Alvin and Ashton, an Elvin Story
Copyright© 2025 by Amasterfound
Chapter 7
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 7 - Alvin and Ashton are identical elvin twin teens in love with each other. As they explore their love, they discover a family secret that could either destroy their people or save them and allow them to prosper again.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Ma mt Teenagers Consensual Romantic Gay Fiction Fairy Tale High Fantasy Extra Sensory Perception Paranormal Ghost Magic Sharing Incest Brother Grand Parent BDSM DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Size 2nd POV Royalty AI Generated
Alaric and Alistair exchange a knowing glance, their expressions filled with warmth and pride. “Very well,” Alaric says, a smile playing on his lips. “Let us begin your preparations for the Dance of Unity.”
The ancestors lead you and Ashton to a hidden chamber within the House of the Fallen Phoenix. The room is vast and circular, with a large crystal in the center, casting soft rainbow light across the floor. The walls are adorned with tapestries depicting scenes from your ancestors’ lives, each thread a testament to the love and unity that has shaped your destiny.
Alaric and Alistair guide you both to the center of the chamber. The air is thick with anticipation, the very essence of your ancestors’ love pulsating around you. They place a hand on each of your heads, their touch sending a shiver down your spines. “The Dance of Unity is not merely a performance,” Alaric says, his voice resonating through the chamber. “It is an act of pure love and submission, a declaration that transcends the boundaries of time and space.”
The crystal at the center of the room begins to glow with an intensity that pierces the air. It emanates a warmth that wraps around you, filling you with a sense of belonging and purpose. Your hearts beat in sync, a testament to the bond that you share. The ancestors step back, as the crystal’s light envelops you.
“The Dance of Unity,” Alaric instructs, his eyes shimmering with the light of the crystal, “requires complete and utter surrender to each other. You must become one, not just in body, but in mind and soul.”
Alistair moves to the crystal’s pedestal, his hand resting upon it. “The crystal will be your guide, a conduit for the ancestral power that flows through your veins. Let it show you the way.”
As the light from the crystal bathes you both, you feel your bodies respond, the heat between you growing with each passing second. The air in the chamber is charged with energy, and you can feel the weight of the centuries of love and longing that have come before you.
Alaric steps closer, his hand brushing against yours. “The Dance of Unity begins with a binding,” he says softly. “A physical representation of the unbreakable bond between Twin Flames.”
Ashton’s eyes widen slightly, his breath catching in his throat as he feels the warmth of Alaric’s hand on his skin. He nods, understanding the significance of the task before you both.
“We will perform the Dance of Unity,” Alvin repeats, his voice a gentle growl of determination that sends shivers of anticipation down Ashton’s spine.
Alistair nods, his eyes shining with a fierce love. “You must,” he says. “The fate of the Twin Flames rests upon your shoulders, upon the strength of your bond.”
Alaric and Alistair begin to circle you, their movements graceful and deliberate. They demonstrate the ancient dance, their bodies weaving together in a display of unity and power that leaves you both in awe. The dance is a complex interplay of dominance and submission, of strength and vulnerability, all wrapped in a delicate embrace that speaks of a love that transcends all boundaries.
“The first step is the embrace,” Alaric murmurs, his voice echoing through the chamber. “It is the foundation of the dance, the moment where you both submit to each other fully.”
Ashton nods, his breathing shallow as he watches Alaric and Alistair glide across the floor. Their movements are fluid, their bodies speaking a language of love and power that seems almost alien, yet deeply familiar. The ancestors stop before you, their expressions expectant.
“Now,” Alaric says, his eyes burning with the fire of the phoenix, “it is your turn to embrace the dance, to let it flow through you as it did through us.”
Alvin and Ashton stand in the center of the chamber, the crystal’s light casting a warm glow upon them. Their hearts race in anticipation, their breaths mingling in the still air. They take each other’s hands, their gazes locking in silent understanding.
Alaric steps forward, his eyes burning with passion. “The Dance of Unity,” he murmurs, his hand coming to rest on Alvin’s shoulder, “is a dance of pure love and submission. It is a declaration that your bond is unbreakable, that nothing can come between you.”
