Chapter Thirteen
Virion
“As much as I do love your company, I think I’d best go to sleep.” Kiara gave an exaggerated yawn, and Virion only at that moment realized the nymphs had gone and Nyem was doing her best to shoo them away like scolded children.
Virion placed his plate and utensil on the accent table and stood, ready to head toward his own quarters.
He bid goodnight and turned at the door, only to be turned with Nemiah’s hand. “Would you like me to walk you to your room or…”
The hopeful tone in Nemiah’s voice made Virion desperate to offer him a taste of omega mischief, but he’d already been punished enough that evening. “I think the nymphs already had plans. I’d hate to deny them their night off.”
“I believe we were denied, but would you like me to carry you to our marital chambers?” Nemiah’s half smirk of a grin made Virion’s breath tremble.
It’d been so long since Virion had released, longer still since he was able to pleasure himself in the way an omega most craved. “I shall accept my husband carrying me to our bedchambers for the ritual deflowering.” Virion snorted with laughter and gasped when Nemiah scooped him up in his broad arms, his eyes shimmering with thalmic power.
It hummed under his skin, the energy of their magic, every point of contact between them a buzzing point that sent his nerves on tingling fire. Virion couldn’t contain the soft noise that escaped his lips, earning a fiery-eyed glance from his husband.
From what Virion had seen, he was a dedicated male, infatuated with his work and deeply invested in morality. He’d seen the worst from his father, as Virion had seen the opposite end of that spectrum. Alluin was not dishonorable, but he was without empathy and held outdated views. He’d spared Virion the humiliation of being rejected, the indignity of forceful penetration, and had done his best to show how very much he valued his mind.
Drashili were rumored to have been rough lovers, passionate and inconsolable, unsuitable partners for a civilized fae of high sun lineage, especially one as pale and fine as Virion. Though, the more Nemiah stared at him, the more he wondered if his paleness was meant for the moon.
As if reading Virion’s mind, Nemiah whispered, “You’re like moonlight, you know that? I see the goddess in you.”
Cheeks heating, Virion tilted his head back and allowed the glamour to slip free of his horns. They were such pretty things, he knew, alluring to even betas that saw them. They held the silvery pearl of his hair, pronged with thin, dangerous tines that clicked deliciously against Nemiah’s bullish ones.
The dwarves of Likwyf believed in star signs in the skies that could tell tales about the person someone was by their birth alone. The humans judged by the year, while the fae told the tales of someone’s heart by their horns.
A ram’s horns meant they’d be stubborn. Each ridge they acquired through life a hurtle of their own design.
An alpha with a steer’s horns meant many things, but strength was foremost. Pointing to the sides of their head meant they’d have a magnificent presence and take up much space while regarding others little. Pointed back would be strength through submission, but Nemiah’s pointed nearly straight up. Virion caught himself reaching toward one curiously. “What does it mean if it stands up?”
“Hm?” Nemiah adjusted his footing and Virion was barely aware of his personal guards shuffling a door open.
“If they stand up. Your horns.”
“Yours stand up, too.” Nemiah’s heated gaze bore into Virion.
“But mine are antlers. When antlers point up, it’s because I am alert. The tines mark me as delicate.” Virion bit his lower lip as his cheeks heated.
“It means, you pay attention to small details, as do I. We’ll notice things others won’t. If you believe that old crone’s tale.” Nemiah chuckled and the world around them shifted as Virion found himself deposited onto a very plainly clothed four-poster bed. Ostentation had been done away with in favor of luxurious comfort.
“I don’t know if I do believe.” Virion whined as Nemiah pulled himself back and moved to shut the bedroom door.
Nemiah returned to the bed, tugging loose his cravat. The soft fabric met its end somewhere over the side of the bed as a welcome, warm hand slid up Virion’s side. “You’ve had to be observant and vigilant. You’ve had to be ten times better than anyone around you to get a sliver of their recognition.” Bare fingertips brushed above the hem of his trousers, pushing his pretty tunic up.
“I can unbutton it,” Virion said, pawing at his duffel buttons, the bone toggles clicking under his nails.
“Patience,” Nemiah said. He leaned down to kiss over Virion’s throat, tracing his sharp teeth over the vulnerable flesh. Hot breath and the barest brush of hair and skin made Virion’s already plump cock twitch, hardening down a trouser leg. “Unless you want me to remove my hand?”
“Do what you must.” Virion’s voice trembled and Nemiah’s expression went wooden and heavy breaths slowed.
“Either we go into this enthusiastically, or we don’t at all.” Nemiah pulled his hand back, lessening the contact until his palm rested on his hip, gently massaging.
“I’m enthused! I promise. Please. I don’t want to push you.” Virion lifted a hand and cupped the back of Nemiah’s head. He twined his fingers through the fine, plentiful strands of silken hair, gripping so close to his horn.
