Aqrabuamelu Boyfriend: Vasumat Part Two (complete)

I’m an asshole, and I know it. A man I adore opens his soul to me, tells me he loves me, and I run like a bat out of hell. I am the biggest asshole in the entire Ruby Empire. I am worse than an asshole - I am shit that falls from the asshole. I don’t even deserve to be stepped on. I need to be swept into the sewer where I belong.

“You should at least go see him.” Erameni has gently tried to broach the topic several times since then. Now, she’s saying it directly to me. She’s fed up, and if she’s fed up, that means something.

“I stepped on his foot and ran away from him. You do not recover from a situation like that, Erameni,” I grumble.

The Golden Festival is well under way. From the window of Erameni’s keep, I can see the gold and black tents and smell the food being cooked in celebration. 

“Go see him. As your queen, I command it,” Erameni snaps at me.

“You know how kittens try to seem ferocious?” I sigh at her.

Erameni scowls. “You love him too! I know you do.”

“Oh, you’re happily married with a baby on the way,” I scoff. “What do you know?” I try to busy myself by cleaning her room. It must be the millionth time I have done so.

Erameni grabs my wrist and tugs me in her direction. “I understand why you panicked. Trust me. There are days I still worry that I am not good enough or even worthy of my Rajarshi. But that is not what matters. Vasumat loves you. It doesn’t matter who you are. He will love you regardless. That’s what love is.”

I pull myself away. “I don’t think you fully understand. There is a lot of expectation placed on Vasumat’s shoulders. He’s the son of Malik, slayer of demons, living legend, protector of the children, and the giant that roams the fields. Vasumat is expected to carry that legacy as well as pass it on.” I shake my head. “There is nothing he can pass on with me.”

Eameni’s lips part slightly. “I’m pregnant with-”

“No,” I snap at her. “No.” My voice drops low. “It doesn’t matter who I lay with or what seed goes into me,” my voice quivers. “I am a hollow vessel, Erameni. I hold things inside me, but I cannot keep them alive.”

Erameni’s expression sinks into heartbreak. “Lady Amora… I didn’t know! I’m so-”

I smile at her and place my fingertips to her lips. “I made peace with it a very long time ago. But I don’t think Vasumat ever could. He deserves a mate who can give him a family and tons of annoying little kids.” The back of my throat feels numb, and my eyes begin to burn again.

“Do you know what he wants?” Erameni comes close to me, speaking softly. “Is that even something he has asked of you?”

“It’s what he deserves,” I mumble. I take her hand, holding it lovingly. “I just want him to be happy. I just want Vasumat to smile like he does, with those dimples, and his hair and his-” My tears flow freely, and I fall down, sobbing, as Erameni holds me in her arms. She starts to cry too, blubbering with me until Rajarshi comes into the room, expecting a happy wife and hot tea with cookies.

“What is going on in here?” he asks cautiously.

Erameni tries to explain, but it only comes out in squeaks and sobs. Rajarshi sighs, scooping his wife up into his arms. He helps me to stand and places his hand on my head. 

“Amora, I’ve known you since you were small--I mean, a child,” he quickly says. “I have never seen you in such hysterics. You were always, well, a bit intimidating.”

I sniffle and rub my eyes. “It is nothing to concern yourself with, my king.”

“You have my pregnant wife sobbing. I believe it’s time I understand what is happening.” He sets Erameni down, then kneels before me. “Now tell me, as a friend, as my wife’s closest confidant - why are you crying so?”

I take in a deep breath and slowly release it. “Vasumat confessed he loved me after I discovered Malik was being poisoned.” I gaze up into Rajarshi’s eyes. For a moment, I feel safe. “He confessed, and I ran away.”

“Let me start by saying that all of our country is grateful to you. You’re the hero that saved our hero. I wish you would let me thank you at the festival properly.” Rajarshi lays his hand on my shoulder again.

“I told you, I don’t want to be thanked. I did what anyone would do. Just because Malik is special, that doesn’t make my act special.” I wipe my nose on my sleeve.

“Second,” Rajarshi sighs, “Why did you run away? Men and women would literally claw their own eyes out for a chance to hear Vasumat say he loved them. Yet you ran away?”

“I stomped on his foot and ran away,” I grumble.

Rajarshi opens his mouth to say something, but shuts it, nodding his head slowly. 

“The very thing you have me here for is the very reason I cannot let Vasumat love me,” I confess. “The poisons I took as a child have completely robbed me of the ability to be a viable mate to anyone.”

