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"To my dearest, Mydeimos.
If you're reading this letter, that means I'm either already dead or I left Amphoreous. But that shouldn't reduce the heartfelt sincerity of this, regardless of the end I stumbled.
I ... I wanted to apologize for everything. And for everyone, too. I realized that for my pursuit of the true Dawn, I had my humanity stripped away for a goal that seemed so impossible to achieve, resulting in you and the others' murders for millions of cycles. I regret every single one of them ... every drop of blood I spilled was ingrained in my memories, and it fueled the coreflames stored within me.
When I first saw the cracks on my skin, it was like a somber relief. Finally, I said, I could let this world go and pass along peacefully. And then, Trailblazer offered me to join the Express, but I hadn't accepted because I was still wondering whether or not spending my last moments out of home was necessary or not.
Mydeimos, if you have reached this far, please remember that ... even if you don't accept me, I will always love you. I understand you might despise me, disgusted with me maybe—but that's okay, it's perfectly valid coming from you ... because I had struck your weak spot too many times to atone for my sins.
Oh, this letter had gone way too long. Well, lastly, after I'm gone, please check on Cyrene for me at Aedes Elysiae. This might sound like a plea for help from a broken man, but trust me, Cyrene did nothing wrong to have your hatred. So please ... you or the others, please check on her from time to time. She will appreciate the company.
Thank you, and goodbye.
— Phainon.
The innocent letter had a permanent place on Mydei’s bedside table. Its paper had yellowed with age, the ink began to fade, weariness from the weight of 15 years accompanying the lonesome king of Castrum Kremnos.
He found it when he was tidying Phainon's former room at Okhema. He figured he should do it, as someone whom Phainon loved dearly until his last breath, like some sort of service, or another way for him to cope.
Spider webbing cracks on Phainon's skin gave the impression of rare fragility on the Deliverer. Yet, as he laughed softly, with his head bowed, Mydei had the last glimpse of the “Phainon” he had known for half of his life.
Someone full of life.
“Mydei—” Phainon still couldn't hold his voice together, “you are still unpredictable at times …”
The cracks had widened. Small gaps continued to chip away into bigger chasms. Mydei had wanted to collect the pieces and put them back together. Like a broken doll pieced together with kintsugi.
Something—anything, to prevent the inevitable.
His breath was stolen, and his brain went into white noise as he was suddenly pulled into a hug.
“Mydei …” Phainon choked at his own words, his heavy heart bleeding into his voice, but Mydei couldn't see the smile that had lifted the sins from Phainon’s shoulders. “You made me happy …”
That was the last hug. Before Phainon broke down like a shattered statue.
He could still feel it. As Mydei folded Phainon's clothes one by one, the brush of the fabric felt like ghostly touches of Phainon against his skin.
Wasn't that fitting? A supposedly “perfect vessel” fell into unfixable pieces. No matter how hard Mydei cried, holding the shattered fragments of the former Deliverer in his hands, it would not bring him back.
Had it not been Aglaea and Hyacine who pulled him away … well, Mydei himself wouldn't dare to think. Not even a thousand deaths or a shattered vertebrae by his own hands could bring him back.
15 years had passed since the tragedy. Amphoreous now was a bustling and lively planet. 15 years were spent in rebuilding each city and establishing interastral connections; the IPC wouldn't dare to mess with Amphoreous yet, not with Aglaea, Anaxa, and Mydeimos overseeing the Eternal Land.
Castrum Kremnos had been rebuilt to a robust military city; now its purpose was to be Amphoreous' guardian. With Mydei ascended as king, he had tirelessly led his people to a future far kinder for their tribe. The people were flourishing under the decree of the new king; no needless bloodshed was allowed, and the famous Kremnos Festival was now all for show. All thanks to His Majesty Mydeimos.
A King who was once the front shield for Amphoreous, who fought alongside his comrades for a better tomorrow. A King, whose rumor had it, lost the love of his life. Well, it wasn't something Mydei could refute. His sole companion in his loneliest nights was a letter, weathered from the years.
