Chapter Twelve

Dakata

Nervous, it was a new concept as he knocked on the base of the tree, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his blissful one. The tree shook and Dakata turned back to Kishi and Merihem, two thoughts registering at once. They were naked, Kishi remained aroused and both of them were thoroughly amused by this situation.

“Fuck off,” he growled irritably.

“Erm… this is my tree,” said the purest voice, sending shivers down Dakata’s spine, hitting parts that perked up.

He slowly turned around to the tree as his friends disappeared in the blink of an eye, making it look like he was talking to Silas. His demon became pissed.

When he finally faced Silas, his attention wasn’t on Dakata’s face, giving them time to look at the delightful dryad.

Long, shapely legs were bare as he made his way down the tree. The thin shift the dryad wore that touched the top of his thighs was practically see-through. Each contour of the body beneath was visible, and whatever thoughts Dakata had about handling this situation fled as his two sides came to the same accord—they wanted to taste the tree nymph. “Ours,” he said gruffly. “You belong to us.”

Dakata, not understanding his reasoning, reached out, past Silas and caressed the trunk of the mighty oak. Silas released a low moan that sent delightful shivers through Dakata, his eyes hooded as he ran his hand down the bark, acquainting himself with the life force of his blissful one. It was there, alive in the tree. A living force that matched the dryad, who flushed with each touch.

Chest shuddering, Silas’s hands fluttered at his sides. “What’s happening,” he whispered, his body as aroused as Dakata’s.

He made for a heady sight as he leaned back against his tree, trembling and flushed. The front of the shift tenting with the next round of touching. The resulting groan and parted lips were all the invitation his demon needed. “You are our blissful one,” he answered softly, not breaking the spell they were weaving together.

Dakata moved and bent at the knee, then found he was still too tall to kiss the plump, delicious looking lips. On his knees, he grinned in approval as it put them at the right height.

He kept one hand on the tree as the wood beneath flexed and moved—approvingly. His demon, gentler than Dakata would have ever suspected him capable of, came forward and nibbled on the lower lip that intrigued him to taste. Earthy and sweet, breath touched his skin in small puffs as they held eye contact.

“Beautiful,” he crooned, shocking the human side of Dakata. Yet, they both believed it. The man glowed in the moonlight that bathed man and tree. They were one soul.

Silas’s gaze held unconcealed desire, yet he remained still when Dakata teased the plump flesh with his tongue tracing the contour of his mouth. Learning the shape, feeling the tiny ripples of want that ran through the dryad who quivered. Delicately, he bit and licked at the coppery essence that welled out of the tiny nick. The two sides of him had equal awareness when the blood hit his tastebuds and set his body alight.

Blissful.

His body sang with the delightfulness that the beautiful dryad moaning against his tree created inside his soul. The merest taste and Dakata became forever changed…

Their groan was mutual, as if they both recognized this to be true. Rustling leaves danced in the moonlight, and Dakata felt the approval through the bark of the tree he continued to stroke.

Working on pure instinct, something he’d only ever done with work, his other hand slid up the silky soft skin of a bare leg. He caressed from his ankle to the back of his knee, continuing to hold the stare of his blissful one.

“What are you doing to me?”

The soft lyrical voice was no more than a whisper on the scented night air. His legs parted, and Dakata groaned in approval.

“Giving you my soul,” Dakata answered their truth, coming closer to once more nibble on the mouth that tempted him to ravish.

“Ohhh… we… yes,” Silas murmured against Dakata’s mouth. Heavy-lidded eyes held need and acceptance, so when Silas reached up and took hold of Dakata’s horns, lips parting and his tongue tentatively touching his, his demon side lost control.

To touch a demon’s horns was a sacred act. Demons never invited it because it gave over their power for the other to wield. Something dangerous when it came with unadulterated desire.

The kiss turned wild and wet. Silas moaned anew, his body quivering, shivering uncontrollably as his hands slid along the contours of the horns, touching the silver tips.

Dakata’s cock hit the tree, and his skin became alive with energy, and he felt it pulsing inside him. The gnarls and knobs of the wood titillated the head of his cock, warm fingers teased his horns, and wet lips claimed his in hungry kisses. Wild with abandon, Silas rolled his hips, the shift preventing his shaft from touching Dakata. He wanted skin, all of it.

Silas's moans sent his desire spiraling, and he stopped fondling Silas’s leg—not considering letting go of the tree—to tear off the offending item stopping him from getting at all the honeyed skin. It was theirs. Dakata wanted everything all at once.

He growled in satisfaction, taking in the long sinuous lines of the body bathed in the silvery light of the moon. Ethereal.

How he looked struck at the animalist demon, and he gentled his next touch, stroking his large hand down the soft flesh, watching the dryad to see his reactions. Noting what made him moan, pant and quiver, or push into the touches.

The urgency remained, but their blissful one captured a part of Dakata that wanted to make this special.

Silas’s fingers moved, clenched, and released following each stroke Dakata gave.

Dakata inched ever closer, his cock pressing harder against the rough wood. It caressed him too, the knobs on the bark stimulating his hard length, rubbing his pre-cum up the ridges of his shaft. He gasped with each unfamiliar sensation.

He’d encountered nothing so erotic, it tortured his balls as Silas’s lips curled up into a knowing smile. “My tree is…” he kissed the corner of his mouth, teasing him with the tip of his tongue. “Is welcoming you.”

“Fuck,” he gasped, his fingers curling around Silas’s silky hard shaft, claiming his mouth in a hot, heady kiss.

Two equal partners, lost in their need. The desire. It pulsed in the air, making the branches and leaves dance in the moonlight. His demon felt almost human in the moment. “You make me feel…”

His gasped words got lost in the kiss that held him captive. Held him in Silas’s thrall, losing his senses.

“I am changed,” Silas whispered against his mouth, the words pinging through him, setting off an avalanche of hot neediness that came at the same time the tree branches wrapped around his shaft and tugged, sending him into bliss.

Hot, thick ribbons of cum coated the oak, its branches creaked as Silas spilled his seed into Dakata’s hand. The warm wetness dripped down onto Dakata’s cock, the two seeds mixing.

The tree shuddered beneath Dakata’s hand, the roots under the earth where his knees pressed against shook violently. Silas shuddered and moaned as if in pain, then his fingers caught on the silver tips of Dakata’s horns. The tips pierced his skin when Dakata reared back, blood trickled down his horns. He roared as the blood melded to the silver, and they became recoded.

They were one.

They became forever changed.