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Astrophel’s eyes began to burn and blur as he read through the seventh tome of the day. He had spent weeks going in and out of The Cabinet of Curiosity, researching ways to help Ryne learn more about the Empty as well as to find a way to restore balance back to the barren wasteland once more.
As his eyes began to get heavy, the words warping on the page he had been staring at for the Twelve knew how long, he felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped at the contact, his own hand inadvertently snapping the pen he held within it.
“I see you’ve been running yourself ragged again, my love. As always.” He heard the Exarch’s, G’raha’s, voice in his ear before he managed to look up and find a playful smirk on his face. While his ruby eyes were much older and wiser than they had once been so very long ago, when they first met at Saint Coinach’s Find, he could still see the same mischief burning within them.
“Aye, well…” he began, leaning back in his chair to stretch, a light groan leaving his lips as his body shook with it. “Ryne has been confounded as to why the Empty isn’t thriving as it should. Granted, we are not yet done with our work… I figured I would at least attempt to help lighten her load. Admittedly, I was never as intelligent as you, the Archons and the twins are. Most of what I’ve read thus far makes little sense to me.” He sighed exasperatedly as he stared at the tome on the table before him, his brow furrowed. “Urianger was just here, but the hour grew late so he has since retired to the Pendants for the night.”
G’raha only hummed in response as he sat down in the chair beside him, gingerly picked up a tome from Astrophel’s ever growing stack and began flipping through it. “Allow me to help, then. ‘Tis the least I can do. Besides, Beq Lugg has, once again, banished me from our work with the Spirit Vessels.” Astrophel huffed out a small laugh at his admission, “You are just as bad as I am, if not worse.” G’raha, too, laughed lightly. “Mayhap that is why we belong with each other.” He teased, leaning over to kiss Phel’s cheek.
Bells passed as they read in silence, most of the librarians began busying themselves with cataloguing and shelving books. Just as Astrophel began to start falling asleep, he felt a hand tracing its fingers lightly against the inside of his thigh. When he looked up at G’raha questioningly the man did not return his gaze, he simply continued his reading as if nothing was happening.
Astrophel sighed, smirking slightly “Raha… you do realize we are in a library?” G’raha nodded in response before he said “Then I suggest you stay quiet lest someone find us in such a predicament.” He then reached up to release the straps from Astrophel’s gear around his hips. “Can you do that for me…” he spoke softly as he unbuttoned Phel’s trousers and slipped his hand inside his smalls, dragging a thick finger up the length of his slick heat, only stopping to rub his thumb over his clit. “Can you be silent for me, little love?”
Astrophel reached down and gripped G’raha’s forearm, his ears pinning back and his sharp fangs drawing blood from his full bottom lip. “I-I… fuck, Raha.” He tried to speak, but once G’raha slipped that single finger inside him he was gone, his eyes rolling back slightly as he spread his thighs, leaned back in his seat and moaned so very quietly.
G’raha leaned in to kiss his neck right over his pulse point, slipping another finger inside him as Phel whined. “That’s it, my love. Gods, it never ceases to amaze me how tight and wet you always feel.” He said the words as he found Astrophel’s sweet spot, his fingers rubbing against it relentlessly.
“Raha, please…” he said, panting around the words. “Can’t… can’t we just go back to the Pendants?” G’raha growled as he sucked a mark against Astrophel’s pulse point, his fingers speeding up within his lover. “I have waited… 100 years for you. I would have you as much as you allow me to, wherever I wish.”
Phel moaned softly, he always loved how possessive and dominant G’raha got with him, even if he didn’t admit it his body always betrayed him. As if it was trying to prove a point, he clenched around G’raha’s fingers subconsciously, shuddering.
Suddenly, G’raha removed his hand and crawled beneath the table, kneeling between Astrophel’s thighs. “What are you-“ Phel cut off his question as G’raha yanked down his trousers, his smalls along with them, hooked his arms around his thighs, strong hands gripping his hips tightly and pressed a sloppy kiss against his clit, before dragging his tongue downward and slipping it inside him. Astrophel gasped sharply as his hand shot down to his head, fingers tangling in fading red hair. “Raha… Hells.”
“Wicked white, Phel. Each taste I have of you is better than the last.” G’raha murmured against him, Phel shivered slightly as his wet lips brushed against his cunt as he spoke.
“Now, remember…” G’raha said, licking against his elongated clit with the tip of his tongue. “Not a sound. Should I hear you, I shall stop and we will return our attentions to our research.”
