Elder Zoran sat quietly by the fire, his aged hands wrapped around a carved wooden cane, the flames casting a warm glow on his weathered face.
"Greetings, Duke of the North," Zoran said in a voice both gentle and firm. His eyes then
shifted to Luren, narrowing slightly with a knowing glint. "You are blessed by the Moon God, Lunaris." A faint smile curved his lips, filled with mystery and reverence.
Luren blinked in confusion, unsure what the elder meant. He glanced at Craige, then
back at the old man, his heart fluttering with unease.
Zoran's gaze moved to Velzra, softening. "Velzra... I'm glad you've come back," he
said, his voice carrying a quiet warmth. His eyes then flickered to Venn, standing protectively beside Velzra, and gave a slow nod of understanding.
Craige stepped forward, his voice steady but laced with urgency. "We came here to learn the truth, about omegas, and why the King of Velgarith is so desperate to find them."
Zoran let out a slow breath, as though the weight of centuries sat upon his shoulders.
"Omegas are not rare in essence, but their numbers have always been few. What makes them special is not just biology, but divinity." His eyes reflected the flickering firelight as he continued, "They bear the sacred seal of the Moon God, Lunaris... a crescent mark on their abdomen. It's said to be a sign, a divine imprint, that the child they carry may be blessed by the god himself."
He paused, his tone growing more solemn. "But not every child. An omega can only conceive once in their lifetime. After that, the sacred seal fades, never to return. That single child... must carry royal blood for Lunaris to bestow his blessing."
A heavy silence fell over the room, the fire crackling in the background as everyone
absorbed the gravity of the elder's words.
"The Velgarith Kingdom may know parts of the prophecy, but they missed something
crucial," Elder Zoran said, his voice sharp with restrained fury. "The child will only be blessed if they are conceived from love and if one carries royal blood. But the King... he treats omegas like sex slaves. Instead of a blessing, he brings a curse. No omega will bear his child."
Craige leaned forward, brows furrowed. "What does it mean when the sacred seal glows during intercourse?"
Zoran's expression softened as he turned to him. "It means the bond is true. You are
blessed by Lunaris, and your royal blood has already begun to flow through him."
Venn swallowed hard. His voice trembled. "What if... it didn't glow?"
Everyone turned. Velzra froze beside him.
Zoran's gaze settled on them, calm but unwavering. "Then something is missing. Either you do not carry royal blood or you do not truly love each other yet."
Velzra lowered his head, his heart sinking. A tight ache curled in his chest.
He already knew the answer.
Venn didn't love him.
He wasn't even sure if Venn liked him at all.
"What will the child gain if he is blessed by Lunaris?" Luren asked, a hint of wonder and
worry in his voice.
Elder Zoran's eyes glimmered softly as he spoke.
"A child blessed by Lunaris will carry one of the elemental powers," he said with quiet
reverence. "He could summon storms or calm them, bring ruin or deliver salvation. That is why Lunaris chooses with great care, only those whose hearts can bear the weight of such power may receive his blessing."
Craige and Luren nodded in understanding, while Venn and Velzra remained quiet.
"Thank you, Elder Zoran," Craige said sincerely as they finished the conversation. One by one, they began to leave the room, their footsteps soft against the stone
floor.
Luren was the last to reach the door, his hand just about to grasp the handle when
Zoran's voice gently stopped him.
"A two-moon has not been heard… but you must carry the weight of his blessing," Zoran said, his aged lips curling into a knowing smile, eyes shimmering with something
deeper, something ancient.
Luren turned, confused by the cryptic words. They meant little to him now, but the warmth in the elder's gaze made his chest tighten. He forced a small smile and nodded slowly, his voice quiet but firm.
"I don't understand it yet... but I will carry it. Whatever it means."
Zoran's smile widened, and for a moment, it felt as if the room itself had grown a little brighter.
After dinner, they all went to their assigned rooms. Velzra stayed on his own, while the others stayed in a guest room. Venn had been avoiding Velzra ever since their encounter with Elder Zoran.
