(The Marriage Groups)Elian (3 page)

            Blinking his eyes rapidly as he returned to the present, Nevin grinned at Elian, pleased when a faint red flush stained the young man’s brown cheeks. Oh yes, he couldn’t wait to feel Elian writhing and hear the younger man scream Nevin's name in passion beneath him. It was time to get this ceremony started so that Nevin could finally make Elian his.

Chapter Three

Elian

For centuries Kardalusia joined with two other planets. During this, time women were plentiful. Due to the arrogance and the disreputable behavior of one man and his family, the three planets were forcibly separated by the Omnipotent God Andalusia. The women who lived on Kardalusia were unable to survive after the Fiery Storm and they slowly died off. The Kartusians had already been gifted by Andalusia with the ability to procreate and though the planet was now only filled with males, that gift continued. No girl child has been born to a Kartusian family since the Fiery Storm, as Andalusia wills it.

                                                            -
History of Kardalusian Procreation
. Chapter Eight

E
LIAN
turned away from the historical plaque that hung on the wall of the Coração’s wedding preparation suite and walked over to the window. Looking down at the large courtyard that was being quickly decorated and set-up for the wedding ceremony of the Royal Marriage Group, Elian sighed deeply.

He’d been waiting for his parents and siblings for a while, just as he had been waiting for his future husbands. He hadn’t expected to be placed in a suite and then forgotten. Rubbing his hands over his face, Elian breathed out a sigh of boredom and flopped back down on the couch in the room. Did all coraçãos go through this long ass wait? What exactly was he supposed to be doing right now?

Looking around the lavish room decorated in whites and golds, Elian shrugged his shoulders and shoved his hand down his pants. While he waited he might as well jerk off so that he’d be able to last a little longer when he was finally with his future husbands. He hissed as he squeezed the hard shaft and began to slowly stroke his erection while he imagined himself spread out on a bed waiting to have every orifice filled with hard cocks.

“You know if you do that too much you’ll go blind, right?” Prospen, the father who’d given birth to him, said with a chuckle from the doorway.

Elian yelped and jerked his hand out of his pants, letting out a loud squeak as the waistband snapped against his waist. Dammit. Why was it that Daddy Prospen was always walking in on him when he was trying to do a bit of self-meditation? Making sure his pants were settled on his hips in a modest manner, Elian sat up and turned to look at his father.

Prospen stood at a startling 6’4” and was known for being the tallest breeder in history. As a matter of fact, he stood so tall that at his birth, his mark had been checked repeatedly to make sure he bore the mark of a breeder. The fact that he was both breeder and construction worker seemed to make things even more interesting, since most breeders had birthmarks that led them into more gentle careers. Breeders were doctors, lawyers, teachers—they worked jobs that were considered “safe” for them to perform even while pregnant. The fact that Prospen had been born not only a breeder, but a breeder with a manual labor birthmark had generated a lot of interest in Elian’s father. Elian had heard the stories repeatedly from all four of his fathers from Prospen, Elian’s birthing father, to Delian, his implanting father—literally the man who had gotten his father Prospen pregnant with him—about the number of interviews and medical testing his father had endured as a child. Elian’s other two fathers, Link and Zorin, always chimed in with the fact that the interviews and questions had started when Elian had been born as well.

 He was the only breeder born whose only purpose and duty in life was to breed. He was also the only breeder born in a long time that was a single birth. Most other breeders were one of three or one of four. Elian had been the only babe born to his fathers Delian and Prospen, his other fathers, Link and Zorin had sired multiple children, Elian’s older and younger brothers, with Prospen and while Elian’s implanting father had continued to try to get Prospen with child, no others were born to them before Prospen’s fertile years passed. Elian’s blood had been tested, as Kartusians were only ever born as singles when they were a part of the royal family, a natural event that seemed to occur to distinguish them from other families and to keep down those who would desire to overthrow the throne. Once his paternity had been proven, he’d been tested again to see why the God Andalusia hadn’t blessed him with a purpose other than that of just being a breeder. When no one had come up with anything, no scientist, doctor, teacher, priest, pastor or diviner, his parents had informed them all that Elian was merely unique and that the God Andalusia would reveal all in time.

