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Chris couldn't wait. He was absolutely ravenous for Niko's touch. His bemusement at the night’s turn of events had been steadily fading in the ambience of the slow burning passion he and Niko were exchanging.

Niko shifted his body so he was straddling Chris’ knee, his erect cock pulsing against Chris. Chris leaned back on his hands and watched as Niko leaned down and took his right nipple into his mouth, teasing the bud with his teeth as he applied a delicious suction to the area. “This will be a quick blow job. I’m sorry but you’ve got me close already,” Chris moaned and had to rest his weight on one hand as he wrapped the other behind Niko’s head. Chris felt Niko’s grin on his breast, and the rumble Niko emitted vibrated Chris’ chest and sent another jolt of pleasure coursing across his body.

Niko slid over to the next nipple, and devoted the same amount of attention to this one as the one before. Chris rolled his head back and groaned as Niko slid his hand back around Chris’ erect prick. Niko slowly but firmly stroked every inch of Chris’ member as he kissed and nibbled his way down to Chris jeans. Chris felt his pant button come open and the zipper slide down, but didn’t register that both Niko’s hands and mouth were busy. Chris’ huge swollen member popped out of his jeans, and Niko sat up and kissed Chris deep as he slowly pushed Chris down to the floor. Chris propped an arm behind his head and slowly stroked his own cock as he watched this beautiful man position himself against his side, in easy reach of Chris' cock. Niko grabbed the base of Chris’ rigid prick, locked eyes with him and slowly bent his head over to flick his tongue against Chris’ cock head. This elicited a moan from Chris as he cupped his other hand to cradle the back of Niko’s head.

Niko kissed and licked his way down every hard inch of Chris’ cock, never breaking eye contact, which revved Chris up another notch. Niko licked his way back up to the tip of Chris manhood, and with a wicked grin wrapped his plump hot lips around the head, applying light suction. Chris gave a subtle flex of both hip and cock, hummed in the back of his throat, and gently pressed on Niko’s head, offering silent encouragement. Niko arched an elegant brow, and did the most amazing thing Chris had ever seen. Niko, in one fell swoop, took every inch of Chris’ 9 inches into his hot wet throat. “Jesus fuck, you…you’re a god! No chick has ever been able to do this, oh my god. Pl…please don’t stop, babe.” Chris stuttered. Niko decided right then and there to do everything in his power to keep Chris stuttering. A flustered Chris was really hot.

Niko kneaded the base of Chris cock with his lips, applying hard and steady suction while swallowing the copious amount of pre-cum and gently tugged on Chris’ balls. “Holy shit! I…I can feel your throat swallowing around my prick. Ugh…ugh, take that cock man. Oh, man! I’m gonna cum! I’m sorry but huh…Ugh, Ughh, UGHHHH!” Chris yelled out his orgasm, pumping his hips up erratically and holding Niko’s head steady as he shot load after load of jizz down his waiting throat. Niko moaned, swallowing every shot of sweet cum Chris had to give then he got up, and climbed onto Chris’ chest. Niko opened his blanket robe, grabbed his own 8.5 inch cock and started to stroke it as Chris pulled Niko’s face down to engulf him in a deep kiss. Chris could taste himself on Niko’s tongue, and he moaned in pleasure at the taste. Chris then reached his hand up to caress and massage Niko’s cock and balls, helping him jerk off. Chris leaned back from the kiss and stared up at Niko. Watching him jack off on Chris’ chest was a huge turn on. ‘God your so hot’ Chris thought as he locked eyes with Niko’s lust filled ones. “Come on babe, cum for me, cum on my chest pretty baby.” Chris crooned as he continued to watch and help Niko reach his orgasm. Chris stared into Niko’s eyes and watched intently as Niko cried out in release, spewing jet after jet of hot jizz all over Chris’ chest.

Niko smiled as he caught his breathe, then leaned down and slurped and sucked every last drop of cum off of Chris. Chris was starting to get hard knowing what Niko was doing, and was further surprised and rewarded when Niko kissed him, gently mingling tongues and flavors from two loads into Chris’ inexperienced mouth. Chris loved it. Then Niko collapsed against Chris and lay there with his head on Chris’ chest as they both recovered from their passion. There was no reason for words and that was understood by both.

Eventually Niko rose from Chris’ body with a lingering kiss. Chris watched him intently as Niko stood and surveyed the ruins of his room. With a succinct cluck of his talented tongue, Niko sauntered over to the cracked wall,” This won't do at all!” Niko exclaimed.

“I guess it would be ridiculous of me to try and continue to be something I’m obviously not.” Niko stated in a self mocking voice, as he placed his right hand on the damaged wall.

“What do you mean, what are you?” Chris inquired. His heart fluttering in anticipation as Niko met his eyes. His eyes were glowing with a subtle light. Chris was starting to love Niko’s eyes. Chris saw power and mysteries, tempered by a deep wisdom in their crystalline depths.

“I am…a man, but more, much, much more.” Niko answered in a fey tone as he turned back to the cracked wall, running his index finger slowly down the jagged seam. Chris watched in fascination as an unfelt wind stirred Niko’s hair and the blanket he still clutched to his body. “I am a Power of this World. One of the few descendents left from an ancient bloodline. We hold the power of Nature and magick in our hands, Christian. We are the Caretakers. The Guardians. The Gatekeepers. The Holders of the Scales. There are many names for our family, and we come from many different places.” Niko explained, his voice taking on a body and resonance that was nothing like anything Chris had heard in a human voice before.

