Max closed his eyes and tipped his head backward, his lips slightly parted, perhaps struggling to accept Rezzu’s offer, perhaps finding the courage to refuse. The robotic neck sparkled for an instant in the bright light of the room with the movement, and Rezzu kissed it. Warm metal welcomed his lips, and a moan escaped Max. Rezzu unbuttoned the silk waistcoat, his mouth still gliding over the metallic surface, and Max’s hands went to Rezzu’s shoulders, gripping as if to claw resolution and strength out of them.
Then Rezzu remembered what his sperm would do to Max’s DNA. This was the thing that could forbid them to be together right now, but he needed to come clean. Perhaps spinning it like a good thing would be the best approach. He took Max’s face between his hands and caressed lightly colored cheeks in circular motions. “There’s one thing you should know about the Colviri.”
Green skies stared at Rezzu.
“Our life span is a lot longer than humans, more than two thousand standard years.” Rezzu murmured softly. He let the information sink in.
As Rezzu had foreseen, Max grasped the implications of the information fast. “So even if we’re meant to be together it would be briefly. How can your human father stand it?”
“My human father will live as long as any Colviri.”
“How?” A spark of hope burst in Max’s eyes.
“Our life cells affect human DNA, transforming it till it becomes Colviri DNA.”
“Well, I guess transfusions are not a big deal.” Max sounded relieved.
Rezzu shook his head. “It’s not blood.”
The green skies widened in surprise. “Oh. You meant sperm.”
“I want you inside me as much as I want to be inside you. But once I’ve come in you I might be adding a couple of hundred years to your life span and making you stronger than a regular human.”
A wicked expression flourished on Max’s face. His hands rested on Rezzu’s waist. He smirked, “All that with a single dose?”
“Who said we were going to stop at one?”
“True.” Max closed his eyes and opened his lips slightly again, but this time inviting Rezzu.
After a brutal kiss, the governor’s waistcoat followed his cravat. Rezzu pulled Max’s shirt out of his trousers with the same slow upward motions his lips were following before over the masculine chin. The sound erupting from Max was a disturbing hybrid between a growl and a groan, but it brought the confirmation Rezzu was desperately expecting.
“I’ll take my chances.” Max hooked a finger on the neck of Rezzu’s uniform and pulled— his eyes like blazes and his cruel mouth in a firm grin that was sheer determination, pure exhilaration.
After that, it became a battle to see who got the other naked first. Limbs entwined and mouths snarled. Rezzu found an iota of control to emerge from the unleashed, straggly passion drowning his midnight bed, four heartbeats after he’d discovered a magnificent peacock feather tattoo winding up Max’s left calf. “Commander Czech.”
Max froze, his teeth latched to one of Rezzu’s nipples. It was as if Rezzu had stopped in mid action a video of a wild animal as it devoured its prey.
“Captain?”
“I do not wish to be disturbed. If the ground opens below us, you take care of it.”
“Aye, Captain. No one will disturb you until you contact us again.”
His rosy nipple was still between white teeth, and the flash in those sky green eyes and the almost feral grin were astonishingly beautiful. Rezzu chuckled, “As you were, Governor.”
The mechanical hand pinched his other nipple, and the combined effect of teeth and brass had Rezzu writhing in undiluted fire. His own hands found flesh and metal, to grab, to knead, to destroy, and it was in that solar instant when Max’s lips trailed down his abdomen to kiss his cock, the full weight of his prophecy dawned on him.
Feathers like eyes
Metal and flesh
Unruly heart
Virtuous mage
It all clicked in, and Rezzu thought of stopping, of telling Max this confirmation, the discovery, but molten pleasure enveloped his cock. A solid throat closed around its tip, and a metal finger sought his mouth, and Rezzu sucked on the brass and the heat, lost and found.
Seconds became minutes and minutes became eons as Max bobbed over Rezzu’s cock. Rezzu could not take his eyes away from the magic, from the devastating beauty of those lips wrapped around his length. The green skies opened and closed intermittently, as if unable to decide whether to stay shut and savor the thickness, the texture, or stay wide and enjoy the vision of Rezzu’s own lips wrapped around Max’s finger.
