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Simurg	By : Cynthermes Category: A through F > The Cronnex Series Views: 1283 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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It was a few hours before midnight when they walked presentable again on the city steps. The stone houses were empty and not a person in sight was wandering about the city square. Cinder and ‘Theo’ sauntered hand in hand while the former acted as a guide for travelers. The brunet lad pointed towards the two-story slate and granite edifice. “That’s the Headquarters of the Order of the Narrow Blade.”
“So that’s where you indulged in paedophelia.” The wavy-haired brunet god renamed, Theo nodded.
Cinder boxed his beloved’s arm none too gently and snorted. “That child won’t be alive and breathing right now.”
Theo gave him a fake ouch, something he wasn’t buying and replied, “The child who wraps around your leg like a devoted leech?”
The godling shook his head. Where was Ra’asiel picking up this warped sense of humor? “I would have preferred a griffin for company than an annoying jester like you.”
Theo shrugged indifferently. “I suppose a jester can perform more tricks than a scary griffin.”
“Perform a trick for me.” Cinder demanded crossing his arms over his chest.
The one dubbed as a ‘jester’ snapped his fingers and the lad’s vest vanished making him half-naked. The brunet swore. “You perverted jester! Not like that!”
“What? My beloved wants another trick from this perverted jester?”
The phoenix-incarnate fumed. “Dress me back at once!”
“Only if you let me kiss you senseless in front of the king.” Theo was jesting and he practically shoved the vest back on his consort’s flustered face. He smoothed the wrinkles on the fabric and apologized kissing Cinder’s fair hand.
In truth, Ra’asiel was happy that Cind’rikh challenged him so. They were both lovers and gods. They were supposed to treat each other like equals and it took long enough for the godling to acknowledge this aspect of his new life. It had taken the Opposing One’s precious time to mold and care for his consort like a delicate budding flower. He patiently coaxed and urged the skittish and ever-shy godling to stand up to him and even to initiate some of their lovemaking. The result had its pros and cons especially when faced with the Phoenix-incarnate’s new rebellious side. But Ra’asiel was happy all the same.
“I’m happy with you.” Cind’rikh said ever so softly as if answering his thoughts.
“You make my heart melt like molten gold.” Theo cupped his scarlet-tinged face and kissed his cheeks. The brunet giggled when his beloved sought out his ticklish spots. If anyone would witness this lovey-dovey couple in the distance he or she might be chased with an angry colony of bees. They showed their affections openly and clung to each other like coiled lizards.
The imperfect world of the mortals, which the Opposing One was very eager to explore, vanished in the background as his entire being was focused on the person right beside him. Ra’asiel’s golden orbs watched, transfixed at the expressions crossing his beloved’s face at once. He barely heard the stories he already knew and instead listened to that rich baritone voice. That voice would rise in pitch when climax was approaching or rumble low when aroused.
“Are you listening to me?” The brunet lad asked raising a dark eyebrow.
Theo nodded without really understanding the words being said. Cinder sighed. Who was acting lovesick now? He was about to speak again when a blur of gold darted towards his side.
“Cinder!” Elyn called his name the moment he slammed against the other’s ribcage.
The brunet blinked and looked down at the curly-haired blond boy. “There’s a banquet held for Uncle Fei’s honor! That’s the reason why the plaza is empty! Come with me!” He said excitedly and tugged at the other’s sleeve when he noticed the tall bronze solid presence next to the brunet.
“Oh, is this… your ‘beloved’?” Aquamarine eyes sparkled in adoration. “Wow, he’s… just like you.” Elyn looked alternately between them.
“My name is Theo, little one. Please tell me yours.” Ra’asiel seemed pleased at this half-demon child and knew that those words of innocence were rooted from a deeper sense of perception.
“Elyn! It’s rude to run off like that and leaving your Grandfa…” It was Miermi who unintentionally began the introductions and his next words died down in his throat. His moss green eyes were impossibly wide and he gasped. His gaze had fallen prey to Cinder’s companion. For a moment the godling thought the sorcerer would recognize the magnificent form even in human guise.
