Hey everyone,
next part is now up. The cold that I did somehow manage to catch is still going strongly, so I'm not as quick with my updates as I'd like to be.
WARNING: the second part of this chapter contains mature sexual content! m/m yaoi, so please, mature readers only!
I can't wait for next weekend, when Tabata hopefully reveals some more info about the enemies in FFXV! Hopefully we get to hear the name of the hooded villain that I named 'Dius' in my stories. I want to know more of his motivations and powers *_*! Btw, curious of what has become of Dius in this story? Next chapter will reveal some interesting things about him ... stay tuned ;)!
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Kamuel
Chapter Seventeen - Know Thyself- Noctis POV
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I wake up to the wonderful smell of coffee and breakfast.
A sleepy smile stretches over my lips and I wince a little when the dry skin of said lips start to burn painfully.
And then I do remember why, and my body gives a shudder of pleasure at the sudden flood of erotic memories resurfacing in my mind.
Still smiling, I rub with the tip of my fingers carefully over the abused lips. Sweet heaven ... those hungry, biting kisses Prom gave me last night were insane... even my jaw is hurting from kissing him back as passionately.
Forget my lips. As I try to turn on my back, my thighs, hips, the whole spine and my butt are hurting and stinging like hell all over.
Prom and I have been absolutely mindless with desire, insomuch we hadn't noticed how his fingernails scratched my entire back raw... and if the pain on the area of my anus is of any indication, then I don't want to know how he is fairing this morning. Hopefully he has a lot of healing potions ready for us.
But I do welcome the glorious pain, because it's reminding me intensely of all the lewd and wonderful things he and I did yesterday... I wasn't even able to count how often we had fallen all over each other and how often we made each other climax only to start the procedure from the beginning all over again. And he and I loved every second of it.
Honestly, my mind was shattered by the amount of pleasures that we've shared in such a short amount of time. Yesterday I've definitely learnt how insatiable Prom can be and I hope it keeps staying that way.
Forever.
It wasn't until after we finally fell completely exhausted into a heap of tired limbs, aching everywhere in sweet pain and fulfilled arousal, that we finally and mutually agreed to go to sleep.
From the corner of my eyes I can see Prom moving around the small kitchen area, and my smile grows even brighter when I turn my head to watch him properly.
Speaking of muscles...
I let out a soft sigh full of appreciation.
Prom looks breathtakingly handsome this morning.
I think I'll never grow tired of watching him.
He didn't bother to dress himself and I drink in with eager eyes his beautiful nude form bustling around the oven to finish preparing our breakfast.
Whatever he makes smells absolutely mouth-watering.
Somehow, it seems to be impossible for me to stop smiling. So, with another soft smile on my face I roll over to the edge of our bed and stand slowly up on my bare feet. And then I'm smiling in a sly way as I try out my awakened powers to warp myself right behind him, reaching out for his slender hips.
He is gasping in surprise at first, but then he turns his head to look at me with an answering bright smile.
And I'm smiling lovingly when I wrap my arms around him to pull his warm body firmly to my chest, enjoying the shock of pleasure when our skins are touching.
"Hi." I greet him softly, kissing his cheek.
"Hey yourself," he whispers in return, grasping my chin with his hand to kiss my abused lips very tenderly.
"We kind of stink," I say teasingly, hinting that I would love nothing more than to enjoy ourselves soaking inside that hot spring outside of these cave walls.
Prom is smirking teasingly back. "Hn. That we do." His forefinger is caressing a few teasing circles around my right nipple. "But we should really drink some healing potions first and probably eat something... let's not pretend that we won't continue to exhaust ourselves in sexual pleasures again today."
My eyes flash with awakened intent to devour him from head to toe again. For a long while we can't take our eyes from another, gazing full of love into each others smiling eyes.
This what we have now is exactly what both of us have longed for.
Days and weeks where we can shut out the world around us and focus solely onto each other.
Prom is literally glowing all over. I know I'm repeating myself, but even with his blonde hair in disarray, he never looked more beautiful as he does to me this very moment. I'm struck speechless, silently worshiping his presence and body as I hold him in my arms, marveling at how truly gorgeous he has become over the time we were separated.
I turn him fully around to embrace him, my arms holding him in a tight hug against me for a few long minutes. He's nuzzling his face against my neck and I just hug him even tighter to me when the breaths of his soft chuckle are tickling my skin.
