In the short time, they had to prepare, the joining ceremony of the two clans was extravagant and mirthful. All the members of the two tribes gathered in the heart of Ellos. Their faces were illuminated by flickering torches and the sea of paper lanterns decorating the inky sky. The night was clear and cloudless for the celebration. Even the moon was full as it cast its glow towards the festivities taking place below.
At the center of the gathered crowd on an elevated platform, Wylen and Jaelan stood together. Their hands were tied to each other in union by a glittering gold silk sash while drums beat in the background. Soral and Nokiel cheered and jumped on the ground level while both Chieftains painted marriage insignia on their son's foreheads. The red ink was a swirl of color as it glistened in the firelight.
Minow clapped his hands with the energy of a young bull and whistled as loud as he could. His eyes creased from the constant smiling and hollering.
As the ceremonial joining of Jaelan and Wylen concluded with the blowing of horns, both tribes celebrated with loud cheers shouted from their lips. Two tribes became one as the joined warriors thrust their tied hands above their heads, equal smiles gracing their features.
Jaelan's sisters clapped and started to sing their ritual marriage song. Their long hair bouncing with each jump their slender figures made. As their singing grew louder, more of their clansmen joined with their voices. Gradually a beautiful harmony filled the air and echoed throughout the grassy plain. The strings and drums of musicians slowly joined the voices of the people, and in a matter of minutes, the melody could be heard throughout the village center.
A large fire roared in the middle as music played and people started to dance. Food was plentiful, and every man, woman, and child danced for their leaders, happy to be part of history in the making.
Jaelan and Wylen were seated together at an elevated table. Both warriors were decorated in arrays of rich silks.
In his long ebony hair, jewels twinkled in the firelight as Jaelan turned his head left and right, a smile as wide as the signature sliver of moon. Pale shades of pink silk wrinkled as he moved his arms, adding some extra food to Wylen's plate as the other clapped his hands. The married warrior watched his brother Minow and a few other warriors perform the dance of swords. The custom at every wedding in the Aldor clan.
Minow thrust his blade up into the sky, his back arching to the sound of the drums. As graceful as a feline, he stood on the tips of his toes and swung the sword in an arc before masterfully throwing it up and flipping his body. His right hand caught the hilt as it fell, and his feet kicked up once more, tapping together.
"Wow!" Jaelan clapped in awe, admiring the technique.
His hands came to rest on his thighs when the dance ended. The gold embroidery on Jaelan's sleeves, extravagant as it was, gradually became lost as Wylen's fingers closed around his wrist.
The young warrior pulled Jaelan's arm into his lap before turning his gaze away from the finished performance and towards his lover. Warm almond-shaped eyes were glowing as he memorized every detail of his lover's face. Wylen's pastel yellow silks were just as luxurious, with embroidery running up and down his sides and a golden sash securing his waist. In his hair, he had a collection of metals and jewels weaved in. The bright alabaster sash was holding most of his hair back, elegant as it rested in his locks.
"Jaelan," Wylen whispered as the ivory-skinned warrior looked upon his face, cheeks flushed from the wine and late summer heat. "I love you…I really, really love you."
Feeling himself blush at the words, Jaelan put his other hand over Wylen's and gently squeezed before leaning in closer and whispering, "As do I."
Forgetting they were at the center of attention for the remainder of the night, Wylen let a breath escape him as his hand reached out to cup Jaelan's cheek, neck stretching outwards over the short distance to press his lips against those already stained with the kiss of wine.
The music grew louder, and the drinks flowed freely. There was not a single frown to spotted amidst the crowd of dancers, musicians and revelers. Food was plentiful and the alcohol potent.
Before long, Jaelan and Wylen were stumbling to their quarters. The room had been decorated and prepared earnestly by the half-god's sisters. Red satin and silk were draped over the walls and bed. A litter of flickering candles had been placed in several spots, casting a warm and fitting glow for the newlywed couple.
When the two men entered, they paid no attention to the painstaking details Jaelan's sisters went through to make the room perfect. Not an eyelash was batted at the assortment of sweets sitting in perfect little rows on a silver tray, nor the dried figs and dates carefully assembled on the table. The flower petals scattered on the red and gold sheets of the bed were crushed without care as the two drunken lovers collapsed upon it. Their hands busy with the task of undressing each other.
"Wylen," Jaelan drew in a ragged breath after removing his lips from his lovers'. "You better not be drunk."
"I'm not," Wylen responded in haste before pressing Jaelan down onto the bed and pouncing on top of him, only half lying. His body was eager for what was to come. "I've been waiting to be with you for over two weeks!"
With a smirk, Jaelan grabbed Wylen by the hair and brought his lips down on his. He didn't want to waste a precious second. His body craved to be touched and caressed—it needed it.
A newfound fervor stoked him. He hungrily sucked on Wylen's bottom lip, tracing its plump curve with the tip of his tongue before darting inside.
Fingers worked in haste, removing all clothing, so nothing but hot, taut skin remained. Both men flung shirts and pants in every direction. Hungry for more to touch and feel.
Jaelan groaned, his eyelashes fluttering closed as a wet heat engulfed his hardened organ. He eagerly bucked his hips and felt the lips around his erection tighten. A tongue, hot and thick, stroked his length. He groaned again, enjoying the sensation. It circled his head a few times before flicking right beneath the tip.
"Nnngh," Jaelan moaned. Half-lidded eyes stared down at the man between his legs. "That felt good."
