Sky and Storm ( Warriors of Vis #1)(22)

The only difference between the present and their formative years were the long nights of lovemaking, the string of orgasms that merged together in a sea of pleasure Sky sometimes felt guilty for experiencing. There were wars happening, there were victims in the world, poor folk barely scraping enough to feed their families. All along, Sky reveled in a comfortable lifestyle with the best food and drink and attention from Storm.

The Dragon! Sky had the Dragon warming his bed every night, fucking him into oblivion, then holding him with such tenderness, Sky found it hard not to weep at the exquisite delirium. Storm was more beautiful every day. Their now complete relationship seemed to affect the warrior prince just as much. Storm had a glow about him. He smiled all the time. The Dragon shone so bright to Sky, he wondered how he hadn’t gone blind yet.

Of course, Storm didn’t smile when he was training with his elite guard. He was focused and deadly in his precision, but even then he seemed… revived, renewed, better, stronger, and faster than ever. There was no stopping him, no one was Storm’s match. Seeing him fight always made Sky weak in the knees. So much so, Sky couldn’t even spend half an hour watching his husband train. In no time, his cock was filled and aching, and Sky had to retreat to their bed chamber.

It would have been so easy… reach inside his trousers, stroke himself to completion. He’d done it once. But Storm had caught him. The Dragon had stood in the doorframe, watching his husband from afar, encouraging him until Sky was sated and spent. Storm had then showed Sky why his own hand would never be able to compete with how it felt if he had the presence of mind to wait for Storm to finish training.

Sky still ran to hide in the privacy of his room, but he followed a different path now. He’d strip, lie down on the bed and wait, squirming and writhing on the cool sheets. When he knew Storm wouldn’t be much longer, he’d slick himself up, greeting his husband with two fingers moving in and out of his channel.

Weeks had passed, and this display of desperate want still turned Storm into a clumsy mess of a man. The Dragon stumbled and cursed as he disposed of his clothing and sheathed himself deep in Sky’s ass. How either of them could walk was still a mystery to Sky. One he wasn’t particularly keen on solving.

“Hey, are you in there, Sky?” Cloud asked, snapping her fingers in front of Sky’s eyes.

Sky smiled at her and nodded. “Yes, I’m here. Just eating my breakfast.”

“Gods, you make me sick to my stomach. You fuck all the time. When will it end, you being so distracted I can’t even talk to you?” Cloud huffed and crossed her arms over her chest.

“I apologize, I know it bothers you.” Sky shrugged. “I don’t think I ever want it to stop.”

Cloud sighed and pulled Sky to her, kissing his cheek. “I don’t think it ever will, brother-in-law. I had my doubts about you two ever being more than a freak show of a marriage. If you made it through that, I don’t see what could ever break you.”

“Shh, don’t say that,” Sky scolded, frowning at Cloud. “Don’t challenge the gods, Cloud. They can always decide it’s time to prove you wrong.”

Cloud laughed and slapped Sky’s shoulder. “I should like to see which god decides to test the Dragon’s patience. Knowing Storm, he’d find a way into heaven to throw them out of it if they ever dared hurt you.”

Sky smiled, even if his heart still fluttered with apprehension. Storm would indeed take on the gods if they stood in his way. Yet he didn’t want to put his husband in such a situation. Sky wasn’t the most devout of believers, but he’d always taken comfort in the idea of higher beings watching over humans. Of course, the gods of Vis were not horrendous, avenging deities as other lands’ gods. They were kind and forgiving. Nurturing. Apart from the Great Knight, God of War and Conquerors. But would such a god turn against the Dragon? The one man who celebrated war by subduing new lands more than any other?

Sky was so caught in looping thoughts, the sweet kiss on his cheek startled him. He turned to Storm’s indulgent smile and answered with his own. “Good morning, husband mine. Are any of your soldiers still standing?”

Storm chuckled and shook his head. “No, they all need time to recover after this morning’s training. What are you up to?”

Cloud scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I think he’s still busy day dreaming about whatever you two were doing last night. I swear, your fucking sounds more like demolition works.”

“We definitely need a new bed,” Storm said, looking serious.

Sky huffed and kissed his husband’s lips. “What is the point? Let’s wait until you break this one to replace it.” Since their reconciliation, several pieces of furniture in their rooms had been replaced. Sky imagined it would take them a few more tries until they found something that could withstand their trysts.

“Let’s go work on that project right now,” Storm said, pulling Sky off his chair and throwing him over his shoulder.

Sky laughed, then sobered and tried to protest. He was a grown man. Being carried off to bed like that was quite embarrassing. Storm ignored him and made his way up the spiraled stairs.

When they reached the floor under theirs, Storm came to an abrupt stop.

“What’s wrong?” Sky asked as Storm put him down. He turned to the grim faces of the king and his war council.

“Mitas is under siege,” the king said.