in them.
When they were finally naked together, Ciran broke the kiss, lifted Ilno into his arms, and carried the man then dumped him on the bed, watching him bounce on it a few times. Then falling on top of him and with a rakish grin, he began nuzzling Ilno’s neck.
“You smell so damn good,” Ciran whispered, inhaling deeply with his eyes closed.
Ciran trailed kisses up Ilno’s neck to his chin then began peppering kisses all over his face until finally taking Ilno’s mouth in another kiss, holding on to his face to give him better access. Settled comfortably between his mate’s legs, Ciran plunged his tongue into Ilno’s mouth, feeling satisfaction when the man moaned deeply, unable to control the reaction of his body.
Ilno gave as much as he received, kissing Ciran back fervently and holding on to Ciran with his hands wrapped around the naked body atop his. He stroked Ciran’s strong back, feeling the back muscles, though not overtly defined, come into play with every movement Ciran made.
“Make love to me, Ciran,” Ilno said, fevered with desire.
“I plan to,” Ciran said before kissing down Ilno’s body.
He trailed wet kisses on Ilno’s shoulders, chest, and finally took one erect nipple in his mouth. He swirled the small nub in the moist heat of his mouth before gently biting down on it and sucking and laving at it. It wasn’t long before cries of pleasure filled the room and Ilno arched up toward Ciran, silently demanding more.
Ciran pinched the other nipple, playing with it and tugging on it as he paid much attention to the nipple in his mouth. Ciran gave the nipple one last lick before peppering kisses on Ilno’s chest and moving onto the other nipple.
“Ciran!” Ilno cried, moaning with his eyes closed and the sheet bunched in his fist.
Ciran laved at the other nipple, sucking hard on it then withdrawing to pinch the sensitive flesh, sending pleasure tension through Ilno’s body. He brought his mouth back down on the nipple, and Ilno was a thrashing mess on the bed, his hands digging into Ciran’s nape.
Ciran pulled back and leaned away, staring at his mate’s flushed face. The man was totally beautiful, and Ciran voiced his opinion on that, mumbling “Beautiful…exquisite…mine” as he peppered kisses down Ilno’s body, slithering down and licking Ilno’s stomach, dipping his tongue into the man’s navel and swirling it. He bit gently on Ilno’s waist and hipbone before licking the slight sting away and groaning at the restrain he was showing.
He wanted to worship Ilno’s entire body, letting the man see how far his emotions ran since meeting the man months ago. That they had waited to this point, painstakingly abstaining from anything that would prove too much of a temptation, proved how much dedicated he was to the man beneath him.
“Ciran…” Ilno whimpered, silently asking the man for what he wanted.
“What do you want, Ilno?” Ciran asking, kissing every inch around Ilno’s thighs and hips without venturing closer to where he knew the man was desperate to have him.
“You…please!” Ilno said, his words becoming incoherent in passion.
“Where do you want me?” Ciran asked teasingly as he continued kissing and sucking at the junction of Ilno’s inner thigh and hips.
“My dick…suck my dick, Ciran. I need,” Ilno said, squeezing his closed eyes and squeezing his hands in Ciran’s hair at the same time.
Ciran took hold of the painfully erect cock, already leaking precum, and began slowly stroking it. “You want this in my mouth?”
Ilno nodded vigorously, staring at his mate from between half-lidded eyes laced with passion and lust. “Now please!” Ilno said softly, allowing the words to come out through gritted teeth.
Ciran licked the foreskin of Ilno’s cock, lickin
g it from tip to root and smacking his mouth at the taste of it in his mouth. “Delicious. I’m going to enjoy every inch of you, Ilno. My reward for behaving these past months.”
With that, Ciran took the cock in his mouth, licking the head and sucking down the precum coating it. He licked the cock all over, starting from root to tip then doing that several times over and driving Ilno mad with lust. The gasps and pleas of Ilno, spurring him to go faster and faster still until he swallowed down on the cock and began sucking it expertly.
Ciran stared up at Ilno, watching his mate undulate with pleasure as he kept sucking down on Ilno. He squeezed his mate’s thigh, holding the man’s legs apart and letting his head bob with the movement of his mouth on the dick he was munching on.
“Harder,” Ilno groaned. “Suck me harder.”
