Aris shuddered and pushed back against Faust’s fingers with a groan, his wings fluttering. The deity made a guttural sound in the back of his throat. “Yes.”
Faust kissed Aris’s temple and withdrew his hands, smirking at the whine he received. “Undress,” Faust ordered.
Aris scrambled to fulfill the order, wings flickering out of existence in a sharp flash. He tossed his clothes and armor to the floor in haste but remained hunched in a shy manner.
Faust undressed at a much slower pace, putting on a show for his deity. Aris’s eyes watched his every move. Faust still wore light bandages, but he kept his posture graceful.
Aris swallowed slowly, his eyes on Faust’s cock. He brought his gaze back up to Faust’s and his face reddened.
Faust flicked his eyes to Aris and then the bed. A laugh spilled from Faust’s lips at how eagerly Aris jumped on the bed.
Aris fell into the plush pillows with a burst of wind, his hair fanned out against them.
Faust moved the silk drapes and crawled on the bed slowly, leaning over his deity. He ran his hands over Aris’s chest, amused at how fast Aris’s heart beat beneath his fingertips.
Aris placed his legs on either side of Faust’s hips and stared at Faust, a shy smile on his lips.
Faust returned the warm smile and kissed Aris. “Relax,” he urged and lifted Aris’s hips.
Aris nodded and gripped at the pillows.
Faust dipped his fingers into the oil, aware Aris’s gaze didn’t leave his motions. He ran oiled fingers over Aris’s hard cock. “You are so eager.”
Aris quivered. “Only for you.”
“Good,” Faust said and kissed Aris. He worked his fingers down to Aris’s backside while he had him distracted and teased before he eased a slicked finger inside.
Aris jerked and grabbed the pillows tightly.
Faust kissed every part of Aris he could reach with his lips, easing Aris to the intrusion. He waited only a bit longer and thrust his finger until he could slide in a second. Aris arched off the bed, seemingly unaware of the lewd sounds he made now. Their magic danced back and forth, and Aris’s deity marking flickered and pulsed along with it.
Faust groaned at the sight. Aris was arched so gracefully, beyond divine, like the deity he was. Faust moved his fingers in an even rhythm, wanting Aris good and ready for him. He didn’t want to hurt him. He kissed Aris’s arched neck and left small markings behind. “You do not need to be embarrassed,” Faust reminded.
Aris bit his lip, but nodded, breathing deep. He caressed Faust’s chest, closing his eyes.
Aris’s touch to his chest drove Faust mad. Aris’s breathing hitched, and Faust removed his fingers, leaning back. “Aris,” he called.
The deity cracked his eyes open and reached for Faust’s shoulders. “I am yours,” Aris said. “Please, my king.”
Lust swirled in Faust’s stomach, and he raised Aris’s hips and entered with a slow thrust. He moaned low at the sensation of their magic mixing. It sang like it was returning home. With Ignas, it had been his warmth, but with Aris, it was much more than that. It was far stronger and intoxicating, like fresh rain in a light breeze. He kissed Aris, basking in the moment, happy with the small breather. Aris touched his chest, and Faust rested his forehead over Aris’s marking. He could not hold back any longer.
The pace was quick, passionate, and loud. They relished in each other’s every movement, sound, and brush of magic. Aris kept his hands on Faust’s chest as if he could will his mark to appear. Faust held Aris taut against him when they both reached their peak.
Faust collapsed over Aris, kissing Aris’s deity mark. “Aris, my Aris.”
Aris smiled lethargically. “My High King,” he said and ran his hands over Faust’s chest and shoulders.
Faust groaned at the title. He could not wait to be crowned. Faust rolled to his side and pulled the deity against his chest.
Aris frowned. “It didn’t work.”
“We will figure it out.” Faust kissed the back of Aris’s hand. “Perhaps, it requires more than one time?”
Aris’s lips twitched into a smile. He pushed Faust on his back gently, straddling his hips.
Faust brushed Aris’s forehead marking. It pulsed in response, giving Aris’s nerves away. “What shall we do?”
“K-Keep going.”
“As you wish, my brave knight.”
Chapter Fifty-Six
Faust sighed. Yet again, he was stuck in a vision, but this time it was different—Linos stared at him with a smile. Faust could see Linos clearly, and the deity looked at him with a strange sense of familiarity.
Linos was the same height as Aris, cute and petite, but his demeanor wasn’t even close to Aris’s. This Linos was lax, and nothing suggested he was a fighter. His blue tunic was short, and he wore heeled boots. Fine jewelry looped around his head and a sheer caplet rested on his shoulders. Faust hadn’t expected Linos to appear so vulnerable.
Faust cocked his head to the side, and the deity laughed at him. It was strange. None of his other visions interacted with him in such a way; he was always an observer.
“Linos?” Faust asked.
The deity beamed and took Faust’s hand.
The scenery changed faster than Faust would have liked, and when his vision cleared, he was once again staring into a forest he recognized. This was the same place he’d seen the ruins.
Linos pointed to the distance.
Faust squinted. “You want me to go to Whitrose?”
Linos took Faust’s hand once more, and wings flickered to life behind him.
A rush of power flooded Faust, and he, too, took to the sky with Linos. Wind rushed by him, and he fell, his breath caught in his throat. Faust closed his eyes tight.
Sky blue touched his mind, and Faust cracked his eyes open. He was floating above a different castle. This one was far more open, with tall columns and marble, but it still carried brick walls like the ones in Alios, they were just a lighter stone. This was the Kingdom of Windilum’s capital, Arkney.
Linos floated beside Faust. He pointed to the entrance of the castle. A single red flame flickered and disappeared. Linos turned to Faust once more and touched his own chest with a smile, motioning to the flame.
Faust frowned at the pain laced in Linos’s smile. “Do you want me to find Commandant Vasil? Does he need my help?”
Linos nodded.
Faust reached out to Linos. “I will.”
Linos sprung up with bright laughter and flung himself at Faust.
Faust caught him, surprised at the weight. He was dreaming, right?
Gold swirled around, off to his left, and Linos tensed in his arms.
It swallowed them.
Faust grew disoriented and clung to Linos in the chaos that surrounded them. The wind was dark and heavy, not at all friendly.
Linos nudged Faust’s face and pointed up when Faust locked eyes with him. Two figures in black armor with gold flickering in bright flashes stood in a black cloud. They wavered into a mass of black with gold flashes across it, and the longer he stared, the more alarm he felt. Fear paralyzed Faust in place, and his knees grew weak.
The black cloud charged at him.
Sky blue seared his vision, dispersing the vile chaos.
Linos whispered in his ears.