Words cannot express the sheer magnitude of happiness that I feel, to be able to hold him in my arms again after everything that has happened to us.
After a while, I finally utter the words that I should have said to him from the very beginning, with a bittersweet smile on my lips I whisper, "Welcome back home..." I squeeze him firmly once, twice, before I shift back a little to have another eager look at his eerily handsome face.
His eyes turn very soft when they catch mine. "Thanks Noct... it's literally heaven to be home again. You are the reason I'm back. I love you." I feel how his hands are tenderly caressing my back and a purr of enjoyment is escaping my lips.
When I see him smiling so lovingly at me, it's still unbelievable how this close connection between us allows us to exchange our emotions non verbally.
And then suddenly, I can't help but become sad for all the lost time and opportunities between us. "I love you even more. I did miss you terribly," I say, the yearning in my voice clearly audible. "When I think it's been only about four weeks for me without you, I can't imagine how long two years must have felt for you."
At this his tender gaze changes into one of intense longing. "It's been hell for me without you. My training kind of helped to keep myself together for most of the time, but as soon as night came and I was lying all alone in my bed, the waiting to finally meet you again became unbearable. But... as I said, the past is behind us. We are here now. You are here." He leans forward to softly kiss my lips once more.
I can't help but feel very proud of him. I don't know if I would have been as strong as him to hold on for so long. So I stroke over his soft cheek very gently.
"I truly need to apologize to you, Prom. Yesterday I certainly did act like an idiot, didn't I? When in truth, it had been me, the one who couldn't be by your side when you needed me the most..." I shift my own gaze down, feeling all my guilty feelings about not having been able to protect him on that night resurfacing with vehemence.
His fingers touch my chin, pushing it up so that he can look into my eyes. "Shhh... it was a lesson you and I had to learn. And look at us now, we came out much stronger than before. Not the past is relevant for us, but the present, right? And trust me, I'll make sure this time around your powers will always have the means to refill themselves no matter the situation. We just weren't prepared for the things that happened on that fateful night."
"But still... I shouldn't have-" I start saying, but his fingers are already pushing my chin up to close my mouth shut.
I see him sending me this beautiful signature smile of his, the brightness of his perfect row of white teeth almost blinding me with his beauty. "Noct, this was my fate. Our fate. It needed to happen. No more guilty feelings over this, alright? This is a new beginning."
We gaze into each others blue eyes, his several shades lighter than mine and glowing in their intensity, and I place my slightly shaking hands on each side of his blushed cheeks to observe the changes he had gone through while away for so long. Only because I've memorized all the imperfections, all lines and freckles on his face already, do I notice how many of them have completely disappeared.
"You have become even more handsome since the last time I saw you... your skin, I mean you look... forgive me if this might sound strange, but you look completely healthy. Energized, if that makes any sense to you. You know, the healthy look of a child, the rosy cheeks, their glowing and taut young skin... you look exactly like that, which is not really normal for guys at our age."
Prom is smiling brightly at my compliments. "That's because this is exactly what happened to me back in Accoris. I'm completely healed from the inside out, like we imagine a healthy young child would be. As you may know, in the course of our lives we accumulate a lot of invisible ailments as we grow in a steady pace older and weaker. And it's because of my inheritance that I got the chance to get rid of everything that stood in the way of growing into my true potential. Once I will hit thirty, I'll stop to age - as Chronus in the far past once did. I'm buzzing with healthy etheric energy inside. I feel already like a fully charged battery and truthfully, I somewhat begin to fear what will become of me once the Crystal of Chronos is fully activated. But it isn't just me, Noct. How I look now should be normal for everyone living on this planet - it only looks not normal to you because the heritage of humanity is full of corrupted genetics and we still haven't learnt in general to take proper care of our energy bodies and mind, which in turn would influence the appearance of our physical bodies."
"I see. Yeah, that makes sense. It's something that my father hinted at when I last talked to him..." I caress lost in my own thoughts over his cheeks, not able to stop staring in awe at the perfection that his skin has become. After some minutes of silence, I send him a teasing smile. "The female population would kill to have such soft and clean skin as you have now."
