~ The Bedouin Camp ~
As Tellymon walked out of the ancient complex, he noticed that the day had broken across the now still landscape. The air was crystal-clear, the sight spellbinding, with deep shadows and sunlight reflecting off the quartz crystals. The variety of dunes was astonishing.
As they started riding, Tellymon thought back to the bluff where he overlooked the dunes. Some were only a few feet high; others reach several hundred feet and traverse as far as the eye could see, to hundreds of miles. He now knew that a flat, rocky area suddenly could become a range of sand dunes. The shapes of these dunes are determined by several factors all working in combination of one with the other: the direction, strength and consistency of wind; the amount of sand, texture, and size of grain; the hardness of the terrain, and the amount of vegetation remaining. These dunes are constantly moving, fluid as water, yet propelled by the wind.
Civilization had to be close, as they started to pass children and women on the road. The women were stunning, dressed in flowing robes of teal, amethyst, and sapphire, exquisite jewels walking amidst the red tinged sand landscape.
Tellymon shifted in his seat drawing out his sword from its holder behind him strapping it around his waist. He then took the crown, detached it from the hilt and place it upon his head. He detested wearing the thing, but protocol would call for him to be somewhat properly dressed. What more, these Bedouin people loved pomp, circumstance, and all the trappings of royalty. One of the escorts came upon the side of Tellymon, handing him a royal cloak, black with silver edging. Across the back was emblazed in silver was the symbol for the ‘House of Rath’. The front closed together with a large gold crescent shaped breastplate connected from edge to edge.
As they neared the village, guards began showing up from everywhere, they stood at attention when they saw the Imperial Guard with a Royal member of the House of Rath in the center of the escort. News spread like wild fire as old men and women, young children came out to gawk at the procession.
Captain Garladar sat a little taller in his saddle as people he had grown up with came out to see him process towards his father’s tent. He rode next to the Crown Prince himself, the village folk would be talking about this for years to come. As they neared the large black felt tent, the Captain took a deep breath. He was hoping his father would be proud and do honor by his presence.
Soon they came upon a sea of reeds, the guards parted the single file path, the entrance revealed a series of tents and an enormous reed structure that served as a men’s club. The structure was 300 feet in length, over 20 feet in height. The ceiling was a magnificent piece of architectural engineering: composed of one arch after another; the reeds packed densely in to make a tight waterproof wall. Off to one side stood a huge black Bedouin tent. Through the trees to the side, Tellymon could see the Gulf of Aqabath, the water reflected the coolness of it deep turquoise waters.
They stopped in front of the tent, as the flap parted and out walked a large man, dressed in flowing robes of white with gold and jewel encrusted trim. He was an older man, with the Bedouin eyes and a gray long beard. His hair was concealed under a loosely worn strip of material that draped around the neck, the ends flowing down his back, this scarf provided shelter for the head and neck.
After TellymonRath dismounted the escorts followed suit, one coming forward to lead the horses away.
“Prince TellymonRath, the Ancients have blessed your life with a safe journey.” The old gentleman bowed. “Welcome to my meager, humble and poor abode. Please enter and refresh your body and soul.” The man stepped to the side, gesturing with his arms the way in.
TellymonRath smiled and nodded at the greeting, entering the abode of the warlord Lord Sakhar. The atmosphere was exotic and sweet fragrant incense billows clouds of smoke that bathed the Bedouin room. Luxurious fabrics draped from the ceiling and soft candle light flickers from the hanging stained glass lanterns. The floors were covered with rich deep pile hand woven rugs, furs, pillows, and lounging mattresses. Low tables were everywhere filled with an over abundance with flowers, fruits and nuts. Giant urns of water are presence at every corner.
Velvet hanging drapes divided sections of the tent into large areas, while smaller embroidered silkscreen dividers are used in small sections. Gilded mirrors in a variety of sizes panel the tent sides creating the illusion of space.
“Please sit” the Lord led the way to a small quartered off area; a platform raised a couple of steps from the ground. Tellymon sat making himself as comfortable as possible.
“Lord Sakhar I come here as the voice, eyes and ears of the King to persuade you to take measure against terrorists who have been using your homeland as a refugee and gathering point for planned acts to the communities just outside the boundaries.”
Lord Sakhar said nothing; obviously, he was not impressed to do any business with the King of Antar.
‘Of course the House of Rath would consider it a great honor and would be extremely please if you were to accommodate the King.”
Lord Sakhar smiled wide and bowed low, “Anything for you my Prince and for King Pondather. Come with business completed let us have music, food, drink, and of course entertainment.”
With that, the business section was completed, things were done quickly in the desert no long discussions or flattery was needed, simple direct to the source; TellymonRath would send gifts from the palace once he returned that would further solidify Lord Sakhar commitment. However, for now he was content to sit back and enjoy.
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~ The Seer ~
From the corner, soft flutes and drums began playing erotic sensual folk music, as Lord Sakhar clapped for refreshments to be brought in. Tray after tray of succulent meats, cheeses, fruits, bread, vegetables, piled onto the low tables adjacent the sitting areas. Plates, goblets, and utensils of gold were provided with great flair to the Prince. TellymonRath truly did not care what he ate on, the plates could be made of tine or wood the food tasted the same.
The dinner conversation was pleasant, Lord Sakhar asked his son how he was ding and if he planned to return to the desert. He was sad to learn his son was doing very well and enjoyed living a soldier’s life.
“Truly you will return when you are to be married,” questioned Lord Sakhar. “You must marry a girl from our village.”
“Yes father when the time comes,” Captain Garladar placated his father
“That time has come and gone. You need to wed, there are many qualified applicants. After all your brothers and sisters are already married with children. Surely you will deny an old man the chance to see my grandchildren, the fruit of your loins?” The old man begged with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Father I do not think the Prince has to be burden with out family genealogy.” Captain Garladar was embarrassed by his father in front of TellymonRath.
Tellymon just smiled and remained quiet; he did not want to end up in a argument between father and son. Suddenly there was a commotion by the tent’s entrance; voices were raised and then the crowd quieted down as they bowed low and back away from the party entering.
An aged woman with hair as white as snow dressed in a robe of pure emerald green, hobbled to the center of the room. Four attendants, clothed in icy blue vestments, walked two on each side six steps behind her. One carried a brass tripod chair hammered in the days of Atarh. Another carried green boughs, while the third carried a brazier of copper. The final attendant carried a large beaten copper bowl and stand in which sat an urn pure gold filled with water from the “Life” spring.
The chair was sat down and the old woman took a seat across from the Prince. She looked him stern in the eyes observing his hair and eyes. Please with what she saw, she nodded her head for the attendants to set the stage for her reading. The copper bowl was placed in front of her and water from the urn was poured in.
Closing her eyes the old seer placed her hands above the water, while one finger dipped in making concentric circles. The old woman then spoke in an old dialect offering prayers of “Life and Water”.
“O thou glorious Being, thou who art great over s all. When thou risest in the horizon of heaven a cry of joy goeth forth to thee from all people. O thou beautiful Being, we are but your servants, poor and humbled by your majestic grace. Every heart swelleth with joy at the waters that thy provides. We thank thee.”
When she finished she motioned for the brazier to be placed at her side and lit. Into the fire, the attendant cast dried herbs and flowers that are said to open the mind for the seer to see the future, the past; what will be, what has been, what must be.
Tellymon watched her as she placated her craft; she was a student of the old ways, as he noted her use of the ancient desert words in her prayers and of the water to connect with the dark forces for her to use their powers in prediction. For these simple desert dwellers, she was the only link to the forbidden mysterious arts of the outside world.
Tellymon smile at her feeble attempts and techniques, crude yet effective. He could easily pick upon her vibrations, as her mind was unguarded, she was a simple, devote woman, who believes in her abilities. He would let her do her magic, it could do not harm.
“What brings you here old woman?” Lord Sakhar was displeased, he was afraid their old religion would upset the Prince or the ‘House of Rath’ if she said something negative.
“I have come because the savior is here, the prophet, the one we have waited for,” she spoke in a clear crisp voice never once taking her eyes off Tellymon. “It was written long ago.” The attendant threw more of the hallucinatory dried herbs upon the brazier, the smoke started to waft towards Tellymon, as it slowly engulfed the clean air. “It was written long ago and handed down in memory.”
The old woman started swaying in her chair as she chanted the old verses from memory.
<center>“At the time when our sun came into being
At the time when the stars first shone
At the time when the moons were cast
This was the time of the beginning
The source of deepest darkness.
The prophet is said to be born
He is born of the night
He is born of blood
He is born of fire
The great Atarh was born
The great Atarh was created
The great Atarh was reborn
Guarded by the forest
Guarded by the sea
Guarded by the mountains
His is the age of man
His is the age of wisdom
His is the age of justice
He is born of redemption
He was born in secret
Not one but two
Time will come
The King will become the warrior
The warrior will be come the King
The two houses there be
Where there was two
There will be only one”</center>
The old woman dropped her shoulders, her head lolled back and forth on her chest. Then she snapped up, her eyes opened as the trance took effect “He is the one,” she spoke in the old Creatan tongue. “He is the one that has become two.” Her bony finger pointed directly at TellymonRath. “He is to deliver us from the evil that is swallowing us alive.” She stood up her knees wobbled, “He is the Warrior, he is the King; he is the two that must become the one.”
The water in the bowl rippled and swirled as a dark cloud rose taking form of a man, his body of glistening red fluid became opaque, showing his distinct features of his white hair that fell down his back while the silver eyes of life glowed. Slowly he dissolved back into the water as another form took shape. It was that of TellymonRath.
Then she collapsed onto the floor, her mind drugged, her body poisoned with the herb smoke, her soul wandering far from its master.
