Chapter 10

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Just when Seth appeared in the front garden of the house where Jim was, wanting to check on him, the God heard a familiar meow as Sethi ran toward him.

Picking the cat up and knowing already what happened a few blocks away, he sighed. Always being in contact with the others to some extent had its effects on their mutually used greater magic…

And a few seconds later when he opened the door to look for Jim with the hairless sphinx in his arm, the always clear sky of the secured area turned black and grey. Thunderstorms appeared all over with a wild angry wind.
 

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It didn't take long to find the knocked-out man. Seth could feel he was coming around and searched Jim's being to detect how he was. The trio of Gods were worried if he would lose himself to the darkness or if he was going to be able to come over it...

Jim was knocked out for long hours in the bed where Mick had put him after finding him in the drug house. Frankly, his body needed that rest, even if it wasn't as effective as it would have been without the drugs and booze in his system.

As he was slowly coming around from a by then familiar presence, he felt disoriented and needed a moment or two to realize where he was. His body was still aching from the new transformations and realized that his wings pulled back into his back some time during his drugged haze. And thinking of his new wings only made the hollowness in his heart grew as his mind caught up with the fact that he was calling for Corey in vain. He was never going to walk in the door or be there lying behind Jim's back. He was gone. Jim was alone. The pain just as unbearable as during that first night.

"What do you want?" Jim dragged himself into a sitting position while glimpsing at the god and the hairless curious cat in his arm. With badly trembling hands he reached for a cigarette and lit it, puffing smoke towards the ceiling. If he was disrespectful with his question and behavior, he didn't care.

"To see you. That's done…" Seth shrugged and turned and just then a huge thunder rolled nearby the house, followed by the meanly grumbling sky and more lightning.

He knew Jim had questions, and also a serious condition. "I also happen to have some more of that dark void blood in my veins... If you feel like shit and all..." he said over his shoulder as a matter of fact.

"What's with this weather?" Jim murmured more to himself, looking out the window in an attempt to focus somewhat more. Then he looked back at Seth as he heard the snappy reply. Their eyes met over Seth's shoulder and silence fell on the room – aside from the sounds of the storm outside.

Jim took a wobbly breath then sighed as Seth's words sunk in. "Sorry. Yes... I need more..." he said quietly and took a long drag from his cigarette so he could stub it out in the ashtray. "You know that, don't you?"

"Yes... Until you are not in control of your body and spirit, you can't control your addiction either. And it maybe could help you to think a bit clearer over the pain," Seth said and walked to the living area, sitting on the couch and watching the outside weather with a closed up face and mood that was totally uncharacteristic for him and his position and the importance of his visit.

Even so messed up, Jim could sense the tenseness and closed up mood the god was in. Watching as the cat in his arm tried to make him feel better with rubbing his head against Seth's chest, meowing and purring softly, Jim scratched his messy beard.

"What's with you? You seem... off. Never saw you like this before," he hummed.

"It's... a sad disappointing weather…" Seth stated turning to Jim. Of course the gods controlled the weather in the secured place, but Seth thought he said enough of what's up with him now with those lines.

"Come and drink. And ask... I know you have many questions," Seth said putting the cat on the couch and peeling off his magical leather armor. He sat and looked patiently at the tall messed up man only in a black T-shirt, holding his arm out.

The cryptic answer didn't clear things up too much for Jim, but then apparently it wasn't his concern. He got used to being left out of things anyway. That made him grimace to himself, remembering the biggest betrayal the closest person did to him just recently.

With a sigh, Jim climbed out of the bed, glad that the room wasn't spinning anymore and stood onto his wobbly legs to drag himself over to the source of the blood. He was trembling for it by then. But it was no surprise. He's always been the addictive type.

From closer he looked even worse. Dark circles under red and puffy eyes, messed up hair and beard and a pale face completed the picture as he sat down next to Seth and took the offered arm and just stared at it for a long moment, fighting with the tears welling up in his eyes as this reminded him of Corey too. How addicted Jim got to his sweet, sweet demon blood. Something he won't ever taste again either. It seemed a lot of things he won't be able to do anymore...

