Chapter 8
KORMAC/TITUS
I tried, I really did. But every time I spoke more than his name, the connection to Valance faded.
Fucking hellpiss!
Regardless, I tried again and again until he stopped hearing me, the man and woman sleeping beneath those shelters waking up as the sun came up.
“Valance!” I cried, tempted to yank the desk crystal out and scream into it until my voice shook the realm of Faerie.
Something strange happened then, something completely mystifying to an angelus.
A tear rolled down my left cheek. An actual hot tear as my heart ached. Then another, a third, a fourth until liquid dripped off my chin.
Heartache and tears?
I really was changed beyond repair.
Valance.
He wouldn’t leave my mind.
Valance.
How incredible he’d looked there in the clearing.
Valance.
My prince.
Alone in my room, moonlight spilling across the glass floor and my hard body, I looked down at myself. At my impending hardness, at this new change in my body. My decorative cock ached at first, a painful throb as the glass let out a series of strange cracking sounds.
I went to touch it, holding back as a flush of green and blue light ignited the shaft and the balls.
A laugh burst from my lips as I watched it grow, the pain giving way to throbbing lust. My cock was a light in the darkness, sticking outward as it had done many times as Kormac, ready for stroking.
“Hello,” I greeted it, feeling utterly ridiculous.
Tentatively, I reached down to touch it. My glassy fingers lightly connected to the glass shaft. A thousand licks of pleasure ran up and down my spine.
With my other hand, I reached for my balls. Cupped the hard glass, kneading them as I liked to do when alone on my pallet on cold Autumn nights, thinking of warmer climes and hotter bedrooms.
Kormac’s pallet…
My pallet…
I tried a stroke, curling my hands around the shaft and gently pulling back the foreskin. A strange sight. No skin rolled because there was no flesh, yet it felt just like a tug on my cock, a kneading of my balls, and the same moan came out of me as part of this self-pleasure.
I glanced at the door. Should I continue? If Olivia or Marcus walked in, they would be horrified. An angelus using his body like this? How awful. How wrong. They’d undo me again, try something else to cleanse me of my Kormac life.
The risk didn’t stop me. I stroked myself, needing more, hungry for the climax. Especially when I thought of him, my beautiful prince. His lustrous silver hair, his pale flesh, how incredible it felt to bury my fleshy Kormac cock inside him and listen to his breath flutter as I plowed into him.
My strokes were harder, faster, more desperate. I grunted, playing with my glass balls as I took myself closer to the edge.
Valance.
Valance.
Valance.
This was for him, for me. A prelude. I would use my cock with him again. Touch every inch of his skin, let him touch me. No glass, but flesh and desire, lost in each other and the pleasure of our joining bodies.
I’m coming, Valance.
I’m coming.
I swallowed a cry, my glass balls a strange blend of pain and vibrations I recalled from the many times I did this as Kormac—by my own hand or by someone else’s.
Shards of glittering glass exploded from the tip of my cock, tiny little particles littering the floor like the crystal’s glitter.
They scattered, rang out in a series of clinking, pretty sounds.
“By the gods!” I declared.
Pleasure. Incredible, strange pleasure for this body.
A knock at my door.
Fuck.
“Titus?” Olivia called from the other side. “Are you okay?”
“One moment!”
Gods! The glass seed was everywhere. How could I clean it in time? If I didn’t open the door, she’d come in. There were no secrets, after all. She had no reason not to come in because Titus would not be up to anything like this.
Never.
Never.
Never.
I hurried to the door, pulling it open, and quickly slipping out.
I bumped into her. She staggered backward, letting out a surprised yelp.
“Titus? What’s wrong?” She gathered herself, taking me by the shoulders.
“Nothing,” I replied a little too loudly.
She leaned to the side, looking at my door. “Are you sure?”
“I’m very sure. I just needed to take a break from the party.”
Eyes back to me. “Oh. Is it too much for you?”
“No.”
“I’m so sorry. We should’ve waited, given you time. You’re still adjusting. I—”
I cupped her chin, silencing her with my familiar Titus move. “I love my party, Olivia. Please don’t worry. I’m fine. I’m so happy.”
“Are you sure?” she asked softly.
“Yes. Really.” A crystal burst behind us. She spun to giggle at it, releasing me.
“As long as you are,” she added.
“Come on, let’s go back and dance.”
I took her hand, running through the corridors back to the ballroom with heat in my groin, hungry for more of it.