From the corner, soft flutes and drums began playing erotic sensual folk music, as Lord Sakhar clapped for refreshments to be brought in. Tray after tray of succulent meats, cheeses, fruits, bread, vegetables, piled onto the low tables adjacent the sitting areas. Plates, goblets, and utensils of gold were provided with great flair to the Prince. TellymonRath truly did not care what he ate on, the plates could be made of tine or wood the food tasted the same.
The dinner conversation was pleasant, Lord Sakhar asked his son how he was ding and if he planned to return to the desert. He was sad to learn his son was doing very well and enjoyed living a soldier’s life.
“Truly you will return when you are to be married,” questioned Lord Sakhar. “You must marry a girl from our village.”
“Yes father when the time comes,” Captain Garladar placated his father
“That time has come and gone. You need to wed, there are many qualified applicants. After all your brothers and sisters are already married with children. Surely you will deny an old man the chance to see my grandchildren, the fruit of your loins?” The old man begged with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Father I do not think the Prince has to be burden with out family genealogy.” Captain Garladar was embarrassed by his father in front of TellymonRath.
Tellymon just smiled and remained quiet; he did not want to end up in a argument between father and son. Suddenly there was a commotion by the tent’s entrance; voices were raised and then the crowd quieted down as they bowed low and back away from the party entering.
An aged woman with hair as white as snow dressed in a robe of pure emerald green, hobbled to the center of the room. Four attendants, clothed in icy blue vestments, walked two on each side six steps behind her. One carried a brass tripod chair hammered in the days of Atarh. Another carried green boughs, while the third carried a brazier of copper. The final attendant carried a large beaten copper bowl and stand in which sat an urn pure gold filled with water from the “Life” spring.
The chair was sat down and the old woman took a seat across from the Prince. She looked him stern in the eyes observing his hair and eyes. Please with what she saw, she nodded her head for the attendants to set the stage for her reading. The copper bowl was placed in front of her and water from the urn was poured in.
Closing her eyes the old seer placed her hands above the water, while one finger dipped in making concentric circles. The old woman then spoke in an old dialect offering prayers of “Life and Water”.
“O thou glorious Being, thou who art great over s all. When thou risest in the horizon of heaven a cry of joy goeth forth to thee from all people. O thou beautiful Being, we are but your servants, poor and humbled by your majestic grace. Every heart swelleth with joy at the waters that thy provides. We thank thee.”
When she finished she motioned for the brazier to be placed at her side and lit. Into the fire, the attendant cast dried herbs and flowers that are said to open the mind for the seer to see the future, the past; what will be, what has been, what must be.
Tellymon watched her as she placated her craft; she was a student of the old ways, as he noted her use of the ancient desert words in her prayers and of the water to connect with the dark forces for her to use their powers in prediction. For these simple desert dwellers, she was the only link to the forbidden mysterious arts of the outside world.
Tellymon smile at her feeble attempts and techniques, crude yet effective. He could easily pick upon her vibrations, as her mind was unguarded, she was a simple, devote woman, who believes in her abilities. He would let her do her magic, it could do not harm.
“What brings you here old woman?” Lord Sakhar was displeased, he was afraid their old religion would upset the Prince or the ‘House of Rath’ if she said something negative.
“I have come because the savior is here, the prophet, the one we have waited for,” she spoke in a clear crisp voice never once taking her eyes off Tellymon. “It was written long ago.” The attendant threw more of the hallucinatory dried herbs upon the brazier, the smoke started to waft towards Tellymon, as it slowly engulfed the clean air. “It was written long ago and handed down in memory.”
The old woman started swaying in her chair as she chanted the old verses from memory.
<center>“At the time when our sun came into being
At the time when the stars first shone
At the time when the moons were cast
This was the time of the beginning
The source of deepest darkness.
The prophet is said to be born
He is born of the night
He is born of blood
He is born of fire
The great Atarh was born
The great Atarh was created
The great Atarh was reborn
Guarded by the forest
Guarded by the sea
Guarded by the mountains
His is the age of man
His is the age of wisdom
His is the age of justice
He is born of redemption
He was born in secret
Not one but two
Time will come
The King will become the warrior
The warrior will be come the King
The two houses there be
Where there was two
There will be only one”</center>
The old woman dropped her shoulders, her head lolled back and forth on her chest. Then she snapped up, her eyes opened as the trance took effect “He is the one,” she spoke in the old Creatan tongue. “He is the one that has become two.” Her bony finger pointed directly at TellymonRath. “He is to deliver us from the evil that is swallowing us alive.” She stood up her knees wobbled, “He is the Warrior, he is the King; he is the two that must become the one.”
The water in the bowl rippled and swirled as a dark cloud rose taking form of a man, his body of glistening red fluid became opaque, showing his distinct features of his white hair that fell down his back while the silver eyes of life glowed. Slowly he dissolved back into the water as another form took shape. It was that of TellymonRath.
Then she collapsed onto the floor, her mind drugged, her body poisoned with the herb smoke, her soul wandering far from its master.
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----Thanks everyone for the encouragment---it means a lot----
Warning: Explicit Sexual Content Female /Female
~ Entertainment ~
“My Prince, please forgive Pythoness here for she believes in the words that they are wisdom from the Ancients.” Lord Sakhar started to signal to have the guards remove here.
“No leave her be,” Tellymon put up his hand, “Let her believe, she is a devote woman, gentle in her demeanor and nature. She offers no threat to me or to the throne. Her words are but the ramblings of an old mind.” Tellymon shifted his position; the burning herbs were being to fog his mind with their sickly sweet intoxicating aroma. The woman was to close to the truth, a truth he could not afford to be known. The people would turn away from Zan, if they knew about the dreams, the memories; truth.
The priestess’s entourage carefully woke her, as they half carried and half led her back to her tent.
Relieved that the Prince was in a gracious and forgiving mood, Lord Sakhar summoned the dancers as the music began to play. The music was a romantic fable of absent warriors, broken hearts; a maiden’s love.
Tellymon reclined against the silken pillows; his head was heavy with the incense. To his right on another pile of cushions was Lord Sakhar who was obviously enjoying the show as one of dancers was doing a private dance just for him. To his left was Captain Garladar who was also enjoying the show as indicated by his eyes.
In front of him were a bevy of most incredibly beautiful woman and handsome men, sex slaves brought from al over the galaxy. The Lord was well known for his hospitality and the sexual antics of his court were legends around the civilized courtly discussions at the palace.
Tellymon found himself relaxing more and more into the cushions, as he watched the show in front of him. His eyes centered on a tall willowy woman, with long black hair, olive skin, and eyes of green. She came from a far distance world as a present for Lord Sakhar, a gift of gratitude for his rescue of a distant King’s son who had wandered into the desert on a recent expedition visitation.
The dancer’s hips began to sway in time to the music. The bells on her ankles jangled as she gracefully stepped though the moves that caused her body to undulate in the most provocative ways.
Captain Garladar cleared his throat as the dancer shook her upper body; her breasts flowed freely under the translucent golden mesh cloth. He could feel himself harden at the sight: he looked over to see what Tellymon was doing and found the prince entranced by the movements, a slight smile even crossed his face.
The dancer threw her head forwards as a cascade of liquid tresses fell to the floor. She gently rocked her head and shoulders back and forth creating waves of silk, as black as midnight, to shimmer and ripple past her face. Then slowly she parted the sea, and in a sudden burst of energy she tossed her hair backwards, the long strands fell against her back like small whips.
The music began to increase in tempo as her belly and buttocks captured by the rhythm shimmied on their own. Teasingly she undid the ties that held the gold mesh top, first one succulent breast became noticeable and then another. The golden fabric soon pooled on the floor as her breasts swayed freely. She took her hands and pinched the tips while her hips swung back and forth and her mouth opened in ecstasy. Soon her hands were pulling and at the harden nipples while she moved in large circles, her hair twirling in the air. Slowly her hands went down as they left the now rosy and pointed tips, they dipped down into the front of her loosely gathered pants and she shuddered and moaned as the nails grazed her lips.
Tellymon felt himself breathing harder as he watched the show, his cock was so hard for Vilandra, damn he needed her now; he wanted to feel her lips on him, to feel her pussy around him, to feel himself alive in her. He took a deep breath; more of the sweet herb filled his lungs as he dreamed of Vilandra, that she was there with him.
The dancer turned her back to her audience as she drew her hands out and like thin branches in a storm; she moved her arms above her head. Her round tight ass was clearly visible against the sheer damask designed cloth. Bending over, she undid the ties at the base of her ankles, slowly coming up she peeked between her legs at the prince watching her. She undid the ties at the calves and then at the thighs, the fabric moved with the slightness breeze. Smiling she turned back around, her breasts bounced as she twirled about the room, her ass and private area were clearly visible each time the fabric moved or her leg was lifted.
Locking eyes with the Prince she placed one finger up to her mouth, her tongue flicked out, encircling it drawing it into her red lips, Her cheeks moved as she sucked on the flesh until she withdrew it, still dripping. Languidly the finger traced a wet trail from her red lips down her breasts, circling and teasing the nipples, down her stomach. Tellymon watched her finger with awe, his mind remembering the first time he had entered a harem, Zan had a gift for him, a gift that of sexual awareness at a time when he was still so young. He smiled at that thought, as visions of him and Zan crossed his mind.
The dancer was circling her hips and rolling her stomach muscles as she pulled at the ties on the sides of her waist. One hip came into view, creamy, smooth unblemished flesh that was art for the eyes. The second tie was released as the pants dropped, she thrust her hips forward and backward, the music was now speeding up. She began twirling like some ancient top, her head bent slightly back, her hair flinging around, her body became abstract as the flesh merged into flesh.
Captain Garladar gulped, his throat had become dry. Reaching off to the side, a servant handed him a glass of wine, which he drank greedily, beckoning for a refill. Shifting again he placed his hand on his harden cock, trying to kill it; he pushed down hard, only to have it spring back harder. He moaned low as he prayed the Prince did not hear him. Looking out of the corner of his eye, Tellymon was sitting very still staring, and except for the small smile that crossed his face every so often, it looked as though he was calm unaffected by the drugs, atmosphere or the sexual displays.
