“Let go.”
“I do so like playing with it,” Rorie lamented, releasing him. The pouch disappeared as Rorie bent his knees and spread his legs. “Now, Ren.”
Cupping his ass with both hands, Renny didn’t need to hold his dick as he lined up with Rorie’s center. Pushing in, he took his time to enjoy the sight of Rorie’s skin stretching around the head of his cock. The barriers inside eased, and it wasn’t long before they were fully joined.
“I need you to move now.”
Renny didn’t answer. Closing his eyes, he allowed his instincts to take over. His hips moved in steady thrusts as Rorie met him stroke for stroke. It was a rhythm they were learning to perfect, and there was nothing clumsy or frantic about their lovemaking. Rorie might make his demands, but he too liked to prolong the pleasure. Nails digging into Renny’s arms, the sounds that poured from his lips were music to the warlock familiar fucking him.
Although Renny would’ve liked to carry on that way forever, Rorie released him. His lashes flew up to enjoy the sight of his mate gripping his cock and jerking himself. It made Renny’s balls draw up tight as Rorie’s back bowed slightly and his hole clamped hard around him. His seed splashed onto his belly and Renny let go. Sparks danced along his spine as he drove into Rorie and came in his tight channel.
Both breathing heavily, they grinned at one another. Then Rorie reached up and yanked Renny close to kiss him.
“We are growing better.”
“You’re incredible,” Renny told him, pushing his arms under him to hug him tight.
“O’Lliosa.”
“I love you too.”
Chapter 28
15,000 years ago
Ebirlloba (the realm of the spirits past the veil)
The sleek black bird flew high above the villages of the dead folk that had remade their lives when their mortal existences had ended. It swooped low and, in her head, she laughed at an angry demon who threw a rock at her. Not pleased to have his immortality robbed from him, he’d severely underestimated his ability to survive injury, so she had no remorse. Happy that she’d only given demons the ability to see her in any form regardless of her cloaking spell, she mused that it would not be pleasant to have all the inhabitants of her world pelting her with things. Flapping her wings, she allowed her magic to carry her toward a dark castle decorated in the bones that soothed her desire to seek souls.
Reaching the highest tower, she seamlessly shifted into a woman dressed in a gown so black it left behind a trail of smoke in the wake of her steps. Her preference was to live alone, away from her many sisters, though many of them annoyed her with visits. Death entered her palace, and a sadness stole over her. Curses fell from her lips as she tried not to weep at what had become of the fairy folk she’d created alongside her sister, Eternity. They were young goddesses then, and it had amused them to give the fairies and their bemollos every advantage of magic, but their mother had insisted on a weakness. Together with her once favorite sibling, they’d thought of something that their shared parent would believe was a flaw but would never occur.
There were two realms of the Fae—one light as Eternity had wanted and one dark as Death had craved. For perpetuity, they would exist so long as there was a balance. It was Eternity’s idea to first bring them to life, so her side had to be fuller. If they created chaos, mischief, or produced pain in a way that Eternity had deemed harmful, they would be gifted to Death. For thousands of years, it had amused the pair to watch the fairies and their bemollos build grand structures. They sought knowledge, and for each milestone they passed, Eternity and Death thought of gifts to bestow upon them, making them far more advanced than any other beings.
It was something they cherished as their mother had departed again and had yet to return. Whenever Death was lonely, she’d find a viewing mirror in her castle to look upon the beauty of the Fae, both dark and light. Until the day when, to their horror, Jasbozeth and Sajranel were murdered in a plot orchestrated by their son, Tizisan, along with the help of his newly found v’airsell nioll, Morashi. For reasons she did not understand, their hair remained light, so Death had gone to her sister and decreed that Tizisan and Morashi be forced to her realm, but Eternity had disagreed.
It was her argument that because the pair had not wielded the blades that had struck the heart of the pair, they could not be judged. Eternity refused to believe the pair were guilty, and she’d refused to wind back time to watch the plot form as Death had. That moment had forever changed Death’s relationship with her sister. The Vol’Gon era had started and with it, the machinations of Tizisan and Morashi and their equally incompetent bemollos slowly tore asunder the Fae.
Death had tried to wash her hands of it all after the leader of the Dark Fae, Sterisurn, was murdered and Fate had chosen Hibozeth as his successor, but had been unable to stay away. Hibozeth was a horrid bemollo who had ordered his fairy into hard labor. With the help of the equally awful light fairy leaders, Hibozeth had twisted the dark realm into one of pain and misery instead of a place where those that had made mistakes were properly reformed, so they could live happily alongside each other. The land she’d nourished turned to rot as Hibozeth altered it from a place of shadowy sorcery to pure evil, and it angered her.
When Tizisan and Morashi had gone to the Faedrekan caves to abuse the animals they professed to want to tame, Death had forced a malevolent spirit into one of the pretty beasts to end their lives. Although their only son was a sheltered young man with no experience and did not understand what problems existed on his realm, Death had preferred his rule over that of his parents’ bemollos. But he’d summoned Drekkoril with none of his limited knowledge and treated him like an enemy. In other circumstances, Death would’ve allowed things to play out to her amusement, but the fairy realms were too damaged for any internal strife.
Stalking to a mirror to check the status, she summoned the fairy realm, darkening with the weight of the tortured souls on Hibozeth’s side. After managing a clear view, she could not decide who she hated more—Eternity for not heeding her warning about allowing Tizisan and Morashi to stay Fae, Hibozeth for his cruelty, or Roriethiel and Drekkoril for their incompetence. Her fury flashed at witnessing the latter pair having another predictable squabble about who should be in charge. Fate chose rulers, and Death understood that Roriethiel struggled with the concept of his role, thanks to his terrible parents, but was annoyed that he had yet to learn the lesson.
Knowing that they must act swiftly if they wanted to salvage anything of the fairy worlds, Death breathed out a gusty sigh and turned away from the wall. With her mother absent, she hated crossing to the land of the living, but she had to seek Eternity in her childhood home. Closing her eyes, she teleported to the bedroom where she’d once dreamed of the macabre things that brought her joy. Death strolled out, and Temperance was in the hall.
“Good day, sister. How do you fare?”
“I am unwell, Temperance. Is Eternity about?”
“Unwell? How is such a thing possible?”
“The fairy folk are in trouble.”
Temperance nodded sagely. “Had they practiced more moderation in their passions, they could have escaped their ruin.”
Because Temperance had no passion, Death ignored her statement. “Where is Eternity?”
“Having a nap in the garden.”