Visitors came to Castrum Kremnos either for the sights, for the food, to pay a visit to Queen Gorgo's grave, or to the memorial garden. A garden which bloomed blood red lilies as far as the eye could see, and in the center of it all stood a statue of Amphoreous' Deliverer made from the King’s blood crystals. Carved forever in beauty and grace, Dawnmaker glinted softly under the sun, and a stone slate beneath the dais.
During the sculpting, Mydei had made sure everything about Phainon was exactly like how he remembered—his memory will not fail him, because it was the only time he could spend his hours with his beloved. No one could see how he softly kissed the crystal's cold lips, imagining it as Phainon's softer ones.
Carving the words for the stone slate was in fact, harder for Mydei.
"For the man who loved humanity, farewell Phainon"
Everyone dealt with grief differently. Mydei wasn't alone in his sorrows.
Aglaea had finally opened her own tailor shop. Even as customers were flooding in, she still had time to make outfits suited for Phainon; she reasoned the Deliverer would love to wear them.
Anaxa had used everything at his disposal to improve the education system in Aedes Elysiae and other rural villages. He learned that Phainon had wanted to be a scholar or a teacher if he was not the Deliverer.
Hyacine loved the beautiful blue sky. When it wasn't the rainy season, the sky was always cloudless and bright. It reminded her of Phainon's eyes and how she longed to watch the beautiful Deliverer soar with his wings.
Cipher had taken an interest in collecting beautiful things colored in blue and white. Her most prized possession was a blue five-pointed star opal, noting that Phainon would love this as an earring.
Tribios made dolls of Phainon's image. All included in his best features—moonlit kissed hair, starlit eyes, the sweet soft smile ... and for the first time in forever, she carved a red glass crystal, the one from Janus’ Holy Maidens do for funeraries, saying that Snowy would love the pretty shine on it.
Castorice and Pollux were waiting for him in the nether realm. At times, she would return to the overworld and visit the orphanage Phainon used to frequent, all thanks to her death touch now gone.
Mydei … he only had the letter and his new duties. Reading as he woke up and before he slept had helped, or perhaps worsened the grief.
The halls were so cold, his throne had never felt so empty before. He commissioned a king-sized bed, hoping maybe one day Phainon would come back. A garden he took care of every day, he restored it because it was supposed to be a dowry for Phainon. Sitting inside his office, staring down at the stacks of documents, mourning the fact that Phainon was more clever for this, administrations, and the like.
If Phainon were here, he’d probably have accepted Mydei’s proposal. They would live happily in Castrum Kremnos, and as Queen, he would help him run the kingdom, proposing new bills and laws.
Phainon this, Phainon that, get over it, Mydeimos.
But Mydei allowed himself to dream. Dreamed of a reality where Phainon was still alive.
Another day passed by.
Mydei was visiting Phainon’s statue as usual before starting his day, then a message came from his teleslate. Surprised it was from Cyrene.
He and she weren't that close compared with anyone else, only maintaining a friendly distance. Yet Mydei fulfilled Phainon’s request to visit her, and that was enough. So for her to message first wasn't expected.
Cyrene
> Mydei!!
> Come to Aedes Elysiae!!
> Quick!!!
> [Cyrene Sticker: hurry hurry!!]
Mydei frowned and reread Cyrene's message for the umpteenth time. He didn't want to let his heart hope that what the pink-haired girl implied was true, yet he couldn't ignore that bubbling feeling as his grip on the teleslate wavered slightly. The Kremnoan sucked in a breath. He glanced at the Phainon statue again and smiled softly at his beloved.
“I’ll be back soon, Phainon,” Mydei placed a hand on the smooth surface of the red ruby, and sighing deeply as he rested his forehead against it. After a few seconds, Mydei set off to Aedes Elysiae.
-
“Mydei!! I’m glad you're here!” Cyrene exclaimed, her voice shaky, but the relief was apparent, coupled with the wide smile she wore.
