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Dare and Evon 3
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Author: [email protected] (Wanda Wolfe)
Keywords: mm mf sf series teen furry
Archive-name: dare-n-evon-3
Dare and Evon
Chapter 3
copyright 1993 by Wanda Wolfe and Ramon St. Clair
The servant showed Evon to his suite.
"Are all your visitor suites so luxurious?" he asked the
servant, looking around at the opulent sitting room, from which
several doors led to other rooms.
"Only the ones for royal and noble visitors, my lord. You'll
find your things in the last room on the right, along with extra
robes. And a bath will always be ready for you in the room next to
that. Is there anything I can do for you, or do you wish to rest
before the evening meal?"
"I think I'll just rest for a while. Thank you."
"Yes, sir. If you need anything, pull the red silken cord
you'll find in each room. I will come for you at the dinner hour, and
escort you to the Master's dining hall."
He bowed and slipped silently from the room, closing the door
behind him.
Evon paced restlessly across the long room, coming to one of
the large windows. He leaned on the sill, looking out. In the distance
was a shiny white cluster of tall buildings which appeared to be a
palace. Between that and the academy was thick green grass and an
occasional tree or bush. Horses grazed here and there.
Below the window was part of the garden Dare had mentioned.
Various paths meandered aimlessly between flowers and bushes of
various hues. Marble fountains were dotted here and there, many with
beautiful statues of handsome youths or maidens, mostly naked. The
fragrance of the gardens wafted beguilingly up to him, and Evon
suddenly decided to go for a walk down one of the many paths.
He started to turn, then realized there was a door near him
which led out onto a small balcony. He opened it and stepped outside.
A marble table and four cushioned marble chairs stood in one corner of
the balcony. Next to the table was a flight of stairs which led
directly down to the garden. He smiled and took the stairs downward.
There were similar stairs leading down from other balconies,
so he looked carefully at his to make sure he'd recognize them when he
returned. Then he set off down the path.
He had expected the smell of the flowers to be nearly
overwhelming, but it wasn't. Instead, each aroma was distinct, so that
he had time to savor the delicate aroma of a chimeria bush before the
rich fragrance of a rose touched his senses. He wondered how it was
accomplished, then shrugged and decided it was sorcery.
A tall blond warrior came walking toward him, clad in a black
robe.
"Dare!" Evon cried happily.
The warrior came closer, and Evon's smile faded as he realized
that the warrior was a few years older than Dare, and had the golden
eyes of Chandar. Evon inclined his head.
"My apologies, warrior. I mistook you for another."
The warrior smiled courteously. "No apologies necessary, my
lord. We hellcats are often mistaken for one another. 'Tis common."
Evon puzzled over the remark as he continued on his way
through the gardens. After several minutes he came to one of the
fountains. It was made of pale pink marble, with water bubbling
through hidden pipes to spray out into a pool which surrounded a
statue of a beautiful youth. Evon had come up behind the statue. He
stood and stared at it admiringly, letting his eyes travel from the
detailed curls on the neck down the line of the spine, where each tiny
bone was depicted. Plump buttocks arched gracefully out from the rest
of the body, sloping down into long well-formed thighs, perfectly
shaped calves, and slender ankles. One foot was up on a stone, so that
the curve of muscles was more clearly defined, and the buttocks were
parted just enough that he felt he could see the tiny puckered anus if
he could get closer.
He admired it for several long minutes, then slowly made his
way around to the front, only to sink to the ground and stare in awed
wonder at the front of the statue.
The features were similar to Dare's, though more youthful,
with a hint of a sensual smile touching the slightly opened lips, and
the eyelids half closed. A single curl fell down on the forehead,
right hand lifting as though to brush it back, a gesture he'd seen
Dare make a hundred times. The nipples stood out from the body,
begging to be bitten. And the curve of the chest dipped down into a
tight belly.
The cock was semi-erect, as though the youth had just seen
something arousing and was on the verge of reacting to it. The details
were phenomenal, even to the vein running down the back of it. Below
the cock hung a sac holding two balls the size of plums, one slightly
lower than the other. The left arm was caught in a movement toward the
cock, fingers beginning to curve as though the youth meant to grasp it
and complete the process of erection.
Evon shook his head slowly, amazed at the detail and beauty.
"Fascinating, isn't it?" a soft voice said. "The pink color
makes it look almost lifelike. It's my favorite of all the statues."
He turned his head, and smiled at the beautiful youth who was
walking toward him, eyes on the statue.
"Were you the model for it?" Evon asked. "It looks like you."
A quick smile lifted the lips, and golden eyes sparkled.
"Thank you. I'm most flattered by the comparison. Actually, I
believe the statue is several hundred years old. Possibly the model
was a distant ancestor of mine."
"It doesn't look that old."
"All the fountains have preservative spells to protect their
beauty. My name is Melar. I'm one of the students."
Evon held out his hand. "Evon. I'm just a visitor."
Melar shook hands with him, then sank to the ground in a
graceful feline sprawl.
"I know. The gray robe indicates a noble visitor."
"Oh? Then what does yours indicate?"
"That I'm an Adept. Brown robes are Apprentices, the novice
students. Blues are the advanced students, or Adepts. Blacks are the
Masters, who are full sorcerers. Reds are the Prime Masters, the
advanced sorcerers. Purple is for royal visitors and white for
commoners. The servants wear green."
