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When Aiden proceeded to lean forward for another kiss, the witch was happy to provide. He even parted his lips and suckled on Aiden’s tongue to further intensify the action. The dragonborn’s taste was unlike anything Skylar has ever experienced, and he couldn’t help but want more. He pulled away and refrained from entertaining the idea of an hour-long makeout session. There were other matters he needed to tend to. “Correct. So full, you’ll be walking around with my cum dripping down your legs,” Skylar raunchily replied, the thought causing his cock to stir inside tight denim jeans. “I might need to conjure up a plug, just for you.” The perfect shape and proportion for Aiden’s hole. 

He ran his hand up Aiden’s torso, feeling every dip and curve of muscle before stopping at the baker’s left pec to give it a squeeze. He then pulled the dragonborn’s apron to the side before capturing Aiden’s nipple into his mouth. Skylar groaned hungrily and suckled on the erect bud to his heart’s content. Aiden’s tits were just too damn good to resist, as was the rest of his body. Skylar couldn’t wait to have his tongue grace every inch. And that’s just what he planned to do. 

Skylar pulled away with an audible pop, looking below to admire the work he’s done on the larger blonde’s nipple. The nub was perfectly pink and perky from the suction like he intended. “Okay, let’s prep your hole like I promised so it’s ready to take my cock.” The witch swiveled and shifted so he was right behind Aiden. He made a couple dry-humping motions against the Aiden’s exposed ass before getting on his knees. “Lift your leg over the counter, love,” he instructed and helped in hoisting the dragonborn’s thigh up. “There we go. Fucking beautiful,” the witch praised as Aiden’s cheeks naturally parted to reveal the tight pucker hidden in between. With his wet slippery tongue, he began to rim and lap at Aiden’s entrance.

Aiden never took his eyes away from the witch, only resting their foreheads together as he stepped a bit closer to the other man. He didn't say much more in response, only rumbling lowly as he carefully stole a quick and careful kiss from Skylar. It was almost as if the dragonblood was marking what was his, and he had no intention of giving it up.

As his breathing became more shallow, his cheeks took on a rosy-pink hue at the mention of being filled with the witch's offspring. Taking one of Skylar's hands, Aiden slid it down along his chest and abdominal muscles, before letting it rest on his stomach. "Getting it nice and round full with your seed then?" he murmured softly. The baker purred lowly as he felt the other man's face pressing up against his hefty chest. It was such a satisfying feeling, knowing that it was a comfortable head rest space.

The dragonborn shivered as he felt the firm grope and squeeze on his ass, followed by a finger pushing past his cheeks to tease his tight, puckered hole. Aiden whimpered softly, his head dropping to rest on top of the witch's shoulder. "Y-Yes please... I want that..." Aiden whined lowly, his body already reacting to the witch's touches and teasing words. "I want all of that..."

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His smirk remained even with the witty retort from the merman. Skylar didn’t let a little taunt phase him, especially with his intent to stand firm against these damn alphas. Even as an omega, he refused to be subjugated in any matter whatsoever. “A little poison never hurt anyone. Besides, my age doesn’t dictate my capabilities. With alcohol, or otherwise,” he remarked and downed his shot of vodka. As a powerful practitioner of the mystic arts and esteemed conjurer, Skylar wasn’t afraid to dabble with a bit of danger. He knew the risks of such magics and wasn’t deterred from continuing to do so. 

Pale green eyes remained focused on the handsome face in front of him, although his gaze did shift every so often to a far more delectable visage. Skylar fought the urge to stare too damn hard lest his desires take full control. The witch cleared his throat, refusing to be like an animal in heat whose sole purpose was pleasure. If only Hector’s pits didn’t look so deliciously good. And the smell… Skylar had to turn his head away briefly in an attempt to resist the musky aroma. Fuck, the strong fragrance of masculinity made his mouth water. “So, um — how was work? Tough day?” Conversation should prove to be a decent distraction, at least for the time being.

The Fire Captain, once again, actually minding his business at the Pantheon in the evening, sampling this variety of terrestrial drinks you just couldn't get under the sea, or in the past, for that matter. And yet, a man's peace simply isn't sacred enough to all the twunks in this little town. If I had a dime [...] type of story.

The General's perceptive eyes track the figure approaching him, past the raised glass obscuring mouth and nose. He can tell the summoner has mischief on his lips before they even parted. Sigh as the witch teases, setting down the glass stein. Deep breath, arms raise above & behind his head, resting his head against it, leaning back on the booth. The slightest edge of the Captain's caramel hairs peeking out the short sleeves of tight fitting shirt. Serene dark ocean's gaze on the witch, riding the same wave, a chuckle that makes shoulders jump twice. "Your balls dropped yet, son? I do hope you're old enough to be here. It's dangerous to be drinking this young." He's smirking out the left corner of his lip by the way. if you're even looking him in the eye, and not staring at his pits.