From the sidelines, another beauty walked onstage. She was dressed in red with a sequined bra that dangled a waterfall of beads over the top of her flat stomach. A beaded red and gold belt hung low on her hips adorned with bells that jangled as she moved. A skirt of layered red and white translucent material that was slit up to the hips in several places. She guided the dancer down onto the floor in front of the men. This beauty was blonde, with eyes of black lying in an area of blue. She was from Creslan. TellymonRath recognized her eyes, as those of their once powerful and now incapacitated enemy after his path of war destroyed them.
The dancer positioned herself on her haunches as she leaned backwards, her finger poised at her entrance. The blonde Creslan, knelt behind her as she pressed against her back, her chin against the crook of her neck. The two began swaying slowly, trance like to the rhythm the musicians had set.
Her hands encircled the dancer’s waist, they supply stroke the skin as she wander north to cup the breasts, weighing them in her hands. She looked up, licking her lips as she presented her find to the audience, locking eyes with the young captain from the village. She seductively moved her fingers as they began to caresses and play with the breasts, rolling the tips in her hands as the dancer arched her back and moaned loudly, her finger slowly entering her own hot core.
The blonde seducer smiled and lapped at her neck her eyes on the captain as she felt the young flesh under her shudder with sexual appetite. Slowly she ran her thumbs across the stiff little nipples; she pulled on the tips, elating more moans from her victim. The dancer responded by sinking her finger in deeper, the pressure for release was great.
The young dancer was panting hard as she struggled to fuck herself deeper. She moved and shifted her body weight under she was sitting in the other girl’s lap, her legs spread wide. This new position allowed the blonde-haired woman to dipped her hands downwards and join those of the dancers as they both played and fuck her with abandonment. One hand expertly pinched the clit, swelling it with desire, while the other placed two fingers up her dripping cunt.
The dancer screamed in delight as she pressed backward against the torturer of her body. The fingers were fucking her fast as the dancer thrashed, her spare hand squeezing the tip of a breast as she came screaming incoherently as she convulsed over and over again.
The two women swayed in unison to the beat of the music as it slowed down, their fingers were slippery as the smell of sex filled the room. The Capitan was drawn in by the woman her, eyes were captivating, her lips full. He desired her that night, he wanted to fuck her, now, no he wanted to fuck them both.
The scene more than affected Tellymon, he was breathing harder, trying to keep his guard up; he wanted to fuck badly, but he could not, not here, he needed Zan and Vilandra, his appetite was great that night.
He saw the Captain get up and walk over to the blonde-haired woman who he took into his arms kissing her deeply. Then he stood her at arm’s length and ripped off her sequined bra, beads flew in all directions as he attacked her breasts, pushing her to the ground. The dancer attempted to move but he grabbed her hand placed it over his clothed cock.
On the other side Tellymon saw was that the father already servicing his personal slave. Tellymon had to get out of there. He leaned over to a servant and asked to be shown the way to his chambers.
Warning: Explicit Sexual Content Female /Female
~ Entertainment ~
“My Prince, please forgive Pythoness here for she believes in the words that they are wisdom from the Ancients.” Lord Sakhar started to signal to have the guards remove here.
“No leave her be,” Tellymon put up his hand, “Let her believe, she is a devote woman, gentle in her demeanor and nature. She offers no threat to me or to the throne. Her words are but the ramblings of an old mind.” Tellymon shifted his position; the burning herbs were being to fog his mind with their sickly sweet intoxicating aroma. The woman was to close to the truth, a truth he could not afford to be known. The people would turn away from Zan, if they knew about the dreams, the memories; truth.
The priestess’s entourage carefully woke her, as they half carried and half led her back to her tent.
Relieved that the Prince was in a gracious and forgiving mood, Lord Sakhar summoned the dancers as the music began to play. The music was a romantic fable of absent warriors, broken hearts; a maiden’s love.
Tellymon reclined against the silken pillows; his head was heavy with the incense. To his right on another pile of cushions was Lord Sakhar who was obviously enjoying the show as one of dancers was doing a private dance just for him. To his left was Captain Garladar who was also enjoying the show as indicated by his eyes.
In front of him were a bevy of most incredibly beautiful woman and handsome men, sex slaves brought from al over the galaxy. The Lord was well known for his hospitality and the sexual antics of his court were legends around the civilized courtly discussions at the palace.
Tellymon found himself relaxing more and more into the cushions, as he watched the show in front of him. His eyes centered on a tall willowy woman, with long black hair, olive skin, and eyes of green. She came from a far distance world as a present for Lord Sakhar, a gift of gratitude for his rescue of a distant King’s son who had wandered into the desert on a recent expedition visitation.
The dancer’s hips began to sway in time to the music. The bells on her ankles jangled as she gracefully stepped though the moves that caused her body to undulate in the most provocative ways.
Captain Garladar cleared his throat as the dancer shook her upper body; her breasts flowed freely under the translucent golden mesh cloth. He could feel himself harden at the sight: he looked over to see what Tellymon was doing and found the prince entranced by the movements, a slight smile even crossed his face.
The dancer threw her head forwards as a cascade of liquid tresses fell to the floor. She gently rocked her head and shoulders back and forth creating waves of silk, as black as midnight, to shimmer and ripple past her face. Then slowly she parted the sea, and in a sudden burst of energy she tossed her hair backwards, the long strands fell against her back like small whips.
The music began to increase in tempo as her belly and buttocks captured by the rhythm shimmied on their own. Teasingly she undid the ties that held the gold mesh top, first one succulent breast became noticeable and then another. The golden fabric soon pooled on the floor as her breasts swayed freely. She took her hands and pinched the tips while her hips swung back and forth and her mouth opened in ecstasy. Soon her hands were pulling and at the harden nipples while she moved in large circles, her hair twirling in the air. Slowly her hands went down as they left the now rosy and pointed tips, they dipped down into the front of her loosely gathered pants and she shuddered and moaned as the nails grazed her lips.
Tellymon felt himself breathing harder as he watched the show, his cock was so hard for Vilandra, damn he needed her now; he wanted to feel her lips on him, to feel her pussy around him, to feel himself alive in her. He took a deep breath; more of the sweet herb filled his lungs as he dreamed of Vilandra, that she was there with him.
The dancer turned her back to her audience as she drew her hands out and like thin branches in a storm; she moved her arms above her head. Her round tight ass was clearly visible against the sheer damask designed cloth. Bending over, she undid the ties at the base of her ankles, slowly coming up she peeked between her legs at the prince watching her. She undid the ties at the calves and then at the thighs, the fabric moved with the slightness breeze. Smiling she turned back around, her breasts bounced as she twirled about the room, her ass and private area were clearly visible each time the fabric moved or her leg was lifted.
Locking eyes with the Prince she placed one finger up to her mouth, her tongue flicked out, encircling it drawing it into her red lips, Her cheeks moved as she sucked on the flesh until she withdrew it, still dripping. Languidly the finger traced a wet trail from her red lips down her breasts, circling and teasing the nipples, down her stomach. Tellymon watched her finger with awe, his mind remembering the first time he had entered a harem, Zan had a gift for him, a gift that of sexual awareness at a time when he was still so young. He smiled at that thought, as visions of him and Zan crossed his mind.
The dancer was circling her hips and rolling her stomach muscles as she pulled at the ties on the sides of her waist. One hip came into view, creamy, smooth unblemished flesh that was art for the eyes. The second tie was released as the pants dropped, she thrust her hips forward and backward, the music was now speeding up. She began twirling like some ancient top, her head bent slightly back, her hair flinging around, her body became abstract as the flesh merged into flesh.
Captain Garladar gulped, his throat had become dry. Reaching off to the side, a servant handed him a glass of wine, which he drank greedily, beckoning for a refill. Shifting again he placed his hand on his harden cock, trying to kill it; he pushed down hard, only to have it spring back harder. He moaned low as he prayed the Prince did not hear him. Looking out of the corner of his eye, Tellymon was sitting very still staring, and except for the small smile that crossed his face every so often, it looked as though he was calm unaffected by the drugs, atmosphere or the sexual displays.
From the sidelines, another beauty walked onstage. She was dressed in red with a sequined bra that dangled a waterfall of beads over the top of her flat stomach. A beaded red and gold belt hung low on her hips adorned with bells that jangled as she moved. A skirt of layered red and white translucent material that was slit up to the hips in several places. She guided the dancer down onto the floor in front of the men. This beauty was blonde, with eyes of black lying in an area of blue. She was from Creslan. TellymonRath recognized her eyes, as those of their once powerful and now incapacitated enemy after his path of war destroyed them.
The dancer positioned herself on her haunches as she leaned backwards, her finger poised at her entrance. The blonde Creslan, knelt behind her as she pressed against her back, her chin against the crook of her neck. The two began swaying slowly, trance like to the rhythm the musicians had set.
Her hands encircled the dancer’s waist, they supply stroke the skin as she wander north to cup the breasts, weighing them in her hands. She looked up, licking her lips as she presented her find to the audience, locking eyes with the young captain from the village. She seductively moved her fingers as they began to caresses and play with the breasts, rolling the tips in her hands as the dancer arched her back and moaned loudly, her finger slowly entering her own hot core.
The blonde seducer smiled and lapped at her neck her eyes on the captain as she felt the young flesh under her shudder with sexual appetite. Slowly she ran her thumbs across the stiff little nipples; she pulled on the tips, elating more moans from her victim. The dancer responded by sinking her finger in deeper, the pressure for release was great.