Astrophel could do naught but nod, to which G’raha finally wrapped his lips around him and sucked hard, his tongue rubbing against the underside of his clit rhythmically. Astrophel gasped once more and arched his back in his chair, his tail practically vibrating and lashing next to him.
G’raha wanted to make this good for him. He knew the stress he had been under since his arrival in the First had been horrendous beyond belief, he wanted him to know just how much he loved him… how glad he was that he was still alive. That he was here with him. So, he picked up Astrophel’s hand and placed it on his ear, silently demanding him to stroke it. To which Phel did immediately.
It was G’raha’s turn to struggle with his own commands of silence. His cock, which was already painfully hard within his own smalls, began pulsing and throbbing as Astrophel stroked his sensitive ears, his eyes rolling back ever so slightly as he began leaking precome, thrusting his hips against the air aimlessly.
Maybe this was a bad decision, after all.
He ignored his own desires and plunged two fingers back inside his lover’s tight heat, groaning ever so softly when he felt him clench around them, his cock pulsing once more. He ignored it as he curled his fingers deep within him and began stroking that bundle of nerves he knew always riled Astrophel up, without fail.
Suddenly, a voice broke through his blissful reverie.
“Astrophel! Why are you still here? It’s a bit late, don’t you think?” It was Moren. G’raha could stop… but would he?
Astrophel looked up, his cheeks flushed brightly, sweat building on his brow, ears still pinned back and tail swishing next to him. “O-oh. Moren! You startled me. I-ah.” G’raha decided he would not stop. Instead, he slid a third finger inside him, bobbing his head ever so slightly to drag his lips and tongue up and down the length of his clit, sucking hard when he reached the base of it each time. Astrophel gasped and grit his teeth, shutting his eyes briefly at the sudden increase of intense pleasure, his hand still stroking G’raha’s ear tightened around it and pulled. G’raha did not budge.
“Fuck, that’s so good.” The words slipped out before he could stop them.
“I beg your pardon?” Moren asked.
Astrophel looked up at him with wide eyes, his lips parted on a gasp when G’raha began purring hard enough to be felt. “I-I… I mean… I just had-ah-an idea for the Empty! It hit me rather suddenly, you see, and in my excitement I spoke out of turn. My apologies, Moren.”
Moren nodded excitedly, “Oh, do tell me about it! As you know, we have been trying to find any information we can on the subject but it has been rather difficult considering we are so limited with the knowledge we have on hand here.”
Astrophel tensed as G’raha’s purring grew stronger and stronger, his thighs began shaking around his head as he felt his hand thrusting harder within him, fingers curling to rub hard against that tremendously pleasurable spot each and every time.
Twelve help him. He was going to come in front of someone he did not want in his presence, not now, not ever. He knew G’raha knew this. He also knew G’raha knew his weakness with this particular act and his trouble with curbing his orgasm anytime he performed it on him.
Asshole. If Phel didn’t love him so much, he’d probably kill him right there on his knees.
Astrophel bowed his head, closed his eyes and released the tiniest moan, huffing out a pant as he clenched rhythmically around G’raha’s fingers.
“Moren…” he began through gritted teeth, his body beginning to shake slightly as he fought to hold back his orgasm. “I-ah, yes, that’s it-“ Astrophel whined, squeezing his still shut eyes tighter and balling his fists on his knees as G’raha began twirling his vibrating tongue around his clit, before he opened them to look back up at the man standing before him. “I apologize but it has been a… particularly… very, very hard… day. Please leave me be.”
Moren’s eyes widened, “M-my apologies, I will just… continue organizing these tomes, then. Another time?” When Astrophel nodded the man finally took his leave.
Phel slumped against the chair and reached down to grip G’raha’s head with his left hand, his right still stroking the same red ear gave it another sharp tug. “I will speak as much as I wish.” He growled down at him. “Don’t you dare stop, G’raha Tia.” He said as he pulled his head against him and began thrusting his hips against his mouth and the fingers within him. “I’m so close. Gods, you feel so good, Raha.”
G’raha groaned against him in response, his purr as strong as it can get now. “Yes, love, yes. Keep purring on my clit. Just like that.”
G’raha reached down beneath his robes to palm at his aching cock, his eyes rolling back as Phel began talking to him just the way he liked. It only ever happened right before his orgasm… he loved it. Every single time.
