The Wandering Warlock's Fated Mate: M/M Gay Paranormal Romance

by J B Black

  Panting, the black-haired man unconsciously spread his legs more, pressing his chest against the stone. His nipples rubbed against the stone, hardening as his cock dripped onto the stone. “Need you.”

  “My mate,” the warlock purred.

  Groping Athanasius’s ass, he slid his cock between the muscular cheeks and across the demigod’s dripping hole. “Nhnn - please, Castor!”

  Back and forth, the warlock guided his cock, letting the tip brush against the slick hole before passing it over. “Nasi…”

  “Castor, please!”

  “Tell me,” Castor demanded. “Tell me you want this as badly as I do.”

  Athanasius gasped. His body trembled, but he struggled through the foggy desperation of his mind. “I’m afraid.”

  Cooing softly, the other man released his grip on the demigod’s muscular ass and ran a soothing hand down his spine. “Of what?”

  “I’m scared I’ll hurt you,” Athanasius confessed. “That I’ll hurt them.”

  Castor tilted his head. “How?”

  “I’m too strong.”

  “Yet I pinned you like this,” Castor reminded him, rutting against his hole once more.

  “Babies are so small. So fragile,” the black-haired man confessed.

  The warlock hummed. “I’m good with children. I would be there every step of the way. You’re smart and quick. I’d teach you.”

  “They’ve always been scared of me.”

  Pressing a kiss to his cheek, Castor slid his fingers down to squeeze the demigod’s muscular chest. “Ours would suckle at your chest.” Twisting both nipples, he ground forward as Athanasius moaned, arching into the touch which slid down to his chiseled abs. “Nine months cradled in your body - knowing your heartbeat.” Castor leaned over him. His hot breath fanned over the taller man’s ear as he whispered, “They would love you.”

  Each word came out so confident. Every touch felt hot as fire, leaving the demigod breathless beneath his fated mate’s touch. Though still uncertain, the fear settled differently inside him. Petrification turned to anxiety and something like excitement. With Castor’s determination, anything was possible.

  Rocking his hips back, Athanasius bit his lip. “I love you.”

  “Love you too,” Castor returned. “If you need to wait, we can. As long as I’m with you…”

  But the demigod shook his head. “Time moves slower in here than outside. You have so many friends and your parents...I don’t want you to find yourself alone in the world.”

  “I could never be alone as long as I had you,” the warlock whispered.

  Trembling, Athanasius clenched, aching to be filled. “Breed me. Break this curse.”

  “Fuck. Yes.”

  Heat coils in the demigod’s belly, and as the plush, uncut head of his lover’s massive cock rubbed against his slick hole, Athanasius moaned, rocking back. He craved his mate. Ached to be filled again and again until his body quickened, rounding with cum as his fated mate freed him of his curse and planted their child within his desperate womb. The first press of him left the black-haired man keening. A whine escaped him.

  “I’ve got you,” Castor whispered as he pushed inside the warm heat of Athanasius’s body. “Taking me so well, darling. So good for me.”

  When he settled to the hilt within the taller man, the warlock ground forward, swiveling his hips as he rocked in and in. Each movement sent shivers through the demigod’s body. Shocks and sparks of pleasure danced, feeding the fire at his core. Clenching about the massive length, Athanasius cursed as his hands crushed the stone on which he clung.

  Before he could fall forward, Castor jerked him up and back, shifting them to press him into a nearby wall, but the angle wasn’t enough. Athanasius needed it deeper. Needed more. In and out, the warlock thrust, and they sunk upon the stone together. His knees ached, but on all fours, he presented himself for the taking, rocking back into each thrust as a hand wrapped around to take hold of his cock.

  Places inside of him burn in ways they never had before. Each touch had him gasping, and even before Castor wrapped a hand about his cock, he was nearly undone. Athanasius cried out his mate’s name, spurting his seed upon the stone floor as the loud slap of flesh against flesh echoed in his ears. Faster, Castor rutted inside him, seemingly determined to meld their bodies into one. Hands tangled in long black hair, pulling until teeth dug into pale, scarred flesh.

