"Some souls don't collide by accident, they recognize each other in the dark, even before the light dares to rise."
I woke not to silence or serenity but to flame. His skin was warmer than I remembered, a living ember beneath my lips. Each kiss I pressed along the ridges of his ribs sparked a little more life into me. My tongue traced the edge of a scar he'd long buried beneath power and distance. It called to me, and I answered gently, reverently. The morning light poured through enchanted glass above us, casting the room in soft golds and pearlescent blues. Like the sea just before sunrise.
Morkai was laid out beside me, eyes heavy-lidded and mouth parted in wonder, as if I were something he'd dreamed and wasn't quite sure was real. The way he looked at me unravelled something deep and dangerous inside my chest. His breath hitched when I kissed just beneath his navel, and gods, he arched so beautifully under my mouth.
"You're dangerous," he rasped, voice hoarse with sleep and something deeper. Something raw.
I grinned, lips brushing against his skin. "And yet, here we are." My hands slid up the sculpted lines of his torso, memorizing every ridge, every breath. "You are not stopping me."
He reached down, tangled his fingers in my hair, and stared at me like I was a mystery he would spend a lifetime unravelling. "I don't want to."
His words coiled heat low in my belly. "What are you doing to me?" he murmured, more to himself than to me.
I kissed lower, drawn to the pull between us like tide to moon. "I could ask you the same," I whispered, lips grazing the base of his stomach. "Your body sings to mine. Even now."
His breath shuddered. I felt it beneath my palms, in the pulse of magic humming under his skin.
He was the sea, vast, eternal, deadly, and I wanted to drown in him.
"You're insatiable," he groaned, his grip tightening slightly in my hair.
I smiled against his skin, eyes lifting to meet his. "And you," I whispered, "are divine."
I wasted no time but instead leaned in and licked Morkai's balls as soon as Morkai grabbed my hair, and he made a surprised sound and his whole pelvis jerked forward. I grinned up at him and then took a hold of Morkai's hard cock before licking his balls again, tracing the little seam in the middle with his tongue.
Morkai's legs trembled, and I gave a fleeting thought to doing this seated after all but then Morkai put his hands on my head, pulling on his hair a little. He was making little sounds, and I chose to tug lightly on his cock and lavished his balls, and I suddenly liked it, liked how Morkai begged without begging.
"Please," The rasped words escaped his mouth.
I smiled and then Yes," I rumbled, feeling pleased with how flushed Morkai looked already. "Oh, Morkai, do what you need."
Morkai swallowed, audibly, and grabbed his dick with one hand, the other holding the back my head and he moved up and instead of thrusting directly inside like I had thought, Morkai took a moment to trace my lips with the head of his cock, smearing pre-cum over.
I licked his lips and did not even have to pretend to like the taste. His groan of appreciation was one hundred percent real, and the awed look Morkai gave me told me that he had read my mind. But what was the fault in that? I certainly could not think of anything when Morkai finally pushed his hard cock inside my mouth.
"Fucking hell," Morkai gasped and sounded too innocent for a man of his status, as if this was the first time someone licked his beautiful cock. "Fuck you feel so good," Morkai started babbling as he thrust extremely shallowly, holding my head mostly still.
I groaned again, and Morkai's voice was raspy, just shy of a grunt, and he kept praising me as he picked up his pace. By now my cock was hard and I rubbed the heel of my hand against his cock and finally Morkai noticed after a little while.
"Fuck, you're getting off on this?" Morkai stilled, pulled out his cock and stared down at me. I licked my lips and tried to determine if it would make Morkai mad or not.
"I don't think you've ever stopped to think about how erotic you are, Morkai," I responded boldly and watched with fascination as Morkai blushed to the tips of his ears. I chose to tease him instead. "I apologize if I have made you uncomfortable. This experience is, of course, all about your desires. A mouth wrapped around your cock right. ?"
