Chapter 27
In the changing room, Gramlithyn made quick work of stripping.
There were two exits, and Gramlithyn chose the one at the back so he wouldn’t charge out naked in front of Pyxlevir.
Gramlithyn wasn’t shy about being nude around his other half, but he didn’t trust Pyxlevir to play nice, and the last thing he wanted was to get fondled in public despite the lack of people around at the moment.
Gramlithyn stalked out and closed his eyes.
Breathing in deeply, he reached for his zebra.
The beast responded eagerly. His heartbeat picked up as his body elongated and his skin darkened and sprouted the distinctive stripes of his animal.
Fully shifted, Gramlithyn was surprised by his beast’s desire to charge to their mate.
While he appreciated his zebra’s enthusiasm, the last thing he wanted to do was scare Pyxlevir.
Gramlithyn assured his zebra that they would someday bite Pyxlevir and share an eternity with him, and thankfully, the animal calmed.
Happy that man and zebra were in accord again, Gramlithyn trotted out to find Pyxlevir nearly dwarfed by the hoodie he’d donned.
“I love your zebra,” Pyxlevir said, rushing over and running his hands along Gramlithyn’s flanks and long neck.
If Gramlithyn had been in elf form, he would’ve smiled at Pyxlevir’s enthusiasm.
As for Gramlithyn’s beast, he wanted to get closer to Pyxlevir.
To please both elf and zebra, Gramlithyn nuzzled Pyxlevir’s hand.
His mate grinned and laughed with joy. “Can I ride you now?”
Knowing it would be a struggle for the diminutive Pyxlevir to get on his back, Gramlithyn lowered himself to the ground.
Pyxlevir didn’t hesitate. The elf climbed up and immediately wrapped his arms around Gramlithyn to give him a hug.
Grateful that Pyxlevir was clinging to him, Gramlithyn carefully rose to his hooves and started to walk.
Pyxlevir loosened his hold and let out a whoop.
“This is fabulous. Even better than riding a centaur,” Pyxlevir crowed, making man and beast revel in how wonderful their mate was and how lucky they were to have him.
Eager to ensure Pyxlevir enjoyed himself, Gramlithyn took a long walk around the copse of trees and picnic spot.
It was a new area for him though, so he kept sight of the changing room as he shared quality time with Pyxlevir.
The elf in question had loosened his hold and kept patting Gramlithyn affectionally as they rode.
Gramlithyn wanted to repeat the experience as often as possible.
So did his zebra. But all good things had to come to an end, and his beast was worried that Pyxlevir required food and rest despite the early hour.
Gramlithyn headed for the changing area, and Pyxlevir groaned his displeasure as the hybrid lowered himself to the ground again.
“Thanks for that, it ended too soon,” Pyxlevir complained.
He surprised Gramlithyn by dropping a kiss on his zebra’s neck.
The beast snorted with pleasure, and Gramlithyn’s heart overflowed with all the love he’d had for Pyxlevir since he was six years old.
As soon as Pyxlevir slid off his back, Gramlithyn rushed to get dressed.
Gramlithyn used his zebra’s preoccupation with Pyxlevir’s need to eat to his advantage, and the shift from beast to man took only seconds.
Gramlithyn found the stall with his clothes and yanked them on.
Once he was dressed, he snagged the water bottle he’d brought for him and Pyxlevir and walked out.
Pyxlevir smiled at him as their eyes locked. Adoring him, Gramlithyn stalked over and tugged Pyxlevir into his arms. Their mouths met in a kiss, which Gramlithyn deepened immediately. Pyxlevir clung to him, and Gramlithyn would’ve tightened his hold, but they were still outside near a hiking trail.
“Thanks, my zebra and I had enjoyed that immensely,” Gramlithyn said, his gaze transfixed by the slow way Pyxlevir licked his lips.
“I should be thanking you both; that was so much fun. I didn’t want it to end.”
“My zebra is a little obsessed with you. We were enjoying the forest, then he started thinking about your nutrient and sleep needs.”
Pyxlevir chuckled. “Next time I’ll bring snacks and a blanket so I can hang out with your zebra for hours.”
