Moonlight bathed the clearing in silver fire, catching in the fae crystals woven into Kael's ceremonial robes. The remnants of the Moonmark Trial still tingled beneath his skin—magic that sizzled like embers waiting for the wind. He stood tall, belly rounded with child, but posture regal. Elias stood across from him in obsidian armor lined with scarlet runes, fangs bared not in threat—but reverence.
Tonight, they weren't hunted lovers. They were princes of their own forging, two kings of separate realms standing on the edge of union.
"Is this wise?" a fae elder whispered. "The child's magic is too volatile. Binding them again could destroy the veils between worlds."
"And if we don't," Elias growled lowly, "your courts and mine will rip Kael apart trying to possess what's inside him."
Kael stepped forward. "Then let them watch us become unbreakable."
With ancient magic buzzing in the air, Elias pulled a blade carved from vampire bone, while Kael summoned a strand of lunar silk—a relic only summoned by true heirs. The audience gasped.
The Pact Reforging began.
Their blood mixed again in sacred patterns drawn into the earth, swirling with arcane light. Kael's moans—soft but laced with arousal—rose as energy seared along his skin, every nerve ending awakened. Elias's control unraveled as Kael's scent filled the space, enriched with ripe heat and fae spice.
"Strip for me," Elias whispered, voice dark silk. "Let them see what it means to belong to me—and what I offer in return."
Kael obeyed. The robes fell, revealing the swell of his belly, the runes glowing across his chest, and the sigil-burn that marked him Elias's.
The ceremony shifted—ancient power giving way to carnal promise.
Kael sank to his knees before Elias, trembling but defiant. Elias bent and claimed his mouth with a searing kiss, lifting him as if weightless. In the sacred circle, amid gasps and disbelieving murmurs, he laid Kael on the altar stone—bare, divine, and his.
Their bodies collided with desperate passion. The thrust of hips. The scrape of fangs. The liquid glide of need finding its match. Kael arched, crying out as Elias took him fully—hard, deep, like claiming a throne. Magic crackled with each movement, binding their souls tighter with every climax.
Kael's orgasm hit like a spell—shaking the skies. Elias roared, spilling inside his mate with heat and crimson promise.
As the final vow was spoken, etched in their mingled blood, light exploded from the altar.
The pact was remade—stronger, deeper. Eternal.
The vampire court knelt. The fae court stood in stunned silence. No one dared interrupt.
Kael's voice broke the stillness, "Now we protect our child… together."
Elias took his hand.
"And burn the world if we must."