Little firefly

Content warnings: mild gore, burnt corpses, heights, nudity, graphic sex scene, blood play, biting, cum eating.

“What do we have here?” He reached under that shivering man’s chin, tipping his face up. Lips curling into a mocking smile filled with disdain. “A jester… no doubt the king’s…”

The smell of burning flesh filled that scorched throne room, cadavers strewn on that stone floor, charred or still burning with bluish flames. The king had been killed on his throne, his corpse black as tar, jaws open into a perpetual scream on that skeletal face.

“How did he survive, this one?” Raising a black eyebrow.

His general swallowed, folding his leathery wings into attention. “We can kill him now, my king.”

He looked back into those man’s eyes. Wide, terrified, but he was breathing evenly, maybe in shock. Blue eyes, something common to humans but so rare in his world. Pretty. Long, auburn hair tumbling down on his shoulders in lush waves, sculpted lips quivering on that ashen face marred with soot and bruises. A tiny drop of blood at the corner of that pretty mouth. He wiped it off with that gloved hand.

“No… I’ll keep him for a while. Fun…” Grinning at the light in those terrified blue pools. He knew his canines were showing, sharp.

“At your court, my king? A human?”

He turned to him, his voice taking an edge. “And what’s that to you? Make sure we are ready to leave and don’t argue.”

Swallowing, he bowed. “As you wish.” He turned on his heels and left, his wings giving an irritated flap, still.

He turned back to that human kneeling at his feet. “What’s your name, jester?”

“Gerald.”

“A rough name for a pretty boy…”

“I’m no boy…”

“Ah… there’s some fire under all that fright? Nice. You know who I am.” Those sharp lips curling up, his black hair down to the middle of his back ruffled by a scorching wind bringing the odor of decay through those holes blasted in the walls, the sky burning behind him, his wings black as night.

“Yes… Lorhien, King of the Fae…”

“Fae…” Laughing softly. “Your primitive tongue wouldn’t have anything better for us, that is for sure. You know how to jest? Play some music? Sing?” Mocking, he kept holding his chin.

“All that and more…”

He pushed his thumb on that small wound, making it bleed. Watching Gerald hiss, but he didn’t cry out. “I have a title.”

“My king.”

“That’s right… I’m your king now. Not that useless brute.” Gesturing at that smoldering corpse fused to his throne, his golden crown melted on his skull.

He just nodded, as best as he could, that firm grip still on his chin and jaw.

He took his hand away. “Come. I gather you can walk?”

Gerald stood, trembling, still. He looked around and found his lyre buried under a broken table. His hat had been knocked off, but he didn’t care, hurrying after that tall king, his wings folded, sharp claws on top of them. His black tail, long, covered with a velvet fur, ended in a tuft which seemed so soft… His hair flying with every step, he seemed out of this world. Gerald had listened to tales about fae folks, their king, but had never met one… until now…

He turned back to him, those violet eyes sharp in that pale, silvery skin. “Are you even walking?”

Gerald stumbled after him, matching his steps.

He walked to the edge of that throne room, flapping his wings. They opened, huge, his boots facing that void, the landscape stretching under them.

Gerald’s eyes went wide as he edged closer, clutching his instrument’s strap.

The king looked down at him. “Scared?” Laughing a bit, facing the sunset, that burning land. “Come.” Holding his hand out.

Gerald put his hand in that gloved hand, squealing when he got pulled close and swung on his back between his wings. He clutched at the man’s neck, almost pissing himself. A tap on his hands.

“Don’t choke me. Hold on to my cape. Tight.”

Gerald obeyed, eyes wide as the man just leapt into the void, followed by the others, the leathery swish of their wings filling that dusk sky. He howled, despite himself, but the wings flapped and soon, they were flying, high.

Gerald dared to look; the landscape rushing under them, far. Unreal… holding on tight, his legs around the man’s waist, his heart raced at the sight of the sky laced with clouds, that flaming sky, the night lurking at the edge of the horizon. Thick woods approaching at that high speed which made his eyes water, his tears plummeting to the depth. His shocked mind was still trying to catch up with what had happened. All dead. All of those he had known, shared a life with. Some life… He swallowed at his memories, at the memories of those banquets where he had been passed around the guests, and not just to play his music or tell his jests and tales… Eyes wide when the beings plunged towards the canopy. The cursed forest… A futile thought, those trees taller than castles with their hills.

Landing on a large terrace, a building carved into the tree, or so it seemed, the walls laced with that honey-colored wood. Brightly colored crystal windows, tall, spiraling staircases.

He jumped down from the king’s back as soon as he had landed, tumbling a bit before he could stagger to his feet. Scared shitless, but he tried not to show it, all those beings bantering in a tongue he could not understand.

The king looked down at him. “A bath will do us good.”

“If you show me the servants’ quarters, I will wash, my king.”

He grinned, showing those pointy canines. “You’re staying with me, there are no servants here, at least, not like the ones you are used to. I don’t want you killed…yet… and a human roaming our dwellings is not a great idea.” He started ascending those spiraling stairs, and Gerald rushed after him, panting a bit.

