The Torn Weft ~ COMPLET

The Torn Weft ~ The Equinox ~END

Note: And that's the end of the adventures of Misery, Gwen and Griffin. I hope you enjoyed their stories.

I invite you on my twitter account for the bonus video of the last chapter as well as the trailer and the presentation of the new story.

It's already being written and will be in the ABO genre with Mpreg. It will be published in September.

Thank you for tuning in every week and I hope to see you soon.

Love

Charlie

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On Thursday, September 22, 2022, the sun was setting behind the tall buildings of New York. Its red and golden rays bathed Gey's room in delicate and contrasting shadows. Gey stood at his window, staring into space. Misery walked over to him and wrapped his arms around Gey's waist. He pulled his arms tightly over his stomach, clinging to his back. His nose nuzzled the back of the hybrid's neck. Gey sighed in comfort and clasped his hands over his stomach.

— What if tonight was the end of the world?

Misery hugged his partner tighter.

— Then I'll spend it with you.

Gey turned in Misery's arms. He put his arms around the Cerberus' neck and pulled his face close.

— Tomorrow is the first day of a new era. You feel it, don't you? Why are you so serene?

Misery moved his hands up Gey's back and brought his face forward until their noses touched. The caress was tender and measured.

— Griffin asked me to burn this world and the next and I did and I would do it again. Gwen has saved more lives than anyone else, but you do more, you create a new world out of the ashes of the old.

Their lips touched at last and the kiss they exchanged tasted of infinity.

The last rays of the sun glowed red, turning indigo as they rolled over on the bed. Their lips never left each other. Their tongues danced. The world could explode, but they didn't care, because the world was reduced to the two of them. Misery left Gey's mouth to kiss his cheek, his chin, down his throat, tasting his skin with her tongue and teeth as Gey bowed his head in an act of surrender and willing submission. The hybrid savoured the pressure of the teeth on his skin, holding back a moan. He tightened his arms around the muscular shoulders, kneading them with his full hand. Misery was finally here, under his fingers, warm and alive. He arched his back, mutely ordering the Cerberus to continue. He wanted him closer to him. Gey tugged at the white shirt, pulling it up over his back until it was off. Misery grunted at having to leave the skin, but when he met the eyes with their dilated pupils, he smiled... A smile that echoed in Gey's stomach. Misery saw envy and impatience as well as delicate modesty. His smile deepened at the appearance of a bit of Gwen at that moment. Then, as he had done with Griffin, he took Gey's hand and placed it on his chest, sliding it to his stomach and waist. Gey stared at his own fingers as if he couldn't believe it. The skin was elastic and thin... so hot. His fingers tightened as he discovered the geography of her abs. Misery let go of him but Gey moved his hand down the waistband of the jeans. He swallowed as he noticed the taut fabric and his mouth went dry with envy. He slowly looked up at Misery. Her face expressed the same hunger as his.

Without taking his eyes off him, Misery, kneeling between Gey's legs, unbuttoned his jeans, revealing his nakedness. Gey was paralysed. Not from fear, but not from impatience. He knew that if he moved, he would not be able to hold back. He wanted this man. He wanted his Cerberus. It was when he saw Misery's hands disappear into his jeans that Gey's last dams collapsed. He got up quickly and slammed into Misery. He wanted it and he would get it. The movement capsized the Cerberus. They both fell off the bed with a thud, but the shock or pain didn't stop Gey from grabbing Misery's face and forcing a devastating kiss. He sucked in his breath, he sucked his tongue, he drank his saliva. When the Cerberus' large hands took hold of his buttocks he grunted and lowered his hips. Misery was lying on the floor, his jeans in the middle of his legs, and he was kneeling on top of him. Clinging to the Cerberus's lips, he rubbed his sex against his, the fabric of his jogging pants both bothering and exciting him. The desire had turned into need. Their mouths separated to better meet in another angle. Misery sucked on the full lips, seeking his tongue as his hands went under the fabric of the jogging suit and boxer shorts to take hold of the round buttocks. He loved his buttocks. Soft, but not flabby. Bulging just the way he liked it. Without waiting he lowered the clothes onto Gey's thighs. His hands left his cheeks to rest on his chest. He lifted himself out of the clothes as he kissed Misery's throat, sucking on the Adam's apple, biting the skin of his shoulder. It was never enough. Would it ever be? When he settled back down, their sex touched, eliciting a muffled moan. Gey began to move his hips hungrily, increasing the friction of their members. His skin was covered with a veil of sweat that Misery enjoyed licking. With his forehead resting against Misery's cheek, his eyes closed, he couldn't stop himself from moving. More, always more, never enough, but he didn't want to leave this friction for anything.