The beast in question whinnied with excitement at Pyxlevir’s words. “Yeah, he’s on board for that. So am I. But let’s figure out our dinner situation so he doesn’t lose his mind.”
“Okay,” Pyxlevir said as Gramlithyn pulled away and took the elf’s hand to lead them away from the shifting area. “Thoughts?”
“Whatever you want is fine with me, I’m not feeling picky.”
“Good, because I am. I’d prefer not to share you, so I think we should order ahead and grab our dinner from the lodge on our way back to the cabin.”
“Let’s stop for a second to check out the menu.”
Gramlithyn tugged out his phone and found the correct website.
They opted to select different things so that they could share.
A quick call was all it took to place their order, and they were soon heading for the lodge to grab their food, which they’d been assured wouldn’t take long to prepare.
One wonderful thing about the simplicity of elven diets was how fast meals could be made.
The downside for a hybrid was the amount of protein powder Gramlithyn had to dump on his fruits and veggies, but he’d long ago grown used to ensuring he had some available.
It added no taste, and even the texture was minimal, making it easy to ignore.
Setting aside his food concerns, Gramlithyn focused on Pyxlevir and the hint of sunset on the horizon as they enjoyed their relaxing walk on the trail.
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Tucking the curtains closed after a leisurely meal with Gramlithyn, Pyxlevir strolled over and made himself comfortable on the bed next to his other half. Pyxlevir had tasked Gramlithyn with finding a movie for them to watch, and the hybrid’s brow was creased as he studied the on-screen menu.
“Comedy okay?” Gramlithyn asked.
“Sure.”
Gramlithyn made his selection, then set the remote down on the nightstand between the two beds.
“Should we stack some pillows and get comfy?”
“Gramlithyn, do you really think I give a shit about the movie?”
The hybrid chuckled. “What’s on your mind, Pyx?”
With a roll of his eyes, Pyxlevir cupped Gramlithyn’s face and kissed him.
He immediately discovered Gramlithyn wasn’t serious about television either.
Gramlithyn’s tongue tangled with his, and Pyxlevir moaned as he plastered himself to his mate.
Warms hands coasted up Pyxlevir’s back, and he loved the heat of Gramlithyn’s palms through the thin cotton of his tunic.
But Pyxlevir wanted more. So did his dick, which was rapidly hardening in his trousers. He put a little space between them and found the buttons on Gramlithyn’s shirt.
“Are you sure this is what you want?” Gramlithyn asked, his gaze locked on Pyxlevir’s face.
Pyxlevir grinned, yanked off his tunic, and threw it. “Yes, and I’ve waited too long, so get these clothes off.”
“You’re an elf; this is the part of the porn where you modestly suggest we get under the covers.”
Cackling, Pyxlevir wiggled out of his pants and was empowered by Gramlithyn’s sharp inhale of shock at his brazenness.
Tradition didn’t matter to Pyxlevir in the confines of a bedroom with Gramlithyn.
He’d imagined being with Gramlithyn countless times throughout the years, and he’d be damned if he didn’t get to enjoy his lovely green skin in the full brightness of the room.
“Shit, Pyx,” Gramlithyn sputtered as Pyxlevir rose to his knees. His cock bobbed eagerly as he shuffled closer to Gramlithyn and yanked his shirt from his jeans. “Give me a sec. Wow, you’re fucking gorgeous.”
“Great. Fantastic. Now, let me see you.”
Gramlithyn gently tugged his shirt out of Pyxlevir’s grasp and wiggled out of it. If Pyxlevir’s blood weren’t already thundering through him and making his entire body throb, he might have laughed at the way Gramlithyn’s gaze remained transfixed on the elf’s dick as he scrambled to his feet.
To Pyxlevir’s delight, Gramlithyn unzipped his jeans and, with a few frenzied movements, yanked them and his underwear to the floor.
Pyxlevir licked his lips at the reveal of Gramlithyn’s hard dick.
The skin was darkened to a deep reddish-brown, and Pyxlevir loved knowing he was the one who’d pushed Gramlithyn to a cursing mess as the hybrid tried to get his clothing off.
Scooting on his ass toward the headboard, Pyxlevir moaned his mate’s name as the hybrid climbed over him on the bed.