Just examining the male, Seth took mercy on him and with the nail of his other hand made a cut on his wrist to make Jim move from his self-digesting darkness.

"You recalled everything he told you? His last words and why he was doing this?" the God tried to make Jim think and realize things on his own, and remind him about what was at stake in the near future.

"He did this to complete my transformation. To become what I'm supposed to be. And that he's never going to leave me. But he did. He's gone and I don't want to be me. I want him and our love," he whispered hoarsely and took the bleeding wrist to drink from the strong dark blood of the void both Seth and Jim's late love were born from. As he closed his eyes, two teardrops ran into his beard and he kept drinking the strong blood, instantly getting high from it.

He welcomed that feeling with moaning against the wrist and sucking faster, his grip on Seth's arm and hand getting tighter too as he gave in to the greedy hunger. At least it was something else than grief and emptiness.

Seth just nodded slowly and watched the man sucking his Earthly body dry in his pain... "Alright... Maybe think it all over again and search your look and how you physically feel..." Seth pulled his arm away as if Jim wasn’t holding onto it with all his might and stared at the half-changed man's two different colored eyes.

"I understand your pain. I have a... heart too that can be broken by deceive..." Seth said and glimpsed at the storm outside. "But I would like you to analyze things, as an exchange for my blood..."

Jim had no idea that he had different-colored eyes again as he's been blaming himself for Corey's death so couldn't look into the mirror since that night. High and drunk on the god's blood, he reclined back on the couch in a half-sitting, half-lying position and licked his lips clean.

"It sucks, right?" Jim snorted then blinked slowly. "Why should I search myself and analyze things? Frankly, I don't think I can do this. All this savior business. Why? What's left worth to save in this world? The humans destroyed it already. The twins or whoever will finish it. Maybe we should let it. Maybe it's time for this world to fade into oblivion like your home dimension. Why would you want to stay and save it? There are other dimensions where you could be gods," Jim mused with hopelessness and a light slur to his dark speech.

"I see... Maybe Corey said things to be meaningful to you later on. And yes, he did this. And with not caring about it you make it... worthless... You are blaming yourself... So much pain that you can't even think back and realize what exactly happened. You think that, right? You killed him with your mere existence. He sacrificed himself to evolve you. But if you don't care… he vanished for nothing... You really think he did that all so you would just feel pain and leave behind all that mattered to you both?" Seth spoke with calm and cold factuality. If Jim can't see… then they will have another enemy…

"This world was wiped clean and was born again so many times from zero like none other. Yet it's a... particle of dust... So many greater powers are out there. Greater than me, us or any so-called Gods that ventured here. And they are not good or evil... They just don't even care or notice. Can you comprehend that? A human doesn't care about the micro-animals in dust, or the bacteria. Not even think about it but kill universes in that size. The entities outside don’t even think about this galaxy or planet. We have powers here. Like superman," Seth laughed. It was a new experience for him to explain such things on a human language. He was almost a God here, but normal on his home planet. “Really, there were always so many things for humans to learn from. And many did too. It’s fascinating… They used various ways to pass on knowledge. But the real answer is... this place became our home. And yours also. "

"Maybe it was in vain. I'm not worthy for such a grand sacrifice," Jim said just that, looking sad and broken as he stared back at the hairless cat on Seth's other side.

"I see..." Jim hummed. Even if Seth spoke like a god, he understood what he was saying. Many humans would have been probably confused about what he was talking about, but all made sense to Jim. But... "The only problem is that I don't feel like this world is my home. I never did. Actually, I don't feel anything right now. Aside from a nice high from your blood. I just can't seem to find in me to care. I'm empty."

