Epilogue
Gerard’s world had fallen apart. His father, the dragon king, had died.
Konrad, his eldest brother, had become the dragon king, the ruler of Draconia, overnight.
The peace accord at the White Monastery had turned into chaos, where no one trusted anyone.
And Gerard now spent his days in endless meetings and negotiations.
But as he walked beside Elias along the stretch of beach, Elias’s slender hand in his, he found that for at least one brief moment, he could breathe and the weight of everything lifted from his shoulders.
They walked towards the water, gazing out over the waves roaring and crashing on the shore. Soon the sun would set. But for the moment, sunlight sparkled on the pale-blue water. If he flew out over the sea and just kept going, he’d reach Draconia.
He glanced at his husband beside him. The stunning man with white hair and violet eyes stared ahead. Elias definitely needed a break from everything too.
He avoided his father almost completely.
Which was easily done, as the emperor had practically, if not officially, stopped ruling the kingdoms. He spent all his time locked in his quarters, unwilling to face the truth.
Which was that his beloved wife had planned to murder him and his son and seize complete control of their kingdoms.
Prince Matteo had come to the White Monastery. Although not technically emperor, he had taken over the ruling of both kingdoms.
Uptight and straightforward, the heir to the combined Kingdoms of Zephyrias and Voltaria had been greatly displeased at his mother’s plotting.
Now he focused on ensuring the kingdoms ran smoothly, that all those who’d plotted with his mother were dealt with swiftly and unmercifully, and that the peace treaty went ahead.
Prince Matteo, at least publicly, did not appear too devastated by the death of his mother and half-siblings. Although, Gerard imagined it must have taken a toll. And he seemed to have no qualms about working with Elias, despite Elias having killed said mother and half-siblings.
Elias often met with Prince Matteo and assisted him, but personally he had no aspirations to be the ruler of Zephyrias or Voltaria.
“He will be a better ruler than me,” Elias had said with a shrug. “And it always looked like a rather unpleasant job. He can have it. I’d rather be the only known lightning archmage in the kingdom.” He’d laughed. “Now people will admire me for my beauty and my amazing magical powers.”
Which was true. Everyone was rather in awe of Gerard’s husband now, whispering and pointing. Elias relished the sudden respect he’d gained. He never played the fool at all now, often seeming to show off his extensive knowledge and learning.
They’d managed to keep the news of Colette’s powers quiet. It helped that only Senta had been there to witness that. Well, the only one still alive anyway.
“This was a good idea to come out here and get away from the White Monastery. Even if we could only do so for a few hours,” Gerard said. Unfortunately, Gerard and Elias had more meetings planned for later that night. “But why were you so set on us coming to this beach?”
Gerard hadn’t had to fly them here. If Elias had wanted some time off together, there were places closer to the monastery they could have gone and that wouldn’t have forced Elias to brave riding him.
Elias smiled. “I asked the grand monk which was the nicest beach on the island.” He gestured to the sand and water before them. “He said this was it.”
“And why did you want us to come to a beach? It’s lovely, of course. But we’ve never really gone to beaches together. Do you particularly like beaches?” There was still a great deal he did not know about his husband.
Elias released Gerard’s hand. He walked along the beach.
Gerard followed Elias’s lovely swaying hips. He’d fucked Elias that morning before they’d had to rise for the day. It didn’t stop him wanting to fuck Elias now. He didn’t think he’d ever get enough of shoving his cock in that delectable arse.
Elias glanced back at him, flicking his long white hair. “You’ll see soon enough.”
Gerard chuckled. He glanced around, looking for some clue as to what Elias had planned. But seeing nothing, he just watched Elias’s walk, admiring his figure.
He is mine. My husband. My love.
Elias came to a stop. Gerard came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Elias’s waist. He held his warm body close, buried his face in his throat, and inhaled his scent.
Gerard pressed a kiss to the top of Elias’s head. “Well?” He looked in front of them. The sandy beach seemed to widen at this point. But otherwise, it did not look any different from any other part of the beach. “Are you going to explain now?”
“No,” Elias said, voice melodic and light.
Gerard huffed.
“I’d rather show you?” Then Elias lifted his hands in front of him, and his fingers wove in the air.
