Pegasus Boyfriend: Blumiere Part Two (complete)

    I remember how opening the curtains in Blumiere’s room made me feel. That first peek of sunlight, the glittering of the crystal towers, and how warm my skin would feel. My chambers were down below where I had no windows. It was dreary, but at least it was warm and cozy. Aside from getting to see Blumiere every morning, that was what I looked forward to the most, opening the curtains and letting the sunshine wash over my skin.

    Now, when the door opens in my cell, it is usually before the sun rises over the clouds and after it has set. It feels like so long since I’ve felt the sun on my skin. I miss it. I miss feeling warm. I miss Blumiere complaining about it and arguing with me in the mornings as I threatened to open the canopy on his bed.

    I miss him so much it feels like I can’t breathe some days. His condition isn’t bettering, no matter how much Marlivaur tries to reassure me that healing is often the worse part. I pray every day, begging for whoever is listening to just take me for him. I don’t think there is going to be a day I see the sun any time soon. I don’t mind. I would rather someone like Blumiere lives than someone like me stay caged.

    The light that hits my skin feels like a dream. So warm and comforting, I feel as if my mother is with me. Her long, strong arms stretch out and pick me up from the cold hard floor. I stretch my arm out and let them brush against the warm sensation. I lift my head from the ground, seeing sun dapple on my fingertips. I rise from the ground as a lithe and small figure enters my room.

    I look up at her and gaze into her soft blue eyes. Her long black hair falls from her shoulder in a rushed braid and she kneels down. 

    “My poor Aisling,” she stretches her arms out to me.

    I stare at her in disbelief, not sure if I am dreaming or not. I take hold of her gentle hand, lacing my fingers with hers. I have no more tears left, or else I would be flooding the cell with them now.

    “Giovannia,” I whimper.

    Queen Giovannia pulls me into her arms, hugging me tight without a care. I know I am filthy from my stay in the tower, but she holds me like she used to.

    “It’s ok, my dear,” she whispers. “Oh, I am so sorry it took me so long to get to you.” She cups my face in her palms and looks me over. “I wanted to get here as soon as I could, but-”

    “Blumiere,” I smile at her, grateful to see her beyond words. “I know. You had to tend to him first.”

    Giovannia hugs me tight again. “I don’t understand how they think you’d hurt him.” She runs her fingers through my tangled hair and sighs. “You’d sooner harm yourself than ever think of hurting him. I know you.”

    I sniffle. “I’ve been praying that I would die in his place.”

    Giovannia scoffs and hugs me again. “Don’t think that. Hush. I’m here now, I’m going to set things right.” She takes me by the hand. “Marli, dear.” She passes me over to him. “Take her down this instant. I’m going to talk to my husband about this. Make sure she gets a good meal and sees Blumiere right away.”

    Marlivaur bows. “Of course, my queen.” He smiles at me and kneels down so I can get on his back. He flies down, going into the central courtyard. 

    I stay by his side, holding his hand as he leads me into Blumiere’s dark, empty hallway. I go alone into his room, stunned by how quiet and dark it is. Any other day, it would be my usual routine, but that was in the morning. This was the afternoon, when usually he was so lively and bright. He would be reading or singing, or begging me to join him for an afternoon nap. This isn’t my Blumiere’s room.

    I stride across the room to the curtains and I pull them open and let the sunlight in. I take a sniveling breath as I stare out at the horizon. There are clouds gathering and, in the distance, there is grey. I turn and look back at the pulled canopy of his bed. I don’t want to disturb him if he is resting, but I want to see him so horribly. 

    I step closer, leaning towards the curtains and I can hear him breathing inside. His breath is shallow and strained, but he sounds peaceful and quiet. I slip my fingers through the curtains, hooking them so a little light bleeds through to him.

    “If you open those curtains,” his voice cracks. “I might die.”