"As long as you can't feel or think about these, you can have time to sort it out inside you. But eventually... you have a pair. A home. Friends who care about you. And your love is with you always as he promised. I get food, alcohol and some of my blood sent daily to keep you in balance for a while. Corey knew that you are worthy," Seth said patting the knee of Jim in a weird movement of his hand, clearly unfamiliar but knowing the human gesture. Standing he picked his armor and cat up. "I have to do something... about the weather... We will check on you. Take care Jim," he said and vanished.

Jim wanted to shout that he HAD a pair and didn't need a new one as that was the only comment that elicited anything remotely close to a real emotion. But he chose to keep his mouth shut and just watched the god, nodding before he disappeared, leaving him alone.

He didn't understand half of what Seth was saying but it was probably his fault too. Another thing to be added to that self-blaming long list. As he fully laid down on the couch now, he let his mind drift in the empty void, refusing to think about anything, giving into said emptiness. Maybe that way he can finally rest a bit.

He maybe even focused on the emptiness, not slipping into things Seth mentioned about his changes or anything. In the nice high of the dark blood he wanted to relax more from all the whirlwind of emotions he went through.

His different colored eyes closed as the pair of runes shone up on his chest. His whole being got covered in a light hue as he turned onto his side towards the back of the couch. Slowly the chestnut wings appeared and covered his body like a protective blanket. And a soft faint voice sang a song for him...

"I wish that you could see me here, I wish that you could feel me here…"* he finished helping to ease the Nephilim’s aching soul.

*Stone Sour: When the Fever Broke

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Some time in the early evening Christos was done with his duties of patrolling and doing some protection rituals to renew the invisible shield around their sanctuary. These were his daily routines, which came handy now to distract his mind a bit for a while. But as he was kneeling by the slowly dying down ritual fire in the bowl in front of him, his thoughts took a turn towards his brothers again. He could still feel the disturbance in the force they shared. But at least the storm outside was quieting down if not disappearing completely. Just the heavy rain stayed by then.

The god with the dread-locks pooling around him on the ground was still pissed at Kerim too. It was a very rare occasion, but now the angel stepped over a line which upset the mated gods and even Christos. And it was going to have consequences...

But his darkening thoughts were soon interrupted by something else. He heard his first Earthly name 'Nabu' echo around him. It was the name the Sumerians and Syrians called the God of Wisdom a very long time ago. Now he knew who invoked him by using that name. Brent. Brent was calling for him...

Closing his eyes, he focused on the cute demon's energies and soon smiled a bit under his nose, sensing him at Christos' place. Making the things he used for the ritual vanish with the snap of his finger, he did the same just to reappear in his home, facing said demon in human form, soaked to the bone from the heavy rain outside.

"Brent... Are you okay?" he asked taking a step towards him with worry as he could feel his nervousness.

"Yeah… Just wet... I was looking for you. Sorry for calling you like that. But you said I can... And it worked…" Brent blabbered with a giggle and shivering cold from all the wet clothes.

"We… didn't meet since... And the others at home are all upset too. And because of this weather I was worried about you and the others... Are you okay?" he asked. His human form had some characteristics of a beast too as he tilted his head looking up at Christos.

"Yes, I've told you that you can use that name. I wouldn't lie to you. Came as soon as I could," Christos walked over to caress the cheek with the short beard and smile from the cute protruding horns among the short hairs. He knew that Brent never learned to fully hide them in this form, but Christos just found it endearing.

"I'm fine, don't worry. Was just a bit upset but my brothers are handling the situation. But you are shivering. We should get you into some dry clothes..." he murmured softly, his brown eyes drinking in the beautiful sight of the wet skin and the black T-shirt sticking to Brent's upper-body like a second skin, making his nipples visibly hard.

Taking a deep breath, Christos tried to rein in his emotions and lust that he's been feeling around the cute creature, but it was getting harder and harder with each passing day. But he would wait for as long as he has to.

Brent blushed and melted like always when he was around the widely built God. He took the opportunity and quickly pulled his wet tee over his head, biting his lip as he could sense through the bond they shared just how Christos felt.