“What are you—”
But Gerard did not have time to finish his question. Elias raised his hands to the sky. Light danced on his fingertips before lightning shot up into the air.
Gerard’s arms around his waist tightened. His mouth fell open as he watched the lightning dance. His scars tingled.
But he did not feel even a hint of fear. Not anymore. All he felt was awe and wonder at his husband’s abilities. He’d seen Elias’s power several times since they’d fought together. He knew in his core that Elias would not hurt him. Well, not hurt him again, anyway.
Then Elias flung his hands forward, aiming at the ground. Lightning struck the sand. Gerard jumped. Elias’s laughter rang out as the lightning disappeared. He walked forward.
Gerard released his hold and walked beside Elias. “Want to tell me what that was about?”
Not answering, Elias stopped a few paces away. He knelt, and Gerard knelt opposite him.
Elias leaned forward and brushed at the sand. “It worked!” he cried out. A smile split his cheeks.
“What wo—” Then Gerard cut himself off.
Because between them, the tip of a fulgurite poked up from the sand.
Elias clapped his hands. “Now that you have me, I can make you all the fossilised lightning that you want!” Then he paused. “Although, maybe it isn’t as special now, when they can be made whenever you want them.”
Gerard smiled. He reached out and took Elias’s hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed Elias’s fingertips. “You made them. How could it not be special? My hoard will be filled with fulgurites made by you.”
With a laugh, Elias leaned forward and kissed him. Gerard cupped his cheek, returning the kiss. As one they moved away from the fulgurite. That sticking in your back probably would be unpleasant.
Gerard lay back on the soft sand, pulling Elias on top of him.
Elias straddled Gerard’s lap. He undid the sash wrapped around his waist. Then he pushed the blue robe off his shoulders, revealing pale skin that shone in the fading golden sunlight.
Gerard slid his hands up the smooth skin of Elias’s torso. He wrapped a hand around the back of Elias’s neck and pulled him down for a slow kiss.
“But you’re still fully clothed!” Elias protested against Gerard’s lips.
“Well, you best remedy that, then.”
Elias undid the buttons of Gerard’s coat.
They had to break apart, and Gerard had to sit up to remove it from his shoulders.
He then pulled his tunic over his head. The sun warmed his skin.
Meanwhile Elias already had moved on to Gerard’s belt, trousers, and boots, removing them and casting them aside.
Gerard lay back naked on the sand. Elias shoved his own shoes and tights off before once again straddling Gerard. They kissed, and Gerard caressed Elias’s silken hair with his hand. He pressed kisses to the naked skin of Elias’s collarbone.
“You’re so beautiful,” Gerard whispered.
“You are too.” Then Elias shoved Gerard back. He smiled and trailed his fingers down Gerard’s body as he moved back, until he straddled Gerard’s calves.
Elias’s hands slid up and down Gerard’s thighs. Gerard gasped as Elias’s magic hands zapped his skin. His muscles tensed and vibrated.
Then Elias wrapped a hand around Gerard’s cock and stroked.
Gerard cried out. Elias skilfully stroked his prick from base to tip, squeezing, and then swirling a finger around the head.
Meanwhile Elias’s other hand continued to glide along Gerard’s leg.
Pricks of lightning danced across Gerard’s skin.
He gulped in air as his gut tightened. He tilted his head back.
Elias’s hand gripped the base of his cock. He leaned forward. Sweet, warm wetness surrounded the tip. Gerard looked down. Elias’s glossed lips stretched around his prick as he took Gerard down. His violet eyes watched Gerard. His cheeks hollowed.
Gerard carded his fingers through Elias’s hair as Elias’s head bobbed up and down, taking him into his mouth over and over. Gerard’s dick glistened with spit.
Then Elias removed his hand from Gerard’s leg and rubbed against his taint.
“Fuck!” Gerard cried out as Elias zapped. He squeezed his eyes shut.
The dual sensation of lightning tingles and delicious wetness unravelled Gerard. His feet kicked at the sand.
Elias’s suction increased. The zapping intensified. Gerard’s balls pulled in tight. Pleasure coiled tighter inside him. His mouth opened as his orgasm approached.
Then, all of a sudden, Elias’s warm mouth disappeared. Cool air brushed against his slick dick. The zaps and Elias’s touch pulled away.
