The Ilia's lovers - Chapter Seven

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The Dos’ram bench was already out and ready with oil warming, by the time Dahnus and Hadith returned to their rooms.

For the Raqhan, Dos’un’ra was a deeply spiritual experience. It was a massage bench, with the aim of enjoying the body of your lover, worshipping the goddess they believed all women were, trapped in mortal form to bring life and it was a way to transcend the sexual experience and creating a spiritual union.

Dahnus had learned Dos’un’ra from an experienced Raqhan practitioner and one of his first lovers, when he was at university, before he met Hadith.

He’d found Dos’un’ra a great tool to help his adalan let go of the stresses he kept close to him. It was something many trauma survivors lived with, hyper awareness, catastrophising. The body had lived in a state of stress for so long, it looked for reasons to be afraid, even when none existed.

But for Hadith, the lover, the future Ilidan of Amara, there were many reasons for him to feel afraid, to catastrophise, to be stressed.

As soon as Hadith entered the room, he stopped, his eyes fixed to the bench, wary.

Dahnus smiled.

He’d had Marstam heat the Ecra flower oil. The room was redolent with the scent.

Hadith knew what that meant.

‘Come, my heart,’ Dahnus said, holding out his hand.

‘I don’t want to talk, Dahnus.’

‘I know. That is why you must.’

Taking his heart’s hand, Dahnus led him over to the bench.

Already, his cock was hard and so was Hadith’s. He might not want to talk, but he wanted everything else that came with the Dos’ram bench.

The massage. The orgasms. The fucking.

Dahnus looked at his heart’s face and smiled, taking in every loved line of him. His full lips. His startling mauve blue and aqua eyes, the dark skin of the adalan that made the light cast him in part shadow sharpening his cheekbones, his strong, dimpled jaw, the thick, elegant column of his neck.

Dahnus stroked his hands over his heart’s brow, feeling the small muscles relax under his touch. He kissed his forehead, the end of his nose, his lips, and chin, flicking his tongue over the dimple.

Turning to his clothes, he started to undo the buttons, exposing Hadith’s smooth, muscular chest.

He’d worn a light turquoise top, to complement Dahnus’s eyes, while Dahnus wore a mauve blue top with aqua accents to compliment his adalan’s eyes. Hadith dressed them, making sure that their clothes always spoke of their union, their unity.

Dahnus couldn’t say the words out loud, couldn’t tell his people this adalan was his future Ilidan, so he wore the truth for all the world to see. It was their ego and blindness that kept them from seeing it.

Leaning in, Dahnus nutty, woody musk of his adalan, his eyes fluttering closed before he pressed his lips to his neck, biting into his skin, feeling the thrum of Hadith’s pulse beneath his tongue.

Hadith groaned, his head falling back.

To the Raqhan, dos’un’ra created music. The music of moans, groans, cries and more. The music of skin moving over skin, of slapping bodies covered in sweat. The most beautiful music.

There was much wrong with Raqhan culture, their slave culture was an abomination.

But dos’un’ra was a celebration of sex, love, spirit, unity.

Only males performed dos’un’ra. It was their duty to bear their own arousal while they took care of their lover, over hours and even days.

Vrok! Dahnus needed this.

He loved the feel of arousal. Orgasms ended it. Brought sex to an end. Dahnus would happily live aroused forever, but Hadith, only Hadith had the ability to make him need to cum. To fill him with his seed, smell his seed on and inside him. It was instinct, dominating, demanding, and possessive.

Even as he’d love to watch Hadith be fucked by others. A part of him crowed that Hadith wanted only him. A dark part of him wanted to own every part of his heart forever.

At the same time, it drove Dahnus mad, because he wanted to watch Hadith with his lovers. He dreamt about it, imagining sitting on the sofa at the end of the bed and watching his lover get fucked every way he could be while Dahnus sat there with his cock so hard, aroused, but just watching.

At the same time, he wanted to find bonding species to bond to his adalan to protect him. It was his biggest fear that someone would harm Hadith, take him away from Dahnus. There was a Raqhan male who was a bond match for Hadith who would be happy to bond to him and share him. A group of four Hinari dominants who wanted to meet him.

Watching his mate be mated by four males would be a joy.

But Hadith refused to meet them.

‘Imagine, a Hinari fucking your mouth while another enjoys your ass,’ Dahnus groaned.

‘Dahnus, stop it.’

‘Two more waiting patiently for you. Their green cocks weeping for you!’ The image filled Dahnus’s mind as he moved over Hadith’s chest, kissing, licking, nibbling at his beautiful skin.