The elf-like man squinted and luminous moss green eyes studied Theo for a moment. “You’re not from around here, are you young man?”
Theo simply shook his head. “I’m from Caduceus, the witch village.”
“Interesting. The village that vanishes from time to time is what I heard. Is that true?” Miermi curiously asked.
“Yes. Though us, inhabitants don’t feel any difference when outsiders swear that the village moves from one location to another.” The strangely clothed man showed him an amulet.
Cind’rikh could clearly see through the illusion and stared at his husband disbelievingly. Ra’asiel was letting a mortal inspect one of his ‘rainbow medallions’. But Miermi seemed to be convinced of its authenticity and his eyes inadvertently wandered on the brunet lad’s exposed throat. The receiver of that calculating stare immediately reddened in embarrassment and looked away.
“The king would be most pleased.” The ash-blond commented wryly.
“He’s waiting for you Cinder! He kept prodding us where you went.” Elyn added with an ear-splitting grin.
Now he knew where the boy was getting ideas. “It’s a little late for introductions but Master Miermi, this is Theo, my husband. Theo beloved, this is Master Miermi, the herbalist and he recently appointed himself as my guardian. Elyn is his grandson.”
“Master Miermi, thank you for taking good care of my beloved. It pains me that I cannot fulfill my sworn duty as a husband to him.” Theo looked him in the eyes and held his hand tighter in an obvious display of honey-dripping affection.
The elf-like man chuckled much to Cinder’s embarrassment. “So that’s why you would turn down a king’s advances.” And his grandson had to slap that fact on his cherry-red face.
“We best hurry back into the banquet. King Caelas would be most lenient when we bring him your presence, Cinder.” Miermi was still stifling a laugh as he walked ahead of them.
“Come on! I’m curious what face the king would make when he sees you with Theo!” Elyn yelled amusedly and hurried behind his grandfather.
“It seems they like me.” Ra’asiel said smugly and pulled him towards the palace.
Booming music made with a variety of harps, horns, accordions, and drums of some sort greeted them at the entrance of the great hall. The torches were unnaturally glowing with enchantment as they were fixed in a wide circle outside the marble pillars. The people were dancing, some were singing and the others chatted with wine chalices in hand. At the heart of the grand hall, a rectangular-shaped oak table was loaded with bountiful food and wine. However, one glance to the platform and the throne was empty.
The king was nowhere to be seen.
A minister approached them a moment later. He introduced himself as Antoneus, the Minister of Ceremonies and Religious Rites. He guided them to a private chamber to wait for the king. The herbalist was particularly averse to noise the people these days call music and was relieved to be away from the merry-making crowd.
Antoneus explained to them that King Caelas excused himself just a moment they arrived to attend to ‘security matters’. Cinder immediately concluded that the king probably went to interrogate the suspects in the detention chamber out of lonely boredom. He almost felt guilty… almost. Ruby eyes watched as the minister shook his head, muttering something about the king’s lack of romantic interests though it wasn’t his responsibility. For years now he and the other ministers had painstakingly tried every attempt at matchmaking. They selected the fairest, most beautiful, intelligent young men and women to be chosen as future spouses or concubines. But the king merely spared them all a glance before politely excusing himself to brood alone in his bedchambers.
They all knew why the king was acting this way. His heart could simply open up to someone if it weren’t occupied in the first place, couldn’t it? But on that fateful night… The minister finally noticed he was staring at that ‘lad’ who managed to capture their king’s utmost attention.
Cinder stared back, unfazed. The minister did a little tap dance and straightened his face. “I apologize for my rudeness. I guess it’s the fatigue and alcohol.” He smiled sheepishly and appeared to gather his confidence before continuing. “Master Cinder… if… you don’t mind… I was thinking if… you and the king…”
At the same instant, Caelas entered the room wearing a grim expression.