Ilno pried open his eyes to watch as his mate moved his head up and down his cock, watching as Ciran heeded his pleas and hollowed out his cheeks, increasing the suction. The feel of Ciran’s lips around him, with the moist heat of his mate’s mouth engulfing him and his tongue swirling around the slit in his cock drove Ilno absolutely crazy till he was unable to keep quiet, crying out loudly.
“I want to see you,” Ilno said, his voice breathless as he reached out and begun pulling out all the decorations holding Ciran’s lush and long tresses in place.
Ilno leaned forward and ripped them all out, working Ciran’s hair loose. His breath caught in his throat at the way it framed his gorgeous face so perfectly, falling down onto Ilno’s body and tickling him. In that moment, as Ciran worshipped his entire body, giving him pleasure, he saw that truly Ciran was the most beautiful person he’d ever glimpsed, and he devoured the other man’s features, drinking him all in.
Winding the long strands of Ciran’s hair around his hand, Ilno lined his cock up with Ciran’s lush mouth and thrust up hard. Ilno snapped his hips repeatedly, slamming in hard and fast, his muscles jerking with the need to bury his cock over and over into his mate’s throat.
The entire thing proved too erotic for him, and he soon felt his balls tighten and drawing up before jets of cum shot out of his dick, straight into Ciran’s mouth. A keen cry erupted from him and his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt as though Ciran sucked the soul right out of his through his dick.
He’d erupted like an inferno, coming hard as his heels dug into the bed and his hips rose up slightly to meet Ciran’s mouth. His veins stood out on his neck, and Ilno lost himself to the pleasure skyrocketing through his body.
Ciran drank down his mate’s cum, making sure not a single drop went to waste. Ciran drank down all Ilno had to give, and once Ilno stopped, he gave the softening cock one more suck before pulling away and smacking his lips together and licking them. He crawled up Ilno’s pliant body to stare down at this gorgeous specimen whom fate had designed for him, noticing the contented smile on the man’s face.
Gently, Ciran traced his fingers over one high cheekbone, then the other, then Ilno’s nose, staring down at the man tenderly. His mate was an extremely responsive male, and that turned him on more than anything else. That he could reduce his mate to this entirely pliant and contented man, taking care of him and all his needs pleased him greatly.
Ciran’s lips were full, sexy, and right in front of Ilno, and Ilno could not resist lifting his head and taking a kiss for himself. A gleam entered into Ciran’s eyes, and he pressed in and kissed Ilno, leaving his mate breathless. It was as if Ilno had never felt anything before. As though his nerve endings had just been woken from a lifelong state of dormancy. Ilno whimpered embarrassingly, but Ciran didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he delighted in the sensual response of his mate.
“Okay?” Ciran asked, and when Ilno nodded, he cupped Ilno’s cheek in his palm and pressed his lips softly against Ilno’s.
Ciran pulled back mere minutes later, reached toward the bed stand, and pulled out a bottle of oil. He threw Ilno’s legs over his shoulders, opening Ilno’s puckered hole up for his gaze. Squirting some oil onto his fingers, Ciran pushed one into Ilno’s tight hole. It was not long before Ilno was crying out and shaking in Ciran’s arms as the younger man began prepping him to take the monster between Ciran’s legs.
Ilno gasped and shuddered and Ciran shoved another finger in and continued working them inside Ilno and rubbing all over his gland. Ilno bit his lip, feeling his balls draw up and tighten with the need to release, but Ciran was having none of it. Whenever Ilno reached the edge, he’d bring him back, squeezing Ilno’s cock to prevent him from coming again.
“Please, please, please,” Ilno chanted over and over again, trying to get Ciran to relent and let him come.
Ciran though was unrelenting, running the tip of his finger over and over again on Ilno’s gland, massaging with only one goal in mind, to bring Ilno to the edge once more. Ciran began scissoring his fingers, allowing Ilno to hold his legs apart when they began shaking as Ilno skirted the edge of control. He soon pushed in a third finger, making sure to prep Ilno properly so as not to hurt the man.
“Ready? I’m going to make love to you now. Love you so good,” Ciran mumbled as he lubed up his cock.
“Yes please. Give it to me now,” Ilno said then bit down on his lip as Ciran’s face turned up in a feral grin.