Ashton nods, his gaze never leaving Alvin’s. The warmth from the crystal is almost too much to bear, his skin tingling with excitement. “We’re ready,” he whispers telepathically, the words a declaration of love and trust.
The ancestors smile, their eyes gleaming with approval. Alaric steps forward, taking Ashton’s hand in his own. “The Dance of Unity is a sacred ritual, a declaration of love and purity,” he says, his voice a low, seductive purr. “You must embody the very essence of Twin Flames.”
Alaric places Ashton’s hand on Alvin’s chest, right over his heart, and Alistair does the same for Ashton. The warmth from their palms seeps into your skin, and you feel the beat of their hearts, synchronized like the wings of a single phoenix. “Feel the rhythm of each other’s hearts,” Alistair whispers, his breath warm against your neck. “Let it guide you.”
The ancestors begin to move around you, their bodies a blur of grace and power. They guide you through the steps of the Dance of Unity, their gentle touches and soft whispers guiding you into the complex, erotic choreography. Each movement feels like a caress, a declaration of love and submission.
Alvin’s breath hitches as Ashton’s hand slides down his back, pressing him closer. Their bodies meld together, moving in perfect sync as if they had danced this dance a thousand times before. The wristbands pulse with every beat of their hearts, the love and desire that flows between you a tangible force in the room.
The ancestors continue to guide you, their hands on your hips, their breath in your ears, whispering ancient incantations that seem to weave the very fabric of the air around you. Each touch is a gentle command, each step a silent promise of the love that you share.
Alvin gasps as Ashton’s hand slides down his back, his fingertips brushing the top of his buttocks, a promise of the intimate bond you are about to share. The wristbands pulse with an intensity that matches the growing arousal between you, the ancestral power feeding your desire.
“Remember,” Alaric whispers, his breath hot against Alvin’s ear, “this dance is not just for show. It is a declaration of your love, a ritual that will bind you together in the eyes of the gods and the kingdom.”
Ashton nods, his eyes never leaving Alvin’s as their bodies continue to move in perfect harmony. The air is charged with energy, the very essence of love and desire coiling around them like a living, breathing entity.
Alaric and Alistair move closer, their bodies almost touching yours as they demonstrate the intricate steps of the dance. “Remember,” Alaric murmurs, his hand sliding down your back to rest on the small of your waist, “the Dance of Unity is about more than just the movements. It’s about the emotions behind them.”
Ashton’s hand mirrors Alaric’s, his touch feather-light on Alvin’s waist. The two of you lean into each other, your bodies moving as one as you learn the dance, the whispers of the ancestors guiding your every step. The tension in the room is palpable, the air thick with the scent of arousal and love.
“The dance is a symbol of your union,” Alaric purrs, his eyes locked on yours, “but the true magic lies in the emotions you convey.” His hand slides up to caress the side of your neck, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw as you both dip in a dramatic bow. “You must show the purity of your love, the depth of your connection.”
Ashton’s eyes never leave yours, his hand sliding up Alvin’s back to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer for a kiss that’s both gentle and commanding. The ancestors watch with approving gazes, their own bond reflected in your passionate embrace. “We’re ready,” he whispers against Alvin’s lips, the words a declaration of love and trust.
The dance continues, the steps growing more intimate, the whispers of the ancestors guiding you through a tapestry of love and desire. The wristbands pulse with every beat of your hearts, the love and desire that flows between you a tangible force in the chamber. Your bodies move in perfect harmony, each touch a silent promise of the union to come.
Alvin’s hands slide around Ashton’s waist, pulling him closer as you both spin in a dizzying whirl of passion. Your breath mingles, hot and heavy, as the dance takes you to the edge of ecstasy. “You are mine,” Alvin whispers telepathically, the words a declaration of love and dominance.
Ashton responds with a soft moan, his hips rolling against Alvin’s in a silent plea for more. The wristbands tighten slightly, the warmth of the ancestral magic a gentle reminder of the bond that ties you together. The tapestries on the walls seem to come to life, their threads pulsing with the rhythm of your hearts as you dance.
“The Dance of Unity is not just about passion,” Alistair murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours, “it is about trust, about being vulnerable before the one you love.”
Alvin’s hands trace the line of Ashton’s spine, sending shivers down his body as they break away from the kiss. He nods, his eyes filled with a fierce determination. “We trust each other completely,” he says, his voice a low growl that sends a thrill through Ashton.