With a mischievous, arched eyebrow, Max slowly pulled off Rezzu’s cock. “You taste so good, I could keep like this forever. But I want more.” And before Rezzu could grasp what was happening, Max had used his incredible force to grab him by the legs, turning him around and burying his face between Rezzu’s ass cheeks.
His last few coherent thoughts fled Rezzu’s mind as the million sensations concentrating on his cock a heartbeat earlier spread over his body as tiny constant electric shocks, speeding away from his burning hole. And the attack was so delicious, so powerful, he lifted his body to stand on all fours and push and counterattack, seeking a deeper connection, his long braid almost strangling him due to the abrupt motion. “Oh fuck yes, that hole is yours.”
A chuckle reverberated through Rezzu’s cheeks like the ripples of a happy stone skimming its favorite lake, and Rezzu shuddered. He wanted to be disarmed, razed, shattered. The demolishing power of Max’s intent had him crawling until there was no more room to advance, and little by little his upper body ended up touching his cabin wall, the cold surface silently calming the sweltering currents running through him. His sideways face and clammy hands were flush against the hard cooling surface when something like a wind moved about him, and Rezzu felt his braid go up as if handled by invisible deft fingers, becoming undone.
Rezzu groaned and roared and begged to be destroyed while his snowy hair cascaded over his shoulders and down, down till it covered his butt and Max’s face— falling leaves saying good-bye to their tree. He didn’t know if it was magic or the brutal strength of Max’s enhancements and passion but he was lifted, his ankles used as leverage, and his body bent, folding him into an upended fetal position, his darkest treasure exposed and willing at the mercy of teeth and tongue.
His head spun, his vision blurred, and he fought to record every speck of stimulation bombarding him like a meteor rain. He was ready to succumb, to explode, to become smithereens when the same unseen fingers that had unbraided his hair circled around his balls and shaft, an invisible cock ring holding his climax at bay. This turned his attention to the steady trickle of precum running down his dick and testicles. He was sure it was dripping over Max’s chest, and the image made him tremble with renewed spasms of crushing ardor.
“Not yet,” floated a growl from below. “Not until you’re inside me.”
Max’s grip on his ankles vanished, but Rezzu remained suspended in that undignified but maddeningly erotic position. A flat tongue languorously swept over his ready-to-be-annihilated hole, continued in a straight upward motion, between his cheeks, over his coccyx, and traced the line of his spine, his hair parting equal to a curtain revealing a stage. At the same time, real hands caressed the back of his thighs, cupping his ass and spreading it, until the now familiar and welcome presence of a brass finger entered his well-worked entrance. It was a smooth breach; it had some kind of lubrication, and (since Rezzu knew Max’s mouth was busy somewhere else) the knowledge that it was his own fluids aiding the assault, made Rezzu swear fervently.
The man who ruled not only Anatolia but with each passing heartbeat more and more of Rezzu’s body and mind kissed the base of Rezzu’s neck, then whispered with a grave, hungry tone. “You’re going to fuck me… hard… until no other name can escape my lips… until you flood me with your seed… until I’m nothing but a squirming mass belonging only to you.” Each word punctuated by
the brass piston moving languidly but relentlessly far below— where their bodies connected, where their frontiers dissolved.
Rezzu didn’t trust his voice and jerkily nodded, but true to his essence, true to everything he had shown Rezzu until that moment, Max uttered a low hiss, “Say it.”
“I-I’m going to fuck you.”
“Say it like you mean it.”
And the beast inside Rezzu, who had been prowling quietly, leashed by his intention of letting Max take control, broke its chains and sprang, recognizing his other half and roared deafeningly, “I’M GOING TO FUCK YOU UNTIL YOU’RE MINE FOREVER.”
Everything holding Rezzu in place snapped, and (before his feet were able to touch the bed) he swiveled.
The beast pounced.
