by M. D. Grimm
“Morgorth.” He laughed at the bindings. I crawled on the bed, his laughter dying as he saw the look in my eyes. I stared down at him, and he up at me, his gaze holding mostly excitement, but a little fear as well. I’d never been so dominating with him, so insistent about being in control. I’d also never used my magick on him this way. He wasn’t sure where this was going. Neither was I, really, but his words repeated in my head, exciting me.
He stilled craved my touch. After everything, after hearing all of my atrocities, his desire for me never dimmed. His love for me never shifted an inch. No one in the entire cosmos would ever compare to him.
I knelt between his legs, sliding my fingertips over his sensitive inner thighs. He squirmed, trembled, strained against the bindings.
“So,” I said. “You like being a powerful mage’s mate. You like being known as the Dark Mage of the North’s mate?”
He smiled. “Or the Dark Mage of the East’s mate. You have many titles, my love.”
“So, I do.”
I gripped the base of his cock and with just a tiny surge of magick, sensitized it. It was similar to what I’d done before, but on a much smaller scale. I wanted to draw his pleasure out until he was too delirious to remember any of my confession.
He sucked in a breath as I began to stroke him, knowing my touch was far more pleasurable than before. I sent another tiny surge of magick, stroking his nerve endings, and whimpers started to escape him. He squirmed, biting his lower lip, his eyes now shut tightly. I bent down, sliding my tongue over his tip, another spark of magick sensitized the sensation ten-fold.
Aishe cried out. “By the Mother, Morgorth, what are you doing to me?”
I laughed. He opened his eyes and I met them. “I’m loving you.”
His eyes turned soft, his smile adoring. Then I bent my head once more, slipping the entirety of him into my mouth. His body jerked, and I sent another spark of magick into him. He began to moan and move against my mouth, and I continued to suck and stroke, fondling his balls, spark after spark of magick igniting his nerves. Sweat soon glistened on his body, his muscles tightening like bowstrings. I’d never done this to any of my other lovers. For them. I was experimenting, really, learning how much was too much, and how much kept the pleasure building, but not allowing climax.
Panting, his head thrashing from side to side, Aishe began to physically fight against his bindings. “Morgorth,” he said hoarsely. “I can’t—you need to stop.”
“Never,” I whispered before sucking harder, adding more pressure to his balls.
He accepted me. All of me. He would always accept me. Love me. Need me. He would never leave me. Bursting with love and lust, I grabbed his legs, pushing them to his chest. Then my head descended farther, my tongue sliding over his small opening, tasting him. Aishe groaned deeply, his body shuddering. A few tiny droplets of pearly liquid slid down his shaft, showing how close he was. I lapped, I licked, I sent another tiny surge of magick inside him, before pushing my tongue inside. Aishe jerked violently.
“Morgorth!”
I gave a short laugh, rather breathlessly. I continued my torment, even as my body demanded its own pleasure. I was rock hard, solid and throbbing. My body yearned to be touched but I struggled against it, determined to give Aishe as much pleasure as I possibly could.
“My love, please, I need—” He panted, his body straining.
I lifted my head, met his glazed eyes. “What do you need?”
He sucked in air, his muscled, glistening chest heaving. “You. Just you. Release me.”
I crawled up his body, dropping kisses, licking his sweat. I knew every dip, every curve, every scar on his body. I knew where he was ticklish, where I could touch to make him groan. I sucked his nipples, and that had his legs tightening around my waist. Then, when I finally reached his face, I indulged myself. The kiss was hard, sloppy, but highly satisfying. Even as my tongue invaded every corner of his mouth, I untied the ribbons around his wrists. I rubbed my erection against his thighs, shuddering from the friction.
When Aishe was free, his arms clamped around me, shooting down to my ass, gripping hard. I moaned, still devouring his mouth. We rubbed against each other as we rolled over the bed, creating friction, excitement drumming in our hearts. His fingers threaded into my hair, sucking my lips, giving me kiss after kiss, and the taste of him set fire to my blood. My magick tingled through me, and I never stopped sending spark after spark into him, which certainly made him wild. I loved it when he was wild.
