Chapter 5 Cure
Kyrian woke the next morning early, before the sun was even above the trees with leaves of silver visible outside the open balcony doors.
He blinked his golden eyes, staring upward in shock when he realized what had woken him.
Mikor lay atop him, his brother pinning him to the bed, and he realized immediately that some thing was different, his nakedness making him feel venerable now instead of safe and contented.
His sibling's inner demon had been roused.
"..Mikor?.." he inquired somewhat nervously, though he felt that he already knew the answer he would receive.
"No," was the reply from his brother's familiar, beloved lips, his deep blue eyes flashing silver as he spoke. "Did you mean what you said?"
"Did I.. mean what I said?" Kyrian asked in confusion, his brow furrowing slightly.
"That you love me, too?"
"Yes, I meant it. I would never hurt you. Nor would I allow anyone else to hurt you."
"But you do want to hurt me," he challenged him harshly.
"NO! I want to love Mikor, and you, too! I need to.. to feel that level of connection with you both. That's all.. I swear."
"Really? Then why don't you take it up the ass instead?"
"Because I- Well.." Kyrian stammered, flushing bright red as he blinked rapidly. "..Because I'm frightened of it.."
"And you think that Mikor is not?" he asked with an arched brow.
"I- is he?.."
"Yes. Quite terrified, actually. I defend him because he fears the penetration. He loves your touch, immensely. It is the final act that he fears."
"But.. but what can I do? I- We need to make this work! I need- fuck, I just need this. Him.. You. It hurts.. If I could just.. Show him how good it can feel.."
"And how do you plan on doing that?"
"I- I will show you if you send him back to me."
"Very well. But you had better not disappoint.."
The silver swirls in his brother's eyes faded as his body blinked, shifting back to deep blue with his return, confusion filling the beautiful orbs. "Kyrian?.. Why am I.. on top of you?"
"Because I just had a very interesting conversation with your demon. So, Mikor.. This is what we're going to do," he replied, handing his sibling a small jar of oil carefully. "I want your fingers inside me.."
Mikor blinked, staring at him in confusion still as the fingers of his right hand wrapped around the jar almost warily, surprised at the soft growl that filled the last of his words. "But I thought that-"
"I still don't. But only because I'm frightened of it. ..same as you.-" Kyrian ignored Mikor's wide-eyed look of protest as he continued. "-But I thought that this might help us, and.. I actually do want to.. to feel your fingers- touching me deep inside.. so please.. touch me, Mikor?"
Mikor shuddered, swallowing with obvious nerves at the pleading tone in Kyrian's low voice, licking his own lips unconsciously as his brother spread open his legs, parting his thighs for him willingly.
"..Kyrian.." he whispered, tone soft and reverent as he dipped the fingers of his left hand in the warm, slick oil, setting the jar aside before slipping his fingertips into his brother's hot, intimate places.
Mikor smiled when Kyrian actually moaned as he hesitantly probed at his opening gently, surprised at his sudden keening cry of pleasure when he pushed deeper still, watching Kyrian's beautiful face twist with emotion. "Fuck, Mikor! Feels good! Deeper!"
"Are you sure? You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"
"Fuck no!" Kyrian gasped sharply, arching his back, clearly trying to bear down onto his fingers, his smooth skinned, muscular body obviously straining for something desperately. "Please, Mikor! Need-"
"What, Kyrian? Tell me how to make it better and I'll do it.."
"Nughh! Mikor.. Fuck me!" he actually whimpered then.
"Whoa, Kyrian!" Mikor gasped, his deep blue eyes widening in shock at his begging-command. "I think things are getting a little out of hand here. Were you not frightened?"
Kyrian managed to still his thrusting hips through sheer force of will at Mikor's words, his low voice strained as his naked body quivered with the sharp, pain-in-his-belly need for release, for friction, anal muscles tightening around his brother's slick fingers reflexitively.
"Look at me, Mikor," Kyrian ordered, studying him with his hungry, molten gold eyes. "I am okay. I want this. I want you, want you to flip me over on my hands and knees and shove your cock up my a-"
"Okay!" Mikor interrupted him, chewing on his own lower lip as his face flushed bright red in response, extending down to the fair skin of his throat quickly. "Okay. I will do it. Just.. Please don't say that kind of thing, alright? It's embarrassing.."
"Mmm.. No promises, baby brother," Kyrian hummed teasingly. "It makes me hot.."
"Kyr.." Mikor whined, shivering when his brother pressed his fingertips to his parted lips lightly, the touch lingering and gentle, strangely standing out in his mind more then the sexual stuff they'd done so far.
"Shh, my love.." Kyrian whispered, propping himself up on his elbows to press his lips to his brother's in a hard kiss, breathing against his mouth roughly, pleadingly, "Come inside me! I give Thee my purity, take it and receive my heart for yours, uniting us as one, forever."
"Forever.." Mikor moaned against Kyrian's mouth in reply, breaking their kiss unexpectedly, obviously reluctantly.
Kyrian shuddered involuntarily as his brother took firm hold of his arms, gasping sharply as he then rolled him over onto his belly, yanking him up by the hips and onto all fours, draping himself across his back like a warm blanket.
Mikor smiled when Kyrian quivered beneath him, though his brother's trembling did concern him somewhat, until he begged of him hoarsely, "Please, Mikor- Ahhhh!"