The young dancer was panting hard as she struggled to fuck herself deeper. She moved and shifted her body weight under she was sitting in the other girl’s lap, her legs spread wide. This new position allowed the blonde-haired woman to dipped her hands downwards and join those of the dancers as they both played and fuck her with abandonment. One hand expertly pinched the clit, swelling it with desire, while the other placed two fingers up her dripping cunt.
The dancer screamed in delight as she pressed backward against the torturer of her body. The fingers were fucking her fast as the dancer thrashed, her spare hand squeezing the tip of a breast as she came screaming incoherently as she convulsed over and over again.
The two women swayed in unison to the beat of the music as it slowed down, their fingers were slippery as the smell of sex filled the room. The Capitan was drawn in by the woman her, eyes were captivating, her lips full. He desired her that night, he wanted to fuck her, now, no he wanted to fuck them both.
The scene more than affected Tellymon, he was breathing harder, trying to keep his guard up; he wanted to fuck badly, but he could not, not here, he needed Zan and Vilandra, his appetite was great that night.
He saw the Captain get up and walk over to the blonde-haired woman who he took into his arms kissing her deeply. Then he stood her at arm’s length and ripped off her sequined bra, beads flew in all directions as he attacked her breasts, pushing her to the ground. The dancer attempted to move but he grabbed her hand placed it over his clothed cock.
On the other side Tellymon saw was that the father already servicing his personal slave. Tellymon had to get out of there. He leaned over to a servant and asked to be shown the way to his chambers.
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~ Dreams, that may not be Dreams ~
Tellymon found his way into his private tent. He entered the small abode and stripped off his clothes, falling over his feet a couple of times. The last time he ended upon a mattress as he threw his shirt away.
“What in the hell did they have in that incense?” He moaned to himself as he held his spinning head. His cock was so hard it was throbbing and weeping like a leaking facet. He tired to jack off however his coordination sucked.
“I feel like I have been drugged,” he whined to himself as he tired again to fuck himself. “Fuck!” After a couple more attempts he gave up as he lay there, pointing straight to the roof of the tent. “Fuck! Where are Zan and Vilandra when I need them...” He tried to close his eyes and dream walk them but his mind was clouded, to dizzy to concentrate.
He could hear the music coming from the large tent, it seemed to be all over the village, the dancing, the sounds of fucking were loud as the screams of release and rapture filled his ears. “Oh shit…” he threw a pillow over his head. Tellymon tried to sleep; he felt his breath lower as he slowly drifted off.
He woke, at least he thought he was awake, to hands were all over him, massaging his muscles. He felt kisses on his chest as the pillow was lifted off his face. His eyes tried to focus, “Vilandra?” his whispered.
“Yes my love quiet let me take care of you.” He groaned under her hands as she kissed his nipples and stroked his full cock.
Tellymon sighed as he was rewarded with warm lips on his, their tongue were intertwined, different, she felt different tonight, Tellymon’s mind tried to processed. Soon the kiss was full of passion as he arched up dropping her onto his body, he loved the taste of her, her full breasts, his hands laced through her red, no his mind tried to think, her hair is blonde.
He smelled the incense again as it sweet aroma filled his nostrils, his cock hardened at the sensual need his body was feeling. His head was heavy as the drugs from the herbs block his senses and confused his mind. He felt tongue traced his lips and then probed his mouth, as he moaned louder, pressing himself hard against her hand; something was not right Vilandra felt different.
The mouth then left his lips Tellymon felt a cold trail down his chest, her tongue circle his nipples and sucked him, until the peaks hardened.
“Oh Fuck Vilandra...” he panted, pushing her head down towards his cock.
Another set of lips fell upon Tellymon; these were different as they kissed his fully. They were more insistent, the tongue searching out Tellymon’s in a duel of wills. He met the kiss deeply, returning it hard and primal. This was not a woman but a man, “Zan,” Tellymon smiled, “Zan you came.”
This mouth also left his lips as it trailed downward to kiss and lick his already engorged nipples, the drugged incense made him even more sensitive.
"Oh fuck … please someone . . . please," Tellymon moaned. The lips on his nipples traveled downwards, the hand on his cock was still at a slow pace. Tellymon was dying he wanted to come, it was time to come, he had to get what he craved. "Please," he begged, “”Fucking....” Tellymon head went back when he felt a pair of wet lips caress and lick down his cock.
“Yess… oh… yess…” Tellymon moaned one hand in Vilandra’s red hair and the other in Zan’s brown hair. ‘That is not right.’ His mind tried to warn him, the digals went out but he was too intoxicated to process them.
“Roll over,” Zan whispered to Tellymon as he felt the lips leave him.
“No more...”
“Roll over and let us fuck you.”
Tellymon groaned as the two helped to turn him over. Zan pushed his brown hair out of his face and pulled Tellymon onto his knees. Vilandra lifted his arms up, as she raised him onto his hands. Then she slid under him, her long red hair on his pillow.
“No, No! Something’s not right Zan. Your hair?”
“Shh..,” he whispered. “We will take care of you.”
Tellymon felt Zan’s cock at his ass, waiting and then slowly he felt him enter as he shook at sensation that was electrifying. He bucked up against Zan feeling his cock inside, but it wasn’t enough, he needed more, he bucked up harder against Zan, trying to get all his cock into him. He felt the balls against his ass, but something was not right, it wasn’t long enough, Something was different.
Before he could speak Vilandra reached up and kissed him, then whispered in his ear, “Fuck me.”
He looked at her his mind was thinking, ‘No this was not right. They never did this together, have sex. Vilandra and Zan would never allow this to happen, not even on the dream plane. No this is wrong.’
Suddenly he was knocked forward his cock knocked against Vilandra, the cock in him rammed into him over and over trying to force him into the wet hungry pussy.
“Oh fuck that feels so good,” his own cock throbbed and dripped. He was in pain, he need to fuck as he looked down at Vilandra. She looked different, this must be my own personal dream he concluded. ‘It must be my desire to have them both in love with me not fighting for me and pulling me in directions but working together. I am so fuckin’ sick of their games. This must be the reason, but this feels so real, wrong something is wrong.’
Tellymon then positioned himself and slid into Vilandra’s cunt, it felt different even dream sex, she always felt like Vilandra, this was different.
The cock behind him had started a rhythm, Tellymon could not resist as he started pumping his cock in and out. He was so fucking close; he knew he would not last long.
He felt the pressure build up, but he was alone in the want, in the desire, he could not feel Zan or Vilandra, he could not feel their energies, their power. The cock in him was hitting hard against the pleasure glands as Tellymon sped up exploding inside, the blackness came too quickly and he passed out.
The woman and man, sex slaves sent by Lord Sakhar, pulled out and way from the prince. Gently they cleaned him off in the darkness and returned to the harem.
~ Dreams, that may not be Dreams ~
Tellymon found his way into his private tent. He entered the small abode and stripped off his clothes, falling over his feet a couple of times. The last time he ended upon a mattress as he threw his shirt away.
“What in the hell did they have in that incense?” He moaned to himself as he held his spinning head. His cock was so hard it was throbbing and weeping like a leaking facet. He tired to jack off however his coordination sucked.
“I feel like I have been drugged,” he whined to himself as he tired again to fuck himself. “Fuck!” After a couple more attempts he gave up as he lay there, pointing straight to the roof of the tent. “Fuck! Where are Zan and Vilandra when I need them...” He tried to close his eyes and dream walk them but his mind was clouded, to dizzy to concentrate.
He could hear the music coming from the large tent, it seemed to be all over the village, the dancing, the sounds of fucking were loud as the screams of release and rapture filled his ears. “Oh shit…” he threw a pillow over his head. Tellymon tried to sleep; he felt his breath lower as he slowly drifted off.
He woke, at least he thought he was awake, to hands were all over him, massaging his muscles. He felt kisses on his chest as the pillow was lifted off his face. His eyes tried to focus, “Vilandra?” his whispered.
“Yes my love quiet let me take care of you.” He groaned under her hands as she kissed his nipples and stroked his full cock.
Tellymon sighed as he was rewarded with warm lips on his, their tongue were intertwined, different, she felt different tonight, Tellymon’s mind tried to processed. Soon the kiss was full of passion as he arched up dropping her onto his body, he loved the taste of her, her full breasts, his hands laced through her red, no his mind tried to think, her hair is blonde.
He smelled the incense again as it sweet aroma filled his nostrils, his cock hardened at the sensual need his body was feeling. His head was heavy as the drugs from the herbs block his senses and confused his mind. He felt tongue traced his lips and then probed his mouth, as he moaned louder, pressing himself hard against her hand; something was not right Vilandra felt different.
The mouth then left his lips Tellymon felt a cold trail down his chest, her tongue circle his nipples and sucked him, until the peaks hardened.
“Oh Fuck Vilandra...” he panted, pushing her head down towards his cock.
Another set of lips fell upon Tellymon; these were different as they kissed his fully. They were more insistent, the tongue searching out Tellymon’s in a duel of wills. He met the kiss deeply, returning it hard and primal. This was not a woman but a man, “Zan,” Tellymon smiled, “Zan you came.”
This mouth also left his lips as it trailed downward to kiss and lick his already engorged nipples, the drugged incense made him even more sensitive.
"Oh fuck … please someone . . . please," Tellymon moaned. The lips on his nipples traveled downwards, the hand on his cock was still at a slow pace. Tellymon was dying he wanted to come, it was time to come, he had to get what he craved. "Please," he begged, “”Fucking....” Tellymon head went back when he felt a pair of wet lips caress and lick down his cock.
“Yess… oh… yess…” Tellymon moaned one hand in Vilandra’s red hair and the other in Zan’s brown hair. ‘That is not right.’ His mind tried to warn him, the digals went out but he was too intoxicated to process them.
“Roll over,” Zan whispered to Tellymon as he felt the lips leave him.
“No more...”
“Roll over and let us fuck you.”
