The Golden General

Aenon sighed softly. Well, by the way Mikhail was scared of him as a child, the impression sure was different... but he knew better now... even if it did not change his view on their difference in abilities.

He knows he was just feeling envious of things that seemed to be so much more difficult for himself.

" I know... I am his big brother... but that doesn't mean he can't be better at things than I am. And... I do not mind it either. Pretty sure I wield a sword better in my non-dominant hand than he does. So we got both our talents. "

An attempt at a joke? Well, certainly an attempt. He didn't want any bitter feelings to manifest, nor seem like they had. Family was important, the one bond they always can trust...

Aenon looked at the flame lion, almost fascinated at the warm sensation of holding it. Warm but not burning... he never really used flame powers, felt too removed from that element... though he would trust Michael on that. Flames were after all... one parents element. So he would try to allow his fathers flame to guide him to what was buried away deep within. Perhaps just a small glimmer. Neglected power drawn to this source of energy.

"Aenon, you are better at things than your younger brother as well. You cannot forget that you are the son of the General of not one god, but two. Even if you cannot see it now, there is power sleeping inside you that you could never imagine."

Michael slowly draws his son over onto his shoulder, allowing him time to search within himself. Even if he couldn't find it this time, he'd have him try again... And again... And again until he got it. Just like when he taught him to fight, how to strengthen his other arm and give some use to his injured one. Michael would never give up on Aenon. Especially now that he knew without a doubt that he was his.

For a moment, he figured he should help Aenon more. Felt he owed it to him as his father... One who hadn't been allowed to be such for millennia. Yet, he shook that thought from his head. Aenon was a strong young man, he'd figure it out on his own. If not, then he'd offer his aid. For now, he'd just believe in his beloved son.

Aenon sat down, listening to Michael, yet confusion remained. Yes, heavens upbringing had been... in some ways strict... but he also was a child of Kalem - someone who encouraged the differing talents of his children. So... which parts were even differing from what heaven allowed?

He closed his eye, to take a moment to search within. But... he hardly even used the powers he did have... how could he know what he was searching for? " You know I'm not like Mikhail... I don't really have much promise in powers... There's... not much... "

"Don't say that. You're my son, and if anyone knows what power you have sleeping in that stubborn body of yours it's me."

Training Aenon those years ago- he'd noticed hints of this or that, but the rules dictated him not allowed to develop them. Hearing his son speak as if the prince were somehow better than him simply because of differing ability... It broke his heart. It surely would have hurt the prince as well.

"The pr-- Mikhail looks up to you, Aenon. You are his elder brother. From how he speaks of you, he will always see you in a brighter light than you see yourself. You need to trust in the faith he has in you."

A smile returns to the General's face and he gently places the flame lion in Aenon's hand. This was his own flame, it would never harm his son or those he wished to protect.

"Imagine this lion is lost and wishes to find its family. Take it into yourself and use its powerful instinct to find the kindred energy I know you have."

Aenon raised his brow and looked at Michael. Not quite believing that. " Wake it up? How even? " Not like he'd even know what to do for it. Disguising wings came natural, but that always was the extend of his abilities in the end when it came to appearance.

"Aenon, we are proud lions. I say this because you seem to take more after me than your mother. But if you are instead a graceful swan, then I will be proud nonetheless. That aside, it is in your blood to shift. If heaven hadn't taken that knowledge from us and hid it away from you, then you'd have no issue... But now, to wake it up at this stage of life..."

Michael hummed thoughtfully, as if he suddenly had to think about the whole thing.

"Sit, we have work to do."

A hand lands on Aenon's shoulder and pushes him down, Michael following suit to sit. He then used his flames to create the image of a lion in his hand.

"Since you didn't happen upon it, my guess is that your strict upbringing up there kept you from exploring what power you had. So now, I'll need you to look inside yourself for any bit of energy that seems off or different. Something that hints at the wild nature of the old world angels."

" You know... I almost feel jealous... so many in the family have in some form a shapeshift ability... " Aenon sighed softly and crossed his arms. " Quite unfair you didn't pass down such ability to me, father. "

"Aenon, my son, your mother and I were both of the old world, so you should-- Wait- have you ever tried?"