"Then Master Merit is a Prime Master?"
"Yes, but he's a special Prime. He's the Grand Master of the
academy, which means his voice is the final one in any dispute
involving sorcery. He's the one responsible for hospitality to
visitors, and for testing of students or potential students. Not that
he has to do it himself, of course. Just that it's his responsibility
to see that it's done properly. Are you here to apply for training,
Evon?"
"No. I came to see a student. Chandar."
The youthful brow wrinkled for a moment, then cleared. "I
never heard it pronounced so. You must be from Hearivon then, bringing
news to him from there. King Illion hasn't died, has he?"
"No," Evon said somberly. "Her Majesty is the one who died. I
told His Highness a little while ago."
"Ah, yes, most grievous. Have you taken the news to King
Lorgia yet?"
"He's the King of Aurora?"
"Yes. You can see his palace from your balcony, most likely."
"I assume Prince Chandar will tell him. I was only tasked with
telling His Highness."
"It isn't my place to teach you, my lord, but in this kingdom,
the proper protocol would be for you to call on His Majesty and tell
him personally, even if he's already heard the news. She was his
sister, after all," the youth said courteously.
Evon sighed. "Why are customs so different from one kingdom to
the next? Very well, if that's proper, I'll do it. I don't suppose I
have time before dinner, but I'll go tomorrow morning. Thank you for
telling me, Melar. It was very kind of you."
The youth grinned at him. "Well, I could offer to take you to
the palace, my lord. If you spend enough time with me, you might come
to find me as irresistible as you were obviously finding the statue.
Then I might get a chance to taste the charms of the magnificent body
that gray robe is trying hard to hide."
Evon's eyes danced. "I'm a lusty and plain-spoken warrior,
pretty thing. If you want to taste my charms, all you have to do is
say so," he teased. "But I'd expect the opportunity to taste yours in
return, of course."
The youth's grin widened. He waved his hand and a blanket
appeared on the ground between them. "I believe that's referred to as
calling your bluff, my lord."
Evon licked his lips slowly, still grinning, and crawled onto
the blanket, his eyes staring into the youth's eyes. Melar stood and
stripped off his robe, then stepped onto the blanket with him. Evon
drew a deep breath as he allowed his eyes to slowly traverse the
beautiful body. The cock was more than semi-erect, being hard and rose
colored, quivering in the fragrant air.
Evon pulled off his own robe, tossing it aside. Then he took
Melar's hand and pulled him down onto the blanket.
"I haven't bedded one so young in a long time," he murmured,
nuzzling the soft neck. "You're delectable, little one."
Melar smiled, eyes closed. "And you're magnificent, my lord."
Evon lightly kissed the soft neck, then let his mouth find its
way down to one of the hard little nipples. Melar purred with pleasure
when Evon sucked it into his mouth, licking and biting it. At the same
time, his hand was roaming over the soft young body, tracing the
curves and dipping into the valleys. He gently squeezed the balls,
then stroked the cock lightly, before bringing his hand back up to
caress the youth's face.
He teased Melar's lips open with his tongue and kissed the
beautiful young mouth, a tender exploratory kiss which Melar returned
with increasing skill. When he lifted his mouth, Evon smiled down at
Melar.
"How old are you, little one?"
The boy smiled, eyes half-closed. "Does it matter? Old enough
to want you, and to do something about it, if you're willing. If
you're asking how experienced I am, the answer is not very much, but
only because I haven't met anyone I wanted to gain that experience
with. However, I do want to gain it with you. You excite me in a way
that no one else ever has."
Evon nodded slowly. "In that case we should go someplace where
we can have some lubrication for you. I don't want to hurt you."
Melar smiled and held out his hand, palm up. An instant later,
a small jar of lubricant appeared there. "Is this enough?"
Evon laughed and kissed him lightly. "I think so. You're
delightful, Melar."
The golden eyes looked up at him. "Then make love to me."
Evon dropped his mouth to meet the youth's, and kissed him
deeply. This time Melar's response was sure and passionate. Evon laid
him face down on the blanket and kissed his way down the graceful
body, taking his time, and making the youth purr with pleasure. By the
time he worked his way down the legs and back to the curve of the
buttocks, Melar was purring continuously, a deep rumbling sound Evon
wouldn't have believed the young throat could have made.
Evon parted the legs and let his tongue trace its way down the
crack between the plump buttocks, grinning as gooseflesh rippled
across the silky skin. He teased the anus with his tongue and Melar
gasped, his body writhing under the touch. Evon hardened his tongue
and slid it into the tight cavity, which quivered uncontrollably.
"Yes, yes," Melar moaned. "Evon, it's so good. Please,
please."
Evon smiled and slipped his hand under the beautiful body,
touching the hard young cock as he tongued the anus. Melar gasped
again and arched his back, coming convulsively. Evon moved up and held
him close, caressing his back gently. Melar clung to him, chest
heaving.
"Oh, by all the gods," he whispered as his breathing slowed.
"Evon, I never knew my body was capable of such feelings."
Evon grinned at him. "But we've only begun," he murmured. "I
still have to nibble all over the front of your body."
Melar shook with silent laughter. "No, no. It's my turn to
taste you now. Lie down and let me do to you what you just did to me.
I want to see if I can drive you as crazy as you drove me."