Tellymon groaned as the two helped to turn him over. Zan pushed his brown hair out of his face and pulled Tellymon onto his knees. Vilandra lifted his arms up, as she raised him onto his hands. Then she slid under him, her long red hair on his pillow.
“No, No! Something’s not right Zan. Your hair?”
“Shh..,” he whispered. “We will take care of you.”
Tellymon felt Zan’s cock at his ass, waiting and then slowly he felt him enter as he shook at sensation that was electrifying. He bucked up against Zan feeling his cock inside, but it wasn’t enough, he needed more, he bucked up harder against Zan, trying to get all his cock into him. He felt the balls against his ass, but something was not right, it wasn’t long enough, Something was different.
Before he could speak Vilandra reached up and kissed him, then whispered in his ear, “Fuck me.”
He looked at her his mind was thinking, ‘No this was not right. They never did this together, have sex. Vilandra and Zan would never allow this to happen, not even on the dream plane. No this is wrong.’
Suddenly he was knocked forward his cock knocked against Vilandra, the cock in him rammed into him over and over trying to force him into the wet hungry pussy.
“Oh fuck that feels so good,” his own cock throbbed and dripped. He was in pain, he need to fuck as he looked down at Vilandra. She looked different, this must be my own personal dream he concluded. ‘It must be my desire to have them both in love with me not fighting for me and pulling me in directions but working together. I am so fuckin’ sick of their games. This must be the reason, but this feels so real, wrong something is wrong.’
Tellymon then positioned himself and slid into Vilandra’s cunt, it felt different even dream sex, she always felt like Vilandra, this was different.
The cock behind him had started a rhythm, Tellymon could not resist as he started pumping his cock in and out. He was so fucking close; he knew he would not last long.
He felt the pressure build up, but he was alone in the want, in the desire, he could not feel Zan or Vilandra, he could not feel their energies, their power. The cock in him was hitting hard against the pleasure glands as Tellymon sped up exploding inside, the blackness came too quickly and he passed out.
The woman and man, sex slaves sent by Lord Sakhar, pulled out and way from the prince. Gently they cleaned him off in the darkness and returned to the harem.
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To: Cherie, gnrkrystle, JadeAntar, kalyku, Scottie, Thanette
Thanks for all the wonderful feedback and encouragement-- you guys are great. A big thanks to all those who sent emails and pm’s. You have no idea how much all your support has helped and meant to me.
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Warning: Explicit Sexual Content Slash
~ Deception ~
Captain Garladar after he had fulfilled his carnal pleasure noticed the prince had vacated the premises. Enquiring of the servants, he discovered that TellymonRath had gone to his tent. Deciding to check in on the prince in case he was needed, the captain walked quietly over to the tent, opening the flap, he adjusted his eyes to the low candle that lit the interior. He walked in to see TellymonRath asleep, the sheet just barely covered his hips; his cock still hard was very visible beneath the fabric.
However, what drew his eye was not the specimen of manhood, but the snake. He approached cautiously; he wanted to see it close up. He knelt at the side of the prince and reached out a hand to feel the snake’s body, very softly he touched the scaly surface, mesmerized by its feel. Slowly his hand started to trace the snake further down, the sheet fell to the side revealing the majestic cock in front of him.
Tellymon was in the orgasm heaven, he felt the touch but it did not wake him. He was deep in dreams, floating in a sea of ecstasy; all the tactile caresses were making him hornier. He smelled the incense once again as it wafted into his tent. His cock was reacting to the smooth fingertips as it hardened and bobbed up and down.
The Captain looked at the face of his Commander; he was so young, so peaceful looking, so much power. His lips parted as he breathed deepened, he was enjoying the touch. The Captain expanded his exploration as his fingers grazed past the royal balls and penis.
He knew he could be executed for this, but he desired Tellymon very much, he would willingly be his confident if he could only win his love. Tellymon moaned as the hands again brushed pass the sensitive zones.
The Captain stood up and secured the flap entrance so that none would enter and then turned out the candlelight. He took off his shirt and bravely lay down next to Tellymon as he timidly took the cock into his hand. Tellymon arched and let out a deep moan, his breath immediately became shallow.
He leaned forward and whispered into his ear, as he kissed his neck, “I can see you're enjoying this.” He grasped his cock more firmly; the tip had begun to leak seminal fluid.
Tellymon tried to come around but he was too under the spell, he was fine for now to lay back and let Zan fuck him. His moans were deep and sleep took control of the depth of the vocal tones.
Feeling full of himself the Captain took a chance and kissed Tellymon softly on the lips, gently lapping at the entrance as Rath opened his mouth and they two kissed passionately. Even though he was asleep, Tellymon responded to the kiss, sucking on Zan’s tongue bringing it into his mouth, circling it, caressing it. The Captain felt arms about him, as he shift his weight and straddled Tellymon’s waist
Finally, the kiss broke for lack of air, as the captain sucked and nipped along the flesh, as he headed for the strong muscular chest beneath him. His tongue tasted and explored Tellymon’s entire chest as he suck and lightly bite the nipples, his ears heard a distinct deep chuckle. He lapped over to the other tip and did the same, once again, he heard the same chuckle deep and low when he lightly bit him.
He slowly licked his way down, exciting Tellymon to the break of despair as he worked his way to the groin. He flicked his tongue snake-like at the snake’s head tracing the pattern, feeling the sensation upon his tongue. He continued to lick, nip, and suck on the skin as he reached his cock. He lifted his head and saw Tellymon was beginning to stir; he was still hazy between the drugs and the orgasm. The captain bent his head down and sank his open mouth over Tellymon’s cock, his tongue swirled around the shaft, squeezing it. He traced the vein with his tongue then he began to move teasing the head gently with his teeth, sucking it hard, before he once again plunged downward.
Tellymon began to shake and shudder he was already ready to come, sensing that, the captain released his cock, instead he sucked his balls into his mouth, one at a time, gently biting them. His hand replaced his mouth as he stroked the prince hard. He felt Tellymon begin to swell.
The captain once again took the cock into his mouth as his head bobbed up and down, while he played with the balls. He was sucking hard, nipping in the right places,
Tellymon was now awake as he arched his back and shoved his cock even further in.
“Ohh…oh…” he sighed his voice deep and raspy. “That is it… suck... oh good… feels so good.”
The Captain placed one hand under Tellymon’s ass, raised it slightly as his finger slowly found the opening and entered it gently. Finding the gland, he stroked it in time to his mouth. He felt the moisture release and Tellymon moaned even louder. The Captain had heard of this gland, he himself did not have it, sex for him was a little rougher, more painful, but still he enjoyed it.
Tellymon bucked his hips towards the captain as his finger slid in further hitting the other gland as the pressure mounted on Tellymon to come.
His mouth was creating a vacuum as Tellymon swelled up, the finger continued to fuck him as he came exploding with a violence that shook the ground as he released his powers. The Captain was knocked clear over to the side of the tent; he shook his head with amazement.
He came back over to Tellymon, laying his body on top, their bare chests contacted, as he kissed him. Suddenly he felt himself roll over. Tellymon was awake kissing him, as he removed his pants with a wave of his hand. The Captain enjoyed having the weight of his Commander on him pushing him down into the mattress. Rath spread his legs wide so he could settle down between them. Their erections met causing moans to escape from both of them.
“Much better,” he whispered, as he took Zan In another hot kiss. His hands were everywhere, caressing, pinching, stroking. The captain became lost in the sensation. Tellymon continue to explore the hard cock in his grasp, relishing in Zan hips moving against his hands
“On your knees,” ordered Tellymon said as he pushed him gently.
The captain complied hoping he was still lubricated from his experience earlier, or this was going to hurt.
Rath spread his legs out wide and settling his body in between as he leaned forward kissing his back. Rath ran his hands down his back as he gently forced Zan’s upper body down until his chest and head were flat on the mattress. Slowly he backtracked, keeping pressure on Zan’s back to remain in place.
Tellymon poised himself at the entrance and started to slide in, the entrance was not a slick as Zan usually is, but then again, Tellymon was still half-asleep. He pushed in deep, his cock filling every nook and cranny; he did not stop until he was fully sheathed. He kissed and nipped on Zan’s back, but not going any further into the bonding ritual, he was too tired and just had the urge to fuck, not play.
He pulled out and then back in, the captain winced but soon he was meeting Tellymon thrust for thrust as he threw his ass against him. The captain closed his eyes as Rath began to move in and out, each time with a little more force than the last.
Tellymon was enjoying this fuck, Zan was always good but this was just a little different. Tellymon looked up and saw his black hair, as he bent his head again and watched fascinated as his cock slipped in and out.
“Tell me this is not what you want,” he commanded, easing his cock out before sliding back in again.
The captain growled low as he let the feeling wash over him. Rath fucked him hard as the captain moaned and gasped, the faster and harder he fucked, the captain moaned louder, he was in heaven, he had never felt any cock like this; it was the power of royalty, it was the power of a warrior, it was the power of the ancients.
Rath began to thrust uncontrollably; he was pumping in and out like a piston, increasing the speed and thrusting power each time. His fingers sank into Zan’s hips bringing him back onto his cock with each movement.
Tellymon leaned forward and grabbed the captain’s cock in his hand. He was stroking it fast; he felt it swell, as he prepared to come.
“That’s right, come with me Zan, fuck my hand,” Tellymon buried his face into the captain’s back, “Oh fuck your ass is so good, even when I am so fucked up.” He laughed as he slammed hard the last few times.
The captain groaned and came into this hand as Tellymon shot his seed deep into his body. Rath felt all his strength drain from him as he entered the intense orgasm after effect.
Thanks for all the wonderful feedback and encouragement-- you guys are great. A big thanks to all those who sent emails and pm’s. You have no idea how much all your support has helped and meant to me.