“What's the matter?”
“Well, I think it's best if you see it for yourself.”
Mydei tilted his head, but Cyrene only winked in return, he didn't miss a single tear rolling down from that. The Kremnoan king nodded and decided not to push further.
“Go to the northern fields. There, you will find him.”
Him?
“Cyrene—” Mydei choked out while looking away fiercely, “don't do this— he’s dead …”
“But how do you know before you see it for yourself?” Cyrene asked again, her voice wavering again this time intensely, “Come on, Mydeimos, trust me. Go to the fields.”
“If … if it's just an elaborate prank …” Mydei pinched the bridge of his nose, “you're not allowed to eat my cooking for a month.”
Cyrene’s smile didn't falter, “I’ll hold on to that.”
And without further ado, Mydei set off again.
Each step was painful to say the least. He remembered all the notable landmarks in Aedes Elysiae, all thanks to Phainon and his endless chatter.
And true to the white haired man’s words, the village was so peaceful and quiet. The scent of wheat and sunlight was fresh and nostalgic; it made Mydei want to sleep under a tree until someone eventually woke him up. But alas, he kept walking.
Further and further, the houses grew smaller, the windchimes grew fainter, and the echoes of his last moment with Phainon echoed louder.
“... What do you want, Mydei?”
“Flowers? … Flowers wilted near me.”
“I don't want a spar right now. I’m not— I’m not exactly feeling it.”
“... Then why are you still here?! Don't you have your own people to go home to??”
“Look at me, Mydei. I’m breaking apart … not long before my flesh and blood become one with Amphoreous’ soil.”
“I can't be saved— this is my fate Mydei!! I was already destined not to exist … isn't that why the reason I was created?”
“YOU’RE SO STUBBORN!! Don't come back … !!”
“Wait … Mydei … don't go.”
“I didn't mean what I said— I was so frustrated and angry at myself … please … don't leave me.”
Mydei stopped walking. Leaning against the fence as the whispers and Phainon’s sobs were ringing loudly in his brain.
“Stay with me, Mydei … please … I’m so scared—” Phainon broke down, hard and fast sobs escaping him like he was gasping for air, “I don't wanna die Dei … !!”
Mydei huffed out a harsh sigh. His age had started to catch up with him, it seemed. Yeah, that wasn't a great time to joke around, Mydei admitted to himself with an ironic smirk.
“Damn it, Deliverer …” Mydei murmured, “I miss you …”
He continued on his journey, eventually reaching the fields Cyrene told. Stopping near the edge, Mydei took his time to breathe in the fresh air with notes of wheat, with the soft wind rustling his hair and brushing past his cheek like a caress, and the distant sounds of chime somewhere far away.
If Phainon were here, he’d take a nap in the fields.
As if the remaining Titans out there heard his prayers, his eyes spotted a familiar figure standing on the horizon. Familiar snow-white locks illuminated under the sun were the first thing Mydei saw. He could feel his breath come to a hitch, and his heart picking up pace.
“Phainon … ?”
He strode forward, into the field, and steadily he ran to chase after the morning sun, where he stands there.
With just a few meters close, with the rays warming his face, Mydei called again. “Phainon?”
The figure turned his head, and his vibrant sky blue eyes were the needed burst of color in Mydei’s life. He responded, “Mydei?”
"Phainon of Aedes Elysiae, what is your true dream?"
"My true dream ... ? I didn't know I had such a thing.”
Phainon woke up in a familiar golden field, surrounded by familiar golden stalks of wheat, the sun rays hitting his face, and the birds streaking the bright blue sky. Sitting up, he looked around and made no mistake; he was back in Aedes Elysiae.
But why? Wasn't he supposed to be dead?
"Oh, good, you're finally awake.”
He swiftly whipped his head to the source of the voice, to see ... himself? No, no, it's Khaslana. But instead of adorning himself with cracks and sharp corners, he dressed in a simple white chiton, and his wings curled passively behind him. Much like him, but blond, and—dare Phainon assume—soft.