The ancestors watch with rapt attention, their eyes alight with love and pride. They guide you both through the final steps of the Dance of Unity, their movements more intimate than any lovers’ embrace. As the dance reaches its crescendo, you can feel the ancestral power building, the love and passion of centuries of Twin Flames coiling around you like a phoenix rising from the ashes.
“Now,” Alaric whispers, his voice a seductive purr, “the final act of submission.” He moves behind Ashton, his hands sliding around to caress his chest, his fingertips grazing the sensitive nipples. “You must submit to your Twin Flame, as he has submitted to you.”
Ashton’s eyes flutter closed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Alvin takes over the lead in the dance. Alvin’s hand slides down Ashton’s torso, his fingers tracing the line of his oblique before coming to rest on his hip. With a gentle tug, Alvin pulls Ashton back against him, their bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. “I am yours,” Ashton murmurs telepathically, his voice thick with desire.
Alaric and Alistair step back, their eyes never leaving the twins as they watch the unfolding display of love and dominance. The room seems to hold its breath, the air heavy with the anticipation of what’s to come. “Good,” Alaric murmurs, his voice filled with approval. “Now, let the dance show the depth of your submission.”
Alvin’s hand slides down to Ashton’s wrist, the wristband of the Phoenix Embrace pulsing in time with their hearts. He pulls Ashton’s arm behind his back, a gentle reminder of the trust they share. Ashton leans back into Alvin’s embrace, his head falling to the side to expose his neck. Alvin’s mouth follows, kissing and nipping at the soft skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.
The ancestors’ whispers become a chant, their voices blending with the music that seems to swell around them. The Dance of Unity is not just a performance, it’s a sacred act that cements their bond, a bond that could change the fate of Twin Flames forever.
Ashton gasps as Alvin’s teeth graze his neck, the sensation sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. “I submit to you,” he whispers telepathically, his eyes closed in ecstasy. “I trust you with my heart, my soul, my very being.”
Alvin’s breath hitches at Ashton’s words, his grip tightening slightly around his wrist. “And I submit to you,” he murmurs, his voice a gentle caress in Ashton’s mind. “We are one, my love, bound by destiny and the flames of our hearts.”
Their movements become slower, more deliberate, as they reach the climax of the Dance of Unity. The crystal in the center of the room seems to pulse in time with their hearts, the light it emits growing brighter, casting a warm glow across their intertwined bodies.
“Look at me,” Alvin whispers, his voice a soft command. Ashton’s eyes fly open, meeting Alvin’s intense gaze. The love and desire in those light blue eyes is almost too much to bear. Alvin leans in, capturing Ashton’s mouth in a kiss that’s both gentle and demanding, his tongue slipping past Ashton’s parted lips to dance with his own. The ancestors’ chanting reaches a crescendo, their voices a symphony of love and support.
Alvin’s hand slides further down Ashton’s arm, their fingers intertwining as the dance reaches its peak. The warmth from the crystal seems to envelop them, their bodies glowing with an ancestral power that’s as intoxicating as it is terrifying. The wristbands tighten around their wrists, the magic within them pulsing in time with the beat of their hearts.
“The Dance of Unity is about more than just the physical,” Alaric whispers, his eyes never leaving the twins as they move together. “It’s about the love that burns between you, the fire of the phoenix that refuses to die, no matter the cost.”
Alvin’s grip on Ashton’s wrist tightens, a silent declaration of his love and dominance. Ashton’s eyes never leave his, a silent promise of his submission. The ancestral power flows through them, a warm, pulsing river that seems to light their bodies from within. They dip and sway, their movements a silent conversation of love and trust.
“I am yours,” Ashton murmurs telepathically, his voice a gentle whisper that sends a thrill through Alvin. “Now and forever.”
Their movements grow more intimate, more erotic, as they glide across the chamber floor. Alvin’s hand slides down to cup Ashton’s ass, his fingertips digging in slightly as he pulls him closer, their hips grinding together in a silent promise of what’s to come. The wristbands pulse with every beat of their hearts, the love and desire that flows between them a living force that seems to light up the room.