"I wanted to ask… We are... a pair... And so... I have been waiting to find you too... Maybe not so many thousands of years but all my lifetime... and…" Brent swallowed and to gain more courage, he pulled his soaking jeans off too. "I... I want to be close to you... And... be with you… To feel you... Please Christos... I'm dying to be yours…" he whispered feeling desperate by the end of his lines, standing there shivering with his hair wet and only an also wet and very revealing pair of tight boxers on.

The usually composed god had a hard time to stay calm and patient from that sight and he quickly pulled Brent into his strong arms both from the need to feel him close and to start warming him up.

"Yes, you are my pair. And you finally know it and are here.... You wanting me so much too... it means the world to me..." he whispered and as he pressed a nearly desperate kiss against Brent's soft lips to show and let him feel just how true that was, he made them reappear in his bedroom.

"I want you to be mine and I want to belong to you too, my beautiful pair... You are so gorgeous and perfect. Like a dream come true," he chuckled a bit, knowing that maybe he sounded a bit corny, but that was the truth – besides in this world he knew most liked to hear such things. And he wasn't lying...

As he slid his hands down along the curve of the naked back to grab the hem of the wet underwear which didn't leave much to his imagination, he looked seriously into Brent's brown eyes, slowly pushing the wet fabric off to finally see his lover fully naked for the first time. They have played before, but never fully naked...

"Are you completely sure, my love?" Christos asked, wanting to make sure and calling Brent like that for the first time.

"More than sure... Yes... And I feel like you are perfect and gorgeous and amazing and kind to me… And I love you, Christos…" Brent replied and started to peel off the armor-like clothes from the God. His mate.... His lover... He felt dizzy in the head but all the emotions took over him as he finally looked at the wider naked body of his man. His man... Stroking the hairy chest, he pressed his body to Christos' and kissed him slowly but with hunger.

"You just made me the happiest being alive," Christos said right before their lips locked and their naked bodies pressed together. He could feel Brent's rapidly hardening cock against his muscular thigh and in response his own grew harder too as he deepened the kiss even more, savoring the sweet taste of his small demon for a minute or two.

Then he began backing them towards the bed, gently laying Brent down just to cover his body with his bigger one and stole another kiss before caressing the beloved face and looking him in the eye. "I want us both to enjoy this. I know this is your first time. So I just want you to know that I'll make you feel amazing and please, if something feels wrong or you want me to go slower, just let me know," Christos murmured. He's been waiting so long for this and he definitely didn't want to fuck it up.

With that being said, he swiped his dread-locks out of the way and started kissing and sucking on Brent's damp neck, licking off some remaining water drops and feeling under his mouth the fast rushing of the blood of his man.

Brent closed his eyes and caressed his man's head. Down the long locks and the strong naked shoulders. Feeling just how the more human body of the God was reacting to his touches, and how fast Christos’ heart speed up.

"I want to feel you... to mate with you so much... It's been driving me crazy…" the small man whispered feeling like in a dream that finally came true and he moved his legs to let the other man lay between them, making their erections touch.

Shivering with pleasure from the caresses and their cocks finally touching, Christos began kissing his way down to the still erect nipples, hips bucking against Brent's groin to make their shafts slide against each other.

"I know I've told you before, but you taste so good..." Christos murmured as his tongue circled one nipple, the other being rubbed by his thick fingers. "Let me know how you want it, my love... If you have any ideas, we'll do it that way..." he added as he licked and kissed his way down on the taut belly, kissing around Brent's belly button and caressing his chest and side.

The moans, like the other times, got a bit playful and closer, came off the demon's lips in shallow relieved sighs. Just enjoying all the loving attention he was getting. But this time the bearded face kissed him lower than before. Brent’s sounds got louder as he spread his legs more apart to make room for the wide Greek body.

"I know how... I… came prepared…" he panted, holding onto the dreads to make Christos look up at him. "I... did some research and spoke to Matt about things... Technical stuff... So... just want you to know that I'm clean and prepared for you... And I want you to lay behind me and... hold me in your strong arms as we lay on our sides," he whispered blushing but very determined, looking into the big brown eyes.

