Date: Mon, 12 Sep 2016 05:37:11 -0500
From: Kody Boye <boyekody@gmail.com>
Subject: His Touch of Ice - Part 51

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HIS TOUCH OF ICE (The Ice Men, Book 1) is copyright © Kody Boye. All
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An hour before dusk, I readied myself for the ceremony as best I
could. Shaving my face, filing down my nails, cleansing myself of worries
with water and several shots of vodka from the bottle I'd found in Guy's
cabinet—I looked at myself in the mirror and examined every facet of
myself. From my clean-shaven face, to the simple, button-down shirt, to a
pair of jeans lifted from Guy's teenage days, I looked completely the part.

Human.

It seemed odd to be presenting myself in front of the tribe without
actually initiating myself into their midst. Yet here I was—dressed
casually and without regret, preparing to submit to a life of obedience,
and I had absolutely no qualms.

I'd made up my mind.

This was my future—here, on this ranch, with Guy, amidst the Kaldr, and
away from the rest of humanity.

I lowered my head and took a deep breath.

While not one for faith, I took a moment to send my thoughts to any willing
god that would listen and prayed that everything would be all right.

A knock came at the door.

I lifted my head from the bedroom mirror and cast my eyes across the flat.

It was time.

I swigged the last swallow of my water and strode across the flat with
confidence, pausing only to slide my shoes onto my feet and brace myself
for the evening before I opened the door. Amadeo stood in the threshold,
dressed finely in robes much like the one I'd seen in Guy's bedroom.

"Amadeo," I said, shocked.

"I will be your envoy," he said. "Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

I secured the door behind me and followed Amadeo through the house.

He led me into the living room and then through an interweaving series of
halls I'd only recalled being in after being attacked by Missy
Sue. Branched off at the far side of the house, directly beneath where
Elliot and Amadeo's quarters were situated, I was directed down a long,
blank hall painted mutely in shades of hospital-reminiscent white and
turned beyond a pair of metal doors locked into place with iron bars.

From there, we descended into a basement.

Darkness quickly overwhelmed us.

"Keep hold of the railing," Amadeo said, "and you'll be fine."

I didn't question the motive behind the secrecy. I merely took hold of the
metal and wrapped my fingers around it to secure my grip.

After a short while, there came a pause in Amadeo's footsteps where, I
assumed, our entrance had to be. The electronic click of what sounded like
a keypad echoed through the tight space before a door unsnapped and was
then pushed open.

Inside was a room made to resemble a spherical chamber.

At the far end, a fixture hung from the ceiling, from which dangled a
series of curtains.

"This is it," Amadeo said. "We're here."

I stepped into the room and allowed my eyes to adjust to the pale lighting
emanating from sconces on the walls. Cast in blue, the room appeared
ancient—only bolstered by the skypane that formed a perfect circle over
the curtain fixture.

The door closed behind me.

A bar slid into place.

The unexpected chill of many Kaldr whispered about my body.

It only took a moment to realize what was behind the curtain.

Stepping forward, I bridged the distance between me and a threshold defined
only by a circle inlaid within the stone floor and watched the curtains
fall open.

He lay on a circular stone bed, upon which a slight mattress and only a few
amenities lay. His torso laid plain, his hips shrouded by a sheet, Guy
watched as I stepped forward with eyes that glowed like distant stars in a
place I could never hope to see.

"Jason," he said.

In such a small space, his voice echoed off the walls and rebounded through
my head, startling my conscience and jarring my person from the ethereal
sight before me. I took notice of several other eyes standing all
around—watching, waiting, beneath hoods that should have hidden their
gazes but didn't because of the glow illuminating them.

My eyes instinctively fell to Guy.

He lifted his arm and extended his hand. "Come," he said.

There was no gravity in the situation. I merely obeyed.

The bed was cold beneath my hands as I guided myself onto the mattress and
hovered over Guy's prone body, staring into his eyes and reveling in the
energy pooling from him. Here, the chill had become immense—to the point
where had I not been clothed I imagined every hair on me would've stood on
end—but it was so dwarfed by my longing for him that I felt nothing. I
pressed my palm to his cheek, cupped my fingers along his neck, then leaned
forward.

So close, I could feel the winter upon his breath.

"Jason," he whispered.

I kissed him.

The response was immediate.

My body lit on fire.

