Draco.
Draco's heart raced as he watched the male alight from the chariot, pushing the stray fringes of his closely cropped blonde hair away from his face and adjusting his coat properly.
Everyone on the ground stopped to watch the male as he faced the lord, a smile blooming on his face.
"Dracolian," the male called, a longing look in his eyes as he took Draco in.
"Edrand," Draco hummed, standing still. His eyes twinkled a bit with delight.
Hearing his name fall from Draco's lips, Edrand ran and shuffled himself into Draco's arms, embracing him.
"The gods be blessed. It's been so long I hunger for the sight of you again, my love..." Edrand sang with smiles, melting into Draco's arms.
As they hugged, Draco's wandering gaze flickered to Isolde's stead, and he saw the horrified look on her face as she stared at Edrand.
Why did she look that way? Was something...wrong?
"Edrand..." Draco cooed, feeling the way Edrand held him so tight, he could hardly breathe. The moment Edrand pulled away, he swooped down and captured Draco's lips in a kiss. At first, Draco was a bit reluctant, but as Edrand increased the pace of the kiss, Draco returned it.
A wince echoed around them, and when they broke away, he noticed Isolde gritting her teeth so hard, the muscles on her temple flexed.
"My love, I've returned. Sound enough to be with you again." Edrand huffed, licking his lips as he drowned in Draco's iridescent gaze.
Edrand had been away in the reviving camp in the Abbey of Thorns to recuperate from his severe trauma that gripped him years after the great purge. But now he had returned to Abbator with the hopes of being with his lover again.
"Are you not happy to see me, my love?" He rattled, clasping Draco's cheeks.
Shutting his eyes briefly, Draco nodded, holding onto Edrand's hand. "I am especially happy to see you've returned, Edrand. You look..." His eyes roamed down Edrand's body and back up to his face. "Great."
"I know, right?" Edrand gushed, feeling the way his cheeks burned. He looked over his shoulder at Alfos and grinned. "The beta. It's good to see you again,"
Alfos hardly returned his greeting. It was no news to Draco how much Alfos hated Edrand's guts. Edrand had barely set eyes on Isolde. He was mainly focused on making the beta seethe.
"I see you're still not a fan of me?"
"Cut the crap, Edrand. This castle was peaceful when you weren't here..." Alfos growled, clenching his hand over Isolde's arm. That had her mewling in pain, which attracted Edrand's attention to her.
"Hmm, I see you've bagged yourself a new breeder? She's quite a beauty." He said, taking Isolde in. He was happy to see the female belonged to Alfos, but that joy crashed at Draco's words.
"She's my soon-to-be Luna." Draco said, stepping out from behind Edrand. His glowing gaze settling on Isolde.
Edrand blinked, gazing at Draco with a gaped mouth. "Your soon-to-be Luna? That's...impossible!" He shrieked, his eyes turned murderous as he looked back at Isolde. "You can't stand..."
"Fuck!" Draco hissed, cutting Edrand off. With speed, he grabbed Edrand and moved him away and into the tower. Their steps echoed as they moved along the hall until they barreled into Draco's study.
"Why, Draco? I thought you loved me? Besides, you can't even withstand a woman's touch," Edrand gushed, his eyes trailing Draco's bulky frame as he paced restlessly the length of his office.
"It's necessary, okay. I need to bear an heir."
"But...I am concerned about you, Draco..."
"And I am concerned about my duty to my people. We need to get back what's rightfully ours, or the demon clan wins against us."
Edrand hissed, throwing his gaze away. "But I can bear you a child, Draco." He reached Draco in three strides and held his arms, panting. "I can do it. We only have to consult the priestess; through her, the god of conception can grant us the grace to bear children, my beloved. You do not need to take a female..."
Draco gazed at him and scoffed. He flicked a fleeting glance at Edrand and muttered.
"We both know no one has ever set their eyes on the priestess. She disappeared after the Great Purge. It's no news again, Edrand."
Long before the purge, the people of Bloomington who had difficulty in reproduction always sought children from the god of conception through the priestess. The woman was ordained with the gift of childbearing. She helped the people find compatible mates that'd bear children for them until she disappeared after the purge.
Some believe the priestess was among the victims of the purge.
"What's going to happen to me then?" Edrand asked, lowering his head in sadness.
A sigh escaped Draco's lips. Edrand was the only one who stood by him to eradicate the pain that the death of Andriandita brought to him years ago. Before the great purge, the trio had been best friends, but Draco loved Andriandita dearly.
And on Andriandita's twentieth birthday, Draco found out she was his fated mate, a bond he cherished before the great tragedy.
However, Edrand stood by him right after her death. Their connection began to yield feelings of intimacy that helped Draco heal.
To Draco, being with Edrand was the closest he could be with Andriandita, and that was why he chose him, Edrand.
Since then until Edrand left for the Abbey of Thorns, they'd always bonded with Edrand, having hopes that Draco would make him his Luna someday.
"Trust me, that female means nothing more at all. It's still you that I choose, Edrand." Draco bit out, cradling Edrand's cheek with his palm. His thumb lightly tracing the silky flesh that was Edrand's cheek.
"You promise?" Edrand hummed, sounding hopeful.
"Of course, Ed."
At Draco's words, Edrand stepped on his tiptoes and clutched Draco's lips in a searing kiss. His heart surged, and blood pumped.
Their mouths fused. Suturing tight. Edrand's hand tangled in Draco's long, curly hair. He bunched it around his fist like he used to, sucking the firm, masculine outline of Draco's lips.
A moan grew behind his throat. It splurged out of his lips, vibrating in Draco's chest. The air around them heated as Edrand pressed on. Tongues clashed. Body simmered.
Draco panted, breathing hard, and Edrand pasted his temple to Draco's.
"It means a lot to be here again with you, beloved..." His silver eyes bore into Draco's. "I'm so desperate for a feel of you, Draco..."
Edrand gently captured Draco's hand, trailing it up his thighs until it landed on his crotch. A groan slipped from his mouth as Draco cupped his manhood and clenched.
"Oh, Creator!" Edrand crooned, going hard in Draco's hand. He panted hard. His crotch twitched in Draco's hand as he struggled to gather his breath back again.
Draco savored the look on Edrand's face, a smile curling his lips. With a growl, he ripped apart Edrand's breeches, baring his manhood.
"Fucking hot and hard for me, hmm?" He gritted out, wanking the crotch. The mound of flesh lay pliant in his palm.
But while Draco palmed Edrand, all he saw was the familiar face of the female who nearly killed him earlier. Her mouth parted in a moan. Eyes shut as he savored the structure of her body. The cleft between her legs as he said dirty words to her, punishing her for ever raising an arm twice against him.
Draco never understood how an act considered treason by law could turn him on so hard.
Edrand was beading at the tip, shaking in his hand as he fisted, clenched and wanked him off while thoughts about the female saturated his mind.
"Oh, Draco..." Edrand hummed, his heart exploding in bliss as he got fisted by Draco.
"You want my cock in you, huh? So desperate for me to fill you up, hmm?" Draco groaned.
And all he heard in response was a feminine shriek. At that, he tumbled Edrand over his wooden desk, landing a spank on his ass cheeks as he bared his hole. The tight ring of muscles gripped him as he penetrated Edrand's hole, thinking it was her.
The female he longed to punish.
TBC.