That vast room, the dusk sun somehow reaching the windows, painting that honey floor in colors. A huge bed, gleaming black sheets on the left and a pool on the right, warm, steaming water cascading from the wall.

The king just walked to it and started taking his clothes off.

Gerald looked around, but there were no servants to assist the king, so he put his lyre down and hurried there. “Allow me…”

His hand got swatted away with that dark smile. “No. I don’t require assistance, human.” Grinning. “You’re the only ones who need another human to undress them.” Pulling his gloves off.

Gerald’s eyes went wide at those hands, black up to the elbows, like a shadow, the fingers ending in sharp nails. He knew he shouldn’t stare, but he couldn’t help it, the clothes piling up at his feet, that strong body, but lean, almost like a human’s, save for that pale silver color, those black wings, hands, and feet, and his tail, curling around his thigh. His cock…

The king crossed his arms, and Gerald averted his eyes, his face flaming up.

“Ah, shy? That’s so human too.”

Hearing his steps, he had to look when his chin got grabbed. This time, his gloves off, the nails stung his skin.

“Strip.”

Gerald’s eyes went wide, a bit relieved that the game was the same after all. “Oh, you want me to serve you after all, my king?”

His lips parted, those violet eyes taking a peculiar light. “I see…” Sucking in a breath, he let him go. “Strip and join me. And stop trembling… I won’t hurt you.”

“You can do what you want with me, my king…”

“If you don’t stop blabbering nonsense, I’ll do just that and then kill you.” He climbed into that large rock pool lined with shiny blue pebbles and leant back in that steaming water with a deep sigh, leaning his arms to the side as he closed his eyes. “I don’t hear your clothes falling off your body, jester…” A small smile.

Gerald hurried and took his clothes off, still mortified, but he climbed in, keeping a safe distance as he lowered himself into that hot water. Hissing a bit, but he pinched his lips, hugging himself.

Lorhien opened his eyes, just a slit, watching that shivering man in that warm water, how his wide eyes were roaming around that foreign world of beauty laced with the shadow of his death. His hair stuck to his shoulders as it got wet, faint lash scars on his shoulders and arms. His heart swelled with anger.

“Come closer.”

His voice rang in that room.

Gerald obeyed, knowing where this was all going. He didn’t mind, maybe being fucked to death by this fae king a merciful end to his life of misery. He glided there, and let the king reach for him, turn him around. Feeling those fingers glide on his scars, a hint of those sharp nails, barely a scrape.

“Deserved?”

Gerald shrugged. “Who knows what warrants a beating, my king? Sometimes, it was my mouth, sometimes objecting, sometimes because it was fun to watch me yelp and run around…”

He turned at that hand on his shoulder, to face him, a bit mesmerized by the dark strands of his hair snaking on his chest, his eyes, the water glinting in them.

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-five… I think… my birth date wasn’t precisely noted down, my king.”

His lips curled up as his hand snaked into Gerald’s hair, his fingers playing with the silk strands. “Twenty-five human years… four more times of them, if you are lucky, and your life will dwindle to nothing… fireflies, that’s who you are… a small life… fleeting.”

Gerald swallowed, guessing that the king must have been several hundred years old, maybe. “It is so, my king…”

“I could squish it out, fast, so you don’t suffer here, in a foreign land, or…” The point of his canines shone in that small smile.

“Or…” Gerald could barely breathe, bathing in awe and fear.

He clenched his fingers in his hair, enough to get his attention. “Or… I’ll keep you, as long as your life lasts.”

“You would do that? I might live long.”

This time, he laughed, that deep laughter echoing in that high vaulted room. “Long? Not long for me… but we could share that slice of life… you are pretty, for a human.” Pulling him close by his hair, burying his face in his hair, his neck. Sniffing. “Delicious scent too…” A large lick on that racing pulse. He could smell his blood. “Mhm…” Pushing him away to have his eyes, those stunning eyes mirroring the blue pebbles of the pool. “What do you say, human?”

His lips parted in shock, aroused too, somehow, missing that fleeting touch of his lips against his skin. Knowing what agreeing would mean… but he seemed kind, even if his touch hurt a bit, even if he seemed dangerous, that handsome face framed by those leathery wings.

“I’ll stay with you, my king.”

He pursed his lips, but his eyes played as he let him go. “You need a new name, then. This crude name doesn’t suit you.”

“As you wish…” Wondering why it made him all warm to lose that hated name. Waiting, his breathing shallow.

Those violet eyes filled with a pale light. “Erynden. That is your new name.”

His breath caught, trying to taste that name in his mind, his old life dying with his human name. He didn’t dare repeat it back, dead scared he’d scorch it.

That small smile he sort of knew now. “It means ‘firefly’.”

This time, his tears pearled. Ashamed, he looked down at the water. Until he felt his hand on his chin. He looked up, not wanting to disappoint him.

Overwhelmed. “You can do this, my king? Choose a human to share your life… to serve you?”

“Serve?” Those beautiful eyebrows arched. “Not to serve, silly…” Pulling him close, into an embrace, spreading his hands on his shivering, scarred back not to hurt him. “Not to serve… to share your life… with me… however long it lasts?” His lips, close, hovering over those quivering lips. He could feel the human tremble in his arms, chest to chest.