Christos had an approving smile on his face and he even closed his eyes for a moment to moan knowing that Brent was prepared for him. "You are such a good little demon to me. I love it. I love you," he caressed the naked side, his smile growing wider. "We will do it as you wish then. But first I'll make sure you are prepared. Just lean back and enjoy, my love..." he added and kissed his way down to the erect cock lying flat against Brent's lower tummy.

"I was dying to taste this too..." Christos chuckled low with a thick Greek accent and licked along Brent, looking up to see his reactions. Before this they only touched each other with their hands, but now as his hunger for his pair was growing and the bond between them was deepening, the god licked off the bead of pre-cum from the tip before taking Brent in his mouth with another approving moan. He did his best to dazzle his lover as he knew this was his first time being sucked by another man. The god's hands kept caressing the small demon as his tongue was playing around said shaft and his lips slid lower and lower on it. He wanted to feel Brent all the way down his throat and Christos was working towards that in a very effective way.

Brent already saw stars and his body moved from the strong sensation he never felt before. Curling up on instinct, but that only resulted in putting his legs around the head of his man. His hands grabbed onto the dreads as he tried to breathe and keep his eyes open to see as the full lips of his pair slid lower and lower on his throbbing shaft.

"I'm gonna die from this…" he breathed figuring out what Christos was about to do with his throat.

The god only chuckled around the hard shaft from that, sending vibrations through it with his voice then he finally deep-throated his lover, swallowing around the tasty meat a few times before pulling off of it and just licking around the tip. "You like that? Should I repeat it?" he asked playfully but also satisfied as he was lazily jerking his pair.

"Oh yeah... I love it... Just promise it will feel this good after a hundred years too…" Brent finally collected himself a little bit to joke around like he usually did.

He looked panting at his man. Who was an ancient God... in the form of a massive hairy Greek man and he just couldn't get enough of the sight of him between his legs with his shining warm brown eyes and flushed bearded face radiating love towards the demon.
"I love you… Just make sure it all will last for a long time... I want to remember this for as long as I live…"

"I will do my best to keep it that way after thousands of years too," Christos promised with a chuckle, but his eyes stayed serious too. "I want to give you everything you might need, my beautiful pair..." and with that, he took all of the hard flesh again until his beard and nose pressed against Brent's pubic hair and groin, the musky demon scent making Christos growl and swallow around him.

He kept doing this for a while but when he felt that Brent was about to lose it, he slid off him and moved lower to suckle on his balls too while he pushed his legs more open and up, exposing his tight little hole.

Growling he ran his fingertips gently against the sensitive opening, pure admiration shining in his godly eyes. "I've been dreaming of tasting you here and taking your virgin hole..." he confessed on a deep and sultry voice then leaned in and licked the contracting flesh with delight, letting Brent feel through their tighter bond just how much he enjoyed his taste and what he was doing to him. Kissing and licking and sucking on his hole, he soon probed his hungry tongue into it, pushing and licking deeper and deeper until he could swirl it around inside, his hot breath puffing against the moist skin.

Of course Brent has started to get ready for the mating and tried opening himself up and to play with himself a bit just to know how it feels. But nothing could prepare him for how it actually felt, especially with their bond deepening with every second they shared.

"For a while now I’ve been wanting you to take it too... Fuck, you feel so good…" he moaned grabbing his legs under his knees and pulling them up to give more room for his man to please him.

And what his man did was literally godly… Not that Brent had anything to compare it to, but he just knew for sure. This was the best he would ever feel and he was more than happy about it. "Please… use your fingers too..." he gasped after a while, feeling the urge for more friction there.

"Such a good boy of mine..." Christos couldn't keep back the praising seeing how needy and helpful his soon to be mate was. Stroking along the back of the pulled-up thighs, he nodded. "As you wish, my love..." and with that Christos spit against the hungry hole a few times, catching with his fingers what wanted to slide down and starting to work it into Brent with one of his thick fingers. A deep groan resonated from his broad and hairy chest as he watched his wet finger slide deeper.