The room echoed with their lovemaking. Sounds of kissing, skin sliding, friction and their moans...Misery was kissing his shoulder, biting it, holding back from returning the favour for fear of letting go completely. He passed his right hand between them, squeezing their sex and masturbating them quickly. The pleasure was twisting his stomach but he knew it wouldn't be enough. His left hand stroked the buttocks insistently, for that was where he wanted to cum. To become one with Gey. His finger was insistent, but they were both surprised when Gey came with a scream as Misery squeezed his tailbone, where the Chaos Demon's cock should have been. Gey collapsed on top of Misery, gasping for breath. Misery stroked his back with his fingertips to calm him and laughed softly. Gey could feel Misery's still powerfully erect sex against his stomach. He blinked to regain his senses and find something to say. He opened his mouth but could only let out a cry as Misery rolled over, reversing their position on the carpet at the foot of the bed. He took the opportunity to kick off his jeans and settled back between Gey's thighs.

— Now it's my turn.

The deep sound of Misery's voice made Gey shiver. He liked seeing him like this. Passionate, eager, and Gey loved the feeling of being desired as something priceless and revered. Without modesty, he spread his thighs, bending his legs to invite him in. Misery straightened up on his knees, his sex in his hand, which he stroked almost absentmindedly. He admired the man who was his. Nothing feminine, but all grace and sensuality ignored... What could be said of his personality? He had loved Gwen immediately, he had desired Griffin like crazy, he had loved Griffin and desired Gwen...and now he had Gey. Desire and love, together and to him.

The tension between them went up a notch as Gey replicated Misery's lustful movements on himself. Their hands moved up and down in time with each other as he kept his eyes on each other. Gey's manhood was awakening again. Gey ran his tongue between his lips, and slid it across his bottom lip silently articulating the Cerberus' name. He answered with an impatient growl. Gey's eyes shifted behind the Cerberus, to the nightstand. The latter understood the message and turned to take the gel from the nightstand.

As Misery kissed Gey again, his hand preparing the young man's intimacy, a vibration in the ether was felt. It was inaudible, yet they felt it like a low—voltage electric current. It ruffled their hair in a pleasurable way, heightening their desire. Gey had a fleeting thought of Sytry who had worked for this. Gathering all those capable of using magic from around the world. He silently thanked him. Sytry had done his part.

Misery took his time with Gey. Slowly one finger after another, seeking the comfort of his partner. He wanted him to be soft, welcoming, and willing. It was only when Gey squirmed with impatience, his eyes closed as he gasped with pleasure and begged him to take him that he consented to release him from his fingers. Gey half—opened his eyes, his vision blurred. He pulled Misery in for an eager kiss as he wrapped his long legs around the Cerberus' hips.

When Misery plunged into Gey, it could be the end of the world as much as the beginning. This was their moment. The moment when they became one. The moment when nothing existed but their love, the desire for their bodies and the desire for each other. It was the moment when the vibration reached its peak and then... point by point across the United States, then the globe... the magic exploded and tore the veil.

As Misery sank deeper and deeper, responding to Gey's moans, the Weft fell, releasing the magic and the Between Worlds. The two worlds became one, magic was free, bringing knowledge of each other to every person and living creature. The veil was torn, resetting the whole universe, balancing the forces, balancing the worlds, unlocking the secrets.

As Misery finally collapsed, climaxing, and Gey wrapped his arms around him, cradling him, something emerged from the magic. A new Weft was taking place. Unlike the old one, this one was not hidden. As Misery had predicted.

A new world was born from the Torn Weft.