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  “Sebastian, don’t be afraid.”

  Zander kept eye contact with Sebastian through the mirror as he slowly started to caress his neck with light, feathery kisses. He ran his tongue slowly over the same area and put both his hands on Sebastian’s hips, pulling the buckle of his pants and pushing them down his thighs to let them pool at his ankles on the floor.

  They both stood naked, starting at each other through the mirror.

  “Sebastian, turn around and face me,” Zander breathed into his ear. When he turned, the frenzy began. As their mouths crushed against each other’s, Sebastian ran his fingers through Zander’s black hair and pulled him close as he cupped his face. Trying to gain some sort of friction, both men’s hips grinded against each other until Zander pulled back, taking Sebastian by the hand. Still locked in the heated embrace, Zander led Sebastian back to his bed and gently pushed him onto the mattress.

  Leaning over Sebastian, Zander stopped kissing him and lightly kissed and flicked his tongue over the outer shell of his ear before nipping at his ear lobe. Sebastian moaned at the contact and shivered when Zander whispered, “Your moan is so fucking sexy.”

  He continued teasing Sebastian, whose body was already excited. Zander’s tongue licked over the contours of Sebastian’s collarbone as his fingers tweaked at his nipples. Soon his tongue had traced down to Sebastian’s erect nipple. Taking the left one in his mouth, he swirled lazily over it, lapping and sucking.

  Sebastian’s body arched when Zander’s teeth grazed one nipple as his fingers toyed with his other one, making him moan again, this time louder. Zander growled in response, and his tongue continued on its exploration of Sebastian’s body. The sharp, yet utterly erotic sensation of fangs against skin sent jolts of pleasure through his body. Zander’s tongue and fangs circled Sebastian’s belly button, kissing and licking the area before he adjusted Sebastian’s already gelatin-like legs, cupping his own arms underneath them, to pull him down the bed towards the mattress edge.

  Once Sebastian was in place, Zander focussed on his lower body. Starting at his kneecap, Zander kissed and ran his tongue and fangs upwards until he met Sebastian’s aching hard cock. Deliberately not touching his shaft or balls, Zander moved back down his body and repeated his caresses and teasing with Sebastian’s other leg.

  Sebastian had never experienced such intense feelings before and was helpless beneath Zander as he attended to him.

  Once Zander had decided he had finished teasing with Sebastian, he positioned himself between his legs and looked him straight in the eyes. After a lingering moment, he winked then lowered his head and took Sebastian’s thick cock into his mouth.

  Sebastian’s legs trembled and his body arched off the bed as Zander’s tongue licked lightly over the head of his cock. Zander started to slowly suck him down, and his eyes flashed wickedly as he seen Sebastian writhing beneath him.

  Sebastian thought he was about to shoot his load the very moment Zander started to suck on him. His breathing intensified and he was clutching the sheets.

  Zander took one of Sebastian’s legs and hooked it over his shoulder before taking one of his hands and intertwining their fingers together. He started to suck harder and faster and Sebastian could feel his balls tighten.

  When Sebastian was about to come, Zander released him from his mouth and bit the vein in his inner thigh.

  Fuck! Never have I felt an orgasm like this is my life! Sebastian thought as pure and utter euphoria filled his whole body. He felt alive and every nerve ending was tingling as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through his veins. His back was arched completely off the bed, with Zander was still attached to his inner thigh, drinking greedily. Jet after jet of hot cum sputtered over Sebastian’s stomach. His breathing was laboured, and he thought he saw fucking stars, before he slowly started to come down from his high.

  Zander removed his fangs from Sebastian’s inner thigh and slowly crawled up his body. As he reached his stomach, he lapped at the cum that covered him, mewling in pleasure as he tasted him. Zander resumed kissing and licking Sebastian as he started to move back up his body.

  Sebastian pulled Zander up, desperate to feel his lips on his. He attacked Zander’s mouth hard and tasted the mixture of saliva and his own cum on his tongue.