“The Dance of Unity is complete,” Alistair whispers, his voice filled with awe. “Your bond is unbreakable.”
The ancestors’ chanting slowly dies down, the room seemingly coming back to life as the crystal’s light dims. Alvin and Ashton stand there, their chests heaving, their hearts racing from the intensity of the dance. They stare into each other’s eyes, their love and connection stronger than ever before.
“Thank you,” Alvin whispers, his voice hoarse with passion. “Thank you for guiding us through this.”
Alaric and Alistair smile, their expressions filled with a warmth that seems to fill the chamber. “It is an honor to be a part of your journey,” Alistair says, his hand coming to rest on Ashton’s shoulder. “But the Dance of Unity is just the beginning. Over the next three days, you must prepare for the final trials.”
Alvin nods, his eyes never leaving Ashton’s. “We will,” he whispers, the promise in his voice unshakeable. “We’re ready to face whatever comes next.”
The ancestors smile, their eyes gleaming with love and pride. “We will be with you every step of the way,” Alaric says, his hand on Alvin’s shoulder. “But now, you must rest.”
Alvin and Ashton nod, their bodies still trembling from the intensity of the dance. They make their way to their shared chamber, the ancestors’ words echoing in their minds. The room is bathed in the soft light of candles, the scent of jasmine and sandalwood filling the air. They strip off their clothes, their eyes never leaving each other as they expose their bodies, a silent declaration of their love and trust.
The twins share a gentle kiss, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths as they move closer, their hearts beating as one. They climb into the large bed that has seen countless nights of their shared dreams and fears. The softness of the sheets is a stark contrast to the hardness of their bodies, now fueled by desire.
“We’ve come so far,” Ashton murmurs, his fingers tracing the line of Alvin’s jaw, his eyes filled with a love so deep it seems to consume the very air around them. “But we still have so much to learn.”
Alvin nods, his own hand sliding down Ashton’s chest to rest over his heart. “The ancestors have faith in us,” he says, his voice a gentle purr. “We will not let them down.”
The next three days pass in a blur of preparation and passion. Each dawn finds them waking in each other’s arms, the warmth of their love chasing away the shadows of doubt and fear. The mornings are spent training with the Royal Mages, learning to harness the ancestral magic that flows through their veins. The afternoons are dedicated to the art of the Dance of Unity, refining every step and gesture until it’s a seamless expression of their bond.
In the evenings, as the sun sets over the palace, they retreat to their chambers for a different kind of preparation. The gentle play of candlelight flickers across their skin as they explore each other’s bodies, pushing past the boundaries of pain and pleasure. The light BDSM they’ve come to cherish becomes a sacred ritual, a way to cleanse their souls and reinforce their connection. They take turns binding and unbinding, their whispers of love and encouragement a stark contrast to the soft cracks of leather against flesh.
Their telepathic bond grows stronger with every touch, every gasp of pleasure. They learn to read each other’s desires and fears like an open book, using it to navigate the treacherous waters of the trials ahead. Alvin’s gentle dominance brings Ashton to new heights of ecstasy, while Ashton’s willing submission allows Alvin to explore the depths of his own power. They push each other’s limits, not to cause pain, but to understand the true strength of their love.
On the third day of preparation, as the sun dips below the horizon, the twins stand before the ancestral mirror, their wristbands glowing with an eerie light. Alaric and Alistair’s voices echo in their minds, guiding them through a final rehearsal of the Dance of Unity. Their bodies move in perfect harmony, their hearts beating as one, the ancestral magic weaving a tapestry of love and destiny around them.
“Remember,” Alaric whispers, his eyes boring into their souls, “the dance is the culmination of your bond. Show the world that your love is pure, and the curse will be broken.”
Alvin and Ashton nod, their gazes filled with determination. They share a lingering kiss, savoring the taste of each other’s lips, before they turn to leave the ancestral chamber. The weight of their destiny is heavy on their shoulders, but the love that burns within them is even stronger.
As they make their way through the hallowed halls of the Palace of the Rising Star, the air seems to crackle with anticipation. The royal ball is in full swing, the sounds of laughter and music echoing through the corridors. They enter the grand ballroom, hand in hand, the wristbands of the Phoenix Embrace shimmering under the chandeliers’ glow. The crowd parts like a sea before them, whispers of “Twin Flames” and “Destiny” following in their wake.