"You're ..." Phainon murmured, almost dumbfounded. Khaslana laughed at his expression. "What? Don't you recognize me?" He tilted his head teasingly, "I'm you. Well, the ‘you' whom you buried with Khaslana. Think of it as ... the deepest crevice of your heart.”
"I still have that?" Phainon's hand lifted to rest against his chest, close to his beating heart. "But why?"
"The answer is simple, even if you know more than I do. But alas, you look like you don't wanna spell it out loud." Khaslana sighed, turning his back before walking up to the swing where Cyrene usually sat, and this time he took her place and swung lightly, following the sound of the creak.
Wait a minute, Cyrene’s swing wasn't supposed to be this near the fields.
“This isn't the true Aedes Elysiae, isn't it?” Phainon asked with an unreadable face.
“Spot on,” Khaslana praised, “yes, this place is akin to a ‘lobby' or a ‘purgatory'. You arrived here after you died, and slept the whole day.”
Ah. Right.
He was still dead.
“How does it feel to become a dead person?” Khaslana asked again, even when it sounded almost morbid. Phainon shrugged before throwing himself back to lie flat on the fields, eyes gazing at the clouds, “I still feel like myself …”
Turning his body to Khaslana, Phainon asked again, “About the … ‘me' that I buried, what does that mean?”
"Simply put, even with how much you hollow your heart for the wishes of others, you still have your own ... deep down. A wish so simple and mundane.” Khaslana answered while staring at Phainon with a soft smile gracing his face. Looking at his other half, he couldn’t help but feel just as sentimental.
Phainon remained silent for a moment before he curled himself into a fetal position, hugging his knees close to his chest to curb the feeling of longing for a certain someone. "I'm tired ..."
So so tired …
Khaslana huffed softly before straightening up and beginning to swing properly, "then sleep, Phainon. Sleep as long as you need." He said before he let the swing move the slightest bit faster, and he hummed to a soft Elysian lullaby.
What was Phainon's wish? Well, none of them would know before a much-needed rest.
The next time Phainon was awake, it was by the sound of soft snores beside him. It didn't take too much effort for him to turn his head to the side, and he was greeted with Khaslana, in deep sleep beside him. Phainon stared because Khaslana was objectively beautiful. Well, Phainon did not consider himself vain after all.
And his pretty self fluttered his eyes open.
As if sensing he was awake, Khaslana woke up as well, smiling in greeting too. "Good morning! Or, day? Time flows differently here, so I can't tell."
Phainon frowned in confusion, "... How long was I asleep?"
Khaslana hummed, turning his body so his back met the soft ground below, "15 years, give or take.”
That alone made Phainon shoot up straight, almost wincing from his blood pressure readjusting. “15 years?!” He cried out exasperatedly. Khaslana quickly sat up and held his body steady, “Slow down geez … you just woke up and you have low blood pressure on top of that.”
Phainon shut his eyes to push down the dizzying headache to a manageable degree. “15 years …” he repeated.
Khaslana rolled his eyes, “No need to repeat, I know. So, are you well rested now?”
Now that Khaslana mentioned it, Phainon craned his head side to side, then stretched his limbs until he whined loudly and his joints popped satisfyingly. Khaslana only watched in amusement.
“Yeah … I do feel well rested.”
“Good,” Khaslana nodded, “well then, you'd better prepare yourself.”
Phainon stilled, “for …”
“For going home, silly. Your family and Mydeimos are waiting for you.”
Hearing the Chrysos Heirs, Cyrene, and Mydei all waiting for him, Phainon shrank back and fiddled with his hands nervously. Khaslana raised his brows in concern, “What's wrong?” He asked.
“How can I possibly show my face … after everything I did?” Phainon murmured, his eyes staring at nothing but the wheat stalks that swayed and listened to his words.
“Phainon of Aedes Elysiae, what is your true dream?”