"This?" Wylen asked. He flicked his tongue again and watched as Jaelan threw his head back and moaned once again. His blood pulsed with desire as he observed his lover in the throes of passion. With every lick, flick, and suck, Jaelan sung beautifully.
Little by little, Wylen worked downwards. His lips pressed little wet kisses on smooth milky thighs. Then his mouth engulfed the rough flesh cocooning Jaelan's precious jewels. He sucked on the skin, making sure to flick his tongue against the balls in just the right places to make the smaller man tremble with pleasure. All the while, his eyes remained glued to Jaelan's face, watching and memorizing every quiver of the lip and shudder of the shoulders.
Giving one last good suck, Wylen removed his mouth from the sac and trailed his tongue down. His hands grabbed Jaelan's thighs and parted them further, maneuvering the man so that his ass was fully exposed to his hungry mouth. He licked his lips before descending on the small pucker and plunging his tongue into it.
Jaelan stopped himself from bucking his hips. His cock wept as the pleasure that filled him was intense. He groaned loudly, floating amongst a cloud of lust and desire.
"You like that?" Wylen paused and stared at the pucker, demanding an answer.
"Huh?"
Wylen pressed his tongue to the hole and gave a rough lick. "You like that?"
"Nngh," Jaelan moaned and gazed at the man between his legs. "Yes."
"You want me to do it again?"
Dark ebony irises, already clouded with lust and want, flashed. "Yes."
"What's the magic word?" Wylen whispered against the globes of creamy flesh.
Jaelan swallowed. "Please."
"Please, what?" Wylen could barely hold himself back. All he wanted to do was plunge into that beautiful hole.
"Please, lick my asshole."
Wylen plunged his tongue as far as he could into the small pucker. Each small thrust elicited a beautiful moan from Jaelan's lips. He licked at the ribbed muscle and then pressed the tip of his tongue at the very edge, teasingly. Then he traced the opening with it before pushing it back through the tight ring.
Jaelan couldn't do anything but fist the sheets and moan wantonly. Cum beaded and dripped from the tip of his cock, the white liquid hot and sticky. He groaned once again when he felt a finger dive into him. Wylen's tongue continued to flick at his hole.
Inhaling the incense burning in some corner of the room, Jaelan concentrated on the feeling of Wylen's finger moving in and out of him.
It felt sinfully good.
He swallowed his breath as another finger plunged into him, stretching his body for something broader and larger.
Wylen could barely contain himself. If he didn't sink himself into Jaelan's tight heat, he might just die. That was how intense his hunger and desire for his lover affected was.
His fingers trembled as he stretched the hole wider.
The muscles gradually loosened at his ministrations, and Jaelan hungrily pushed himself onto the digits. He wanted more.
Wylen smirked at the act of his horny lover. Before Jaelan could sink back down on his fingers, his tongue darted inside the pucker, flicking and licking at whatever it could reach.
"Mmmm, yeah. Fuck me," Jaelan moaned as he arched on the bed. That tongue was the devil. He was sure that if Wylen continued to move his tongue like that, he'd cum sooner rather than later. Things needed to change fast, or he wouldn't make it. "Just put it in. I think I'm good."
Wylen's head popped up from between Jaelan's legs, uncertain. "You sure?"
"I'm sure." Jaelan nodded, already close to the brink. "Fuck me."
Wylen didn't need to be told twice. He spat in his hand and gave his cock a quick rub before positioning it at Jaelan's entrance. Then with careful precision, he began to push his length into the pucker. He used every ounce of control he possessed to make sure he went slow. Even though his lover had deemed himself ready, Wylen didn't want to hurt him.
When he was entirely inside him, the young Aldor warrior bit the bottom of his lip hard to keep himself from moving, he needed to give Jaelan enough time to stretch over his length.
He needed to be patient.
"What are you waiting for?"
Wylen blinked.
"Wylen?"
"Huh?"
"You can move." Jaelan motioned, working hard at containing himself. The man needed to start thrusting, or else Jaelan would need to take the reins and the ride warrior himself, "I'm fine."
Wylen smirked and tightened his hold on Jaelan's leg. Then without wasting another precious second, he started to move his hips.
His cock hungrily thrust into the heat, pulsing and dripping.
It felt inexplicably good.
He couldn't get enough.
His hips moved like a powerful machine while his balls slapped against sweaty skin with each movement.
"Ah—fuck!" Jaelan groaned, watching Wylen's face as pleasure painted the warrior's features.
He fisted the blankets as the movements became faster and more erratic. Moaning loudly, he reached for his cock and desperately started stroking it. He wouldn't be able to last. Of this, he was sure.
Wylen hummed low in his throat as he felt the familiar ache in his groin grow. He wouldn't be able to keep it from coming, not now, not after a night like this.
His buttocks clenched, and his head rolled back as he reached the pinnacle of climax. A loud moan escaped his lips as wave after wave of pleasure-filled shocks racked his body. He barely registered the fountain of white that exploded from Jaelan's cock or the erotic cry of the smaller man as he fell forward onto his lover, completely spent.
Sticky and used up, Wylen wrapped his arms around Jaelan and kissed his chest, utterly exhausted.
"I love you," Jaelan whispered and ran a finger through his lover's sweaty hair.
Wylen grunted, "Love you too."
The music outside slowly faded as both men drifted off—both a mess but undeniably, satisfied.