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Warning: Explicit Sexual Content Slash
~ Deception ~
Captain Garladar after he had fulfilled his carnal pleasure noticed the prince had vacated the premises. Enquiring of the servants, he discovered that TellymonRath had gone to his tent. Deciding to check in on the prince in case he was needed, the captain walked quietly over to the tent, opening the flap, he adjusted his eyes to the low candle that lit the interior. He walked in to see TellymonRath asleep, the sheet just barely covered his hips; his cock still hard was very visible beneath the fabric.
However, what drew his eye was not the specimen of manhood, but the snake. He approached cautiously; he wanted to see it close up. He knelt at the side of the prince and reached out a hand to feel the snake’s body, very softly he touched the scaly surface, mesmerized by its feel. Slowly his hand started to trace the snake further down, the sheet fell to the side revealing the majestic cock in front of him.
Tellymon was in the orgasm heaven, he felt the touch but it did not wake him. He was deep in dreams, floating in a sea of ecstasy; all the tactile caresses were making him hornier. He smelled the incense once again as it wafted into his tent. His cock was reacting to the smooth fingertips as it hardened and bobbed up and down.
The Captain looked at the face of his Commander; he was so young, so peaceful looking, so much power. His lips parted as he breathed deepened, he was enjoying the touch. The Captain expanded his exploration as his fingers grazed past the royal balls and penis.
He knew he could be executed for this, but he desired Tellymon very much, he would willingly be his confident if he could only win his love. Tellymon moaned as the hands again brushed pass the sensitive zones.
The Captain stood up and secured the flap entrance so that none would enter and then turned out the candlelight. He took off his shirt and bravely lay down next to Tellymon as he timidly took the cock into his hand. Tellymon arched and let out a deep moan, his breath immediately became shallow.
He leaned forward and whispered into his ear, as he kissed his neck, “I can see you're enjoying this.” He grasped his cock more firmly; the tip had begun to leak seminal fluid.
Tellymon tried to come around but he was too under the spell, he was fine for now to lay back and let Zan fuck him. His moans were deep and sleep took control of the depth of the vocal tones.
Feeling full of himself the Captain took a chance and kissed Tellymon softly on the lips, gently lapping at the entrance as Rath opened his mouth and they two kissed passionately. Even though he was asleep, Tellymon responded to the kiss, sucking on Zan’s tongue bringing it into his mouth, circling it, caressing it. The Captain felt arms about him, as he shift his weight and straddled Tellymon’s waist
Finally, the kiss broke for lack of air, as the captain sucked and nipped along the flesh, as he headed for the strong muscular chest beneath him. His tongue tasted and explored Tellymon’s entire chest as he suck and lightly bite the nipples, his ears heard a distinct deep chuckle. He lapped over to the other tip and did the same, once again, he heard the same chuckle deep and low when he lightly bit him.
He slowly licked his way down, exciting Tellymon to the break of despair as he worked his way to the groin. He flicked his tongue snake-like at the snake’s head tracing the pattern, feeling the sensation upon his tongue. He continued to lick, nip, and suck on the skin as he reached his cock. He lifted his head and saw Tellymon was beginning to stir; he was still hazy between the drugs and the orgasm. The captain bent his head down and sank his open mouth over Tellymon’s cock, his tongue swirled around the shaft, squeezing it. He traced the vein with his tongue then he began to move teasing the head gently with his teeth, sucking it hard, before he once again plunged downward.
Tellymon began to shake and shudder he was already ready to come, sensing that, the captain released his cock, instead he sucked his balls into his mouth, one at a time, gently biting them. His hand replaced his mouth as he stroked the prince hard. He felt Tellymon begin to swell.
The captain once again took the cock into his mouth as his head bobbed up and down, while he played with the balls. He was sucking hard, nipping in the right places,
Tellymon was now awake as he arched his back and shoved his cock even further in.
“Ohh…oh…” he sighed his voice deep and raspy. “That is it… suck... oh good… feels so good.”
The Captain placed one hand under Tellymon’s ass, raised it slightly as his finger slowly found the opening and entered it gently. Finding the gland, he stroked it in time to his mouth. He felt the moisture release and Tellymon moaned even louder. The Captain had heard of this gland, he himself did not have it, sex for him was a little rougher, more painful, but still he enjoyed it.
Tellymon bucked his hips towards the captain as his finger slid in further hitting the other gland as the pressure mounted on Tellymon to come.
His mouth was creating a vacuum as Tellymon swelled up, the finger continued to fuck him as he came exploding with a violence that shook the ground as he released his powers. The Captain was knocked clear over to the side of the tent; he shook his head with amazement.
He came back over to Tellymon, laying his body on top, their bare chests contacted, as he kissed him. Suddenly he felt himself roll over. Tellymon was awake kissing him, as he removed his pants with a wave of his hand. The Captain enjoyed having the weight of his Commander on him pushing him down into the mattress. Rath spread his legs wide so he could settle down between them. Their erections met causing moans to escape from both of them.
“Much better,” he whispered, as he took Zan In another hot kiss. His hands were everywhere, caressing, pinching, stroking. The captain became lost in the sensation. Tellymon continue to explore the hard cock in his grasp, relishing in Zan hips moving against his hands
“On your knees,” ordered Tellymon said as he pushed him gently.
The captain complied hoping he was still lubricated from his experience earlier, or this was going to hurt.
Rath spread his legs out wide and settling his body in between as he leaned forward kissing his back. Rath ran his hands down his back as he gently forced Zan’s upper body down until his chest and head were flat on the mattress. Slowly he backtracked, keeping pressure on Zan’s back to remain in place.
Tellymon poised himself at the entrance and started to slide in, the entrance was not a slick as Zan usually is, but then again, Tellymon was still half-asleep. He pushed in deep, his cock filling every nook and cranny; he did not stop until he was fully sheathed. He kissed and nipped on Zan’s back, but not going any further into the bonding ritual, he was too tired and just had the urge to fuck, not play.
He pulled out and then back in, the captain winced but soon he was meeting Tellymon thrust for thrust as he threw his ass against him. The captain closed his eyes as Rath began to move in and out, each time with a little more force than the last.
Tellymon was enjoying this fuck, Zan was always good but this was just a little different. Tellymon looked up and saw his black hair, as he bent his head again and watched fascinated as his cock slipped in and out.
“Tell me this is not what you want,” he commanded, easing his cock out before sliding back in again.
The captain growled low as he let the feeling wash over him. Rath fucked him hard as the captain moaned and gasped, the faster and harder he fucked, the captain moaned louder, he was in heaven, he had never felt any cock like this; it was the power of royalty, it was the power of a warrior, it was the power of the ancients.
Rath began to thrust uncontrollably; he was pumping in and out like a piston, increasing the speed and thrusting power each time. His fingers sank into Zan’s hips bringing him back onto his cock with each movement.
Tellymon leaned forward and grabbed the captain’s cock in his hand. He was stroking it fast; he felt it swell, as he prepared to come.
“That’s right, come with me Zan, fuck my hand,” Tellymon buried his face into the captain’s back, “Oh fuck your ass is so good, even when I am so fucked up.” He laughed as he slammed hard the last few times.
The captain groaned and came into this hand as Tellymon shot his seed deep into his body. Rath felt all his strength drain from him as he entered the intense orgasm after effect.
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~ Daybreak and Reality ~
One beam of light had found a small pinhole in the black felt tent as it pierced through Tellymon’s eyelid. He shifted his head to block the light. He felt the heavy body on top of him, smiling he pushed up and turned until his face was buried in the warm neck.
Tellymon’s eyes were closed; he really did not want to wake up, that is when all the problems started. He just wanted to stay here in bed with Zan, as he enclosed his arms around the sleeping form. His only wish was that Zan and Vilandra could cooperate and stop the pulling match, it had driven him crazy these last six months.
He kissed the exposed neck area, “Zan” his whispered into his ear, “Zan” Tellymon rolled them over so he was now laid on top; their bodies were in close contact as his cock began to stir again. Tellymon was kissing Zan neck, cheeks and eyes, trying to arouse him for an early morning fuck. “Zan, wake a little.” Tellymon’s voice always purred in the early hours, it was husky and deep from sex and sleep.
The Captain stirred out of his dream, he felt himself being rolled over; he was enjoying the erotic kisses, the rubbing of their bodies together and then he heard the word Zan. At that moment he was crushed, Tellymon did not want him but the King.
“Zan,” Tellymon was beginning to wake more fully, his cock was hard, and his body yearned for Zan. Usually he was sedated after a night of sex, but for some strange reason his body still needed Zan’s touch, his body, his cock.
“Zan,” Tellymon whispered again “I want to fuck you, I desire you so much.” As he leaned forward to kiss the lips, he heard something he never expected to hear.
“I am not Zan.”
Tellymon froze; his senses went on full alert. He shot back off the warm body, wiping the sleep from his eyes. As they focused, he saw the Captain lying naked beside him.
“What the fuck,” Tellymon yelled as he jumped up his hand ablaze with white light.
The captain braced for death, he saw the fury in Tellymon’s eyes and the white light surround his hand prelude to a death blast.
“What happened here?”
“I came to check on you last night, you were asleep.”
“How did …” Tellymon stopped, he was at a lost for words.
Captain Garladar was shaking he knew what he had done was improper but he could not resist the temptation. “I saw the snake I was fascinated as I had heard stories of the brotherhood, but they are only legends, at least that is what thought until last night.”
“How did?” Tellymon repeated.
He sat up the sheet just barely covered his lap. “I touched the snake; I only meant to see what it felt like…then…I….’ The captain rubbed the back of his neck, his face looked scared. “.. .and you responded, I thought it was to me. I was very drunk and drugged from the sex incense, my head was not thinking clearing or I would never have.”
Tellymon held up his hand to silence the captain. His head was clearer as he remember the events of the last night. “It was you not Zan.” He lowered the other hand and stood there looking at Captain Garladar “Oh fuck...”his hand wiped across his mouth.
