Julen must have felt it, for he said, “Do it! I’m yours. Make me yours.”
Dacias roared. His claws released, and he nuzzled Julen as he released. He then reached down and stroked Julen until he came as well.
Julen turned to putty under Dacias, grasping onto his back, and Dacias reveled in it. He wanted to be closer. He pressed against him and felt the warmth of Julen’s orgasm against his stomach. The top of their love cloud dissipated just as the sun rose.
Warm light spilled over the trees. They breathed heavily against one another as they slowly descended. Dacias lay beside Julen. They looked to the heavens to see the moon and sun side by side.
Julen
Julen turned his gaze from their beloved celestial bodies and fell into the blue pools of Dacias’s eyes. Never had he felt more at peace or more grateful. He had walked through the trenches of hell and finally found paradise—this person, this moment. Julen felt the tether of love, something he had longed for all his life, strengthening between them. It was better than anything Julen could have imagined. Carnufor couldn’t have been more wrong. Love isn’t a weakness. Love is the strongest, most wonderful thing in the universe. It’s worth fighting for…
Because love is what makes life beautiful.
The End