  Zander was laying flush against Sebastian’s body and his solid dick pressed against his stomach. He felt Sebastian wrapping his legs around his waist and pulling him in as close as they could get. His hands were tangled in Sebastian’s hair as they gyrated against one another. “Turn around, Sebastian, and hold onto the headboard. I need to be inside you,” Zander breathed into Sebastian’s mouth.

  Sebastian missed the contact as soon as they parted. Taking up the position he had been told him to, he felt Zander tracing patterns starting at the tip of his neck. As Sebastian held onto the headboard, Zander placed his own hands on top of them, taking his time to kiss down his neck, along his shoulders and down and up his spine.

  “You ready, gorgeous?”

  Sebastian felt Zander enter him slowly, and the sensations consumed him all over again. Gripping the headboard tightly, he felt Zander start to quicken his pace, filling him... stretching him. Zander gripped his left hip and moved his other hand to Sebastian’s cock as he began thrusting powerfully from behind and stroking his cock in a perfect rhythm.

  Sebastian felt a sharp sting at the jugular vein in his neck, followed by a pulling sensation. That was when onslaught happened. He felt Zander’s body tense as he roared out “Mine!”

  The feeling of euphoria that Sebastian felt was more intense than the last time, and he came hard, feeling Zander filling him up. His body trembled as Zander’s hand milked his cock.

  Zander kissed all the way down Sebastian’s spine, whispering in his ear how fucking hot that was. Once they had both came down from the high and gained their breaths, Sebastian was transfixed. Zander was lying in his bed propped up with pillows, the sheets stopping at his stomach. He was beautiful, and his amethyst eyes glowed.

  Vampires are far more tender lovers than I was led to believe, Sebastian thought to himself as Zander said, “C’mere, let me hold you...”

  Zander pulled him close. “Sebastian, tonight was only a taste of the heights I can take you to. I have bonded with you. You can’t leave me, I’m aware you know I’m a vampire, and once my species is bonded, I will travel the ends of the Realm to find you. I want to be your lover and your Ch’taren.” Seeing the confusion in Sebastian’s face, he explained, “Ch’taren is my kind’s term for Dominant.”

  Sebastian had fallen hard tonight, but he wasn’t sure if he was ready to Zysaga, ready to submit. He started to think about his future and if he and Zander had one together.

  “Sebastian, stop overthinking. If you want, I’ll give you eternity, but let’s take this slowly. Let us get to know each other, and I’ll train you to be the best Zysagian that ever graced the Realm. And before you ask, yes, Sebastian, I can read minds.” Zander ran a soothing hand over his arm.

  “Yes my Ch’taren...I submit,” Sebastian said sleepily as his heavy eyelids started to close.

  Chapter Seven

  Paradise Lost

  Fairy elves,

  Whose midnight revels, by a forest side

  Or fountain, some belated peasant sees,

  Or dreams he sees, while overhead the moon

  Sits arbitress.”

  —John Milton,

  Dark Cavities was full of the hustle and bustle of people letting their hair down and losing their inhibitions as the heady combination of alcohol and music coursed through their veins. One of Puck’s oldest friends, A’chula the Kelpie, more commonly known as a ‘water spirit,’ was in the club and had been guaranteed a good time by her enamel-loving friend.

  Usually, A’chula enjoyed being treated to the VIP trappings that Dark Cavities offered her on her usual visits. Tonight she just wanted to be one of the anonymous clubbers, one of the crowd that seem
ed to move together in an erotic swarm of sweat and lust. She could sense the presence of incubus in the club tonight, and that always made for a hot and sweaty night

  Puck made his way over to A’chula, blinking deliberately in the direction of the crowds to glamour them with his fairydust. Spinning A’chula around and gripping her by the hips, he grinned. “Long time, no see Akka. Have you missed me?”

  “Always,” A’chula answered with a broad smile at being called her nickname. She wrapped her arms around Puck’s neck.

  Puck ordered a booth emptied, and once the waitress had cleaned it of patrons, Puck and A’chula sat down. He ordered them both a ‘fishbowl’ cocktail. A’chula laughed when she seen it arrive. The cocktail was served in a big bowl, filled with cream, honeyed syrup and ice, and finished off with two straws and lollipops floating on the top. For the fae, it was an explosive, intoxicating mix.