Evon laughed and dropped to the blanket. "I'm older, Melar,
and have more control. It takes me a little longer to get there."
"We'll see," Melar purred.
He nibbled his way slowly down Evon's body, with tender little
kisses, teasing little nips, lazy licks of his tongue, and his hands
constantly roaming. Evon was soon squirming under the assault, his
breath coming in erratic moans.
"You learn fast, little one," he sighed as Melar moved from
his legs back up to his buttocks.
"That's what all my teachers tell me," the light voice
giggled.
Then his hands were parting the hard warrior legs, and his
tongue was tracing its way down the crack, drilling relentlessly at
the puckered anus. When Evon was writhing rhythmically under the dance
of his tongue, Melar slipped his hand under Evon and stroked the huge
cock. Evon groaned and held out as long as he could, but after a dozen
strokes, fluid burst from the tip and he collapsed down onto the
blanket.
Melar moved up to caress him tenderly. Evon caught him close,
showering kisses on him. "You're a sweet little lover, Adept."
"I'm glad I found you out here," Melar murmured. "I got
restless doing my lessons, and thought a walk in the garden would get
rid of some of that energy. I was right. It's working perfectly."
Evon laughed heartily. "I had something of the same problem.
Though I've been on the trail for nearly four months now, so I
probably need it even worse than you do. Lie here on your back. I want
to taste that beautiful front, and see if it's as good as the back
was."
He nibbled down the front, paying extra attention to the hard
little nipples, leaving them red and burning before moving on down to
dip his tongue into the smooth navel. The cock throbbed against his
cheek, but he bypassed it and went on down the legs, lifting the feet
and sucking the small toes, making Melar purr with pleasure.
He worked his way back up the legs and let his tongue tease
the soft skin behind the balls. He lifted his head then.
"Want me to quit?" he asked lightly, eyes dancing.
Melar laughed. "You're a dreadful tease, Evon."
"Ah, but the best lovers always are, little one. And don't you
ever forget that. Tease your lover up nearly to the peak, then back off
and let him drop down a little. Then tease him back up again. If
you repeat that over and over, he'll climb a little higher each time,
until when you finally give him release, he'll scream with the ecstasy
of it. And if it's with someone you love, it's even more special. When
the day comes that you fall in love with someone, and he with you, and
you tease each other up to that ultimate peak, you'll know what true
joy is."
Melar gave a deep sigh of anticipation. "I'll remember that.
Thank you."
Evon smiled and began licking the velvety balls. After a time,
Melar's body began writhing under him again, and he began mouthing the
balls with more pressure. He sucked both of them into his mouth at
once, tonguing them, tasting the sweetness.
When Melar's body began moving urgently under him, Evon
removed his mouth and began gently massaging the thighs with his
hands. Melar groaned. "I was so close."
"I know. Drop down a little. Then I'll take you back up
there."
Melar sighed. "All right. That feels good. Your hands are so
strong and yet so gentle."
Evon smiled down at him. He massaged the thighs until Melar's
body stopped writhing, then he dropped back down to suck the balls
again. He licked his way up the back of the cock until he reached the
tiny well where a drop of fluid waited for him, catching it on his
tongue, and rolling it around in his mouth, savoring it.
"You taste good. I like it," he murmured.
Melar smiled, his eyes out of focus. Evon chuckled and began
teasing the cock, nibbling down the sides, lightly biting the
foreskin, sucking the head into his mouth and tonguing it, dropping to
the base and then sliding his mouth back off as his teeth scraped the
sides lightly, gently nibbling his way around the ridge. Melar moaned,
his body moving eagerly, searching for fulfillment.
Evon backed off again, earning a groan of frustration from the
youth.
"I can't decide if I want to suck you or to take you," Evon
mused, eyes dancing.
Melar opened his eyes. "That's simple. Suck me, then I'll suck
you, then you can take me."
"But if you suck me, I'll go soft and can't take you."
"I'll get you hard again."
"And how will you do that, little one?"
Melar smiled up at him. "I'm sure there are any number of
ways. I'll find one of them. Even if I have to try other things first.
The exploration will be worth the eventual outcome."
Evon laughed and lightly teased the cock with his hand.
"You've been very good, little one. You haven't begged me once to let
you come. I think perhaps it's time I rewarded you for that."
Melar's eyes closed and he moaned, body arching up to Evon in
silent entreaty. Evon chuckled and dropped his mouth down to suck the
head of the cock, tonguing it rapidly. Melar's breath turned into a
harsh pant, his hips drumming against the blanket. Evon dropped to the
root and sucked strongly. Melar cried out, a wordless cry of release,
and the cock burst, spouting gobs of thick fluid into Evon's throat.
He slowly lifted his head as he swallowed greedily, then tongued the
softening cock gently, letting the pleasure ebb away for the youth.
He moved up and took Melar into his arms. Melar clung to him,
almost crying with happiness. Evon showered gentle kisses on his face
until Melar slowly came down from the high.
"Evon, how can I ever thank you?" Melar whispered.
"Little one, I assure you that I'm enjoying this just as much
as you are. It's been a long time since I had the pleasure of teaching
someone about love. I'd forgotten what a joy it can be."
Melar kissed him tenderly. "Well, I promise you that if I ever
have the chance to teach anyone else, I'll do it with just as much
care."
Evon laughed and hugged him. "Good."