Morkai opened and closed his mouth a few moments before grabbing his cock to hold it at the right angle for me to swallow down. He did so with a content groan and this time I set the pace by putting my hands on his hips to keep his balance and started bobbing deeper and deeper and pushing the cock down my throat.
"I just…" Morkai gasped after a moment, and when I looked up, I found Morkai staring down at me with wide eyes. Beautiful blue eyes. "I just did not think… You must have so much sex, you are a Fae-Witch after all. You are beautiful and enchanting."
I pulled off with a wry smile, jerking of Morkai Cock as I whispered, his dick slick enough with saliva. "You are wrong, Morkai. I have never had sex with anyone, man or woman. Why would I be immune to a handsome Abyssal Sovereign whimpering under my touch?"
Morkai's blush deepened, and whimpering had been the wrong choice of words for explaining this to him, but Morkai had done it, and it had sounded delicious.
"That is a surprise," he rasped, and my eyes softened because that could mean a lot of things, but somehow, I thought that Morkai was pleased that I had not done this at all.
"I only crave for you, your Majesty," I responded and then swallowed Morkai down again.
Morkai make a choked off sound and his hips jerked forward but this time I was prepared for that and compensated by moving off cock, making the movement fluid. But Morkai on the other end, waiting for my throat to exhale, and he sank my throat, up and down again, and finally I pushed myself deep enough to swallow around him.
Morkai moaned loudly, his fingernails scraping against my scalp where he gripped me hear hard and my cock throbbed, and I breathed out evenly through my nose as I let Morkai slide out and then almost immediately back in again. Relaxing my jaw, I looked up at Morkai with awe.
"Fuck, Sweetheart," Morkai said, his voice completely debauched. "You are fucking awesome, you know that? So, fucking hot, so fucking…" he groaned deeply.
I let Morkai fuck my mouth and throat and tears fell off my eyes form the pain and pleasure.
"I am going to…" he suddenly gasped. The hands-on hips, felt the taut muscles there and relished digging in my fingers as Morkai clenched his jaw shut against a high-pitched whine and then he shattered into my mouth and filled my throat as the tears fell and even my cock twitched and everything around me was heightened. Morkai's groans drove me crazy, and my body shuddered as my orgasm hit, and I came untouched.
When Morkai came down from the high, he stared at me and then he removed his cock from my mouth and then his eyes landed on mine and the evidence of my please was laced pooling around it and Morkai eyes widened and then he pulled me up and kissed me with so much passion.
My arms wrapped around his back, and when the kiss ended, I felt every breath, every subtle shift of his body against mine. His skin was still warm, not just from sleep, but from whatever magic had passed between us in the night. His breath brushed my throat, and gods, I could feel his heartbeat; it matched mine.
He spoke up, "How... how am I supposed to let you go, Caelan?"
My name on his lips wasn't just a sound, it was surrender. I couldn't answer at first. Just buried me closer to him. Into him. As if my body instinctively knew the place it belonged had always been here, curled against his. Anchored in his strength, drawn to his shadow. He was Morkai, the drowned prince, the abyss-born sovereign, the cursed god beneath the sea. And I was just me. A fae-witch with too many secrets and too much power I never asked for.
And still, he held me. I had lived in exile, watching everyone look at me and call me an outcast, but none of it had ever prepared me for this. My fingers curled slightly against his chest, feeling the slow thunder of his heart beneath my palm. I didn't need to speak to know he felt it too, that fear of loss, sharp and new and unrelenting.
But I spoke anyway. "You weren't meant to," I whispered. And I meant it. With every ounce of magic in my veins.
He tilted my chin up, those storm-lit eyes of his searching me like I held the map to every wrecked thing inside him. "I wasn't built for softness," he said, his voice a rasp of broken steel. "But with you… Gods, Caelan. You make me wish I were."
I had no answer to his words, and so I kissed him instead, right over his heart where his soul felt the loudest. Where all his doubts lived. And in that moment, I didn't feel like a weapon. I didn't feel like a mistake crafted by magic and grief. I felt chosen. Chosen by him, and I vowed to fight and stay by him.