Tellymon ran his hand trough his hair a couple of times while thinking; he then sat down on the bed next to him.
“You were hoping for a connection?”
The captain nodded his affirmation.
“I am sorry I cannot give you my love, there is someone else.”
“The King?”
Tellymon did not say anything his look was plain enough.
“I had no right to even contemplate such a union.” The captain’s head was down.
“Did I hurt you?” asked Tellymon, knowing how his species had no sex gland and that anal sex for them could hurt.
“No not really, sex for our males has always been painful.” He looked up from the floor.
Tellymon reached out and touched his cheek; he could feel the discomfort from the act. He dropped his hands to his chest and concentrated sending a wave out downward, healing any small rips and the muscle. When he finished he removed his hand and looked at the captain, a serious expression crossed his face. “What I am is a secret that none must know.”
“I understand. I will die if I ever saw anything.”
“Yes I am afraid I would kill you.” Tellymon was cold in his admission; the captain could not understand how a man one minute so full of love and tenderness could be so cold and murderous the next.
Tellymon stood and dressed, the captain could not help but marvel at his physique as he remembered the night. Tellymon felt his eyes, “Dress, no one must know you where here. If the King catches wind, he will kill you himself. I may not be able to stop him.”
The captain stood up and dressed, he was fine-looking thought Tellymon as he pondered what he was going to do, how could he keep what happened a secret. Walls would have to be built around last night events, tight impregnable walls, He would have to delve into the dark arts and tread the waters to enforce the barrier.
Tellymon walked out of the tent, the area was clear; the village was sound asleep due to the late night activity.
“It is safe to leave. You will free your mind from last night as if it never happened.”
“I will try but I can never forget,” the captain said as he looked with love to the Commander.
“You must, you cannot love me, it is forbidden” the voice was cold, stoic, unemotional.
One beam of light had found a small pinhole in the black felt tent as it pierced through Tellymon’s eyelid. He shifted his head to block the light. He felt the heavy body on top of him, smiling he pushed up and turned until his face was buried in the warm neck.
Tellymon’s eyes were closed; he really did not want to wake up, that is when all the problems started. He just wanted to stay here in bed with Zan, as he enclosed his arms around the sleeping form. His only wish was that Zan and Vilandra could cooperate and stop the pulling match, it had driven him crazy these last six months.
He kissed the exposed neck area, “Zan” his whispered into his ear, “Zan” Tellymon rolled them over so he was now laid on top; their bodies were in close contact as his cock began to stir again. Tellymon was kissing Zan neck, cheeks and eyes, trying to arouse him for an early morning fuck. “Zan, wake a little.” Tellymon’s voice always purred in the early hours, it was husky and deep from sex and sleep.
The Captain stirred out of his dream, he felt himself being rolled over; he was enjoying the erotic kisses, the rubbing of their bodies together and then he heard the word Zan. At that moment he was crushed, Tellymon did not want him but the King.
“Zan,” Tellymon was beginning to wake more fully, his cock was hard, and his body yearned for Zan. Usually he was sedated after a night of sex, but for some strange reason his body still needed Zan’s touch, his body, his cock.
“Zan,” Tellymon whispered again “I want to fuck you, I desire you so much.” As he leaned forward to kiss the lips, he heard something he never expected to hear.
“I am not Zan.”
Tellymon froze; his senses went on full alert. He shot back off the warm body, wiping the sleep from his eyes. As they focused, he saw the Captain lying naked beside him.
“What the fuck,” Tellymon yelled as he jumped up his hand ablaze with white light.
The captain braced for death, he saw the fury in Tellymon’s eyes and the white light surround his hand prelude to a death blast.
“What happened here?”
“I came to check on you last night, you were asleep.”
“How did …” Tellymon stopped, he was at a lost for words.
Captain Garladar was shaking he knew what he had done was improper but he could not resist the temptation. “I saw the snake I was fascinated as I had heard stories of the brotherhood, but they are only legends, at least that is what thought until last night.”
“How did?” Tellymon repeated.
He sat up the sheet just barely covered his lap. “I touched the snake; I only meant to see what it felt like…then…I….’ The captain rubbed the back of his neck, his face looked scared. “.. .and you responded, I thought it was to me. I was very drunk and drugged from the sex incense, my head was not thinking clearing or I would never have.”
Tellymon held up his hand to silence the captain. His head was clearer as he remember the events of the last night. “It was you not Zan.” He lowered the other hand and stood there looking at Captain Garladar “Oh fuck...”his hand wiped across his mouth.
Tellymon ran his hand trough his hair a couple of times while thinking; he then sat down on the bed next to him.
“You were hoping for a connection?”
The captain nodded his affirmation.
“I am sorry I cannot give you my love, there is someone else.”
“The King?”
Tellymon did not say anything his look was plain enough.
“I had no right to even contemplate such a union.” The captain’s head was down.
“Did I hurt you?” asked Tellymon, knowing how his species had no sex gland and that anal sex for them could hurt.
“No not really, sex for our males has always been painful.” He looked up from the floor.
Tellymon reached out and touched his cheek; he could feel the discomfort from the act. He dropped his hands to his chest and concentrated sending a wave out downward, healing any small rips and the muscle. When he finished he removed his hand and looked at the captain, a serious expression crossed his face. “What I am is a secret that none must know.”
“I understand. I will die if I ever saw anything.”
“Yes I am afraid I would kill you.” Tellymon was cold in his admission; the captain could not understand how a man one minute so full of love and tenderness could be so cold and murderous the next.
Tellymon stood and dressed, the captain could not help but marvel at his physique as he remembered the night. Tellymon felt his eyes, “Dress, no one must know you where here. If the King catches wind, he will kill you himself. I may not be able to stop him.”
The captain stood up and dressed, he was fine-looking thought Tellymon as he pondered what he was going to do, how could he keep what happened a secret. Walls would have to be built around last night events, tight impregnable walls, He would have to delve into the dark arts and tread the waters to enforce the barrier.
Tellymon walked out of the tent, the area was clear; the village was sound asleep due to the late night activity.
“It is safe to leave. You will free your mind from last night as if it never happened.”
“I will try but I can never forget,” the captain said as he looked with love to the Commander.
“You must, you cannot love me, it is forbidden” the voice was cold, stoic, unemotional.
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~ Water and Sand ~
Tellymon took a short walk around the area, getting a lay of the land for his memory. Looking out over the Gulf of Aqabath he could see the desolate Mountains of the Biasad range, a low mist covered them. There was absolute stillness as the clouds above were reflected in the silver flatness of the water.
He noticed a young boy just a few feet away, asleep on a coarsely woven sleeping mat. As the warmth of the sun reach him, he stirred and lazily unrolled himself from his reddish brown thick wool blanket, stood stretching and scratching himself. Tellymon smiled at the child, as he leaned against the sea wall, still gazing at the calm waters.
Suddenly, the child shouted out with excited glees and squeals. He clapped his hands and waved his arms wildly, all the while looking out to the sea. Then from nowhere a sleek metallic looking object flew from the water, sailed gracefully into the air before splashing down into the water again vanishing in to invisibility.
The boy ran into the water, diving in with quick fast strokes, about 100 yards off shore Tellymon saw the sea creature again as he came up next to the boy. The boy obviously had no fear of this creature as Tellymon watched the villages gather around, no one else did either. They smiled reassuringly and waved at the boy from the shore. Soon other children were crashing into the water as they swam out to the animal. Tellymon watched in fascination as the children played with this gentle giant.
“She was a lost soul and came here for peace and freedom,” said the old gravely voice, belonging to the seer.
Tellymon turned around.
“You are a lost soul, spilt in two, looking for the other half.”
“Seer of wisdom, of the ancients, I respect your beliefs but what you say has nothing to do with me.”
“No you are him, but you are torn between the two. One has the warrior’s heart given to her in love.” The seer’s eyes burned into him. “The other has the warrior’s soul, eternal they are linked.”
“You caused those dreams, you drugged me.”
“No the incense only allowed you to feel what you truly desired, peace between the two, togetherness yet separate.”
The seer looked out towards the boy in the water. “You will die and come back greater than all the reincarnations you suffered before. Yet you will be damn to repeat the past, until the two become one, equal in body, spirit, and soul.” The old woman began to hobble away as she spoke her last words, “You are the one that will free us.”
Tellymon watched her disappear into the reeds, her words pounded in his head, “You will die…” his greatest fear.
“My Lord the horses are ready to go, we must be quick as the old men of the village say another storm is on its way.” Tellymon turned at looked at the soldier, a member of his escort. He nodded and started towards the tent to say his goodbyes to Lord Sakhar and thank him for the hospitality.
Captain Garladar was already mounted; his eyes shielded by a hood as he stood waiting. Tellymon mounted and they were off, the horses were at fast clip, determined to make the transport area before a storm fell upon them.
They pasted the ancient complex; it glistened in the sun, as Tellymon thought of the mural of Atarh. The transport was soon in sight as they felt the winds pick up.
As they departed the area, Tellymon looked out to see the desert once again being consumed by the powerful force, one that cannot be stop. The storm was a necessary evil, that brought renewal and life to the dunes.
That was the way of things, as one evil force would rise up to consume what was just and strong, soon Antar would face such a force, one that would blanket and suffocate the people, eventually bringing down the Throne itself as well as the warrior.
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This is the last part that appeared as part of the contest. This section will appear in Book 2: Past Returns but a longer version with the return to the palace that deals with aftermath.
Captain Garladar is already written into Book 5: The Return to Antar where his association as one of TellymonRath’s Generals and advisors is frowned upon by Max. Needless to say there will be some conflict between Michael and Max as this part of their past comes back into the present.
Thanks to all who read and for your support and wonderful comments. Love to you all
Tellymon took a short walk around the area, getting a lay of the land for his memory. Looking out over the Gulf of Aqabath he could see the desolate Mountains of the Biasad range, a low mist covered them. There was absolute stillness as the clouds above were reflected in the silver flatness of the water.