When his navy blue eyes looked up they immediately clashed with ruby ones. His eyes reflexively dipped lower and they widened seeing the love mark on that fair throat. Without thinking, Caelas approached and reached out his hand, intent in touching it when another hand gripped his wrist before it could go any further.
Golden eyes and narrowed navy blue orbs met. The staring match didn’t last for Theo dropped his gaze first and released the king’s suddenly limp hand. “Forgive me, Your Majesty but it is law in our tribe never to touch someone else’s spouse.”
The ebony-haired king’s head snapped up at the word ‘spouse’. Cinder wasted no time and explained, “Your Highness, King Caelas, this is my beloved husband from Caduceus, Theo.”
Miermi saw the king’s world collapse in his eyes. “Oh.” Was the only thing the king managed to utter.
The minister visibly paled as well. The godling immediately felt guilty and Ra’asiel's cold demeanor wasn’t helping to alleviate it. “Let him see the folly of his delusions, beloved.” The latter mind-touched him and Cinder bit his lip. “But it’s not fair that he doesn’t have someone to love him.”
“He is not the only one suffering, my love.” You too suffered the brunt of all sufferings…
“I know but…”
“Your Highness, what happened to the interrogation?” The elven man inquired diverting the emotional twist of events.
Caelas donned his Corinthan armor and placed himself on the role of king. “Olympia has escaped. And the old man died right after we questioned him. An alchemist gave him the poison of truth.”
“Olympia used her witchery to escape or someone else let her. And this old man, was he truly a member of the Order of the Narrow Blade?” Miermi began spreading the cards for them.
“It’s confirmed he’s a member. He confessed he stood guard when higher-ranked members tortured Fei. He didn’t hear what they were conversing about or why they even tortured the man. When they left late that night, they didn’t bother to close the cell door and that was when he heard Fei murmur a prayer to Almighty Ra’asiel. He died right after he said the last word.” The king answered mechanically and his eyes looked dull.
Cinder hid a blush from the peculiarity of the situation. Here they were discussing about a religious coup-de-tat or a possible usurp to the throne and the god mentioned was right here standing amongst them.
“It gives the impression that for every move our enemy makes, an alchemist is often at work.” The master herbalist concluded but the Corinthan ruler merely nodded at this valuable finding. Miermi sighed. He would have to brew this tired soul one of his wondrous calmatives.
“Your Highness, you seem tired, do you want me to accompany you for tea?” The herbalist proposed.
“No thank you. I’m sorry for not being my usual self. Please enjoy the banquet and let Antoneus accompany you back to the great hall.” The king replied dully and made his way for the door.
“One cannot open ones heart to another if it is filled with hollow memories.” Theo said out of the blue and Caelas froze on the intricately designed door handle.
Their gazes met again but a shadow had fallen on the king’s handsome features. Caelas broke the stare this time and went out of the private chamber. The minister was too thunderstruck to move, watching the scenes unfold before his presence.
“We are comfortable here at the moment. Please do as you like.” Miermi told Antoneus who nodded in understanding then followed his liege.
“That was some adage, lad.” The elven man remarked. “He needs time to heal. If he won’t move on with his past he cannot face the present or the future. It is his fault for being lonely, this way.”
Was Miermi siding with Theo? Cinder couldn’t believe his ears.
“I’m hungry.” Elyn complained suddenly breaking the monotony. This lightened the mood somehow and his grandfather sighed. This night has been longer than the previous.
“Elyn dear, we just ate a little while ago before you ran off looking for Cinder. But if you’re still hungry… the great hall is filled with different people. The Daughters have been the only ones making a move and I doubt that we get to sleep tonight if an assassin from the Order decides to show up at our beds.” Miermi said in one breath making the pair (Cinder and Elyn) stifle a laugh.
Theo watched them fondly from the corner of his eyes. Ruby and golden orbs met and for an instant, sorrow showed in those golden depths. Cinder took this as a cue for the amethyst god to leave. It seems Ra’asiel’s human form has outstayed his welcome.