Max’s raucous laughter was a thousand times better than any cry of fear.
****
12. TRANSMUTATION
He was blind. He needed his sight back because all the sensations stroking, attacking, torturing each of his cells were too much, too many to not see and enjoy their origin. He fought with the blindness; the blindness that came from the pleasure, from the heat. No other man’s touch had ever turned him into this blind pile of happiness. Then Max remembered.
The only thing he needed to do to be back in the light was to open his eyes, to find that shred of control to command his body to obey, but it was hard. He was wrapped in a tangle of his own limbs, of other hands, another mouth conquering him, giving him pleasure beyond anything he had known before. And still the final act of submission had yet to occur. And that burning center, amid all the sweltering devastation, wanted to be mauled, overwhelmed, ripped apart.
He knew the lips around his cock, he knew the fingers kneading his frame, but he wanted more. He wanted, no, he needed this other cock that had been in his own mouth to enter him, from a different angle, with a more demanding intention.
A sole particle of control, perhaps the child of a single unperturbed and still-working neuron, swam up from the abyss his brain had become to find his coherent voice (because the only things escaping him were the guttural noises of a rutting animal), and Max cried out almost like a single word, “C’MON, REZZU. FUCK ME ALREADY.”
And laughter was what made him finally open his eyes; to look at those smiling features, to lose himself in those bright yellow suns that watched him with adoration, to appreciate the swollen lips hovering above his face. The deep voice of Rezzu Ki Muselet stroked Max inside and out, “Is that an order, Governor?”
Max didn’t know which one he liked better, the submissive ambassador or the mischievous captain. Both were so distinctive, two different faces of the same invaluable coin. He was irremediably attracted to these incongruent facets equally, and he was determined to savor them infinitely. He growled, “Yes, it is.” And his hole added, “Severe punishment is coming your way if you don’t fuck me soon.”
Rezzu gave him a quick peck. “Aye, aye, sir.” He moved backward and lifted Max’s legs, positioning both ankles together over one of his shoulders, angling Max slightly sideways.
The wet head of Rezzu’s cock teased Max’s hole, lateral swipes, circular swipes, up and down swipes. Each stroke breached him a little, and he pushed and thrashed and moaned, the firm hold of Rezzu over his legs limiting his actions and greatly pissing him off.
The grin was maddening and endearing. Max opened his mouth to curse Rezzu out, and the words transformed before they could leave him into a long breathless groan. Rezzu was inching his way in, pulling Max’s hip toward him, his head tipped back, his hiss infuriatingly erotic.
White, silky hairs caressed Max’s entrance; the rock wall of Rezzu’s sweaty chest dampened the back of his thighs, and the fullness of the thick Colviri cock made Max feel complete— irrevocably happy and ready to be redeemed.
“Please, please, move,” Max begged, his head tossing.
But the solid mountain stayed immobile, aside from the measured rise and fall of his breathing. After a moment that seemed suspended in time where their eyes drilled each other, Rezzu asked with a smirk, “You sure you want this?”
What kind of question was that when he was to the hilt inside Max? “Fuck yes. Do I have to say it in Colviri?”
The hold of Rezzu over Max’s hip had relaxed a little, making the cock slide minimally out of his stretched hole, and Rezzu gave a hard tug to regain all his terrain back. “That would be something.”
“You fucker.”
“Your fucker.” And with those two slow uttered words the battering began.
Each thrust was agony and bliss and stars. Rezzu undulated. Rezzu gyrated. The hand not holding his legs roamed Max’s torso and arms. Fingers veered to trace Max’s lips, and he kissed them, silently asking to suck them, to taste them. Rezzu obliged, and soon Max’s tongue was busy circling and gliding as he copied his lover’s movements below.
His climax steadily approached, Rezzu’s piston bringing it about with resolute passion. His legs were parted, now each resting over one shoulder, and Rezzu licked the feather tattoo over Max’s calf, his tongue flat as if trying to encompass the entire expanse at once. With his gaze hawk-like upon Max, he murmured, “Feathers like eyes.” He folded Max over, never ceasing his ramming, his tongue finding Max’s neck sliding upward until it reached his ear, “Metal and flesh.”