That question again.
“What's so important for you to ask that question twice?” Phainon asked back. Khaslana shrugs, “I’m still you, Phainon. So you are asking that question to yourself.”
Phainon closed his mouth in shock. His eyes blinked rapidly as he processed the words, before he exhaled loudly and answered, “My wish … is simple.”
“Oh, I know, Phainon.”
Of course, how could Phainon forget? His wish was so simple, maybe something to scoff at, but to Phainon … it meant more than his entire life. For his entireity, he had dedicated himself to everything for Amphoreous, the same went for Khaslana, to the point he almost forgot what he truly wanted.
He had wanted to live normally. He had wanted to live in a village with Cyrene and his parents, helping them around the fields, playing with the fairies at Membrance Maze, and later on bringing a lover to settle down and have children. As years went by as a Chrysos Heir, his dreams remained the same, but they changed.
Now, he wanted the Heirs to stay with him, anywhere in Amphoreous or in Aedes Elysiae. He wanted to try Aglaea’s creations, teach alongside Anaxa, treasure hunt with Cipher, heal the sick with Hyacine, garden with Castorice, and make fantastical things with Tribbie. Most of all …
He wanted to marry Mydei. He had fallen so deeply in love that he wanted to have the Kremnoan King to himself. To become his Queen, the one who would kiss him good morning and warm his bed, maybe tend their very own garden alongside the castle staff, spar to their hearts’ content, and possibly … have multiple children and raise them to become splendid figures in life.
Yes, that was what Phainon really wanted.
“Do you think … he still loves me?”
Khaslana didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he stared ahead, to the sea, with eyes that yearned for a certain man. “How will I know if we don't find out?”
“Go on, Phainon,” Khaslana goaded him, his golden eyes peering from his shoulder, pinned at Phainon, “go home.”
“When will I see you again?”
“No need for that,” Khaslana laughed loudly, “because I’m coming with you, no matter what.”
When Phainon woke up in the real Aedes Elysiae, he rushed to the first person he could think of.
Cyrene.
Their reunion was sweet, sweeter than what Phainon had imagined. Cyrene then called the other Chrysos Heirs, and Phainon was expecting he would be greeted with malice; instead, it was a huge group hug that almost made him suffocate.
But, there was no Mydei.
“Where's Dei?? He has to be here!” Tribbie asked while looking around for that certain Kremnoan man. Phainon placed a hand on her shoulder, “Lady Tribbie, I think we still need to leave him alone.”
“Are you scared to meet him again?” Castorice chimed in with a sad downturn of her lips, “but he’ll be so happy to see you.”
“I think that's for Phainon to decide, “Cyrene answered, glancing at her brother with kindness, all the very same. “Whenever you are ready, Phainon.”
“Yeah, I know.”
And all lead to this very moment.
"... Ha..." Mydei froze in place, and he felt like his own heart stopped beating upon gazing at that familiar face and that familiar figure. "... Phainon?” he asked again.
Phainon shuffled in place, playing with the sleeves of his shirt before he looked up at Mydei again, this time properly, “Hey, Mydei …”
A hand (Phainon’s hand) landed on his cheek, his thumb gently rubbing the darkened crescent shapes under his eyes, a soft yet sad smile tugged at the corners of his lips, “15 years had been unkind to you … Mydeimos.”
Mydei didn't know who moved first. It took just one stride, and he slotted himself into Phainon's personal space, then he grabbed the latter’s neck and pushed him until their lips slotted together in harmony, in a passionate, searing kiss. Phainon moaned between them, his parted lips inviting Mydei’s tongue to dance with his, until the Deliverer eventually gave up and let his lover taste him.
When they pulled away for air, Mydei spoke in a wavering whisper, “Please… let this be real,” he choked back the sudden influx of emotions, “if not— if you're truly gone, then may my spear strike me down where I stand because …”
For the first time, after 15 years of loneliness, the lonesome Kremnoan King shed his tears once more. One of his hands lifted to tenderly cup Phainon’s sweet angel-like face, feeling the soft skin against his like it was untainted. “I can't— I can't lose you again.”