I get a snort of laughter out of him in answer, but instead of teasing me back, he closes the short distance between us and our lips meet in a tender kiss filled with bittersweet emotions. Ignoring the pain on my lips and ignoring my fully awakened morning wood for now, I focus on keeping our kisses soft and loving. For the hot stuff I'm sure we will have some more time later, so I push all my feelings for him into these pure and innocent touches of soft lips against soft lips and I feel him doing the same, which makes me tear up slightly when the love we feel for another becomes too potent.
Our bond seems to have grown much stronger after yesterday and at this moment I'm sure that from now he and I won't be able to live without being close to each other anymore.
Before it becomes too much for us to think clearly, with a small peck, Prom is pulling back and saying suddenly, "Guess what? I made pancakes. Your favorite. With lots of fresh butter and syrup. I know how much you love them, so I gave my best to get them as fluffy and tasty as possible."
My eyes sparkle in amusement when I see him getting excited over his grand achievement. So I give him a sweet kiss on his cheek, chuckling while saying, "Thanks Prom, what would I do without you?"
"You'd probably be not only starving by now, but be completely powerless, still stinking into high heaven and be hopelessly sexually depraved," I hear him reply with a dark chuckle, playfully hitting me on my naked butt and I react to that with a scandalized sounding yelp.
"Bloody hell, tell me you didn't dare to hit my tender ass just now." I growl at him comically in warning while rubbing my butt as if being in dire pain.
"Oh Noct, I'm telling you that I didn't hit your tender ass hard enough, but I will, if you don't make space immediately for me to finish my holy task of making juicy pancakes for my King."
We both start laughing at our childish antics as I try to dodge his second playful attempt to hit me, hiding my poor butt cheeks from him with my hands as I quickly make my way back out of his kitchen area to sit further away down on my chair to sulk. Forcing myself to patiently wait for him to finish his so called 'holy task'. On the table there are several healing potions ready and I take two bottles and down them with gusto, sighing in relief when all my soreness and pain disappears completely.
Trying not to stare too obviously at his nude form, I ask, "How come the temperatures inside this place can keep the same level at all times? It's so comfortable in here, even without clothes I do feel not cold at all."
Prom is placing the finished pancakes on the table in front of me. He's taking his potions first before replying, "Ah, that's easy. It's because of the fireplaces installed inside. The magical flames are, you could say, conscious of their surroundings. They adjust their heat according to our needs."
"But how? Ancient technology?" I ask intrigued.
And I see Prom replying with a cheeky smirk, "Nope. Ifrit, the ancient power of the fire element."
"Ifrit you say... is he an Archean? Or is he an elemental like Ramuh? Never heard of him before." I blink up at him, stupefied.
Prom laughs mysteriously at the strange look on my face, saying, "As you can see, there is still a lot we need to talk about, I look especially forward to hear your side of things."
"Well, your side of things sounds so far definitely more interesting than mine." I tease back, half in humor and half with dread because I don't know how he will react to the news of having a younger brother that died before he was even able to meet him. I watch him placing and arranging everything that we need around the plate full of pancakes and I send him a sad smile when he's peeling a grapefruit, a fruit my father used to love very much, and sharing one half with me. I take a slice and bite into it with relish as I wait for his tale to pick up from where we left yesterday.
"Maybe. But seriously, Noct. I need to know who or what it was that had crippled and rendered your powers useless to that extent. You could have really died out there without any means of protection. What happened to you?"
At that I become suddenly somber and silent. The sadness and guilt is clutching at my guts when I'm forced to think back of what happened yesterday...
Cor... Ravus...
Prom seems to sense that there is more to my side of story than he probably expected, saying softly, "Here, drink your coffee first while it's still hot."
"Thanks..." I grab my cup of coffee and take a sip out of it as I follow Prom's movements, of how he is sitting down on his chair and placing a few delicious looking pancakes on my plate first before he's serving himself a few of the fluffy pieces as well.
Well, where should I start... how will he react to the news that Cor was alive after all this time... to the news that Cor and Ravus, the older brother he never knew he had, have died yesterday because I wasn't strong enough to protect them. That this was all my fault... I wasn't able to save any of them, in the same way as I wasn't able to save Prom when it mattered the most.
"You think about something that you have guilty feelings for again. Out with it. No secrets between us."
I lift my surprised gaze up to him, watching a playful scowl appearing on his lips.