Elian’s purpose was apparently to give birth to the royal line. He should have been a lot more excited about it than he actually was though.

Kartusians were all born with a birthmark that identified them to their parents, doctors, and the career directors on what their ultimate purpose in life was to be. Those who would end up being extremely muscled and broad would become warriors, soldiers, police officers, firefighters, or construction crew members. Those with a more gentle nature and sweet disposition usually ended up becoming teachers, doctors, pastors, priests, or daycare workers. Then there were those who fit into other categories: authors, dancers, singers, painters, artists, fashion designers, etc. All things which required a creative talent; they were revered, admired, almost worshipped. The Kartusians were a proud people who put great emphasis on education and working, but those who dabbled in the creative arts were beautiful rare butterflies and were seen as special gifts sent down from the heavens.

Elian never let anyone know that he sang. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to have the fawning, admiration, respect, and attention that he would get for being able to sing, because he did. If he told people that he could sing, they would look for the star on his shoulder and wouldn’t find one. Elian didn’t know why he had talent in areas that weren’t marked on his body, but he figured it had to do with his ultimate purpose. He’d been born with the birthmark of a heart on his ass, which had signified that his only purpose was to be a breeder. That was it. He knew his worth was limited to that of a breeder and a breeder only. So singing or not, painting or not, dancing or not, all Elian was talented enough and smart enough to do was be fucked and have children. According to the laws of the land and tradition.

 He was salivating with anticipation. Not.

Shoving away the depressing thought of being little more than a hole to his husbands and not a whole person, Elian returned his attention to his father Prospen and their conversation.

“I only thought to do it once before the ceremony so as to not embarrass myself before my husbands tonight as we all lay together,” Elian explained to his father with a sheepish grin. Prospen chuckled before walking over to sit next to him.

Elian was slightly alarmed and confused by the camaraderie being displayed by his birthing father. Prospen was not a bad father. He was, in fact, one of the greatest breeder fathers that Elian had ever known or been in contact with. Which wasn’t saying much as he’d only been in contact with his own breeder father and that of his best friend, Tabansi. Prospen was the kindest of both men. He laughed and took Elian out on occasion, but they were not buddies or best friends. Prospen hadn’t been exactly cruel to Elian, but neither had he been entirely attentive and overly doting. Elian was uncertain if his father’s treatment of him was because he was aware Elian would be compelled to leave the house at some point, or if he’d only just discovered his son’s worth after his engagement to the Royal Marriage Group.

“Did you know?” Elian asked softly, hoping against hope that his instincts were wrong and that his father wasn’t actually that shallow, manipulative, and dismissive of Elian and uncaring of the doubts and fears he’d been struggling with for years.

“For over a year now,” Prospen said, avoiding Elian’s gaze as he twisted his wedding bands around his finger. His voice was soft and cautious when he spoke and Elian wondered what else he had to say. “They told us to make sure we didn’t tell you, but at the same time to be sure that you were prepared—” Prospen stopped and looked at Elian hesitantly. “Did we make the wrong decision? A bad choice?”

Prospen’s hesitation and nervousness, his fear that he might have upset, hurt, or mistreated his son, went a long way towards healing Elian’s fragile emotions. He opened his mouth to reassure his father when there came a hesitant knock on the door just before it opened to reveal a gorgeous, tall, and slender man with skin the color of black marble—looking just as hard and polished as the actual stone. He smiled briefly at Prospen before turning his attention back to Elian.

“Please to be coming with me, Elian. For you they are ready,” he explained and Elian curled his lips in to stop the laughter he could feel threatening in his throat. He didn’t want to laugh at the servant, but his accent and mishandling of the Kartusian language made Elian want to smile.

“Thank you—what would you like me to call you?” Elian asked with a small smile.

“I am Mefistopolise,” he responded and Elian gave the servant a regal nod of his head and swallowed back the butterflies that had flown out of his stomach and lodged themselves in his throat.