“No, you won't for the second time,” Phainon placed his hand on top of Mydei's before shaking his head. “I admit … I took a longer break than I intended to, I was so tired with everything and I just … slept, and reflected,” Phainon continued, his voice almost meek, “but now, I know what I want now.”
The Deliverer nuzzled against Mydei's palm, sighing in the process, “I want to stay with you …” he said, sincerely, like a secret, forbidden feeling he lets loose, “if … you still want me.”
“My Phainon … if that's your request …”
Mydei rested his forehead against his soulmate and stared deeply into those starling blue eyes he had loved for more than 15 years, “then I want nothing more but to have you by my side again.”
As Cyrene found them at the same wheat field, the two lovers had their world encased in a bubble around them as they shared one embrace, and countless kisses. Eventually, Mydei spun Phainon midair before kissing him again and whispering something in his ear, earning a deep flush from Phainon and a light hit to his biceps.
“I should leave them be~♪” Cyrene hummed to herself before turning back, “I wonder, when will they announce the wedding?”
15 years after Era Nova, finally, Castrum Kremnos rejoiced as their King returned with a Queen by his side. Phainon, of Aedes Elysiae, the hero of Amphoreous. Kremnoans, Amphoreans, and foreigners alike all celebrated and witnessed in the flesh the grand wedding and feast in the moving city for 4 days and nights. Not to mention, the hilarious scene of Phainon swiping Mydei's head over a statue of himself in the royal flower garden.
“This is too much!” Phainon cried indignantly while hiding his face on Mydei’s shoulder. The undying King chuckled fondly before kissing the crown of his head, “Admit it, you love it.”
The crowd whispered excitedly amongst them, but Mydei’s ears tuned out the outside world just to hear Phainon’s answer. “Yeah …” his queen replied.
One Kremnoan woman caught sight of Mydei smiling so painfully softly and gazing at Phainon with so much love in them, like it had permanently stayed on his face. It suited him. She was almost jealous, but moreover, happy for them.
Also, the palace staff learned something new as the married couple was finally reunited.
Never bother them after Curtain-Fall hour.
"Ah— ngh~♡ Mydei please—"
"You're doing so well, my love~”
The amount of wet and slick-dirtied sheets that had to be washed was … concerning. But none are the wiser to question King Mydeimos and Queen Phainon’s “after-hours workouts”.
"Please— mercy—!! Have mercy Mydei— AHH!! ♡" Phainon screamed when his battered cervix was rammed again, arching his back sensually to a perfect curve as he squirted again with a curl of his toes. Drool and tears escape and droop down his face, prompting Mydei to kiss them.
"My queen," Mydei growled against Phainon's cheek, the grip on his spouse’s trim waist tightened considerably, "Mine only.”
Phainon choked as Mydei pulled his body flush against his hip, knocking the blunt of his cock against the neck of his womb until he sucked in a harsh breath.
Everyday. They do this every day.
“Mydei-!!” Phainon whined, “My King-!! Please— Hnggh! P… please … slow down!”
“No, I waited for far too long,” Mydei said, with a resolute and deep thrust, and was rewarded with a mewl and more squirt to their sheets.
"My darling Deliverer," Mydei grabbed Phainon's chin tenderly, the opposite of his rough ravishing of Phainon. And oh, how he looked at Phainon was painfully tender, "I will have you until the end of the world as I please.”
Phainon whimpered before his already kiss-swollen lips were devoured by his husband again, swallowing any noises he made. How can he refuse such devotion from his husband? This spark of theirs, Phainon doubts it would ever burn out like a wick with how much hunger his Mydei has for him.
When they first fell to the sheets again after being reunited, Mydei ravaged and rebuilt him again for hours. Nonstop, multiple positions, and Phainon lost count of the praises whispered against his cheek. He tried to negotiate—they should do it three times a week, four times? No, five times—!!
