RUIN

Yaris eats a shit ton of food before we retire in our yurt and head to bed. All that running must have exhausted him and I don't mean just the little jog he went on. I mean for… all of it. Gods. All of it. I can't believe he survived this long at all—and it has been long. So fucking long.

As he and Lainodola spoke, more and more questions rose in my mind. How did he survive 700 hundred years cut off from his people? How has he evaded the most powerful being this world has ever seen? Well… most powerful besides a dragon, but King Bacchus is formidable by himself.

How does Yaris have any motivation left after all these years?

I haven't really given his age much thought, but as they sat and spoke, it became more and more obvious to me that he has done so fucking much and I'm just… just a squishy human. How could a creature old enough to be my great-great-great grandfather have any interest in me?

I know, I know I shouldn't be stuck on that, but when he mentioned he was over 900, it didn't really click. But now that I understand he has lived countless human lives over and over again, I suddenly feel… very vapid. Small. Inconsequential. He must view us the same way we humans look at our pets—fun to have around, but you know you'll end up burying them.

What an awful way to live. No wonder he sticks to the elves. I've buried plenty of people. I don't think I could do it for 900 years.

The idea is… off-putting and I have so many questions, but I don't know how to ask them .

So, I've just been in bed, staring at the ceiling as he sleeps curled around me. It makes me wonder about my attraction to him—my intense, borderline insane, attraction to him and with each new thing I learn about him, it grows. Fuck, I want to jump his bones, but he's so old that it must be a Daddy kink at this point. No… that's not right. It would be a great-great-great-great- great grandpa kink and how fucked up is that?

I groan and rub my face. Am I so fucked up from my… sexual history that I can't like someone normal?

Is Yaris normal?

No. He's not. I know that. And not even in the bad sense. He is exceptional. To be the prince of a conquering kingdom and turn his back on his people and his cruel, sadistic father is a feat not many can accomplish. But he has and now he's here with me, wanting to help.

Why does that set my cock ablaze?

"Ruin?"

Yaris' voice jolts me, and I sit up quickly, looking at him in the soft firelight, eyes wide. He's awake, like me, his brow furrowed in worry. His blue eyes are crystal clear and so beautiful, but… I long for his pink orbs and his curly hair. It's so… him and this mask isn't.

"Y-yes?" I croak, bringing the blanket close.

He worries his lip, close enough for kissing but somehow far enough that I know it's not welcome at the moment.

"You… have not really said anything to me since…" he swallows. "Are you… upset?"

"No," I say immediately. "I am… in awe of your strength and just having a crisis."

"A… crisis?" He is adorably baffled and I know this is going to sound ridiculous but I have to say it anyway.

"Yes. I'm wondering if I have a Grandpa kink," I say seriously, and his furrow deepens.

"A what? "

"You know… when you want to fuck someone who could be your grandpa…" I say, as if it's obvious.

"… is this an age thing?" He guesses, biting his lip again and that's unfair. I want to be the one biting it. "Because I would not be your grandpa, Ruin, I would be your… very distant ancestor."

He says it like technicality matters when the only technicality that does matter is the one where we end up kissing again. I know I said we should wait, but we already did stuff in the woods and I'm on fire for this man, for this Fae, this savior, this very human creature.

I laugh and something unfurls in my chest. I can breathe again.

"That's not really the point," I say and smile at him. He smiles tentatively back and saying he's "beautiful" or "stunning" can't encompass how he looks right now. "I'm… not sure what the point is. I'm just processing."

Yaris nods, sobering, and shifts his hips. I bite back a groan.

"Well, age does not matter to my people. Why would it when you are as old as dirt? Time is different for us." He smiles slyly. "I am young for a Fae. A young prince. A young rebel. A young scholar. A young male. Barring a horrible accident, I will live for many centuries to come."

I nod slowly and say nothing as I reflect on this. Before I can properly respond, he's looking at the ground.

"Are you… upset I did not tell you, my heritage? About my… family? I… it is so risky for anyone to know, I…" He says quietly, obviously stuck on this point and deeply ashamed.

I take his face in my hands, so he doesn't misunderstand me.

"Your strength is a beacon," I say quietly. "You have balls of brass—no, not even that, balls of diamond—and I can't imagine rebelling like you have. I have nothing but admiration for you, Yaris Sunbeam, and nothing but respect. You play things close to the chest to protect yourself and I understand that completely. I do it too. You have nothing to be ashamed of. It's okay. I'm not mad. I'm just processing."

We're so close to each other that we could melt into each other easily. His eyes flick to my lips and that's all it takes. I kiss him with abandon, with passion, with need and he responds in kind. He grips me hard, and I hope he leaves bruises across my skin like the ones on my heart. We push and pull at each other, and everything is a blur as he strips me bare and eases me back. I yank off his clothes, hands wandering as I touch every hard inch of him.

"Wait," I gasp, and he retreats immediately, panting.

"What?" He gasps.

"I… want to see you," I groan, my cock leaking across my pale stomach. He looks confused.

"What?" He blinks at me, and I bite my lip.

"I… want to see the real you again. It's so hot."

He stares for a moment and then laughs as his glamour drops.

"You continue to surprise me," he rumbles, and I gaze at his bronze skin, rippling muscles, black horns, auburn curls, and pink eyes. Every part of him is sharp and strong and alluring and it takes a lot of effort not to burst as his hands touch me. And…

"Fuck, your cock," I groan as I finally see it. "Oh. Shit. Shit, Yaris. Shit."

He looks down at the monster between his legs and frowns.

"I can make it human if you want."

I look at the ridges and imagine what they'll feel like inside me. I'm pretty certain he's bigger than he was when we first made love.

I want it deep inside me,

"Don't you fucking dare," I gasp and pull him close, losing myself in him.

The prep is torturously long, but he refuses to hurt me and when he finally slides in, some part of me becomes whole, like we were always meant to be this way, becoming one together like a song that swells with the right rhythm and harmony. Thank the gods for the privacy bubble because I can't stop moaning and struggling and I come at least three times, my cock utterly spent before Yaris fills me with his sticky adoration. His expression is one of elation and tenderness and I've never felt so at peace. As he pulls out and spoons me, I shiver.

"Fuck," I gasp. I've got it bad. "We're doing that again."

"Whatever you want, dearest," he whispers and kisses my neck.

My heart sings. This, right here, is perfect, and so is he.