“Okay. So, can I take this tunic off?” Nemiah drew his hand up and toyed with a button at his neck. Breathless, Virion nodded. The prospect of it finally happening made every nerve in his body light on fire. A single finger plucked one button after another, the skill of his flicks parting the brocade down his chest to expose the flesh beneath. A sharp nail trailed back up his belly, his sternum, then along his neck, leaving that strange rippling sensation of goose bumps in its wake.
Virion took it as permission and gained a little awareness, fingers shaking while he undid the fasteners on Nemiah’s jacket, frustrated at his tunic beneath being the sort to pull over his head.
“Impatient little Sugarmoth. Am I the sweetness you crave to flutter about me so?”
“Probably a lantern. Your magic shines so brightly,” Virion said. “And I cannot stop myself from butting into you.”
The sniff of laughter died in Nemiah’s throat as he leaned down and crushed a punishing kiss against Virion’s mouth. Their whimpering moans a chorus of frustration, shoulders rolling and legs struggling as they fought free of their stuffy clothes. “I’m going to kiss you. Keep kissing you as we grind together. Gonna make you come just from my touch before I bury myself in you and knot you to my heart’s content.”
Virion’s breath caught in his throat, a halted hiss that froze when Nemiah’s hand circled his waist as if asking permission. “Do it.”
Thankfully, Nemiah listened, drawing the strings of his linen pants to let the silk cords fall astray until their glorious bare cocks could touch through thin, soft fabric, woven silk from rare butterfly cocoons spent after their summer hatching. The gift of them in his dresser had been a small pleasure amid the wanton nights he spent praying Nemiah would sneak into his quarters.
It only occurred to Virion, then, that Nemiah may have waited for that, too. “Should I have been brazen enough to sneak into your chambers at night?”
Nemiah took delicious charge as he stole another kiss, their lips brushing between soft words. “No. I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself and I’d have felt so terrible.”
“And now?” Virion offered a slow lick along Nemiah’s tongue before he pressed their lips once more.
“Now, I’m going to make you waste yourself like a springling and melt under me.” Nemiah struggled to get his undergarments off, legs kicking behind him as he straddled Virion, pawing at his mate until his silvery underwear rolled down his thighs, damp with sweat and twisted to pin his knees together.
“F-fuck.” Virion’s whole being shuddered at those filthy words. He needed more, wanted more, and more Nemiah gave. A soft palm stroked the length of his shaft, thumb circling the weeping tip before dipping downward to play with his soft sac, gently massaging the bit of loose skin there, palming and massaging balls an omega would never have. Despite that, the sensation was incomparable.
Pure lighting rushed through his touch, prickles of static that radiated to the base of his spine. “All this noise over nothing? I’m only beginning.”
Virion tensed his core, holding back to make the tender sensation last. In truth, it’d been far too long. He couldn’t hold back, not for long at least. Thalmic power rushed through Nemiah’s fingertips and Virion bellowed out a wounded cry of pleasure, everything in his core tightening in controlled spasms, jerking to the tune of one hot streak up his belly after another. “N-Nemiah!”
The way he closed his eyes, face softening as if he heard sweet music, made Virion’s heart swell. His cry of pleasure ended with a whimper that silenced under Nemiah’s deceptively soft lips. “There we go.”
Nemiah’s soothing tone cooed along Virion’s cheek, to his ear, where sharp teeth nipped and nibbled him into limp complacency. “Feel good?” Nemiah swiped a streak of Virion’s cum from his chest and licked at his finger, groaning with appreciation.
“Y-yes.” Virion gasped tenderly as Nemiah rolled him onto his front and gently propped his hips.
Far gentler than the first time he’d been touched by Nemiah, a finger slotted against his tender hole, circling the ample wetness that met the cool air. In his vulnerable position, he trembled and cut off a choked whimper of pleasure as that single finger slid inside him, toying with his wet insides. It was there that the budding slick pooled and dribbled down his thighs. It had to be plentiful for an amorous alpha to take him hard.
The stretch and burn of a second finger followed, sending pulses of hollow pleasure through his half-soft cock. It twitched and dribbled with empty threat, but the recovery period of an omega could be indecently short.
Nemiah’s dark chuckle brought a shudder of pleasure through his chest. “Like a springling, as I said.” A third finger pushed in, stretching Virion in a delicious way that rekindled his erection, making it jerk and twitch to the tune of Nemiah’s gentle motions, opening for him so easily. No beta had taken time to open him so well before. But then again, betas were not known for being enthusiastic lovers to begin with.
Fingers withdrawing, Nemiah leaned in, hot breath dancing over the cool expanse of his ass before lips brushed. “Tell me if I do something you do not like. Otherwise… Do me my utmost pleasure and let me hear your cries.”
Virion hesitated for a moment before Nemiah descended, tongue trailing his ass to delve between his leaking cheeks, lapping along the trail of dripping slick. “What are—” Virion’s voice choked out, replaced by a mewling noise of pleasure that cracked in his throat.
