The entire night was blessed with the silvery light of the full moon, and that same light bathed the highest tower of the castle. A gentle breeze passed by, caressing Pierre’s face, making his long hair move at the whim of the wind. He walked beside Druqir, his steps light, almost silent, in the beauty of the significant moment they shared. There was an electricity in the air, as if the night itself was pregnant with some secret that was about to be revealed.

They headed to an empty space at the base of the tower, where Druqir, in a deep and husky voice, uttered something in a dead language—it was like muffled whispers under distant thunder—” Incarna, zel'mir, ven'dur.” In an instant, a floating metal circle appeared in front of them, pale and shimmering in the moonlight, with runes glittering along its edges.

Without saying a word, Druqir stepped onto the platform, which began to float, carrying him upwards toward the top of the tower. Pierre hesitated for only a second, and they locked eyes. A trembling smile touched his lips before he too stepped onto the platform, his hands slightly shaking as he grasped the side of the contraption to steady himself. As they ascended, the wind picked up, making Pierre’s hair whip around, and his heart began to race. The castle and its gardens lay far below, a distant vision, and the stars in the sky seemed closer, as if drawn by some invisible magnet.

When the platform finally stopped at the top, the view before them was sublime. The stars seemed to hang so low that one could touch them, and the magical glow of the gardens below looked like fireflies scattered across the ground. There was a living, almost palpable expectation in the air, and Pierre felt a shiver of anticipation run through his veins, as if something of great importance was about to happen.

Druqir, with an expression of deep intensity, extended his hand and, with a dramatic motion, wrapped Pierre in his dark cloak. The fabric enveloped them like a blanket, and the warmth of Druqir's body melded with Pierre’s, a tenderness that contrasted with the fierce desire that hovered between them. Druqir murmured a magic word, and small points of light began to appear around them, floating in the air like tiny starry fairies, creating an enchanted atmosphere that made Pierre’s heart beat even faster.

With his hair loose and swaying in the breeze, Pierre looked at Druqir, his eyes reflecting a pure combination of desire and joy. He leaned closer, rising onto his tiptoes, pressing himself against Druqir with a soft smile that, at the same time, held a silent pain. He knew that this moment was precious but finite. “I’ll miss you,” he whispered, his voice laden with all the emotions he had tried to suppress throughout the night.

Druqir responded with a burning gaze, his lips curling slightly, as if smiling inwardly. He didn’t say a word, but the depth of his expression said everything, and the space between them felt charged with a shared emotion that was both terrifying and beautiful. Pierre felt a mix of peace and restlessness, knowing that the end was near, but that this moment would be etched in his memory forever.

Druqir continued to pull Pierre under his cloak, drawing him closer until their bodies were pressed against each other, their respective warmths intertwining.

The trail of fire that Druqir traced with his lips on Pierre’s skin began at the neck and ended at a point behind the nape, where his attentive kisses dislodged the strands of hair that hung there.

Druqir’s lips brushed against Pierre’s ears, sending shivers cascading through him until, without further delay, their lips crushed together in a heated, desperate, and deep kiss. Their tongues met in a frenetic rhythm, like fire consuming fire, fueled by a shared blaze of desire.

Druqir’s hands traveled down Pierre’s body, finding his sensitive nipples, which protested against the roughness. The young man moaned in Druqir’s arms, and that sound was for Druqir like the very embodiment of the young man’s spirit and heart, a melody that vibrated in perfect harmony with his own desires.

Their bodies surrendered to the caresses, the kisses, and the fire that consumed them, their skin glowing with a sweat that emanated a subtle perfume, a mix of flowers and passion. Every touch, every breath was filled with an uncontrollable need, a desire that went beyond the physical, reaching into something darker, something more primal.

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The whispers, the cries, the moans came from their lips, but they were not released into the night air; instead, they were held back, as if the night itself absorbed them, making the surrounding silence speak even louder.

It was a loud silence, roaring with everything unsaid, but perfectly clear nonetheless. And amidst it all, Pierre and Druqir had a direct communication, where every touch and every glance said far more than a thousand words could have.

Druqir held Pierre tighter, as if he wanted to merge the two into one being. Pierre’s lips pulled away, and he looked deeply into Druqir’s eyes, feeling a wave of overwhelming emotions.

For Pierre, the pleasure of feeling Druqir inside him again reached an entirely new level.

He was filled in every way by Druqir, and he couldn’t get enough, he was far from wanting to climax, but his body was begging for it. He pulled away from Druqir’s lips and stared at him. Druqir was breathing heavily through his open mouth.