    I take a deep breath. “Don’t be so dramatic,” I whisper. “A little sunlight is good for you. Nothing so simple will be the end of you.”

    He is silent for a long moment in shock. “I must be dead then. That is the only way to explain it.”

    I touch my cheek and then run my fingers through my hair. I don’t want him to see me like this. I must look frightening. “Explain what?” 

    “Is it you?” His voice cracks. “Or am I dreaming again?”

    “You aren’t dreaming, you aren’t dead.” I open the curtains and look down at him in his bed. I smile and sit down beside him. “I’m here.”

    He rises from his side and he wobbles. Blumiere stretches his hand out, touching my cheek. He grazes his fingertips along my lips and up the bridge of my nose. 

    A smile spreads across his face. “It is you.”

    “You need to lie down, you’re shaking.” I ease him back onto his side and tuck the blankets up around him.

    “How can I lie here when this is all I wanted?” He whimpers. “I begged them. I pleaded! I wanted you, but they just ignored me.”

    I move closer so his head rests on my lap. I run my fingers through his hair and stroke his cheek. 

    “When I was at my worst, I just wanted you beside me.” He snuggles to my lap. “How could they ever think it was you?”

    “It doesn’t matter now. You need to rest and build your strength back up,” I coax him. “Your mother and I will make sure you’re taken care of.”

    Giovannia lets King Romulus have it, she lets the entire court have it. Her anger is palpable for days until Amala and Dolan are brought before her. Even her own nephew, Otoile, is forcefully brought to the palace. They reveal their plan, as well as Otoile’s long-standing hatred of Blumiere and the royal family. For years, he feigned an uninterested lifestyle so when he acted, he would not be suspected of taking Blumiere’s life. He, Amala, and Dolan had been working together for ages.

    I’m not too concerned with that. I know all in the shadows will come to light as long as Giovannia is around. My main concerns are with Blumiere and making sure he recuperates. He had ingested a lot of poison, but luckily, Dolan hadn’t been able to give him the full dose. 

    The weeks I was locked in the tower were the worst of it. The poison has passed through his system and now he is getting his strength back. I’ve stayed with him, never leaving his side. He is so weak that even getting up from the bed is an ordeal. It takes time, lots of training, to get him on his feet. Even now, his legs still shake if he is on them for too long. I’ve made him do exercises and stretches, things that Marlivaur had suggested to me. We take short walks in his hallway and, when he is able, we go back to the gardens.

    I’ve cut my hair, deciding to let it grow back out. It hangs in a bob just below my ears now. I’m not sure what possessed me to do it, I just felt it was the best thing to do. I enjoy the way the sun hits the back of my neck now. I missed the sun too much.

    Blumiere takes in a deep breath and sighs. He looks around the garden, and then down at me sitting beside him. “It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?”

    “I smell rain,” I reply. 

    “Rain can be beautiful.” Blumiere smiles down at me. “I’m feeling like my old self more and more. Today is the most me I have been in months.” He rises from the ground with no assistance, a very good sign. “But, I think, I want to go back now.” He offers his hand to me and I take it.

    “You haven’t washed your hair in a while,” I reply. “You should let me do that.”

    “I should?” He smirks at me. “How about instead, I pamper you for a bit?”

    I chuckle. “Oh, come on. What do you mean?”

    Blumiere kisses my forehead before we walk back into the palace. “You’ve taken care of me and pampered me so much, even before I was sick.” He looks into my eyes. “I want to pamper you in return.”

    I shake my head. “You don’t need to do that.” I pet up his arm. “I’m just happy you’re feeling so much better.”

    “I want to show you how good I feel,” he whispers.

    I gasp and I stare up at him. “Oh!”

    He kisses me and we go back into the palace. He takes me back to his room, where he sits me down on the bed. “Wait here.” He presses his finger to my lips. “I’ll call for you when it’s ready.” He disappears into the bathroom and I can hear the water running.