I somehow ended up under him, and he clamped his mouth down on my cock, sucking so hard, it was my turn to squirm. I didn’t want to come yet, but I might have no choice if Aishe kept that up.
I grunted. “Not yet, baby, not yet.”
He switched his mouth to my balls, rolling them each in his mouth. I tugged at his hair until he finally put his mouth on mine again. He straddled me, reached behind himself and grabbed my pulsing cock before pressing it between his ass cheeks, stroking it, my tip sometimes grazing his hole.
I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head. “Oh, fuck, Aishe.”
He kissed me all over my face, his stroking become more urgent. “Let me ride you,” he whispered close to my ear. “Let me ride you while you watch me.”
Was I really going to say no to that? I nodded, nipping his lower lip. “I want to look at you. I want to love you.”
I conjured the lube, slicking his hole myself. He rode my fingers and I acutely remembered our first time. The very first time I’d been inside him. How unsure I was, how self-conscious and the lack of confidence I had in my own skill. Well, I’d come a long way, hadn’t I? We watched each other as I slid my fingers into him. His face was flushed, his eyes dark and slightly glassy and his hair was wild around his face. He was one sexy bastard and he was all mine.
“Now, now,” Aishe demanded. I removed my fingers, slicked my erection, and he slipped me inside him, never hesitating. We both had to take a moment, to keep from coming from the simple penetration. Panting, I gripped Aishe’s hips, his skin burning my palms. He moved slowly at first, just rocking back and forth. I gritted my teeth and stared at his face, my love for him bursting like an explosion inside me. My magick flashed out, undirected, becoming glittering colors surrounding us, burning us, but pleasantly.
His hands gripped my chest as he started to bounce, his moves more energetic. It kept building, the sensations, the pace, and I couldn’t look anywhere else but Aishe. He wanted me to watch him and I had no problem with that. He rode me, an expert in the craft, his fingers diving into his own hair, looking so sexy it made me breathless. Then he gripped my hands where they still lay on his hips, which were moving erotically back and forth even as he bounced up and down. I started to thrust up, my balls slapping against his ass, creating harder friction. Our cries mingled, and I could swear I heard his heart beat like a drum, just as mine was.
“Remember,” he said suddenly, looking straight into my eyes. “Remember our first time?”
“How could I forget?” I asked, my teeth gritted.
I felt myself nearing completion and sent a small surge of magick into Aishe, which backwashed into me, like that other time. But this was smaller, yet it still enhanced our sensations, playing over our nerves. I felt him more acutely than ever, his smooth channel, his muscles as they tightened and loosened around me. And I knew he would feel me, the pressure I gave him, the way I filled him up.
Aishe shuddered before his eyes went wide when, apparently, he’d managed to move in such an angle that I hit that special spot I’d been told existed. I shifted myself, making sure I pegged it again and again. I did, and with my magick making everything ten times as pleasurable, Aishe rode like a demon, taking us both over the edge. His come shot over my chest, into my face, but I didn’t care. I came into him, and his body bowed back for a long moment before he simply fell, limbless, onto me. I grunted at the impact.
I think we were both paralyzed. That was fine. Who needed to
walk? Or move at all, for that matter? I sighed and closed my eyes, enjoying him on me, relishing the scent of us in the air. We really were meant for each other. Even our bodies fit together.
A long time passed before Aishe stirred. I’d started to drift to sleep when he did, but I popped awake. “Aishe?”
My mate nuzzled my neck, making a cute, contented sound. I wrapped my arms around him, vaguely amazed I could still move them. He snuggled closer, tighter, and seemed content to stay on me. I had no problem with that.
“You are so sexy,” I whispered.
His fingers stroked me along the ribs and I jerked slightly. I was ticklish there.
“I know.”
I snorted.
“Thank you for choosing me,” he said softly.
I smiled. “Thank you for choosing me.”
It wasn’t long before I heard him snore softly. I closed my eyes and followed him into sleep.
