Chapter 24 Kerik #3
But after a few moments, he pulls back, face shocked.
From his expression and the wild rolling of his eyes, Kerik is sure he did not know about the bubble until he pulled back from the kiss, that for those moments, Perl had allowed Kerik to kiss him like that, like a Master, before all of the Ice Hall.
The thought of that, the idea that Perl was truly so desperate for Kerik that he could not hold himself back from the kiss, makes Kerik’s belly roar with lust.
He leans close. “It’s safe,” he murmurs, “I have hidden us with magic.”
Perl nods, cheeks still flushed even as his expression tightens. Kerik can feel the relief. “Kerik Darekul,” Perl says, voice soft on Kerik’s lips. “The Magician.”
Kerik whispers, “Perl, I saw them, I saw the Bellator. I had a vision. Your father sent it to me.”
Perl’s eyes go wide. “My father?”
Kerik nods. “It was so real. I know it’s true. All you have told me is true. I’m so sorry I doubted you. I’m sorry I thought I ought to use my magic for my own power and wealth. Perl please, forgive me.” Kerik slides onto his knees, looking up at Perl.
“Kerik Darekul…” Perl says, softly. “Truly? You do not want to use magic for yourself? You do not want to grab at power and hoard it?”
“No. And I understand why you fear that a mortal would do that. But I am no ordinary mortal. I am your Magician. I see it all now. How brave you are. How much you have sacrificed for your mission. I will do only as you will me. Perl. I am your thrall. Yours, please say you are mine.”
“I am yours,” Perl says, sliding to his knees beside Kerik. “I am.” They kiss again, so soft and real.
Kerik feels Perl’s words land like a gentle weight.
But there is more he wants. More than this confession, this truth.
He is still roaring with need, the flames of desire still grip him.
He gets to his feet, standing shakily over Perl, looking down at him on his knees, thighs a little spread, the leather of his breeches drawn tight, glossy and black.
Kerik swallows. His whole body is still pounding with desire. “Suck me, thrall.” He moans to say it, even the thought of Perl’s mouth sending bolts of ecstasy through him.
Perl looks up at Kerik. He looks alarmed. They are still in the Ice Hall. Kerik can see the whole of the court through the hazy bubble of magic.
“You can maintain this?” Perl says softly, voice catching with desire but still wary.
Kerik does not wish to wait. He does not want questions. He snarls, “Do not doubt me, faerie. I am your Magician and your Master.”
Perl gasps, clear pleasure on his face. His own desire growing to match Kerik’s magically enhanced need. Kerik growls as Perl shifts, reaching up to grasp Kerik’s bare thighs and lick the length of Kerik’s cock, face flushed with eagerness.
The pleasure, just from that touch of Perl’s tongue is exquisite, as intense as spending. Kerik groans and jolts his hips forward, forcing his cock against Perl’s lips as he grinds out, “Do not tease me, thrall.”
In response, Perl leans forward and swallows Kerik to the root.
He obeys Kerik’s snarled demand, sucking hard.
The flames of desire roar in Kerik’s blood.
He takes hold of Perl by the hair on top of his head and thrusts into Perl’s mouth viciously.
Even more viciously than he had before in their chamber.
Desperate to spend and forcing Perl to choke around Kerik’s cock, deep in his throat.
Kerik fucks Perl’s face, bruisingly hard, chasing his spend like a great storm on the horizon. He can already feel the edges of it, so powerful it's frightening.
Perl is making desperate noises, choking and struggling, eyes watering. It is sweet, Perl’s tear-stained cheeks are so flushed. He is so beautiful like this, obedient as he is being used, spittle leaking from his mouth.
Kerik comes in only a few deep thrusts down Perl’s throat, with a deep groan.
The crazed fog of the flames of desire lifts as he pulls his cock from Perl’s mouth. Perl gasps as he is freed. Kneeling, gazing up at Kerik, dazed, lips still parted.
“I love you,” Kerik says, falling onto his knees before Perl to kiss him, kiss the seed from his lips, again and again. “I love you,” he says. “Everything you told me is true. Everything you’ve done for me is brave. I love you. I love you, faerie.”
He is breathless when he leans back, and Perl says, “Kerik, I…”
Kerik touches Perl’s lips, brushing away a tiny scrap of his spend that somehow escaped all the kissing. “You don’t have to say it back to me.”
“It is customary, I know,” Perl says.
“It is. If you feel the same.”
“And it is not that I do not feel it. But I am fae and we do not simply throw our emotions around like mortals do.”
Kerik laughs. “I suppose that will do.” Because he knows Perl’s heart whether Perl speaks its truth or not.
“So, now what?”
Kerik smiles. “I complete the final test. You ask for Iceheart and I become the most powerful mortal magician that has ever lived. And we return to Azuria, join my brothers and slay Ur-Durik.”
“And what about becoming Duke of Fanost?”
“I’ve never even been to Fanost.”
“Yes you have, you’ve been to Lunatum.”
“I barely remember it.”
“And what about becoming a Great Wizard Emperor with me kneeling at the foot of your throne?”
Kerik bites his lip. “Truly, faerie, when we defeat this demon there are very many places I will have you kneel for me.”