"I can read your emotions from your face like a book," he informs me playfully after I look back down to my pancakes.
"I just don't know where to start," I whisper back.
So I begin to eat in silence, feeling famished after our intense and long sessions of love-making yesterday. Heaven, I could stuff my face full with all those tasty pancakes, they are that good.
Prom only silently watches me, trying to hide his smile when I can't stop myself from literally inhaling down my food. Even Ignis wasn't able to get the pancakes this fluffy and delicious.
After a while, Prom is offering to share a piece of his own information, saying: "I wish you could have met Chronus and Atlas. They were inspiring people. They... no, we, our souls, have been truly amazing while living at that time. Did you know that ancient Accoris was very advanced in technology? Even more so than Lucis today?"
"Really?" I perk up at this, because back home in Insomnia I loved everything that had do to with advanced tech.
"You know what? I'll tell you a secret of mine and then you tell me one of yours. A fair trade, what do you think?" He smiles sheepishly at me. "Normally it isn't allowed to take any memoirs or pictures while time traveling, just imagine when something gets into the wrong hands, the time lines could change drastically. But me being who I truly am... tehe, oh just wait and see what I have in store for you."
With a mischievous grin he jumps up from his chair and walks toward the 'forbidden' door. As I swallow down my food I crane my neck to have a better look behind him just as he opens said mysterious door and then starts rummaging around surrounded by complete darkness.
I furrow my brows at the strange sight. There is... well, nothing to see, only pitch black.
That's curious.
As soon as Prom comes back, I can't contain my urge to ask, "How do you know where to pick up the things you need? It's pitch black inside. Shouldn't there be some kind of visible space, some remnant part of this cave or something? How does this work?"
With a wink at me, he motions for me to pull my chair back a bit and then I let out a whoosh of breath when his warmth suddenly occupies my lap. Small Noctis takes immediately a voracious interest in having Prom's butt sitting right on it, but I place my hands around his hips and wait patiently as he places a red tinted box on the table right next to my plate. Wiggling in my lap to have a better sitting position, I hear him sounding slightly out of breath, "Looks like a black hole inside, right? As I said yesterday, time and space is frozen inside that door, so it's only my intention and my will that calls forth anything that I need. But more importantly, here are some things that I badly wanted to show you."
Eating the last piece of my pancake, I shove the empty plate aside to make more room for the contents of his mysterious box. My eyes do widen in fascination when he lifts up the lid, revealing several rare items from the far past lying inside. I shiver in anticipation when a powerful aura from that box reaches my sixth sense.
Prom breaths out excitedly, his fingers caressing a beautiful silver ring that he takes out of the box for me to have a better look at it. "Can you imagine? All these items, pictures and personal relics I've been entrusted with by Chronus and Atlas, are the only physical proof we have today that Accoris did indeed exist once. It's still unbelievable to me that I've traveled over ten thousand years back in time, something that should have been impossible by today's standards of science."
"It's indeed incredible," I agree with awe. Instantly I can feel a strange and powerful pull towards the silver ring between his fingers. "It's a magical item, isn't it? The ring is calling out for me."
"I knew it... you can feel something. This ring is a gift for you from Atlas himself. It was his, or better said it was always yours to have. But I never saw Atlas using its powers, he wore it day and night. He said to me that you should wear this at all times. He hadn't told me specifically what it does, only that it's linked intimately to your alien powers."
My fingers tremble when they reach towards the ancient looking ring and Prom carefully slides the powerful accessory down on my right middle finger. I let out a pained gasp when the silver metal suddenly melts down on the sides of my finger to merge with my skin, and it doesn't take long until a strong surge of magical power is electrifying my senses and then I hear a worried Prom calling for my name repeatedly while everything around me becomes all dark...
...
A dim lighted place greets my sharp eyes.
The tight passage I'm currently standing on makes me feel claustrophobic, the mash of dark tones of red and green colors around me are clashing terribly, but the stonewalls on each side give off a magical glow that is somehow soothing my fears.
I gulp down my inner uneasiness.
A heavy fog, dirt, bones and skulls, spider webs and cracks in the walls help to complete this image of being in a hellish place.
It reeks of darkness and death.
Where in the world am I?
I get the feeling that I should know this place. It's very familiar to me.