    I strip off my clothes and, as my skirt drops, I look up to see Blumiere staring at me from the doorway. I smirk and pose a little bit. 

    “Is it ready?” I ask.

    Blumiere’s throat tightens and I can see him swallow. “Yeah,” he says breathlessly. He holds his hand out to me.

    I take his hand and press my bare body against his chest. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this desired contact. I wrap my arms around him, pressing my cheek to him as his warm hands roam down my back.

    In the bathroom, he has the tub filled with rose petals, and the water is foggy and milky. As I slip into the tub, it’s so warm and soothing, I start to melt. I rest against Blumiere’s chest and he massages my shoulders.

    “Blumiere?” I tap his hand.

    “Yes?” He kisses the top of my head.

    I take a breath as I ready myself. “I have something I want to ask you.”

    “Anything.” Blumiere’s voice is bright and eager. “What is it? Is there something you want?”

    I take his hands and move them, placing them over my breasts. “Sort of.” I press his palms into the soft flesh and watch as his fingers tighten. “I want to be yours. Will you have me?”

    Blumiere’s arms wrap around me tight and he buries his face in the crook of my neck. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted! Of course! Yes!”

    I laugh and reach back, petting the top of his head. “I’m ready now if you are,” I speak gently. “I want you.” I look back as he lifts his head, and I kiss him. He picks me up out of the water and carries me off to the bed, where he lays me down.

    Blumiere’s hands stroke down my sides before they come to rest on my hips. Before now, all we’ve done is touch, because once a Pegasus mates, they mate for life. I sit up on the bed and coax him to me. We lay down together, enjoying the cool of the sheets. We kiss and touch, letting our nerves wash away.

    I feel his hands between my thighs, his strong fingers rubbing my mound before pushing through to find my core. His fingers curl and his kiss goes deeper. I roll my hips, rutting to be touched. I coo and sigh, pressing up against his chest as his fingers sink deeper.

    “Mm, wait.” I move away from him.

    “Why?” Blumiere pouts.

    I move down, where his cock is exposed. It’s pulsing a little, and the tip is already flared. I stroke it and look up at Blumiere’s expression. He’s melting at my touch, his eyes are dreamy and his cheeks are going darker. He rolls onto his back so his legs are up in the air.

    “Aisling,” he moans.

    I get onto his chest, straddling him and rubbing myself along his shaft. “You’re so warm,” I moan. I grind against his shaft so that my slit coats him in a slick sheen. 

    Blumiere whines and moans, pressing his palms against his face. “Too good-” he sighs in rapture. 

    “Not quite.” My legs tremble as I raise up a bit. I lay on his stomach and lift my hips. Once I feel his tip in place, I begin to ease back onto him. I gulp down a deep breath and gasp, slowly taking him. He’s so big, I’m not sure how much will fit.

    Blumiere gasps and grabs a pillow so hard, it rips and feathers start to spill out. I rise up enough to balance myself on my palms. My arms are starting to shiver, but I take more of him inside. 

    “Careful, please,” Blumiere whimpers.

    I kiss his chest. “I will. Promise.” I take another deep breath and start to move. I move forward and feel him pull with me. As I push back, he dips back inside. The flared head rubs all of me, hitting a sweet place inside as I lean forward again.

    “Take your time,” his voice warbles. “Go slow if you have to.”

    I lift my head to look at him, seeing his blissed expression makes me so happy. “I’ve always wanted this.” I lean back so he fills me again. “Every time I said no, I wanted to say yes so badly. I wanted to be selfish and keep you, but I-” I pull forward and squeeze my inner walls around him. 

    “It’s ok,” he sits up just enough. “Now is perfect. It’s ok.”

    I start to move a bit faster. I love the way he fills me and all the sweet sounds he makes. His low grunts to his high moans, I want to make him moan for me forever. I sit up more, pressing my palms to his stomach. I’m on all fours on his stomach, taking him so deep inside me.