  “Are you trying to get me drunk, Puck?” A’chula laughed as she picked a straw in her delicate fingers and leaned over the bowl to suck.

  “Always.” Puck used her answer from earlier. His ivory-coloured eyes glistened as he gave her a wickedly sinful grin and took the other straw between his lips. “I’ve something to show you later, if you’re a good girl.”

  A’chula looked up, still leaning over the bowl and mid-suck. Her eyebrows raised in query. Puck answered the silent question with a raucous laugh that filtered through the air and anyone that heard it was unable to stop themselves from joining in, such was the way with his talents. Transference of mood and emotion was something of a speciality of his bloodline.

  Smacking her lips, A’chula pouted and sat up, a little unsteadily, as she regarded her friend. “Don’t be a mean Pucker…What is it you want to show me?” Then she narrowed her eyes as a wry grin formed on her lips. “It’s not your pant-pocket elephant impression again, is it?”

  Puck threw back his head laughing as he slammed his palm down on the table, making the now-empty bowl jump. “No, nothing like that. Come!” He got up, holding his hand out to her.

  “Last time you said that to me, I was on my knees in….”

  Puck led her through the crowd of revellers, her conversation lost among the music and laughter. Without warning, Puck came to a halt and turned his head, smiling down at her.

  “Look!” He held his arm out and pointed in front of him.

  A’chula’s eyes followed his arm to see….a pole in the middle of the dance floor raised up on a small stage. She laughed.

  “For me?” Her eyes settled on a beautiful five-foot-nine inch, blonde-haired, blue-eyed and all-legs banshee who had elegantly walked her way around the pole. Giving Puck and then A’chula a playful wink, she mounted the middle of the pole, hooking her left leg around it, her ankle securing her leg in place as she started to move in a circle. She was twisting her body to begin with and her hands gripped the pole as she crossed both legs around it. Her ankles locked over each other and her hips moved her body round. Her back arched as her head fell back.

  Puck had wrapped his arms around A’chula’s shoulders and was nuzzling his face into her hair as she watched the banshee, transfixed. The lights and music seemed to emphasise her fluid dance moves.

  The hollers and catcalls from the men and women alike were filling the air, and Puck had to admit it was a very hot sight. After the banshee straightened her body back into place and climbed off the pole, he led A’chula up to the stage and put her hand over the banshee’s. “A’chula, meet Morrigan.” He ushered them back to their table, where the waitress had brought another fishbowl to replace the empty one.

  A’chula took a long, hard drink of the cocktail to calm herself down as Morrigan and Puck sat either side of her. “I saw you earlier with an incubus, Puck. Isn’t he joining us?”She smirked around the straw as she drank the alcohol.

  “You want me to introduce you to Nyuthiau? That could be arranged.” Puck laughed, winking at her. Morrigan sat quietly, running the back of her hands up and down A’chula’s thigh and watching her body react to her gentle, teasing strokes.

  As Puck, A’chula, and Morrigan made a dent in the large bowl, sucking on their straws and making the lollipops bob around in the bowl, Nyuthiau sat opposite them at the tooth fairy’s invitation. As introductions were made, and garbled conversations started on the ins and outs of life in the realm, the four friends were soon becoming buzzed with the multiple spirits that were part of the recipe. A’chula scooped a strawberry-flavoured lolly from the ice and popped it into her mouth. As she pulled the stick forward, bringing it to her lips,she looked up and was met with Morrigan’s piercing blue eyes staring at her. “Give me a taste of that,” she smirked.

  “Come get it,” A’chula teasingly replied, running her tongue seductively over the round lolly. She felt the seat shift beside her and next thing she knew their lips were connecting, A’chula’s tongue moved over the strawberry lolly and when her tongue collided with Morrigan’s, they both gave out a shameless moan, sucking on the lolly and each other’s tongue. A’chula broke the kiss and as their foreheads touched, she moved the lolly to the side of her mouth and whispered, “I forgot how good Banshee taste, Morrigan.”

  “Been a while, hasn’t it?” Puck smirked. “C’mon, let’s dance!”

