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  Fandom:
      Kyou_Kara_Maou!
  Relationship:
      Wolfram_von_Bielefeld/Shibuya_Yuuri, past_-_Gunter_von_Christ/Gwendal_von
      Voltaire
  Character:
      Wolfram_von_Bielefeld, Shibuya_Yuuri, Conrart_Weller, Gisela_von_Christ,
      Gunter_von_Christ, Gwendal_von_Voltaire, Murata_Ken, Maids_(Kyou_Mara
      Maou!), Greta_(Kyou_Kara_Maou!), Dakoskos_(Kyou_Kara_Maou!)
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      Demon_Heat, Hermaphrodites, Boypussy, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot,
      Explicit_Language, pure_filth!, WARNING:_censored_fanART, WARNING:
      explicit_fanART, fanART:_beginning_and_end_of_chapters_1&2, some_sneaky
      plot_after_chapter_3, but_still_mostly_porn, Explicit_Sexual_Content,
      Unsafe_Sex, Implied_Mpreg, actual_yaoi, Blow_Jobs, Rimming, Multiple
      Orgasms, Fingerfucking, Self-Lubrication, Oral_Sex, Rutting, Yuuri_loves
      Wolfram's_nipples, and_a_lot_more_kinky_sex_stuff, Intersex, Pregnancy
      Scares, Unplanned_Pregnancy, Mpreg
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-27 Completed: 2016-02-14 Chapters: 7/7 Words: 21783
****** Wolf in Heat ******
by chase3136
Summary
     PWP YuuRam! Pure Filth! READ WARNINGS! Title explanatory:
     Hermaphrodite-duel-sex parts because of heat reasons. Not technically
     yaoi although pairing are both boys. Author is just trying something.
     READ AUTHOR’S NOTE BEFORE READING! ***UPDATE: NOW MultiCHAPTER STORY!
     read chapter 2 A/N for more information*** Finally some actual yaoi
     in chapter 6. And heats better explained in the final chapter (7).
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** The First Night: Wolf in Heat *****
Chapter Notes
     Author’s Note: I don’t even know, I’m just playing with the idea of
     maybe a hermaphrodite/heat experience while I’m still on the fence
     about it in Yūri’s Fears, and I’m STILL undecided how to properly
     portray what I want. So, it would be a great help if I could get some
     opinions on this, please?
     In the meantime, this is pure filth since I’ve been bashing my head
     against the figurative brick wall that is writers block. I have
     everything planned out but I’ve lost the passion to keep going which
     I so, very, very, VERY much want back. Apparently, Porn Without Plot
     helps get those “creative” juices flowing again and I’m eager to try
     anything but I’m still struggling, so any advice you can give me I am
     very open to hearing at this point.
     Unbeta-ed: raw
     FanART DISCLAIMER: very, very heavily inspired by the cover of
     Shounen Maid Kuro-kun by Tenshi no Uta. Very rough WIP (1stdraft),
     I'm going to make changes to his outfit, particularly his footwear
     when I get around to colouring it.
     WARNING: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE AHEAD! (I really do go all out here. I
     feel no shame now apparently) and does it count as yaoi sex if
     there’s a boypussy?
See the end of the chapter for more notes
[Naughty Wolf 1 (censored) by chase316392]
“Yuuri, I think you should know that I’m in heat right now.” Wolfram informed
him once they were ready for bed.
“What?” Yuuri said, confused. He’d just pulled back the covers and sat down
when Wolfram stood in front of him with his serious expression. “What are you
on about, Wolfram?”
Wolfram pushed his hip out and crossing his arms with an exaggerated sigh.
“You should listen to your fiancé, wimp. Especially, during my heat week.” He
chided.
“Eh? What’s a ‘heat week’?” Yuuri asked, tilting his head with a frown.
“It’s an important time for every carrier in the demon race, above all males,
and something the Maou should be aware of when his fiancé is ready to carry.”
“…Carry what?” Yuuri blinked the dumb expression still on his face.
“The next generation, of course.” Wolfram announced as if it were obvious.
“…I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Yuuri confessed, annoyed now.
Wolfram rolled his eyes.
“Fine. Let me show you then.” He decided, stepping up to the bed where Yuuri
sat to stand between the double black’s spread legs too quickly for Yuuri to
react, leaning down and kissing him right on his gaping mouth.
Yuuri fell back onto the bed in shock but Wolfram followed him, pressing his
tongue inside and sliding it along Yuuri’s, the double black’s eyes wide at the
unexpected invasion. However, the hot feel of the muscle dancing with his own
had Yuuri’s eyes fluttering softly, his breath hitching in his throat as the
kiss progressed and Yuuri tentatively pressed back against Wolfram’s assault.
It didn’t take long for Yuuri’s blood to surge and his dick to harden in his
pajama pants. He whined involuntarily when Wolfram pulled away with a flushed
and smug expression.
Green eyes drank him in eagerly, sweeping down his panting chest to the
undeniable bulge between his spread legs where Wolfram stood. Yuuri shuddered
as Wolfram licked his pink lips at the sight.
“As a carrier I have a vulva, Yuuri.” Wolfram said his voice thick and husky.
Yuuri gasped at the same time his dick throbbed hard.
“Wha?” He replied pathetically.
Wolfram paid him no mind, bending sexily over Yuuri’s bottom half and sliding
the palm of his hands over the thin cotton covering Yuuri’s hard-on, causing
Yuuri to groan at the pressure and buck under his powerful hands.
“Every carrier has a pussy, even the males, although it’s mostly too tight and
small to notice outside of heat week. But right now, my pussy is wet and loose
for fucking, Yuuri. It’s aching to be filled by you, by your cock. I want you
so bad. I can feel it deep inside. I need you to come inside me, Yuuri. Please,
fuck me. Fill me up with your seed.” Wolfram begged him in a continuous whisper
while rubbing his dry mouthed and panting fiancé, his luminous green eyes
burning right through Yuuri’s suddenly too tight skin.
Wolfram lifted up his negligee’s long skirt, revealing his long pale legs and
blue leather underwear. Under Yuuri’s fixated gaze, he climbed onto the bed and
turned around, watching Yuuri watch him from over his shoulder, he hovered
above Yuuri’s blue pajama shirt covered chest and pulled the scant leather to
one side with his delicate fingertips.
Yuuri was staring at a sopping twitching opening exactly where Wolfram said it
would be, behind cute rosy balls and before his tight clenching asshole still
partially hidden by Wolfram’s left hand.
He was still staring when he felt the cool night air hit his heady hot hard-on,
causing him to hiss. Then he groaned deeply, feeling the vibration in his
throat, chest and belly when wet heat replaced the cold as Wolfram sucked him
partially inside, his heavenly tongue flicking the underside on the way down.
Wolfram licked the head on the way back up, gasping out a quick, “Touch it if
you want,” each hot breath warming Yuuri’s saliva covered dick before taking
the plunge once again, stealing Yuuri’s breath in one slide.
The double black lay there gasping and groaning for a long few minutes, before
he gathered the tattered remains of his wits to release his death grip on the
sheets and grab onto Wolfram’s creamy thighs. He took a couple more gasping
breaths, anchoring himself while Wolfram continued to feast upon him, reaching
tentatively out with the index finger of his right hand and rubbed at the pink
flesh encircling the glistening pussy above him.
Wolfram shuddered and moaned around his dick, causing Yuuri to groan louder and
press firmer on the soft flesh, witnessing as the pink darkened as it swelled
through hooded pupil-blown eyes.
The fire mage on top of him began moaning so much he could no longer suck him,
instead bestowing hot kitten-licks to the spongy head of his pulsing dick
between the insatiable noises. Unable to bare it, Yuuri’s mouth watered and on
pure instinct he lifted his head from the mattress, swiping the juicy looking
pussy above him, tasting the bittersweet tang of yearning there, drinking it
down and stabbing his tongue inside the soft, wet cavern.
Wolfram mewled from far away, collapsing heavily on top of him, which only made
it all the easier to wrap his arms around trembling thighs and burry himself
deeper, holding the twitching hips fast with his baseball-strong biceps meeting
his equally sturdy forearms.
He thrashed his tongue between the supple tunnel of rippling muscle, drinking
down the rush of lust as strong thighs clamped around his ears, squeezing his
head hard while Wolfram rode it out until Yuuri was released, gulping in air,
his head throbbing with the same intensity as his persistently hard dick now
poking at Wolfram’s orgasm slack jaw.
“I want to fuck you now, Wolf-chan.” Yuuri breathed, his belly clenching at the
hope for it, still not quite believing this was happening. It was all happening
so fast.
Wolfram lifted himself on wobbly limbs just enough to fall further up on the
bed. Yuuri sat up immediately, licking Wolfram’s taste from his shiny lips as
he crawled between his pliant fiancé’s long and sexy legs, pulling his pajama
shirt off as he did before flinging it over the side of the bed into the dark
void beyond. He’d never been more aware of Wolfram’s beauty than in this
moment, which was saying something because Yuuri was never unaware of the fire
demon’s incredible good looks. Wolfram’s nipples were as hard and swollen as
his dick resting heavy on his heaving belly. Yuuri gave into the urge to suck
one cute nub into his mouth, licking and nipping with a hint of teeth while
Wolfram mewled again, wiggling beneath him which felt amazing where the double
black’s dick was rubbing alongside the beauty’s.
Yuuri was pulled away from his charge by an insistent hand yanking his hair.
The tug went straight to his dick with a groan while he was rewarded for
obeying the movement with another toe-curling kiss with a lot of tongue,
thrusting and sucking. Yuuri anchored himself with his forearms on either side
of Wolfram’s golden head, gasping for air again when they resurfaced, gazing
down at the shimmering light looking up at him from Wolfram’s green eyes.
The Maou’s fiancé bit his ruby bottom lip, looking up under soot black lashes
as he reached downward, taking Yuuri in hand who shuddered at the hot touch,
and guided him down, down the wet tip trailing over his balls to the
destination below, meeting the soaking soft bottom-mouth in a sweet kiss.
The double black shook, his whole body vibrating with the need to push forward,
he dropped a chaste brush of lips on the smug pair in front of him, and nudged
his hips forward.
Wolfram gasped in sync with Yuuri as his body yielded to the Maou’s sword with
little resistance. Yuuri’s whole world slowly slid into place, and he finally
understood what Wolfram had been talking about. The heat was almost unbearable.
There was a brief moment when Yuuri’s head pushed deeper inside, that fear
almost gripped hold of him, thinking himself too big Wolfram was already at his
limit. But then the moment passed, and so did his length with only a brief
grimace from Wolfram, he sank deeper still until he rested entirely inside, his
balls bunched tightly against the soft swell of Wolfram’s ass.
The double black held himself taunt, immobile watching Wolfram’s flushed pretty
face slowly relax, a lone tear sliding down his cheek only to fizzle from his
body heat and evaporate as if it had never been. Yuuri shared a tender smile
with his lover, dripping his head in a slow and tender kiss, waiting
impatiently until Wolfram yanked on black bangs again and Yuuri’s hips snapped
back and forth willfully, causing them both to gasp again.
Yuuri nipped at Wolfram’s slack mouth and snapped his hips again, not stopping
this time, rocking them both together in a passionate dance.
Wolfram clung on to his hair and his biceps and his shoulders alternatively,
unable to choose between them as he gasped and moaned, squeezing Yuuri inside
and out while his double black lover rode his pleasure, panting and groaning
his own symphony.
The wet slap of skin on skin was loud in the huge room, seeming to echo them
even faster than they could respond in kind. The bed shook beneath them and
Yuuri dropped his head down, sucking under Wolfram’s jaw, licking and biting
until the fire mage was mewling loudly and dark love bites marked the
previously unblemished skin.
“Yuuri, Yuuri, Yuuri!” Wolfram gasped out as Yuuri pumped his hips faster and
deeper, their flesh slapping together harder and louder. Yuuri was sweating,
his muscles were trembling and his toes curling as the liquid fire burned
hotter in his belly. He was going to combust and he couldn’t stop, he galloped
towards his climax without consciously knowing where it would lead him, he only
knew he had to reach for it.
“Wolf!” He lifted his head and lapping into the hot welcoming mouth, his hands
also coming up to paw at the hard points of his lover’s chest. He pinched the
nubs between his short nails, tugging harshly on them as Wolfram echoed the
same punishment on his hair.
“AH! Yuuri!” The kiss became sloppy as all they could do was suck and pant
against each other’s idle lips, when Wolfram came apart under him for a second
time. White streams of come painting their bellies as Wolfram writhed around
him.
“Oh, Wolf. Oh, I’m coming!” Yuuri had felt nothing like the tight clamp of heat
spasming around him when Wolfram orgasmed. He shot his seed deep inside, his
bones almost vibrating out of his skin as he shook. He’d never felt anything so
powerful in his entire life.
Yuuri melted on top of Wolfram in the cooling aftermath, his muscles too weak
to hold him up any longer completely rung out from pleasure. Yuuri mouthed
lazily at Wolfram’s shoulder, licking the cooling sweat away. And everything
was lethargic and right in the world.
Chapter End Notes
     Chase3136: I feel kind of weird without any background to this so
     maybe I will add a flashback chapter later when I’m not feeling so
     weary. My confidence has just been shattered and I’m not gaining any
     ground back, so I’ve hit the point of desperation and I’m finally
     reaching out to you.
     Any advice will be greatly appreciated.
***** The Second Night: Yuu in Trouble *****
Chapter Notes
     Author’s Note: I apologise if my A/N on the previous chapter was less
     than coherent, I was slightly more sleep-deprived than I am this
     time. However, I received a very inspiring review which resulted in
     the idea of a short; roughly 7-chapter, porn with (very-slight-near-
     nothing) plot ficlet for each night of Wolfram’s heat week which I am
     now going to attempt. I hope it will help me get in the rhythm of
     regular updates again, since I’m still struggling to keep writing
     right now. Thank you so much to sherbear, I really appreciate your
     encouragement and this chapter is for you!
     UNbeta-ed: raw
     ALL WARNINGS STILL APPLY!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The next day was awkward. Yuuri had noticeably been avoiding Wolfram and Conrad
had been fishing for information as to why all day. Yuuri was relieved, and
lucky, when he headed to bed that night without answering any of his
godfather’s pressing questions.
Then, Yuuri was confronted with a cross-armed and glowering fiancé already in
his night clothes.
Not to mention, in heat.
“Eh…” Yuuri greeted eloquently.
Wolfram scoffed. “I guess you’re surprised to see me. But your being a wimp
doesn’t change the fact I’m still in heat.”
“Still?” Yuuri repeated stupidly, as if he hadn’t known, hadn’t thought about
it all day, hadn’t hoped...
“Yes, still. The definition of a heat week is that it lasts for more or less
than seven days.”
“More or less?”
Wolfram gave him a frustrated look. “Every carrier is different, but yes, it
can last any time between five to nine days every twenty one months.”
“So long?” Yuuri questioned weakly, feeling vaguely light headed. “Oh!” he
gasped as Wolfram was suddenly in front of him, his long fingers cupping the
outline of his half-hard dick. “Wolfram!” he protested, his own hands wrapping
around his lover’s wrists to halt the up and down motion already setting his
blood on fire.
“I’ve been wet all day, Yuuri.” Wolfram whispered to him, his warm breath
ghosting over Yuuri’s parted lips making them tingle. Yuuri’s resistance
evaporated with a groan he felt down to his toes which curled in his trainers
when the hands on him squeezed insistently. “I can’t stop thinking about last
night, how you felt moving inside me, soothing all my aches. I tried to do it
myself during my morning bath, but my fingers couldn’t reach as deep as you
did. I ache so badly and it’s only going to get worse in the days to come. I
need you, Yuuri.”