At the same time it feels as if I'm on the Astral plane, but something doesn't feel right.
I look at my surroundings with a frown. Behind me is only pitch-black darkness. The complete absence of air tells me that there is no immediate exit available.
Now the question is, how do I get back to Prom? How do I get back to consciousness again?
I squint my eyes to the long hall in front of me, trying to make out some details in the far distance. But it's futile, the entire place is too enigmatic, and my powers to see beyond the human spectrum of light does help here inside this realm not one iota, well, wherever this realm might be.
So I start to walk carefully forward, willing the Phantom Swords to come out but expecting nothing to happen. I heave a relieved sigh when the ancient swords do answer to my call. I thank them profusely for their loyalty and strength as they rotate protectively around my nude body while my feet take me further and deeper inside this creepy and dark corridor.
Is this still a part of the physical realm? Or the spiritual world? The ground beneath my feet feeling very strange.
I can hear some mystical sounding tones of music playing somewhere in the background and this makes me suddenly aware of being actually in a lucid dream. The kind of dreams where you become conscious of yourself of actually still lying in bed sleeping, and where you become excited at being able to scout your dream landscapes with full capacity of your conscious mind and the ability to direct your will inside your subconscious mind. It happen to me very often in the past when I was a child, and I remember that once I became lucid inside a dream I always got very excited to explore everything around me.
This time I can't say I'm that excited. Not in a good way anyway.
I know now that I could just step through the walls and let myself fall down into the darkness to wake up again.
But something inside of me is telling me to stay.
Several shouting voices beyond these glowing walls become louder, their screaming and whining are giving me the chills and I just can't wait to get out of this place as soon as possible.
It takes me a long time until I finally reach a fully barricaded door that is blocking my path. I'm standing riveted to the spot, reading the sudden written letters appearing one by one before me.
"What is thy heart's desire?" I read outloud with a frown.
My heart's desire?
"Strength and Wisdom," I answer in a steady voice.
The screaming in the background changes to a chilly laughter.
Another set of glowing letters appear after the previous ones vanish into darkness.
"Strength and Wisdom, to what end?"
To save and protect everyone? To help out keeping the darkness at bay? To get everyone's freedom and free will back?
"For freedom and love," I say firmly with confidence. My final response echoing loudly inside this dark place.
The chilly laughter and whining voices stop and I'm now surrounded by a terrifying silence. I think I liked it better when the voices kept mocking me.
"So it shall be. Do enter, wanderer."
In true fashion of a typical dream landscape, the door vanishes entirely and I'm finding myself standing all of a sudden inside a graveyard. The red full moon illuminating this eerie place as a huge, dark figure quickly approaches me.
I squint my eyes again into the distance and I take a step back, the Phantom Swords still protecting me when the figure stops its movements right in front of me.
"And so we meet again, wanderer." His voice sounds familiar, ancient but young at the same time.
The hooded person is terrifyingly powerful. There are several layers of capes and ripped fabrics defying gravity as they flutter magically in the air around him. His aura makes my hairs stand up, and I know that in this current state of mine my powers are not even close to what he is capable of.
"Who are you?" I ask in curiosity despite my urge to stay silent, the sound of my voice acknowledging his advantage that reigns absolute inside this realm.
The dark figure chuckles. His face hidden in the shadows of his cape, glowing red eyes do open their eyelids to stare back at me in amusement.
My heart hammers in my chest when I recognize those eyes.
They are the same hue of red that appear inside my own eyes whenever my magic core gets in some way sexually aroused, or whenever I absorb powerful forces inside of me.
"It's you," I blurt out, sounding somewhat choked in my astonishment.
I always wanted to know who or what this alien power inside me really was, and to be finally able to look him quite literally in his eyes... I never imagined this moment to be that eye-opening.
A delightful shiver passes my limbs when he steps forward and his tendrils of power are licking at my skin.
Instantly I begin to feel safe and treasured in his presence, and my Phantom Swords disappear in a heap of sparkling shards of magic all on their own. There is no need to protect me any longer.
"It took you long enough to get here, Noctis," he breathes out, sounding very excited that I found this place after all these long years.
My trembling hands reach forward to push the layers of his mystical hood away, slowly revealing his face and I pull my hands back as if being burned by him.
"Prom...?"