Chris watched in amazement as Niko’s finger laid a trail of green light down the ragged crack, and where the light faded the damage was gone. It looked as if there had never even been a crack there at all. Chris was grateful he was still sitting on the floor. He would have had to sit down at this blatant display of power. “Are you witches? I’ve heard that said about you.” Chris elaborated in a hushed and confused voice at the dubious look on Niko’s face.

Niko let out a peal of laughter that sounded to Chris like silver bells dipped in honey, “No. Nothing so simple or cliché, but I guess the sentiment behind the name is accurate. We are something the world has forgotten I think, if it ever even had a word for what we are to begin with.” Niko walked over to the shattered window. Stooping to pick up a piece of glass, he turned to the side and held the shard up with his thumb and fore finger. Chris shivered as he watched the tiny shard suffuse with that same verdant light.

Niko caught Chris’ eye and the shard started to glow like a tiny sun, its light reflecting and refracting off of every piece of glass in the room, spraying a rainbow of shifting green light all about. “We all have different skills, and ones that we all hold in common. Like the ability to see into the hearts and minds of others, though it’s only surface thoughts we see, and usually only those that directly involve us. Although, I’ve read in our journal’s that there have been those born with the full gift of telepathy. Suffice it to say that it never ended well for anyone.” Niko didn’t elaborate further on that subject and Chris’ attention was pulled to the drama going on in Niko’s hand anyway.

The swirling spray of lights ceased their dance as the glow seemed to settle into each piece of glass, forming smaller stars then the prime one in Niko’s hand. Niko turned his eyes to stare at the tiny glass sun in his hand, then let go of it. Chris started, thinking the tiny sun would drop to the floor burning a hole through the rich wooden floorboards. He shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was when the star just hung there in mid-air. “There are five Branches of the Mother. Earth, Wind, Fire, Water, and Void. There are the four major branches surrounding the fifth and most supreme, the Void. Most of my line only holds one major Branch and a secondary lesser one in their souls. Many hold two Branches in equal measure and some of those a further tertiary branch in lesser degree. Few hold three in equal measure, and none of them hold a fourth. I don’t know why but if you are blessed with three or more you have no lesser branch. And then there is the rarest of the rare, those holding all four main Branches. In fact, in the past century only a handful of us have been so gifted.” Niko explained in an offhanded way as he awed Chris with his light show. Chris had no shame at the yelp he let out as the shard zipped to hang in the windows frame, and he held no shame as he back peddled on his butt, trying to get out of the way as every fragment of glass in the room zipped into place. The separate pieces formed a web of green light that Niko held in place with will alone as he waved a hand over the window. At his movement, a translucent red glow emanated from his hand and a rippling wave of air, like heat coming off of asphalt, spanned out across the window. As the wave passed, the window reformed into perfect dimensions, looking to Chris as if it had never been shattered by Niko’s rage. Niko then made another sweep of that hand, this time in a circular motion about the room. Chris came back to his senses as a steady but gentle wind of warmth swarmed around the room, quickly and efficiently drying up the water from all the rain that blew in during the storm.

“Who is the Mother? And what about the fifth Branch? How many Branches do you hold, ‘cause I’ve seen at least three I think, which means your strong right?” Chris asked curiously.

“The Mother is what my people call the entity that is the Universe, Christian. It is mother and father to the All. It is the spinner, weaver, and cutter of the threads that connect all life, matter, and realities, and yet It is the dark emptiness of the Void. The Branch of the Void is ever present. We all, strongest to weakest, have that in our souls. It is where the High Magick fomes from. It is the aspect of mystery in all things, pure Mysticism. And it is from that aspect that our common gifts come from. As for your other question…I’m nervous about telling you that. But as far as strength goes, it can be hard to judge. Christian, you have to understand, we live by a strict code of non-violence. And no matter how strong one of us is, we always maintain that code. Some of us only have a trickle of power in which to draw from, even if they were to hold all four Branches. For others it’s more like a babbling brook, and yet for others a strong stream, or even a raging river. Though, usually, the more Branches one can draw from the more powerful they are likely to be.” Niko said though it made Chris nervous that he wasn’t meeting his eyes.

“If that’s so then what are you? What is your strength? How many of the Branches do you hold in your soul, Niko?” Chris asked. Niko finally met his eyes, and the look of anxiety on his face really freaked Chris out. “I mean, from your analogy, does that mean that there is also those whose power flows as deep and strong as the Sea?” Chris asked in a soft voice.

Niko blinked, took a deep breathe and squared his shoulders as if to brace for an impact. “Yes, Christian, there are those who hold that much of the Mothers bounty in them. It’s rare but not unheard of. They usually end up being our Wise Ones. They are our leaders, and teachers, and Elders because they know the Mother so much more intimately. They are the Mothers Conduits, Her Voice here on Earth, a Vessel of Her power. It is said that their kind are immortal, and helped the Mother to sow the Gardens of Creation. But that’s just a legend, we age and die like all of the Mothers creations. We are just…hardier then most. But, as I said we live by a strict code to do no harm.” Niko spoke in a tight voice, as if each word was forced.

‘All that power in one person’s hands... Too much power?’ Chris mused to himself. Niko flinched and Chris remembered too late to censor his thoughts, he’d have to remember that in the future. “Nikolas. Why did you say we, like that?” Chris asked in a hushed voice, dawning fear making him whisper.

Niko sighed in dread. “Because, as you already suspect Chris… I am one of the Mother’s Conduits. And I hold all Branches of the Mother,” Niko whispered, and then defiantly looked Chris in the eyes. “In full and equal measure, I am one of the ones whose power you could compare to the Sea.”

“Wow.” Chris deadpanned.

To be continued…