Yuuri gasped and shuddered as his dick was pulled from his black uniform pants,
nimble fingertips lavishing extra attention on his extra sensitive glans. He
hadn’t been able to get last night out of his head either. The memory of the
feel of Wolfram wrapped around him, hot, wet and so, so tight had haunted him
throughout the day, keeping his mind too fogged to get any work done at all.
If he gave in he was risking losing more of his mind without any hope of
regaining lucidity. However, when Wolfram pulled him backwards towards the
already rumpled bed by his stiff dick with a sultry smirk, his green eyes
glittering, he recognized that he had already given in.
Wolfram sat on the cool cotton sheets, his glowing face then level with Yuuri’s
erection which throbbed so hard at the hungry glaze to those hooded green eyes,
it bounced against Yuuri’s trembling abs and he moaned feeling the sharp tug in
the bottom of his spine.
His fiancé’s smirk was open mouthed and panting, Wolfram licked his pink lips
before dabbing the pre-come off the tip of the double black’s sword with his
scorching tongue.
“Oh! Wolf, please.” Yuuri gasped, his muscles twitching all over his too tense
body, his hands fisted at his side when he wanted so desperately to weave his
fingers in golden curls and pull Wolfram where he wanted him most.
Wolfram hummed his approval, before his hot mouth engulfed the weeping tip,
suckling sweetly. Yuuri felt lightning jolt from his head to his toes leaving
him quaking in the aftermath as Wolfram lavished him with licks and sucking
kisses. He was floating in an overflow of pleasure his body could hardly keep
up with, knowing where tonight was leading him.
Tonight, however, he wanted Wolfram to feel as good as he made Yuuri feel.
The double black unclenched his fists reaching forward and pushing firmly at
his lover’s shoulders. Wolfram gasped in shock before catching himself on his
hands outstretched behind him, his green eyes blazing with hurt and fury. Yuuri
couldn’t give the fire mage time to react and for his own insecurities to
overwhelm his sudden drive. He dropped to his knees beside the bed, between
Wolfram’s spread knees, stealing a chaste kiss on his way down.
Wolfram blinked at him, his angry protest silenced by his wimp’s lips. Yuuri
was blushing darkly but his black gaze was determined and Wolfram could only
watch in awe as his wimp pushed slightly damp palms up from below his knee,
over and above to his now trembling thighs, pushing up the long hem of the pink
nightshirt as the fire mage’s belly swooped with the slow touch.
Yuuri held his breath as long and smooth legs were bared to him, his mouth
desert-dry when his fingertips reached rounded hips and his thumbs caressed the
creases where thighs met pelvis. He sucked in a great stuttering breath when he
felt no leather there only smooth skin under his fingertips.
His dick nodded between his spread knees eagerly.
Black eyes drifted upward, taking in the negligee barely concealing the radiant
angel’s modesty while his hands were halfway underneath, the long line of
Wolfram’s torso, washboard-flat until the hard points of his sexy nipples Yuuri
had fallen just a little in love with last night. Wolfram’s board shoulders as
wide as his tantalizingly round hips giving the boy a classic streamline,
hourglass figure. His long neck was so sensual it beckoned Yuuri’s mouth to it
and the double black was thrilled to see the hickeys he’d made under Wolfram’s
narrow jaw still dark from the night before, hidden under a thick layer of
white powder.
Dark green eyes caught his and held him captive. The promise there was sinful.
It was the first time Yuuri had seen Wolfram look more demon than like an angel
before.
Licking his dry lips, Yuuri didn’t break eye contact as his right hand inched
inward on his lover’s thigh until his forefinger brushed up against soft and
snug balls. Wolfram gasped, shuddering, his mouth falling open, moist and pink.
Yuuri was leaning forward before he recognized the pull, his breath colliding
with Wolfram’s before their lips met in a clash of urgent teeth and tongues.
Wolfram balanced on his right arm behind him while his left arm came up to
cling around Yuuri’s shoulders and neck, his hand pinching at blushing ears and
tugging harshly at black bangs.
Yuuri groaned and moved his idle hand again, tucking his fingers under the
cute, pouch-like balls warm under his palm when he finally found the promised
hole, wet and yielding to his finger as he pressed inside at the same time he
sucked Wolfram’s tongue into his own mouth.
He greatly enjoyed how his fire mage lover quaked beneath him, moaning in his
husky voice. His finger wiggled and thrashed while the tight walls of muscles
surrounding him danced and rippled to the music of Wolfram’s gasps and moans,
Yuuri’s new favorite song.
He straightened his right forearm and wrist, tensing his biceps before moving
harder, his finger plunging in and out faster to the sloppy sounds of Wolfram’s
pleasure climbing higher. Yuuri suckled the muscle flicking inside his mouth,
gently scraping his teeth against it as his own dick throbbed painfully so a
thin string of come dribbled onto the stone floor digging into his uniform-clad
knees.
“More, Yuuri.” Wolfram mumbled around his tongue taken hostage, rolling his
hips then chest up against the double black’s body suspended over him, bringing
them roughly together through the layers of their clothes.
Yuuri hummed deep in his throat, catching his weight on his left arm which shot
out a second before they collapsed to the mattress, Wolfram’s legs over the
side of the bed and Yuuri still knelt between them. The double black gasped as
his neglected dick rubbed against the side of the mattress, deliberately
rubbing harder into the cotton covers as he pressed his middle finger alongside
his forefinger as they were greedily pulled inside his lover’s soft pussy.
“Ah! Yuuri!” Wolfram threw his head back, his golden hair curling like a halo
around his angelic face glowing red in the bright candlelit room. His feet
lifted off the cool stone of the floor, to hook his ankles together at the
small of the kneeling double black’s back, his knees spreading wider urging
Yuuri to thrust deeper. Wolfram was moaning in a continuous stream of
encouraging noises, pitch gaining height and volume the longer his king and
lover stabbed at and soothed his aches.
Yuuri sucked the skin below the fire mage’s collarbones the negligee couldn’t
contain, wanting to leave his mark on a place Wolfram wouldn’t have to cover
with powder like he was ashamed. His wrist was beginning to ache from the
strength he was putting into fingering his lover but he wanted to see Wolfram
come apart again, he wanted to do that for Wolfram.
He wanted to know he could make his beautiful, brave and kind lover feel good.
“Oh, fuck! I’m gonna – Yuuri! – I’m gonna come!” Wolfram dug his neatly cut
nails into Yuuri’s tan forearm as if to fight against the double black’s quick
shaking jabs in and out which only spurred Yuuri on, made him more persistent
to prove himself to his doubtful fiancé. However, Wolfram didn’t fight, just
hung on tight to his lover’s capable arms as he shook apart, his cute and
painfully pink dick streaking his belly, chest and neck white in thick ropes
that arched high while a rush of slick pooled in Yuuri’s idle hand. A full
minute later he was still wiggling his fingers inside as the hot pussy clenched
hard before tapering out into weaker and weaker flutters still clinging to him.
Wolfram was so compliant after an orgasm it was a secret side to him Yuuri felt
honored to behold. His skin was a beautiful rose hue and his long limbs were
sprawled in a sexily relaxed way, completely trusting. Yuuri had never felt as
lucky as he did just to be here in this moment.
Then his dick gave an almighty pulse, pre-come spurting out from the harsh tug
in his balls. Fuck, he was so close.
He must have groaned or squeaked or something because Wolfram was blinking down
the lean line of his glowing body dazedly, his mouth still slack from coming
and his breathing was still fast. Just the look in those dark green eyes has
Yuuri gasping for breath and gripping the root of his dick, shaking with the
restrain to not come.
A warm hand encircling him, tugging him to his feet by his hard-on and it was
the most heavenly invitation Yuuri could ever receive right now and he was
eagerly standing and shuffling forward between Wolfram spread legs, his creamy
skin painted with his own cream and flushed so prettily. Yuuri wanted to dive
right in but Wolfram gave him pause as the fire mage smirked, biting at the
swell of his ruby bottom lip before lifting his right leg teasingly high over
the double black’s head, and rolling onto his belly to peer cheekily over his
shoulder, a drop of white smearing sticky on the cotton now beneath his glowing
left cheek.
Yuuri was thoroughly distracted, his head swimming with heat when the beauty
finally got his knees under him and his pert round bottom was tantalizingly
swayed in front of the double black’s vision.
From this angle, Yuuri could see the clear slick had soaked between those plump
and bouncy cheeks to the winking hole nestled in-between, that forbidden place
looked as supple and perfect as the rest of his lover and for one wild, primal
moment…Yuuri wanted to know that place like he wanted to know every part of
Wolfram.
“Put it in.” Wolfram urged him, pushing his ass onto Yuuri’s steel-hard length
so the purpling tip slipped along the glistening trail from the swollen flesh
of his pussy hole across his blood-hot taint, catching on the tight rim of his
tightly gaping asshole, gasping with Wolfram as he watched it clench at the
unexpected contact.
Yuuri gulped, his mouth suddenly flooded with saliva and shook his head clear
of the red haze, attempting to regain his mobility functions.
Dragging his dickhead downward again felt so good but nothing could compare to
sliding himself back inside Wolfram’s body, hissing and trembling at the sear
heat and raw embrace while Wolfram made the most sexiest noise ever, a cross
between a moan and a bitten off squeal: a sweet mewl.
“Fuck!” He was out of breath and out of patience, unable to restrain himself
from rocking his hips immediately even though he felt it was polite to wait.
But Wolfram was rocking with him, his asscheeks bouncing off Yuuri’s tan
hipbones in no time. Yuuri could hardly keep his eyes from rolling to the back
of his head as his balls swung heavy, slapping the tight pouch of Wolfram’s
balls causing them both to whine from the pit of their bellies where the liquid
fire of their lust burned them both with its building intensity.
The double black reached around undulating hips to grasp clenching thighs,
using the leverage to shove his dick harder, the slurp and slap of their
fucking louder than their enthusiastic voices combined. Yuuri’s battering hips
were steadily pushing Wolfram further up the bed until the double black had to
climb onboard or pause to reposition them to where they started.
He clambered onto the mattress on his cold and bruised knees, his black uniform
pants and black leather underwear tangled around his ankles trapped by his
white sneakers. His white shirt was sweat-stuck to his back, shirttails
tickling his ass and his hair was limp and dripping sweat too, and still he
fell across Wolfram’s negligee covered back, licking and nipping at the damp
nape in his face even as he dropped onto his left side hugging the fire mage’s
body against him, grabbing one creamy thigh, Wolfram’s toes pointed up toward
the high ceiling and fucking into the wide gap in-between.
“Nuh! Yuuri!” Wolfram whimpered at the new angle and Yuuri whined a little,
liking it too. The fire mage’s grip on the sheets slackened while he writhed on
the dick inside him, circling his hips in a magical way which caused his double
black lover to dig his blunt fingertips into his bruiseable flesh harsher and
quake dangerously inside him.
In an act of revenge, Yuuri wiggled his trapped arm beneath Wolfram so he could
reach one stiff and sensitive nipple with his left hand. It was Wolfram’s turn
to quake so deliciously when the devious double black pinched and tugged his
left nipple ruthlessly, it being just as tantalizingly torturous for him while
the fire mage thrashed in his arms, his pussy swallowing his dick and gulping
around him with each punishment he dealt upon his lover’s chest.
Unable to hold on any longer, Yuuri returned Wolfram’s legs beneath him so he
was on his forearms and knees once again and Yuuri spread his legs wide,
managing to kick his right foot free of his sneaker and pants in one volatile
air-kick, on the outside of Wolfram’s as he pushed back inside. The young king
bowed over his lover’s back, his hands on either side of Wolfram’s board
shoulders as he snapped his hips against the soft pillow of his lover’s ass,
gasping deeply at the hot swing of his balls and the electric tingling in his
spine.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh!” Wolfram murmured, too lost in the heat of the moment to be
aware he was saying anything at all.
“Oh, fuck, Wolf! I’m so close, I’m gonna – I have to -” Yuuri stammered, his
rhythmic thrusts suddenly sloppy. He pushed himself onto his knees, hands
sweeping up and down the sensual arch of Wolfram’s spine, watching through a
too bright haze as the muscles under the glowing pale skin shifted and gyrated
with the meeting of their pelvises.
“Come, Yuuri. I’m close too, so close. Come with me?” Green eyes gazed at him
from where his golden head was tilted back over his left shoulder.
The double black nodded eager, falling forward again to band his right arm
around those sexy shoulders, his left arm supporting them alongside Wolfram’s
straightened out before him.
“Yeah, yes, Wolf. Let’s come together.” Yuuri gasped and kissed him, open
mouthed and with too much tongue but it was enough. He felt it everywhere they
touched when Wolfram’s entire body tightened and he fell over the edge, light
burst behind Yuuri’s eyes and his whole world exploded in blissed-out-white.
He touched heaven this night, and it wouldn’t be the last time.
                                 NEXT CHAPTER
                       The Third Night: We Fall Together
Chapter End Notes
     FanART: 1stDraft - still rough but I might tidy it up as I update
     this story.
     Chase3136: *shrugs* I’m now pretty sure I’m not going to go down this
     road for YF even though I like how its working out in this story. I
     have another idea, something similar heat-wise but differing demon-
     biology-wise, I’ve been thinking will be more suitable for YF’s tone
     of plot.
     Things are beginning to look up, thanks to the gentle encouragement
     and reassurances of reviewers and every single kudos, so thank you so
     much to everyone who has been talking to me.
***** The Third Night: We Fall Together *****
Chapter Notes
     CHAPTER WARNINGS: hermaphrodite Wolfram meaning duel-sex parts (ALL
     external male reproductive bits as well as internal female bits);
     also ‘heat’ implies some dubious consent issues but rest assured both
     boys want to act upon their urges here.
     NOT beta-ed: raw
     A teeny tiny bit of plot snuck in this chapter…
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Waking in his uniform shirt and with his pants still around one leg as well as
one sneaker on was not the most pleasant way to wake up. Yuuri’s head was so
heavy. He barely managed to pull himself out of bed, throw the covers over
Wolfram’s indecently sprawled form and stumble into the adjoining bathroom
before Conrad could discover him in his less than respectful position.
Yuuri had sat at his desk during the morning, dazed and feverish with a raging
hard-on that just wouldn’t quit even after he’d escaped to the bathroom to jerk
off for the fifth time in three hours. There was an uncomfortable wet spot
slowly spreading, precariously near-visible on the black uniform pants when he
stood slight hunched over, where his dick was persistently fat against his
thigh.
He was beginning to chafe.
Conrad had kept giving his charge worried and speculative looks verging on
suspicion. Apparently, Wolfram hadn’t emerged from the Maou’s bedchamber all
morning and had sent a short missive to Gwendal explaining he was too exhausted
to see to his duties today…without specifying why.
Yuuri was pretty sure they all thought they were sick.
Finally, just minutes past noon after the longest morning of Yuuri’s entire
life, Conrad asked him if he was feeling unwell. Yuuri had leapt on the ready
excuse, too frazzled to feel at all guilty about lying to his protector before
hobbling out the office door. He found an empty study to rest in the ten minute
journey toward bed where he knew Wolfram was waiting for him. The study had
immorally comfortable looking furniture which was all he needed to convince
himself to stay here while he waited for this too raw and aching storm to pass.
He couldn’t face Wolfram right now. His head was filled with steaming red mist,
obscuring all his senses without his beautiful lover clouding it further. His
stomach was knotting and his balls were too hot and heavy with blood and other
fluids, and his dick still wasn’t giving up.