Ciran lined his eight-inch monster up with Ilno’s gleaming hole, using his hand to hold his dick at Ilno’s entrance, then rubbing it all over it before pushing in in a single thrust and bottoming out. They both groaned loudly, and Ciran immediately became still, allowing the other man to get used to his size.
Ilno had been desperate to have Ciran’s cock up his ass, but the moment Ciran pumped that monster into him, he felt pain unlike any he had ever know. His face twisted into a grimace, and his breath released in a gasp as he held on to Ciran’s arms tightly. Ilno screwed his eyes shut, biting his bottom lip to stop the cry of pain from erupting from him, and he felt tears brimming at the back of his eyes.
The feeling was too much for him to take, and he didn’t know if he wanted to do this anymore. He tried to wiggle his body, but Ciran held him in a firm grip, ensuring he stayed still.
“It’ll get better soon but don’t move,” Ciran ordered then leaned in and began peppering kisses all over Ilno’s face and nose to distract the man. “You took me so well…so beautifully…you’re doing good.” He mumbled nonsense between kisses until the distraction began working.
The pain soon receded just as Ciran had said, and Ilno could feel Ciran’s cock swelling further inside his body. He released a gasp, his eyes widening, and opened his mouth, but all that came out was, “I need you to move.”
Ciran, completely in tune with Ilno’s body and needs, began shallow thrusts inside Ilno, pulling back a little and pushing in once more. He watched Ciran’s eyes widen further and felt the man grip him harder till he was sure he’d have love marks all over his body soon. Ciran undulated his hips and drove deeper into Ilno’s body, causing the man to gasp loudly then moan from the extreme pleasure of having Ciran hit his prostate.
“Enough!” Ilno cried, unable to bear the teasing. “Fuck me harder.”
“Your word is my command, baby,” Ciran said then withdrew half his length out of Ilno’s body before slamming back in, hard.
Ciran leaned down and took Ilno’s mouth in a kiss, his tongue thrusting right into Ilno’s mouth, and Ilno moved one hand up to wrap around Ciran’s nape, his hands digging into the tresses there as their tongues tangled together. A look of pure lust and desire shone in his eyes as he stared down at Ilno while kissing him, and he soon began a fast and hard rhythm.
He pounded into Ilno, harder and harder each time, moving at a fast pace as he snapped his hips while desperately kissing Ilno like a man drowning until they ran out of breath. Together, they tore their mouths apart, sucking in a lungful of breath, and Ciran continued his hard pace, not relenting.
The sound of flesh snapping against flesh and their mutual cries and moans filled the room, along with the h
eavy scent of sex, but neither of them stopped what they were doing. They were too far gone and lost in each other and probably would not notice should the building begin collapsing around them.
“So good…so good…meant for me…mine,” Ciran chanted over and over again as he kept hitting Ilno’s prostate and driving the man absolutely wild beneath him.
With Ciran’s forceful thrusts, Ilno had had to let the man go entirely so that he could stretch out his hands and hold on to the headboard. “Getting close…more, more,” Ilno cried, and Ciran had never seen anything more beautiful than his mate in the throes of passion.
The man’s face was a picture of pure bliss and sensuality, and Ciran could not help but give his mate what the man desired. He grunted between thrusts, driving them both closer to the edge faster and faster. Taking Ilno’s leaking cock in his hand, he used the man’s precum as lubricant and began stroking the stiff member, gradually stroking faster to match the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Almost there…” Ilno yelled, his voice straining and body tensing like a string ready to explode.
With one last stroke, Ciran cried, “Come for me, my mate.”
And as though the command was tied to Ilno’s dick, he erupted once more, shooting cum everywhere and squeezing his eyes shut. Ciran would not let him hide, though, and tapping on his mate’s cheek, he commanded once more, “Open your eyes and look at me.”
Ilno’s eyes popped open, and Ciran nodded his approval before thrusting into him several times, riding toward his own release also. With Ilno’s virgin ass gripping him tighter than anything else and his mate splayed before him in orgasm, Ciran felt his own release draw nearer and his balls tighten. With a cry, he too was coming inside Ilno.
He shot hot jets of cum, and Ilno squeezed down on him. Another wave of release crashed through him, with Ilno milking him for all he was worth. Ciran cried out, moaning fervently as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he was a panting mess above his mate with his sweat dripping down his body and falling to mingle with Ilno’s.