  “Mine,” the warlock hissed. “My mate. My husband.” A possessive hand pressed against his abs, drifting low to push as if he could feel his cock through the thick corded muscle. “Mine.”

  After being cast aside again and again, the claim settled like an anchor, keeping him steady in a world which spun right on without him. Castor grounded him, and keening as his spent cock grew hard once more and his hole dribbled slick with each thrust, the demigod wailed, “Yours!”

  With his teeth buried in Athanasius’s shoulder, Castor came. His hot seed flooded the demigod’s fertile body, but it wasn’t enough. He craved more. They both did. From the wall to the stairs and again in the hall outside his makeshift bedroom, the two made love again and again. Each time, Castor filled his fated mate more and more. In the soft furs, he pushed him down, sucking his cock and pressing his fingers inside until he fit his entire fist within the black-haired man. Athanasius’s screams echoed through the ruins, and rutting between his thighs once more, Castor marked his claim, filling his love’s belly until it took.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Practiced in curse-breaking, Castor recognized the moment his seed took. All around them, the spell shattered. Like broken glass, the remnants crumbled around the ruins, and if his mate hadn’t been panting and desperate to come, he might have sensed it too, but it wasn’t enough. Each thrust caused the warlock’s release to ooze out around his cock. The muscles of his lover’s belly didn’t soften and round as he dreamt, but the red marks he sucked and the indents of his teeth tamed the greedy beast within the blond heart.

  Every proclamation of ownership met with the demigod’s submissive keening. No dreams could have prepared him for how beautiful the man beneath him was. Pale and scarred, he was a warrior. His body honed in war. His long dark hair fell about his shoulders in braids marked with runic iron beads. Claims of victory woven in his raven locks. Yet for all his strength, he melted, spreading his legs for his shorter fated mate to rut between.

  Stranger still, when the curse broke, Castor almost collapsed beneath the weight of his magic. As a child of a dryad, he felt at home in a forest, but plants rarely took to him despite his mother’s herbalist nature or his father’s kinship. The second the curse broke, it was as if a stolen part of himself returned. Every bit of moss and ivy - every plant in the whole of the ruins and in the forest below called out to him. Their power belonged to him. If he wished, he could call upon them to do whatever he willed.

  “It seems you weren’t the only one cursed,” he confessed though he hardly expected Athanasius to be paying attention.

  To his surprise, the demigod clung to him, wrapping muscular thighs about his waist. “I-I know! My stepfa-”

  Though he had been the one to bring up the subject, something feral in him grew bitter at his mate speaking of another man. Launching forward, he kissed his mate, biting the scarred lower lip until the taller man writhed, moaning once more. The ambrosia of his tongue tasted so much sweeter in reality than it had in their shared dreams. Every inch of the demigod’s body laid out before him - clear and unblurred. His eyes traced greedily over every bit, memorizing the exact hue of pink which painted his pale skin as the warlock pulled back to watch those kiss-swollen lips tremble with each thrust of his hips. He couldn’t bury himself deep enough. No amount of seed seemed enough despite feeling the weight of the curse break around them - despite knowing their firstborn settled firm and safe in Athanasius’s belly.

  “Such a beautiful mate,” the blond crooned, pinching rosy nipples until his fated love cried out, coming in shakes and sh
ivers without spilling a single drop. Grinding his hips forward, Castor grinned - smug in his triumph. “So beautiful and all mine.”

  Tears lined long dark lashes. Quicksilver eyes struggled to meet his - pleasure glazing them, but when their gazes met, his beloved Nasi clung to him - calloused fingers digging into his upper arm as he proclaimed, “Yours! Only yours, Castor!”

  “Yeah, all mine,” the warlock purred.

  It wasn’t enough. Filling him once more, Castor barely pulled out to turn his mate onto his stomach - forcing his still hard cock against the furs - before he plunged inside him once more. Pinned to the furs beneath them, Athanasius could only claw at them. Though stronger and taller, his muscles failed beneath the onslaught of pleasure as his mate thrust into his loose, sloppy hole again and again.