Velzra's butt still ached, and his legs felt weak. He reached for the ointment he had
concocted, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't apply it properly. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he slipped on his robe and stepped out of the shower.
"Venn?!"
To his surprise, Venn was standing on the balcony. Velzra hurriedly opened the glass
door.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, confused. Venn had been avoiding him, and now here he was, in his bedroom.
"I told you I'd help you put the ointment on," Venn replied, his expression unreadable. "It
hurts because of me."
Velzra nodded quietly, and they moved toward the bed.
"Lie on your stomach. Lift your hips," Venn instructed firmly.
Velzra obeyed in silence, his face flushing with embarrassment. Venn didn't seem to
notice or perhaps he just didn't care. He applied the ointment gently but efficiently, then turned to leave, heading back toward the balcony.
"Uhm… why are you avoiding me?" Velzra asked shyly, his voice small but laced with
longing. He didn't want to let this moment pass without knowing.
Venn paused, still not looking at him.
"This will be the last time we talk alone," he said, voice low. "Your punishment is done.
Even though it wasn't my place to be the one to give it… I'm sorry."
Velzra's chest tightened. He didn't want this to be their last conversation.
The coldness in Venn's voice hurt more than any punishment. Just as he was about to
speak, Venn vanished from his sight.
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Craige was still deep in discussion with Mor'Vekar about the peace treaty, while Luren remained alone in the room. He found himself thinking about Elder Zoran's words, but since he still couldn't fully grasp the meaning, he decided to take a shower to clear his mind.
A few minutes later, Craige entered the room, only to find it empty. He heard the
water running and smirked knowingly. Without hesitation, he removed his clothes
and stepped into the shower room.
Through the misted glass, Luren's silhouette came into view, his pale, smooth skin
glistening under the warm stream. The faint pink marks on his shoulder hinted at earlier passion. Craige stood silently, mesmerized by the sight, his arousal growing as his eyes roamed over Luren's bare, flawless form.
"Enjoying the view?" Luren's voice cut through the sound of water. He turned slightly and peeked over his shoulder with a teasing smile. "Someone's getting hard… come join me."
That was all the invitation Craige needed. He stepped forward quickly, pressing Luren
gently but firmly against the shower wall, water cascading over both their bodies.
"You're so damn sexy," Craige whispered, his voice low and rough with desire.
Luren wrapped his arms around Craige's neck, grinding his own hardened cock against Craige's growing arousal.
"Devour me," he murmured, his voice dripping with seduction.
"With pleasure," Craige growled before capturing Luren's parted lips in a deep,
hungry kiss.
A loud moan escaped between them, echoing in the steamy space, as their bodies pressed together, lost in heat and urgency.
Luren slowly knelt down, his lips trailing soft kisses along Craige's toned stomach,
inching lower until he reached the massive hard cock standing proud before him. With a teasing smirk, he circled his tongue around the thick shaft, savoring the warmth and weight of it.
"B-Baby… are you serious?" Craige groaned, his fingers tangling in Luren's hair, hips twitching in anticipation.
Luren looked up through hooded eyes and gave a seductive smile before flicking his
tongue over the tip, licking up the bead of pre cum. He wrapped his lips around it, sliding down until he took Craige deep into his throat, moving with slow, purposeful rhythm.
"L-Luren…faster, baby…" Craige gasped, his breath hitching as the pleasure overwhelmed him.
Luren gripped Craige's thighs for support, moaning softly around him. He sucked,
licked, and played with his length like a treat he craved, feeling every throb as Craige neared his climax. Moments later, a hot pulse of release filled Luren's mouth. He swallowed it down, then slowly pulled back, licking his lips as he gazed up at Craige with satisfaction.
"You're incredible, baby," Craige breathed, helping Luren to his feet before pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Luren purred, wrapping his arms around Craige's neck and legs around his waist like a clingy koala, his voice a sultry whisper. "Let's finish on the bed… I'm dripping down there."
Craige growled low, sliding his hand beneath Luren to find his entrance.
"So wet…" he whispered against Luren's skin, kissing along his neck as he carried him
toward the bed, the heat between them ready to ignite all over again.