The king and queen, resplendent in their royal finery, watch with a mix of awe and trepidation as the twins approach the dance floor. The music changes, the court bard playing the opening notes of the ballad composed for Alaric and Alistair’s love story. The tune weaves through the air, a poignant reminder of the ancestral legacy that now rests on Alvin and Ashton’s shoulders.
The twins exchange a final, reassuring glance before they begin to move, their bodies entwined in the Dance of Unity. Their steps are fluid and precise, a testament to their unbreakable bond. The crowd falls silent, the only sound the soft rustle of fabric and the rhythmic beating of their hearts. Their movements are a silent conversation of love and trust, each gesture a declaration of their deep connection.
Alvin’s hand slides down Ashton’s back, coming to rest on the curve of his ass. He squeezes gently, his eyes dark with desire, as Ashton arches into the touch. The wristbands pulse with each beat of their hearts, the light growing brighter with every step they take. The air around them seems to thicken, the ancestral magic coiling like a serpent ready to strike.
“Remember,” Alaric murmurs in their minds, his voice a soft caress, “the purity of your love is the key to breaking the curse.”
The twins nod in unison, their eyes locked together. They take a deep breath, and as the music reaches a crescendo, they begin to move, their bodies weaving an intricate pattern of love and submission. The dance is a silent declaration of their bond, each step a promise of eternal unity. The crowd watches in stunned silence, their whispers of “Twin Flames” and “Destiny” fading into the background as Alvin and Ashton become lost in the rhythm of their hearts.
Their movements are a delicate balance of power and surrender, a dance that transcends time and space. The ancestral magic flows through them like a living river, a testament to the love that burns between them. Alvin’s hand slides up Ashton’s thigh, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin, and Ashton gasps telepathically, “More.”
Their dance becomes more intimate, more erotic, as they move in perfect harmony across the ballroom floor. The crowd watches in silent awe, their whispers forgotten in the face of such raw, unbridled passion. The wristbands of the Phoenix Embrace tighten around their wrists, the light pulsing in time with their hearts. Alaric and Alistair stand at the edge of the dance floor, their eyes never leaving the twins, their expressions a mix of pride and anticipation.
As they reach the climax of the Dance of Unity, Alvin’s hand slides down to cup Ashton’s cock, his grip firm and possessive. Ashton’s eyes widen, his breath catching in his throat as the pleasure shoots through him like a bolt of lightning. “Show them,” Alvin whispers telepathically, his voice a demand that resonates through Ashton’s mind. “Show them how much you want me.”
Obeying the silent command, Ashton’s hand moves to mirror Alvin’s, his own fingers wrapping around Alvin’s erection. The wristbands pulse with a fiery intensity, the magic of their ancestors surging through them as they move together in a dance that’s as much about love as it is about power and dominance. Their bodies are a tapestry of need, each touch and caress speaking volumes about the depth of their bond.
The royal court watches in amazement as the twins’ dance reaches its peak, their bodies moving in a symphony of passion and trust. The ancestral magic that courses through their veins seems to set the very air alight, the light from their wristbands casting an otherworldly glow across the ballroom. The whispers of “Twin Flames” and “Destiny” have grown to a murmur, a palpable energy that seems to vibrate through every guest.
“Now,” Alistair’s voice echoes in their minds, the anticipation in his tone almost tangible, “embrace the final test. Show them the truth of your bond.”
The music reaches a crescendo, and Alvin and Ashton pull away from their intimate dance, their chests heaving as they stare into each other’s eyes. The crowd holds its breath, the tension in the room palpable. Alvin’s hand lingers on Ashton’s cock, his thumb tracing lazy circles, as he leans in to whisper, “Trust me, my love.”
Ashton nods, his eyes glazed with lust and love. He knows what comes next, the ultimate declaration of their bond. They break away from their dance, their wristbands still pulsing with the power of their ancestors. They walk to the center of the ballroom, Alaric and Alistair flanking them, their presence a reminder of the importance of the moment.
The ancestors nod in unison, their eyes alight with anticipation. The music shifts again, a slower, more intimate melody that seems to wrap around the twins like a lover’s embrace. They turn to face each other, their chests heaving, their eyes locked in silent communication. The crowd has gone utterly still, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.