  Nyunthiau escorted Morrigan as Puck led A’chula to the centre of the dance floor and as the two couples started dancing, they gradually moved closer to each other as the beat of the track pulsed through the club. Morrigan’s hands were in the air and she felt A’chula’s fingers intertwine with hers, pulling her closer. A’chula’s soft breasts squashed against Morrigan’s back as the banshee pushed back and started to grind her ass against A’chula’s hipbone.

  Puck had a rough hold of Nyuthiau’s hair and was kissing hungrily up the column of his throat as both men watched the woman eagerly.

  A’chula and Morrigan moved in sync with one another. The banshee’s fingers trailed down A’chula’s arms, down over her full rounded breasts, and then down her sides. Grabbing A’chula’s hips, Morrigan pulled her in tight and pushed her knee between the water spirit’s legs to open them for her.

  A’chula bent her knees and started to ride Morrigan’s thigh as they danced slowly ignoring the fast-paced beat of the music. There was an urgency growing within her and she closed her thighs around Morrigan’s leg and started to roll her hips up and down, causing friction over her lace-covered pussy. She was getting more aroused by the moment and wanted nothing more than to taste Morrigan’s juices on her lips.

  Puck had noticed the interest that was being paid to him and his companions from the two men across the dance floor. It had taken him a moment before he realised who the taller man was – the brother of a former lover. The younger, smaller man he could not identify. Still, the look the vampire was shooting him was in danger of killing his buzz, so he returned his attentions to A’chula and Morrigan, but before they could say anything, Puck had hooked his arm under A’chula’s.

  “Let’s go,” he grinned. Nyuthiau had copied the action with Morrigan and within the blink of an eye, they had been transferred to Puck’s playboy residence, all thanks to his magical fairy-dust.

  Puck’s mansion was elaborate just like its owner. Being a descendant from the fae royal family, he was given his own palace by his parents when he turned eighteen, a mere fae in training. The furnishings were as white as fresh fallen snow, and of course enamel was the product of choice. The windows were high and open, the drapes a gold silk a perfect combination with his signature colour of electric blue, which covered all the floor spaces. Puck didn’t live alone. Like all royalty he had his own entourage, though his were not the traditional butlers and maids.

  Six of the Easter bunnies resided with Puck, serving as his own personal fuck/play toys that he’d struck a deal with years ago. They had done as he asked and their Colgate smiles would remain forever untouched. Puck was the master of manipulation and it showed everywhere he went.

  On
ce A’chula, Morrigan and Nyuthiau were inside Puck’s bedroom, they didn’t have time to turn the light switch on, making do with the glow from the two blue moons illuminating the rooms. Nyuthiau pushed A’chula against the wall, his lips attacking her mouth in a fast and deep kiss. Their tongues hungrily collided as they twirled, sucked and flicked.

  Puck slid his hand down Morrigan’s body and felt the moisture already starting to pool between her thighs. His hands ran over her glorious tits, and he moved the straps of her top hurriedly over her shoulders, releasing her hard pert nipples. As his fingers pulled and twisted her piercings, Puck ran his tongue down over the outer shell of her ear, biting her lower lobe and rolling it between his teeth. The sound of laboured breathing and moans created a symphony of sublime sexuality.

  Puck continued to kiss down her neck and over her collarbone, down her breasts until he reached her left nipple. A’chula looked over lustily, and slipped from Nyuthiau’s hold as she pushed Puck away. Morrigan’s eyes rolled in the back of her head as she used the wall for support, the intoxicating essence of Nyuthiau’s incubus wafting over them.

  A’chula took Morrigan’s nipple into her mouth and sucked teasingly. Puck grinned wickedly at Nyuthiau.

  Slamming him face first against the wall and yanking his arm behind his back, he kicked the incubus’ legs apart and started to lick and nip at his ear lobe. Nyuthiau’s arm was trapped between them, but his fingers were trying to reach for Puck’s groin as he felt his own hardness rub against the bedroom wall. The whimpers and heavy sighs from A’chula and Morrigan were only adding to the frustration and tension he was feeling.