Melar rose on his hands and knees. "Lie back and let me do
that to you. I want to make sure I've fully learned my lesson," he
said teasingly.
"Oh, gods," Evon laughed. "If you've learned this one as well
as you learned the other one, I may not live through it. You're a
natural tease anyway."
He stretched out on his back, letting the grinning youth go to
work on his body.
Dare walked through the halls silently, his thoughts in a
turmoil, still unable to believe that Evon hadn't recognized him at
once. After a time, he changed his eyes to blue, and found his way to
Evon's suite. He slipped inside, expecting the warrior to be resting
in bed, but the suite was empty. Then he noticed the open balcony
door. He stepped outside and looked down, searching for the familiar
dark hair among the flowers and bushes.
He had scanned nearly a quarter of the garden when he saw the
blue blanket near the pink marble fountain. Evon was lying on the
blanket, eyes closed, one of the hellcat students teasingly licking
his body. Dare's eyes flickered and his jaws tightened, then he
swallowed hard, his cock rising in response to the scene. He stared
down at it for several minutes, watching the familiar rhythm of Evon's
pelvis as the youth sucked his hard cock. His own cock throbbed in
reaction, aching to come, longing to be buried in Evon's tight ass.
But his eyes stung, and his throat tightened in jealousy and pain.
He turned and stalked through the halls, eyes going back to
gold again. He was almost to his room when he encountered one of the
servants, a pretty girl who had shared his bed on occasion. He stopped
her.
"I've been on the trail for three weeks and I'm in dire need,
pretty thing. Will you come and share my bed for a while?" he asked,
trying to keep his voice light.
She looked up at him, and then dropped her eyes, from the
intensity on his face.
"Of course, Adept. It's always a pleasure to share with you,"
she murmured softly.
He drew her into his room and closed the door, his hands
shaking as he swiftly removed her robe and threw his own aside. His
hands were urgent on her as he sought to arouse her, getting her ready
for him. She knew better than to fake more desire than she was
feeling; as a sorcerer, he would know exactly how aroused she was. But
his great need inhibited her response enough to slow her level of
excitement. As a result, by the time he had her ready, he was
trembling with need. He plunged into her, drawing her tongue deeply
into his mouth. She slipped her arms around him, letting her fingers
trace the muscles in his back and buttocks.
He pounded into her madly, coming swiftly, but not going soft
or doing much more than slowing down a little. He dropped his mouth down
to suck her nipple, biting lightly, and slipped his hand down to
rub her little pleasure nub and bring her closer to his level of
hunger. She was starting to lose herself in it by then, and his hand
was the last thing she needed to build her to full heat. Her hips
began moving then, responding to the great passion in him.
Melar swallowed down the last few drops and then moved up to
fall into Evon's embrace.
"Little one, you surpassed your teacher," Evon panted.
Melar grinned. "Isn't that every teacher's dream? To have a
student who surpasses him?"
Evon laughed. "Aye. It is that, little one. I'd like to meet
you again in ten years, when you've come fully into your own. Melar,
tell me the truth. How old are you? Fifteen?"
Melar laughed. "About that. And you're about twenty-five or
so, right?"
"Yes. A good ten years older than you."
"Does it really matter?"
"I guess not. You seem mature enough that I'm not taking
advantage of an untried youth."
"Well, since I was the one who seduced you, I'd hardly call it
taking advantage of me."
Evon laughed. "I wouldn't exactly call that seduction. It was
no closer to seduction than to rape."
"Oh? Then what is seduction?" Melar asked curiously.
"It's more subtle. When you want to seduce someone, you spend
much more time leading up to it. Perhaps share some wine, a few casual
touches of the hand or arm, lots of eye contact. The anticipation is
half of it. After several hours of such, you're both ready to find a
bath and bed. Three weeks ago, I spent an entire day seducing someone.
We met at breakfast, and his eyes roamed down my body and took on a
most admiring look. I returned the compliment and then we ate, often
looking at each other."
He ran his hand down the youth's soft back as he talked.
"After breakfast, we went out to the practice fields and tried
each other out at swords. Then we took to the wrestling mats, which
are a great place for seducing someone. We were both sweating and hard
by the time we finished groping each other's bodies so much. So we
took a bath and had lunch, then played kasmar, still looking into one
another's eyes often. And finally, we went to bed, and spent the
entire night making love. It was the most glorious day and night of my
life. I don't suppose I'll ever have one to match it again."
He kissed Melar lightly. "Most seductions don't last quite
that long, but you get the idea. The longer it takes you to build up
to it, the more exciting it can be." He grinned then. "Which is not to
say it can't also be flattering and exciting to meet some pleasant
little morsel in the garden and have him attack your body with little
warning."
Melar laughed. "Well, if I ever meet anyone else who attracts
me so strongly, I'll remember, and take my time enticing him into
bed."
"I don't imagine you'd have any trouble enticing anyone into
your bed," Evon chuckled. "You're a natural tease, and if you use
that, you'll be all right. Seduction is the same thing. Teasing and
backing off, never backing off so far that your lover gets
discouraged, but just enough that he comes after you, wanting more. So
you give him a little more to encourage him, then back off again to
make him come for more."
Melar nodded. "I understand."
"I know that you do, little tease. Come up here and straddle
my face so I can suck your balls. They're very sweet."