Mikor cut off his words abruptly; dragging that tortured sound of pleasure from his brother's throat as he wet his hard, eager cock with the oil and shoved deep inside him, drawing a slightly pained grunt from Kyrian's lips with his abrupt descent.
But he pulled out and rammed back in harder, over and over again, wanting to drive him past the pain and into the pleasure of their coupling.
Kyrian gasped, his eyes going shut tightly as a stabbing pain filled his nether entrance, hardly able to bear the stretching bite directed at his sensitive inner tissues.
But he shoved his inner demon down ruthlessly with a silent snarl as he tried to rise to his defense in response to his panic, clearly struggling to relax his body's muscles after his brother's intrusion.
Then, suddenly, Mikor's hot, slick cock hit something inside him, deeper then before, that had lightning bolts flashing, dancing across his vision as he groaned loudly.
Mikor stilled at the sound, obviously concerned, but Kyrian shoved his hips back against the cradle of his brother's warm thighs, silently entreating for more.
So Mikor gave it to him, growling softly as he resumed his thrusts, his gaze turning possessive upon his brother's bare, sweat-glistened back, giving him everything, his heart's love, and all the strength that he had in his soul, transcending his physical strength with the force of his love for him.
When it was finally over, they both collapsed, sweat-soaked and panting heavily, slick with each other's seed and in tangled limbs upon the mattress, holding each other close as they each trembled in their sibling's arms and kissed and caressed lovingly, silence a warm comfort and okay for now to just be.
Rafael stood before Islah, his dark ebony eyes fixed on his beautiful cousin intently as the slight breeze stirred his shoulder length blonde hair.
They were outside here rooms in the small garden gazebo there, and in his arms he held a rather thick book, as they had been searching through a selection from the private family library together, it's shining silver cover standing out against his black robes obviously.
"I have found it, Islah," he informed her softly. "It is all here. The legend. Your legend. A silver-haired, beautiful half-demon maid, with two brothers and raised by three father's, but who is mute. She can find her voice by seeking out her soul mate and lying with him."
Islah turned then, her beautiful green eyes staring up at him as she smiled a content, beautiful smile and stepped closer still, taking the book from him and setting it aside carefully on the small bench nearby before placing her small hands on his forearms at first, sliding them up to his broad shoulders with obvious tenderness.
Rafael blinked, perplexed by her expression and touch, but then he realized what she wasn't saying, because she couldn't communicate verbally what her beautiful green eyes spoke so clearly.
"Islah.. Are you sure about this? Really sure? I mean, I am your cousin, and I know that this matters less among demons, but.. What if you are wrong? That I am not your mate? You only get one chance at this."
She shook her head slightly, pressing two of her own fingers to her lips, then to his, indicating without words that her was he choice in this.
"Very well."
Rafael kissed her then, first her fingers, then her lips, his strong arms lifting her up by the hips, allowing her back to rest against one of the wooden posts of the gazebo as he abruptly shoved up the long white lacy skirt that she wore, baring her quivering belly to his heated gaze.
She arched against him, her lips parted in wordless supplication, not really surprised that he knew instinctively the way that she wanted him, needed him.
Islah mewled soundlessly, clawing at his back unconsciously as he filled her quickly after freeing himself from his soft black robes, shuddering as his right hand slipped beneath her silken pink silver-buttoned shirt to touch her, caressing her creamy body lovingly and kissing her lips as he took her innocence.
Islah moaned low, though not audibly, arching her back slightly, visibly trembling, her delicate body quivering in his arms as his hips moved sharply.
Rafael shuddered as his beautiful cousin's body surrounded him, growling softly with pleasure, unconsciously baring his shining white fangs, his black eyes gleaming under the light from the moon as his right hand palmed her right breast, causing her to purr in response as he caressed the soft, rounded swell of flesh gently.
The speed of his thrusts increased then abruptly, and Rafael somehow got the impression that she would have squealed with passion if she were capable of sound at this point, her sharp little claws digging into his upper back, her body tight with tension against his.
She was clearly struggling to hold back her release, waiting for him to join her, and his dazzling smile made a reappearance at the thought.
His cousin wailed soundlessly, her doggie ears shaking within her endless silver tresses, but he was long past caring about anyone hearing them, snarling in response as he filled her with his essence.
Islah convulsed against Rafael, clinging to him even tighter, screaming as she came. "Rafe!"
"Islah.. You said my name. It worked."
She nodded, limp and humming contentedly in his arms, clearly worn out as he smoothed down her skirt for her after pulling out carefully from within her body. "Thank you, Rafael.. I love you."
"I love you as well, cousin.." he murmured, shifting her in his arms tenderly until her head rested against his chest and he was holding her bridal style. He smiled at the way her quiet breathing caressed the bare skin of his neck to the right side near where his face rested. "Shall we retire, Islah?"
"Mmm, yes.. Take me to my rooms please, cousin?"
"Of course," he replied, gathering up the small stack of books and settling them on her lap before beginning the walk slowly back in that direction, enjoying the solid weight of her in his arms. "Shall I stay the night with you? Or would it be better to inform our family first?"
"Stay with me," she whispered breathlessly, still shaking with the after shocks of the force of her climax. "We can tell them all tomorrow. That is soon enough."