  “Can you feel it?” the warlock asked. His breath came out hot against the demigod’s skin. “I’ve poured so much inside you that you’re dripping with every thrust.” He punctuated his sentence with a hard rut of his hips, and the dribbles of slick and cum leaked out, running down the smooth skin to the black-haired man’s balls. “Yet it isn’t enough, is it?”

  Athanasius sobbed, “Please!”

  “Please what? Harder? Deeper?” Castor teased. “Stop?”

  When his mate stilled above him, the demigod whined - high-pitched and desperate in the back of his throat. “More,” he begged, “Please, C-Castor - move!”

  “Anything for you.”

  Over and over, they sought their pleasure in each other’s arms, solidifying the mond between them. Time had no meaning to them, and when they finally came up for air, the warlock smiled down once more at the marks which painted his lover’s skin. They were not as permanent as the man’s scars, but he would suck and bite them onto Athanasius’s pale skin again and again until their child curved his stomach, and even then, he would mark him once more.

  Falling by his love’s side, Castor panted, staring at the lush green which covered the room around them. There hadn’t been any sign of plantlife in the room before, but his magic - now fully unleashed from the curse - called to it. Vines and moss and trees sprouted. Green life - lush and strong - grew inside the ruins now. Their roots took hold. A power unlike anything the warlock had ever been able to reach now sat within his core, and it had been his all along. Meant to be his. Stolen from him by the same fickle god who trapped his mate, yet for all his wrath that anyone had harmed his beloved, he could not help some part of him being thankful that his mate had been cursed. Without it, they would not have been mates at all, and Castor could not imagine a life without Athanasius - his dear sweet Nasi - at his side.

  The black-haired man shifted, wriggling in the furs as his hole dripped slick and seed. His thighs became a mess of their pleasure. As he flushed, he pressed his fingers against his hole, whimpering.

  Castor rolled onto his side. “What’s wrong?”

  Pink painted sharp cheekbones as the demigod admitted in a voice almost too quiet to hear, “I feel empty.”

  “We can’t have that, can we?” the warlock pressed a kiss to his mate’s nose, and reaching out to his new sylvan powers, he crafted a plug from the vines and pressed it into his mate’s hole, keeping his seed firmly in place. “There.” He tapped the base, smiling as Athanasius gasped. “And I can keep you as full as you need.”

  The plug expanded just enough to draw a moan from the taller man’s lips. Kept alive by the warlock’s magic, the plug grew and shrunk as he willed it. Stretching, it pushed further inside, forming its tendrils into a copy of Castor’s fingers, curling and pressing again and again at the black-haired man’s prostate.

  “Castor, it’s - it’s too much,” his sweet Nasi met his eyes.

  The demigod’s gaze shimmered with unshed tears, but his cock slowly hardened as he rocked back against the plug’s magical caress. He looked so beautiful. Soon, his belly would round with their child.

  Slipping between his mate’s legs once more, Castor drew the man into a kiss. “What do you need, Nasi?”

  “You,” Athanasius shyly replied.

  Pulling the plug, Castor thrust inside him again. Wet and open, his body welcomed the warlock, and as long as they kept the plug inside him, Castor could bend Athanasius over wherever they wanted on the road, taking his fated mate again and again. Keeping him full despite the child already planted inside him.

  “I love you,” the warlock professed.

  Wrapping his arms around his mate, Athanasius smiled - bright and beautiful even as his body trembled beneath the arousal tightening in his belly. “Love you too.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  “Do you like it?” Castor asked, smiling proudly with his hands upon his hips.

  After being trapped so long in the ruins, traveling came as a relief. Even with Castor’s obsession with always touching, the demigod enjoyed life on the road; however, the blond always seemed terrified he would suddenly disappear if they weren’t touching in some fashion. Holding hands - an arm around his waist - whatever sweet touches connected them turned sensual quicker and quicker as that plug pressed inside him, forewarning of Castor’s desires before he acted.

