Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 128087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Yearning tightened his nipples when Lazaar’s warm hands caressed his bare pecks.
“Am I doing this right?”
His massive heart lodged in his throat. “Any way you touch me, love on me…will be right and perfect.”
Lazaar smiled and pressed his lithe chest against his.
A thrill consumed his body at his unsullied lover. All that he learned and perfected would be taught by Zepharali. Everything Lazaar experienced that he liked would only be shown by him.
Lazaar’s body would be molded and crafted to his desire.
Lazaar
Lazaar was in uncharted territory with this newfound connection. And he became more confident in his body and receiving pleasure with each passing moment.
No wonder his people in Chessuven were always so eager to turn in early with their mates.
Lazaar used to take long walks in the shadows at night when all were in bed. Sometimes he’d hear moaning and curses and would wonder what the hell his people were doing behind the walls of their homes.
Now he knew.
His strong titan had a cock fitting to his form, but Dorema had told him not to be afraid when he saw it for the first time.
He wasn’t.
Something inside him was damn near begging for it, his body wanting it with frightening desperation.
With Zepharali’s hot body pressing him into the plush blankets, he slathered his dick with a slick liquid and pushed it against Lazaar’s entrance but didn’t penetrate.
The anticipation was so overwhelming, the yearning pulsing in his groin, that he couldn’t continue to wait. He began bearing down.
“I want to savor how much you want me.” Zepharali kissed him sweetly. “Revel in how your dedication completes my heart.”
“I want to do more, my beloved. Take all from me that you need.” Lazaar peered at him with a shy expression. “That I need too… Please.”
And with so much care and tenderness, he pushed his thick cock inside him inch by wonderous inch.
Lazaar shuddered when Zepharali’s hard thighs pressed against his rear. The pleasure and love shooting into his core were almost too much to receive.
Zepharali began a slow rock back and forth, making electricity pulse in his channel until he hurtled toward the brink of delirium.
This new way of bonding was both exhilarating and serene. Their groans and shallow breaths as they gazed into each other’s eyes converted into silent promises of devotion and foreverness.
His beloved’s thrusts increased but remained unhurried. Each drive touched something hidden inside and made the pleasure threaten to drown him.
“My love,” Zepharali whispered over and over with each deep push of his cock.
Lazaar became lost in euphoria, a prisoner to the rush of pleasure arcing up his shaft, creating a hunger between his thighs and in his throat.
Without thought, as natural as breathing, Lazaar licked along Zepharali’s jugular before he slowly sank his fangs in, his elixir flooding into their connection.
“Fuck,” his titan hollered before slamming his hips against him one final time.
Lazaar keened when his channel flooded with a warmth that felt like liquid sunshine, his vision flashing with blinding light.
He pulled his fangs out just in time for his cock to erupt between them, his seed overflowing, wracking his body with continuous exotic bliss he thought would never end.
The next time Lazaar opened his eyes, the suns were peeking over the horizon, and Zepharali was clutching his naked body close to his.
Zepharali
Zepharali was in a deep sleep, resting better than he ever had.
For the first time in his two thousand years, he was confident this lover wouldn’t flee his bed and into the arms of another.
Just as the prophecy assured.
“I can feel your consciousness on my element the moment you awake, my love. But now, I can hear you in my mind.”
Lazaar lifted his head from his chest, his mouth sealed shut.
You can?
Zepharali hummed at the beautiful darkness whispering in the sexiest tenor he’d ever heard.
He nodded with curiosity and then tested his own telepathic connection.
You can hear me too, can you not?
Lazaar’s smile was as radiant as the sunrise when he nodded excitedly.
I can. Lazaar slammed his lips against his. What does this mean?
It means our bond is sealed, unbreakable…and I no longer have to send my wind to whisper to you.
Will I ever tire of our union? Each moment has been a revelation of something more wonderous.
Zepharali squeezed Lazaar tighter, not wanting to leave his hidden den but knowing he had work to do and a war to prevent.
According to his seer, it wouldn’t be long before Lazaar’s demonic mother arrived with her legion of dead souls to steal his powers and then kill him.
Come with me. Zepharali got to his feet and stretched the kinks from his back.
He held his hand out. “I want to take a swim before it’s time to leave our fantasy and return to the real world. The water is the warmest at the prime of the day.”