The double black was at the end of his tether, gritting his teeth in
frustration while he sweated for no reason he could see, and since jerking off
wasn’t lessening his condition he simply curled up into a shivering ball on the
lounge couch in front of the cold and dark fireplace. He squeezed his eyes
tightly shut until he fell into a lustful daze-like slumber.
Wolfram had known it was risky to take a personal day. Everyone’s attention had
immediately been on his out-of-character declaration and Gunter (of all people)
had called from the other side of the solid, unmoving bedroom doors if Gisela
should be notified. Wolfram had been forced to think quicker than his primal
brain was functioning right now with pulses of wet heat crashing throughout his
entire being like tidal waves upon the Kingdom’s docks, hissing out a rude
rebuttal and a plea to just be left alone until the worst had passed. Because
it would be worse if he were to recklessly venture out in daylight right now. A
carrier in heat was something few men (and women) could resist when flaunted so
boldly under their noses.
Wolfram would rather sweat it out in wait for his wimp to return every long,
hard day of this dreaded week, fingering himself raw for hours upon hours until
both his wrists were sore and spilling with slick, his fingers cramped beyond
usefulness.
It was at such a time when the haze had faded enough to refocus on his
surroundings, shocked cold when he saw the dense shadows within the room, the
sun long set and still no wimp by his side.
A terrible moment of fear crept into his heart before he managed to shove it
out with a reflexive shake of his head, rationalizing it as his primal brain
trying to influence him, to make him feel vulnerable at this critical stage in
his hormone cycle. He was stronger than that however, so he shook off the
impeding ice, picking himself up off the ruined sheets and wrapping himself in
his dress-robe, conserving his body temperature and letting himself feel
comforted by it.
He triple knotted the pink sash, wiggled his toes inside his matching slippers
and determinedly stalked towards the doors which had been firmly closed all
day, lit candlestick in hand and dick throbbing between his legs leaving a
stringy trail of pre-come splattered on his navel, not allowing himself to
pause as he stepped out into the corridor beyond the safety of his heat-nest.
He had a wimp to find.
It took what felt like a (human) lifetime, since he had to tiptoe around
interspersed guards whom peered around corners confusedly after he slipped by
which was difficultto do in his current state, his palm cupping the soft glow
of his candle in the dim, moonlight-washed corridors. He eventually peered into
the librarian’s study, disused since she preferred to make full use of the
castle’s large library itself, only to find his wimp passed out on the largest
piece of furniture in the practically bare room.
Wolfram sighed in relief and slight irritation because if all the wimp wanted
to do was sleep then he should have just returned to their bed with him,
instead of wondering off on his own. The fire mage walked into the study,
silently shutting the door behind him before rounding the couch so the flame of
his candle illuminated the black mass lying there, only to freeze at the
shimmer of fitful sweat on tan skin and the stressed hitch of his sleeping
wimp’s breathing.
Wide green eyes softened after a motionless moment and understanding swept in
like a cool breeze, soothing the blaze under his skin like a lover’s touch
while his thighs quivered with another surge of wetness between them.
Yuuri was in rut…because of Wolfram’s heat.
Love and lust flooded his heart and mind as he lowered his candleholder onto
the stone floor in front of the empty fireplace, before climbing (bare foot)
onto the couch with his stirring wimp. His tough-from-horse-riding thighs
hugging lean hips as the fire mage situated himself over his wimp’s bulging
crotch, his internal walls clenching impatiently and heavy black eyes blinked
up at him.
“Wolf?” Yuuri whispered, too sleepy to sound puzzled.
Wolfram shushed him with a sweetly chaste kiss while his long fingers patiently
tugged his lover’s hard dick from loosened black pants, watching Yuuri awaken
beneath him greedily. He quickly dug his slightly trembling fingers in the
triple knot of his dress-robe, yanking it free so the pink wool fell open and
he shivered when the cool evening draft from the small wooden window wafted
across his puffy nipples. It conflicted fiercely with his pulsing dick soaked
in the fever from Yuuri’s body slumped beneath him.
“I know what you need.” Wolfram whispered, brushing his lips along the double
black’s jaw while Yuuri tilted up into the tantalizingly tender touch. “Let me
take good care of you like you’ve been taking care of me.”
Yuuri’s head rolled across the back of the couch his black bangs clinging to
the rich fabric, his head too fogged to answer coherently before Wolfram
lowered himself down over him, teasingly rubbing the broad helmet of Yuuri’s
dick against the pink silk encircling his pussy and behind to the promise
between his already drenched asscheeks.
Wide-palmed tan hands dropped onto Wolfram’s fluttering dress-robe covered hips
as the fire mage rubbed the hot flesh of his pussy up and down the full rigid
length. Wolfram panted against Yuuri’s burning left cheek until the double
black turned his head and caught the fire mage’s open mouth in a messily
passionate kiss.
Tongues entwined and tangled, their chins soon shining with saliva, it was
sloppy and sinful and the best kiss of all time. They were on fire together,
bodies ablaze and drowning in desire.
“Wolf.” Yuuri whined when they pulled apart, panting for breath. Wolfram
shushed him with a softer, brush of their slack mouths before leaning back with
a smirk, the double black’s shaft nudging at his plush pussy-hole.
“I’ve finally caught you.” Wolfram sighed, sliding down, feeling the blood
pulse through the big vein when Yuuri’s body pulled taunt and the fire mage
swallowed him to the root. Wolfram gasped, his thighs trembling and his skin
coming over with white hot pin-pricks, his nipples tightening so quickly he
felt it pull on a nerve at the small of his back. Fuck, it felt so good.
He didn’t pause to catch his breath, he levered himself forward and up again by
his white-knuckled grip on the back of the couch either side of Yuuri’s dark
head, before letting gravity take him again, dropping his plump ass heavily
down onto the tan pelvis with a moist clap of skin on skin, bouncing again and
again, and again.
“Fuck, Wolf.” Yuuri hissed. His blunt fingers digging into the supple flesh of
his hips so deep Wolfram knew there would be an imprint of his calluses for
days.
Wolfram groaned and rolled his hips forward a little more so the hardness
inside him rubbed against the internal-wall separating his pussy from his
prostrate and chocked on a scream, his yearning dribbling onto the seat between
them while he convulsed with vigor.
“Yes, right there! Fuck me, Yuuri!” But Wolfram was doing the fucking, slamming
himself onto Yuuri while the double black held on for dear life, just gasping
and bowing as pleasure crackled up and down his spine.
The fire mage spread his knees wide, buried low in the velvet pillows of the
furniture so he could pound that dick deeper, harder on that tormented spot
inside, fucking wild, driving himself crazy.
“Wolf!” Yuuri suddenly came alive from under him, grabbing palm-fulls of rosy
asscheeks, yanking them apart and slamming his dick up into the space between,
causing the fire mage to shiver and melt against his sturdy chest.
For once the wimpy teen took the initiative, wrapping his baseball-toned arms
tight around the fire mage’s waist, rising onto wobbly legs to switch their
positions, Yuuri’s dick momentarily slipping free of Wolfram’s clinging hole
causing them both to whine and quiver at the loss of stimulation. Once the fire
mage was dazedly on his knees and bent over the arm of the couch facing the
cold fireplace however, Yuuri slid home again and immediately set a brutal
pace, his uniform pants loose around his knees and his jacket still buttoned to
the high collar.
Wolfram clamped down around Yuuri as his lover plunged balls deep inside him,
biting the dry fabric under his sweaty cheek bunched tightly between his
clawing fingers, milking his slippery pussy around the double black’s dick as
they collided together. He grinded back on Yuuri faster and faster, his pale
skin gleaming in the dim light of the candle while tan covered muscle jumped
behind him.
Wolfram’s head was swimming with the relentless friction against his sweet-
spot. Yuuri pumped his hips harder, his hands flying onto his lover’s rotating
hips pinning Wolfram down as he fucked him in short and choppy strokes.
“Yuu-Yuuri! Come, come inside me!” Wolfram cried, desperate as he arched up to
meet his wimpy lover as he slammed in and out of his fluttering hole, the slick
walls of his pussy sucking at Yuuri’s painfully swollen dick.
“Wolf, Wolf, Wolfram!” The baseball boy pressed in deep, his balls pulling up
tight as he emptied his impossibility dense load inside (especially since he
had come six times since last night), his abs rippling with each pulse at the
same time the pretty boy squeezed around him and spurted out white across the
blue velvet, his glowing abused thighs glistening with fresh moisture.
They both panted in the following quiet, Yuuri slumped partially on top of the
sleek curve of Wolfram’s back and partly against the back of the couch, eyes
half-mass unlike his dick…
…which remained ridiculously rigid…
“Wha?” Yuuri questioned it, bewildered and verging on scared until Wolfram
gently embraced him from the inside, distracting him with how good he felt even
now and the promise of even more before the fire mage wiggled around onto his
back to confront the double black with his smoldering gaze.
“You’re in rut, Yuuri.” Wolfram told him, bright with satisfaction. He
playfully thumbed the slippery head of his wimp’s steel, watching as Yuuri
shuddered his breath hitching almost painfully through dark and hungry green
eyes. “My heat triggered your demon biology, Yuuri. It means we have compatible
blood. Your body wants to fill me up.” He confessed carefully, waiting for the
inevitably moment when the wimp would be a wimp again.
However, the double black simply bobbed his head up and down agreeably,
stunning Wolfram by his supposed ease with the sudden sexual nature of their
relationship, not that he was complaining. Before his wimp could come out of
his rut-induced sense, the cunning fire mage rubbed the squishy tip of Yuuri’s
sword round the swell of the cherry flesh encircling his pussy, keeping them
both sopping before coaxing his lover inside once again.
This time, Yuuri grabbed hold of Wolfram’s right thigh and pushed it towards
his pale shoulder while the double black flattened his balls hard upon his ass,
making them both yell out.
Wolfram stretched his left foot high above him on the back of the couch for
leverage to meet each and every one of Yuuri’s punishing thrusts, feeling the
jump of his wimp’s balls snug against him when the double black bent him
practically in half to dive his tongue passed his ruby lips, their peek quickly
approaching once again.
They came again, both quaking with the force of it drawing from their core.
Wolfram was so full, their collective cream dribbled down the cleft of his ass
even whole they continued to spasm out of control, and yet they did not stop.
That night, in lust they collided again and again. It was brilliant in its
intensity, lighting up the dark of the night brighter than the dying flame of
the lonely candle beside the stone fireplace and thawing the winter chill
whistling through the cracks in the window frame.
It was them at last.
                                 NEXT CHAPTER
                      The Fourth Morning: Lust between Us
Chapter End Notes
     Chase3136 (reply to Nickesha on fanfiction.net): I'm trying out the
     hermaphrodite idea, so Wolfram has both but its only during his heat
     week his 'other' parts, meaning as a male his pussy, are 'active' or
     accessible even. Wolfram has explained a little of how it works in
     the first chapter but there will be more information about my
     thoughts on it towards the end, I promise.
     _
     I don’t think I’ll ever do something like this again; I’m just
     working through the struggle to get back into writing. I’m not
     usually one to write explicit sex scenes so this is good practise.
     I hope readers are enjoying the porn so far! Just four more chapters
     to go before this pure filth is complete!
***** The Fourth Morning: Lust between Us *****
Chapter Notes
     Author’s Note: here’s some setup for more plot in the next
     chapter…and some hot MORNING SEX!
     NOT beta-ed: raw
     WARNING: EXPLICIT as ever!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Waking half dressed, his black uniform pants tangled around his knees and his
jacket even now completely buttoned from his waist to his high collar, stifling
hot was not the most pleasant way to wake up.
However, the hard body pressing him into the back of the longue couch and the
smooth bare skin wrapped in fluffy wool under his hands, in his arms was a
very, very pleasant sensation to rouse to, and one way Yuuri felt he could get
used to waking up.
The sky was beginning to lighten through the lone study window on the north
facing side of Blood Pledge Palace which meant the sun would scarcely be
peeking over the horizon in their east facing bedchamber…where Conrad would be
knocking on the doors for his and Yuuri’s run within a couple of impending
hours…
Yuuri sat bolt upright, jarring Wolfram from his slumber to blink dazedly up at
him where he was reclined against the arm of the couch.
“Yuuri?” The ruffled fire mage grumbled, immediately rolling over and snuggling
back down to sleep.
“We need to return before everyone gets up.” Yuuri realized numbly, his eyes
wide in the dim morning light. His mind hurtled through many, many scenarios of
them being discovered in this room, half-naked and it being undeniable what
they had been doing, many times for many nights…in a row.
None of those scenes ended with Yuuri unscathed.
“Wolf…we have to get to our bedroom fast before Conrad discovers us gone.” He
repeated in one breath, his heart suddenly thundering beneath his breastbone.
He shuffled down the couch enough to yank his underwear and pants up his
chilled legs before focusing his attention on his lover.
Wolfram grumbled incoherently from where he was curled into a pink woolen ball,
his eyes firmly closed, long lashes soft against his cheeks and his breathing
slow, pink lips tilting up in a smile as he drifted between wakefulness and
falling deeper into sleep once again. Yuuri stared at the peaceful angel, his
chest full of warmth and the righteousness of his subconscious promise to
protect this precious person…However they really did need to get moving right
now.
“Wolf? Wolfram!” He gently but insistently shook the nearest shoulder, which
happened to be the left one, and Wolfram groaned in a way that had become
familiar and sent hot shivers down Yuuri’s spine.
“It’s too early…Go on without me…” The beautiful angel pleaded.
“No.” Yuuri sighed, shaking his head. “It’s verging on too late, everyone will
be up soon if they aren’t by now. And I can’t ‘go on without’ you. What will
Conrad think when he finds me alone in our bedroom? That’s almost as bad as
discovering us both missing.” He hissed out, frustrated, shoving at the so-
called angel again. “Come on, Wolf.”
Wolfram groaned again, but thankfully heaved himself up to sit even while his
eyes remained stubbornly closed. Yuuri rolled his black eyes and supported the
deadweight of his fiancé on his feet which lagged behind as they stumbled out
the doorway and down one corridor, followed by the next, the double black
keeping a nervous ear out as they closed quickly on the east side of the
castle.
Yuuri had to stop them several times along the way, holding his breath while
the guards exchanged shifts and the maids were chaotically dashing about
everywhere in preparation for the new day. The double black was at once proud
and annoyed by the efficiency of his subjects in their respective duties…Right
now, he wished they would have cared less and chanced a late start.
Despite everything, Yuuri sighed in relief when they managed to enter the
Maou’s bedchamber undetected. It had been a feat too, what with Gunter
wondering around making sure everyone else was on schedule. Yuuri knew for a
fact the lilac-haired advisor also worked late into the night, which left the
double black pondering how often the older man slept at all?
“Here we go, Wolf-chan.” Yuuri teased good-naturedly, grinning before he
dropped Wolfram’s sleek mass sliding off his shoulders onto their crumpled bed
sheets with a bounce and a startled, “oof” from the suddenly sprawled angel.
Green eyes squinted up at him and black eyes stared back.
Yuuri bobbed his head up and down slowly.
“You’re right. We should sleep some more before Conrad arrives. We’ve got about
an hour to kill, so why not?” He said agreeably, walking around to Wolfram’s
side of the bed since the fire mage didn’t appear to be moving any time soon
and finally took off his stifling uniform, stripping down to his leather
underwear. He crawled onto the feather mattress bringing the covers with him
from where they seemed to have been kicked toward the footboard at one time.
He waited patiently while Wolfram dragged himself toward Yuuri’s pillow before
the double black then covered them over and snuggled down, the foggy edges of
his mind closing in at once.
Several minutes later, Yuuri became aware of the warm body against his right
side curled around his arm. The reddish sunlight streamed into the room and
through his closed eyelids, which he refused to open now that he’d given into
the weight of them.