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Location: Pantheon Bar Closed Starter For: @atlantianfell

After finishing a long day at work, all Skylar wanted to do was relax and grab a drink or two at the bar. He was absolutely exhausted, having had the misfortune of accepting an odd job from a new employer on another part of town. Whilst most alphas tend to offer him administrative tasks where he could sit still and look pretty. However, that certainly wasn’t the case this time around. Nevertheless, he needed the money — and the pay was nice. With his pockets full of cash, the next month’s rent was taken care of and he didn’t need to worry about bills for a while. Now, he could focus on more important matters. Such as establishing a stronger link to the celestial realm and summoning his next angel. 

Upon downing his first drink, he noticed a familiar face sitting on a nearby booth. He recognized the other blonde as Hector, the merman who fought alongside him against the cultists in the theatre. They made a pretty good team together, Skylar wasn’t afraid to admit that. Getting up from his seat, he then approached with a coy smile. “Fix your aim yet, sweetheart?” he asked, grinning cheekily. Skylar always enjoyed taunting alphas. Something about shooting their inflated egos down was incredibly gratifying. “I do hope it’s improved by the next fight at the very least.” 

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His compulsive consumption of sweets probably wasn’t the healthiest of habits to have. But with an amazing baker like Aiden, refraining from devouring everything in sight proved to be an incredibly difficult challenge. “What can I say? I’ve quite the silver tongue. You know that better than anyone,” he mused, lust lacing each of his words. Skylar sighed and gave a defeated nod. “Don’t worry your pretty little head. I still eat my fruits and veggies when time permits.” Intending to be in the same physique as Aiden in the near future, he made sure to balance his lifestyle choices out. “Not to mention, I find the cook to be a lot tastier than his dishes. Feasting on your goods as often as I possibly can, should help provide me with much needed nutrition. I also burn a lot of calories when around you,” he added with a flirtatious wink.

With Aiden’s complete attention his at the moment, the witch beamed excitedly. He’s been patient this whole time, waiting until the baker was finished trying to improve an already perfect recipe. Looks like his resolve finally paid off. No better words have ever been spoken before. Like music to his ears, he listened and watched as Aiden’s lust intensified. “Then I am here to grant your wish. You will be filled with my witchlings by the end of the night.” He leaned forward, face pressed in Aiden’s brawny chest. His hands grabbed onto the dragonborn’s plump ass cheeks and gave both mounds a firm squeeze. “But first, I should tongue fuck you nice and deep to get you ready. What do you think, love?” Skylar’s finger wiggled through the crevice to then encircle the larger blonde’s puckered entrance. 

Rumbling lowly as he listened to all the compliments from Skylar, Aiden couldn't help but smile at the sweet words. "Such a sweet talker. Still, that much sweets would be very unhealthy for you. Even if you like it that much, you have to have a balanced diet." The large blonde didn't take his eyes away from the witch in front of him, his thoughts about the brownie batter slowly fading away. It was hard not to give Syklar his undivided attention when the witch sat in

The dragonblood let out a low groan at the heavy kiss, only whining as he felt the witch pull away. He left some space for the other man to hop down from the counter, but Aiden didn't bother moving his large frame to let Skylar slip away. "Now you have my undivided attention..." he murmured softly. "And what if I want you to fuck me before the end of the night? Would I still have your attention and full support then?"

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The way Aiden doubted his honesty brought forth a small laugh from the witch. Skylar wasn’t much for lies just to flatter people. He was truthful and sometimes brutally so. “I suppose you’re right, in a sense. I’m biased because I like you a lot, so my opinion towards your baked goods is rather subjective,” Skylar admitted with a nonchalant shrug. Still, he hadn’t met anyone who could rival the dragonborn’s exceptional skills. He also hasn’t eaten a pastry more delicious than the ones Aiden produced out of the oven like magic. “Which means if your new recipe is unpopular with the masses, you always have me to eat it up,” he assured Aiden with a playful wink.

Speaking of eating something up, Skylar has been visually devouring the beautiful creature in front of him since he first entered the dragonborn’s home. It was a wonder how Skylar managed to control himself for this long. “I won’t say no if you send me home with a batch of fresh cookies,” he teased, although fully aware the conversation has taken a sultrier turn. “My sweet tooth doesn’t dictate my actions, just so you know.” The witch then seized the opportunity to lean forward and capture Aiden’s lips in a deep kiss. He even made sure to suckle on the baker’s tongue for a brief moment before pulling back. “If you must, go and finish your recipe. You have my undivided attention and full support.” Skylar flashed the larger blond a loving smile and hopped off the counter. “I also promise not to get mad if I don’t get to fuck you before the end of the night.”