Nemiah dragged his tongue along Virion’s crease, trailing his hole for a bare second before lapping his sensitive opening. Hands grasped on either cheek, Nemiah buried his face, his nose panting hot breath, tongue flicking in and out, sending a spark of pleasure deep into his core, opening up his innermost depths in a way that only rarely happened, his body submitting itself to an alpha.
With a gentle kiss to his sensitive opening, Nemiah pulled back, lips brushing. “Making sure you know how much I care for you.”
“Oh, goddess…” Virion choked as he dipped his back and let instincts take over. He was about to be bred in the way an omega needed. So, when Nemiah pulled away, much to Virion’s mournful whimper, he chuckled and leaned in, guiding his cock to push against his opening.
“Mind your words, she listens.” Nemiah groaned thickly and rolled his hips in gentle motions, pushing the head back and forth against Virion’s hole, always coming almost to the point of penetration. Each delicious stretch made Virion sigh with pleasure and moan with protest.
With careful ease, Nemiah pushed his hips firmly in. Virion’s well-softened hole plied open and took his husband in so greedily. Such a noise Virion had never heard croak free of Nemiah’s voice, halted with a soft hiss. “By her name, I want to fuck you so hard. I’ve wanted to since the moment the king said you could be mine. I sensed the power, how our souls meshed. I want to be the one to tear you apart and build you back up better and stronger.”
“I want that, too.” Unsure as to what he was agreeing to, Virion merely braced his hips, dipped his back, and sucked in a harsh breath when Nemiah’s hips snapped forward so hard he nudged something vital. The sudden impact made Virion cry out in a mixture of startled pain and pleasure. His world went white, vision muting into a bare slit of soft covers clenched in pale fists.
Nemiah rolled his hips slowly at first, building a punishing pace that hammered him up the bed until the headboard rattled and canopy swayed. Every firm stroke of his hips and pistoning motion of his cock drove him higher, made his pleasure increase. Virion choked on a breath, finding his insides clenching and spasming around his alpha’s cock so much more intensely than any other partner he’d ever been with.
“Let go for me. I won’t last too much longer, my Sugarmoth.” Nemiah’s words hissed between his teeth, breath heaving as he thrust into Virion with careless abandon. He snarled until his entire body jerked and froze, a harsh shiver starting in his core so fiercely that Virion could feel it vibrating.
“Can’t… I need.” Virion’s breathy groans croaked free of his throat, strained with his own lust.
As if he could read Virion’s mind, Nemiah’s hand wrapped around, milking over his cock with gentle, firm strokes. Each tug gave him permission and cause, the mind-numbing pleasure overtaking him from the base of his spine into the root of his cock, sparking in his toes and belly.
Every breath drove Virion higher, exhalations coming with shouts, pitch rising into a squeal that satisfied him for the second time that night. The goddess had surely blessed their union, for no beta had given him such pleasure. No touch of his hands, fingers, nor oddly procured vegetables of interesting shapes that he’d never admit to came close. “Nemi—” Virion squeaked but choked on his words as the world whited out and blessed pressure built just beyond his ring.
Nemiah’s pistoning hips locked in, the bulge of his knot filling. The minute leeway it had soon vanished as Virion screamed, and screamed again. The orgasm that rode him as hard as Nemiah did.
The wounded bray of ultimate pleasure that filled the room over his own screams made Virion dip his back, lock into place almost obediently and whimper. Each twitching pulse of seed that funneled into his body left Virion a little weaker, until he relaxed into a near-boneless sprawl.
That should have been the point he pulled out, procured Virion a towel and left wordlessly. It was what he was accustomed to, but Nemiah rode through his orgasm and slowed into gentle rocking motions before draping himself over Virion’s back, panting over his neck. Hot hands took Virion’s and scooped them closer, lacing their fingers. All the while, tender lips plucked apologetic kisses. “Are you hurt, my sweet?”
Virion couldn’t form words but gave a groan somewhere between a no and a whimper.
“Good to hear.” Nemiah rolled his hips and Virion clenched tight around his knot, relishing the foreign sensation. He’d waited entirely too long for it and exhaled, the entirety of his breath a soothing whimper that left him deflated much like a child’s ball at the end of a season. Perhaps Nemiah would prod him and find naught but mush.
But that was okay. His husband was a generous lover, and his last worry slipped away. “A few minutes, please… Then we can go again.”
“Again?” Nemiah’s dark chuckle tugged at the knot within him, giving them both pause to hiss softly. Nemiah gently massaged along Virion’s back and sides, long fingers digging deep into muscles. With careful ease, he pulled Virion flush against him and maneuvered them onto their sides. “Once we’re no longer united, we’ll see.”
Virion held back, shedding a burning tear for the utter joy of what he felt because they’d chosen one another, been chosen for one another, and been blessed by their goddess. The sun no longer held dominion over Virion. He answered only to the moon and his mate.