Page 55 of A Soul to Steal

Aleron immediately softened his hold, realising there was more to a male human’s anatomy than just their dick. He hadn’t seen any ‘balls’ last time, likely still tucked away, but he did feel small ovals against his fingers. A new place on Gideon to discover – especially since his reaction informed him they were sensitive.

Sensitive good, he hoped.

“Better?” he hummed out, refusing to move his hand.

He ground his still-hardened cock against Gideon’s pretty back, wishing it had slipped under his shirt so he could have direct contact with him. Aleron’s cock remained lubricated, and no matter how much air it was exposed to, it never dried. He’d successfully wetted the back of the shirt.

“This is so embarrassing. I feel like a teenager getting caught by a parent.” The back of Gideon’s head bumped against hischest as he turned his gaze upwards. “How can you still be hard after that?”

Was he supposed to be embarrassed? He didn’t much care that they’d been ‘caught,’ only that they couldn’t continue.

“I said follow,” Weldir commanded, much more sternly than before. No longer within sight, his voice wrapped around them as though he spoke from everywhere.

“Let’s go,” Gideon grumbled, stepping forward. “I don’t really want to see what happens when a demi-god is pissed off in his own realm.”

Aleron huffed and stepped after him, refusing to let his prey leave the blanket of his wing.

Despite everything, joy did tingle his spine and ruffle his tail feathers.

Gideon desires me.His orbs shifted to a much brighter pink than usual.

I am not alone in these tender feelings.

Aleron kept Gideon close as they stepped into sunlight and greeted Weldir. Waiting for them in the clearing just beyond the mouth of the cave, the spirit of the void’s expression was too blurry within his mist to make out.

It hadn’t taken Aleron long to realise the title Weldir went by to be a grossly incorrect statement. They’d assumed his realm would be dark, like his mist within the Veil. Examining him in the brightness of the world he’d created, he could have been called the spirit of the everlasting day.

Rather cranky with his creator, he doubted his annoyance would fade. His erection had softened, though.

“I’m surprised to see this human still with you, little one,” Weldir stated once they were close.

Little one. Weldir always called him and the other Mavka that. It was odd to be called something small, when currently Aleron stood near the same height as him, only half a foot shorter. It’d made more sense before, when he’d walked on all fours.

Aleron gave a growly huff and turned his head to the side dismissively. His claws sunk deeper into Gideon’s arms, not in a way that was hurtful – he hoped – but securely.

He didn’t know if Weldir intended to rip the male from him, but he wouldn’t allow it.

“I slumber in order to recuperate my power, and nearly a month later I find you attached to him.” He lifted an arm to give what appeared to be a half-hearted shrug. “In a place you should not have been, no less.”

“A month?” Gideon’s low voice held a wisp of surprise. “That’s...” He brought a hand up to swipe his fingers through his hair. “That’s how long we’ve been here together? Fuck, it feels like it’s been forever.”

Really?Aleron hummed.

He’d thought it’d been less than that. Then again, he’d already lived for quite a few years, so this passing of time felt minuscule for him. He didn’t know how to count, but he’d seen the seasons repeat many times.

The balm of summer evolving into the wilt of autumn, only for the frost to whiten the world. Then spring would come, popping colours that danced on cool breezes. He’d always liked spring.

Spring brought comfort after the cold and dreariness of winter. It brought life and pleasantness.

He tilted his head down to Gideon.He reminds me of spring.

Then again, the human also reminded him of a tree with his brown hair and green eyes. He was as stubborn, unmoving, and strong as one, annoyingly so. The idea almost made him chuckle.

Gideon, the tree.

“I guess it does not matter. Whatever makes my child happy within this world,” Weldir stated, breaking Aleron out of his ridiculous musings.

If that was his creator’s way of stating his approval, it hadn’t been needed. Aleron had no qualms about his choice, whether Weldir approved or not – and he wouldn’t be moved from it. He didn’t care what anyone thought, so long as Gideon remained by his side.

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