    “That’s enough,” Blumiere moans.

    “What? No-” I whimper.

    Blumiere smirks. “Oh, don’t worry, my love.” He kisses me and lays me down on the bed so my rear is hanging off it. He stands up, placing himself so his front legs are on either side of me. 

    “Let me take care of you now.” His cock rubs against me again. He grunts and sighs and slowly guides himself back into black.

    I can somehow feel him more this way. I curl my toes and ease back as he fills me to the brim again. He reaches down with his hands, rubbing my back and dragging his nails on the nape of my neck. I moan out loudly and tighten inside the more he touches me. 

    Blumiere feels so good, he stretches me in such a way I can feel everything. Now that we’ve mated, I’ll have to get used to this. He’s always one to please, on top of being needy. But I’ll admit, I feel like I’ve missed out on a lot by waiting.

    I feel a twinge deep inside me, one that radiates from me to him. I gasp and curl my toes again, lifting my knees and moaning into the bed. 

    “I’m going to cum-” Blumiere moans. “Oh god...Aisling.”

    “Inside!” I gasp. “Oh, please inside!”

    “If I do, I’ll-” he grunts and whimpers. “Pegasus are potent.”

    I can feel myself tipping. The sense of the edge is close and I am careening faster and faster to it. “I don’t care. Don’t leave me!”

    Blumiere ruts, pushing in deep and grinding himself there. I fall, toppling over my limit and crashing into the radiance below. I scream into the mattress as I feel Blumiere’s heat spill into me. It fills me, flowing and flowing. He snarls and grunts, rutting up until the very end.

    I knew Pegasus men came a lot, but I had no idea how much. No wonder they were so potent. For well over five minutes, Blumiere fills me. It spills down my thighs and I feel a puddle form on the stone floor. It is shimmery like a pearl when the sunlight hits it.

    Blumiere slowly pulls out, whimpering as he does. I feel raw and sensitive, even a cold brush of air against me makes me shiver with aftershocks. I reach down, touching the dribbling mess as it pours from me. No wonder Blumiere was a little worried. The pearly seed on my fingers glows a bit and I relax back onto the bed. Feathers are everywhere. They are mashed into my hair and getting stuck in the puddle at my feet. 

Blumiere takes me back to the bath, washing my legs and kissing me all over. I am half out of it. My mind is all fireworks and nonsense.  I’m not sure how Blumiere stayed coherent after that when everything is a hazy sunrise over fog.

It isn’t until we lay back in bed together as he holds me so tight in his arms, the fog in my mind starts to dissipate.

“I’m so happy,” Blumiere whispers to me. 

I kiss him and brush his hair from his face. “Are you scared?”

He shakes his head. “Not in the least. Because I know that this was how it was all supposed to be. You’re my soulmate, now and forever.”

“Time to wake up.” The curtains are pulled back and I grimace at the sun that wakes me. I tuck my head back under the blankets.

“Oh, how the tables have turned,” Blumiere laughs smugly. He tugs the blankets away and kisses me. 

I frown up at him. “You’re enjoying this too much.”

“I enjoyed you too much. I’m enjoying this just the right amount.” He kisses me and helps me sit up. “Get up, or your breakfast will get cold.”

“Breakfast?” I grumble as I rub my eyes.

“Mom sent it up.” Blumiere helps me rise from bed and leads me to the table. 

I sit down and enjoy the coffee, watching Blumiere as the sunlight hits his hair. I smile dreamily at him and sigh.

“Hm?” He glances at me. “What? Why are you staring?”

I chuckle and shake my head. “Nothing. It’s silly.”

“No, tell me.” Blumiere leans in closer.

I smile shyly up at him as my cheeks start to burn. “You just look so beautiful. So different, yet so the same.”

Blumiere dips down and we kiss again. He tastes like the strawberries on his toast. “I was just thinking the same thing.”