"If you feel any discomfort, just try to relax and push against my finger. I promise you'll love what comes next," he encouraged the already determined demon. "You know... I'm very proud of how brave and curious you are. I love it..." he added as his finger slowly bottomed out and he began moving it around to make more room, rubbing more and more of the sensitive spots in his lover, but not curling it yet. Instead he lined up a second finger and expertly began working that in too.

"I'm not all that innocent, though… Just a virgin…" Brent chuckled blushing from the honest adoration of his man.

Laying his head back, he closed his eyes and breathed deeply, focusing on the finger easing into him and already making his body tremble with delight. It was so much different than when he played with himself, but so, so much more and better too.

"My thick man..." he only commented that with a groan as the second finger pushed into him and he felt the stretching of his inner walls more. Knowing what he wanted and what was happening, he moved his hips around a little and pushed against the invading digits, helping Christos open him up more with louder grunts.

Christos chuckled from Brent's comments as he kept working his fingers in with the help of the other man's moving hips, his other hand caressing his thigh. "I know you aren't. You're a perfect match to me... I can't wait to keep you in bed for days to explore every fantasy you might have and want to make into reality..." the god murmured very much turned on from the possibility and kissed Brent's balls a few times.

"But now your thick man can't wait to fuck against this spot with something much thicker..." he chuckled and watching Brent's reactions, he finally curved his wet fingers in the hot channel, brushing and pressing against his prostate curiously.

"Oh... Oh fuck..." Brent cried out as his body curled up from the electric shock-like bolts of pleasure rushing over him and making him get out of breath and dizzy, wanting more. "Only if you promise to bring me coffee in bed... Then I’ll tell you my fantasies..." he smirked at his man, already pushing more against the skilled fingers to feel more.

"Come on, you big God… Fuck me already..." he moaned licking his lips and caressing Christos’ wide shoulder to make him do as he asked.

"I promise to bring you all the coffee in the world if that's all it takes," Christos chuckled then growled and playfully bit Brent's inner-thigh, massaging that spot for a few more moments just to make sure Brent would want it badly.

Then he slipped his fingers out and crawled over his demon to steal a passionate kiss, his erect cock's tip drawing a wet line of pre-cum against Brent's tummy.

"Alright, my brave demon warrior. Time to let me finally conquer you..." the god winked down at his boy and moved to turn him on his side. He quickly laid down behind him, making their warm bodies touch. Holding out his palm, the god made some oily substance appear in it and he smeared most of it in and around Brent's hole, the rest on his thick shaft.

Positioning himself between the butt cheeks, Christos kissed the side of Brent's face. "Look at me. I want to see your face as I take you. You came prepared so you know what to do, my love... I'll stop whenever you say so," he said quickly pecking the red lips with his own plump ones then he began fucking himself into his love with slow short thrusts, going deeper with each but also paying close attention to Brent's every reaction.

Brent was excited and nervous at the same time. He loved Christos’ built, and the tick fingers, but his man also had a tick cock... Focusing on the deep loving kiss they shared, he pushed his ass back to the slowly entering member of the God, feeling it stretching his inner walls but it wasn't as bad as he prepared himself for.

It seemed his caring man made him really ready, ‘cause the demon only groaned and moaned, losing himself in the kiss and touches and kept moving with his pair and didn't even realize when the pulsing shaft got fully buried inside him.

"I love you... I love it... It feels so... full and… I feel it how it’s throbbing inside me... Oh fuck..." he moaned as he slowly swayed his hips and felt said throbbing shaft brush against his sensitive spots.

Christos couldn't form any thoughts for a long moment as he felt utterly speechless from the hot body welcoming him so perfectly. "You... I love you too... and how tight you are... You were born to take my cock and you are doing it so fucking well... Shit..." the god cursed, his whole body trembling from the feeling of finally being buried in his mate so deep.