“Well, Mefistopolise,” Elian began with a small grin in his father’s direction, “lead the way. It’s time for me to go and get married.”

Taking his father’s arm with his left hand, Elian walked with Prospen towards the ceremony chapel. Standing outside of the doors, Elian took in a great gulping breath of air and tried to calm his racing heart. He gave a tremulous smile to all of his parents and tried very hard not to vomit. Turning back towards the doors of the chapel, Elian found himself held tightly in Nevin’s arms, the other man having stepped outside while Elian was looking at his fathers, and kissed deeply and passionately, almost within an inch of his life. He couldn’t believe that Nevin was kissing him right outside of the magnificent structure, and he barely had time to gasp before he was released and his eyes collided with Nevin’s hazel brown ones. Eyes that now looked much more golden than anything else.

“We can’t wait to marry you,” Nevin assured him. “Hurry up and come inside so that we can all begin our lives together.”

Elian nodded dazedly and watched as Nevin reassured Elian’s parents and let them know that the entire palace was placed under a very strict guard and so Elian would be safe with them. Elian watched his parents nod in agreement and then, with a final wink in Elian’s direction, Nevin left him and went inside the chapel.

“If that’s what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life, then let’s get me changed so that I can get married,” Elian teased with a wide grin on his face. “I’m suddenly very anxious.”

His fathers laughed and ushered him into the final changing room as, per tradition, the robe and crown of the future Royal Coração could only be placed inside of the chapel. Elian was thankful for the tradition in that moment because if he’d had to not only dress in his wedding attire but also in the royal robe and crown needed for the ceremony, he might have run away. The gorgeous blood red royal robe and crown awaited him in the changing room before his fathers once again led him to the doors of the inner sanctuary and inside the chapel to marry the kings of Kardalusia.

Chapter Four

Gaige

 When the God Andalusia saw the unspeakable way that humans on Earth treated each other and had no respect for Him or His power, he decided to separate Kardalusia and Sapphrico from Earth forever, and wiped the minds of them all of the two planets where men loved men openly and freely and women loved women with pure abandon. He erased their minds of the knowledge that not only could the men of Kardalusia get pregnant, but so could all of them. And the cities where the three planets met and interacted, Sodom and Gomorrah, was burned to the ground, never to be inhabited ever again.

-
The History and Divinity of Kardalusia
. Chapter Five.

G
AIGE
inhaled quickly as he watched Elian make his way down the aisle toward him, Corbin, and Nevin. He’d been waiting so long for this day, since the first time he’d dreamed of Elian. Gaige had stopped asking for anything from the God Andalusia after the brutal slaughter of his family, but he found himself praying to Him in that moment. Please God, don’t let me fuck this up. I really want him and thank you for bringing Elian, Nevin, and Corbin into my life.

Elian stopped at the edge of the dais and looked up at them all before turning to look at the royal priest who stood waiting for him to join the rest of them. Gaige swallowed back the growl that threatened to burst forth as the priest eyed Elian appreciatively before calling for him to step forward. Elian was his… well his, Nevin’s, and Corbin’s—but no one else’s. As it was, his Zevinx DNA protested the sharing of his coração with anyone else, but his Kartusian DNA combatted that and made him much more amenable to sharing the gorgeous young man with his two other partners. Actually, the thought of sharing Elian with Nevin and Corbin caused his cock to harden and his heart to pound in his chest with throbbing arousal.

Swallowing back the groan that threatened to erupt from his chest, Gaige focused on Elian’s face as he walked closer and closer to them. His Zevinxian form wanted to leap forward and grab Elian and throw him over his shoulder and race off to a dark spot with a flat surface so that Gaige could bury his cock inside Elian’s ass. He knew that wasn’t deemed appropriate behavior, however, and so he clenched his fists and pulled his eyes away from the tempting morsel that now stood at the edge of the dais looking as if he were ready to be sacrificed on the altar of sensual pleasure, ready to be served on the dish of lust.