Rajarshi frowns harshly. “A mate is not someone who bears offspring. A mate is someone you join with as one, pledging loyalty, love, and honor to. A mate is not a brood sow, a mate is an equal. That is why I married Erameni, because she is my equal, my better.” He places his hand over his chest. “Why do you speak like this when you know better, Amora?”

I shake my head and avoid looking at him. “Because Vasumat deserves it! He deserves a family. He deserves a wife who won’t fail him like his mother did!”

“His mother abandoned them,” Rajarshi snarls. His tone is severe and dark all of a sudden. “She forsook her duties, her vows as a partner, as a parent. Those are true failings, Amora. The failure you think you possess is not a real one. Your parents failed you.”

I swallow the painful lump in my throat.

“You deserve a family as well,” Rajarshi whispers. “Don’t you?”

I finally look back at him, tears streaming down my face.

“Don’t you think,” he starts gingerly, “that by running away from Vasumat, you did the very thing his mother did?”

“I know,” I hang my head. “But I was so scared! Erameni and you are the only people in the world who know this!”

“Doesn’t Vasumat deserve to know?” Rajarshi asks. “Let him decide what’s right for him before you make that choice.”

“How can I even approach him now?” I whisper. I sink to my knees and hold my head in my hands. “How can I even look at him after what I did?”

“You just have to approach him,” Erameni replies.

I gather up all my courage that evening, and go down to the knight’s wing, where everyone seems to be winding down from practice. I see Vasumat across the room, dealing with a couple of young trainees. He’s wearing a helmet, which means he just finished with a practice fight. I walk around the field, coming into his line of vision. 

His eyes look up towards me, and I feel a crushing blow to my chest. I don’t deserve to be looked at by him. I don’t deserve to be forgiven. He shoos away the young men, then approaches me, keeping some distance between us.

“What are you doing here?” He sounds neither angry or happy to see me, which somehow makes it worse.

“I came to apologize.” I look down at my hands, but I know he will not see me as genuine if I cannot look him in the eyes. I lift my head and try to keep my neck stiff. “As well as to see how Malik is doing now.”

There is a slight change to his eyes. They seem lighter and brighter. “He’s walking again,” he chokes. “Thanks to you.” He tilts his head. “How about that apology, then?”

“Right.” I screw up my courage again. “I would never hurt you, not for anything. I would rather die than know I made you cry. I know that what I did caused a bigger wound than you would ever let on. I did the thing you have feared most in the world - reopened the first wound you ever received.” I press my palms flat to my chest. “I will do anything to fix what I’ve done. I miss you, but I do not expect you to forgive me.”

Vasumat takes his helmet off and, to my horror, his hair has been sheared off. I stare with my jaw on the floor, and then I look into his eyes. “What have you done?”

“I only had my hair because I knew you loved it. In my anger, I got rid of it.” He sets the helmet down on the railing. “I just want to know why you ran away from me, Amora.” His voice is grim. “Give me that, and I will give you my answer.”

My mouth goes dry all the way down to my throat. “I cannot bear children.”

Vasumat furrows his brow. “What does that have to do with me?”

“Don’t you-” I feel like I am crumbling. “Don’t you want a family?”

Vasumat bows his head down towards me. “I want a wife,” he says. “When did I ever give you the idea I wanted children?”

I can’t speak. I’m shivering as I try to keep from outright sobbing.

“I see boys and girls go to war and never come back,” Vasumat whispers. “I have raised children in my ranks who I know will carry on my legacy.” He puts his hand on the nape of my neck and pulls me in close, placing his forehead against mine. “The only thing I am missing is you.”

“Are you sure?” The tears are falling heavier now.

“Yes,” he breathes.

I run my fingers along the back of his head, where now he only has small wisps of curls. “I’m so sorry, Vasumat. I’m so sorry!”

He presses a small kiss to my lips. “I forgive you,” he murmurs. Then he pulls back, and his green eyes look me over.

“Aren’t… aren’t you-” I swallow, despite how dry my throat is. “Aren’t you going to say it?” I ask him timidly.

“Not until you do.” Vasumat kisses my cheek and temple. “So say it.”

I take a shuddering breath. His lips graze against mine, and I lean in just as he pulls away. Looking up again, I realize he is not backing down. “I love you.”

Vasumat smiles, dimples and everything. “I love you too, Mo.”

He picks me up over the railing and holds me, kissing me all over.

That evening, we meet in our special spot again. It feels like forever since we were last here. Vasumat lays in my lap, and I play with the tiny curls in his hair.