With inexplicable sounds, Pierre forced himself onto Druqir’s cock, grinding intensely. God, it felt so good! A desperate need to consume Druqir grew inside him. For Pierre, he could devour him whole, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

As Druqir thrust once, twice, five times. Hard and relentless. He wanted the young man in his arms to scream his name, without shame, he grabbed his hips and began to pound into him with more force, pushing him against the wall.

— You’ll have to marry me!

— What? — Pierre shouted, his brow furrowed and eyes wide. For Pierre, this was a moment full of intention, and he felt every thrust as a silent declaration of the insatiable desire they shared.

Druqir leaned into Pierre’s neck, running his tongue along its length.

— Come for me, my love! — he whispered in a husky voice.

When Pierre came to his senses, he was screaming like a madman, completely forgetting where he was and that he shouldn’t be so vocal. But in his mind, to hell with it, it felt too good to stay quiet. And there was nothing better than expressing with words and moans an orgasm so exquisite. And even more delicious to hear.

The east was turning into a veil of pink and orange, the harbinger of the sun's emergence. The light of early morning, the absence of the night’s darkness, together brought a pleasant sense of inevitability. Pierre and Druqir paused to watch the sky ablaze as it darkened, and the closer the day approached, the heavier Pierre’s sense of foreboding became.

Druqir, with a look that was more a mix of resigned sadness than sadness itself, stepped forward and clasped Pierre’s hand firmly. It was more than a promise; it was a vow. "I’ll return to you," he promised, his tone grave but emotional. "You’ll have to stay and take care of my family for me! It’s essential in terms of love, affection, and reverence, strengthening family bonds and bringing direction and hope for the future at the same time." What Druqir said wasn’t something Pierre could easily grasp.

Pierre looked at their intertwined hands and, for a brief moment, a flood of feelings rushed over him. He didn’t love Druqir the same way the other man loved him—he couldn’t, because he wasn’t really Milanion, just some force inhabiting his lover’s body. Yet in that moment, when he looked into Druqir’s shining eyes, something stirred within Pierre. He had seen the unimaginable, the future unfolding before his eyes, where everything was fluid and ethereal. Now, however, with Druqir’s true and unconditional love, he allowed himself to be touched by a real emotion, not of love, but of how beautiful love could be.

Pierre felt the sun rise, enveloping them in its golden warmth, and he smiled tenderly at Druqir, despite the sadness he knew was slowly settling in his heart. He no longer needed questions about who he was or why he was there. He knew now that sometimes it was enough just to be in the moment. And in that moment, he realized that Druqir’s love was a gift, an act of something greater than himself.

— Goodbye, Druqir — Pierre whispered, knowing that the words wouldn’t be understood in the way he felt them, but feeling that he had to say them anyway.

Druqir slowly turned Pierre’s hand inside his own, not even comprehending the true meaning behind the goodbye. He looked back, so full of promise and hope in his eyes, and then descended the tower. Pierre watched Druqir leave. He remained there, watching Druqir’s back as he walked away.

Indeed, it was goodbye, a likely never again...

A few hours had passed since the farewell at the tower. Pierre was now in his room, the first rays of sunlight flooding the space with a soft, golden light. Outside the window, he saw Druqir’s ship slowly rising into the sky, cutting across the horizon with elegance and strength. Pierre’s heart tightened as he watched it disappear into the clouds, carrying away someone who, though he didn’t love, had touched his life in profound and unexpected ways.

Feeling a wave of concern, Pierre turned his gaze to the sky, where the ship had vanished, and in an impulse, he sought protection from the ancient Egyptian gods, whose stories and mythologies he knew well.

“Ra, mighty god of the Sun, who lights the earth and guides the travelers in the sky, accompany Druqir on his journey, protect him with your light, and keep any shadow of danger away from him.

Osiris, lord of the afterlife and guardian of souls, may your justice and protection extend over Druqir, ensuring his path is guided by benevolent hands and his destiny is prosperous.

Isis, celestial mother and goddess of magic, wrap Druqir in your mantle of protection, shield him from all harm, and grant him the strength needed to overcome the challenges he may face.

And to you, Anubis, guide of travelers in the land of the dead, may your wisdom and courage be with Druqir, leading him safely through the stars until he returns in peace.”

Pierre closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the warmth of the sun on his skin and imagining that the words he spoke reached the gods and crossed the heavens toward Druqir. He knew that, despite everything, wishing for Druqir’s safety was the least he could do, a final expression of respect and care for someone who had shown him such true and pure love.

When Pierre opened his eyes again, the sky was calm and clear, as if the gods themselves had accepted his prayer. With a sigh, he stepped away from the window, carrying with him the hope that Druqir was protected by the ancient gods on his journey through the stars.