Aiden's eyes followed after the witch, watching him levitate and sit on top of his counter. The dragonblood followed after him, setting his bowl of test brownie batter aside as his hands slid along Skylar's thighs. "Are you sure your opinion is objective though? How do I know you're telling me the truth, not what I want to hear?" the baker said with a smile on his lips and a raised brow, gently squeezing the witch's inner thighs with just his index fingers and his thumbs.

"Is that so? What would my needy guest like then? More chocolate chip cookies?" Aiden murmured lowly, rumbling as he felt the hand patting against his cheek carefully. "The bowl to lick?" He leaned in a bit closer, blue eyes fixated on the other man's, unwavering as he stared Skylar down. "Or some other dessert? Something tells me you weren't here to just taste test my new brownie recipe."

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It was both endearing and refreshing to see Aiden so enraptured by his craft. The baker, with his extensive knowledge of different ingredients – might even rival that of the best potion masters in town. “I’ll hazard a guess you’re adding cinnamon or perhaps nutmeg, thinking the recipe would magically become better,” the witch remarked with a soft sigh, knowing how Aiden often got caught up in using precise measurements and the results they yielded. “Don’t you know not to try and fix what isn’t broken?” He added and levitated over to sit on the counter, unfazed by the flour sure to stain his denim jeans. “Your brownies are perfect the way you’ve always made them.” In his most honest opinion, there wasn’t a need for improvement. 

He chuckled bashfully, found guilty of suggesting a break for an entirely different reason. “You were so engrossed in your recipe; you completely forgot about your needy guest,” the witch retorted, feigning offense when in reality — he simply was bored. “Besides, I finished all the chocolate chip cookies.” Skylar gestured to the empty plate left on the table. “As the town baker, you’re supposed to quench my insatiable hunger for sweets. You didn’t even let me lick the bowl.” He patted the larger blond’s cheek softly. “But between you and me, I think the chef is a lot tastier than his treats.” And boy did Aiden look absolutely exquisite in nothing but an apron.

It wasn't often that Aiden felt driven to perfect his recipes, but the dragonblood did feel a certain pressure to come up with something new and fresh for the bakery. He didn't mind testing out new recipes, blocking out a whole day on the weekend to just try baking various things. But for whatever reason, Aiden felt a bit more flustered this time around. While he had put out various batches of tasty brownies, nothing satisfied him in the way that he was willing to put it up for sale in the shop. Lost in his thought, the half-dressed dragonborn only glanced up at the mention of newt and toad in his baked goods.

"Don't you dare," he growled, although he knew Skylar wouldn't do anything to sabotage his process. The baker wiped his batter-covered hands against his apron as he felt the other man coming up and hugging him from behind. "A break, hm? Are you sure you're just bored from me not giving you enough attention?" Aiden teased, his own hands coming up to rest on top of the witch's. "I just don't want to put up anything that doesn't satisfy people though. When they eat it, they should want more with each bite." He hummed softly, glancing over his shoulder to peer at his friend. "Are you tired of taste-testing today?"

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Normally, Skylar tended to avoid large bodies of water. So when his best friend invited him to hangout at the lake, he was almost ready to decline the offer immediately. However, he knew that’s where the wereshark felt most at peace and decided to go anyway. The two walked along the shore together, and Skylar had to admit the view was spectacular this time of year. “Couldn’t you ask to spend time here during the summer? You know, when I can actually put on a skimpy swimsuit and not freeze my nipples off?” The witch mused and shivered in his thick parka. He wasn’t much for the cold, and the current winter season didn’t help his case. 

“I’m surprised you had a day off to just chill with me. I feel like you’ve been so busy recently,” he casually brought up while they walked. Construction wasn’t a profession that offered a decent work-life balance. Skylar was pleased he got to spend time with the wereshark when the chance presented itself. “How’s Tyler doing?”

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Cheek on the palm of his hand, Skylar stared idly at the clock on the wall as countless seconds passed by the hour. He was at Aiden’s beck and call whenever the baker needed a taster for new pastries. The dragonborn had a way of catering to Skylar’s sweet tooth with every sugary delicacy he concocts. However, Aiden has been trying to perfect a brownie recipe for far too long now and his witch companion was growing impatient. “I have some eye of newt and toad skins if you want to add those in your batter,” he mused, unable to suppress a snicker from leaving his lips. Despite having a knack for potion making, Skylar was no pastry chef. His suggestions for using magical ingredients served more comedic purposes than actual culinary advice. 