Theo suddenly came over and hugged him, kissed him on the cheeks and told Miermi he needed to leave now with the ‘tide’. Apparently the witch village travel from place to place with an enchantment. This was the perfect alibi for their meetings by the full moon. But soon enough the sharp demigod would notice the pattern and this matter would be brought up. Well unless, Ra’asiel would use glamour, which he was probably using already granted the awkwardness of the situation.
Miermi preferred to stay at the private chamber while Cinder, Elyn and Theo headed out of the palace. Theo possessively draped an arm around the younger brunet’s shoulder while they laughed with Elyn’s childish antics as they walked.
Caelas watched them leave with lonely envy. Now he understood why the brunet who looked very much like Jessan’s twin refused his advances. Cinder is married to another man. If it were twerën, he could easily persuade Cinder to accept his love and be free to love both men. But marriage was a very different thing. Even the Corinthan law prohibits adultery and concubinage if a man or woman is married to another. A part of him praised Cinder for his fidelity to Theo. He was not like any other commoner who would exchange his marriage vows for a king’s pursuit.
However, this trait somehow made Cinder’s appeal to him grew stronger. If only the husband would die or do something unforgivable… then Cinder would leave him and he would be free to accept the advances. The ebony-haired ruler doubted his own logic. Fidelity was hardly cherished even in Gesryma’s reign. Even if he was madly in love with the light Nithaial, Jessan, this still didn’t make them swear loyalty towards one another.
And Nithaials can’t be loyal to one partner no matter what. They have a responsibility to make their loyal subjects powerful by sharing them the power through the act of coupling. This process was an irony itself. Gesryma was also the goddess of love; she was once the wife of Almighty Ra’asiel, the Opposing One. According to the Oracles and Seers of that time, their marriage ended when Gesryma’s Nithaials, Maerdas and Orpheas sealed the Avatar, Ni’nost and the dragons in the enchanted forest of Grymaeld.
The negative power almost died out as a result, causing the cosmic balance to fluctuate violently. At the height of the imbalance, Maerdas suddenly wanted power for himself and murdered his beloved twin Orpheas in hopes of achieving the totality of the elemental powers of nature.
When he utterly failed, varying accounts stated that Ra’asiel appeared to Maerdas in person and granted him dark powers to rebel against Gesryma. Others stated that a pendant dropped from the sky on the fallen one’s feet and this pendant turns out to be the Opposing One’s own. The pendant granted Maerdas more powers than before allowing him to kill all the succeeding Nithaials. Some historians argued that the passages on the Oracle’s gibberish tongue were too vague to understand. The only thing they can make out in unbiased or unaltered form was that after Maerdas’ fall from grace, he gained another form of power with unknown source that swayed him to his path of evil and havoc.
How could the goddess of love allow such a terrible fate to befall upon her sons? How can she allow such transfer of power using that sacred act to be shared only with two devoted lovers? It doesn’t make sense. And here he was pondering such a mystery for centuries while he watched until the figures of three became smaller and smaller in the distance. His hands groped in the air for that person retreating in the horizon. He abruptly caught the sight of olive groves when his body tilted forward and downward.
A panicked scream tore through the haze of his thoughts. “Your Highness!”
Strong arms grabbed his waist before he could fall a death’s height from the highest turret of the palace. That someone tugged him backwards and Caelas collapsed on a much smaller body than his own with a grunt. The king raised his body to find a young man with chestnut-brown wavy locks and eyes that were luminous teal in the moonlight.
It was the young alchemist, Naedas. His masks and fixed smiles were gone and he looked vulnerable and still recovering from his panic. “Y-Your Highness, you scared the wits out of me! Please don’t do that again.” He said breathlessly.
Caelas hastily gathered himself up to allow the other to breathe freely again. “I’m very sorry. I didn’t know what came over me.” He offered his hand for the one lying on cold tile.