"You're amazing..." he whispered and experimentally pulled half-way out just to carefully push back in, watching Brent's flushed face with amazement and love. Seeing that he liked it, the strokes of his cock became longer and a bit faster as the demon's ass was loosening more and more with each push. "You feel so good!" he exclaimed and to emphasize that, pushed in a bit harder, groaning loud.

"Of course," Brent giggled nuzzling back to the wide chest, starting to move in synch with his man. "I was born to be yours... We should fit together perfectly... And we do…" he said moaning and lifted his head to ask for more kisses.

And we are really doing it, Brent thought. It had to be because of the mating bond they had, but he really only felt pleasure and hunger for more and connected to Christos even more and there was no real discomfort at all. They were moving together now, really fucking and groaning their joy into the kiss. The demon felt like his whole being has started to melt and form again as he got more lost in the rougher moves and maddening sexy sounds his mate was making. Making Brent want more, so he reached back to stroke the meaty thigh pressed to his and pushed his nails into it to make Christos let himself go more.

Of course the mesmerized god gave Brent the kisses he longed for, a few of his dreads falling forward against his mate's chest. Christos just loved how in sync their bodies were moving and he could also feel how Brent wanted more. He was just so perfect that the god couldn't believe.

As sweat was starting to glisten on his forehead and chest, the god groaned from the nails in his thigh and snapped his hips forward faster and harder, making his balls slap against that welcoming ass.

Then he moved Brent's hand just to grab onto his thigh and move his lower half a bit more on him, leg pulled up and held in place under his knee so he could get into a better angle and hammer his thick shaft against his man's prostate, accompanied by some animalistic growls and huffing.

Brent tried to encourage his love to go harder and faster and let him know how much he just enjoyed it all, but aside of a few whines and moans of his pleasure, nothing else came out of his mouth between the deep mind-blowing kisses they shared.

Indeed they were a perfect match for each other – if the young demon had any doubts about it till then, Christos' thick dick just rubbed it all away. It felt perfect and all Brent could think of was the word “Finally”. He felt a great sense of wholesomeness. Everything was how it should be. It was amazing and made his skin heat up and his soul melt to merge together with that amazing man who kept ramming against his magical spot, making him get so, so close to his climax, he couldn't feel anything else.

"Yes... yes, open up... become one with me. So beautiful... Finally..." Christos murmured in-between their kisses, feeling clearly what Brent couldn't voice, but he gave it to him. Hard and fast and deep, making his own shaft leak into him like crazy as the god was getting close too.

"Touch yourself and come for me, my love!" he panted, watching the flushed and sweaty face swimming in pleasure, their bodies slapping together loudly and frantically by then as they were chasing their orgasm and the completion of the merging process. "Take me as your pair. Take me with you!" he whispered looking down at Brent’s groin and where their bodies were connected. He groaned from the sight then looked into the hazy red demon eyes. Christos never felt anyone so close to him like Brent in that moment and he kept staring at him, planting small kisses against his face and open mouth while fucking him harder than he ever dreamed of for their first coupling.

Feeling so close and opening up to the spirit of his mate, just like Christos said, Brent half-changed in the heat of their mating.

Doing as he was asked, he took hold of his leaking hardness and jerked it fast and hard, twisting his hand on it to the rhythm of Christos' deep hammering thrusts. He felt their bond open up and connect them, merging their spirit into one in the ecstasy as the demon came hard, crying out his pair's name as his hand got messy with his sperm and his inner walls pulled his man deeper hard to make him fill his hungry body. They belonged together...

It was much, much better than the god ever fantasized about it. His whole being was affected as their souls merged together in a beautiful process. It was so damn moving that maybe a tear or two escaped his eyes that were glowing in their godly light and he cried his pleasure into Brent's mouth, kissing him blindly while the maddeningly tight and pulsing body made him release his seed deep into his love. Claiming him as his in every possible way until there was nothing left but kissing and floating high and basking in the afterglow of their completed union.

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