The smaller blond fiddled with a peculiar gold coin in between his fingers, realizing not even angels would cure him of boredom. “Maybe you should take a break, love,” he spoke, expressing mild concern as a fourth bag of flour was discarded onto an already large pile of empty sacks on the counter. “I’m sure you’ll have your break through in the morning,” Skylar assured him and rose up from his seat. He proceeded to give the dragonborn a loving embrace from behind. “You’re the best damn baker this town has ever known. You don’t need to try so hard.” If nothing, Skylar wanted to be a supportive friend. He needed to make sure Aiden wasn’t stressed out in his attempts at achieving perfection.

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Lukaz expected the revelation to stun Graham a bit. He’d have been foolish to not mentally prepare for such a reaction. But he wouldn’t have mentioned his theory if he did not sincerely believe it. Lukaz had a reputation in Eddis; people saw him as a trustworthy, if perhaps slightly eccentric, warden who would not violate anybody’s trust. He probably would not have even aired this out to Graham if he’d also been a native Eddisian. 

He sighs, struggling to explain himself. “I do not believe you are lying about your identity, no,” the warden clarifies. “Reincarnation is not as simple as a soul being born into a new body… oftentimes, as the theory goes, the soul is linked to a similarly-minded one when it’s born. The successor’s life is their own, but— entwined with the predecessor. Perhaps it’s my inherent mastery of the arcane, or whatever else allows me to recognize Lenor in yourself, but…”

Another mild stammering.

“I truly believe Lenor is within you, Graham. All of his best attributes, you share with him, saying nothing of your own likeness resembling his so much… you’ve got to believe me. Theres— I know of a ritual that will allow you to perceive my intense emotion for Lenor. One that will possibly unlock Lenor’s memories that are latent within you—”

The most he spoke, the more he realized how crazy he sounded.

He gestures wildly, as though to wipe the slate clean. “Forget it. This was clearly an immense mistake, bringing you here to discuss this. I understand if you’re so repulsed by me now that you wish to sever all communication between us—”

surely graham’s reaction wasn’t some irrational exaggeration. how could he possibly not take offense and question what was said to him? he spent enough time in aladonia to know that the general populace didn’t believe in such strange spiritual concepts. what he couldn’t understand was lukaz’s certainty in the theory. the mage always appeared so level-headed and logical. by no means someone engrossed in proving a mere speculation to be true. “so... the spirit of your deceased lover is inhabiting my body?” he asked, this time around with little to no judgement in his tone but pure curiosity. 

he could feel the hurt and sorrow in lukaz’s voice. the gentleman in waiting didn’t intend to cause him pain. everything was just proving too much for graham to understand. “wait — “ graham spoke after a long period of silence whilst he listened to the older man further explain himself. a heavy exhale followed, escaping graham’s nose as he reached to take hold of lukaz’s hand. he then entwined their fingers, his green eyes locked onto the senior warden’s gaze. “i like you a lot, lukaz,” he confessed. “and i was starting to believe you felt the same way about me. i simply couldn’t accept how enamored you still are for someone from your distant past.”

there was a look of contemplation on graham’s facial expression before he decided to continue. eventually, a small smile broke loose as he then proceeded to rise up from his chair and sit on lukaz’s lap — straddling him. “i’m still not sure i believe your theory entirely. but what i can promise is to love you. similarly, and perhaps more than lenor ever could.” he leaned forward, making a motion with his head that caused their lips to brush against each other for a split second. “give me a chance. i’ll even give you my consent to performing this ritual you spoke of.” 

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“Well, I am certainly curious about your origins nonetheless. I’ve never ventured outside Aladonia,” Lukaz explains, “but that’s not entirely down to a lack of curiosity or choice. Eddis is beautiful, and I’ve lived here all of my life thus far, but my kingdom needs me here. Especially now that I am the senior warden. Alistair is green to it; he needs guidance. 

“Oh, I’m not—” Lukaz says quickly, almost defensively.  Lenor certainly had a flirty nature to him that he recognized in Graham, but he wasn’t quite ready to indulge himself with the lad’s coquettish advances. He had a feeling there was a mutual attraction between them, but as a man three-fourths of the way to a hundred, he knew better than to let himself be swayed by hot young things like Graham. Even if he were so convinced that it was, in fact, his lost love brought back to life through another.