Naedas gratefully took it and stood up dusting himself. He was still shaking from the rush of adrenaline. “My goodness Your Highness! I thought for a moment that you were trying to kill yourself by falling!”
“Well, what are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be on the banquet.” The king said massaging his aching temple.
“I was looking for you, Your Highness. I couldn’t see you in the Great Hall so I asked Lord Antoneus where you are.” The young alchemist replied calmly, having recovered now.
“I can understand that you must be shocked to find me about to throw myself face down. I was really unaware of it, honest.” The king held up his hands comically to appease the worry wrinkling the other’s oval brow. “But then, why were you looking for me?”
“I wish to explain my disappearance at the funeral pyre when we were under attack.” Naedas eyes were rounder and emotion was freely showing in them. He now looked younger than they previously assumed having put down his alchemic armor.
“Go on.” The king said simply.
“The witch was not alone. She was just a distraction. There was another one amongst the opposite side, toward the palace. I saw her raise a scepter towards you. I intercepted her but she ran. I followed her as far as the outskirts to the east but she lost me and escaped.” The young alchemist gave him the account.
“Do you care to tell me what she looked like?” Caelas asked with a furrowed brow. His headache ought not to leave him even while he was brooding. His fingers groped for the chalice of strong wine somewhere on the parapet. When he found it he allowed the scorching liquid to burn his throat.
Naedas winced as he watched this careless drinking. “Your Highness, I think you drank enough. Please stop.” He pleaded instead.
“You didn’t answer my question.” Caelas countered as he tried to drain his chalice down to the dregs.
“She wears a white veil laced with gold. Your Highness, please that’s enough.” Naedas practically snatched the chalice from the king’s hand.
Caelas didn’t fight him for it and just placed his throbbing head in his hands. “Who are you to tell me what’s good for me? You’re not my spouse.” He murmured in a defeated voice.
“I’m not your spouse. But I have great concern for my king. I don’t want to see him wasted with loneliness.” The young alchemist reasoned out.
“Then, would you please ease this loneliness?” Caelas said in a voice so quiet, Naedas had to strain to hear.
He knew it was sheer stupidity, the point of no return when he was shoved inside the royal bedchambers. He landed flat on his back against the soft but firm mattress draped with the finest silk and furs. Naedas caught his breath when the king removed his royal cloak, then outer robe. He let them drop on the carpeted marble floor, got on top of him and sealed their lips together, deeply.
His arms instinctively moved to pull away but Caelas pinned both of his clothed arms over his head. He didn’t stop until the younger man was breathless and panting. Naedas’ head was spinning. The kiss was amorously sweet and thick like the strong wine the king just nursed.
A blur of a moment later, they were both naked and Caelas slowly and painstakingly kissed every crevice of his youthful and sensitive body. He moaned, whimpered, and cursed at how easily the king was making him submit to such sensuous caresses. He wasn’t a virgin himself so why was he reacting so strongly like this was his first time?
Hot lips teased the rosy bud on his breast and Naedas gasped. And as if that wasn’t enough, Caelas’ hand slithered downward massaging his very erect member. The thumb was roughly rubbing against the moist head and the friction was starting to drive the one beneath mad.
“Look at me. Open your eyes and look at me.” Caelas commanded huskily and his free hand tilted the other’s chin upward. Glazed teal eyes opened and tried to remain focused on the face of their pleasure giver.
“Y-Your… H-Highness… I…” Naedas shut his eyes again as a wave of enormous ecstasy coursed through his twitching sex.
“Shh… Call me by my name and don’t close your eyes until I tell you.” The ebony-haired man insisted. Caelas started fisting his swollen member and Naedas’ legs trembled unconsciously opening them wider. The rosette of his opening became visible and seduced the king to claim it for his own.
Before the pleasure could crest to the highest peak, that slick hand stilled denying him of completion. Naedas whimpered in frustration between pants.
