Episode 9

Warning!

Gets a LITTLE steamy andvulgar words will be used (as always)

Both boys were now in their underwear, a thin last piece of clothing was the only thing that's stopping them from going further. Their bulges not shying away.

They continued to kiss each other vigorously, not letting one drop of saliva be wasted.

Despite the growing knocks on their door, both of the boys paid it no mind and let their hands travel all over each other bodies. Their prohibition was long gone.

Rivaleon's hands explored Arkyn's toned and arched back, finding his sweet spot. Arkyn, however, remained his hand on Rivaleon's toned chest, playing with the incubus' erect nipples.

Both of their hands didn't dare go any lower, even though both of their hard and raging dicks were now leaking pre-cum and touching one another.

Both of them were now halfway connected to the bond. During the last couple of days, Rivaleon and Arkyn have slept together while cuddling and even kissed!

Although now comes the hard part—they have to get used to each other. Which also meant seeing one another bare as the day they were born.

As the kiss grew more passionate, the more they became intimate.

Arkyn sat up and placed his hand on either side of Rivaleon's underwear waistband.

"Woah Woah, are you sure?" Rivaleon asked, gripping Arkyn's wrist.

Arkyn looked up, all flustered and disheveled. His blonde locks were all over the place and his face was heating up. His eyes were dilated, meaning he was under the influence of Pheromones. The question was whose?

Rivaleon ignored it and inspected Arkyn's features to gather more evidence that he's hammered.

Fortunately, the Incubus has more self-control and can filter Pheromones. So, when Arkyn started showing symptoms that an absurd amount of pheromones were entering his body, Rivaleon injected the tip of his tail on Arkyn's wrist; releasing enough toxin to only make the human doze off. It was not a pretty sight.

Then, the door burst open. Its hinges coming off.

Ishtar walked in while crouching, alarmed, and armed as her 6-inch heels quickly resonated around the room. She pointed her gun loaded with tranquilizers at Rivaleon who suddenly held his arms up.

"I'm sober!" Rivaleon yelled, he knew those darts contained enough toxin to knock him out for a few days.

Ishtar narrowed her eyes. "Why the hell did we smell a year's worth of pheromones? You two should be careful!" Ishtar chastised the younger incubus, her German accent resurfacing.

"Now look at the sea! Sharks are fighting to mate with our boat." Ishtar continued. Ranting about how the sharks are biting the sides of the yacht because sharks have rough kinks.

"Do you know what would've happened if you two mated without completing the process!?" Ishtar screeched, putting the banshees in shame.

Once she was finished and calm, Ishtar looked at Rivaleon's state. "Fix yourself and Arkyn. Olga will meet us in a moment." With that, Ishtar left—her silky lavender locks flowing flawlessly.

Once Ishtar was on the deck, she grabbed herself some cold beverage. The chilly weather not bothering her.

A feminine chuckle appeared behind her.

Ishtar searched for the sound and grinned, noticing who it was.

"Olga." Ishtar gave the older woman a tight nod.

Olga appeared smaller than Ishtar. Her short hair was auburn, curling at the bottom. A thick glass was sitting right above her nose bridge and she wore a thick trenchcoat.

"How's Leon?" Olga asked, popping a cigarette right in her mouth and smoking.

"Still being an idiot," Ishtar muttered, taking a sip from her drink.

"I heard the young Incubus found his mate," Olga said. "So, why are we coming to the annual gathering despite what happened last year?" Olga asked, her face hardening and her German accent coming through.

"We have to. The last thing we want is another war." Ishtar said.

"Just say the word and we'll take care of it," Olga said, tinkering with the crest that decorated the top right of her trenchcoat. The crest of the BND.

"So, How are the countries?" Ishtar asked, diverting the topic.

Olga's face filled with worry. "The KGB is planning something. It doesn't help that the Mossad was spotted in Germany too." Olga said, taking another inhalation of the cigarette. "Other than that, the other countries are staying in line. We just don't know for how long."

"What do you suggest we do?" Ishtar asked, at times like these. Olga was the only one who had the guts to take the initiative.

Ishtar has always had a heavy conscience and Yurriehl is not merciless enough.

"We go back to hell, let Europe eat itself." Olga snorted.

Ishtar only gave Olga a one-sided glance.

"I'm sure Lilith is dying to see you again and that human mate of your son," Olga said.

Before leaving, Olga gave Ishtar a remote.

"Press this if things go wrong. You have 5 minutes to get out of the island. Fly if you have to." With that, Olga walked away.

Suddenly, toned biceps wrapped around Ishtar's slender waist.

Ishtar felt a stubble prick her exposed nape as Yurriehl traced his face along Ishtar's neck. And she discreetly shivered in delight while the incubus savored her scent.

"What's wrong?" Yurriehl asked, giving Ishtar a worried look.

"Why did we even took ahold of Europe? We could be chilling in hell right now, not worrying about a bunch of wolves trying to play heroes and performing a coup against us." Ishtar muttered angrily.

Yurriehl only sighed. "You know why." He said, kissing Ishtar's cheek. "At least Rivaleon found his mate."

Ishtar only sighed, looking up to the dark skies. Hoping.

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