“Hey, Yuuri…” Wolfram whispered close to his ear, hot breath caressing the
underside of his jaw. “…I want to do it again. Please?”
Yuuri felt his dick twitch in his resisting underwear but that was all. He was
exhausted.
“Wolf, it’s still sunrise…sleep some more…Hey!” Yuuri complained when Wolfram
inched his leg over his hips, the hot skin of the beauty’s hardness rubbing
against the bare skin of the double black’s thigh.
“But I’m in heat and it’s your responsibility.” Wolfram murmured, his voice
breathy and more husky than usual, and hearing it caused Yuuri’s belly to
tighten, his blood suddenly surging with fire. Again.
Wolfram nuzzled at his throat before the tickle of golden hair brushed
downward, lips soft but persistent as they fluttered and gently sucked leaving
dark red blemishes behind as he trailed his panting, open mouth down, down,
down over tan shoulders, one dusky areola, under Yuuri’s ribcage and passed his
now quivering belly, Wolfram completely disappearing under the covers as he
wiggled pale shoulders between bony knees to rest his upper-body on tan thighs.
The double black groaned while his beautiful lover untied the black leather
underwear and tugged his fattening dick out to lick a hot, wet swipe up the
underside. Yuuri jolted at the contact, his abdominal muscles contracting
harshly at the next lick, and the one after it, then another, his dick
helplessly stiffening with more and more blood from that too hot tongue
dragging over the sensitive dickhead. The double black almost bit through the
thin flesh of his bottom lip to keep from yelling out when Wolfram, finally
suckled the tip between his soft, spit-shiny lips sinking him shallowly into
glorious wet heat.
After a brief moment of Wolfram milking the slit between his tongue and the
ridged roof of his mouth, Yuuri released his abused lip from his teeth and
grinned dazedly up at the green canopy of their four-poster bed.
“You’re hopeless.” He sighed around his grin, his hands making the journey
beneath the covers to gently guide his angel by the shoulders up to the surface
beside him once again, giving into the urge to pinch Wolfram’s butt in reproach
for not letting him sleep but gentling the action with a sucking kiss to his
pale throat the instant the yelp of protest hit the cool morning air.
Yuuri didn’t give Wolfram time to chide him, replacing any forthcoming words
with throaty moans when the double black ducked his head and took one sweet
pebbled nipple into his mouth, his left hand pinching at the other, rolling it
between his fingers while he rolled the right gently between his top teeth and
tongue. Wolfram writhed, immediately wrapping his exquisitely long legs around
the double black’s narrow waist, knees up around tan shoulders as he rocked
down and mewled in obvious frustration.
“Yuuri, please!” Wolfram griped, sounding on the verge of panic when Yuuri’s
left hand dropped from his chest but soon the panic chocked off when attentive
fingers rubbed tentatively down the hard length of his dick, over the tight,
too hot pouch of his balls and questing under to the space behind.
“Wolf, so wet already?” Yuuri gasped, panting over the tight peek, seeing it
harden from the cool temperature of the room after the warmth of his mouth,
shiny with spit as his angel canted his hips up, undulating his pussy against
the wide pad of his forefinger, soft hole opening easily and beckoning him
inside.
“I’ve been wet all week, wimp.” Wolfram reminded him grumpily, his eyes closed
and his golden head thrown back on Yuuri’s pillow.
“Don’t call me a wimp while we make love.” He chided, licking his lips before
pressing slowly inside, watching under heavy lids as the pale body flushed as
pink as the open robe pooled around him.
Wolfram was so beautiful like this, long, lithe body stretched out for hungry
black eyes to drink in, pale arms high above his golden head, so wild
and…uninhibited. His pretty dick, pink-flushed and glistening at the tip, his
blushing thighs spread wide and shining with slick. His ass full and round
beneath him and the expanse of his asshole was exposed and alluringly soft-
looking. So sexy. He felt honored just to be here, a witness to this moment, to
be able to touch.
“Stop teasing me.” Wolfram begged, rocking down on the two fingers inside him,
making obscene sloppy noises, stretching him but not enough. He thrust his ass
up with a heady gasp when his annoyingly patient lover’s pinky-finger pressed
(accidently?) against his virgin asshole.
“Don’t call me a tease either.” Yuuri said with his slack-jawed smile. He
reluctantly took his hand away and dragged his dick along the underside where
Wolfram was slickest, feeling his angel’s body clench in anticipation while he
rubbed the tip over the source of the wetness with a low groan. Wolfram sighed
sweetly and bucked, trying to push his lover’s dick into him sending a pleasing
warmth spreading through the double black’s chest outward, down his limbs.
Yuuri molded his hands to round hips once he’d pushed the covers completely
aside so that wet little hole was open for him to fuck into. Yuuri was close to
coming just from the sight and recollection of that cloying heat, so he took a
moment to admire Wolfram’s puffy-pink nipples standing proud and his manhood
where it wept steadily upon his cute navel. Curiously, Yuuri reached out a
trembling finger to stimulate the sensitive-looking glans, relishing in the
high cry Wolfram let out, the fire mage’s nimble body twisting under him.
With a groan, Yuuri dragged his reverent hands up and down muscled sides,
squeezing rounded hips as he thrust forward, pushing his dick deep into that
hot, tight hole, slipping inside grunting low and almost coming when Wolfram
clenched around him and keened, lean torso bowing away from the bed.
Yuuri had to pause for a minute, breathing heavy and fighting the urge to pump
his come into that delectable hole, staring down at green eyes glassy with lust
and mouth bitten red. But Wolfram wiggled demandingly before long and Yuuri
pumped his hips forward, balls slapping against firm cheeks. Wolfram mewled and
bucked, rocking his hips down to take more of Yuuri’s dick.
“Harder, wimp! Fuck me harder!”
Yuuri lunged forward to suck on Wolfram’s nipples, pinch and grope at them as
he fucked inside his pussy with a steady roll of his hips that left Wolfram
aching, his red mouth slack and fucked loose, the thick head of Yuuri’s dick
rubbing his walls making him moan for it eagerly.
Wolfram tugged on the double black’s hair to yank his head up into a kiss, more
tongue and teeth than lips. Yuuri pulled Wolfram’s left leg higher to push
deeper inside and they let out a punched out whine together.
“Yes! There! More! More!” Wolfram praised, gasping and sweating.
“Are you close, Wolf? Are you coming?” He asked desperately.
“No! Not yet! Don’t come yet!” Wolfram’s mouth dragged over the sensitive shell
of his ear as he hissed and Yuuri shivered as the angel grabbed him, shoving at
his sternum until he fell onto his back on Wolfram’s side of the bed and his
angel followed him, squeezing him, keeping him locked inside as he climbed on
top, taking hold of Yuuri’s hands and pressing rough palms to the sensitive
points on his chest.
Then Wolfram tensed his thighs, lifting and dropping, sliding Yuuri’s dick in
and out of his wet sheath with another mewl. “Yuuri, make me come.”
Which found the double black with Wolfram in his lap, legs wrapped around him
setting a hard rhythm of rocking while arousal leaked between the fire mage’s
spread legs, Yuuri’s balls slapping against that slickened rosy bottom sending
persistent shivers down the double black’s spine.
Yuuri whimpered and shuffled further up the bed to rest against the headboard
before he grabbed hold of the soft bouncing flesh of Wolfram’s cheeks,
attempting to slow his lover’s frantic rocking. Fingering in-between, pressing
back against his lover’s tight asshole briefly as he searched and
(accidentally) slipped right passed his pussy-hole. He caught the first knuckle
of his middle finger on the rim before finding and pushing into his tightening
pussy alongside his pumping dick.
“Wolf, take it easy.” Yuuri warned gently. His chest puffed up a little
meanwhile little sighs escaped his angel’s lips. The angel’s fluid beginning to
seep slowly down Yuuri’s perineum during which time the double black’s
worshipful hands moved up and down, shaping the lush swell of his ass.
But Wolfram continued to ride him hard, gasping out. “Make me come again,
almost there, just a little more…” before slumping forward and fucking his
tongue into Yuuri’s slack mouth, gyrating his hips in fast and unsteady
movements, chasing the pleasure pooling at his core.
Feeling suddenly daring, Yuuri reluctantly pried his right hand from one palm-
full cheek to enclose his fingers about the hard dick slapping against his
lover’s rippling abdominal muscles. The shaft hot against his rough palm and
drooling in his tight fist, causing it to throb and jerk at the same time
Wolfram jumped and trembled.
Then Wolfram shuddered above him, clenching down inside, pussy milking Yuuri’s
dick while the hardness in Yuuri’s hand spurted out clear streaks across his
tan chest, Wolfram’s golden head thrown back in the morning light pouring
through the wall of windows.
“So good, Yuuri, Yuuri fucks me so good, I love your cock, Yuuri. I love how
you fuck me. I love you, Yuuri.” He gushed as he shook through his orgasm, his
long fingers tangled in the double black’s hair.
Yuuri groaned, coming wet and hot, leaping up to slot his lips over Wolfram’s
babbling mouth, flicking his tongue over swollen lips as he stiffened, balls
deep inside where Wolfram sat heavy in his lap, his dick swelling even as his
balls contracted, catching on Wolfram’s pussy-opening as the fire mage twitched
with aftershocks and Yuuri tilted his hips up, then slowly slid out again,
working over and over until they were both sticky together.
I love you, Yuuri.
In a moment which lasted only seconds but could have lasted for generations,
Yuuri realized he wanted to confess the same.
He was in love too.
And how could he not be? Wolfram was pretty and passionate and perfect for him.
Wolfram was the one whom he wanted by his side through the good and bad times.
Always.
Wolfram was the one person he could never say goodbye to…How had he never
recognized this before?
They slumped together, panting, sweaty and sated once again. Wolfram smiling
into Yuuri’s neck, humming while Yuuri stared up at the canopy watching the
sunbeams dance with the shadows of bare and whipping tree-limbs, blinking
slowly as his revelation, his reality expanded around him out from his chest.
He was in bed with the man he loved, who was in heat and they had just made
love. He felt happy, content with his life, where he was supposed to be.
Then, as soon as the feeling enveloped him it crashed and burned on an inward
spiral as Wolfram murmured, “I’m almost going to miss this time after my heat
is done.”
Yuuri remembered then…this was only temporary…soon Wolfram’s heat would be over
and the source of their love making, the whole reason for it would be ‘done’.
He was far too shy to ask if they would keep having sex after this week…since
he’d basically be asking for regular anal sex, and he was blushing just from
thinking the word much less saying it, asking for it. What if he didn’t have
the right to ask? True, Wolfram had always insisted on them being fiancés but
sex had never been a part of their relationship before this week…What if
Wolfram wanted to wait out the twenty one months for his next heat?
Now he had experienced Wolfram’s body, been this close to him (to anyone! He
could hardly believe he’d lost his virginity so suddenly he hadn’t noticed he’d
lost anything at all! Probably because he had gained so much as a result), he
didn’t want to go back to how they were before: sleeping on opposite sides of
the bed with their backs to each other.
He didn’t want that, he wanted this. He wanted to keep Wolfram close to him,
now and for always.
…But what ifWolframonly wanted to make love when he was in heat?
There was a sudden knock at the door.
“Your Majesty? Are you ready for our run this morning?” Conrad called even as
the handle plummeted and the solider stepped into the Royal Chamber like he did
every morning at this time.
Yuuri panicked. He yanked the covers up over the evidence of his and Wolfram’s
guilty activities before Conrad could round the bed and face his charges, who
were lying (seemingly) innocently side by side with the covers tucked under
their chins as the double black King smiled too widely, and Wolfram simply
buried his red face deeper into the pillow resolutely refusing to deal with the
situation right now.
“Conrad!” Yuuri greeted for the both of them, voice too loud and high in pitch
to be anything but suspicious.
Conrad just smiled with his bland expression while brown eyes casually surveyed
the crime scene in one brief sweep of his dull gaze, causing Yuuri to remember
his discarded uniform on his (Wolfram’s usual) side of the bed, but hopefully
out of his godfather’s line of sight…
Yuuri gulped.
“Are you feeling better today, Yuuri?” Conrad asked his voice as pleasant as
ever.
The double black nodded quickly. “Yeah, yes. Sure, eh, although, maybe not
‘better’ enough for running. Yeah, we should definitely skip running today, but
I’ll get right to work on signing papers after breakfast! I think I should just
probably rest for another hour until then just to be sure!” he stammered and
tripped over his excuse while simultaneously making it up as he went.
Conrad bowed his head in easy acceptance. “As you wish, your Majesty.” next he
zeroed-in on his baby brother hidden between the pastel-blue cover and pillow
with his back firmly to the older sibling, who tilted his head curiously. “How
are you feeling today, Wolfram?”
The third son shifted before grunting shortly. “Better.”
“And will you be returning to your duties too?” Conrad persisted, body and
expression unmoved.
Wolfram sighed irritably. “No.”
Conrad didn’t responded for a moment which likely lasted longer for Yuuri, who
was holding his breath with his heart lodged in his throat, then it was in
reality before the older brother figure lifted brown eyes to catch black in a
penetrating look and tipped the corners of his lips up in that same
deliberately elusive smile.
“Excuse me, your Majesty. I’ll see you at breakfast.” His godfather bowed low
and then walked straight out the room, the door clicking softly in his wake.
If the half-human solider had noticed anything peculiar…he hadn’t shown it…
However, maybe he was just biding his time? Waiting for Yuuri to be alone and
vulnerable to strike at his heart?
Yuuri gulped again.
                                 NEXT CHAPTER
                      The Fourth Day: Our Guilty Pleasure
Chapter End Notes
     NEXT CHAPTER WARNING: it will be the MOST EXPLICIT, filthy chapter of
     this story as Wolfram’s heat reaches its ‘climax’, so even though
     there will be more plot there will be the most porn! Yuuri and
     Wolfram are getting careless now their combined hormones are driving
     them…and the day’s not over yet!
     _
     Chase3136: This update is later than I wanted it. :/ I’m trying to do
     better but my mood is still low and it’s still hard to focus most
     days. This porny story really is helping to keep me from straying too
     far off track, though. It’s working! I just have to keep pushing
     forward.
***** The Fourth Day: Our Guilty Pleasure *****
Chapter Notes
     Author’s Note: Thank you so much for each and every review. I really
     do appreciate every kind word, they lift my spirit higher and I
     forget how much they make a difference in me until I open one in my
     inbox and experience the warm hug-like sensation in my chest. So
     thank you so much for each and every one.
     In this chapter is the climax of the porn so I hope it’s
     satisfactory! ;D
     NOT beta-ed: raw
     WARNING: more EXPLICIT unsafe sex and some actual YAOI! Finally!
     _
     EDIT: I had to update the second half of this chapter because I
     thought the porn was as incoherent as my A/N before the first
     chapter, hopefully it’s a little better now. Let me know if there’s
     anything I missed? Sorry about it, I’m trying hard but it’s a
     constant fight just to stay afloat. However, I know I can work
     through this now, and the next chapter should be posted soon.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The next day was long, too long. Conrad had been hovering in Yuuri’s periphery
all day, but never making direct contact with the unnerved double black. It
gave the whole ‘biding his time’ theory a lot of ground.
To make matters even worse, Wolfram was the talk of the castle. His odd
behavior lately hadn’t gone unnoticed as Yuuri had naively hoped. Everywhere
the double black walked, to and from his office every meal and returning after
each bathroom break, he overheard snippets of gossip.
“…I’ve never known Lord von Bielefeld to take personal days when he wasn’t
spending his time with family…”
“…Lord von Bielefeld has always been beautiful but the last time I saw him, he
had this glow, did you notice…?”