Could it be? Could he really, finally fulfill his duty as a father and teach his son something? The thought filled his chest with the heat of pure pride and excitement, igniting the fire within and bringing a large grin to his face. Soon enough he slings an arm around his son's shoulders and pulls him in.

"No need to be jealous! I believe you have the gift as well! We just have to wake it up!"

Kiera was cautious as the other walked over to her, staring at him. Only then her body stiffens when gauging his reaction and not quite expecting to be kissed. Her eyes widen briefly only to stare up at the other as a brief flicker of hope and that desperate energy mixed within it. The poor thing has tried over and over again with no luck. She would grasp onto Michael's forearm as if afraid he'll disappear.

"Please.."

#The General ; IC #faebletales ; Kiera

Michael allowed a smile to come to his face and soon enough he pressed their lips together again, pushing the fae back as he climbed over top of them. Ever gentle, the General was slow in disrobing the other, his wings acting as shields to hide them away.

"No need to plead."

Another kiss was given, then he started to kiss down their body. He wouldn't jump to the main event just because he was asked to. It wasn't like he wouldn't do it, he simply wished to ease the other into it... It seemed such tenderness was desperately needed.

Kalem sighed softly, looking at the lovely faces of his daughters. " I... just am worried to neglect any of my children and spark jealousy amongst them. Mikhail and Aenon had time to grow up, have families on their own before I had more... So I wonder.... how long I should wait... But then again... I raised those two on my own... these have you and Luci... " Kalem shook his head and chuckled softly. " Silly of me, is it not? I should be glad they have family, yet I am just... not used to someone else being able to give them attention... "

"I apologize for that..."

Raising children alone... A burden that shouldn't have been Kalem's to bear. Though, he knew that the Swan loved little ones and probably would scold him for the thought. Even so the General pulled Kalem and the girls close and chuffed softly.

"I should have been there for them both. I should have done more. You deserved a partner even if it was not in the romantic sense."

A hand shifts to stroke over the head of each child, showing equal affection- even for the one that wasn't his.

"You are not silly, dear Swan. You are a mother, a being with a large heart and even larger capacity for love. Nothing said could change that."

" Michael my dear Lion... " Kalem was holding his twins who were comfortably sleeping in his arms. Sweet little angels... " Would I sound greedy... if I were to want more children? "

Michael's eyes sparkle at the sight of his little girl. Though he was a little confused at the fact that the other child was here as well. Alas, he could not feel anything but pure happiness just to be in the presence of children birthed by Kalem.

"Greedy?"

The General chuckles and reaches forward to stroke the head of his darling daughter. Was such greedy?

"I do not believe so. It has always been your wish to have many children. Thus, you seemed to collect more and more until they numbered enough to populate a village."

Again with that silliness, but Kiera didn't bother reacting to it all. She was trapped elsewhere as her emotions were getting harder to reign in as of late. However, the moment that aid was offered gave her pause. No matter the poor experience she had with angels so far, she was oh so desperate.

Not like she can die really if he becomes aggressive. Kiera turned her head to look at Michael, looking him over. "If you're serious, put a baby in me." Her response was blunt and straight to the point. She was used to be denied anyway. "That is what I wish."

#The General ; IC #faebletales ; Keiren

Somehow, Michael wasn't surprised about the 'wish'. There were many in his life that craved children, so he felt some sympathy for this person. While his values of old still rang clear in his head, there was another part of him that stepped forward, bringing his hand to cup this fae's chin and draw them in for a tender kiss. It wasn't guaranteed that he'd succeed, even with the prince's blessing coursing through his veins- but...

"It might take some time."

Kiera had showed zero interesting in accepting his hand. She didn't know many angels but it brought discomfort in a way. Well, this intense power they can feel made her uncomfortable and she can't explain why. Not like fae can die like mortals. A cycle is just reset.

"I won't." The environment made her abilities stronger, aiding her in her goal. Yes she lived centuries with the humans and loved them dearly but they won't be safe from her advances. "I can't.. not until it is done."

"Until what is done?"