Melar smiled and obeyed. As Evon sucked the balls, he reached
out for the small jar of lubricant on the edge of the blanket. When
his hand found it, he opened it and dipped his fingers in. He looked
up at Melar, whose head was thrown back, eyes closed, enjoying the
sensation of having his balls sucked, as the young cock swiftly rose
to full erection again.
Evon slid his hand between Melar's buttocks. When he found the
anus, he slipped one finger in, earning a gasp from the Adept, as the
anus pulsed around his finger. He dipped it in and out, letting the
lubrication grease the tiny opening well. When the muscle relaxed a
little, he slipped a second finger in, going deeper this time. Melar
moaned, his head dropping down onto his chest. Evon added a third
finger, and then a fourth, sliding in until his thumb stopped the
movement. Melar gasped, his eyes opening wide, but there was no pain
on his face. Evon smiled around the balls he was sucking, and then
slowly removed his hand from the opening. Melar sighed, disappointment
on his face. Evon laughed and dropped the balls from his mouth.
"Like it, little one?" he teased, wiping his hand on the
blanket.
"You know I did," Melar said huskily, dropping down to kiss
him deeply. "Now I believe I promised to get you ready to put
something else there. Lie back and close your eyes. Melar is going to
get you ready."
"Why does that sound like a threat?" Evon laughed, hugging the
youth.
Dare slumped down on top of the girl after his third orgasm.
She had collapsed moments before, after a steamy second one. She lay
as though dead, her eyes closed. He rolled off of her, panting, and
threw an arm up over his eyes, astounded to discover that his eyes
were wet. He had no idea when he'd started crying. But the worst of it
was over.
He took a deep breath and then another, using all the mental
disciplines he'd learned in all those years of training. Slowly his
mind and body calmed, and the pain receded to a bearable level, a dull
ache he could put aside and ignore.
He left the girl asleep on his bed and bathed, then got
dressed for dinner.
Evon's cock was hard and throbbing. He laughed at the little
Adept, who was grinning down at him.
"Now what do I do?" Melar teased.
Evon drew him down for a kiss. "Well, there are many ways of
doing it. And each has its own particular joys. I could put you on
your hands and knees and enter you from the rear, reaching around you
to stroke your cock as I take you. Or we could both lie on our sides,
like two spoons nestled together, and I could slide into you and take
you slow and easy. Or I could place you down on your back and spread
your legs wide, going into you so I could lean down and kiss you as I
did so. Or I could stay on my back and let you impale yourself on me,
so I could play with your pretty cock while you ride me and do all the
work. The possibilities are endless."
Melar smiled, his eyes fogging for a moment. "Is there one in
particular that you want right now?"
"Not really. What do you think you'd like to try?"
"Two of them intrigue me. I like the idea of lying on my back
while you totally overwhelm me. But I also like the idea of riding you
while you play with me."
"Which of them do you want more?"
"I can't decide," Melar moaned. "They both sound wonderful."
Evon laughed. "Well, you don't have to choose. I've come often
enough that I can stay hard for a long time now. Get on me and ride
until you come, then I'll roll you over and take you until you rise
and come again."
Melar inhaled deeply and kissed him. "Thank you."
"Put some of that lubricant on my cock first. I want to make
sure you don't feel any pain."
"I don't think I will, but I'll do it."
He gathered some of the lubricant on his slender hand and
carefully rubbed it on the hard cock. Then he positioned himself over
it, letting his anus rest on the top. Evon felt the small opening
quiver with anticipation, then the youth pushed down a little and the
head slid in with astonishing ease. Melar blinked and smiled.
"It didn't hurt at all," he said.
Evon chuckled. "Good. Slide down slow and easy. There are
times when a sudden plunge can be fun, but this time I think we'll
draw the pleasure out as long as we can."
Melar smiled and closed his eyes, slowly letting his body
sink, the anus hungrily swallowing the hard cock, the tight muscle
contracting repeatedly, until Evon had to call on his warrior
disciplines to hold back his desire.
When the cock was fully inside him, Melar opened his eyes.
They were unfocused.
"Evon, it's wonderful," he breathed. "I've never felt such a
feeling before."
Evon stroked the rosy cock and fondled the balls under them.
"Move slow and easy, and prolong the pleasure," he suggested. "If you
get close, stop and let it ease up a bit. Then when you really do want
to come, ride hard and fast."
Melar nodded and obeyed, sinking down to lie on Evon's chest
as he moved, slow and easy. Evon put one arm around him, caressing his
back with one hand as he stroked the quivering cock with the other.
Melar stopped several times to regain control, but at last he
looked down at Evon with foggy eyes.
"I can't hold back any longer," he whispered.
Evon began moving, thrusting in and out of the youth rapidly,
drawing him up to the peak. At the same time, he stroked the hard cock
in his hand. Melar whimpered and the cock began pulsating in Evon's
hand, hot fluid spurting up between their bodies. Evon milked it all
out, then stopped moving.
He rolled them over, still deep inside the hot ass. Melar
lifted his slender young legs to encircle Evon, putting his arms
around Evon's neck. Evon rained kisses on his face, moving very slowly
while the youth recovered from the orgasm he'd just been through. But
after a while, the passionate youth began moving with him, and slowly
his cock rose between them again.