Suddenly, Astrophel pushed his chair back, dragging G’raha with him as he unhooked his legs from his body and pulled himself away from his mouth and hand. “No. I want to come with you inside me. Lay beneath the table.” He commanded, dropping to his knees to crawl beneath the table and shoving G’raha to his back. “Poor little Warrior,” G’raha smirked, proud of the fact that Astrophel was too far gone, now, and it was all his doing.
When Phel reached down to pull his cock out from within his smalls, G’raha moaned pathetically at the contact, his warm hand gripping him tightly, just the way he liked, and delivering a hard stroke, his thumb rubbing that spot just beneath the head. “It would seem you’re just as wet and hard as I am, my lord. Allow me to remedy that.”
Astrophel had never actually ridden G’raha before. They were both often intimidated by his size, and G’raha was always afraid he would cause Phel harm. But it would seem he was finally ready to try, and who was G’raha to deny him.
They could only thank the Twelve that the table was large enough to hide them completely.
As Astrophel straddled G’raha and positioned his cock against his entrance he leaned down and pressed his lips against G’raha’s in a sloppy kiss, all tongues and teeth, his fangs digging into G’raha’s swollen lips just as he slid himself down that first ilm of G’raha’s length.
Astrophel pulled away to sit up as much as he could under the table, G’raha propping his knees up to support him. “Gods, Raha… you feel… so much bigger like this.” He moaned softly as G’raha gripped his hips and moaned with him as he felt that tight, wet heat wrap around his cockhead.
“Take it slow, my love…” he said, looking up into his eyes through hooded lids. “You are so beautiful, Astrophel.” He murmured, releasing his right hip in favor of reaching up to cup his cheek and rub his thumb beneath his newly changed right eye. Its red hue changed to the purest of white with the barest hint of a glow from the corrupted light that festered within the injury he had received from his battle with Innocence… which inadvertently caused him to lose most of his sight in that very same eye in the process. G’raha always tried not to blame himself, not that Phel would ever let him.
“As are you. You are the most beautiful man I have ever, will ever, lay eyes on… my Raha.” Astrophel murmured back, brushing the hair from G’raha’s eyes before he smirked and said, “However… I don’t think I will.”
All at once he slid down G’raha’s length in one, long glide, his back arching, ears pinning and tail thrashing behind him, while G’raha released the most guttural groan Astrophel had ever heard him make. “Fuck… G’raha, you’re so…” he couldn’t finish speaking, all he could do was place his hand against his lower abdomen, right above his pelvis, his other hand braced on G’raha’s chest, and moan loudly.
“Astrophel-“ G’raha said as he moaned, grinding his cock up into the wet, tight heat that clenched harshly around him without cease. “-I will not last, this time, my love. Hells, you feel incredible like this.”
“I won’t, either.” Was all Phel said before he began riding him, lifting his body up, clenching as he went, until just the head of G’raha’s cock was inside him before thrusting back down as hard as he could.
“Oh, gods Phel, please.” G’raha begged, gripping his hips harder than he ever had before to pull him against his pelvis for another deep grind against his cervix. He knew Astrophel loved the pleasure pain, and he loved the ecstasy he felt from it all. Astrophel fell forward and G’raha began fucking him as hard and as fast as he could, Phel turning into a moaning mess atop him as his clit rubbed relentlessly against G’raha’s pelvis.
“Yes… yes, Raha, I’m going to-“ Astrophel couldn’t finish his warning as G’raha pulled him against his body and rolled them so that Phel’s back laid flat against the cold floor of the library. “That’s it. Be good and come for me, little love.” He said as he reached down and wrapped his thumb and index finger around his clit, stroking it in time with his fast, rhythmic thrusts. He knew Astrophel’s body enough to know exactly where to aim his cock, now, never missing that secret spot deep within him.
“Astrophel…” G’raha groaned, his thrusts falling out of their rhythm and growing erratic, his cock pulsating. “I need you to come, my love. Right now. I can’t-“
Suddenly, G’raha couldn’t stop himself, his orgasm hit him fast and hard without warning, his hips thrusting hard one last time to instinctually seat his cock as deep as it could possibly go, his eyes filling with tears as he realized he did not, could not, wait for Astrophel. His high pitched moans staccato as he spilled inside him, Astrophel stroking his clothed back lovingly.
“I love feeling you come inside me, Raha.” Phel moaned softly into his ear as G’raha buried his face in his neck, his orgasm rolling through him harder than it ever had before. “I-I… oh… don’t clench around me, I’m so sorry. Gods, Phel you just… felt so good.”
