Page 62 of Beyond the Ruby River
Mahu blinked slowly, drinking the image in. Daka grinned at him. Mahu smiled back, fingers stroking one elegant black horn.
Mahu took ages these days to catch his breath after exertion, but if Daka minded, he didn’t show it. The incubus settled contentedly between Mahu’s legs, head pillowed on his belly next to his softening cock, staring at his seed like it was paining him not to lick it up. Maybe it was. Mahu chuckled.
“I thought we could use it,” Mahu explained. “For you. Between my thighs? If you like.”
“Oh.” Daka’s questioning gaze cleared to understanding, and his devilish grin returned. “Excellent idea, Mahu. Yes. Now?”
“Now,” Mahu’s voice came out breathy in anticipation.
Daka pressed a kiss to Mahu’s hipbone, gathered the seed on his fingertips, and maneuvered them onto their sides.
With Daka behind him, Mahu bent his knees and pressed his ass back against Daka’s groin. Daka thrust, cock wedged between his cheeks, the shaft teasing the sensitive skin around his hole.
“Or you could fill me,” Mahu suggested because now that they were in position, he longed for penetration. He didn’t care they had no oil; his seed could slick the way well enough. Probably.
“Dearest, we aren’t prepared for that.” Daka licked a stripe up his spine. “Next time, I promise.”
Next time, thought Mahu sadly, knowing there may not be a next time but refusing to dwell on it. Not when Daka was palming his own cock, coating it with Mahu’s release. Daka slid his shaft between Mahu’s closed thighs. The tip nudged his balls, the length rubbing past them as Daka rocked against Mahu’s body.
They found a rhythm together, Daka wrapped tightly around Mahu, Mahu holding Daka’s arms against his chest.
Daka’s tail came around to cradle Mahu’s soft cock in its curled embrace. He’d go again if he could, but his body was already spent. Still, it felt amazing to be so enveloped, touched everywhere at once.
Mahu clenched his thighs together, making a tight channel for Daka to thrust between.
Daka dug his teeth into the thick muscle of Mahu’s back, almost as if he wanted blood. Mahu had asked him about it before, such was the habit and force of his bite as to demand the question. Daka insisted it wasn’t blood he was after; he just craved the feeling of Mahu’s flesh between his teeth. Mahu craved it too, the tingling press of incisors on his skin, the moan he could feel straight through to the muscles beneath. He’d have given up his blood if Daka had asked for it, but he never did.
Shuddering, Daka’s rhythm faltered as his climax overtook him. With a last desperate push of his hips he spilled between Mahu’s thighs. Mahu felt the surge of it along every nerve of his skin, the wet, hot splatter on his flesh, the teeth at his back.
Together they relaxed with each passing breath. Daka’s heartbeat against Mahu’s spine, racing at first, then slowing to a comforting steady rhythm as they settled.
Already Mahu could feel the next coughing spell coming on, but he fought it back by sheer force of will. This was too nice a moment to be ruined with sickness.
Behind him, Daka shook and drew a gasping breath.
Then a guttural sob broke through the peaceful silence.
Mahu struggled to turn over in Daka’s embrace, to face him and soothe his sorrow.
Tears spilled from Daka’s eyes down his flushed cheeks. “I can’t lose this, I can’t. I can’t lose you, Mahu,” he wailed.
Daka’s sorrow shattered Mahu’s heart. He stroked Daka’s smooth hair. “Shh, Nedjes. I’m right here.”
“But you won’t be for long.” Daka’s hands clenched Mahu’s shoulders painfully tight. “Not for forever. I need you forever.”
Kissing the tears from Daka’s face, Mahu’s resolve waivered. A part of him longed to stay with Daka forever too. And Daka thought it was possible, he had a plan, knew a vampire…
But it wasn’t meant to be.
Mahu caught his watery gaze. “You have me now.”
“It’s not enough,” said Daka, stubborn and heartfelt, as he melted into Mahu’s arms.
Perhaps it wasn’t.
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