Speaking of which, time to breach that topic now…

“It’s less a matter of the arcane,” Lukaz begins, “and more of a spiritual concept. I am not an especially religious man beyond my intrinsic leaning to Fityx. Reincarnation is the theory that lives can be reborn into new bodies… most mages in Aladonia don’t outright believe in such a thing. I don’t particularly believe in it… or at least, I didn’t until recently.”

A deep breath.

“Graham, I wanted to speak with you about it because, well… I suspect you are the reincarnation of my lost love, Lenor.”

… what was so weird about that?

there were things about his homeland and life before aladonia graham wasn’t too particularly keen on sharing. even though he trusted lukaz, it was better the mage didn’t know. “i wish i could tell you more. but like i said, most of my years prior to migrating to this country is a blur.” he took a long sip of his tea, listening to lukaz’s own time in eddis and the responsibilities as a senior warden. “i’m sure the country appreciates all your hard work. and your pretty face as well.”

perhaps that was where they differed. graham hadn’t a single clue about the arcane, but he was a man of faith. the young blond prayed to a foreign goddess. in secret of course, as he feared worshiping a deity outside the main pantheon in aladonia would cause people to label him as a heretic. even with lukaz, he wasn’t ready to share such personal information just yet. but despite all his religious ideologies, he was unable to piece together exactly what lukaz tried to explain to him regarding reincarnation. souls moved on after death. at least, graham believed such.  

nevertheless, graham allowed the mage to continue speaking. he simply sat there, trying to take everything in. so all this time... lukaz has been mistaking him for somebody else?

graham opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. he needed a moment to think of a proper response. instead, all he managed to utter were a few questions. “do you really expect me to believe i’m not who i am?” he asked, scoffing. as quickly as his hand was placed on lukaz’s leg, the gentleman in waiting quickly withdrew. “in conclusion, you only took a liking to me solely because of this baseless theory?”

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It wasn’t just that Graham looked so much like Lenor that led him to his wild (if objectively baseless) theory. The way he carried himself, so confidently gorgeous and full of life, instantly reminded the warden of his lost love every time he caught a glimpse at him. It was almost as though some higher power had taken pity on him; offered him a second chance with his beloved. He just needed to convince Graham of this.

“You mentioned that before, your life before arriving in Aladonia,” Lukas muses. That was another aspect of the whole deal that led his mind to wander. If he wasn’t from Aladonia, where was he from? Heaven, perhaps? “All I have ever known is life in Eddis… I rarely leave the kingdom. The people need me here. It just so happens that I met you on the rare occasion I find myself in Dele, or anywhere else outside of these borders… almost as though it was destined to happen, us meeting…”

Lukaz blushes at the mild innuendo. Another aspect that reminded him of Lenor: the easy, boyish charm he displayed, enhanced tenfold when he made an effort to flirt. It filled the mage with a whimsical arousal he hadn’t felt in years. “No need for such formality with me, boy,” he chuckles, his choice of diminutive essentially proving Graham correct to refer to him as ser.

“No, I am not conducting experiments on you—” Lukax responds, so quick that it almost seemed defensive. “But I did want to bring you here to discuss something. A topic I’ve been thinking about a lot. What do you know about reincarnation, Graham…?”

most who knew graham was aware of his status as a foreigner. although not originally from aladonia, he certainly considered it his home. “i hail from a place across the sea. i wish i could tell you more, but unfortunately i don’t remember much,” he admitted with a slight frown. that chapter of his life has long been forgotten, and graham didn’t feel a particular need to flip back through so many pages. additionally, he wasn’t confident in his abilities to recall any significant memories before immigrating here. 

“eddis is a beautiful kingdom. i can see why you wouldn’t want to leave,” graham remarked with a smile. from first impressions alone, he was amazed by the breathtaking landscapes and enormous capital. the gorgeous jewelry and gemstones added to the appeal as well. graham always had a penchant for shinny things. another chuckle escaped graham’s lips in response to the mage’s next words. “i can’t say i’ve ever met anyone who’s used destiny to flirt with me. consider me flattered,” the young blond replied and took a second sip of his tea.

a smirk tugged on the corners of graham’s mouth. “oh? seems to me like you enjoy being called ser, or rather — sir.” he retorted and shrugged his shoulders. “the term suits you. far more than any of the other noblemen i’ve met,” the gentleman in waiting added, shortly after raising a brow at lukaz’s following question. “i’m afraid the logic and science behind magic eludes me. i’m not blessed with an affinity for the mystic arts.” he then leaned forward and placed a gentle hand on lukaz’s knee. “but i’m open to hearing you out. what exactly is reincarnation? and why talk about it with me?”

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