But how? Why does he look like Prom, red eyes instead of bright blue ones?
He chuckles fondly. "I don't have a physical body. In this realm I take the shape of the person you love the most to soothe your fears."
Not wanting to keep calling him 'the alien force', I ask him, "May I ask for your true name?"
He gazes at me in silence for awhile.
"...does it really matter? I'm neither here, nor there. I'm neither dead, nor alive. All that it matters is that we are. All that matters to us, is that you and I are of the same essence now."
Then his form inches forward again until his surprisingly warm chest touches mine slightly and I realize suddenly that he stands as naked as I am before me, his layers of clothing completely vanishing when his strong arms embrace me gently.
"What are you doing...?" I whisper at him, trembling like a leaf, because his powerful aura gets me insanely sexually aroused.
"We finalize our contract. We become one in mind and heart," he murmurs back.
"Oh Gods...!" is the last thing that I manage to cry out before a powerful wave of magic takes my breath away and his body merges into me in its entirety.
His presence inside my mind is now more intimately woven than ever before.
I can feel his own heart now beating in tandem with mine and I have never felt as excited and alive as I feel right at this moment.
Suddenly I realize something profound.
This feels right.
This is the real me.
"Let's get out of here," he whispers soothingly.
With a loud gasp I feel my current body being pulled back into my physical body. The dreamy landscapes change shapes and colors, until I give away to unconsciousness to take over me, assured in my acquired knowledge that I just freed my most loyal and powerful companion from the subconscious shackles of fear that I myself once forced unknowingly upon him.
...
"..ct! Noct, wake up!"
Something cold is placed on my forehead and I'm inhaling and exhaling air greedily and frantically, feeling as if I just died and came back to life simultaneously.
I know that to be true in a bizarre kind of way.
It's like I have finally found back to my true self, never having known before that a part of me was missing all this time.
My eyelids do open and I can hear Prom gasp in wonder at me. "Noct... your powers... Gods, and your eyes...," he whispers in awe, his sudden, shaky fingers touching my temples as if worshiping my existence, and I watch how his handsome face comes closer and closer to mine.
But before I can say a word, Prom crawls hastily over my naked body, making me realize that we lie in our bed again and without further ado his lips crush over mine with a passion I never knew he still had inside of him after yesterday.
What in the world has triggered this strong sexual reaction from him? Not that I'm complaining...
One could say it's the same as yesterday, only much more amplified, as our lips get bruised from all the heavy and hard kisses, saliva running out from the corner of our lips as our tongues devour each other messily, our trembling hands and fingers are reaching and touching and caressing and rubbing and scratching each other everywhere, both of us frantic to get more pleasure from each other, the sexual arousal between us becoming overwhelming, the tendrils of my magic making Prom sob with ecstasy until I feel my hard cock entering his lubricated passage fully again, and he starts moving his hips up and down in a fast pace while I break our kisses in a dire need to groan out keenly as his tight ring of muscles is pumping over my sensitive erection without mercy. And then he pushes himself backwards, his hands placed on each side of my stretched legs as he continues to ride me in a more slow but steady and heady pace while his glazed eyes never leave mine. I can feel his whole body quivering to my forceful slams against his prostate. Whatever he is sees in my eyes is arousing him beyond words.
And then it dawns on me.
Prom has always been very sensitive to my alien powers. I start to remember that intense afternoon where he and I had sex inside that cave for the first time. Now that my true self emerged, my powers completely awakened, it drives him almost insane with desire.
Heaven, it feels so damn good to answer to his needs, to overload his mind with too much sexual delights.
I can't properly express how much I love it when he becomes undone like this.
Prom is too gorgeous...
His moans turned long silent, a sign where I learned that his feelings and emotions become too much for him to bear. The erotic look on his beautiful face is cheering my hips on to thrust even harder up to meet his downward thrusts, and by Eos, the sight before me makes me reel in blazing arousal as he throws his head far back in his passion, a long drawn husky groan reaching my ears, revealing his long pale throat to me, his flushed chest heaving up and down from his harsh intakes of air, his nipples erect and delectable looking, teasing me to bite on them as his hard leaking cock further down moves and twiches between his wide spread creamy looking legs in tandem to my forceful thrusts.
