He attacked again and this time successfully, throwing the prince, tired of resistance, onto his back and enter him, moving slowly, loosened his grip, kissing tenderly and sliding his fingertips with ecstasy over the face and lips of friend, who was breathing rapidly from the bursting surges of pleasure.
"Is that okay?" Gedeon murmured in a languid voice, peering into his wet clouded eyes. "You feel good?"
"Yes... A-ah!" Denris's body was suddenly pierced by an unusually deep delight from his movements.
The quiet words of love and gentle purrs... rustling feathers on the wings… inexpressible pleasure… deep velvet whisper:
"Mmm... I'm blissful… I love you, Den..."
This time Denris could not refuse the guy who confessed in love with him and allowed him to do whatever the hot winged one wanted. So… why does the fate adamantly send him such obsessed men? That one is already the third in a row who begs him for intimacy. And what would be next in this libertine society?
Prince was able to notice through the veil of euphoria what a satisfied smile appeared on Gedeon's face.
That smile did not leave his lips the next day, to which the Denris sarcastically remarked:
"Indeed, this merger made you so happy. You are glowing..."
"Yeah…," - Gedeon laughed cheerfully. - "I've been dreaming about this for so long, and finally you've become mine."
"I am not yours! What a nonsense!" - Denris was indignant, shrugging his shoulders. - "I only gave in to you out of curiosity. If you think that I will spread my legs every time you want, then you are very mistaken."
"You liked it... I saw the euphoria in your eyes."
"And what? This does not mean that I am obsessed, like you and all your race."
"I want that you will be happy with me too and I will take into account all your needs."
"I have a minimum of them, just a tiny drop, a tiniest... And I am older."
"For me the age doesn't matter, only size. And you're perfect for me, babe!"
"What? Babe? I'm not your… !"
Gedeon passionately grasped him, who cried out from the tight embrace.
"No! Stop squeezing me!" - Denris protested, breaking free.
"Ha-ha! You like my passion! You like my affection! You don't have to pretend, that you don't want more. You do want me!"
"Why... why are you doing this to me?"
"Love you…"
"Why me? There are plenty of guys of your race around!
They want you, I don't! Sleep with them and leave me alone!"
"I don't know... you're special, Denris. No one has ever attracted me so much. Your bottomless eyes are wet again..."
"Deo... don't do this anymore. This is unnatural for me and makes no sense! Please find other lovers for yourself, if you are so naughty…"
"If it were so, you would not be shaken by such ecstasy. There's no way to hide it."
The young royal did not let go of him for a long time, purring and giving him long, deep kisses, after which Denris fell into unconsciousness.
***
He confidently walked through the city with his head uncovered in a long cloak and without embarrassment looked at the syrinxes passing by in small groups and pairs. They gave way to him, staring at him in confusion, their eyes flashed and shyly turned away, fearing the wrath of the Goddess of Freedom for excessive attention to the new master.
Denris was happy to catch a pleasant feeling of superiority over these magical creatures. Now no one will harass him for sure. Like an Archon, he commanded universal respect when he appeared in society, and no one dared to harm him in any way.
The winged stared at him with even greater curiosity, noticing his approach to the Liorif tower. The exit was secured by two strong guards, who also looked at Denris with interest.
"We are not supposed to let anyone in!" - One of them snapped.
"I need to talk to Liorif… Will you disobey the Queen husband's request?"
The guards looked at each other with slight bewilderment why the victim of the prisoner came on a date with his offender, but without arguing they allowed the royal person to enter the tower.
He found him at the very top under the shining crystal dome, twisted in a chair and wrapped with his head in a thick blanket.
"Did you come to make laugh of me?" - Liorif's muffled voice was immediately heard. "It's good that my wings weren't clipped. Thank you for your kindness, your Radiance."
His citrine eyes blazed brightly under the edge of the fabric.
Denris could not stand still and began to pace around the vampire.
"I wanted to check on you," - he answered quietly. - "You stopped talking to me."
"You hate me, since you set Avilena against me."
"I didn't ask her for punishment," - the prince said calmly. - "I don't want you to be angry with me because of your imprisonment. It was her decision."