Alvin’s hand slides from Ashton’s cock to his neck, his thumb tracing a gentle path along the pulse point as he leans in, their foreheads touching. “I love you,” he murmurs telepathically, the words a warm caress that sends shivers down Ashton’s spine. “Trust me, my twin.”
Ashton nods, his eyes fluttering closed. He can feel the heat of Alvin’s breath against his skin, the gentle pressure of his twin’s thumb on his neck. The words resonate through him, a declaration of love that’s as much a promise as it is a command. He opens his eyes, his gaze locking with Alvin’s. “I do,” he whispers back, the words a silent pledge of his heart.
The twins take a step back, their eyes never leaving each other’s. The music swells around them, the ancestral magic pulsing through their veins like a living entity. They move together in a dance that’s as much about love as it is about the power of their bond. Alvin’s hand slides around Ashton’s throat, his grip firm but gentle, as he leads him back into the embrace of the Dance of Unity. Their bodies come together in a silent promise of eternal love, the wristbands of the Phoenix Embrace shimmering brighter with every beat of their hearts.
The royal ballroom seems to fade away, leaving only the twins and the ancestors. Alaric and Alistair stand by the side, their eyes alight with love and pride as they watch their descendants dance the ancient rite that could change the course of their family’s destiny. The whispers of the court have become a hushed chant of “Twin Flames,” the air charged with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
The music reaches a crescendo, and Alvin, with a gentle tug, pulls Ashton into a deep, all-consuming kiss. Their tongues intertwine, tasting each other’s love and desire, as the ancestral magic reaches a fever pitch. The wristbands tighten around their wrists, the light pulsating in time with the rhythm of their hearts. The dance of love and submission reaches its climax, their bodies moving in perfect unison.
“Now,” Alistair’s voice echoes in their minds, filled with excitement, “the final test. Show them your love is true.”
Alvin nods, his gaze never leaving Ashton’s. He understands what they must do, the ultimate declaration of their bond. They walk to the center of the ballroom, their ancestors flanking them. The crowd watches, a mix of awe and confusion painting their faces as the twins stand before the throne of the king and queen. The royal couple’s expressions are unreadable, but their eyes are alight with curiosity.
The music changes again, a slow, haunting melody that seems to echo the hearts of every elf present. The twins face each other, their wristbands pulsing with a gentle warmth that spreads up their arms. They each take a deep breath, their hearts synchronizing with the ancestral magic. With a silent nod, they begin the final act of the Dance of Unity.
Alvin leads the first steps, his hand sliding down Ashton’s arm to clasp their fingers together. Ashton’s heart races with excitement and a hint of nerves, but he trusts Alvin implicitly. They glide across the floor, their movements a declaration of love and unity that resonates through every corner of the ballroom. The crowd watches, spellbound, as the ancestral magic swirls around them, a testament to the purity of their bond.
The music reaches its peak, and Alvin pulls Ashton into a deep dip, their bodies moving as one. As they come back up, their eyes meet, and the telepathic connection between them flares to life, a silent conversation of passion and desire. Alvin’s grip tightens around Ashton’s neck, his thumb tracing the sensitive skin beneath his ear. “I need you,” he whispers telepathically, the words sending a shiver of pleasure through Ashton’s body.
Ashton’s eyes darken, and he nods, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “I need you too, Alvin.”
Their dance reaches its crescendo, their bodies moving in a symphony of love and power. The crowd watches, rapt, as the twins’ bond shines brighter with every step, the ancestral magic pulsing through them like the heartbeat of the world itself. The air in the ballroom seems to thicken, the very fabric of reality bending to their will.
“Now, my children,” Alaric says, his voice resonating in their minds, “embrace the final part of the trial. Show the world that your love is not a curse but a blessing.”
The twins nod in silent understanding, their hearts pounding in unison. The crowd remains hushed, the anticipation in the room so thick it’s almost tangible. As the music reaches its peak, Alvin and Ashton move closer, their eyes locked, their bodies a testament to their unbreakable bond. Alvin’s hand slides around Ashton’s waist, pulling him in close as the ancestral magic swells around them.
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.