30. To Hell and Back

I still couldn't believe that I lost Titus through betrayal. He was my mentor, the male figure that I looked up to when I was training under him.

He made me the male that I am today. I was stronger because of him, I was an excellent fighter, a male with principles. That was why losing him to betrayal made me grieve just a little bit longer.

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"Magnus?"

I turned as Gerold called my name. Smiling, I wrapped an arm around his shoulder and kissed his cheek. It was a couple of weeks after we got back from Armand's, and we'd been staying at Gerold's cottage. The were-witch kept on saying that he was going to help me out of my grief.

"You're right, new memories, of course," I smiled and wished it would be that easy.

He and Savaric were getting closer as I was keeping my distance from them. They seemed more in-tuned with one another and I was happy for Savaric. The human had too many trust issues in the past and Gerold had made him feel at ease like he truly belong with us.

"But this was not what I was expecting when you told me that you were going to make me feel better."

"No? Why not? I thought it'll be good to change the scenery once in a while. And Savaric loves crossing realms." Gerold had been taking us realm hoping, he was always hopeful every time. The male took my hand and kissed my wrist.

I laughed as my eyes searched for the young human. I glanced at Gerold when Savaric was nowhere to be seen. "I'm sure he does, now that you gave him the body to do so. Where is he anyway?"

"He's a sleep, still not used to my kind of loving."

Okay, he did entertain me. Gerold always knew what to say and it made me feel better. So when he stepped closer and invades my personal space I couldn't help but feel the need to touch him. Though the man beat me to it when he put his arms around my neck and tugged my body flat to his.

"I've missed you," he whispered pulling me closer and pressing his lips against mine. He parted them and let me in, tasting him, feeling his warmth, and eagerly drawing out his sweet sexy moans.

"I miss you too," I dropped my voice lower knowing he liked it and he showed me when he shuddered, pressing his body closer though there was no distance between us already. But he was feeling my crotch, grinding his erection with mine and he moaned louder when I slipped my hands under his pants feeling his bare ass cheeks.

"Fuck..." he cursed making me smirk.

"We'll get there, I'm working on it," I smirked and dived my tongue deeper into his mouth, tasting, caressing, eagerly having him after weeks without.

Getting there was too easy, I had Gerold against the wall in mere seconds. His pants were down to his knees which he then hurriedly wiggled out from, his briefs followed and he was bare ass for my eyes to feast.

I let out a low moan of appreciation and planted my grips on his hips holding him steady and teasing him with my erection as I grind him between the valley of his ass cheeks.

"Magnus, please," the were-witch writhed, pushing back. So fucking needy for my cock already.

"Patient, my witch, we don't want to wake up the beautiful human. Don't we?" My hand moved to reach for his favorite homemade lubricant that he strategically stored around the house since we'd been fucking and I reached for a bottle from his console table.

"Fuck, fuck..." Gerold moaned the second my slick fingers stretched him, he pleaded some more before I gave up and groaned as I part his legs wider and pushed deep inside him.

"Sshh..." he mewled in my palm the second my hand reaches his mouth to silence his moans. Gerold climaxed after more hard pounding and I fill him up with my load a few thrusts later.

We cuddled in his bed naked, lazily soaking up our sexual bliss, cuddling to Savaric who was still sleeping. It was not until about an hour later that there was a knock on the door.

"Shit," Gerold cursed and told me to wake Savaric and get dressed. "I don't get visitors a lot, and when I do, it's either bad or worse."

I nodded and put a hand in Savaric's mouth the moment Gerold was out the bedroom door. I made sure that he won't make a noise. "Get up, babe, we need to get dressed and not make a single sound. Gerold had a visitor."

Savaric's eyes were wide, he instantly tried to talk but I shook my head. "Later, now you need to get dressed. I will let go of my hand but I need you to stay quiet." I raised my eyebrow and he nodded and slowly got out of bed and started to get dressed.

Less than half an hour later Gerold was back in the bedroom. His eyes gazed at Savaric who was sitting on my lap, the human hybrid was a bit shocked when he was abruptly woken up and told to get dressed. Apparently, he was more fragile than we thought, an issue we need to talk about later. But for now, looking at Gerold's expression we need other matters to attend to.

"What is it?" I asked, not letting go of my hold on the shaken human on my lap.

"You remember that you asked me to put a word out for any gossip for those crawlers?"

"Yes, any important news?"

"They just kidnapped an incubus with the same description as Basilea, and you'd never guessed who's behind it."

"Who?" I pushed, getting a bit impatient, after Titus, I honestly wouldn't know how the little incubus kept on attracting trouble.

"Justus, the freaking elf, the harem one from King Ranulf." Gerold shook his head, he knew the elf, we were introduced when we were at King Armand's kingdom.

"Fuck, I know the guy," Savaric whispered roughly as if the fact was too foreign for his train of thought.

"We need to warn King Armand."

"No shit," Gerold snickered, knowing there was a whole history on me and king Armand, too fuck up and still a bit raw to be discussed. He knew it, hell, even Savaric could feel the straining muscle on my arms as he scooted off my lap and sat on the bed, keeping a small distance between us.

"I assume we leave right now?" Gerold questioned, walking to the closet and taking off his shirt already.

"You guess right." I got up and followed him to grab a fresh shirt from the drawers.

"I um..." Savaric hesitated as he gazed at both of us.

"You want to stay?" I tilted my head giving him a curious glance.

"No, no... I'll come with,"

"Good, I don't like leaving you here alone." I pulled him up cupped his jaw and kissed him thoroughly, his hands roamed my naked chest, his breathing was heavy with lust and I smiled in our kiss knowing he'd follow me to hell and back.

"You need to talk to king Armand directly, we don't know who else is in on the treachery." Gerold reminded me and I nodded agreeing with his conclusion.

The three of us were out the door in less than fifteen minutes later. Savaric closed the distance between us the moment Gerold opened the portal between the realm.

"Here we go again..." Savaric muttered when we stepped into the portal. I took his hand, entwined our fingers, and tightened my grip telling him silently that I appreciate his being with me. I could see the movement of his chest and I know everything would be okay.

All is well with my men by my sides.