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“You can maintain this?” Perl says softly, voice catching with desire but still wary.
Kerik does not wish to wait. He does not want questions. He snarls, “Do not doubt me, faerie. I am your Magician and your Master.”
Perl gasps, clear pleasure on his face. His own desire growing to match Kerik’s magically enhanced need. Kerik growls as Perl shifts, reaching up to grasp Kerik’s bare thighs and lick the length of Kerik’s cock, face flushed with eagerness.
The pleasure, just from that touch of Perl’s tongue is exquisite, as intense as spending. Kerik groans and jolts his hips forward, forcing his cock against Perl’s lips as he grinds out, “Do not tease me, thrall.”
In response, Perl leans forward and swallows Kerik to the root.
He obeys Kerik’s snarled demand, sucking hard. The flames of desire roar in Kerik’s blood. He takes hold of Perl by the hair on top of his head and thrusts into Perl’s mouth viciously. Even more viciously than he had before in their chamber. Desperate to spend and forcing Perl to choke around Kerik’s cock, deep in his throat.
Kerik fucks Perl’s face, bruisingly hard, chasing his spend like a great storm on the horizon. He can already feel the edges of it, so powerful it's frightening.
Perl is making desperate noises, choking and struggling, eyes watering. It is sweet, Perl’s tear-stained cheeks are so flushed. He is so beautiful like this, obedient as he is being used, spittle leaking from his mouth.
Kerik comes in only a few deep thrusts down Perl’s throat, with a deep groan.
The crazed fog of the flames of desire lifts as he pulls his cock from Perl’s mouth. Perl gasps as he is freed. Kneeling, gazing up at Kerik, dazed, lips still parted.
“I love you,” Kerik says, falling onto his knees before Perl to kiss him, kiss the seed from his lips, again and again. “I love you,” he says. “Everything you told me is true. Everything you’ve done for me is brave. I love you. I love you, faerie.”
He is breathless when he leans back, and Perl says, “Kerik, I…”
Kerik touches Perl’s lips, brushing away a tiny scrap of his spend that somehow escaped all the kissing. “You don’t have to say it back to me.”
“It is customary, I know,” Perl says.
“It is. If you feel the same.”
“And it is not that I do not feel it. But I am fae and we do not simply throw our emotions around like mortals do.”
Kerik laughs. “I suppose that will do.” Because he knows Perl’s heart whether Perl speaks its truth or not.
“So, now what?”
Kerik smiles. “I complete the final test. You ask for Iceheart and I become the most powerful mortal magician that has ever lived. And we return to Azuria, join my brothers and slay Ur-Durik.”
“And what about becoming Duke of Fanost?”
“I’ve never even been to Fanost.”
“Yes you have, you’ve been to Lunatum.”
“I barely remember it.”
“And what about becoming a Great Wizard Emperor with me kneeling at the foot of your throne?”
Kerik bites his lip. “Truly, faerie, when we defeat this demon there are very many places I will have you kneel for me.”
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PERL
The bell chimes and the Ice Hall erupts with cheers.
For a moment, Perl barely knows what is happening.
Then he feels someone standing behind him, “Perlash-zeren-ai, my dearest, my most favoured.” He stands from his stool, turning and Exeinil embraces him, the press of her delicate body under masses and masses of crunching, bejewelled silk.