But Mydei didn’t want that. With Phainon, all beautiful, even with golden virginal blood that aided their intimate dance, and docile and ruined underneath him.
"I want it every day, Phainon.”
From then on, Phainon knew no rest from constant tiring yet fun lovemaking.
But that was in the past. Now, he thought he was going to break, as Mydei pushed his knees until they reached his ears—Phainon’s heart raced like galloping war horses as Mydei put him in a mating press. His cock slowly pulled out, teasing Phainon’s eyes with its well-endowed glory coated in his shining slick, before his husband pushed hard, zeroing on the sore opening of his cervix, again and again, battering his womb repeatedly-!!
Phainon was so dizzy, he was going to break— going to break! ♡ “Oh!! Ahn— ♡ husband!! Again— please again!!”
"That's it, Deliverer," Mydei groaned deeply like a lion when his cock was hugged by that tight warmth he loved so much, "break for me.”
"I can't— My King please—" Phainon babbled and panted like a dog with that tight heat coiling in his abdomen tighter, "Oh Mydei-!!! ♡♡”
"A good wife…” Mydei purred and nuzzled against Phainon's scarred solar mark on the side of his neck, “You'll make a good mother for our kids, too."
Phainon’s eyes shot open in shock, "K-Kids? Mydei wait— Oh!" The tip of his dick pressed deeply in him, pushing him to squirt around the thick dick stretching him to his limit, breaking him down to the core. Not even his coreflames could fight against Strife's relentless attacks. Which was funny considering in that one cycle—
“Eyes on me,” Mydei frowned while grabbing Phainon’s chin and forcing his husband to look at him, “my dear wife, don't ignore your husband.”
“I’m not-!! Ah—!”
All of a sudden, Mydei turned him to his side, pushing one of his legs up as he slotted his legs to grind inside him. Pushing his dick straight into the opening of Phainon's womb, making him mewl.
"N-No...! Ngh~ I'll break!” Phainon cried as he felt his powers starting to sizzle below his skin, responding to the molten hot pleasure that even rivalled the coreflames inside him, “I'll go crazy, p-please Mydei! Mercy—Ah!"
Mydei thrust into him without heeding his words, pushing out the cum that had been shot into him. "Break, Phainon. Break and recover all on my dick." He snarled, hand rubbing over the bulge that appeared every time he rutted. The usual intense and warm gold eyes were blown out with love and lust, eyeing every micro change on Phainon's face or every tear and drool that rolled down. He dived down to lick a straight stripe of his spouse’s tear, before tenderly kissing his eyelid.
Something snapped. Phainon indeed broke.
Another hard ram to his already pliant womb, a golden glow momentarily enveloped Phainon before Khaslana came to view, just as he was coming again with a satisfied scream while flaring his wings.
"No— no more—" Khaslana wheezed, entirely oblivious to the fact that he shifted accidentally, "I'm already pregnant— Mydei please …” Khaslana sobbed in pleasure and exhaustion, his pussy much hotter than in its regular state. Mydei found himself putting his entire weight on his side.
"One more round, beloved," Mydei said sweetly, accompanied with a kiss against his spouse’s ear, "we need to make sure it takes~”
Warm, rough hands turned Phainon onto his front, making him cry out when his sensitive nipples rubbed against the silk sheets. Mydei pulled him up to his knees, making him stick out his plump, red ass. "Haa … ah … no moreee...!" He whined when he felt Mydei's dick rubbing and thrusting against his clit, making him leak once more.
"One more... one more, love. You can give me that, can't you?" The Strife demigod thrusted inside again, groaning when more wetness splashed against his thighs.
"Khaslana, my Khaslana," Mydei said like a prayer, while his hand pulled on his golden wing until the Emanator cried out in ecstasy. "I love you.”
"Love— I love you too, Mydeiii—Hnngh?!"
Khaslana squirted once again, back arching and thighs trembling at the pleasure, before his golden eyes drooped shut.
