Love Through the Ages

God of Flowers Part 4

Rated M

Matthew reached his hand out, all it would take is one sharp motion and the God of Flowers would be laying underneath him silently. It was completely deserved! That....IMPUDENT God had tried casting a bewitchment spell, on him! HIM, the God of the Sun, one of the most important gods there was! That....insolent God had tried bewitching him, the Sun God, the God he was subservient to.

Matthew's hand never reached the god's throat. It took too much effort for the god to muster. Instead, his hand landed on the Flower God's chest.

Did Matthew ever mention how beautiful Alfred was? If the circumstances were any different, Matthew was sure he would try and court the Flower God.

Matthew brought his hands down to the Flower God's waist, somehow the trance's affects had dispersed.

You know, the thought of courting the Flower God didn't seem so bad now.

Matthew lowered his head and nuzzled the Flower God's neck. If there was no adverse reaction from his possible mate, then Matthew would go to the second step of the courting ritual.

His flower didn't seem to mind the nuzzling, so Matthew continued the courting process. The next step of the courting ritual was combining the two god's magic. If there was no rejection, then the two gods would mate and produce a new god combined from the two god's magic. Another important thing to know is that a mating bind could never be broken. A god could have multiple bonds, but none of those bonds could ever be broken.

His flower gave no reaction to Matthew slowly bringing their magic together, so Matthew continued combining their magic.

His flower's magic was amazing. It was bright and bubbly, it was alive and beautiful. It was everything Matthew could have ever wanted.

Matthew grabbed his flower's magic strand and slowly began intertwining it with his. Their strands created a beautiful symphony. His burning conviction contrasted with his flower's airy ideals. His fiery courage combined with his flower's lively stubbornness. His shy soft side mingled with his flower's lively side. If any other god had been present they would have cried at the perfect unity of Alfred and Matthew.

Matthew felt the combined strand sitting between them, it was time to take that thread and plant it.

Matthew grabbed that strand and had his body absorb it. He felt it slowly migrate down to his photosphere. It gave him this weird feeling of elation.

Matthew felt his sunspot flare up. It was time to plant his seed.

Matthew grabbed Alfred and flipped him onto his stomach. Alfred let out a slight groan at the manhandling, other than that there were no objections, but Matthew supposed even if his flower didn't want it, it would be pure suicide to deny him, one of the Great Eight Gods, anything he wanted.

Matthew surveyed what was about to be his mate. There was a dark green cloak covering his flower's body from head to toe. That would have to go.

Matthew grabbed the cloak and ripped it off. Under the cloak was a simple white button up shirt. It wouldn't impede what Matthew was about to do, so it could stay. Below the shirt were some dark blue pants being held up by a leather belt. Matthew didn't want to deal with the annoyance of flipping his flower over and undoing his pants and belt, so Matthew simply grabbed the belt, pants, and whatever was underneath and pulled.

Alfred's pants and undergarments were all ripped apart. It left the poor Flower God unprotected from a certain Sun Gods advances.

Matthew readied and pushed into his flower's flower bud.

It was warm and comforting. It was perfect. Matthew let out a moan at the amazing feeling around him.

Matthew heard a quiet grunt from his flower. It might have been nicer to prepare his flower, but he just couldn't wait for them to be joined.

Matthew gave a slow, experimental thrust into his flower's heat. It felt amazing. Matthew wouldn't last long.

Matthew set a fast pace. Every time his hips collided with his flower's he let out a small moan. His flower remained oddly silent.

Matthew was close, a couple more thrusts and he would be done.

Matthew released his seed, impregnating his flower. Matthew could see the gleam of perspiration on his dear flower's forehead when he leaned over. His sapphire eyes were thoughtful.

His flower caught his lips in a sweet kiss. It was nice, comforting even. It had been amazing.

Finally, with a sigh content, Matthew pulled his flower into a warm embrace. It was far too easy to fall asleep to the lull of his flower's voice and heartbeat.

Matthew never noticed the slight glow coming from Alfred's eyes.