Chapter Fifteen
Two days later, Master Ulezander arrived with two council enforcers. I called them council dogs. Both were male, young, and beefy. Both eyed me suspiciously as we stood upon my landing, just outside Geheimnis’ front doors. They’d teleported there, Lansa reporting their arrival to me. My faithful fasion messenger was a great asset.
I stood outside my front doors, my arms crossed over my chest.
“Lord Morgorth,” Master Ulezander said, bowing at the waist toward me. I gave him the same respect.
“Elder Ulezander. Thank you for coming so speedily.”
“It was my pleasure.” He smiled slightly. “Thank you for informing the council of Drasyln’s transgression.”
We acted formally with each other because of the two enforcers. Otherwise, we’d speak with frank openness, and I would greet him far more warmly than I did now. I didn’t know how it was with other masters and their apprentices, but I liked to think he and I were friends. Also, because of the enforcers, Master Ulezander spoke more covertly than he usually did. He wasn’t only thanking me for sending him the querian, he was thanking me for not killing Drasyln, and for playing by the rules the council created. Though I was a mage, I didn’t always subscribe to their views on law and justice. Feel free to guess why.
“I was happy to do so,” I said. “I believe the Hand will be able to find a fit punishment for her.”
The front doors opened, without any visible gesture from me, and Grendela led five male boygles onto the landing. Raised above their heads, their grubby hands held Drasyln firmly despite the fact she was still bound and gagged. She was a mess. Her beauty marred by dirt, grime, her hair tangled and knotted. Her clothes were torn in places, her skin sickly pale. She was probably very hungry. I didn’t care much. I hadn’t allowed the boygles to mess with her, which should really show my ability for mercy. Those beasts made me look like a kitten.
I snapped my fingers. The boygles tossed Drasyln at the feet of the enforcers, where she landed with a cry of pain. I flicked my wrist again and Grendela, with a glare for the enforcers, led the boygles back into Geheimnis. The doors thudded closed. The enforcers stared at Drasyln, at her bindings, at her state, and raised their eyebrows at me. Master Ulezander’s expression didn’t change one bit.
“Take her and leave.”
One of the enforcers grabbed parts of the rope, lifting and slinging her over his shoulder. He tried to hide a grimace but I saw it. She probably smelled rather ripe.
The other enforcer looked at me. “The council also demands Atcoatlu.” He visibly paled.
I made sure my expression didn’t change as I reached to the pouch tied to my belt. I raised it, making sure they all heard the agate’s call, before holding it out to Master Ulezander. My mentor took it and gave the enforcers a significant look. One of the enforcers bowed to Master Ulezander while the one holding Drasyln only bowed his head, and then they vanished, teleporting back to the Tower. Once they were gone, Master Ulezander handed Atcoatlu back to me. I took it without a word, though I smiled inwardly.
He met my eyes. “Are you all right?”
I really thought about my answer before speaking. “I will be. I’m getting through it.”
He nodded, his eyes concerned.
“I told Aishe. Everything.”
“And?”
“He’s Aishe. What do you think?”
My mentor smiled, gripped my shoulder. “I am happy for you, Morgorth. Very much. I’m also proud of you.”
I stood taller. “Thank you, Master.”
“Though,” Master Ulezander raised an eyebrow, “I did see the condition Drasyln was in. Was that really necessary?”
My face was stone as I stared at him. “She nearly sliced Aishe in half.”
Master Ulezander dropped his hand, his gaze pensive. “So, time travel. That is why Aishe pursued you those months ago.”
I nodded. “When will you be leaving, Master?”
“Immediately. But I will return. I would like to know more details about this time travel.” His eyes bore into mine. “Guard yourself, Morgorth.”
I swallowed hard, my grip tightened on the pouch containing the agate. “I will.”
With a curt nod, Master Ulezander disappeared, teleporting to the Tower. I turned on my heel, pushing open my doors. They slammed shut behind me. I continued across the hall and climbed the stairs before striding down long corridors, my boot steps echoing off the stone walls. I clutched the agate in my hand, and it vibrated against my palm, demanding that I use it.