But Phel didn’t stop, he clenched as hard as he could in a steady rhythm to lengthen G’raha’s pleasure, moaning softly as he felt him continue to spill inside him. “I fear you shall get me pregnant again, before long. And you have yet to meet the twins.” He laughed softly at his own jest as he felt G’raha groan and thrust at his words, reaching up to stroke his red hair. He knew words like that always excited his Raha, as it would any Tia worth his salt.
“No.” G’raha growled, bracing himself on one arm to begin thrusting again, whining at the painful sensitivity. “I refuse to finish and leave you wanting.”
“Wait, Raha, I don’t want you to hurt yousel-oh, fuck.” G’raha cut him off when he reached down to rub at his clit with three fingers, panting as sweat dripped down his back, his robes clinging to his burning skin. Why did he feel so hot all of a sudden?
“Raha, how are you still so hard?” Phel asked, gasping as G’raha pulled out and rolled Astrophel to his stomach. He pulled him up to his knees, then pressed himself against his back as he slid back inside him, pushing him back down to lay flat on the floor, hiking his right leg up to push Phel’s own leg higher. “Fucking hells, you’re so deep.”
“Yes… Astrophel, yes. Wicked white, I don’t understand how this is happening again, when I’ve-l-“ He groaned and reached beneath Phel’s body to stroke his clit. “You have no idea how good you feel… so tight… so warm and wet, around me. Gods, it’s exhilarating. And your scent… when did it get so strong?” He murmured in his ear as the pleasure started to bypass the pain of his sensitivity. “Raha I swear you cock feels harder than it did before, are you sure you’re okay?”
G’raha didn’t understand what overtook him. He groaned as he began thrusting faster and harder, his body not registering his exhaustion. He simply growled, his teeth gripping the junction of Astrophel’s neck and shoulder, his eyes rolling back as he panted heavily.
Astrophel said something, he could hear him speak, but all he could feel was the rhythmic tight clenching of his orgasm and Astrophel’s intoxicating scent overwhelming his senses as he finally pushed him over the brink, his own cock spilling within him. However, when he shoved it as far and as deep as he could… he heard Astrophel yelp and blinked, released Astrophel’s neck and looked up.
When he broke out of his haze he realized he felt intense pressure at the base of his cock… and that he could not pull back out. “What…?” He rolled them to their sides, lifted Astrophel’s leg up and gently tried to pull out again, only for Phel to whine in discomfort.
He could not separate himself from within him. He…
“Did you just-“
“I… this has never happened before.”
He successfully knotted him.
But how? This was only a feat performed by Nuhn’s to ensure the success of their line. He was not a Nuhn, nor did he have any desire to be one.
He groaned when Phel clenched around him, causing him to spill once more, his body instinctively grinding it deeper within him. “Fucking hells, don’t do that.” He panted raggedly, moaning as the orgasm tore through him.
“I-I can’t… oh… yes.” G’raha stared as he realized Astrophel was just as affected by it as he was.
“I guess it’s a good thing I cast a silence and invisibility spell around us.” G’raha murmured as he kissed and licked the sweat off of Astrophel’s neck, his upper half of his body still clothed.
“G’raha Tia… if you weren’t stuck inside me right now I- oh, Gods.” He moaned again as G’raha ground his cock within him once more, his hand gripping Astrophel’s lower abdomen as he felt him clench around his cock weakly, causing him to come for the fourth time.
“Take it.” He growled. The instinct overtaking him again as he continue to grind and thrust as much as he could without harming the one he loved most.
“Raha, please, I can’t come anymore.” Astrophel whined, yet his body betrayed his words. G’raha snarled as he reached around and rubbed at the cunt locked around him, his palm stimulating his clit while his fingers rubbed in a V shape where they were joined. Astrophel thrusting weakly against his hand. “Yes you can.” He snarled. “That’s it. Ride my cock. Take it, Astrophel.”
When Astrophel came again, shaking around his cock and against his hand, G’raha nipped at the bruised, bleeding bite mark on his neck and said “Oh, I love how hard you squeeze around me when you come, little love. It’s as if you never want to let me go.”
Astrophel could say nothing, his body vibrating against G’raha as his orgasm ripped through him, G’raha rubbing and fucking him through it as his own orgasm continued.
“Take it. Every last drop.”
—
Finally, after half a bell, they both laid there under the library table panting and covered in sweat. They both removed the rest of their clothes, and Raha’s sandles, at some point they couldn’t remember, which lay in heaps around them.
G’raha groaned as he sat up and gently pulled out, his body aching and sore. Phel could barely whine from the extreme sensitivity, his body also weak and exhausted.
