Dynasty of Blood and Flame

Chapter 7

Mohg and Gareth waited for a weekend when Gwyneth was visiting with her sister to strike. They had wanted to try this particular experiment since before she was born, but did not wish for her or anyone else to walk in on them. They’d be traumatized, probably even call the city guard. Gareth had to admit, even though he’d set this up himself, with nothing but love in his heart for his beloved, it did look pretty bad.

“What are the grooves for?” Mohg asked. He was shackled down at his own request. Gareth knew he could easily break free of his iron bonds but it was still exhilarating to see him at least pretend to be so powerless before him. Mohg trusted him with his very life, how could it not be? The table he was shackled to was custom made, commissioned from the smith who had once served Rykard at Mount Gelmir. He knew it was a gift for Mohg and he knew something of its purpose based on the design, but he had likely assumed it would be put to rather different use.

“You’ll find out.” He carefully scoured his knife with flame before they began. It was not one he usually reached for, a misericorde, a surgeon’s weapon rather than a bandit’s. They both wanted to prolong this as much as possible, it would be better to use this, a blade meant to offer mercy, than one of his usual daggers, meant to part a man’s life from him as quickly as possible. He did intend to take Mohg’s life tonight, but he would do it slowly, lovingly, snapping each of the threads that tied his soul to his body one by one.

Gareth started with a kiss, pushing himself further and further into Mohg until the core of his flame met Mohg’s face and suddenly teeth met teeth. “That was real, wasn’t it.” Mohg stated, surprised.

“That was my skull. You never came close enough to my center to feel it before. Is it too disturbing to you? We can pause if you’d like.” Mohg leaned up as far as he could without breaking his bonds, clicking their teeth together. Despite his newfound durability, his tongue still burned as he begged for entrance. Gareth parted his jaws allowing Mohg inside and his tongue swept along dry, charred, bone. As he withdrew to catch his breath, Gareth clamped down on the very tip of his tongue, severing it. Mohg watched as he let it burn inside him. “You are delicious as always darling. I can’t wait to utterly consume you.”

They’d agreed on a few things beforehand, they had to for something of this magnitude. Gareth was to leave Mohg’s horns completely untouched, he was not to be held down by magic, and he was not to be poisoned. He preferred to bleed to death, though the exact method of exsanguination was left up to Gareth. With so many years to plan, he had come up with a method he believed they both would enjoy. They had consumed so much of each other over the years. Their mutual appetites for each other's blood had only grown with age and closeness. That they would escalate to consumption of each other's flesh as well, well it seemed like an almost natural progression. And so now Gareth slowly carved away slivers of Mohg’s skin, careful not to take enough to put him into shock, and dutifully consumed each piece. His blood pooled and flowed into the grooves within the table, both keeping it out of the way of his work and directing away into the base.

Mohg was sopping wet just watching. He had been able to indulge, and even luxuriate, in his desire for the flesh and blood of others thanks to his followers. Blood tasted all the more sweet when it was freely given. Victory over the mind and soul was much harder earned than over the body. However, he had never considered how it felt to be on the other end. Gareth was doing exactly as Mohg had taught him, avoiding vascular areas like the chest, the inner arms, the inner thighs, the head, and the genitals to ensure he would remain conscious for as long as possible. Mohg slightly regretted agreeing to a more drawn out death, if only because he wanted to watch his husband gorge himself on his body. To watch him lose control and rip into him with nails and the burnt remains of teeth. Next time perhaps.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” Gareth moaned as the flame ate through his first hunk of muscle. He was painfully hard. Mohg trusted him enough not only to let Gareth kill him but to allow his body to become a part of him. He was ready to cum in his pants like a teenager at the very thought. “I wish you could be my every meal. Your very presence already sustains me, but I feel as if I could grow into a god greater than any other if I were to feed only upon your flesh. I would feed myself to you as well. I would ensure that you were never empty of me, whether I filled your stomach or your womb. You have already become so strong feeding upon my blood, imagine what my muscles, my bones, even my heart could do to you.”

Mohg moaned at the thought. His wounds began to bleed out faster as his heart picked up speed. Gareth continued to carve pieces off him though he could feel he was fading fast. “Do not make promises you cannot keep.” Mohg fought the urge to rip through his bonds and touch himself.

“You think this is only dirty talk?” Gareth dug his hand into an already existing wound hoping the sting of pain would keep Mohg lucid. “I want you to consume me. To take every part of me and allow it to become your own. I want to never be parted from you. What better way to do that than feed myself to you until you can stomach nothing else?” He cut deeper into Mohg than he had before, drawing a small gasp of pain. “I no longer have any need to eat, but yet I want to take you within me. I want you to become a part of me, so that I will never lose you, no matter what the future brings.” Gareth removed a shimmering lump of muscle and cooked it within himself. “Would you grant me that?”

Mohg held on by just the barest thread of consciousness. “Yes, I would.” He sputtered.

“I hoped you might!” Gareth gleefully slit Mohg’s throat with his dagger and latched onto the wound with his charred jaw. He couldn’t generate suction to pull the blood from the wound, but he massaged the area around it to coax the blood from Mohg’s veins as the flames eagerly lapped it up. The final thread broke and Mohg slipped into darkness. It wasn’t necessary, he would fade into dust if he allowed him to, but Garreth let his flame spread over the body, burning it to ash.

Mohg awoke the next morning next to one of Gareth’s little bonfires. It had worked! He was still alive! Death would never take him before he was willing to let it! He felt his neck. No scars either, he was exactly as he was the day before. He found his husband in the dining room, waiting with breakfast, a glass of rose red liquid next to him. “Awfully early for wine don’t you think, dearest?” His human mask broke out into a relieved smile which then faded into something more colored with mischief.

