Dynasty of Blood and Flame

Chapter 3

“You know I’ve always wondered what a shabriri grape tasted like.” Mohg felt a warm tongue lick over his eye. “Hyetta seemed to like them enough. You did live so long without one, darling.” Mohg had abandoned his pride long ago. He and Gareth had done unspeakable things to each other over the years, silence would only ever lead to frustration.

“Please, take it.” Gareth dug his fingers into the socket of Mohg’s left eye, slowly drawing it out. He allowed it to burn in his flame while it was still attached to his husband’s nerves. He wanted to let Mohg enjoy it. The humors inside boiled and the delicate membrane burst falling into his core. Mohg convulsed in pain and Gareth held him down with one hand.

“You taste delicious, my love.” A tongue lapped at Mohg’s empty socket leaving the prickle of healing magic in its wake.

“Wait.” Mohg panted desperately. “Your cock.”

“Where do you want it, dearest?”

“The socket.” The glittery healing magic disappeared.

“Are you sure, darling? That’s awfully close to your brain.” Mohg grabbed Gareth’s hand.

“Then fuck my brains out, you selfish piece of shit.”

“I do love it when I get you to curse, darling” an edge of playful cruelty had entered Gareth’s voice. Now things were really starting to get fun.

Gareth slotted his dick into the socket and began fucking into Mohg’s skull. The nerve endings at the back of his eye screamed in protest. The pain was exquisite. Mohg felt himself on the verge of cumming. Teeth grabbed his clit and bit down hard. He screamed and Gareth came into the empty socket. He pulled out and brought his face right up against Mohg’s. Flames diligently scoured away the remainder of his spend and healing magic once again began working to restore the eye. He pulled away to let the delicate organ reconstitute itself. He then began to suck and kiss at his husband’s exposed neck.

“Gareth,” Mohg brought a hand to cup the back of his husband’s head. “I think I’m ready for more children.” Gareth sat up excitedly.

“You are?!”

“I’d also like to try something new.” He whispered what he desired to Gareth and the flame burned hot and dark.

“Is that truly what you want me to do?” His voice was deep and hungry. “You can recant at any time, just say the word.” His husband’s tone suggested he hoped he wouldn’t. Mohg bit Garreth’s shoulder and he hissed in pain and pleasure.

“Yes, this is truly what I want.”

Gareth was glad he’d kept Reduvia as a side arm, although when he first made the decision he never thought he’d use it for this. Mohg’s stomach fluttered under him as he laid the knife at the base of his hip bone. He looked at Mohg for confirmation. His consort nodded and he pressed the knife through skin and muscle splitting him to the base of his rib cage. He cut flaps into the skin and slowly peeled back the layers exposing the organs underneath. He carefully healed any accidental incisions in the soft tissue as Mohg screamed and thrashed beneath him. He tapped twice on Mohg’s wrist. Mohg tapped twice back. Okay he was still good to go. Gareth scanned the gleaming entrails as Mohg choked and sobbed. Ah there it was! Gareth used his knifed to make a small incision at the base of Mohg’s womb. He bucked upwards again and Gareth pushed his hips back down.

“Honestly, darling, I thought you could take more than this.” He held Mohg’s hand. If you need to stop, tell me. Mohg tapped twice. Gareth lined himself up to the wound. He pushed himself into Mohg’s womb and he screamed once again. Thank the flame for thick walls. “Come now isn’t this what you wanted? My cock rammed deeper into you than anyone else could reach? And how could they of course. You’d die if anyone else tried this. Maybe I’ll let you just to show you how much you need me.” He underlined the statement with a rough thrust. “You wouldn’t stay that way long of course, thanks to me. But, it would be very unpleasant for you. I’ve experienced it plenty of times, I’d know. I wonder how long it would take if I let you bleed out like this. I bet I could get a few good fucks in before the ghost left you. That’s what they don’t tell you. It takes a while for the soul to leave you while you’re lying there. You can feel everything as you stare up at the ceiling but you can’t do a thing about it. I think I’d finish the job and cut open your chest. Fuck underneath your rib cage. Maybe I’d even leave something in there for you when you woke up.”

Mohg was close, he could feel it. Gareth noticed too.

“You’re such a whore for me. I’ve split you open upon my blade and still you’re ready to come for me. Well go on then. Nothing’s stopping you.” He brought the tip of his dagger down to Mohg’s clit. Mohg screamed for the third time that night and Gareth released into him. He quickly pulled out and began the difficult work of healing all of the delicate pieces back together. Mohg knitted back together easily under his care. He had made sure to keep his cuts clean, even in the throes of lust, to prevent scarring. He had the misfortune of finding out the hard way that wounds never healed right if their edges were too jagged. Even if he used magic.

Mohg was quiet through the process, still weakly crying. When he sealed back up the flaps of skin over his stomach he began to calm down. Gareth gently wiped the tears from his face.

“Are you alright, dearest?”

“Yes, merely tired.”

“That must have been quite hard on you.” Mohg pulled Gareth closer to him. It was rare that he initiated cuddling.

“Thank you, for indulging me.”

“You’re welcome.” Gareth allowed himself to sit a moment longer. He’d have to change the sheets soon, so that the children didn’t see all that blood in the morning, but for now he laid in Mohg’s arms wondering how he got so lucky.