“Why did you never tell me?” he asks. “What did you think would happen?”

“I never thought it was important,” I confess. “I simply believed it didn’t matter in the long run. I always wanted you to be happy. It never really occurred to me that you would be happy with me. So I let all that go.”

“I thought I had made it very clear that you were the one who made me the happiest.” Vasumat rises from my lap. He places his arms on either side of me and makes me look into his eyes. “And yes, before you say anything, I have had lots of lovers. I partake in the orgies often. But you were always the one I wanted to be with most.”

“Will that change?” I wrap my arms around his neck. “Or will I have to suffer all your desires alone?”

Vasumat smirks. “I want a wife, not a dead wife,” he teases. “But I would very much love for us to share.”

“Remember that one night in the tents?” I whisper to him. “You had that one knight in your hand and me in the other?”

Vasumat licks my lips. “You’re making me hungry, Mo.” He chuckles. “There will be a tent like that one down at the festival grounds. Should we go?”

I run my hand down his chest. “If you’d like.” 

Vasumat’s lip curls over his teeth. “What would you like?” He slowly peels open my robe.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you in the middle of a pile,” I tease. His fingers slip across my breasts, and his fingers pinch the flesh gently. “A couple of cocks fighting over you.”

Vasumat laughs. “I see. You like seeing me on my knees.” He kisses down my chest, his tongue gliding down my skin. “What else?”

“What else?” I grunt as his kisses go lower. “I wouldn’t mind seeing someone’s head between my thighs. Someone with lots of hair.”

Vasumat bites my thigh, then glares up at me. “It will grow back.”

I kiss him, reaching down to unbuckle his belt. “I’ll watch you while you’re sucking cocks, your eyes turned towards me as I ride someone’s face.”

“Mmm,” he growls as his smirk perks the corners of his lips. “Sounds like a fun night.” His hand slips between my thighs. Two fingers push inside me while his thumb rubs my clit. He moans in my ear. “Are you wet thinking about me?”

“Are you hard thinking about sucking dick?” I purr to him.

“Maybe I am,” he laughs. “Mo… I can’t believe how wet you are.” He pulls his fingers out, showing me how my fluid stretches between his fingers like strands of a spider’s web. “You’re an absolute mess.” He presses his fingers against my tongue, making me taste myself.

I suck his fingers, biting them as he pulls away. “You made the mess. Take responsibility,” I huff at him.

Vasumat chuckles. “I have an idea.” He eases his fingers back inside me. 

“I don’t like how that sounds,” I mewl.

“You’ll like it, maybe.” He licks his tongue across his teeth. “But how about we don’t have sex until we marry?”

“That’s cruel,” I huff. I wriggle against his hand. “And all that talk about the tents! Not to mention, your fingers are deep inside me as we speak.”

“Listen,” Vasumat moans. “We can do all sorts of fun stuff. We can join the orgies, touch, kiss, heavy pet, but we save the main event for our wedding.”

“What wedding?” I whimper.

Vasumat kisses me. His fingers moving inside me and across my clit make my knees go weak. I gasp and sigh into his mouth, making a soaking mess of his palm. I’m dizzy as he pulls away, and my vision is spinning. 

“Our wedding.” Vasumat licks his palm. 

I loop my arms around his neck. “You’ve not given me a closet yet.”

“Hey, those things are expensive,” he laughs. “But of course, I’m making you one. I’ve wanted to marry you since the day I set eyes on you.” He lays down beside me, rubbing his cocks against my thigh. “Remember our first time?”

“It was here,” I pant. “I asked you how you masturbated.”

“You trapped me,” Vasumat growls. He keeps rubbing himself against my thighs and ass. He gasps, panting hard as he ruts against me. “I remember being so scared I was going to hurt you,” he moans into my ear. “You were so small. Your pussy was so perfect and my cocks were awful monsters.”

I pull him between my thighs, letting him rut between them. “Those awful monsters made me come better than my fingers ever did.” I turn my head, kissing him as he rides my thigh. “You kept begging for me after that.”

“I still do.” Vasumat gasps and his hips shudder. He thrusts forward, his come shooting from both tips on my belly and thighs.

“Look who’s making a mess again,” I tease him.

Vasumat pants, gulping down big breaths. “This is going to be hard,” he moans. “I love you, Mo.”

“I love you too.” I kiss him as he moves into my arms.