Panting, Gerard stared at Elias. Elias smirked and sat back on his heels. “Oh. I’m sorry. Are you not satisfied?” He raised an eyebrow.
With a growl Gerard lunged for him. Elias squealed as Gerard’s hands grabbed him by the waist. He pulled Elias into his lap, turning him around so his back pressed to Gerard’s front. Gerard rubbed his cock against his plump arse cheeks.
“I’ll tell you when I’m satisfied, Voltarian slut! And I won’t be satisfied until I’ve filled your greedy hole with my seed,” he whispered into Elias’s ear. Elias shivered, and Gerard nipped at his earlobe. Elias gasped.
Gerard reached for his trousers beside him, which thankfully had not been cast too far away. He shoved his hand into his pocket and pulled out a vial of oil.
“I’m glad you came prepared,” Elias breathed.
“I never know when I’m going to get the chance to fuck you.”
Elias laughed, and Gerard tugged the cork from the vial with his teeth and spat it out. He poured oil into his hand and then reached between them. Elias leaned forward, and Gerard slid his slick fingers down Elias’s crease, towards his hole.
He shoved two fingers in, pushing deep. Elias groaned and rocked. His hands gripped Gerard’s thighs. Gerard stretched his fingers and added a third. His cock throbbed, desperate to be buried inside Elias’s tight hole.
He tugged his fingers free and poured more oil on his hand. He slicked his cock and then drew Elias down and towards his throbbing prick. He wrapped his hand around the base of his own dick. The flared head pressed against Elias’s rim.
“Take me,” Gerard said, voice low and husky. “Take my cock inside you.”
The tight ring of muscle clenched against the tip of Gerard’s cock. Gerard held still. Elias’s fingers on Gerard’s thighs tightened. Then slowly Elias bore down. The pressure built against the head. Gerard bit his lip as he thrust lightly.
The muscle gave, and the tip of his cock popped inside Elias. Gerard exhaled, and Elias moaned as he continued taking Gerard into his body. He felt like he was being sucked inside. Tight heat swallowed his length inch by inch until Gerard’s hips pressed against Elias’s arse.
Elias breathed heavily. Gerard slid his hands up and down Elias’s body. Muscles quivered beneath his touch. He pinched a nipple. Elias whimpered, and his channel squeezed Gerard’s cock.
Moaning, Gerard rocked his hips, feeling those muscles move around his dick. “Fire and flames. You feel so fucking good.”
Elias let out a breathy chuckle. “You feel pretty good yourself.” His hands tightened on Gerard’s thighs. He lifted slightly, and Gerard’s cock slid from Elias’s hole.
Then Elias lowered himself and took Gerard’s member back inside him. Pressing against Gerard’s thighs with his hands, Elias began to rise and fall, fucking himself on Gerard’s cock.
Gerard gripped his waist with one hand, guiding him. “That’s right. Ride my cock.” He splayed his other hand across Elias’s chest. He could feel Elias’s heartbeat, strong and fast beneath his palm.
Elias tilted his head back, head resting against Gerard’s shoulder. Gerard’s dick slid in and out of Elias’s body. Reaching down, Gerard gripped Elias’s cock in his hand. Pre-cum already slicked the length. He stroked.
Elias cried out. Gerard thrust up. His balls tingled. He thrust faster as his peak approached. If Elias pulled away now and denied him his orgasm, Gerard would throw him on the sand and fuck him until they both were sated.
But Elias didn’t pull away. He rose and fell faster. Broken whimpers fell from his lips. Gerard sped up his hand on Elias’s cock.
“Gerard!” Elias cried out. His back arched, body going rigid. In Gerard’s hand, Elias’s dick jerked. Warm cum spilled over his fingers.
Elias squeezed tight around Gerard’s dick. Gerard grunted as the pleasure slammed into him. His hand on Elias’s hip tightened. He shuddered and spilled deep inside Elias.
They held still for several moments. Gerard stroked his hands up and down Elias’s body as their pleasure faded. When their heartbeats and breathing returned to normal, they untangled.
They stumbled towards the surf, exchanging kisses and touches. They washed each other. Then they came together, kissing as the waves lapped around them.
Soon they’d have to return to the White Monastery and all their responsibilities and the challenges that needed to be dealt with. But for now, they were together, and Gerard would relish this moment with Elias.