“I can’t tell you how sorry I am,” G’raha began, rubbing his crystal hand against Astrophel’s thigh. “This has never happened before, I… had I known, I wouldn’t have-“
Phel sighed and rolled over to face him. “No. It wasn’t your fault. I… think I might have gone into the beginnings of my heat when Moren approached. Your body simply reacted. It seems to believe you are my Nuhn, bound to each other as we are. I did have your children, after all.” He murmured softly, smiling as he looked up at him with tired eyes.
“Heat? But you-“
Phel cut him off. “I stopped using the Transition spell while the light was within me. Y’shtola was concerned for any adverse effects. She did warn me of an oncoming heat, I just… didn’t know it would occur so swiftly.”
G’raha could only stare, dumbfounded. If his calculations were correct, then…
“We must get you back to the Pendants. Immediately.” He growled possessively, collecting Astrophel’s clothes.
“Aye. Aye… you may be right.” Was all Phel could say as they swiftly dressed. G’raha made sure that whatever the librarians saw, they kept to themselves. He would not have his Warrior of Darkness deal with unnecessary rumors about their relationship. Nor would he have their first, and most likely last, heat together ruined by petty gossip.
—
Three Months Later • Back in the Source
Astrophel woke up earlier than usual and raced to the toilet, his stomach twisting and turning with every step he took, his hand clasped tightly over his mouth as he gagged.
G’raha swiftly woke up as he felt the bed rustle and heard his hurried footfalls. He sat up, blinking his eyes open tiredly. Yawning, he got up and checked on the twins via a device Cid created for them. They were three and a half winters old, now, and looked every bit like Astrophel, with G’raha’s telltale features, such as his red hair and red eyes for Amari, his son, and red hair and teal eyes for Liora, his daughter, to mark him as their sire. When he was satisfied to see they were safely sleeping in their little beds in the room next door, he followed Astrophel’s trail.
“Phel? Are you all ri-“ he cut himself off. The sight he beheld was concerning, to say the least.
Astrophel was bent over the toilet, retching violently into it. He hurried to pull his long black and white hair out of his face, his trauma slowly turning it shock white, and rubbed his back in soothing strokes.
Once he was done, Phel sat back, panting as he flushed the contents in the toilet away.
“Raha…” he croaked. “Go fetch Y’shtola.”
—
“Well, Astrophel.” Y’shtola said after assessing his body, particularly his womb. “T’would seem you have fallen pregnant, again.”
“I…” Astrophel could only look to G’raha, tears in his eyes. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t…”
G’raha hugged him close. He understood his fear. The Final Days were approaching. They barely knew how to keep Amari and Liora safe. Astrophel, and all of the Scions, were facing their biggest trial yet.
“It will be alright, little love.” He said softly, his voice breaking. He knew he could not make promises he couldn’t keep. But he also knew he would do everything, give everything, to keep his family safe.
Y’shtola sighed. “Phel. I will not attempt to scold you. I understand you have missed G’raha for so many long years, and he has missed you in turn. I also understand you ran afoul of your heat in the First. But you must promise me you will think your decisions through in the coming days. We will do all we can to keep you safe. You have my word.”
Astrophel could only nod as he sobbed quietly, not bothering to wipe away the tears trailing down his cheeks as he sat, defeated, on the bed.
“Oh, one more thing.” Y’shtola said before she turned to leave. “From what I could see, there was only one soul within your womb, so I believe you are not having twins this time. That is all to say, hopefully this pregnancy progresses a little slower than the last.” She squeezed his hand, offered a warm smile, then took her leave.
G’raha and Astrophel sat in silence for what felt like eons, before G’raha finally spoke. “Phel. Look at me, my love.” Astrophel didn’t seem to register his words. “Astrophel. Look at me.” G’raha said softly, turning his head to face him.
“We will prevail.” He said, a calm firmness lacing his voice. “You will not be alone, this time. Do you hear me?” He reached up to wipe away Astrophel’s tears, kissing him gently. When Phel hugged him, sobs shaking through him, G’raha held him close and whispered in his ear. “I am here. I am home, little love.” He buried his face in his neck as his own tears fell down his cheeks and he whispered softly, “I promise I will never leave you again. I will always be here for you. Always.”
With that, they laid back down, G’raha holding Astrophel tightly against him, his hand resting protectively against his stomach, cradling the tiny life growing within his lover. The life their love had once again created together.
Aye. He was home. And he would ensure he would always be there. No matter what.