The Golden Festival held every autumn is a celebration of the Aqrabuamelu escaping slavery, and being awarded the island as their kingdom. There are all sorts of events planned, and feasts thrown by the royal family. There is also the Gold Ring tournament, which honors Malik and his service to the kingdom.

This year will be the first time Malik attends the festival since he became ill. I am to escort Malik to the grounds, where we will sit with Rajarshi and Erameni. Malik looks well. He is still weak, but he looks the best he has in a long time.

“You don’t need to watch me so closely, Amora,” he chuckles. “I will not fall apart, I promise you.”

“I promised Vasumat.” I hold onto his arm while he walks. “Besides, I will worry about you for the rest of my life.”

“I do not ask for that, Amora,” Malik replies. “You know my only request of you.” 

We come to the royal seat where Rajarshi greets us. “Welcome, old friend! It’s so wonderful to see you out and about again.” Rajarshi kisses Malik’s cheeks.

“I must admit, it is good to be seen again,” Malik takes a seat beside Erameni. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen my son compete. Is he any good?” he asks with a laugh.

“Vasumat is the greatest warrior this land has seen since you,” Rajarshi beams with pride. “We are extremely lucky to have him.”

Malik sighs with relief. “I am glad he is strong. But if I may be honest with you, my king, I always wished for him to be kind more than he is strong. Fighting as I did, I had only seen men with darkness in their hearts.” He peers up towards the sky, his clouded eyes looking for something in the distance. “I always wondered what wars would be like if men were kind.” He sighs again, and his eyes return to the arena spread out before us. “It would have never mattered to me what Vasumat became in life. Warrior, baker, artist - just as long as he was kind in his conduct.”

“He is,” I quickly reply. “I have never met a man half as gentle and half as sweet as Vasumat.” I place my hand over Malik’s. “Your wish came true.”

“I know,” he whispers. “I am blessed with a miraculous son.” He pats my hand gently. “I am also blessed with a daughter who knows how special he is.”

“Ah, so he told you?” I chuckle.

“Told him what?” Erameni gasps excitedly.

“The closet is beautiful.” Malik gives me a wink. “I think you will be very pleased with what Vasumat has done.”

“A closet?” Erameni squeals.

The drums sound as the tournament begins. As last year’s champion, Vasumat stands in the center of the field. Around his neck are five gold rings which he has to protect. If he can keep all five rings on his person, he can progress to the finals, but if he loses even one, he has to start from the beginning. If he loses them all, he is disqualified.

The drums sound again as hopeful combatants come into the ring. I cling to Malik’s hand. Despite having seen Vasumat fight for years, I still get afraid. He has to fight so many at once, it feels overwhelming to watch. But this year Vasumat fights valiantly, warding off attackers and keeping the rings protected.

He trips, falling to the ground. One of the fighters takes advantage of this and grabs him by the neck. I nearly scream as the warrior lifts Vasumat from the ground. Malik keeps a tight hold of my hand.

“It’s okay,” he whispers.

I see the slight look of panic on Vasumat’s face. He’s thinking hard. Then he glances up, and our eyes lock from across the field. His tail lashes out, grabbing the other fighter around the neck as well. They’re both at a standstill.

I can barely breathe as I watch them. My fists are clenched tight as I wait for what could be the final blow to either of them. The drums are struck, and both men step away from one another. The time is up.

Vasumat takes one of the rings from his neck and hands it to the other man. “You’ve earned this,” he tells him. “I will start from the beginning like anyone else.”

Malik lets out a cheer, and the rest of the audience joins in. Then Malik turns to me. “Go see him before the next round begins.”

I race down from the box, running for the field as Vasumat goes to prepare for the next bout. When he sees me, his eyes light up and he rushes to me. He kisses me over the fence and grins wide.

“I did it! Barely,” he laughs, “but I did it.”

“I saw! I was on pins and needles the whole time.” I run my hands across his face, smoothing away dirt and blood. “What you did was honorable. Your father was so proud.”

Vasumat presses his forehead to mine. “It didn’t feel right otherwise.” He smiles at me. “You don’t need to stay and watch this. I know you do not like these fights.”

“It would be worse waiting to hear anything,” I scoff. “I’d rather see than sit somewhere and wonder about it.”

“Kiss me again,” he moans, “for luck.”

I give him his kiss, letting him bite my lip as he pulls away. “I have no idea what those do for luck.”

Vasumat grins. “It does wonders.”

I return to the stands to watch the first round of fights. There will be another set of matches the next day, and every day through the festival until the final battle on the last day. Vasumat is always an exhausted wreck by then, taking several days to recuperate from the battles. We have already made plans to go to the coast after the festival, where he has a cottage. 

