Love Is Always Write Volume 4

still held by Kekoa.
    With his other hand, Kekoa pronounced more incantations, and the cage released the jeweled beast. It floated until centered upon the boule containing Darien's offering. Fingers intertwined, their hands closed on the hilt of the dagger, they sliced the lizard-like sacrifice together. A liquid as transparent as crystalline water escaped from the wound, dripping over flowers and fruits and making them crackle as if an inner fire consumed them.
    "We give you the blood of a creature of the earth so you don't ask for ours, Mother, Queen, Owner."
    Darien remained speechless as the lizardesque animal settled over the other contents of the sacrificial bowl, and the entire oblation disintegrated inwardly, as if devoured by a black hole. A continuous crackling sound accompanied the vanishing, and the aroma of sunny valleys surrounded them.
    Hands still laced, they lifted their arms, releasing the dagger, which ascended in the same uncannily straight manner to the breast of the goddess, doing a one hundred and eighty degree rotation to disappear as it had appeared.
    Every pore of his body hummed, and Darien felt elated, renewed—as if what he'd just witnessed could clarify all the queries his soul had been harboring unbeknown to him.
    Kekoa chanted again, never losing the hold on Darien's hand. The boule returned to the pedestal, and the altar disassembled, its parts returning to the temple's walls.
    They'd done all this standing side by side, and now, Kekoa turned to face Darien with his entire body, holding both hands in his. Flashing cobalt eyes and sunrise-colored lips smirking with delight greeted Darien. "It would be a nice offering to make love at her feet."
    The whirlpool swallowing him became a groaned, "Yes."
    CHAPTER 9
    Kekoa undressed him with the same reverence he'd just used to offer a sacrifice to his deity. A presence Darien sensed thrumming within him as if he had adored her his whole life.
    Once both were naked, Kekoa covered every part of him with wet kisses, stopping to bestow special emphasis on his more tender and sensitive areas. Kekoa's hair trailed behind every kiss, enhancing the marvelous sensations. When Darien rested on his stomach and Kekoa finally kissed him between his cheeks with a playful lick into his hole, he knew what he really ought to offer.
    He arched his body seeking the guardian's face. Confused for a moment, Kekoa peered at him. Darien nodded, turning his body again to rest on his back and pulling Kekoa between his legs. "I need you inside me. I want to give this up at her feet. I feel it means something for you, for me, for her. I still don't know what, but I'm positive it's the right thing to do."
    "Our union is sacred. With each passing second, it is dawning on you more clearly. I can promise you eternal love, my mate; you just have to accept it."
    Darien relished the thickness of Kekoa's cock nestled between his cheeks, spreading, teasing, leaking. "Is that what I'm feeling? That we're mates and meant to be together."
    "Yes." Kekoa kissed him, biting his lower lip softly and laughing as Darien wrapped his legs around him.
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    "There are no such things as coincidences," Kekoa told Darien, his chest ready to explode. His mate made an offering with him to his goddess, and she'd received it with open arms. Now, his explorer was about to give an even bigger oblation: his manhood. "With this we become equals, as one."
    "What I want exactly. Completely yours, completely mine." Darien's deep voice caressed him. His once vestal fragrance had turned into the piquant rumble of a sandstorm.
    Kekoa kissed his mate again and traveled south, marking the way with licks and more kisses, until he took Darien's cock in his mouth. Darien groaned and writhed happily, thrusting upward, desperate to give him more. Kekoa settled Darien comfortably over his lap. With one hand, he controlled the rigid cock massaging his lips and used the other to tease the still virgin cavity. His abundant fluids provided the perfect lubrication for the debut about to happen.
    Fiery curls swayed, and Darien grunted, "I cannot take this anymore; what are you waiting for?"
    "Say it," Kekoa chuckled, letting his cockhead breach the tight ring just a little more.
    "Sodding imploding byotch! Please, Kekoa, fuck me from here to Nova and back!"
    The potent order activated every atom of his being. "Aye, aye, my Captain." And, thus, Kekoa spiraled with his mate to the place where Oblivion and Bliss are