His heart was begging him to savor the experience, but too much time had passed since Fate had matched them.
All Pyxlevir could focus on was the overwhelming need to taste, touch, and come in Gramlithyn’s arms.
Their skin met, and Pyxlevir’s hiss of pleasure was lost in their kiss.
His arms locked around Gramlithyn, and his fingers pressed into the muscles of his back.
Already panting, Pyxlevir squeezed his eyes shut as Gramlithyn’s lips left his to lead a fiery trail down his neck.
Gramlithyn tweaked a nipple, and Pyxlevir nearly lost the battle to hold himself together.
A hot tongue soon swept from his chest to his belly while Pyxlevir tried counting in Elvish. He made it to three when Gramlithyn licked the length of his dick. There was just enough thought left in his brain to allow Pyxlevir to slide his legs apart to make room for his mate between them.
Gramlithyn rewarded him by sucking Pyxlevir’s cock into his mouth.
Grabbing handfuls of Gramlithyn’s hair, Pyxlevir tried to thrust upward, but Gramlithyn locked his hips in place with barely enough force to keep him still.
Pyxlevir had no choice but to lie there as Gramlithyn drove him out of his mind with exactly the right amount of suction and dastardly movements of his agile tongue.
Pyxlevir wanted it to last forever. But that was never an option.
His seed burst from him so fast he had no chance to warn Gramlithyn or brace himself for the onslaught of pleasure.
No solo orgasm could ever compare. Pyxlevir fought to get air into his lungs as the muscles he’d locked subconsciously loosened.
Desperate to ensure Gramlithyn was also pleased, Pyxlevir urged him upward.
He loved the taste of himself as they kissed.
Gramlithyn’s breath caught as Pyxlevir grinned and trapped the hybrid’s beautiful dick in his fist. Using a firm grip, Pyxlevir jerked him in quick strokes, which he hoped would overwhelm Gramlithyn.
The hybrid buried his nose in the pillow behind Pyxlevir’s head and groaned heavily as his seed spurted into and over the elf’s hand. Pyxlevir milked Gramlithyn through his orgasm and vowed to them both that there would be countless such interludes in their future.
“Fucking hell, Pyx,” Gramlithyn panted. His wiggles made it clear that he was growing too sensitive to enjoy it, so Pyxlevir reluctantly released his hold on Gramlithyn’s softening length.
“Fucking incredible if you ask me.”
Gramlithyn rolled and landed with a breathless chuckle next to Pyxlevir. “That too. Cuddle with me.”
“Let me go clean my hand first.”
To Pyxlevir’s surprise, Gramlithyn grabbed his wrist and licked his own come from the elf’s fingers. It was so erotic that Pyxlevir’s dick twitched. Thankfully, it was too soon for him to get hard again or he would’ve jumped Gramlithyn without a second thought.
“Did I get it all?” Gramlithyn asked, his brown eyes twinkling with mischief as their gazes locked.
“Talk about porn moves.”
“Come here before your elven modesty kicks in.”
Without a single care that he was still nude, Pyxlevir draped himself across Gramlithyn and brushed their lips together. “Like I haven’t slept naked.”
“You have?” Gramlithyn asked, brushing a lock of Pyxlevir’s hair behind his shoulder.
“I tried it, but it was weird, especially since I was afraid a parent or uncle would walk into my room unannounced. Not that they ever do that, but I really don’t need to have any awkward memories of being caught without my clothes on.”
“Well, never feel like you need to put them on around me. I’ve had plenty of fantasies about you, but your body is better than I dreamed.”
“So is yours. Especially that big carrot. I was expecting something on a smaller scale.”
Gramlithyn rolled his eyes. “It only seems big because you have tiny hands.”
“Don’t make me break out a ruler to prove my point.”
“If you packed one, I have to say that’s fucking weird and not necessarily in the cute Pyx way I adore.”
“I didn’t pack a ruler,” Pyxlevir said. “Calm down.”
“Want to spend the rest of the night not watching this movie and figuring out how many times we can come before sunrise?”
Pyxlevir nodded, and they were both smiling as they kissed. “Yep.”