“This isn’t wine.” He took a sip, leaving traces of ash on the rim of his glass. The contents were far more viscous than wine should be. Mohg caught the smell of iron in the air. “I collected the blood you shed last night. You really are the best thing I’ve ever tasted, far more intoxicating than even the best vintage.” He quickly downed his glass and Mohg felt himself grow wet again. “But enough about how you taste, right?” He winked and began to strip. “You really must tell me how I compare.” It really wasn’t just dirty talk. Mohg could feel the drool threatening to leak past his teeth.

“Do you have anything you wish to remain off limits?” It felt so obscene to hold him like this, his husband offering himself up completely naked while he remained fully clothed.

“No, I wish for you to consume me completely. Make every part of me yours.” Mohg held him down against the table and licked a stripe up his cock.

“You are in no position to make demands of me, dearest.” He slipped effortlessly into the dominant role. It had been the one he’d played in most of his other relationships. Most had just expected that of him. He was larger, more frightening, more charismatic, it was expected that he was the one to take the reins. He enjoyed it certainly, but it was nice to be able to switch off with his partner when he so desired. “You exist only to sate my hunger and slake my thirst, do you not?”

“Yes, I exist only for you.” Mohg curled his tongue around Gareth’s cock wringing a moan from him.

“Then you don’t need this anymore, do you?” He bit it off at the root and swallowed. Gareth screamed in pleasure as Mohg lapped at the blood that poured out of the stump. He would need to move quickly, after such a serious wound Gareth would be fading fast. Mohg tore into his stomach, savoring the taste of his blood and the feeling of tight muscle shredding under his teeth. He half expected to find his own flesh and blood within his husband’s stomach and intestines as he devoured them, but they were empty, nothing having entered them in decades. Disappointing. Mohg dug further up, roughly breaking open Gareth’s rib cage. His exposed heart still beat weakly, struggling desperately against the shock and blood loss. Mohg closed his teeth around it, delighting in the feeling of blood rushing into his mouth. The flame snuffed out like a match and the back of Gareth’s head landed roughly against the table. Mohg didn’t look up, but continued to tear through his lungs uninterrupted until his body returned to ash.

Gareth returned again at midday, just as he was that morning, as if nothing had happened. As if he had simply returned from some early business away from home. However, the warm, comfortable weight of muscles and organs inside of Mohg reminded him exactly what they had done to each other.

“Thank you for breakfast, dearest.” The drag of his teeth on Gareth’s neck now more than a kiss, a promise of more to come.

“We truly are incorrigible, aren’t we.” He laughed and it was like warm torchlight in the dark. “We are well and truly fucked in the head.”

“I would not wish to have you if you weren’t.”

“I do mean it though.” Gareth said, suddenly serious. “There’s no going back from what we’ve done. Now that I know the taste of you, I feel that I’ll crave you every waking moment.”

“Would you wish to go back?”

“No.” He answered without hesitation. “...Does that frighten you?”

“I am the one who gutted you with my bare fangs and you ask if I am frightened?”

“Well I don’t know, consuming flesh is an altogether more severe transgression than drinking blood. I was worried you’d perhaps think I’d corrupted you somehow.”

“That you had corrupted me?”

“…I’m being ridiculous aren’t I.”

“You are always being ridiculous.” Mohg sighed in annoyance. He supposed at least, that his incessant worry was a testament to how much Garreth cared for him. He did not need to be coddled, never had been coddled, even as a child, but it was oddly nice to be with someone so concerned with his well being, even if it was occasionally annoying. “You have not corrupted me, nor do I see anything wrong in the ways we have taken pleasure in each other. You have given me a gift. We may consume each other over and over again, even live solely off each other’s bodies if we wish, and no harm will ever come to us. I no longer need to worry about dying, do you understand how liberating that has been for me?”

“I only granted you access to the privileges that should have been yours by right.”

“Privileges that I fought my whole life to gain.” Mohg corrected. “We have both fought for them, we have a right to use them however we wish, even if we wish to use them for utter debauchery. I do wish to put them to such a purpose, if that sets your mind at ease. If anything, we have only scratched the surface of what I wish to do.” He stared hungrily at the god before him. “If anything you suggest makes me uncomfortable or if after the act I decide I found it not to my taste, I will tell you.”

“We still have a day before Gwyneth returns…”

“And what do you suggest we do in that time?” Mohg pulled Gareth’s hand to his mouth, dragging his teeth across his fingers.

“Would you allow me to give you another child?”

“Gladly.” Mohg bit down and licked the blood from the stumps of his fingers as his husband slowly regrew them.

“How many this time?” Gareth pushed up Mohg’s robes with his good hand to expose his entrance. The taste of him had already made Mohg wet.

“Three. I believe we can manage three at once now.” He lifted Gareth’s forearm to his mouth silently asking for permission. The King Eternal slid into him.

“Take as much as you like, you’ll need to keep up your strength.” Mohg bit down hard, his fangs scraping against bone and Gareth came.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware that I’d married a teenager.”

“What need do I have for stamina?” He shrugged but began rubbing Mohg’s clit in apology as he thrusted. “The more I can pack into you the more likely it will take.”

“You could ensure it would take with one, couldn’t you?” Mohg bit down again, tearing away more of his arm. Gareth grit his teeth, this time managing to contain himself.

“Now where would be the fun in that?” He buried his face in Mohg’s chest, attempting to burn his scent into his memory.