Evon made it last as long as he could, drawing it out until
his body was screaming to come. Then he stroked the boy's cock swiftly
and drove into the hot tight ass. Melar screamed and arched up to
Evon, his muscles squeezing Evon tightly. Evon exploded, letting all
the hot fluid pump out into the grasping young ass. Then he slumped
down on top of the youth, kissing him over and over, gentle sweet
kisses of appreciation and affection. Melar closed his eyes and smiled
with ebbing pleasure.
"Thank you, Evon," he whispered, when the afterglow had faded
at last.
"I should be the one thanking you, little one. This was very
enjoyable."
"Well, it was mutually so. And I certainly learned a great
deal. You're a good teacher. You should establish a school to teach
love to youths."
Evon chuckled. "I think most of them probably learn it well
enough on their own. Little one, as much as I hate to leave you, it's
almost supper time, and I'd best go bathe and get ready. I'm to join
the Master and my prince, and I shouldn't be late."
"Of course you shouldn't. Go ahead. I need to go get ready
also." He hugged Evon and kissed him warmly. "I won't forget you."
"Nor I you, little one. Are you still willing to guide me to
the palace tomorrow?"
"If you want me to. Right after breakfast?"
"All right. I'll wait for you in the courtyard. Should I
arrange for a horse for you?"
Melar laughed. "I'll meet you in the Master's dining hall. We
won't be going by horseback. Here we use sorcery to get around. I'll
take you to the palace."
"All right," Evon grinned. "I'll see you then."
He donned his robe and retraced his steps to the stairs
leading up to his balcony. He bathed swiftly and donned another of the
gray robes. He had just pulled it over his head when the servant
entered the room.
"Are you ready to go to supper, my lord?"
"All ready," he smiled, fastening the robe.
The servant took him down the stairs and through the hallways
to the small private dining room used by the Grand Master and his
guests. Merit was seated at the head of the table, with Chandar just
taking his seat at the old man's right. Evon bowed and took the
indicated seat on the Master's left. Chandar looked over at him.
"Did you have a chance to rest before supper, my lord?"
Evon smiled broadly. "I feel quite rested, Highness. I took a
walk through the gardens. They were most pleasurable."
The Master smiled. "Indeed they are, young lord. When I have
cares, I can go for a walk through the gardens and they soothe my
spirit. Assuming I stay on the paths away from the statues of the
beautiful young bodies, of course."
Evon chuckled. "I saw one of them. A pink marble youth. Very
lovely. I thought it must be new, but one of the students came upon me
while I was there. He told me it was hundreds of years old."
"Yes, most of them are. They're preserved sorcerously. Which
of our students was it you met?"
"One who could have posed for the statue. Melar was his name.
A delightful creature."
"Yes. And one of my favorite students. He's the fastest
learner I've had the pleasure of knowing, with the exception of your
young prince here."
Evon grinned, staring down at his wine. "Yes, he struck me as
being quite a fast learner. He's a good teacher, too. He told me that
proper protocol in this kingdom requires me to make a courtesy call on
the king and inform him of Her Majesty's death. He offered to escort
me to the palace after breakfast tomorrow morning, so that I could do
so. I'm afraid my experience with royalty is rather limited, so I'll
be glad to have the company of someone who knows the proper customs."
"He should know them. He's the king's youngest son," Chandar
said dryly.
Evon choked on his wine, eyes gone wide. The Master used a bit
of sorcery to clear the liquid from his throat, and Evon drew a deep
breath.
"Thank you, sir. I'm afraid I was caught off guard there. The
boy didn't act like a prince. I had no idea."
"Few princes act like such," the old man laughed. "They're
just people, my lord, as are nobles."
"How old is Melar?" Evon asked, biting his lower lip.
The Master thought for a moment, then looked at Chandar. "How
old is he now, my boy? Thirteen?"
Chandar shook his head, eyes hooded as he stared at Evon. "He
won't be thirteen for three more months."
Evon rubbed his forehead slowly, eyes closed. "By all the
gods," he muttered. He sat up straighter then and composed his face.
"He looks older. And acts it. He's certainly a precocious little
thing."
"Most of the hellcats are," the old man said.
"Hellcats?" Evon queried, sitting back.
"That's what they're commonly called, those with the gold
hellcat eyes. The myth is that in the dawn of time the Goddess Silenth
mated with a hellcat, and produced the royal line of Aurora. So those
with the eyes are commonly known as hellcats. They have an affinity
with felines which is rather extraordinary."
Evon looked over at the prince, eyes half closed.
"Interesting. We have a similar myth in Crystalia. That in the dawn of
time, Zord mated with a wolf bitch, and so produced my bloodline.
That's where we get the black hair and gray eyes. And we have an
affinity with wolves which others find somewhat remarkable."
"We don't have wolves in Aurora. I know nothing of the
animals. What are they like?" Chandar asked politely.
Evon smiled. "They're fascinating animals. Giant black or gray
four-legged predators, powerful and sleek. Extremely intelligent. They
hunt in packs, as a rule, and can bring down an animal three times
their size. They mate for life, though they may couple for pleasure
with others. The males help the bitches raise the pups, and they're
very family oriented. They live in the mountains in Crystalia."
Chandar lifted his wine, staring at Evon over the rim of the
glass.
"And do the men of your bloodline also mate for life, my lord?"
he asked.