“…walking pass the Maou’s private wing there’s this enthralling aroma, its
familiar but I can’t place it…”
Yuuri had bathed in the Maou’s Private bathroom before breakfast, after running
Wolfram a bath in the smaller adjoining room to the Maou’s bedchamber. He’d
left their bedroom with a clean uniform in hand and Wolfram sexily leaning
against the doorframe to the steam-filled room beyond, his pink robe loosely
pulled around him, eyes dark and biting his lip while he crooked a finger at
the gawping double black.
He had run for it.
It was the only way he could think of making it out the door today, because he
knew if he had given in to his burning want to follow Wolfram into the
billowing mist, where hot water with flower scented bubbles and one soapy,
slippery angel who would insist on Yuuri washing his back awaited him then…
He never would have made it to breakfast on time, or left their bedroom at
alltoday!
He had made the right choice…
Right now, though he deeply regretted making that choice.
“…I mean, it’s all a little coincidental, is all I’m saying…” A female voice
drifted out through the window to where Yuuri was standing outside in the brisk
autumn wind for some much needed fresh air.
There was another feminine gasp. “…You don’t suppose…?”
“…Lord Wolfram is in heat?!” four voices squealed at once.
The double black blushed to the roots of his hair down into the open-collar of
his jacket, hyperaware of the brotherly figure standing in the stretch of his
shadow cast by the low hanging sun.
“…is beautiful anyway but to be so fertile…” one maid sighed dreamily. “No
wonder he causes such a stir amongst the men, I can barely withhold myself!”
was exclaimed followed promptly by a wave of giggling.
“I can’t believe we forgot to mark this one on our Hot-Men calendar! Who was in
charge of it the year before last?” another demanded.
“…I’m so sorry!” was the weepy answer.
Yuuri cringed at the loud cries of the maids beyond the stone wall and glass
separating them from him…and Conrad. He was paralyzed. If he were a wise man he
would walk away while the women were distracted before he could get sucked in
to their discussion of his fiancé, his lover, the man he loved, once again.
However, he didn’t. For whatever reason: masochism, jealousy or some kind of
morbid curiosity? He didn’t leave. He stayed right where he was, listening
intently, not even bothering to cover his intent for Conrad’s sake.
“…and I was just so distracted! You know I’m affected by Lord Wolfram’s heat
more than the rest of us, and with his Majesty on earth it had been a living
nightmare what with all the rumors about the authenticity of Lord Wolfram’s
engagement to his Majesty! And with the challenges to Lord Gwendal’s sanction,
then I almost got into a fight with that pretty boy solider and it wasn’t my
fault!”
Yuuri was sincerely glad Greta was visiting the re-established Kingdom of
Zorashia and her grandpa this month. His daughter didn’t need to hear about her
father’s sex appeal, not ever, but certainly not from gossip.
There was an exasperated sigh. “You’d think all this would stop as soon as his
Majesty, Yuuri claimed Lord Wolfram for himself.”
“But that’s the point! His Majesty hasn’t consummated his engagement to Lord
Wolfram!”
He had now, he thought smugly solely tempted to confront the maids discussing
his personal life with Wolfram and sticking his tongue out at them childishly.
“We can’t know that for sure!”
“Sure we can! None of the guards have noticed anything and we change the Maou’s
bed sheets every week! We’d know if they’d consummated anything.”
“Oooh, I can’t wait to investigate their bedding this week!”
“Operation Post-Heat Inspection begins!” They all chant before bursting into
giggles and walking further into the castle, he guessed from their voices
becoming more distant by the second until a door banged closed.
Yuuri was left in awkward silence with the brother of the man he had been
fucking behind closed doors. But in his defense…
Nope, he had nothing.
“Yuuri.” Uh oh, that was Conrad’s serious voice and he’d used the double
black’s name without being genially reminded he should.
Yuuri was fucked.
“Let’s play catch!” he announced hastily, spinning to face grim brown eyes with
a grin which did nothing to hide his thinly-veiled anxiety.
“Yuuri, please listen.” The brotherly character spoke over him, crushing any
hope the double black had of avoiding this confrontation with his usual (and
well-practiced) distraction techniques.
Taking a deep breath and preying to Shinou that it wouldn’t be his last, Yuuri
nodded on the long exhale, deflating under his godfather’s steely gaze.
“Yuuri. I need you to promise me you will refuse sex when Wolfram asks you.”
The double black head snapped up, his eyes wide as he gawped at the half-human
soldier.
“…What?” He queried numbly.
Conrad dropped his too severe stare onto the path between them but Yuuri’s head
was oddly floaty right now, so he couldn’t even appreciate the small reprieve.
“I’m sure Gunter has covered demon mating rituals in your studies…” he began in
a suddenly subdued tone.
He didn’t interrupt though his mind was screaming out, “BUT HE DIDN’T! NO! I
WOULD HAVE REMEMBERED THAT!”
“…as it’s the one subject every citizen of this country must be taught by law.
Unfortunately, Wolfram hadn’t taken his studies very seriously so he will push
for a physical outlet rather than withstanding his heat which is what he should
do.”
“Why?” Yuuri asked quickly, his blood spiking with sudden adrenalin. “Will that
hurt him? WouldI hurt him?”
“No, no, Yuuri. He wouldn’t be hurt, only made vulnerable.” Conrad reassured
quickly.
He relaxed only slightly, holding his breath immediately following his
curiosity. “In what way?”
Conrad sighed tiredly, sparing him a heavy look. “The consequence for sharing a
heat is not mortally dangerous…but you and Wolfram are not ready for them
regardless.”
Yuuri stared at the half-human soldier as the other man stared right back. He
could feel those dull brown eyes boring through into his head and he couldn’t
help just recall how Wolfram felt wrapped around him, how his dick had sunk
deep inside lush, tight heat.
His throat clicked as he dry-swallowed, bobbing his head up and down
frantically, his face burning and his expression guilty as sin.
“Yes!” he squeaked, cleared his throat and deliberately lowered his pitch to a
voice closer to the Maou’s than his own. “Yeah, yes. Okay. I’ll do that or
rather not do that – him – that.” He was sweating. He could feel it creeping
down his throbbing temples from the roots of his short bangs.
Conrad blinked at him for a frozen instant before bowing his head, his usual
smile softening his severe expression. “Thank you, your Majesty.”
Yuuri was still bobbing his chin up and down like a yo-yo minutes after the
half-human soldier had left him standing there to retrieve his baseball glove
and ball for that game the double black had mentioned before everything had
gotten surreal.
He was so fucked.
The double black had only stayed for as long as he had been able to fake
interest in anything which wasn’t the angel currently writhing in their bed,
waiting impatiently for him. The urge to return to his side was building as an
itch under his skin, one he couldn’t scratch, the longer he resisted.
Yuuri snapped, making the excuse of his lingering sickness to Conrad when he
inevitably passed the point of caring if the half-human solider believed his
feeble lie or not, following that he near jogged through the castle toward the
place most of the guards had now been warned not to hang around. And Yuuri
still had to shove passed a cluster of five guards, two in silver armor and
three in the perfect blue of Wolfram’s elite uniform before reaching the huge
double doors to his bedroom further along the hallway.
He was panting and sweating more from his journey here than his usual morning
run with Conrad, and he didn’t even want to think about his godfather or anyone
who wasn’t beyond these doors right now, since his dick was uncomfortably hard
in his uniform pants and was feeling inexplicably moist the longer he just
stood there.
He knocked once before pushing his shoulder against the right door and he
propelled himself inside.
Yuuri head was muddled with the door thudded shut behind him on instinct alone.
The air was noticeably thicker in here after his afternoon outside. The room
was teeming with a flower scent he recognized was from Wolfram’s hair and the
bittersweet tang of sweat.
And it was the most attractive perfume he had ever smelt.
The sight was even more breathtaking, his beautiful lover was indeed in a
writhing tangle on their sheet-stripped bed (scarcely aware of the pastel-blue
bundle in the middle of the stone floor), many white towels were spread out
across the mattress instead but the part which stole Yuuri’s breath right out
from his lungs was Wolfram nude and glistening in the daylight, and mindlessly
humping their bed.
Or rather, his angel was frantically rubbing his visibly swollen, rosy and
weeping dick onto the pillow caught between his frantically friction-fucking
pelvis and the largest towel over the bare mattress, cute ass thrashing where
he also had four fingers of the hand not clutching the pillow under him inside
himself. Two long forefingers in his slurping pussy-hole and his pinky and
ring-finger wiggling weakly passed the soft rim of his asshole.
The position looked terribly awkward and fucking amazing at the same time.
“Don’t look at me! I’m shameful!” Wolfram gasped out, his burning scarlet face
pressed into the end of the pillow and his green eyes glassy where they looked
straight through him, even while his hips continued to thrust against the soft
fabric, blushing balls rolling on and off the bottom of what Yuuri strongly
suspected was his pillow making the pale body tremble and throaty moans to
resound in the room.
Yuuri shook his head, his jaw too slack to shape words right now, instead he
dazedly tugged off his clothes leaving them in a messy heap on the floor (much
like the sheets made) and climbed onto the bed, crawling up behind his drooping
lover.
With gentle hands on sweltering skin, he helped Wolfram steady on all fours
before pulling him up by grasping supple biceps to sit back onto the double
black’s lap, Yuuri’s knees wide apart for Wolfram’s thighs to rest on. Then tan
hands pinched at the firm points on the angel’s chest making the glaringly
crimson dick between spread pale legs jerk. Yuuri took hold of it in his fist
and squeezed gently at the tip, gathering the dribbling pre-come there and
smoothing it back into the squidgy head.
Wolfram gasped like he had been underwater for long minutes, almost too long,
body quaking with the intensity of his visibly painful pleasure.
“You look so beautiful like this, Wolfram, so beautiful.” He did, so flushed
and eager, and he had been waiting for Yuuri.
Yuuri rubbed faster, his fist snug around Wolfram’s tearing length until clear
fluid spurted out in an already weak stream while the angel tensed and shook in
his arms.
He paused nearly long enough for Wolfram to catch his breath which didn’t seem
possible for now, the double black allowed his heat-addled lover to ease onto
the bed again, before rolling him onto his back and sliding himself down the
lean muscular body, maneuvering floppy legs over the tan breadth of his own
shoulders.
Wolfram was splayed out on his back, legs in the air. Yuuri breathed in deep
above him, eyes darker than Wolfram had ever seen even as the Maou, glowering
at where Wolfram was hot and drenched, before the double black ducked and just
licked one long swipe from Wolfram’s bottom to his top over his taut balls to
the very tip of his persistently full dick and did it again, and again.
A steady humming of moans reassured him of his good work, and after several
seconds he gave into where Wolfram ached the most, pressing his tongue inside
the soft, wet tunnel of his pussy loving how it twisted around his tongue while
Wolfram began to thrash beneath him, yanking at black bangs, rolling his
frenzied hips up to take him deeper inside, dick twitching and weeping steadily
onto his abdomen as it nodded with each stab.
“Yes, Yuuri! So good. So good to me. So good you not acting like a wimp. For
once.” Wolfram babbled, praised and sobbed while Yuuri jabbed his searing
tongue inside before he pulled out to lap over the sensitive rim, leaving it
gaping and dripping, obscenely slick, clenching urgently around nothing.
Meanwhile he reached up to pinch sharply at those perky nipples he loved, and
dragging the pads of his thumbs around the stiff buds until Wolfram was
whimpering and bucking up against him, and screaming into another orgasm as he
gushed.
Yuuri’s dick throbbed at the squelch of the pussy-hole pulsating around his
aching tongue, against his shiny lips. He crawled up Wolfram’s still spasming
body, sucking kisses next to the bruises from the past few days, and slammed to
the hilt inside with a gasp. Green eyes rolled back, his dick jumping eagerly
where it lay solid on his belly as Yuuri pressed deeper. The angel raked his
long fingers through short black hair and held on tight, kissing the double
black deeply, tongues sliding as Yuuri jolted inside him and more moisture
poured from Wolfram’s core.
Wolfram’s breath was ragged and harsh, fingers digging into the double black’s
bunched biceps, neat nails biting into tan skin as the angel‘s body compressed
on him and released as he slipped out again, only to do the same when he
reentered.
Before he knew it, Yuuri was fucking him, groaning deeply with his forehead
resting within the crook of Wolfram’s pink and sweaty neck while the angel
mewled beneath him, sobbing into black hair, clinging to Yuuri’s shoulders. His
long pale legs wrapped around the double black’s lean waist, toes curling above
his tan ass as Wolfram squirmed and writhed under him, a complete wonton mess
of heat and need, unbidden, clawing at his shoulders as the angel rocked up to
his heart’s content.
“I love how you feel inside me. I love how you fill me up.” Wolfram confessed
on a heady sigh.
Yuuri hesitated only for a split-second before he was burying himself again,
and again, gasping out his own confession. “I love how you feel around me. I
love how deep you take me.”
He fucked harder, still keeping up his slow pace wanting only to coax Wolfram’s
orgasm from him since it seemed to be both a painful and blissful experience
right now but also something Wolfram needed.
His lover, however, lifted his own right leg so his toes were high above his
head, dick stiff and drooling onto his stomach, bobbing as his whole body
bounced up and down with each shove in, his knee pressed into his own shoulder
gasping out, “Faster! Please! I need!”
“I know what you need, Wolf.” Yuuri whispered into the underside of his angel’s
ruddy and slack jaw, readily pumping his hips faster, giving him exactly what
he needed, becoming ruthless and working on that spot inside which caused
Wolfram’s chest to flush so prettily.
Tan hands spanned pale hips in a bruising grip, hauling Wolfram’s body down
against his dick, his balls swinging, slapping wetly against Wolfram’s swollen
perineum. The angel’s mouth hanging open, pussy clasping closed and within
seconds Wolfram was coming again, wailing and strangling his dick drawing his
double black lover over the edge with him, and Yuuri popped like a bottle of
Champaign, soaking Wolfram’s inner walls.
They collapsed together side by side, slightly humid air like a brisk wind on
his damp dick.
But there was only a few minutes reprieve, hardly enough to catch their breaths
before Wolfram was sitting up, swinging his left leg over the double black’s
hips and hovering over his soft groin, cream dribbling from his pussy hole, ass
presented to Yuuri’s gawking as the angel peeked coyly over his shoulder at
him.
Wolfram grinded his pretty, round ass on Yuuri, making the double black jolt
back to life after only four slow rotations of his hips, side-muscles rippling
as he flexed his ass. Yuuri didn’t have time to take another breath before
Wolfram was gliding his firm-once-more length inside again and slamming his
pussy on it, grinding back in a desperate dance, strong thighs shaking along
either side of Yuuri’s legs as he began to ride him hard, milking the double
black’s fast-becoming-steely sword while still-warm come flowed out of his
abused hole, sticky and wet to pool on Yuuri’s balls.
The angel’s pussy was tight about his dick, pulsing steady slick and dripping
while Wolfram rolled his hips, whimpering low and pleading while Yuuri’s balls
slapped against pale skin loud with each bounce on his dick. The double black
fucked his hips up, trying to bury himself in Wolfram’s body, moaning greedily
each time his lover contracted around him. Green eyes blinking over one pale
shoulder, glassy and clouded over, his face red, mouth gaping as he panted: he
was so beautiful.
His angel was losing rhythm where he was trembling so much and his muscles were
straining too hard. Yuuri could see it and he couldn’t sit by and watch it.
He dragged himself up again, urging Wolfram onto his hands and knees, and set a
fast and furious pace, dizzy from the humid air and the sloppy noises they made
as they smashed together over and over. All the while Yuuri mouthed at the nape
of the angel’s neck where his golden hair was sweaty and coiling.