When my eyes caress over and over his flushed erection, the milky white drops of his precum already ejaculating and reaching my belly, my lips open up to let out another aroused groan while my gaze now reaches the steamy place where our bodies are connected in such a stimulating bonding act.
Please, somebody save me... I'm going mad here... this is too much!
The alien power inside my mind starts chuckling, asking me if this measly amount of pleasure is already everything that I'm able to give Prom, if this is already everything that I'm able to endure, and I hear myself growl at him as an answer to his challenge.
As I watch Prom bending his back in sexual rapture, the connection between us becomes all of a sudden insanely wild. At once something snaps inside our bodies and we can feel each others mutual pleasures at the same time. I can feel from his perspective how my cock rubs his insides and gland with every movements of hips, and he in turn can feel from my perspective how his heat is enveloping me and driving me absolutely crazy. Hell, this level of insanity between us is far too sexy, too potent, there is too much searing pleasure overloading my nonexistent brain that seems to crush my senses to liquid fire whenever Prom rotates his hips in that right way, his twitching hole swallowing me hungrily with every single pump of his tight muscle over my engorged shaft and I can't look away from the lewd sight of my cock entering him over and over. Prom's body is simply too beautiful and too erotic and heaven help me, whatever is happening between us right now is simply too much of everything at once!
I thought our sexual bonding from yesterday had been the pinnacle of our most intense intercourse yet. But consider me blown away for good now. This, whatever Prom and I witness right now, is completely out of this world.
My inner companion chuckles slyly, happy that we make Prom look like this.
I'm obesessed and utterly lost within this erotic play between us...
Despite feeling overwhelmed by all the pleasures, I can't stop my hands from reaching for his hips, and I can't stop speeding up my movements, slamming my hips as hard as I can up into his slippery heat, enjoying his sensual moans, enjoying his gasps for more, greedily taking in how his cock is stretching straight upwards, its engorged head literally screaming for release. I can't seem to take my fill from watching Prom riding ourselves into oblivion, wishing to prolong this erotic madness for as long as possible. But then I already can feel my orgasm approaching and by the frantic slam of his hips I know that Prom is very close to his completion as well.
"Noct, please!"
My cock twitches inside of him at the sound of his breathy, husky voice.
I'll never grow tired of his ardent pleads and beautiful, lusty reactions to me. Never.
So I grasp his straining erection with my hand and start pumping the slippery skin in front of me in a tight grip as I continue to fuck him now in earnest, my cock sliding in fast and short thrusts inside and out of him, his body almost falling backwards from the force, and I grip with my free hand his hip in a bruising hold, the slapping sounds of sweaty skin meeting sweaty skin obscene, until my hungry eyes watch him bend backwards with a hoarse, guttural cry as soon as his slick and gorgeous cock pulses inside my fist and spurts the evidence of his desire up to his chest. And hell, as yesterday, I get hungry to taste him all over again and I pull him to me, relentlessly plunging my painfully hard cock into his wet heat, and I spread his semen all over his chest as if he were a canvas that I can feast upon, and in an instant my lips latch on his skin to lick and suck right at the moment when my own climax tears through my sensitive slit. With a low growl I lift his hips up to take my pulsing erection out of him and I let my own seed mix with his all over his belly and chest. Prom groans out loud, I know from yesterday how much those lewd actions of mine turn him on and with a fierce pull on the back of my head he's suddenly locking his wet lips with mine into a hard open-mouthed kiss. Whispering 'I love you' over and over against my lips in between heady kisses imbued full of passion.
I crush his body firmly to me, my arms almost squeezing the breath out of him from the sheer need for his closeness. The bond demanding to merge into another. His fingers comb through my disheveled strands of hair, gripping them tightly just when we feel our erections becoming ready for a second round again.
And all that I can think of right now, is that this madness between us is just the beginning... that the shared life force between us continues to grow and to grow and by Eos, I'm not sure I'll survive the intensity of our sexual union if it continues to feel as heady as it is now...
Surely human bodies are not built to reach such insane levels of orgasms.
Should I seriously start to fear for our lives?
The ancient companion that is now residing inside and sharing my conscious mind, laughs softly at my delirious thoughts.
I smile against Prom's full lips, as Prom and I practically inhale each other with hungry tongue kisses.
Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing to die in the arms of your soulmate midst sexual pleasures at all.
...
To be continued.