"Yes. Which can be unfortunate at times, Highness," Evon said
with a sad smile. Then he looked down at his wine. "We have few cats
in Crystalia, because of the wolves. There are some farther south, a
medium-sized yellow cat which the warriors there curse because of its
habits. I've never seen a hellcat. What do they look like?"
"They're large, with thick golden fur. Intelligent. They
mostly live in the Auroran forest. What habits would cause your cats
to be cursed?"
"Not my cats. They live in Trenton, which is south and east of
us. The cats kill food animals, but eat only a small portion, then go
off and leave it. One might bring down a deer, and eat only one
shoulder, then leave it to rot. The men can't understand why it
doesn't just kill a rabbit and eat the whole thing."
"I suppose your wolves never leave anything from a kill,"
Chandar said crisply.
"As I said, Highness, they hunt as a group. When they bring
down a deer, it's a feast for the pack. They might leave enough for
some of the smaller scavengers, but they'll not leave much. They don't
take more than they need. Whereas the cats are wasteful of food."
"Cats are more solitary creatures, as a rule. But I would
think there were always scavengers around to take advantage of their
leavings."
"Perhaps. It's just that warriors don't like coming upon a
deer with only a few bites taken out of it. It seems wasteful to them.
But who are we to judge the habits of another creature? They each have
their place in the world." He took a drink of his wine. "Tell me how I
should behave with His Majesty tomorrow."
Chandar shrugged. "He already knows about Mother. But you're
correct that it's considered proper for you to make a courtesy call.
If Melar tells him in advance that you're coming, which I assume he
will, Lorgia will receive you in his private chambers, and offer you
kizra. He'll behave as anyone would in such a social situation.
Inquiring as to the health of the king, and so forth. All you have to
do is respond politely, which you're quite good at, my lord."
Evon blinked. "I thank you, sir. We're rather sheltered in
Hearivon. I know little of the outside world and its customs."
"Then we're even, my lord. I know practically nothing about
Hearivon. I hope to rectify that by learning from you as we travel."
Evon sat back. "One would think you would have tried to learn
as much about your homeland as possible."
"On the contrary, my advisers thought it best that I know
virtually nothing. But that I train in every way possible to be a good
king. Then when the time came, I'd learn about the kingdom with an
open mind, with no pre-conceived ideas about it. I'm sure there are
disadvantages to such an approach, but you can certainly see the
advantages."
Evon nodded slowly. "Yes. Though I hardly see where spending
all your life as a student could prepare you to be a king, if you'll
pardon me for saying so, Highness."
Chandar smiled slightly. "I haven't spent all my time in the
academies. My uncle's palace is close by. I spend entire days with him
sometimes, learning how he rules. And I have other royal friends, from
whom I've learned much. I believe that I'm prepared to assume my role,
after a year or two of traveling around Hearivon to learn all about
it."
Evon drew a deep breath. "I don't know how much you can learn
by traveling around the kingdom, but if you think you can, I'll
support you."
"Why would I not be able to learn?"
"Do you think anyone will talk openly with you, knowing you're
their future sovereign?"
"Why would they have to know that?"
"Highness, I've seen a number of people here with your eyes.
But there's not another person in Hearivon with them. Anyone who sees
you will know at once who you are."
"Will they now?" Chandar said lightly. He waved a hand, and
suddenly, where the blond-haired prince had been sitting, there was a
nondescript brown-haired warrior with brown eyes.
A slight blink was Evon's only indicator of surprise. He
lifted his glass in a small salute.
"Perhaps they won't, warrior."
The prince reappeared, and for an instant, his quick grin was
Dare's. Evon sipped his wine to hide the surge of emotion it produced
in him.
Servants entered with food, and the conversation quickly
centered on that, with idle chatter through the meal. When they were
relaxing over dessert and wine, Chandar looked over at Evon.
"You said something earlier which is tugging at my curiosity,
my lord. Would you mind appeasing it for me?"
"If I can, Highness. What is it?"
"You had said that your wolves mated for life. I asked if the
humans of your line also mated for life. Your answer was that they do,
and that that can be unfortunate at times. What did you mean?"
Evon pushed his unfinished dessert away and took a long drink
of his wine. "The life of a wolf is a simple one, Highness. Find food
and shelter and raise your pups. Life isn't so simple for us, is it?
We have duties and obligations, and the higher in rank we are, the
more those duties and obligations weigh on us. So what happens if you
mate with someone whose duties and obligations take him in an opposite
direction than your own? Would you not call that unfortunate?"
Chandar was silent for a short time. Evon's eyes remained
on his wine.
"Yes," Chandar said at last. "Is that what happened to you, my
lord?"
Evon drained the glass. "I'm not married yet, Highness. I
suppose one of these days I'll have to get around to it. Do you have
plans for me for the evening, sir?"
"I thought we might play a few games of kasmar while we talk.
I'd like to learn more about Hearivon. If you aren't too tired, of
course."
Evon smothered a yawn. "I'm at your service, Highness."
Chandar shook his head. "You're exhausted from that long trip.
Go get some rest. After you return from the palace tomorrow, we'll
play a few games, and you can tell me more about my new homeland."
Evon smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry, sir. I guess I am tired.
It's been a long trip. I've been on the road for four months now, with
only three short breaks."
"Four months and three breaks, my lord? I'd assumed you only
stopped in Mega."
"It's a month from Crystalia to the palace, and another month
back again, then another to Mega, and finally three weeks on to here.
