Villain's Second Heart: Trapped in A Fantasy Novel (BL)-Chapter 131: Night on the Mountain Part 3 (Suggestive)

The room was quiet - not a sound from within our without. Ezra sat over Oberyn, running his fingers through the Nephilim’s hair as he shifted slowly beneath him.

The draining was complete. The curse mark, moments ago pulsing with violent energy, now lay dormant between his soft skin. Oberyn looked like a different person already - color returned to his cheeks, and the light behind his amber eyes was softer and subdued.

Ezra helped him sit up, holding a cup of water to his lips.

"Better?"

Oberyn nodded, then leaned against Ezra’s shoulder with a soft sigh. "So much better," he murmured. "Like a thousand pounds just got peeled off me."

Ezra chuckled. "Good. Because if I had to bite your neck again, I might start developing some habits..."

Oberyn smiled, his fingers finding Ezra’s hand and intertwining their fingers gently. "Like you don’t already have bad habits."

Ezra didn’t answer, just leaned down and kissed Oberyn’s forehead. The kiss lingered, then moved to his nose. Then his cheek. Then the corner of his mouth. Each kiss melted a little more of the tension away.

Their lips finally met in a slow, open-mouthed kiss that descended quickly from romance to feral hunger. Oberyn shifted and climbed slowly into Ezra’s lap, straddling him and resting his forehead against Ezra’s with a shuddering breath.

"You... you’re really here," Oberyn whispered.

Ezra cupped his cheeks. "Not going anywhere. You’re the one who needs to not get teleported away again, got it?"

The Nephilim chuckled softly. "Yeah..." he said quietly. "I was...so scared, for a while. And then so relieved, and now. Now I don’t know what I am."

Oberyn traced a scar on Ezra’s forearm, brushing it with his lips. "I thought I’d lost you."

"Not a chance," Ezra said, kissing him again. "I’ve already traveled across worlds to find you, Oby. I’d do it again in a heartbeat if I have to. You’re not getting rid of me that easy!"

They stayed like that, tangled in soft touches and tangled sheets. The only sound was the slow rhythm of their breathing, the occasional sigh, the rustling of fabric as they shifted to pull each other closer.

Ezra leaned back against the headboard and Oberyn laid atop him, head resting over his heart. They stayed like that for a while, Ezra absentmindedly running his fingers up and down Oberyn’s spine.

"You’re warm," Oberyn said softly, his eyes half-lidded.

"You’re...unusually heavy," Ezra teased. "But I like it."

A low chuckle escaped the Nephilim. "You like everything about me."

"Guilty."

They lapsed into silence again. It wasn’t the heavy silence of uncertainty, but something softer. Like a lullaby.

Oberyn lifted his head slightly. "I’m scared," he admitted. "Of Jan. Of what’s coming. Of the curse. This was the worst it’s gotten...but it could have been much, much worse than even this."

Ezra brushed his thumb along his jaw. "Me too. But none of it matters unless we let it. As long as I have you, Oby... we can face anything."

Oberyn closed his eyes and settled again. "Promise me something?"

"Anything."

"Don’t let me disappear. Even if the curse gets worse. Even if I... change. I want to stay myself. I want to stay yours."

Ezra kissed the top of his head. "You’re not going anywhere. I promise."

Outside, a soft wind rustled through the mountain estate. Crystals embedded in the sconces glimmered faintly, casting a gentle glow across the stone walls. The bed creaked as they shifted again, Ezra turning to lie fully beside Oberyn, spooning him from behind.

Oberyn reached back and grabbed Ezra’s hand, pulling it tightly across his chest.

The two of them lay in silence. The fatigue of battle, healing, and raw emotion finally caught up with them. Their breaths slowed. Their bodies softened.

Ezra pressed one final kiss to the back of Oberyn’s neck before his eyes drifted closed. His arm remained wrapped around the Nephilim’s waist, keeping them locked in a quiet promise.

Oberyn was asleep in moments. Ezra wiggled his lover a few times and whispered to get his attention, but he was out like a log. And so Ezra allowed himself to drift away as well.

They slept in each other’s arms, the quiet night holding them like a secret. And for the first time in what felt like forever, the world outside didn’t matter.

And then, late in the night, Oberyn found himself stirred awake again. A slight smirk crossed his lips as he turned fully around to face Ezra.

