Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Villis Dane and Cremin Vokes. One man revered for his indomitable cruelty and his desire to conquer all that lay before him. One man reviled for his elitist status and how men of power are fascinated with him. Two men in love. Two men attempting to escape the thralldom of their homeland, the Menden Empire.
But Ciaran, the god of chaos, sees and hears the changes that are creeping across the Gwerin lands. Seducing Dane and Vokes to his cause, Ciaran not only uses his power to help both men to carve out a niche for themselves in the mortal world, but to quench his bestial desires.
Pairings: FF, FFM, MF, MM, MMM
Heat Level: 5
Romantic Content: 4
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Bisexual, Gay, Polyamorous
Protagonist 1 Age: 36-45
Protagonist 2 Age: 36-45
Protagonist 3 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Alpha Character, Cheating, Hurt / Comfort, Love Triangle, Moral Failure
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Vokes knew the truth in Dane's statement and closed his eyes, relaxing as the sagart placed his left hand firmly on Vokes' shoulder. The sagart's fingers were warm and dry upon his body. The sagart stretched Vokes' skin taught before piercing it with an ink filled needle, following the outline that the younger priest had conjured onto Vokes' shoulder.
Dane remained quiet while the two sagarts worked. The elder priest was intent on creating the rune while the younger, with a damp towel, wiped away Vokes' blood so that his colleague could continue with his ministrations. Occasionally opening his eyes Vokes would look to Dane before closing them as if he were trying to go to sleep through the process. To be honest, Vokes did not want any of the men to see the pleasure he felt at being pierced so.
Careful with what he was creating, and upon whom, the inking process took the elder sagart almost two hours to complete.READ MORE
Finally, while the sagarts were cleaning Vokes' back and sealing the wound with prayers to staunch the flow of blood, Dane stood and approached the trio.
"Perfect." Dane admired the sagart’s handiwork, affectionately running a hand through Vokes' dark brown hair.
"You are mine now." Dane smiled when Vokes looked up at him.
"I always was." Vokes replied as he lowered his head while shifting himself slightly on the table, enjoying the sensation of the men's hands upon his body. Especially Dane’s, whose finger’s kept twining within his hair.COLLAPSE