“Not in this lifetime.”
I deactivated the various enchantments upon the doors leading up to my stone room. It wasn’t long before I was inside the small, circular chamber. It was completely void of decoration or comfort. There wasn’t even a window. The only piece of furniture inside was the purple crystal pedestal set in the absolute center. Eight glittering, shining gemstones lay upon it, under an impenetrable dome. The enchantments I laid upon the pedestal, and this room, were strong, interwoven. They were a bomb ready to explode if anyone tried to tamper with them, attempting to claim the stones of power for themselves.
As I approached them, the stones spoke to me, though their voices were muffled. They crooned and begged, cajoled and promised. They spoke to my magick, answering the call inside me, the call I ignored, for power, for dominance; for control over this world, to reform it under my direction, to break it under my will. I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
I carefully deactivated the spells around the pedestal, then slowly upended the pouch. Atcoatlu slid next to Rambujek. Now that the enchantment was gone, the stones’ voices became louder. Each had its own tone, its own promises. I had major stones, minor stones, lesser stones. They were all dangerous, no matter their classification. I scowled at them before I reactivated the enchantments, and poured more energy into the crystal pedestal. I was slightly winded when I was done but that was it. My magick still burned bright and hot, and I couldn’t help but remember how exhausted I’d been the first time I created the enchantments. I’d grown so much, magickally speaking, in only a relatively short amount of time. I didn’t think that was normal.
I would need to speak to Master Ulezander about that, but after the Hand dealt with Drasyln. I wanted no part in that.
***
I leaned over the stone wall, standing on one of my higher towers. Looking out over the home I’d created for myself, I felt a strange sense of calm wash over me. A calm I’d never felt before. Aishe and I were meant for each other. There was no other way to view my traveling to the past, my vital role in his life. The Mother had plans for us. But what were they?
I looked at the sky, cheerful and blue, the clouds white and puffy.
“What do you ask of me?” I whispered as the wind rose up, causing my jacket to flutter and snap behind me. “You saved me. You encouraged and blessed me. You gave me Aishe. But why? I’m the seventh son of a seventh son.” My eyes narrowed. “Please don’t tell me you’re just a sadistic bitch with a sick sense of humor.”
I
thought of the Hunter. He had shown himself to me. Was it just to get my ass moving to the tribe to stop Drasyln? Or was there some other reason he visited me? For all the years I’d lived in Vorgoroth, walked her trails, observed her creatures, predator and prey alike, I’d never felt the Hunter’s presence.
Perhaps I hadn’t needed to.
I didn’t tell Aishe about the Hunter. I couldn’t, not yet. I had to mull it over some more before I informed him that Karishian’s Mother and Father had both shown themselves to me; both at times of great importance. Drasyln would have killed Aishe if I hadn’t arrived when I did.
I looked down at my forest and whispered, “Thank you.”
A shadow flew above me. I turned around, seeing the obvious shape of Enfernlo. I smiled. He flew gracefully through the air, his serpentine body easily riding the currents, his large wings holding him with little effort. Payshthas had hollow bones like birds. He landed on my towers like before. Perching on them, he folded his wings before lowering his head. I stepped forward to rub his snout, and he turned his head slightly, his large eye gazing at me.
“Once again, it would seem much has happened since I last visited.”
I sighed. “You could say that.”
I told him nearly everything. I left out the strange energy absorption—I wanted to do some research before I spoke to anyone about that. But the rest I told him freely. It took a while and he was silent throughout. I trusted him like I trusted few others. And, being a payshtha, he was closer to the Mother than even the mages were.
“You saw the Hunter?”
I nodded and ran my fingers through my hair. “What does it mean, En? Why does all this keep happening to me? What the fuck am I supposed to do with all this? What am I to believe?”
“All you can do is believe in the Mother.”
“Really? That’s it? Just believe?” I shook my head, staring Enfernlo in the eye. “You know I need more than just blind faith. She visited me and blessed my escape. But I’m a seventh son of a seventh son. I have a destiny.”