He was surprised to find Ezra’s violet eyes already staring back at him.

"Can’t sleep?" Ezra asked, brushing Oberyn’s hair.

"I just remembered something," Oberyn smiled.

"Oh? What’s that?"

"A little while ago...I told you I’d return the favor, didn’t I? You drained me. Now...let me drain you."

Oberyn disappeared under the covers, a mischievous lump hovering over Ezra. Ezra made a motion to lift up the comforter, but the Nephilim slapped his hand away.

"Nuh-uh," Oberyn said playfully. "You just lay back and relax. Don’t mind me under here."

Ezra smirked and tilted his head back as the Nephilim got to work underneath the covers. He couldn’t see what was happening, but he could feel it - and somehow, not being able to see made it that much more intense.

Oberyn started with just touching - first with his hands, as they greedily explored every inch of Ezra’s body, and then with his mouth when just touching was no longer enough. The bulge in the covers where Oberyn’s head was started at the human’s chest, licking and kissing him all over, before moving downward over his abs, and finally lower. He kissed around Ezra’s thighs, making Ezra feel tingly and ticklish. He squirmed under the sheets but Oberyn held him steady.

All Ezra heard was a soft, muffled voice from the sheets:

"Stop moving or I might bite something."

"You say it like it’s a - "

He was interrupted mid-sentence, gasping in shock as Oberyn’s mouth found the most titillating and sensitive place to be. Ezra leaned forward as he was guided into the Nephilim’s eager and awaiting mouth, and underneath the blankets he heard the sound of slobbering and lip smacking.

Oberyn moaned into him. Submissive as he was to Ezra, the mere act of pleasuring him with his mouth was enough to get them both riled up beyond comprehension. The talking faded away into grunts and moans as the pair of them no longer needed words to communicate.

Oberyn said all he needed to say with his body - with his mouth, though it was not talking that preoccupied his full, pink lips. He wrapped Ezra around his mouth and bobbed his head up and down dutifully, diligently.

And suddenly a wet popping sound as Oberyn took a quick break.

"Do you want me to finish you off like this...?" Oberyn asked, blushing even though he couldn’t be seen.

"Yeah."

"Okay...I will. But only if you promise me something."

Ezra raised an eyebrow. Making promises mid-blowjob? This was strange behavior even for Oberyn.

"Anything," Ezra said. Not only was he devoted fully to Oberyn - but he really, really wanted him to keep going.

"Next time, I want to do it. I’m ready."

"Do...what?" Ezra tilted his head. He was too tired and horny to put the pieces together.

His whole body twitched as Oberyn’s tongue traced along him, wet and warm.

"Next time, I want to have sex. I want you to take me. Finally take me."

Ezra’s eyes rolled back, his member pulsing just from the words alone. "Ohhh..." Ezra realized. His face burst into a smile from ear to ear.

"Promise," Ezra said. "Now be a good boy and get back to work down there, hm?"

And on that note, Oberyn devoured him. Ezra couldn’t last another three minutes before his body began its convulsions and he released all his pent up stress, frustration, and brainpower - which Oberyn gratefully swallowed whole.

Ezra sank down into the bed, deflated and empty. Oberyn’s golden hair popped out from under the sheets first, followed by his sparkling amber eyes. He looked right at Ezra and wrapped his body around his human.

"Delicious..." Oberyn purred, putting his head on Ezra’s chest. But as he did, Ezra noticed something strange - something he’d never observed from Oberyn before.

The Nephilim’s stomach grumbled. He was hungry - no, starving.

"Was that your stomach?" Ezra asked, somewhat alerted.

Oberyn turned red, tilting away from Ezra. "Uh...yeah..." he said, holding his stomach. "I..."

Oberyn gulped. There was never going to be an easy time to tell Ezra what happened atop the mountain. And this moment was as good as any to finally break the silence he’d maintained.

"I didn’t intend to hide it from you," Oberyn started. "But there wasn’t a good way for me to bring it up...but..."

"What’s wrong, Oby?"

The Nephilim instinctively reached for his back, where his wings emerge from.

"When you found Jan and I...we weren’t just talking. She took a piece of my wings, and fed it to the mountain. And now...now I have been imparted with the sin of Gluttony."