Page 10 of Mytho Investigations: Side Stories

“The note was from the king. He supplied the lube and aphrodisiac candle.”

Mason felt his eyes widen as his heart stopped. “The king?”

Vlash studied him. “He is a friend, as well as kin to me.”

Right, so the king had noticed and was helping Vlash out.

“What is in the candle?”

Vlash shrugged. “Magic of some kind. Most likely left over from decorating the wedding suite.” His free hand trailed up Mason’s half-hard cock. Magically half-hard. The last half had an elf assist.

“The effects only last while it is lit, so you don’t need to worry unless you don’t want me to make use of this again.” Vlash kissed him as though determined to wring every drop of pleasure out of the night.

“Grab the mead. I need a drink.”

Vlash leaned back, spine arching in a way that gymnasts would be proud of, and picked up the bottle. He opened it and took a swig before offering it to Mason. The sweet liquor coated his tongue, and when some spilled out of his mouth, Vlash licked it up.

He’d been warned that it was much stronger than the human version, but he wasn’t sure if the buzz in his veins was from the alcohol, the magic, or the man.

Vlash rose onto his knees. “You going to help with logistics?”

Yeah. He angled his dick so Vlash could sink onto him. They both groaned. Then grinned.

Vlash unwound a couple of braids and pulled his circlet off, tossing it over the post at the corner of the bed. It spun a couple of times before settling. “I need to take these braids out.”

“Want some help?”

Vlash’s eyebrows drew together, and Mason sensed the edge form even though he was in the elf. Then his face softened. With a sigh, he took another drink and rolled his hips, riding Mason slowly. “I would appreciate that.”

So while Vlash rocked and rationed out the mead, Mason unraveled the braids in his hair. He was almost done, and so was the mead, when Vlash kissed him hard and rode him harder as if the teasing had finally gotten to him. Mason forgot about the elf’s glorious hair and gripped his hips, driving into him as if finding release was the only thing that mattered.

Vlash pushed him back onto the bed, his fingers splayed over Mason’s chest as if he were a furious warrior, and they were locked in battle as they sought to come. Mason gripped Vlash’s cock and stroked. Vlash muttered something in another language as he fucked Mason’s fist and then his dick. Not Tarikian—he’d heard that enough to recognize it. He growled, fingernails pressing into Mason’s skin as cum splashed over Mason’s stomach and chest. Vlash’s tongue flicked over his lip, then he scooped some up with his fingers.

Mason opened his mouth, wanting the taste. Vlash slid two fingers in, and Mason licked them clean. He came with his mouth full of elf cum and tongue.

CHAPTER 6

Vlash opened his eyes. His hair was all over his face instead of braided back, which was how he usually slept. He went to move, but someone was lying on the rest of his hair. The same someone who had his arm draped over his waist.

He bit back a groan and stared at the damn candle. Not that he could blame it all on the candle because he’d been the one to invite Mason to his room. His bloody room in the bloody palace, which was right next door to where the rest of the soldiers slept.

He had no idea how much noise they’d made or how much noise had come from the party. He rolled toward Mason because there was nowhere else he could go. His body twinged in half a dozen different places, reminding him that he wasn’t one hundred anymore and that riding dick and drinking all night was going to have consequences that he didn’t want to face now that it was, in fact, daylight.

“You’re on my hair,” he grumbled as he eyed his bedmate. A human. An absolutely average human with brown hair that had been left long enough that it was luxurious and wavy.

Mason mumbled sorry as though mostly asleep. He kind of moved, then he woke up. One grey eye opened. Vlash watched as shock, acceptance, and then desire flickered over Mason’s face.

Vlash’s stomach dropped and swooped. That was why the human was in his bed.

That kind of heat hadn’t been directed at him in so long, it was mesmerizing.

It was then he became aware that not much of the blanket was on them. The rest of it was twisted and tangled around their legs and not covering very much at all. There was dried cum on Mason’s chest, which almost made him smile.

Then he realized that he also had dried cum everywhere. He didn’t know which god he should curse or thank, but he felt gritty and amazing, and about a dozen other things he wasn’t able to put into words.

And didn’t want to put it into words because words had power.

Mason groaned and scrubbed a hand over his face. “What time is it?”