Page 183 of Serpent In White
I hold his hands down, threading our fingers in the damp earth while I push and pull, stroking my cock in and out of the tight depths of his body. Our foreheads together, breaths mingling, praises singing like the songs of doves.
I love you, my King.
I love you so much, my Serpent.
It doesn’t take long before Drake’s hoarse, choked words are tumbling from his lips, “You’re making me…come.”
And his long cock pulses out streams of slickness, all over our chests while we rub together, muscles straining and skin sticky from sweat and his orgasm.
I break next, sucking vigorously on his neck as I explode into a mind-numbing climax. Colors zip all around behind my vision. I’m not sure if it’s from the trumpets in this oil on my cock, or if the orgasm is just that spectacular. Probably both.
But either way, I’m free falling into an abyss, surrounded by rippling light and shapes. My loins are racked apart, crumbling like old stones as I cry into my brother’s throat.
When we catch our breaths, clutching one another for dear life, we both turn to the side, our hearts collectively thumping into each other.
It’s here.
The black rock.
Rhiannon and I see light up in the distance.
We ditched the ATV at the entrance to the trail, and now we’re on foot. Approaching the clearing, I can already spot Darian and Drake. One lantern provides a dulled glow, the breeze sifting through our hair as we walk, hand in hand, closer to a place that scares me down to my bones.
Because it knows things I don’t. Because it has control unlike any human beings could fathom.
I’m wary about returning to the clearing, and as we step through the trees, my unease is verified.
The black rock is there.It’s already here.
All the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stand up, chills rushing all over my body.
My eyes find Darian first, my King, sitting in the grass. He’s naked, with leaves and twigs in his hair, which is all mussed up. Dirt sprinkles his golden skin, dusting his muscles. He looks… gorgeous. As usual, but seeing a King like this, naked in the soil… Believe it or not, it does nothing to diminish his commanding confidence.
Especially because he’s sitting, calmly, staring at the black rock. Drake is by his side, also naked and much dirtier than Darian, though it’s more visible on his skin because of how much paler he is. Still, his hair is tousled about, blades of grass and forest debris scattered along the wall of his muscular back. And he too is staring at the rock.
I peek at Rhiannon. She’s observing them, appearing worried, but also intrigued. I hear her wondering what they’re doing, what they’re seeing as they stare at the rock. Their clothes are scattered next to them, the sight of which gives my dick a stir in my pants.
I know what they were doing. I only wish we could have arrived in time to catch the show.
“Sacrifice,” Darian’s voice rumbles deeply through the quiet surrounding us. His tone isn’t loud by any means, but it still catches mine and Rhiannon’s attention. We stand up straighter. “I called this meeting because it’s necessary for us all to be on the same page.”
He looks up at Rhiannon and me, motioning us over.
I pull Rhi with me as we wander up to them and take a seat on the slightly damp earth, keeping the rock in my peripheral all the while.
I’m nervous about it. I don’t know if you have to touch it for it to fuck with you, or if just being near it could ripple us into another dimension. Who knows at this point.
Rhiannon seems to be having similar thoughts, though she’s simultaneously distracted by the two very hot, very naked older guys we’re now sitting in front of. I want to grin, but I press my lips together to cover it up.
We sit in the grass, the four of us in a little circle. Drake still hasn’t spoken a word, or even looked at us. He seems to be in some sort of trance, staring at the rock, his gaze far off, as if he’s not really with us at all. It’s worrying, but Darian doesn’t seem nervous, so I try to remain calm.
“We are bound by our places in the transformation,” Darian says to us.
Peeking at Rhi, I find her eyes locked on Darian while she listens intently to his words. I can’t believe this is the girl who was ever so suspicious of him for days, because now it’s as if she’s the one who’s beensipping the juice, or whatever the expression was she used the other day.
“Tonight, we will render our Ecdysis complete.” Darian takes Drake’s hand in his. “And we’re not leaving until it’s done.”
Reaching forward, his eyes connect with mine.Your hand, my prince.