Slowly, Dahnus removed Hadith’s top, covering every inch of him, back and front with touches, kisses, licks.

‘Filling you with their cum. Fucking you every way you want to be fucked.’

‘Dahnus!’

Something in Hadith’s voice stopped him.

‘I belong to you. No one else.’

‘And when we have an Ilia,’ Dahnus stood, looking down at his heart. ‘How will you justify your position when we must find her mates, so she can be safe.’

‘Our mate will be an Amaran woman who wants those lovers.’

Dahnus reached down, undoing Hadith’s pants and pushing them over his thighs, grazing one thumb over Hadith’s cock, staring into his eyes and watching them flutter closed at the brief contact.

‘Sucking my cock on this bench, while your Raqhan mate slowly vroks you the way I intend to vrok you tonight.’

‘How do you intend to vrok me?’ Hadith asked, his voice tremulous.

‘You will see,’ Dahnus replied, before he dropped to his knees, kissing and laving every inch of Hadith’s skin, purposefully avoiding his cock.

When Hadith was fully naked, Dahnus stood and disrobed.

‘Onto the bench, my heart.’

Dahnus admired the musculature of Hadith’s body as he moved, climbing onto the bench, laying on his front, his thick, long, hard cock laying up his stomach so Dahnus couldn’t see it.

The bowl of Ecra oil sat to one side. Dahnus tested the oil, checking the heat, then rubbed the oil into his arm and allowed Hadith to smell it.

‘That smells good,’ Hadith said.

Dahnus could see the muscles in his shoulder relaxing under his fingertips.

Hadith needed this.

He planned to be at this for hours. He had at least three breaks planned, two for food, one for a bath to cleanse the oil from his body before he fucked him hard on their bed.

Dahnus’s arousal shot up. He paused, taking in a breath and enjoying the feelings, the sensitivity of his body, the heightened senses as he prepared to pamper and love his heart.

Opening his eyes, he looked down the length of Hadith’s body. The elegance of his perfect mate. The long torso, covered in dark grey skin with the Corus ethnic touch of brown to it. His dark blonde hair was spilled over one shoulder, Hadith was facing the opposite shoulder, his eyes open, watching Dahnus with complete trust.

Hadith groaned when Dahnus poured some of the oil over his skin. He placed the bowl back down into the heater apparatus and began his work. Moving over every muscle, working them, feeling them ease under his touch.

The music began.

The room filled with Hadith’s moans and sighs.

Dahnus remembered when he’d been on a similar bench. His Raqhan lover evoking the same sounds from him.

Without warning, Dahnus poured a little oil onto Hadith’s puckered hole and eased a finger inside him, gently fucking him with it.

The moans and sighs turned into moans and groans.

Then he stopped.

‘Dahnus!’ Hadith whined.

‘I know, my heart. Patience. We have all night.’

Dahnus went back to massaging Hadith. No matter how many times he worked the knots out of Hadith’s shoulders, when he returned, they were back.

‘Tell me what is causing this?’ Dahnus tapped on one of the larger knots. ‘What are you thinking about?’

Hadith sighed, moving his head to look at Dahnus over his shoulder. His head dropped back onto the little pillow.

‘You’re not going to let it go, are you?’

Dahnus smirked. ‘You know the answer to that my heart.’ They’d had this conversation before. There wasn’t a part of Dahnus he kept hidden from Hadith, and he demanded the same in return.

Hadith sighed again. He didn’t want to talk, but both of them knew he’d feel better. The hesitance was likely Hadith not wanting to burden Dahnus. But that was what Dahnus was here for. His entire life was to help his people and which of his people could be more important than his mate?

‘We’re so close.’ Hadith’s voice was quiet, like he wanted to say the words out loud, but didn’t want Dahnus to actually hear them.

‘Your plans are coming to fruition. I can’t help but think, this is the most dangerous times we’ve lived in.’

Dahnus nodded. Hadith was right. Right now, the people who wanted to exploit adalan would be meeting. Planning how they would take the Adalmis bill and destroy it, weaken it or even exploit it. In the coming months, their greed would expose them. Dahnus had agents working within their offices gathering evidence. He had allies moving pieces on his board into place to be in the right places at the right times. He had whole groups of quartex experts listening, watching.

Now was the time their enemies were likely to attack. Were likely to conspire to end the people directly involved in this bill.

It seemed like such a small thing, bringing Adalmis’s under government control. But Dahnus knew, Adalmis’s were the main source of young adalan slaves.

He was using the Adalmis’s bill to corner Amara’s enemies, and once cornered, those enemies would strike out.