Michael finally retracted his hand and decided to sit. If the other wouldn't lift the cold, then he wouldn't leave. He'd said as much already. Though, it did worry him as to why cold would be used unless it was to harm.

Kiera turned her head to look at him when he sat down. It was clear he wasn't going anywhere. She was cautious, unsure if it's alright to say anything at all with the other here. There was doubt he'll leave if she tells him anyway. A hand moved to her stomach, lightly gripping her shirt. "To fulfill my wish.. is all."

#The General ; IC #faebletales ; Kiera

Michael paused a moment, violet eyes watching closely before he heaved a heavy sigh.

"And what would that wish be? Is it something worth making many suffer through cold over?"

The General wasn't normally one to beat around the bush when it came to protecting. Alas, he couldn't simply force them to answer him either. The motion of hand to the other's middle wasn't missed, yet that could mean anything.

"If it is something within my power, I will aid you."

Michael, a divine snake is just staring at you. They're mostly submerged in some deep water, only their head visible. [have a morena~]

"Strange... How familiar..."

A hand soon cups his chin in thought as violet eyes glance towards the snake. Truly, how odd it was. The prodding at his distant memory, the vague recognition of the presence... It was unnerving.

#The General ; IC #detoxedretox ; Morena

It was brief but the king of lust pouts when his hand was taken by the other, glancing up slightly as their hands were pinned. He wanted such sensation after all as he was having such a time and being denied, or so one would think, was hot. Yet, Asmodeus moaned softly as he took over the work instead. The pleasure of it made his body tighten more around the general's shaft.

He wanted to praise the other in such a mocking way but the claiming of his lips wasn't something he expected. But he pushed his lips against his - lips parting in the liplock.

#The General ; IC #faebletales ; Asmodeus

Open mouthed kisses were given, but Michael refused to use his tongue. Something was off about the canal he screwed, so there had to be something he should be avoiding. If it happened to be their fluids then...

That didn't stop him from biting their lower lip, however. Violet eyes fogged over, but still brilliant, stare at their face as he pulls back. He had wanted to get this over with quickly, yet he couldn't find it in himself to go through with that any longer. Instead, muscles flexed and hips swung in a steady pace, slamming hard into the other as he continued to press and rub the sensitive nub between their legs.

Asmodeus moaned in absolute bliss from the roughness, eyes watching the other, breathing out in grunts from each strong thrust. He moved a hand between them, finding his clit to rub roughly to match Michael's pace. "Yes!"

His cunt was squeezing around the general's cock, keeping him inside all nice and snug. The fluids that clung onto his shaft was being absorbed into him, making the man sensitive but also doing something else - not allowing him to ejaculate his seed when the time comes. That'll be on the king's terms.

#The General ; IC #faebletales ; Asmodeus

A deep groan slips from the General. He sensed something was off but couldn't stop himself from continuing to fuck the demon. Though, that didn't mean he'd simply let them do as they wished. A hand grabs their's and pins it, along with the other one, over their head with a growl. That done, he used his free hand- utilizing his thumb to rub the clit they'd been so desperate to stimulate.

No words fall from his lips as they soon found themselves upon the other's. Michael was one who loved such acts- so to keep himself from doing so was... Impossible.

Michael gets jumped by Kalem, who'll bite his cheek before trying to run, giggling.

Michael stares at Kalem for a long moment, letting the other think he'd gotten away with his little stunt-- before the General leaps into action, shifting into a lion and pouncing onto the lovely swan. Wet nose nudges behind his ear, a chuff leaving him before tongue stroked that porcelain neck. Oh, Kalem could do his best, but Michael would find a way to get back at him.

The pheromones smelled different due to the aroused state of this being. A seductive smirk remained on his lips, peering up at the other. The king purrs as a chuckle escaped from him, having a knowing gaze but for something completely different.

A very lewd moan caught in his throat as he was bitten, the pain and pleasure made their eyes darken with desire - the entity's domain. "Ah!" A familiar yet welcoming ache forced into him, legs tightening around him in response.

It was clear that Asmodeus was allowing him take control. As not once he struggled, not once he fought back. After all, the other could have gotten off of him and left and yet here they were...