“You are allowed, my king?”

A soft laughter, tipping his chin up. “I do whatever I want. We are free here, even if I am king…” Sliding his thumb on his lower lip. “And I have a name.”

“Lorhien…” It had come out almost as a sigh, as a small prayer, melting against him, all his defenses down in the magnitude of what he was living.

He could feel him give in, and Lorhien just sealed those puzzled lips, his strong jaw parting the young man’s delicate bones apart, pushing into his mouth. Warm, his magnified senses could taste him, feel his blood under that pulsing flesh. Feeling how eager he was to kiss him back, blended against him. He snaked a hand in that lush hair, pulling back. A soft moan, vibrating on his teeth.

Erynden let himself go, let him do whatever he wanted, drowned in that strong, deep kiss, his blood on fire. He was hard, so hard, so aroused too, trembling in his arms, his fingers wedged into those iron muscles of his shoulders and arms as he clung to him.

Whisper soft against his lips. “This requires a small ritual… a potion, if you will…”

“Where is it? I can get it for you…”

This time, he pushed at him to look down into those eyes; the pupils, blown wide with lust. A smile. “You don’t need to get out… we can make it here…”

“Here? How…”

His hand tilted the human’s head, exposing his neck. His mouth glided on it, feeling his hard breathing, his hammering pulse against his lips. “This will hurt a bit…”

Erynden just nodded, clinging to him. Yelping, still, when Lorhien bit down, hard. His canines pierced skin and flesh and his blood rushed out, warm. Feeling his jaw clamp down on that stream, a soft moan. Deep gulps.

Erynden’s dread flooded him, but he never let him go, even when the pain was tugging at his veins and arteries, like a trail of fire. Just when he wanted to cry out, Lorhien withdrew and leant over him, his lips and chin covered with blood. A hard bite on his own tongue made more rush out.

Whisper soft, in all that blood. “Open up…”

Erynden did, closing his eyes, shivering. Feeling his lips, that warm blood flowing into his mouth. He swallowed, not having another choice, his blood, and Lorhien’s, like a potion of fire raging in his insides. That deep, bloodied kiss, his mouth as chalice as he leant his head back, dizzy. But a new strength there too, his blood like liquid fire. That surge of lust, like a geyser. He whined, arching against Lorhien who never broke that kiss, lifting him up by his hips, out of the water. Breaking the kiss to lean over his shoulder, let the blood pour from his mouth on the ridge of Erynden’s spine, down to his ass. Smoothing it in his crack, on his hole, that thick, slick blood. He pulled Erynden down on his cock then, lips parted, his canines shining in all that blood. Watching him throw his head back with a moan, trying to gulp the blood flooding his mouth.

Lorhien pulled Erynden against him, latching on his chest, his nipple, drawing blood with that hard bite, holding him tight as he suckled, hard, fucking him. Smiling when he felt Erynden rock in his lap, on his cock, pushing him in deeper. Finding his mouth, kissing, wide, eating each other up.

He felt insanely good, that human, hot and tight in that warm water, and he didn’t even want to wait, or hold, not anything when he could feel Erynden close to losing it, clenching on him as he bit into his shoulder muscle softly.

Lorhien laughed, panting as he held his hips tight, not letting Erynden escape his cock. “Little savage…”

Erynden just whined, overwhelmed, letting Lorhien fuck him, hard. Stand, hold him up by his ass, bouncing him on his cock when Erynden came, those thick ropes of cum splashing on Lorhien’s abs. He laughed, kissing him, rocking him until he came too, filling his human up to the brim. He reached down and scooped that cum off his abs, pushing his fingers into Erynden’s slack, panting mouth.

“Suck…” Watching him obey, his eyes burning.

Kissing him again, that warm mouth filled with blood and cum.

Lorhien sat back in the water, cradling Erynden on his chest, his tail lacing around that shivering thigh straddling him. His wings folded around them, like a cocoon.

Erynden’s lips quivered against his chest. “Was this… the ritual?”

“A part of it… we have to mate more to create bonds…” Tapping his heart. “Bonds of the heart…” Gliding his fingers on his lips. “Of the blood…” Grazing his cock nestled between them. “Of love… of the flesh…”

Their eyes met as Erynden pushed himself up, leaning his forearms on his chest. Tracing those thick collarbones, at ease between those leathery wings shielding them. His neck throbbing, his ass.

“I think I like this ritual…” Still shy, his human mind filled with shame.

“I thought you would…” Sliding his hands on Erynden’s ass, he clenched his fingers and those sharp nails in that generous flesh, making him hiss. But his eyes were dark with lust at the pain. “I thought so…” Parting his lips, he invited Erynden into a kiss. Deep, their tongues playing, soft.

“What is your name?”

This time, he didn’t hesitate, his name rolling off his bloodied tongue, soft. “Erynden…”

Lorhien’s lips curled up, his eyes eating him up. “My little firefly…”

Erynden smiled, those stunning blue eyes filled with a new light. “Yours…”