By the time we get back to the palace, I will have been on the road
for nearly eight months, with still another month for me to return to
Crystalia. My horse will think I've grown attached to his back."
Chandar smiled. "I'm sorry, my lord. I hadn't realized you and
your men had been on the road for so long. In that case, we'll remain
here for several more days, and give all of you a chance to rest a
little. There's a pleasure house close by, or I'm sure you can find a
willing student to share your bed."
Evon stared down at his wine. "I had hoped to spend some time
with the warrior who guided us to Aurora. He and I became ... close
friends on the way here."
"Who was he?" Chandar asked coolly.
"His name is Dare. He was a student here for a time. He said
he knew you."
"I know him. I'm sure he has many things which will occupy his
time, since he's been away from here for a while. But perhaps he'll be
able to find some time for you, my lord. If not, perhaps one of the
older students -- or a younger one, if that's your pleasure."
"I usually prefer my lovers to be at least my own age," Evon
said dryly. "Though I have been caught off guard on occasion by
precocious little things."
He looked up in time to see the flash of sudden amusement in
the prince's eyes.
"Melar didn't tell you how young he was?"
Evon blinked. "I thought he was at least fifteen."
Chandar laughed. "Well, my lord, I'm sure you aren't the
first man to seduce a twelve-year-old boy, and you won't be the last."
Evon's eyes went wide. "I assure Your Highness that I didn't
seduce him! I would never do such a thing."
"My apologies, my lord. From your behavior, I assumed that you
had and were feeling guilty over it."
Evon shook his head. "Oh, no, Highness. I would indeed feel
guilty if I'd seduced a youth of that age. But I did no such thing."
Chandar's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sipped his wine
slowly.
"Interesting, my lord. I was looking down from one of the
balconies and could have sworn I saw you on a blanket with the boy."
Evon went scarlet. "That doesn't mean that I seduced him,
Highness," he said firmly. "I give you my word of honor that I did
not."
The Master laughed heartily. "I think it much more likely that
Melar seduced him, Adept. The boy has a great deal of charm, and knows
how to use it to his advantage."
Chandar nodded slowly. "Yes. I can believe that of him. Is
that what happened, my lord?"
Evon lifted his head and squared his shoulders. "If you'll
forgive me, Highness, I have a personal policy of never discussing
such things with anyone else."
Chandar inclined his head. "My apologies, my lord. At any
rate, we were discussing whom we should find to warm your bed at
night. Would you like a wench, or one of the older students?"
"Neither, Highness. I prefer to sleep alone, if you don't
mind."
"I thought you wanted Dare to be with you when he could be.
Did I misunderstand?"
Evon's hand tightened on his glass. "I had hoped to spend time
with him before we have to go. However, what he and I do together is
no one's concern except ours, if you'll please forgive me for saying
so, Highness."
Chandar drained his glass. "My lord, you can certainly be an
irritant," he said dryly.
"I beg your pardon, Highness. What can I do to rectify the
situation?"
Chandar shook his head and stood. Evon instantly came to his
feet. Chandar sighed.
"If you'll both excuse me, I have to go dump a wench out of my
bed and change the sheets. Good night, Master, my lord."
He was gone before either of them could answer him. Evon sank
back into his seat with a deep sigh.
"I guess I'm not getting off to a very good start with him, am
I?" he asked morosely.
The old man placed a hand over Evon's. "Yes, you are. He'll
never respect you if you knuckle under to him. You're respectful and
courteous, as you should be. But you don't give him the right to run
your private life. And that's as it should be, young lord. He might
get a little irritated with you for it in the short run, but in the
long run, he'll respect you for it. Try to remember that he's been a
student all his life, and this is the first time he's ever had to be a
prince. It's a new experience for him, and he's still a bit awkward at
it. Now go to bed and get some sleep. You're exhausted. I'll make
certain Melar talked to His Majesty on your behalf."
"Thank you, Master. You're very kind. Good night."
He climbed the stairs slowly, stripped off the robe, and fell
onto the bed, his mind in a turmoil.
The young prince had returned to his room to find the girl
gone, and the sheets already changed on his bed. He fell onto the bed
with a deep sigh, trying to decide if he should go to Evon or not.
Exhausted physically and mentally, they both fell asleep
within minutes.
In his room, Beron was lying in bed staring at the ceiling, a
single candle burning on his nightstand. In the clear blue eyes,
indecision was suddenly replaced by a combination of hope and sadness.
He conjured up a small mirror, suspended in the air above the bed.
Slowly his own image disappeared, replaced by that of a slender young
harpist. The singer's eyes were closed as he sang a gentle ballad of
two lovers. Then his eyes opened suddenly and he stared straight
ahead, just as if he could see Beron watching him. The eyes hardened
then, though the voice didn't change at all, and began sweeping the
hall in which he sang. After a few moments, they settled on someone,
and took on an "I want you" look. Without even looking, Beron knew it
would be a tall, blond warrior the singer had chosen.
He raised a hand to send away the mirror, but dropped it
instead, entranced by the singer, who sang one more song, then bowed,
and made his way to the chosen warrior.
Beron stayed with them, waiting until the moment the singer
gave a single sharp cry of pleasure, then waved away the mirror and
put out the candle, weeping alone in the dark.
"Arlan, I wish you were here," he whispered into the night.
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