Wolfram quaked apart under him but this time Yuuri had to grit his teeth
against the knot in his stomach, his muscles shaking with the peek which was so
far out of his reach right now even as he wanted so much, yearned to empty
himself inside one more time.
Yuuri groaned and ducked his head to suck another bruising mark into Wolfram’s
pale skin, watching hungrily as it flushed pink under his gaze and heaved
himself from Wolfram’s slumped-forward body for a minute, breath rasping in his
throat and his head so hot he was surprised stream wasn’t coming out his ears.
Although the room did look a little foggy, but he might be about to pass out
so…
The fire mage wiggled his ass back on the double black’s slickened hard-on,
even now anxious to get the double black as deep as he could, and Yuuri whined
at the contact that was at once too much yet not enough, spreading his legs
wider and grinding the tip of his dick up against Wolfram’s pussy-hole.
He realized this must be how Wolfram felt and wondered if this was his “rut”
(as Wolfram had called it) taking hold of him once more? Shaking his sweaty
black bangs from his burning face, he took himself in hand again, gasping and
dragged his glossy dickhead up from the swollen pussy-hole, gathering the
copious moisture along the extent of his dick to press against the soft tract
of asshole above.
He didn’t allow himself to doubt anymore, his head too full of fog for there to
be room for doubt. He rubbed at the smooth rim, his tip catching inside and it
opened so easily, Wolfram’s fucked-loose body taking him, beckoning him anyway
it could get him. He pushed inside and it was like coming home.
He was glistening with sweat as the double black held him down by the hips,
Wolfram’s dick eagerly stiff, glowing crimson and continually leaking,
helplessly crying out when Yuuri thrust hard for the first time in this new
place.
The angel on the end of his dick babbled nonsensical words, sobbing for more
even as Yuuri’s balls slapped against his pussy-hole, he threw his golden head
back and yelled out as Yuuri’s dickhead grazed the tender, smooth part of his
internal walls, raw against his prostrate making Wolfram gasp and shudder with
a punched out mewl and he jerked on it in a shallow thrashing motion.
Then Wolfram unclenched, gushing all over Yuuri’s tensing thighs from his
pussy, squeezing around empty air.
The double black groaning all the while Wolfram’s whole body wilted, melting
into the towel-covered-mattress, gasping and loose-limbed, delirious from the
throbbing ache in his ass and the tingling up and down his thighs.
He was finally sated.
Wolfram moaned weakly while Yuuri powered through it, driving strong and fast,
hips stuttering, fighting to ram deeper, balls drawn and his breath catching on
Wolfram’s name, dick pulsing in his ass until come seeped from Wolfram’s
battered hole as the double black slipped free, breathing heavy. Yuuri’s balls
tingled long after he came for the second time in under thirty minutes.
It was all over within seconds of him pushing inside that forbidden place and
when he tugged himself free, red-faced and gasping, holding his dick too harsh
as he finished spurting the last two streaks of his thick come over Wolfram’s
rosy cheeks and dimpled back, although it hadn’t been as adventurous or
forbidden as he’d imagined it had been just as incredible, astonishing,
spectacular, wonderful…
They were definitely going to do that again.
                                 NEXT CHAPTER
                        The Fifth Day: Finally in Love
Chapter End Notes
     This marks the end of Wolfram’s heat and Yuuri’s triggered rut...so
     what happens now? Is this the end of the porn? Two more chapters
     still to come!
     Chase3136: I’ve noticed I have a thing for protective Conrad, lol.
     There’s just something about the conflict of love and when is it over
     protecting that loved person, you know? I don’t know, this is a thing
     for me and I love it.
***** The Fifth Day: Finally in Love *****
Chapter Notes
     Author's Note: Nearing the end now, only one more chapter to come!
     I’ve finally decided once this story is complete I will be
     concentrating on my Yūri’s Fears novel length fic, and so on. I’ve
     asked for extra help, my sister’s going to help motivate me in my
     goal of regular updates and a very thoughtful YuuRam fan has extended
     a helping hand and ear to me when the time comes which should be in
     just a couple more weeks.
     _
     More plot than porn in this chapter but porn still happens XD
     NOT beta-ed: raw
     WARNING: EXPLICIT yaoi!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“It hurts so much, Yuuri.” Wolfram moaned the next day after they had both
gotten up later in the morning than usual with clean linens folded at the
bottom of the bare mattress, the dirty towels they’d fucked on then kicked to
the stone floor last night gone, as well as the bundle of bedding Wolfram had
stripped off at some point during the previous afternoon.
Any hope of everyone not finding out about Yuuri and Wolfram’s deviant
activities the past few days had gone right out the door with them, all the
while they had been out cold.
But presently, Yuuri was more concerned about Wolfram who was hugging his
stomach, curled in a little ball on their freshly put together bed (which Yuuri
had made while Wolfram took his turn in the bath earlier that afternoon) back
in his clean nightclothes and under the lilac bedcovers, shivering so hard his
teeth were chattering.
Meanwhile, Yuuri sat in their bed beside him, worried and powerless to do
anything but brush still-somewhat-damp-from-the-bath blond curls from the
angel’s forehead, which was clammy under his knuckles.
“That’s it, I’m calling for Gisela.” Yuuri announced firmly, unable to just
‘ride it out’ like Wolfram had said when he warned of this ‘heat-drop’ as soon
as they’d awoken together.
“Nooo.” The stubborn angel whimpered, squinting over his sheet-cocoon. “I’ve
been through this before. I know what I can handle. I’m not a wimp like you.”
“Don’t call me a wimp.” Yuuri grumbled but sighed, shaking a rough hand through
his own black bangs in frustration.
He looked around the room for anything he could do to be useful while his
fiancé was suffering. He swallowed dryly, spying at the fresh pitcher on the
single table by the wall of tall windows where Yuuri and Wolfram sometimes ate
on the rare occasions one of them worked through dinner.
The double black jumped up at once, stalking across the room to the tray and
turning both large tumbler-glasses on their bottoms with purpose.
“If you refuse for Gisela to see you in that case at least let me take care of
you. I am your fiancé after all.” He poured the water and carried over the two
full tumblers, taking a brief heavenly sip of one before placing it on his
bedside cabinet, carefully climbing onto the mattress with the other in hand.
He coaxed the covers loose from Wolfram’s death-grip until it was tucked under
his chin instead of over his nose, then presented the glaring angel with his
offering of water.
After a prolonged moment of motionless silence, the double black rolled his
eyes.
“Drink.” He commanded, pushing the tumbler sharply forward so the clear liquid
sloshed against the sides. “We’re both dehydrated, so you better start
rehydrating or I’m going to call for Gisela anyway.”
Wolfram only glared harder.
Yuuri pursed his lips in a thin smirk, his voice dipping to a resonance as dark
as his colouring. “Or I can call on one of your brothers instead?”
One pale hand shot out from his cocoon and snatched the tumbler from Yuuri’s
hand so fast two-fingers of water landed with a splat on the bed between them.
The double black just smirked, triumphant as green eyes scorched him over the
brim of the swiftly sinking surface once he’d choked down the first mouthful
which was promptly soothed by the next wave of cool fluid.
Wolfram drained the tumbler in under a minute, gasping quietly once he was
finished. Yuuri immediately recaptured the glass from the angel’s slackened
grasp, walking again to the pitcher where he refilled it and returned to his
side.
Wolfram took it without prompt this time and took two deep chugs before handing
it back. Yuuri nodded his thanks, placing it beside his own on his bedside
cabinet.
“You know…everyone already knows what we’ve been doing.” Yuuri said, voice
gentle and expression serious. “There’s no shame in asking for help if the
pain’s too much.”
Verdure eyes watched him as he ducked his dark head, his face lightly pinking.
The double black’s body unconsciously leaned toward where they were divided by
the mound of their bedcover. Wolfram licked his lips and shoved the cover lower
on his long legs as he sat up, shaking out his blond curls as he did. Night
eyes readily fixated on the cluster of dark hickeys trailing from the loose
neckline of the peach nightgown to the bottom of the lustrous fair hairline.
“Yuuri, I’m okay, really.” Wolfram told him, his tone even and gaze sincere,
meeting Yuuri’s concern with a small smile. “I meant it. I’ve been through this
many times before. I just…” He shrugged, inclining his head a little to the
right, his cheeks rosy. “…I ache.”
Yuuri felt a jolt of memory throughout his body, stealing his breath for a
second. “You mean like…like you ached before?” he asked, slow.
Wolfram’s cheeks burned with blood, glancing at the area of bed between them,
one hand unconsciously reaching out to trace a finger-length away from Yuuri’s
own hand holding his weight.
“Yeah, kind of. But my heat induces good feelings and with it over, the ache is
harder for a day or two…makes me feel more bad than good.”
“Oh.” Yuuri’s mouth flooded with saliva. “Can I help? I mean…do you need…me?”
Wolfram stared at him. His green eyes alight with pain and hope, he nodded his
chin fractionally up and down. “Yes.” He whispered.
Yuuri darted forward and kissed him. Tongues slide sweetly and gyrate against
one another behind Wolfram’s teeth, sweeping back into Yuuri’s mouth. The
double black grabbed one shoulder, his other hand moving sensually up Wolfram’s
calf passed his knee, the silken hem of the peach nightgown bunching around his
wrist while his hand climbed higher, fingertips caressing the soft skin of
Wolfram’s outer-thigh.
The angel gasped under his mouth, breath warm and moist. Yuuri let gravity take
him forward, hugging the warm and shivering body as he fell, laying Wolfram on
his back beneath him.
A slow burn was pooling around the double black’s rekindling arousal and he
whined against his will while the angel wrapped strong legs around his ass,
cradling him close, squeezing them tightly together, hard-on rutting on the
reciprocal hard-on resting upon rippling, flat abdominal muscles.
They moved intimately with each other, gaining enthusiasm, skin prickling with
fever, and although it wasn’t as intense as the days prior, it felt just as
good.
They rolled their hips together, steely swords gliding between hard bodies,
enjoying the subtle friction of their shifting bedclothes, each having foregone
underwear (just in case). Yuuri pulled his lips away from Wolfram’s spit-shiny,
supple ones levering himself over him, palms flat on the bed either side of the
angel’s golden head, hips harsh on those beneath him, thigh and ass muscles
working hard, dragging their dicks together in a continuous frenetic motion.
Wolfram gasped, Yuuri panted, faces inflamed and sweat slowly curling the ends
of their hair.
“Oh, Yuuri!” Wolfram thrust his hips higher against Yuuri so the double black’s
balls rolled over his own and under to the place he was aching and sore. Yuuri
was panting above him. Searing puffs of air caressing each other’s slack jaws
while black eyes watched fluttering, dilated green like he knew exactly what
Wolfram needed.
With a final exquisite shove of his pelvis, Yuuri sweetly pecked the hungry
angel’s gaping mouth and hauled himself away, down the long receptive body,
hoisting the rumpled hem of the peach nightgown so it pooled just under white
collarbones, length throbbing where it was trapped in his own pajama pants at
the sight of still slightly swollen nipples.
After one longingly lustful look, Yuuri leaned forward slurping the glowing
ruby-head of Wolfram’s dick into his mouth, rubbing his lips over the spongy
flesh, loving how Wolfram gasped and trembled, back bowed and head thrown back
in the way Yuuri had become familiar with over the past week.
He dragged the pulsing tip across the ridged roof of his hot and wet mouth,
sliding his tongue along the underside and wiggling it, taking care not to
press beyond his limit and trigger his gag reflex. He moaned, feeling the
vibrations in his throat travel through his flickering tongue.
Wolfram writhed above him, mewling high pitched, hips rolling, thrusting
shallowly in and out of Yuuri’s gently suckling mouth, grasping one fist-full
of black hair (other hand futilely attempting to muffle his sexy noises),
tugging in a persistent rhythm of back and forth as pale thighs quivered and
jerked around the double black’s buzzing ears.
Yuuri felt his ego expand outward from his chest, his idle hands upon bitable
hipbones twitching with the urge to touchmore.
“Oh, oh, Yuuri, oh!” Wolfram babbled around his bitten palm.
The double black gave in to the instinct to please his lover, dropping one hand
and brushing inquisitive fingers behind the cute pouch-balls. Wolfram caught
his breath in a silent cry, his dick jumping in Yuuri’s sizzling mouth.
Black eyes darkened until the dense shadow of his pupils drowned the irises
completely.
There was a tiny bump behind Wolfram’s balls, dry and malleable which Yuuri
doesn’t linger at, rubbing his middle-finger under another inch, over the
tender perineum, tickling and hooking the calloused pad on the sinuous and
sensitive rim of one hole.
Wolfram teeth began to chatter anew, his flesh rising in goosebumps while Yuuri
sucked him, pressing the very tip of his longest finger inside him, dry. The
double black didn’t push, only wiggling enough to stimulate the surging inner
walls and ease some of the ache at his fiery lover’s core.
From the eager twist of Wolfram’s body, the keen vibrating in his throat, chin
high and elegant neck arched out, he was doing good work.
His angel could hardly draw breath, panting hard and sweating by the time Yuuri
dropped the hardness out of his mouth with a ‘pop’, one long string of saliva
clinging to his lips from the spit-slick dickhead to the symphony of Wolfram’s
quiet whines.
“Hang on, Wolf-chan.” Yuuri soothed, his voice rougher and lower than usual.
The double black parted lithe legs wider, palms clutching under sturdy thighs
as he raised them above his shoulders, biceps bunching at the same time Wolfram
moved his ass off the bed by Yuuri’s urging. The double black grunted at the
feel of cotton against his throbbing hardness as he slid further toward the
foot of the bed until he was eye-level with the silky skin behind Wolfram’s
cute, blushing balls.
“So sexy.” He groaned, too weak to resist lapping up the teeny droplet of slick
leaked from the too tight hole the size of a pin-head where the source of their
love making, of their entire sexual experience the past week had begun…was now
closed to them.
His lips lingered in a sweet kiss, his heart stuttering with a wrenching thud
where his chest rested on the clean linen-covered mattress, feeling elated and
privileged to have known this place.
He hoped he would know it again in twenty one months.
Fortunately for Yuuri, it seemed the rest of Wolfram’s body was still open to
him.
Determined, he dipped his mouth again, he gave a slurping kiss to the orifice
nestled sexily between round cheeks.
Wolfram mewled shrilly in the distance while Yuuri’s tongue stabbed inside the
sultry, clenching hole over and over, nose buried in the bruised swell of the
past pummeled perineum.
Here, Wolfram tasted like hot skin, the sharp bite of his flower scented soap
and the slight salt of sweat. Not unpleasant at all, not like Yuuri would have
assumed, and much, much better than he’d ever dreamed.
Yuuri had a feast, teeth scraping the reddening rim in his fervor to devour
him. Wolfram gasped, shuddered, sobbed and cried out, his thighs clamping
around the double black’s head, squeezing him in a familiar vice.
Wolfram thrashed his hips, riding Yuur’s straining tongue until the stiff
muscle gave a warning twinge and the steadily weeping dick standing proud away
from the double black’s head jerked, spurting clear streaks over the
erratically rising and falling pale belly.
Gulping down much needed air, Yuuri rose again, crawling forward, knees quickly
tucking under brazenly spread thighs. He grabbed onto himself, shakily tugged
his hard-on over the waistband of his pajama pants, stroking twice, four times
in quick progression until he was coming in thick white ropes upon the flat
torso of his flushed and sated lover on the fifth up-stoke, aiming for the
puffy peeks of Wolfram’s nipples.
In the blurry afterglow, his fiery lover appeared like a debauched angel bathed
in the late afternoon sunlight.
