Page 26 of Beyond the Ruby River
Climax rose from the depths to the surface in a blaze of tremors. Daka came on Mahu’s eager tongue, his body quaking, curling in on himself with the intensity. Daka gripped Mahu’s head between his palms, fingers clenching his soft hair, keeping him in place, but still, as he panted through rippling waves of euphoria.
Mahu eased his grip on Daka’s thighs and petted him as the shaking muscles began to calm. Their thumping heartbeats were the only sound in the warm quiet between them. The scent of their lovemaking bloomed in the air of the cozy bedroom. Soft linen had warmed beneath Daka’s back.
“Mahu.” The name felt right as it left Daka’s mouth. Like he’d been waiting his whole life to call that name.
Releasing Daka’s cock to lie against his belly, Mahu placed tender kisses along the shaft. The soft touches had Daka arching for more.
Daka shuffled to sit, took Mahu by the shoulders and urged him over, guiding him up the bed and onto his back. Mahu let Daka maneuver him with a sweet smile and an appreciative appraisal, his gaze roaming Daka from head to toe.
Settling over Mahu, straddling his thighs, Daka leaned down to kiss him. Kissing Mahu was a full-body experience. Though only their mouths moved, Daka felt the gentle caress in each muscle as he relaxed into the sensation.
Their sweaty skin pressed together, bellies and chests becoming better acquainted with each passing breath. Mahu’s hard, muscular body softened as they melted. The urge to become one again swelled along with Mahu’s cock.
Daka studied Mahu’s eyes. Clear and bright, they met his gaze warmly.
“Slowly this time, don’t you think?” Daka reached behind him to align Mahu’s shaft to his entrance.
Mahu blinked. His lips parted. A soft sigh escaped as Daka sank onto his length.
“Oh,” moaned Daka, unwilling to break their stare. “You’re perfect in me, Mahu.”
Mahu’s pupils dilated. Daka used his muscles to hug the rod inside him so he could witness the fluttering of Mahu’s lids, the panting of his breath at the pleasure Daka bestowed.
“Yes, slowly,” said Mahu, his voice thick with lust. “Watching you move is mesmerizing. You’re—”
An incubus, thought Daka sadly. He hoped Mahu would still like him when he knew. Daka had to trust that he would.
“—gorgeous like this,” Mahu finished, his gaze never wavering.
Daka sat upright, bottoming out, his ass on Mahu’s hips. He undulated so Mahu could watch, little circles, back and forth, gripping the prize in his channel with trembling muscles.
Mahu’s hands settled hot on his waist. Daka gripped his forearms. Locked together, they began a sensual dance, moving as one.
It was leisurely this round. An indulgent pace. A steady, titillating build. An erotic celebration of how well their bodies could please each other. A generous experiment in eye contact. Daka couldn’t look away. Mahu’s face, when taken with bliss, was a sight to behold, and Daka wouldn’t miss a single moment. His eyes glimmered, brown with flecks of red.
Though Daka’s thirst had been quenched, his hunger for Mahu only expanded. He fought to keep his tail and horns hidden behind the glamour, a simple trick for most incubi, but a test for a half-breed. His whole body longed to be on display for Mahu, and Mahu only. He’d never felt such a struggle to hide himself before.
Beneath Daka’s questing hands, the muscles of Mahu’s chest flexed. A strong man, his bulging pectorals made for a solid handful. Daka stroked the pert brown nipples, and when Mahu arched into the touch, he pinched them.
Mahu gasped at the attention. “More.”
The word sent heat racing through Daka’s spine. He took the nubs between fingers and rolled gently. When Mahu moaned, he added pressure.
Daka let his body conduct the swelling culmination, each note rising and falling as the next amplified the crescendo. As his physical form took over, his mind was left free to savor the experience. Mahu under him, thrusting into him, the perfect ridges of his abdomen flexing as he gave of himself. The fullness, the stretch of it, the heat of Mahu’s seed inside him.
Mahu cried out as he came.
Daka basked in the overwhelming satisfaction of feeding again, so soon after the first time, of taking Mahu’s energy into himself and filling his belly with the swirling essence.
Nearly too much and yet never enough.
Daka would crave Mahu always.
Mahu took over as Daka floated. Stripping off their sandals, rinsing his feet, washing his body with a soft wet cloth, offering him water to drink. Such a caring lover.
Mahu climbed back into bed, and Daka sank against his chest, into his loving arms, letting himself be maneuvered into a cozy snuggle at his side. Embracing the tipsy sensation brought on by overindulgence, Daka cuddled close and tangled their legs together.
Mahu tugged a blanket over them. “You’re quite the spitfire in bed, Nedjes.”