  Athanasius couldn’t say he was much better himself. His body yearned for Castor, and even with the sylvan plug inside him, he wanted nothing more than to ride his mate’s cock and be held tightly as his wonderful warlock took him until pleasure overwhelmed them both.

  While Athanasius found contentment in wandering, Castor set them on a particular path. A small village overlooking the sea. It was beautiful. A cottage on the coast with rooms enough for their child and more who would come. Resting a hand on his gravid belly - still able to be hidden beneath his cloak, the black-haired man smiled.

  “It’s perfect.”

  Castor lit up all the brighter. He swaggered back to his mate, pulling the taller man down for a quick kiss before settling his hands on the roundness where their child grew. “You hear that, little one? We have a house all ready for you.”

  Pulling Castor into a kiss, Athanasius wrapped his arms around the shorter man’s neck. Everything he had always feared wanting presented itself before him - a mate who loved him and a child on the way. Never had he dreamed he could have either.

  “I love you,” the demigod whispered.

  Castor’s soft smile stole his breath away, and when the warlock told him, “I love you too,” his heart skipped a beat. As if he could read the demigod’s mind, the warlock pressed, “Why don’t we christen the place?”

  “Christen?”

  A lewd smirk contorted his wistful expression into one of lustful hunger as the blond hands slid to squeeze the black-haired man’s muscular ass. “I want to take you in our bed. Worship this gorgeous body of yours until you can’t bear it.”

  Flushing, Athanasius whispered, “Then we’d never stop.”

  Unable to hold back, the pair rushed into their new home, stripping as they kissed and found their way to their bed. Pushing Athanasius down, Castor crawled between his spread legs.

  “Should I lick you open? Suck you? Finger you?” the warlock teased.

  Spreading his legs, Athanasius pulled out the sylvan plug and showed off his already wet hole, stretching himself with two fingers as he begged, “I need you inside me. Please?”

  “When you ask so nicely…”

  Castor took the weight of his thighs, keeping him open as he thrust his cock inside. Instinctively, the demigod clenched around the intrusion, groaning as he was filled once more. They moved together. Their bodies rocking harder and harder as they clung to one another, desperate to hold fast to this happiness they had found.

  “Love you,” Castor groaned, grinding deep.

  His hands traced over every inch of Athanasius’s body, leaving heat in his wake. Licking Athanasius’s chest, he worshiped the muscles - still hard and well formed even as his body changed. Nipping at sensitive skin, Castor twisted the man’s darkening nipples, rutting inside. Back and forth, he drew the length of his cock o
ut, twisted those rosy buds and thrust back into the warm heat of his lover’s body. The metal beads in Athanasius’s black hair clinked together, tinkling like raindrops on glass as he panted, moaning with each rough joining of their bodies. When he arched his back to rock into his mate’s pistoning hips, the gravid curve of his belly seemed all the greater.

  “Beautiful,” Castor groaned, worshipping every inch. This was the altar of his praise. Even if he were the only follower, he would sacrifice his body to the pleasure of his husband again and again. “Mine,” he murmured against Athanasius’s throat. “My sweet mate…”

  The black-haired man whined - low in his throat. Tears gathered on his lashes like dewdrops, and he clenched around the massive manhood grinding into his slick heat. Their bodies moved together. A churning like the sea - an oncoming storm of their release as their hands reached out, touching and clinging to one another before they joined over the demigod’s gravid belly.

  With a final thrust, Castor came, spilling hot seed into his lover’s already swollen body. At the hot rush within him, Athanasius followed. He yearned to pull the warlock down on top of him. To feel the heat of his body pressing him into the mattress, but the blond treated him so delicately since he began to show, so they rolled to their sides, spooning.

  Wrapping an arm around his mate, Castor hummed softly. “I meant to ask - what are you the god of now?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Demigods and gods don’t have mates until they have territory, right? Unless you lost your god-half. That’s what I always learned,” Castor explained, and Athanasius shifted, turning to face his mate as he considered.

  “I’m not human...so there must be something,” the black-haired man reached out, but his powers shifted so strangely. “I’m not sure.”