The king’s body lifted away from him and he watched in almost dread when Caelas reached for something on the dresser. Relief came over him when he saw the bottle of perfumed oil being opened with expert hands. “You didn’t think I would abandon you suddenly, did you?”
Scents of rose and lavender wafted through the room and his back arched when a lubricated digit entered him. It immediately sought his pleasure spot and his hands gripped on firm shoulders for support. “C-Caelas… please… do it now.” He begged as an odd sense of urgency stormed over him.
“I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” The ebony-haired ruler whispered putting another finger to stretch the tight passage.
“I-It’s alright… I can take the pain… I’m used to it.” Naedas struggled to keep his half-lidded eyes open as his lower body suffered blissful onslaught.
“Nonsense. I didn’t intend to use you like a puppet for my pleasure.” The king withdrew his fingers from that tight hot hole. “All I wanted is to love and be loved in return… I was foolish for holding onto a delusion for so long I keep ignoring the people around me.” Caelas sighed and embraced the warm willing body beneath him.
“Does the lad named Cinder make you hold on to your delusions?” The young alchemist asked while wrapping his slender arms around the larger form.
“He is with someone else as I have suspected. But his face reminded me so much of…”
“The Nithaial?” Naedas supplied but his thoughts were reverting to more primal matters at hand. Fortunately the king had the same thing in mind. His hands went back to ease his opening to yield and his swollen member to harden some more.
Caelas indulged in another passionate kiss and devoured those wanton moans of dual pleasure that he was totally responsible for. When he could push a third digit without the tenseness in Naedas’ back he withdrew them and positioned his iron-hard erection against the ripe and ready opening.
“Please…” Naedas whimpered as his control shattered and he wrapped his legs around the king’s hips, the balls of his feet pushing against Caelas’ round firm ass.
The king pushed forward ever so carefully making sure to hit the pleasure spot again. The younger man cried out and without waiting for his lover he breached himself to the hilt of that thick shaft. They both groaned in unbelievable ecstasy. All coherent thought fled the king’s mind and he strongly pounded that body against the mattress.
“Ah! Y-Yes! Ah! M-More!” Naedas more than appreciated the king’s dominating side. He arched wildly at each thrust perfectly angled to slam against his prostate.
Caelas’ navy blue eyes narrowed into slits and buried his hand on tousled chestnut brown locks. He tugged the younger man’s straining face closer to his own. “Now look at me when you come.” The king resumed his powerful thrusts but his grip on Naedas’ hair was immovably gentle.
“Caelas… Please… please…” The younger man opened his legs some more, welcoming that leaking enlarged organ that kept plunging in his body’s deepest, warmest love chamber.
“Look at me Naedas! Look at me beloved…” The ebony-haired man purred as he delivered his final thrust. Teal eyes widened at the last word the king uttered before they both called out at the height of their ecstasy. They collapsed afterwards, utterly spent and satisfied.
The young alchemist still couldn’t believe that he allowed this to happen. He slept with the king! And the king he had watched over from a distance and loved long ago made gentle and fiery love to him… At last… his unrequited love was returned. He barely felt the soft kiss planted on his brow before he went to sleep.
Yet the moment he drifted off, a voice, menacing and mocking spoke in his head. “Naedas, child, I see that you have finally won his heart at last. Now you can use him like a puppet and he would no longer hinder our plans…”
Fearful teal orbs snapped awake. He turned his head to the soft snoring sound of the owner of the bed. Caelas held him in a one-armed embrace and his face looked peaceful… even happy in his sleep.
No… He can’t lose him now! He couldn’t give in to his tormentor… That unknown force that kept driving him to perform despicable acts through alchemy…
Cold fear crept around his blossoming heart and he embraced the king, his beloved protectively.
A figure watched two lovers entangled on the royal bedchamber and smiled evilly. Whether Naedas likes it or not, his mind now belongs to him. That piece of mythral deeply buried at the base of his skull should remind his property of their unbreakable contract.
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