Page 68 of The Vampire King's Victory

He felt Balthazar’s need to be filled. He wanted to do that filling. He wanted to feel their bodies snick together and be connected just as their minds were. Christian reached down and slicked his hand as much as he could with the precum that was flowing from the slit. He ran that hand up and down his length. He had to stop for a moment as he nearly came right then all over Balthazar’s upraised ass. But he squeezed the base of his cock until the urge passed.

Christian leaned down and licked Balthazar’s asshole greedily, making it wet, too. Then he lined up his cock and gripped his Master’s hips. Balthazar was already pressing back against him as Christian was thrusting in. He was fully seated inside of his Master. He breathed. Balthazar breathed. Their hearts seemed to restart up at the same time.

There was heat and tightness. His cock was completely encased in Balthazar’s body. Christian felt himself pierced to the core, too, as he experienced this lovemaking from both his side and Balthazar’s.

He wrapped his arms around Balthazar’s taut waist. His fingers flexed over the muscles of his Master’s belly. Those muscles jumped. His hands slid up to Balthazar’s nipples. He tweaked them as he kissed the top of Balthazar’s left shoulder.

Then they began to move.

It was an unending loop of pleasure. Push and pull. Thrust and receive. Pierce and stretch. Heat. Friction. Blood on his tongue and trailing down his throat. The suck of blood from his body. Sustaining. Nourishing. Loving his fledgling. Loving his Master.

Christian pulled his hips back and thrust them back in. He drew up Balthazar’s left leg so he could get deeper inside of his Master’s body. He pushed and ground until his balls were pressing against Balthazar’s opening. Part of him wanted to be fully inside of Balthazar. Another part of him felt he already was. Their minds were meshed together.

Christian knew to reach between Balthazar’s legs and stroke his cock. The right rhythm that had his Master panting and whining. He knew to swipe his thumb over the tip and open the slit to encourage more of the salty, earthy precum. He brought his slick fingers to Balthazar’s mouth and his Master eagerly sucked his own cum off of Christian’s fingers.

Christian pounded inside of Balthazar. Short, quick, fierce thrusts that jolted Balthazar’s body and sent vibrations through his own. Every time he thrust fully in, Balthazar bore down on his cock and it felt like the entire length of his penis was being massaged. Christian gasped and curled himself over Balthazar and bit deeply into his Master’s shoulder again.

Blood as thick and sweet as honey rolled down his throat, but some spilled over his chin. Balthazar turned his head and they kissed. His Master licked his own blood from Christian’s lips then lightly dragged a fang over Christian’s tongue to add his own. He sucked eagerly on Christian’s tongue and lapped at every part of his mouth.

Christian’s thrust became mere pulses of his hips as Balthazar’s body would not let him go. Not that he wanted to be released. He was urging Balthazar to keep him inside. The final thrust had Christian gasping as heat just exploded in his groin.He pushed fully in and rotated his hips as he pressed himself as close to Balthazar as possible.

His cock swelled inside of Balthazar. Christian could feel it happening. Even as Balthazar’s cock jerked in his hands. He felt the splash of cum along his palms even as he spilled his seed deep inside of Balthazar’s willing and eager body.

Christian let out a shout. It was devoured by Balthazar’s mouth on his. Swallowing it down. Both their bodies shuddered and collapsed onto the bed. Christian curled around the bigger body, rather like a limpet. Balthazar linked their fingers together and pulled Christian as close to him as possible.

They breathed.

Sweat curled the hair on the back of Balthazar’s head. Christian found himself kissing the warm, slick skin beneath those curls. Balthazar rubbed an infinity symbol on the back of their clasped hands.

It was utterly peaceful.

“You know,” Christian said, his voice heavy with sleep and sated desire. “You don’t need to worry about the other Kalys.”

“I don’t?” Balthazar sounded amused.

“No, I haven’t just been in your head tonight,” Christian breathed across Balthazar’s shoulder blades. “I’ve been in yoursoul. And the other Kalys have gotnothingon you.”

RETURN

The next night…

Caemorn swept down the streets of Nightvallen towards the Kaly Palace. Balthazar prattled on beside him. Christian was quiet, but smiling happily. He didn’t seem to mind the chatter. In a way, it was a relief that Balthazar never expected anyone else to talk. It allowed Caemorn to collect his thoughts and mentally prepare for bringing back the Harrows. Their soul gems were in his front pocket.

Many Kaly Vampires had arrived in Nightvallen the evening before, but they had found the Kaly Palace closed and locked to them. No one had been able to get in. Caemorn could already see Lissette, hands on childish hips, watching him, Balthazar and Christian approach.

“You really did lock them out!” Balthazar sounded delighted.

Obviously, making love with Christian and a peaceful rest had put him in a very good mood. Caemorn had actually rested quite nicely in his rooms as well. Nightvallen was restful.

“I did. There are traps in the palace,” Caemorn answered.

“Really? You wanted toprotectthem from those pesky traps, did you?” Balthazar’s lips twitched.

“Well…”

“You just wanted to assert your dominance, Caemorn!” Balthazar chuckled happily. “Are you going to tell them you’re Kaly?”

“Yes.”

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