Khaslana woke up clean, yet sore as hell.
He groaned when a dull ache echoed around his hips. He tried to turn to his front but found his nether region sore, so he whined before petulantly throwing himself down on the cushions.
Not only that.
Khaslana breathed heavily, feeling a migraine creeping up and cold sweat gathering near his brow. He brought a hand to his forehead before hissing from the spike of temperature. And no, it was not from the coreflames this time.
“Mydei … that lovable brute,” Khaslana huffed half-heartedly, deciding to pull the covers higher as he sank into the pillows, letting out a small whimper from the bout of dizziness that damn near made him black out.
He heard doors opening; it didn't take a genius to figure out who was daring enough to venture inside the royals’ marital bedroom. “Mydei …” Khaslana quietly called out his beloved.
Mydei came in with a trolley of a breakfast buffet, and he was absolutely radiant. “Good morning, Khaslana,” he greeted with a lazy smile.
“Hey,” Khaslana sat up slowly with the help from Mydei, before he found his lap occupied with a tray of breakfast. “Thanks,” he winced from his hoarse voice. To be fair, he couldn't be mad at Mydei forever, count that as a blessing.
“Honeycakes and strawberries! Your absolute favorite,” Mydei said before sitting beside Khaslana on his side of the bed. He put his hand against his lover's forehead, then his face flickering to concern, “still hot …”
“Uh-huh, and who’s responsible for that? Hm?” Khaslana asks in a deadpan before taking a huge bite of the strawberry, “To be fair, I absolutely love it when you fuck the smartness outta me, so thanks.”
Mydei had the absolute gall to chuckle, half in shame, half proudly, “Sorry… I’ll nurse you back to healthy Khas.”
“You better be!” Khaslana threatened by pointing his fork between Mydei’s eyes, “I need to be in tip-top health if we want to have babies.”
Hearing the magic words, Mydei perked up excitedly, and the Elysien laughed at that. “Don't get your hopes up, Dei! We still don't know that!”
“Well, yeah … but …”
Khaslana let out a light huff. Setting down his fork, he then places his head on Mydei's shoulder before glancing up to him, “Hey, what's wrong?”
“Nothing, just …” Mydei drummed his fingers against the duvet nervously, “it's still unbelievable, you know? It's been a year ever since we tied the knot and … it still feels like a dream to have you beside me, and soon …” he peered at Khaslana’s covered stomach, “a small copy of us, if we ever manage to make it.”
Khaslana hummed at that, “Are you still scared some day I’ll leave you?”
Bingo.
“Fahaha, always sharp when needed,” Mydei laughed a little sadly, "Every time I remember you died in my arms, I couldn't help but fuck you harder to forget that ... I needed to hear you in your highest pleasure to appease me that you're real. I'm sorry, Khaslana …”
“Ah …” Khaslana simply said before his right wing curled itself across Mydei’s shoulders like a weighted blanket, “but I’m alive now, Mydei.”
Khaslana took the hand nearest to him, placing it on his chest where his heart beat. “Tell me, what do you feel here?”
"... There's a steady heartbeat."
"There is.”
The two laughed together. Eventually, Khaslana finished breakfast and changed back to Phainon. Mydei took the chance to tackle his beloved on their bed, kissing his face everywhere until no spot was unkissed.
“Say,” Mydei spoke after he gave his dearly beloved his well-deserved love, “do you think we'll get twins?”
“Pfft, who knows? The coreflames fucked me up,” Phainon answered self-deprecatingly. It was meant to be a joke, but Mydei frowned, deigning his quip null, “haha … sorry.” He quickly apologized.
The Strife Titan sighed, “You should stop joking about something like that,” he warned before attacking him again with new barrages of kisses.
“Okay okaaaay geez you big lion!” Phainon whined when Mydei bit his neck playfully.
Eventually, the topic of babies was stored at the back of their heads.
“Um, Snowy … I detected another life inside you.”
“... Come again?”