The double black collapsed beside his angel, body weak from the exertion of the
past few days, unlikely to rise again for several hours at least.
He couldn’t believe he got to keep this.
Yuuri didn’t try to hide the grin breaking free, and he did nothing to contain
the giggles from spilling out of him.
Wolfram raised his heavy head enough to squint over at the giddy double black
beside him.
“What are you laughing about?” he demanded.
Yuuri shook his ridiculous bed-head, unable to stop it. He caught his breath
long enough to gasp out, “I’m just, I’m happy.” Deliriously so.
Wolfram blinked at him for an extended moment before sinking into the bed
again, a sweet growing smile tilting up the softened corners of his kiss-
swollen lips.
“Me too.” He sighed, eyes fluttering closed. “I can finally express my love to
the man I love, even with him being a wimp.”
The double black snorted, choking on his next inhale.
After a short while he settled, the confession washing over him alongside the
knowledge that this was the second time Wolfram had expressed his feelings…and
Yuuri had let it slip through his fingers the first time.
Not this time.
He gathered all his remaining courage and strength, rolling onto his side to
peer at the angelic face of his lover, holding his breath, waiting for the
instant green eyes swept open, meeting his gaze.
“Wolfram…I love you too.” He confessed, hushed and earnest.
Wolfram’s eyes widened, becoming eerily still.
Then his face flared with vibrant emotion. In a flash, he was launching himself
upwards and into Yuuri’s arms, lips locked and laughs exchanged, happiness
bursting between them in a wave of requited love.
It was everything Yuuri had imagined when finally confessing his love for this
angel.
“I’m sorry I made you wait so long.” The double black breathed between bruising
kisses which left his whole mouth tingling, feeling so full of riotous
emotions, all of them elevating and filling him until he was overwhelmed,
drowning and floating all at once.
This was what the word ‘euphoria’ meant.
Wolfram just shook his golden head, sharing in the giggling. Yuuri felt the
vibration travel through him, echoed in his own voice. They kissed, caught
between chaste and deep, sweet and passionate.
For long minutes, they knew only each other, the whole world melting into just
the two of them, together.
Finally in love.
Abruptly a sharp knock on the door startled them both, breaking the moment as
they gaped at one another with wide eyes.
Yuuri leapt into action, reaching for Wolfram’s head-towel damp from his bath
which he always wore into the bedroom to dry his hair with before throwing it
onto the floor for the maids to pick up.
The double black wiped himself off with one quick swipe of the woolen cloth,
handing it to Wolfram to do the same while Yuuri tucked himself back into his
pajama pants and yanked up the waistband, turning to see Wolfram slipping the
skirt of his peach nightgown around his knees before throwing the towel back to
the floor on the opposite side of the bed just when the knock came again,
louder, more insistent.
Yuuri squeaked, pulling the covers over them both just as an extra precaution,
in case they missed anything in the hurried clean up, and cleared his throat,
meeting Wolfram’s jittery glance with his own.
“Come in!” He pronounced as convincingly calm as possible.
He was pretty sure, past the pounding of his panic-racing heartbeat that he
failed miserably.
Regardless, the bedroom doors swung inward and admitted two characters. Conrad
struck an imposing figure as he stalked straight to where the Royal couple sat
motionless like wild animals within a predator’s line of sight. Gisela was
shuffling her feet trailing into the bedroom, her countenance much more
apologetic.
“Your Majesty.” Conrad addressed Yuuri crisply. The double black gulped.
“Gisela needs to tend to Wolfram now his heat has past, so I ask that your
Majesty please step into the hallway during the examination.”
Yuuri gawked dumbly. He really didn’t like the sound of Conrad’s cold dismal,
unaccustomed to it being directed at him.
Wolfram glared at his half-human brother. “I told Yuuri I’m fine, Conrart.
Yuuri is perfectly capable of taking care of me.” He defended his speechless
fiancé.
Conrad’s left arm twitched in a way that had the double black’s heart skipping
several beats, his blood spiking with sudden dizzying adrenalin.
“Wolfram, as this is your first heat with a partner it is unlikely you
understand what your body is going through.” Conrad spoke to his baby brother
in the same severe tone of voice he returned on the naive Demon King, brown
eyes flat. “Your Majesty, please leave us.”
Yuuri felt he had no choice. So he bobbed his chin up and down, hoping his
pajama pants didn’t have any condemning wet-spots around the crotch once he got
unsteadily to his feet and stumbled out the room as fast as his wobbly knees
could carry him.
His head was swimming by the time the double bedroom doors slammed shut after
him. Conrad must have followed him out because he didn’t think he had touched
them.
Peeking up from his blank-stare at the stone floor, he noticed the people lying
in wait outside and he leapt backward with a startled squeak, his back slamming
hard against the thick slabs of wood behind him after.
Gunter was blushing, his hands twisting nervously as lilac eyes glanced between
his beloved double black Maou and Gwendal, who was glaring toward the opposite
end of the long hallway with deadly blue eyes.
Yuuri broke out in a cold sweat, seeing the prickly profile of the tall and
intimidating Military Chief.
Meanwhile, Murata was casually reclined against the other wall with his arms
folded over his black jacket and his right ankle crossed on his left, a sly and
gleeful smirk stretching his lips.
All Yuuri could think was this was the strike to the heart he had been waiting
for…delivered now when his defenses were low, uncaring of consequences:
vulnerable.
“Shibuya, I heard you’ve been busy.”
                                 FINAL CHAPTER
                       The Fifth Evening: Love on Fire!
Chapter End Notes
     Some much deserved YuuRam fluff! Coming up is the final chapter and
     it looks like Yuuri and Wolfram are in trouble now, doesn’t it? ;P
     _
     Chase3136: I think I got a little too wordy last chapter; using a lot
     of words while saying very little. My mind was a bit of a muddled
     mess last week, so hopefully this chapter was clearer. Feedback is
     always important to me and as this fic was very much like an
     experiment I’d love to know what readers think of this story now it’s
     coming to a close; Have you enjoyed the porn? Does the minimal plot
     add to the porn or distract from it? How do you feel about the heat
     concept so far? There will be a better explanation of heats in the
     last chapter which I should be posting next week.
     I really hope this story has been enjoyable for everyone!
***** The Fifth Evening: Love on Fire! *****
Chapter Summary
     https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGkkTNMb04k
Chapter Notes
     Author’s Note: chapter title is from the title of the song; Love on
     Fire by Tim McMorris! Readers can find it on link in chapter summary
     and listen during this final chapter if you wish ;D
     Disclaimer: lyrics are at the end of chapter; they are not mine, no
     money is being made by me and all credit goes to Tim McMorris! And
     possibly YouTube?
     WARNINGS: ALL plot NO porn! Underage, Mpreg, pregnancy scare and
     unplanned pregnancy! Incorrect Interpretation of Intersex!!! I don’t
     wish to offend anyone! I tried my best but while ‘the talk’ is
     happening everyone is in a bit of a bad mood so the tone might make
     it sound offensive, just a heads up! I really hope it doesn’t, I
     tried hard but if it does just let me know and I can edit it again
     until the tone is right!
     To All YuuRam fans everywhere: HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!ღ
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Well…this was awkward.
Sitting around the dinning table – because apparently it was important that
Wolfram and Yuuri fill their empty stomachs with lean proteins as soon as
possible by order of Gisela – with people who knew he and Wolfram had been
fucking like The Great Demon Kingdom’s national foxtail-rabbits, was perhaps
the most awkward situation Yuuri had ever had to sit through.
Which was saying something.
The double black stared into his soup bowl and seriously thought about whether
it was at all possible he could transport himself to earth by face-planting
into the creamy surface or (as a last resort) drown himself trying.
It would save Wolfram’s brothers the trouble of trying themselves that’s for
sure.
He didn’t know how Wolfram could stomach eating right now, but his fiancé was
guzzling down soup, his spork never touching the sides of the bowl and mopping
anything he missed with thick slices of still-warm bread. His angel certainly
had a healthy glow to him this evening, his skin had a strange vibrant hue
Yuuri had assumed would leave him now his heat was over, and the filling of his
belly was had a smoothing affect on all his more angular features. He was
beauty becoming ethereal before his very eyes. And he was on his third helping
while Yuuri was slow to choke down his first with not nearly as much
enthusiasm.
Conrad was making sure Wolfram had a new bowl waiting before he’d even polished
off the last one, ladling the soup himself from the huge pot kept hot where it
hung from an iron hook over the blazing fireplace – while the maids dashed
around, collecting Wolfram’s discarded dinnerware and taking it back towards
the kitchen – for reasons that seemed to be his need for something to do with
his hands.
Yuuri very much preferred Conrad’s hands were distracted from the noticeable
twitch towards hip where his sword had been removed and was at present leaning
against the wall beside the doorway.
The double black didn’t need to ask why.
It was clear to him the temptation was too much for his godfather at this
moment. And standing between the open fireplace and behind the double black’s
chair (at the head of the dining table) was temptation enough.
Gwendal sat with his back to Yuuri, side-eying Wolfram from where he sat across
the table, his right elbow propped heavily on the table, his forefingers
digging into his temple like he had a persistent headache and was using the
pressure to ground himself.
Gunter stood at the bottom of the long dining table, nervous, seemingly there
just to observe the three half-brothers’ behavior and (hopefully) intervene if
the Maou’s life was in danger.
The Great Sage, Murata Ken and Yuuri’s supposed ‘best friend’ was at his usual
place on the Maou’s left side. He had his fingers threaded under his chin and
both his elbows perched on the shiny top of the table, watching Wolfram eat
with more interest than Yuuri was comfortable with right now.
The double black Maou really considered kicking the Great Sage’s shin under the
table to get him to just stop it, whatever he was doing, was thinking. Wolfram
wasn’t his to look at or think about.
Black eyes through reflective glass flicked over to meet his glower. The Maou
beginning to pant as his irrational fury intensified. Yuuri could feel the
Maou’s spirit vibrating just under his skin waiting for Yuuri to crack like a
whip so he could enact justice on those who seek what is his, all the while
Yuuri fought to think judiciously.
The growing smirk on Murata’s face wasn’t helping his friend’s chances.
Meanwhile, Wolfram was beginning to slow down, taking longer pauses between
mouthfuls. Panting but sated, his cheeks somehow rounder and cherub-like with
only a few serving of soup. It had Yuuri pushing away his own bowl suspicious
of what fattening ingredients were in it and why. However, Yuuri was distracted
by the sight of Wolfram’s tea quiescent at the same level as when they had sat
down and it had first been poured.
The double black frowned, displeased.
He tapped the porcelain teacup with his index finger with an insistent ting,
ting, ting. Everyone looked to him in silent question and he blushed to the
roots of his black hair, but he was determined when he caught Wolfram’s eyes in
a glare.
“You should drink your tea. It’s just as hydrating as water.” Yuuri advised,
careful to lighten his command to a plea. He didn’t want to give Gwendal or
Conrad any excuse to attack.
The double black could feel Conrad’s eyes on the right side of his face, cheek
prickling white-hot under the awareness while Wolfram looked as if he were
about to argue before he swallowed, rolled his eyes and plucked up the delicate
cup, sipping gingerly at the milky-brown brew.
A sudden, loud BANG!had everyone tensing and staring around at Gwendal who had
slammed his fist against the hard wood table.
Yuuri could see what little patience the Military Chief had was now gone nearly
a full hour after the long forty minute wait in silence for Gisela’s
examination of Wolfram to be conducted, just to receive a cryptic nod from the
healer when she sent from off in the end, then during the stiff march from the
Maou’s bedchamber to the dinning room and throughout Wolfram’s replenishing of
all the energy he’d lost over the past few days…Now, he was done.
To be honest, Yuuri was surprised he’d lasted as long as he had.
“We need to discuss the significance of our situation.” Gwendal pronounced
through gritted teeth, rubbing his free hand over his left eye to sooth away
the incessant twitching.
Wolfram dropped his spork with a clutter, folding his arms over his hastily
thrown on pink bathrobe, matching slippers on his feet, his face pinking too.
“I don’t see there’s anything to discuss. What happens between Yuuri and I
should stay between us as an engaged pair.” Wolfram grumbled, glaring fierce
into his near-empty soup bowl like he was seriously contemplating setting fire
to it.
Yuuri stared at the scene, wary, picking up on the ominous vibes permitting the
room. He wondered how far he could run in his blue pajamas underneath his blue
woolen bathroom and slippers on his feet, followed by the consideration of
whether this was a good time to put his soup-dive plan into action.
Gwendal heaved a deep sigh from the very bottom of his where the soles of his
shoes pressed into the stone floor, pinching the bridge of his nose between
harsh knuckles. Gunter flailed a little in his urgency to explain before
anymore acts of aggression can happen. His lilac hair fluttering like a silk
curtain behind him and his white cloak-hem sweeping out as he ran up the length
of the table to stand closer to where Wolfram was pouting.
“The situation concerns all of the Great Demon Kingdom since His Majesty, Yuuri
is the Maou and you, Wolfram are his future Prince Consort. Which is why we
must now make hast, an illegitimate child would tarnish the naivety of His
Majesty’s reputation…!” Gunter babbled, breathless and jittery with nerves.
“…What?” Yuuri intercepted, dumbly.
Wolfram gazed around to focus on each of his brothers’ somber faces.
Conrad cleared his throat, his brown eyes remained flat but his voice was
milder than it had been an hour previously with a tenor of apology as if to
make up for his coldness from before. “Gisela confirmed that the flow of
Wolfram’s magical energy has been interrupted, so it’s highly likely he will
fall pregnant.”
“PREGNANT!?” Yuuri and Wolfram gape owlishly at Conrad, Gwendal and Gunter.
Wolfram spluttered, face simmering cherry-red. “You can’t know that!”
When nobody else said anything, unwilling to put the Royal couple out of their
misery just yet and at length Murata scoffed, addressing his friend’s distress
and uncertainty.
“You have to understand, Shibuya. There’s a reason the demon race has a longer
lifespan than humans and why they mature slower too. All demons are intersex.
Even half-demons like Sir Weller often develop both sexes but it is rare for
both to function as they do on a full-blooded demon. In fact some half-demons
or less are born without genitalia at all.” Murata informed to Yuuri’s horror.
Blood drained from the Maou’s face and he used gentle palms to cup himself,
aghast. He could have been born without what?!
“In the Glorious Era when my original life was young, the demon race struggled
to procreate because of this biological flaw. You see, outside of heats demons
are habitually barren and our numbers were diminishing by the year which was
only aided by the humans’ determination to wipe out our race for good.” Murata
said. His expression becoming grave and his eyes glazed for a fraction of a
second, caught up in a memory he hurried to shake off before continuing.
Yuuri felt his heart ache in an echo of pain, seeing that look on his friend’s
face. It was sobering to think of a time when his people where abused and
hunted just for being born different.
“When Shinou rose to power, he did more than defeat and capture Soushu. He made
the first pact with the elemental spirit on the very land we thrive upon today,
and prayed for a way to save his people. Since that fateful day, the spirit is
always listening to our hearts call and gifts us with fertility when we come of
age and every twenty one months thereafter as long as we are standing upon the
Great Demon Kingdom soil.”
Silence filled the room once again while the numb Maou was slow to absorb this
life-changing revelation. Yuuri collapsed in his chair, the warmth of the
fireplace soaking through the wool and cotton on his back. He just took a
moment to breathe, his mind whirling.
“I know all of that…” Wolfram argued, voice weak, his eyes desperately darting
around the room at the other inhabitants. “None of it means I’m – I’m pregnant.
It’s impossible to know this early!” he fumed.