I took hold of his face and guided him upright as I probed his mouth with
my tongue and lavished in every aspect of his person. His hands set at my
ribcage, his chest pressed and level with mine—I could feel his hardness
pressing against the confines of my jeans and I slid back to allow his
fingers to part my shirt.

Almost immediately, his mouth found my nipple.

I could've screamed.

Cold fire laced his lips.

I let out a gasp and ripped my arms free of my shirt.

His hands found my waist and he guided me onto the mattress.

His lips fell on my neck, my arms, my wrist, my abdomen. When he slid my
jeans off and I came free of my boxers, his teeth grazed my inner thighs
and my eyes instantly rolled into the back of my head, my cock throbbing
for mercy as he teased his way toward my groin.

His lips caught the underside of my balls and his tongue rolled around my
shaft.

I couldn't help but cry out as he took me into his mouth.

What I thought would have been a completely awkward experience was shadowed
by his passions upon me. His fingers applying pressure behind my balls, his
mouth taking me in, then out of his throat—his free hand found my hole
and he applied pressure, but did not penetrate me with his thumb.

I thrust into his mouth and nearly screamed when he pulled out.

"Jason," he managed, gasping.

My only response was to fall to my knees and swallow him whole.

He held me there for several moments, reveling in the pulsating muscles of
my throat, before pulling out, turning, and planting himself on the
bed—hands flat, legs spread.

"Fuck me," he said.

I was so far gone I didn't even care about the whispers in the room as I
hocked a glob of spit across his opening, taking care to slick myself with
lubricant before I prepared him with my finger.

My initial entry was unexpected.

I couldn't believe how tight he was.

"Fuck," Guy groaned.

"You like that?" I asked, easing myself in and out and applying extra
fingers when I felt him ready. "You ready for that cock in your ass?"

"God yes, Jason. Fuck. Oh God. FUCK!"

I added a third finger and fucked him leisurely, allowing time for him to
adjust before pulling out and mounting him as he lowered his chest and
raised his ass.

Bracing one hand on his back and the other around my cock, I guided myself
forward, then entered.

I swore louder than I should have.

He was so fucking tight.

I waited. Consumed by the need to push further, I braced my hands along his
hips and coaxed the animalistic nature Guy's Kaldr spirit had inspired
within me down by running my hands along his hips, pushing in more when
directed and waiting when not. Given our position, Guy was completely at my
mercy, though whether or not that'd been planned I couldn't tell.

When I was finally in all the way—and right down to the balls—I held
myself there and waited for his instruction.

His push indicated it all.

I started thrusting.

The chill in the room had increased substantially since we'd started having
sex. Warmed only by the clash of our bodies and the sweat rolling down my
shoulders, I kept a steady rhythm and guided him up onto his hands and
knees when I felt I needed leverage. Hands locked around his shoulders, I
thrusted—harder, first by his instruction, then by my own need—before
he had us roll over and fuck on our sides.

"Doin' ok?" I whispered in his ear as I thrust into him.

He grunted and jacked himself harder.

I took that as a sign and heightened my pace.

The slap of flesh spurred me to fuck him harder as I became aware of the
pace we were taking. His grunts and slight cries rolling about the room,
his hips responding to mine, I pulled out and rolled him onto his back only
to enter him as quickly as I'd left.

In this position, I leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to his mouth.

"I'm gonna come," I said, slamming my hips against his.

"God yeah Jason. Give it to me! Ugh! Fuck! My God—"

Guy's ass locked around me and streams of come fired from his cock.

The resulting pressure drove me to orgasm.

I continued to fuck him as the orgasm started to subside and wrapped my
arms about his body as he sat up and wrapped his legs around my hips. Our
lips intertwined, the piston in my hips fading by the second, I pulled away
from his mouth and bowed my head into his neck.

Spent, I sat there, softening inside him and reveling in the aftermath.

"Is it over?" I asked.

"It's done," Guy said.

I pulled away and looked into his eyes.

The same marks I had seen during our encounter with the Kelda decorated his
body—stark against his skin, trailing from his eye and lips.

Around us, the Kaldr began to file out.

"It is done," Amadeo said. "Jason DePella. From this day forth, you will be
known as the bóndi of the Svell Kaldr Guy Winters, otherwise known as
husband. May your bond be forever and strong."

I looked up just in time to see Amadeo give us a somber nod before
directing a very-irate Elliot Winters from the room.

Pulling out, I drew up alongside Guy and wrapped an arm around him.

"They didn't expect that," I said. "Did they?"

"No," Guy whispered. "They didn't."

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