I trace my fingers through his chest hair. “I guess we have to tell your parents today.” 

“Or tomorrow,” Blumiere smirks. “Or when we get pregnant. Your call.”

I giggle and push against him. “After everything you gave to me last night, I am astonished I didn’t wake up pregnant.”

“I must confess, I’ve often imagined you pregnant,” he grins from ear to ear. “You all round and toddling around with my baby inside you. It’s too cute.”

“We still need to tell your parents,” I sigh. “It’s only fair.”

“We can take our time though, can’t we?” He pouts.

It’s so hard to tell him no, now when I want as much as he does. We start our day late, mainly eating what is leftover from breakfast. We decide at dinner to reveal the news. Giovannia is ecstatic, having always hoped for this. We’re married within the week, having a small, but beautiful wedding out in the gardens.

And soon, I do start to show. Much to Blumiere’s delight, I am pregnant sooner rather than later. He’s even more attentive than usual, talking and cooing to my belly. Every night at bedtime, he lays his head near my stomach and tells the growing baby stories.

“Where do you get all of these?” I ask him.

His large palm rubs my belly and he sighs. “Just ones I’ve heard for ages.” He replies. We both then gasp and sit up with a bolt. I feel it. He feels it. We stare in shock at one another and then it happens again. The dull little thud deep inside.

“They kicked!” Blumiere squeals in excitement. He places both palms on my belly as another kick hits him. “Does it hurt?” He looks in horror at me.

“No,” I laugh. “It kind of tickles.”

“We Pegasus kick hard! Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?” Blumiere gasps, still in panic.

“No, I promise!” I place my hand over his. “Enjoy these first kicks. You may not like them when they come out.”

“Right.” Blumiere then nuzzles his cheek to my belly. “I can’t believe they’re kicking! Oh, this is so wonderful!”

I run my fingers through his hair, enjoying the excited look on his face.

Pegasus babies get big, so near the end, I was placed on bed rest. It was getting hard for me to walk and my back was always hurting. It was uncomfortable and awkward hauling around such a big belly. But even so, it would come out a little smaller than usual Pegasus babies.

Blumiere stayed beside me all the while. He kept watch over me and always made sure I was comfortable. He got me so many pillows I had lost count of how many there were.

Of course, the baby was late. The damn kid stayed in an extra two weeks before they finally decided to come into the world. Those two weeks were miserable, but once I heard them screaming, I knew it was all worth it.

All Pegasus come out blank. Pure white little lumpy balls with more legs than common sense. This little boy came as the sun was rising. Beams of golden light were coming through the curtains before Blumiere even pulled them back and opened the glass doors. The little boy started to change, his hooves were dark and his coloring was mottled like his father. He was dark, royal blue fading into dark yellow. His hair was black and his eyes were bright violet. 

“Solaire,” Blumiere whispers as he takes the little bundle into his arms. He then turns to me. “Is that ok?”

I nod. “I knew you’d want to honor your brother. It’s a fitting name for him.” I touch his arm as he holds our son.

“You caused us a lot of worry,” he whispers. “But it’s ok. You’re here now, that’s all that matters.”

Solaire whines and starts to cry, so I take him back so he can eat. I gaze up at Blumiere and smile as he watches Solaire burble and whine as he kneads on my breast.

“I can’t believe you did that,” Blumiere whispers. “He’s so perfect.”

I kiss the top of Solaire’s head. “Yeah, he’s ok,” I tease.

Blumiere kisses me. “Thank you,” he whispers.

I brush my fingers against his cheek. “I’d do anything for you.”

Blumiere sits back and watches until Solaire finishes his meal and falls asleep. We take the chance to sleep ourselves, having not slept since the night before. I wake up sometime later, hearing a low hushed conversation.

“Blumiere?” I whisper. “What’s wrong?”

Blumiere comes back to my side. “It’s a miracle,” he whispers. “Clotaire. He’s home!”