That evening, he is bruised but undaunted. I have given him his bath and rubbed his body and shell with oils to make him gleam.

“Are you ready?” he growls into my ear. 

I kiss him while his hands rub oil into my skin. “Are you?” I chuckle. “After the beatings you took today, I’m surprised you’re willing to go in for another round.”

“The orgies are much more fun,” he winks. “Besides, it’s been so long since we’ve been together. I can’t get the image of you out of my mind.”

I snicker. “What image?”

“You really wanna know?” he growls. He licks his lips then takes in a deep breath. 

I tug him close. “Tell me right now or I’ll bite you.”

“Can we do both?” Vasumat kisses my cheek. “Well,” he sighs. “You’re covered in gold paint, some of it melting from all the sweat dripping down your body. Your thighs are covered in bite marks and kisses. You’re coming as a beautiful Aqrabuamelu woman has her hand inside you, up to the wrist.”

I shiver. “You know exactly how to paint a pretty picture of me.”

Vasumat ties my robe around me. “I just can’t wait to actually see it.” He takes hold of my hand, and we walk back down to the festival grounds.

The tent is black. Already, I can hear the excitement from within, the moans and writhing of the bodies as the orgy commences. Vasumat squeezes my hand and he tugs me back for a moment.

“Just one thing before we go in,” he whispers to me. “One small favor.”

I nod. “Sure. Of course.”

Vasumat presses a kiss to my lips. “Good,” he sighs. “Don’t let anyone else come inside you.”

For some reason, this makes my heart skip a beat.

“I want that to be a pleasure for me alone,” he whispers. “I know it’s silly, but-” 

I press my finger to his lips. “Not silly at all. And I promise.” 

I take his hand again, and we go into the tent together. I look around, taking in the sights of the orgy. Vasumat removes my robe and his belt, setting them aside for us later.

As we walk into the thick of it, a couple already in the heat of things comes towards us. An Aqrabuamelu woman pulls away from her human companion and comes towards me. Her human mate drops down before Vasumat, taking one of his cocks in each hand. The woman lays me down, kissing down my body.

I keep my eyes on Vasumat, watching as the human male sucks each of his cocks in turn. I gasp as the woman bites my thighs before sinking her tongue inside me.

Vasumat takes the man, laying him beside me. I kiss him, sucking his tongue and grabbing the nape of his neck as Vasumat’s tongue sinks inside him. The man kisses my breasts, sucking my nipples before kissing me again.

“Your mate is so beautiful,” he moans to me. “I cannot wait to feel him inside.”

I kiss him again. “Lucky boy,” I groan. “You’re in for a treat.” I gasp aloud as his mate’s fingers slip inside me.

“She’s good with her hands,” the man groans.

“I can tell,” I tremble. I watch as Vasumat enters him, his cock spreading him open and his face opening up in awe.

I giggle as I watch. “How does his cock feel?”

“Oh fuck,” the man cries out. “You’re so lucky!”

I bite his shoulder. “Mmm - says the man who is taking him right now.”

I then look up as another human man comes towards me. The Aqrabuamelu woman moves aside, allowing this new human between my thighs. She bites him, sliding down and sucking his cock while he licks and tastes me.

Vasumat’s new playmate is crying out. His face is sweaty, and he seems to be at wits end. He kisses me, inching close so his cock spills onto my thigh. The human man licking me cleans it up. Then he slides in, kissing Vasumat.

Soon, the Aqrabuamelu warrior Vasumat fought that afternoon comes over. He takes me, kissing me and sliding me onto one of his cocks. I cry out, shuddering as he moves inside me. Vasumat leaves his human playmate to take his other cock into his mouth, sucking it while I ride the other.

As the night wears on, this Aqrabuamelu warrior becomes our main companion. He takes turns with each of us, as well as a few others who come to join our pile.

By morning, I’m exhausted and panting. Already, people are bathing, sinking into steaming tubs brought from the palace.  Vasumat places me in one, kissing me as he rubs soap to my skin. “Once you’ve rested, I’ll take you home.”

“Bring him with us.” I point to the sleeping warrior.

“You want Safeer to keep at it?” he laughs.

“He was fun. And until we get married, he can be a fun toy to keep around.” I kiss Vasumat and sigh dreamily. “That was a wonderful night.”

“It was.” Vasumat rests his head on my shoulder from behind. “And we’ll have many more together. Promise?”

I nod. “Promise.”