Now more than ever, Dahnus had everything to lose.

‘They’ll attack the human,’ Hadith said. ‘Not just in the media, but directly. They’ll use her as a weakness against us. I worry for her.’

‘I know you do, Hadith. You are a person of incredible empathy. She is under constant guard. She is in the family section of the palace which is regularly screened and constantly patrolled. We will protect her.’

‘As for the traitors.’ Because they were. They were traitors to all Amara for their actions against adalan. ‘We will tear them out root and stem. Their exposure will give me the opportunity to reshape the First Chamber, to rid us of the parasites that use it to their own ends. You are right. This is our most dangerous time. But I will protect you, Danari and the human and we will prevail.’

As Dahnus spoke, the muscles in Hadith’s shoulders relaxed. He moved over the rest of Hadith’s back and when he returned to those knots, they were gone.

Dahnus moved down Hadith’s body, feeling the muscular globes of his ass, his thighs, down to his calves and feet. He covered Hadith in oil, worked the oil into his skin and muscles, into his toes and the arches of his feet. Then down his arms, hands and fingers.

‘Turn around.’

Hadith did as instructed.

Dahnus gazed down at him. His beautiful, finely carved features. His throat, which Dahnus was more than a little obsessed with. His chest, leading down to his stomach, abdomen and hips which framed Hadith’s hard cock, which lay to one side glistening with the natural Amaran lubrication, turning his dark grey-brown, teal tipped cock into a treat for his eyes. Over his sac, down his thighs, calves, and feet.

There wasn’t a part of his adalan that hadn’t been in Dahnus’s mouth at one time or another. Dahnus knew the feel and taste of every part of him.

Picking up the bowl, Dahnus poured more oil over his lover and got to work. Once he was done with every inch of Hadith’s body, he turned to his sex.

At first, he deliberately avoided Hadith’s cock and ass. Massaging around it, enjoying the sounds and sights of Hadith’s growing arousal.

Now he slipped two fingers inside him, while he worked his hand over his shaft.

Hadith almost clawed the hide off the table as he climaxed, Dahnus’s finger and thumb pinching at the root of his cock to prevent him from cumming.

There were times Dahnus wished he had the four arms of the Enhari. He would so much enjoy confusing Hadith’s senses as he played with him this way.

There was a knock on the door.

Perfect timing.

‘Come.’

The door opened and two of the kitchen staff walked in. Dahnus was still holding Hadith’s cock and the staff openly admired them.

It was well known, in the palace, on nights like this, if they had a reason to be here whatever their duty, they were here to watch. Staff who didn’t want to, simply avoided working in the royal chambers during these times.

Hadith moaned. His cock, which had been getting the message that he wasn’t cumming, was softening, now it grew again.

Dahnus smiled.

Amarans did enjoy their voyeurism and Hadith enjoyed it more than most lovers Dahnus had in the past.

Watching Dahnus fuck other people was what really made Hadith aroused. They’d invited many lovers into the bedroom over the years. Hadith never participated. But he loved watching.

The staff quickly set up a table as Dahnus continued stroking Hadith, his fingers still working inside him until Hadith was gasping and groaning.

The food was laid on the table, but when everything was done, they didn’t leave.

They stood and watched as Dahnus brought Hadith to another climax, still pinching his stem, still not allowing him to cum.

Hadith tended to need a break between orgasms. But if he was watched after a first, he could quickly have another.

With the staff watching, Dahnus bent down and took his lover in his mouth, running his tongue up and down the twitching chambers of his cock, sucking at him, intensifying the orgasm until Hadith was swearing his climax to the gods.

By the time they were done, Hadith’s breathing tore out of him. If he wasn’t already glistening with oil, Dahnus knew he’d be covered in sweat.

He lay on the table, every muscle twitching, his cock jerking periodically at his fading pleasure.

Turning, Dahnus could see his staff arousal and admiration.

‘Thank you for watching. You may leave us.’

The two staff, a male and female, nodded.

Dahnus imagined they’d find a quiet place where they could indulge in their arousal. He almost invited them to stay and play it out for him and Hadith while they ate but tonight was about Hadith.

Dahnus picked up a towel and handed it to his lover, skimming his fingers over Hadith’s over sensitised flesh.

‘Come, my heart. Let’s eat.’

*****

The morning light was creeping over the horizon. Hadith was on his fifth orgasm, a personal best for him.

Dahnus kissed him through this one.

His own arousal was becoming painful now. It was time to bring this to an end.

Dahnus kept his fingers pinched on Hadith’s cock until it was growing soft.