Conrad shook his head, resting a hand on one pink-clad shoulder, taking pity on
his distraught baby brother.
“Heats are regular depending on the amount of time spent abroad. However, ruts
only occur if two people are biologically compatible. And heats almost always
result in progeny without the complement of activated ruts.” Conrad surmised,
his brown eyes finally showing a hint of emotion: worry.
Yuuri rapid-blinked as echoes from the past week flashed behind his eyes…
…“Eh? What’s a ‘heat week’?”
“It’s an important time for every carrier in the demon race, above all males,
and something the Maou should be aware of when his fiancé is ready to carry.”
“…Carry what?”
“The next generation, of course.”…
“So with the addition of His Majesty going into rut…” Conrad continued in a far
away voice.
…“Wolf?” Yuuri whispered, too sleepy to be puzzled.
“I know what you need.” Wolfram whispered, brushing his lips along the double
black’s jaw while Yuuri tilted up into the tantalizingly tender touch. “Let me
take good care of you like you’ve been taking care of me.”…
…“Wha?” Yuuri questioned it, bewildered and verging on scared until Wolfram
gently embraced him from the inside, distracting him with how good he felt even
now and the promise of even more before the fire mage wiggled around onto his
back to confront the double black with his smoldering gaze.
“You’re in rut, Yuuri.” Wolfram told him, bright with satisfaction. He
playfully thumbed the slippery head of his wimp’s steel, watching as Yuuri
shuddered his breath hitching almost painfully through dark and hungry green
eyes. “My heat triggered your demon biology, Yuuri. It means we have compatible
blood. Your body wants to fill me up.”…
“…I’m afraid there is no biological way you two haven’t conceived.”
The room spun into focus and Yuuri felt faint.
“But…” Wolfram protested, mystified. “I thought there was no guarantee of heats
spent with partners resulting in a pregnancy. What about the time Gunter had
his heat and you, brother had disappeared at the same time? The only reason you
would ever spend a heat with someone was if you were in rut and yet, that was
over three years ago andno child came from it!”
In utter symmetry Gunter and Gwendal blushed, speechless with their lips
pressed tightly together like Wolfram had jabbed at a particularly sore spot on
each of them.
Conrad stepped in again to save them all from the sudden sizzling spectacle.
“There is an old herbal remedy Gisela adds to sweetened tea for each day of a
shared heat to repress the flow of energy long enough that conception doesn’t
take. Although it extends the number of Heat days, because they have a partner
any unpleasant feelings are more bearable than it would be without.”
Gwendal’s voice was harder, icier when he spoke to his brother this time. “If
you had paid attention to your mating ritual studies thus we wouldn’t be in
this mess.”
Chided, Wolfram became so tightly wound his whole body was trembling. “Maybe I
would have if mother hadn’t insisted on ‘educating’ me on the ‘lessons of love’
by regaling her every sexual exploit in excruciating, crass detail! I spent
what time I wasn’t escaping her, with my eyes closed tight and my fingers stuck
in my ears.” he defended in a splutter of outrage.
Together Gwendal and Conrad winced while Gunter lifted and dropped his chin,
indolent. It seemed they agreed with Wolfram on that one.
Yuuri felt sympathy for them all.
However, Gwendal remained conspicuously cross with his brother, not about to
let Wolfram have his excuses. “Mother’s teaching methods were insensitive but
informative. There are a lot of matters people can learn for themselves but on
this one you should have listened to mother and trusted her wisdom. She was
your teacher for a reason, Wolfram. Your ignorance now was your own fault back
then.” He scolded, blunt.
Wolfram’s green eyes shined in a way that had Yuuri’s heart clenching.
“It’s my fault too.” He blurted and everyone looked to him as if abruptly
remembering his presence. His cheeks burned but he persisted. “Conrad told me I
had the same lessons but I think I ignored Gunter at the time. I’m sorry. I
promise to do better in future.” He said, sincere.
Gunter looked shocked at first, and a second later overcome with adoration.
“Your Majesty.” He whispered.
Yuuri looked to his right side and caught Conrad’s eye for an instant before
the half-human soldier dropped his gaze to the stone floor, his eyebrows
furrowed. Yuuri felt his heart sink a little at the disappointment there.
A timid knock interrupted the extended and uneasy quiet.
“Enter!” Gwendal commanded gruffly.
The doors opened to reveal Dakoskos standing as stiff as a board and visibly
sweating, anxious about disturbing the surreptitious and mysterious, evening
conference between the Maou and his companions which already had the whole
castle buzzing and taking down bets.
After all, word had quickly spread about the debauched evidence found by the
maids during their ‘Post-Heat-Inspection’ of the Maou’s bedsheets.
Dakoskos panicked. “Excuse me, your Majesty, your Grace, your Highness, my
Lords –”
Gunter exhaled noisily. “Please, Dakoskos. What is the meaning of this
disruption?”
“Yes! I, Dakoskos Ririto Rach Nanatan Mikotan –”
“Dakoskos!” Gwendal snapped.
The shiny-head solider stuttered to a halt before bowing low. “Announcing the
Royal arrival of Princess Greta-chan returned from her voyage to the country of
Zorashia…!”
Yuuri and Wolfram were on their feet at the same time a curly brown-haired
youth ran into the room, a huge smile adorned her rose-cheeked face visible for
a brief moment before she was barreling into Wolfram’s arms (because he was
closest to the doorway).
Dakosko bid a speedy retreat, the dinning room door slamming shut behind him.
“Yuuri! Wolfram!” Greta exuded joy up at them both, now well on her way to
becoming chest-height beside her fathers.
“Greta!” Yuuri called, elated.
“Did you enjoy your visit to your birth-country?” Wolfram asked, entirely
distracted from the previous revelation.
Greta nodded, her chestnut curls bouncing. “Yes!” Her burnt umber eyes took in
everyone else, waving at them all. “Hi, everyone!”
Everyone returned her warm expression, waving in return or greeting with a
charming bow in Gunter and Conrad’s case. Gwendal’s face distinctly appeared
much less severe now his cute niece had returned home.
“What’s with the soup?” Greta questioned, taking in the odd sight of the pot
hanging over the open fireplace and the now cool bowls only where on front of
Yuuri and Wolfram’s place at the table.
Her curious eyes swept the room as everyone shuffled uncomfortably and said
nothing. She looked again to Yuuri and Wolfram.
“Is someone sick? Greta only eats soup outside of mealtimes when Greta’s sick!”
She eyed them both, apprehensive.
Yuuri rushed to shake his head. “No, Greta, nobody’s sick.” He soothed.
Wolfram bit his bottom lip, eyes anxious. “Nothing is for certain yet, but…” he
hesitated.
Greta bounced on his heels, her eyes wide and beginning to glitter with upset
the longer she was kept waiting. “Wolfram?” she whimpered, her bottom lip
trembling.
Yuuri put his arms around both his daughter’s and his fiancé’s shoulders,
pulling them into a comforting hug his smile soft.
“It’s okay, Greta. We’re just in shock because something unexpected happened
while you were away but it’s actually pretty exciting news.” He reassured her.
Both Greta and Wolfram looked up at him through their lashes, hopeful. He
grinned, uncaring of their audience. “Greta…do you still want a little
sibling?” he asked, teasing.
Greta gasped, her eyes flying incredibly wide. She looked between her adopted
fathers so fast her curls whipped against her rosy cheeks. “Really?” she
breathed.
Wolfram’s green eyes were sparkling when he nodded, a bright smile pulling at
his mouth.
“Yes, we think so.”
Greta squealed, throwing her arms around her fathers’ necks, hugging them close
as she jumped up and down in her delight. Yuuri and Wolfram laughed along with
her, relieved and happy, together.
“You’re really okay with this?” Wolfram asked her when they came up for air a
short time after, the room at once filled with sound and the gloom from before
evaporated.
“Is Wolfram kidding? Greta is excited to have a baby sibling! Where is the baby
now?” She jumped on the spot, eyes sweeping the room again as if an infant
would appear now she was scanning for one.
“Eh…” Yuuri hesitated audibly while Wolfram frowned at their daughter’s odd
question until they both froze with understanding, exchanging a panicked look.
“Greta…” Wolfram called her attention only to trail off unhelpfully.
Gwendal was their unexpected savior.
“You misunderstand, Greta.” Gwendal said in a velvety voice. He got on his
feet, opening his arms and Greta giggled, running around the table to face-
plant into his wide sternum, hugging tight and pearl-white teeth gleaming up at
her uncle. “You remember how Eru came from Nicola’s belly?”
She frowned up at him, her mouth turning down at the corners but nodded
readily.
“Of course, Greta remembers.”
Conrad joined in, sharing in the responsibility. “Like Eru was inside Nicola’s
belly, your little sibling is inside Wolfram’s belly for now.” He paused as
Greta frowned harder at Wolfram, brushing a mistrustful eye over his flat
abdominal like she thought everyone was tricking her. “It will be a few months
yet until the baby grows bigger and his belly with get bigger too.”
Wolfram paled at that and Yuuri hid his smirk behind his palm before his fiery
fiancé could take offense to it.
Greta pouted her lips in thought. “But…Nicola is a mother…Is Wolfram a mother
too?” she asked, bewildered.
Wolfram choked on his sharp inhalation and Yuuri blushed, rubbing at the nape
of his neck as he broke out in a hot sweat. He was relieved when Gunter took
over.
“In a way.” Gunter allowed with a patient tilt of his head. “Wolfram is a boy
but he can also be a mother. It is because he is a demon that he can be both,
so it’s not the same for humans.”
“Oh.” She blinked next she beamed. “Okay!”
Yuuri and Wolfram shared a startled look.
“Are you sure? You don’t have any questions?” Yuuri asked.
Greta shook her head, beaming around the room. “Greta is happy Wolfram is
having a baby! Now Greta can call Wolfram ‘mother’ too!”
Wolfram blushed from the roots of his hair, down his neck and Yuuri swore his
hands and legs were scarlet too while Greta ran back around the table and threw
her arms around his middle, squeezing him tight.
Yuuri’s heart warmed to the point of melting, pooling love in his belly, and
down all four limbs. Greta’s excitement about finally having a sibling was
infectious. He could feel the wide grin on his face, echoed in the startled
upwards curl of Wolfram’s pink mouth, green eyes glittering at black with
barely contained exhilaration over chestnut curls while their daughter
continued to babble, excited about all the things she could teach her cute baby
sibling. (She was so glad she’d left and returned to this news).
He was happy with how everything had worked out. He and Wolfram were closer
than ever and they were giving Greta a sibling to love and care for too.
What could be more perfect?
Conrad had moved away from the happy family and was watching the scene from the
window with a sad grimace, disappointment a distant but present shimmer in his
eyes. Yuuri stared at his godfather who refused to meet his eyes, until the
double black could take it no more.
He took a step away from his fiancé and daughter, cautious as he approached the
half-human soldier.
“I understand why you’re angry at me.” Yuuri said, low to his godfather.
“I don’t think you do.” Conrad replied briskly, turning his head to stare out
the window instead, the crimson sun had almost set beyond the distant shadowed
grassy hills and the navy blue of the sky overhead was punctured by the glint
of white stars.
The double black scratched his cheek, feeling as awkward and clumsy as expected
of his seventeen years before dropping his hand and groaned. “You’re hurt
because I lied to you.”
After a tense moment Conrad relented, confronting his godson at last. “So why
did you?” His brown eyes pieced his godson with his silent screaming-plea
causing Yuuri to flinch a little.
The double black shrugged. “You were so serious at the time, I panicked.” He
shrugged again, unable to express himself any other way. “I didn’t want to
disappoint you by admitting I’d already done what you asked me to promise not
to do.”
Conrad dropped his gaze and released a long lungful of air, defeated. “I
suppose it was a lot to ask of you so suddenly.”
Yuuri braced, ducking his own head to lock resolute black eyes with brown. “I’m
sorry I made a promise I couldn’t keep…but I’m not sorry for doing what I
promised not to do.” He proclaimed so fierce it was Conrad’s turn to flinch a
little.
Conrad stared at him for two heartbeats and then twisted his mouth in a
grudging but genuine way. “I forgive you, Yuuri…and I’m happy for you.”
Yuuri returned his protector’s contentment, his heart filling with love and
acceptance. The future was bright indeed.
Murata’s voice interrupted the carefree atmosphere.
“We still haven’t discussed what to do about our situation.”
Wolfram arched his eyebrows at the Great Sage, Greta calmed and Yuuri frowned
in confusion. However, Gwendal, Conrad and Gunter had determined expressions
again, each nodding in tandem.
Wolfram huffed and rolled his eyes.
“What do you mean?” Yuuri questioned his friend.
Gwendal sighed. “What his Grace means is there will be a child of Royal
bloodline for the first time in our Country’s history, the first legitimate
Crown Prince or Princess and heir to the Great Demon Kingdom’s throne.”
“…Okay?” Yuuri said, not following as usual.
Murata shook his head at his naive friend, some things never changed.
“Shibuya, there needs to be an Official Crown Wedding.” He smirked.
The double black gawped as Greta squealed and Wolfram laughed, startled.
Looking around the room, everyone looked bright and eager to set things in
order without delay.
Yuuri shut his mouth with a loud clack of his teeth, exhaled the inhalation he
had been holding…and grinned.
He was ready.
          Take a look into my eyes and see the fire, that burns slow
        Put your hands upon my face and promise me you'll never let go
          Falling down into the depths of my heart, touching my soul
  I'm only half alive without you, you're the other half that makes me whole

    Some have tried to tell me in this world there simply are no guarantees
 But like the smell of flowers on the wind, I catch your scent upon the breeze
     We're not the normal kind of lovers, we go deep and yet, deeper still
      We're like a flame that always burns, like a city set on top a hill

                            We've got, love on fire
                Come on baby, let's show em' we're here to stay

                             You've won my desire
                      And no one can ever take that away

                            We've got love on fire
               You gave me the world, and still you give me more

                          And now we're going higher
                      Higher than we've ever, been before

                                 Love on fire

   You're just the kind of (boy) that I was dreaming, I've been dreaming of
    And I wish there was a deeper kind of word that could describe our love
    Close your arms around me tight, and hold on, let me stay here a while
 And softly kiss me like you do, the kind of kiss that forces my lips to smile

                            We've got, love on fire
                Come on baby, let's show em' we're here to stay

                             You've won my desire
                      And no one can ever take that away

                            We've got love on fire
               You gave me the world, and still you give me more

                          And now we're going higher
                      Higher than we've ever, been before

                                 Love on fire
                                by Tim McMorris
Chapter End Notes
     Foxtail-rabbits are what I figured best described the cute floppy-
     eared creatures in episode 17: “Invitation to Small Cimaron” during
     the Demon Noble game of Kotsuhizoku hunting because after some
     digging I couldn’t find a canon-name for them. ^_^’
     _
     Chase3136: Thank you so much to everyone who commented, subscribed,
     bookmarked and gave me kudos! This story has carried/dragged me
     (kicking and screaming, lol) through a really rough time and it means
     so much that there are readers who want me to keep writing and
     posting. Please keep them coming! Every show of support warms me from
     the inside and is always greatly cherished, so Thank youღ
     NEXT I will be putting all my spare time and energy into the
     completion of Yūri’s Fears (because it was the first sequel I ever
     posted still ongoing) which will be approximately 18 chapters long.
     Chapter 4 should be updated within the next couple of weeks depending
     on how quickly I can write it. Before Halloween 2015, I was updating
     every two weeks fairly regularly, I’d like to update every week but
     it depends on the amount of time between the first couple of chapters
     what timeframe I’ll be working within, but this time around I am
     determined to see this through to the end!
     *fingers crossed* Wish me luck!
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