Lips softly met, a whispered brush, and Rezzu straightened himself, both hands around Max’s ankles, powerful and beautiful as Max imagined that ancient man, Samson, must have looked between the columns of his enemies’ temple. More lower stabs, and Rezzu’s right hand slithered down, leaving a trail of fire in its wake until it rested over Max’s chest, “Unruly heart.” He smiled, and Max wanted to sob, to let tears of happiness run freely.
The hand over his frantic heart continued its journey, caressing its way toward his cock and closing around it, impossibly delicate and seemingly afraid of scaring a cornered animal. And with perfect synchrony, Rezzu pumped and plunged. The magic flowed from Max’s every pore, and its emerging force made Rezzu’s long translucent hair drift like an underwater creature, the myriad tendrils of a marvelous gift.
Those blazing eyes were exploding supernovas. Rezzu inclined his head as if conceding a point, agreeing with an unknown revelation. “Virtuous mage.” From afar, the words seemed coherent to Max, like something long forgotten and brought to the front of his mind by a sudden revelation. A curse, a blessing— a prophecy that was ready to become real, that needed to come forth.
Rezzu’s grip on Max’s cock became painful, the penetration erratic. Once, twice, thrice, and he screamed, “Mine.”
Every jet ignited, sparked, and the sensation of the flood burst Max’s orgasm, his own cry the echo of Rezzu’s, “Mine.” And they floated and spun and forgot where they were, surrounded by light, pierced by heaven, entwined forever.
They descended, spongy clouds touching the mountain’s summit, and Rezzu carefully slid out and climbed him, impaling himself on Max’s unyielding cock. He rocked and squeezed and kissed Max, oblivious to their recent completion. Nevertheless, the magic was there with them, nurturing and titillating, rousing their bodies back to an immediate peak.
“We belong together.” Rezzu’s words were not a plea but a confirmation as he grabbed Max’s face with both hands and devoured him with mouth and hole.
Amid the assault Max agreed, “I know.” And another climax neared, impossibly higher and astonishingly brighter than the previous.
Will it always be like this?
And his brain, and his heart, and his testicles gave him the answer in a furious eruption that had him howling and heaving, animal and man— individual and yet utterly united to the being coming with him.
Some of Rezzu’s cum had landed on Max’s chin, and his captain, his ambassador licked it playfully. “Good thing I told them to stay put because we sounded like a massacre.”
“Yeah. There should be blood spatters all over the walls.”
They looked at each other for
a fraction of a heartbeat— and cracked up like a couple of looneys on their way to be institutionalized.
Two standard hours later…
After showering and eating (sex always made Max hungry but in the aftermath of the Rezzu Experience he’d been frankly famished), his carriage was en route to Merchant Street. Contrary to the first time, this time Rezzu wasn’t nervous or upset, and he took time to ask Max about the craftsmanship and features of their transport before they climbed on. His fingers had traced the etched relief of the sleek metal alloy used for the body, and he had marveled as Max opened the hood located on the side to show him the complex mechanism with its gears and pistons.
“I still don’t understand magic as fuel.”
This was the part where any other Alettan would flick his wand to start the ignition. This wasn’t the first time he didn’t have his wand so it didn’t faze him. He explained first. “See those tubes there? They contain modified water. Magic heats them to create the steam to put the engine in motion. The gas doesn’t escape but returns to the tubes, thus maintaining a constant cycle as long as you have the vehicle in use.”
“Amazing,” Rezzu murmured.
“With bigger engines, like those of a blimp for example, we add coal dust to the modified water to make the steam stronger due to the volatile heavy molecules, making it easier to propel bigger gears.” He concentrated, and the liquid instantly bubbled and evaporated, the machine purring eagerly.
His driver, perched on the high seat in front of the carriage, guffawed, “Lord Governor, you shouldn’t be doing that, you almost gave this old man a heart attack.”
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