‘I believe you have one more orgasm to give me, Hadith,’ Dahnus said, feeling the growl of need in his voice. ‘But not yet. Now, I need to fuck you. Turn on your front.’

Hadith turned and Dahnus climbed onto the table, sitting astride Hadith on top of his closed thighs.

Dahnus’s cock was weeping almost constantly now. He spread his lubrication over Hadith’s sweet, tight ass, prying his cheeks apart with his fingers, and pushed into him.

It was a struggle to get in. Hadith had no give in this position which was why it was a favourite of theirs. Dahnus wouldn’t seat inside him fully this way, but the tightness was divine, gripping to a punishing degree and the noises Hadith made as he pushed inside him were a chorus of eroticism.

‘Oh! Dahnus!’

‘How close are you, Hadith?’

‘So close!’

‘I want you to pinch and not let go.’

‘Please, Dahnus. Please let me!’

‘I’m not ready for you yet, Hadith.’ Vrok! His voice was strained. Both of them were so desperate.

Dahnus started with long, slow strokes, watching as Hadith’s hand disappeared beneath him, following Dahnus’s instructions.

Before long, his pace was speeding and Hadith was relaxing beneath him.

The urge to enter him fully consumed Dahnus. To feel the slap of his skin on his adalan’s.

He pulled from inside him and stepped off the table.

‘Turn around, Hadith.’

Hadith always did as he was told in the bedroom. Submitting so beautifully to him.

Dahnus pulled Hadith down to the bottom of the table, moving his legs so that they were sitting over his shoulders.

‘Keep hold of yourself, Hadith,’ Dahnus commanded.

With a look of disappointment, Hadith pinched down on himself.

Like a starter pistol had gone off, Dahnus let himself go, fucking his mate hard and fast, feeling their bodies clash, hearing their skin slapping. Hadith’s moans filled the air, followed by Dahnus’s own groans.

But he didn’t stop there. He let his hands roam. Cupping Hadith’s sac, moving his hand over his cock head. Running his hands over Hadith’s body, his chest, his nipples.

Hadith squirmed and whined for permission to cum. Dahnus refused.

When he came, they would cum together.

And he felt it, felt it searing him, consuming him.

Never enough. He could never get enough of his mate.

While he fucked him, he made love to him with his eyes. Taking in every curve, every muscle, every dip of skin. His eyes met Hadith’s and locked, the two of them completely enraptured in one another.

 Dahnus’s sac tightened. His whole body was burning now, burning with the urge to seed his mate.

Dahnus slapped Hadith’s hand away from his cock and, in rhythm with his thrusts, he stroked him.

‘Oh vrok! Dahnus!’

Hadith’s whole body came off the bench as his cum jettisoned out of him, arching high in the air before arching down, landing on skin, hide and floor.

With his lover’s cry, his own climax detonated, the world faded into blinding white. Dahnus felt his cum erupt, scorching a path down his cock, drawing his balls tight against him, pulse, pulse, spill.

Dahnus groaned, his body losing strength, he leaned heavily against his lover, even as his hips thrust, determined to fill Hadith with everything he had.

Heavy breaths punctuated with groans and moans brought Dahnus back to himself. The sounds a mix of both male and adalan.

Dahnus opened his eyes and saw Hadith swallowing convulsively, his eyes closed, his cock still twitching.

When he opened his eyes, Dahnus leaned down and cleaned his lovers cum from his skin with his tongue, feeling the fizz of their mate bond in the gland beneath the organ.

Slipping from him, he climbed on top of the table and lay over him, careful not to lay his weight on his over sensitised mate.

They kissed, Hadith groaning when he tasted his cum on Dahnus’s thrusting tongue.

‘Hmmm, I love you, my mate.’ Dahnus nuzzled into Hadith’s neck. Smelling his mate behind the Ecru oil.

‘I love you, Dahnus.’

They lay like that for a few minutes, until finally Dahnus stood and picked Hadith up, bringing him into the bathroom and lowering them both into the water. He cleaned him, washing his hair and skin before they emerged from the water and walked over to the bed where he had meant to finish fucking him.

So much for that plan.

Dahnus held him as he mate fell asleep, whispering loving and reassuring words. This wasn’t like a session of dominance. What he and Hadith did tonight was make love. Dominance was another thing entirely, where he stripped all defences from his love and let him enjoy the darker parts of his nature. But after, he needed reassurance, needed to know Dahnus loved doing those things to him as much as Hadith loved accepting them.

Still, Hadith was always vulnerable after they made love, however they made love. It was Dahnus’s privilege to let his heart know he would protect, honour and love every part of him.

Always.