He noticed a young boy just a few feet away, asleep on a coarsely woven sleeping mat. As the warmth of the sun reach him, he stirred and lazily unrolled himself from his reddish brown thick wool blanket, stood stretching and scratching himself. Tellymon smiled at the child, as he leaned against the sea wall, still gazing at the calm waters.
Suddenly, the child shouted out with excited glees and squeals. He clapped his hands and waved his arms wildly, all the while looking out to the sea. Then from nowhere a sleek metallic looking object flew from the water, sailed gracefully into the air before splashing down into the water again vanishing in to invisibility.
The boy ran into the water, diving in with quick fast strokes, about 100 yards off shore Tellymon saw the sea creature again as he came up next to the boy. The boy obviously had no fear of this creature as Tellymon watched the villages gather around, no one else did either. They smiled reassuringly and waved at the boy from the shore. Soon other children were crashing into the water as they swam out to the animal. Tellymon watched in fascination as the children played with this gentle giant.
“She was a lost soul and came here for peace and freedom,” said the old gravely voice, belonging to the seer.
Tellymon turned around.
“You are a lost soul, spilt in two, looking for the other half.”
“Seer of wisdom, of the ancients, I respect your beliefs but what you say has nothing to do with me.”
“No you are him, but you are torn between the two. One has the warrior’s heart given to her in love.” The seer’s eyes burned into him. “The other has the warrior’s soul, eternal they are linked.”
“You caused those dreams, you drugged me.”
“No the incense only allowed you to feel what you truly desired, peace between the two, togetherness yet separate.”
The seer looked out towards the boy in the water. “You will die and come back greater than all the reincarnations you suffered before. Yet you will be damn to repeat the past, until the two become one, equal in body, spirit, and soul.” The old woman began to hobble away as she spoke her last words, “You are the one that will free us.”
Tellymon watched her disappear into the reeds, her words pounded in his head, “You will die…” his greatest fear.
“My Lord the horses are ready to go, we must be quick as the old men of the village say another storm is on its way.” Tellymon turned at looked at the soldier, a member of his escort. He nodded and started towards the tent to say his goodbyes to Lord Sakhar and thank him for the hospitality.
Captain Garladar was already mounted; his eyes shielded by a hood as he stood waiting. Tellymon mounted and they were off, the horses were at fast clip, determined to make the transport area before a storm fell upon them.
They pasted the ancient complex; it glistened in the sun, as Tellymon thought of the mural of Atarh. The transport was soon in sight as they felt the winds pick up.
As they departed the area, Tellymon looked out to see the desert once again being consumed by the powerful force, one that cannot be stop. The storm was a necessary evil, that brought renewal and life to the dunes.
That was the way of things, as one evil force would rise up to consume what was just and strong, soon Antar would face such a force, one that would blanket and suffocate the people, eventually bringing down the Throne itself as well as the warrior.
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This is the last part that appeared as part of the contest. This section will appear in Book 2: Past Returns but a longer version with the return to the palace that deals with aftermath.
Captain Garladar is already written into Book 5: The Return to Antar where his association as one of TellymonRath’s Generals and advisors is frowned upon by Max. Needless to say there will be some conflict between Michael and Max as this part of their past comes back into the present.
Thanks to all who read and for your support and wonderful comments. Love to you all
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The previous parts was how the story was written for the contest. The story will defiantly go into Book Two, making a place of rit now. I thought as I declared this story complete I would leave you all with a little something to entice you to read Book 2: The Past Returns……
~War and Love~
The ride back to the Palace was held in silence. Captain Garladar, his head bowed in shame over what he had done, sat in the back quiet, the rest of the escort figured he had a hard night and was asleep.
Tellymon took up a position by the window as he watched Antar fly below his feet. His head was pounding over what had happened in the desert, the seer’s words about dying and being the one echoed over and over in his head. The dream, that vividly shocking dream so long ago on that spring day; that day he dreamt of the Palace of the Silver Rose, of that tower where he himself had stood upon just a few weeks ago. That dream where the ancient warriors in battle vociferated his name loudly and vehemently, they called summoning his return, they roared the name Atarh, shattering the heavenly firmament above them raining down fire and ice.
Tellymon took a deep breath, how was it that he could remember battles thousands of years ago that he himself fought. How was it that he could still envision the blood of his wife; it was her blood upon his hands and lips, a wife whose face was unfamiliar to him, a wife who lived hundreds before he was born. Moreover, how was it that he once stood upon an alien land and took in his arms the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, with eyes so foreign, so remote, so blue like a precious jewel. How did he know these things, he could feel his blood stir with the emotions, the desires, the wanting, the lure of power. How was it that he could taste the blood, smell the scorched soil of forgotten wars, hear the tortured souls screaming for death and even revel in the pleasure of their deaths. Tellymon closed his eyes as he screamed out mentally for the pain to go away, for the anger inside to dissipate, for freedom to know who and what he was.
Tellymon prepared his mind, forcing the walls around the events of the desert, the seer’s words, the sexual antics, and even his infatuation with the Capitan. He secures the walls tighter later that night when he performed sacrifices and rites, as he walked into the Dark Waters, where he would again sell a piece of his soul into eternal damnation.
The transport slowly came to a stop as it landed in the field just a few hundred yards from the palace main doors. Tellymon was the first off; his actions were quick and forceful. The entourage scurried to keep up with him as he made his way down the various corridors for the throne room and the great hall where Zan would be in session.
The magnificent copper doors flew open with great pomp and circumstance as the crowd inside fell instantly silent upon the sight of Rath. He was an impressive sight standing there, as he surveyed the room scoping out Zan sitting upon the dais where he was deliberating a land dispute between two houses. Rath made way for the steps; his men marched in two columns directly behind him, until he began to climb the stairs, they then stopped and waited.
Captain Garladar feared that his life might end that day, if the King was to sense what had taken place the prior night. He swallowed deep and stood erect, at attention as he watched Tellymon approach the King.
Tellymon blew past the two servants who held in their hands the royal robe and crown. Tradition had always demanded those of royal blood to be properly dressed when representing the Kingdom of Antar, and being on the upper tier meant just that.
Zan watched, knowing something was wrong, Rath may be rash but he always stopped to place on his robe and crown out of respect, even though he despised wearing both.
TellymonRath reached the dais where he leaned into Zan whispering, ”I need to talk to you now,” indicating the side door to the private office of the King.
Zan nodded and issued an order for a continuation the following day. He got up and followed Rath, who had already disappeared through the door. Zan barely entered his office when the door slammed shut, sealing the lock, as Tellymon grabbed him in his arms, kissing him so passionately it took Zan’s breath way. Zan could sense something was wrong something was different.
Tellymon was frantic in his actions as he stripped the robe and clothes from Zan physic, marveling as his finger glided across the squared, ripped pectoral muscles, whose fibers arched defining the valley between.
Zan was having trouble focusing as he felt himself being lead backwards to the large leather hobnailed sofa that sat opposite a great black stone fireplace. The emotions coming off Rath were incredible; he had never felt so much love and desire from him.
Rath pushed Zan up against the back of the sofa as he continued the onslaught of his body, ripping what clothes there was from his form. His hands traveled over well-constructed form, outlining the bulges that definitely were all in then right places.
Tellymon shook off his clothes as Zan dropped them onto the floor one by one. He was lapping and tasting the delectable skin that was offered up to him. Zan marveled at Rath’s incredible muscular abs as they rippled, deep valleys separated every block of muscle.
Tellymon’s needs were devouring him as hungrily; with carnal desire, he took Zan in a deep full kiss, letting his power flow forth entering Zan’s very soul. He tensed up on the intrusion, suffocating from the internal pressure; the forcing of soul into another was a perilous feat, one that could end in death for one of the two.
Zan knew something has happened out there in the desert, something that frighten TellymonRath, something that propelled him back to the Palace, something that changed him.
“Rath what happened out there in the desert,” Zan whispered in between kisses.
Tellymon stopped for a second and looked Zan directly in the eyes, “Please never ask me again what happened. Do that for me. Please Zan”
Tellymon was in a war with himself and he did not lose wars. In Tellymon’s eyes, Zan was truly pulchritudinous, he now realized how much Zan meant to him, to what lengths he would go to keep Zan in his life.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~TBC IN BOOK TWO ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
THANKS TO ALL FOR READING AND THE SUPPORT
~War and Love~
The ride back to the Palace was held in silence. Captain Garladar, his head bowed in shame over what he had done, sat in the back quiet, the rest of the escort figured he had a hard night and was asleep.
Tellymon took up a position by the window as he watched Antar fly below his feet. His head was pounding over what had happened in the desert, the seer’s words about dying and being the one echoed over and over in his head. The dream, that vividly shocking dream so long ago on that spring day; that day he dreamt of the Palace of the Silver Rose, of that tower where he himself had stood upon just a few weeks ago. That dream where the ancient warriors in battle vociferated his name loudly and vehemently, they called summoning his return, they roared the name Atarh, shattering the heavenly firmament above them raining down fire and ice.
Tellymon took a deep breath, how was it that he could remember battles thousands of years ago that he himself fought. How was it that he could still envision the blood of his wife; it was her blood upon his hands and lips, a wife whose face was unfamiliar to him, a wife who lived hundreds before he was born. Moreover, how was it that he once stood upon an alien land and took in his arms the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, with eyes so foreign, so remote, so blue like a precious jewel. How did he know these things, he could feel his blood stir with the emotions, the desires, the wanting, the lure of power. How was it that he could taste the blood, smell the scorched soil of forgotten wars, hear the tortured souls screaming for death and even revel in the pleasure of their deaths. Tellymon closed his eyes as he screamed out mentally for the pain to go away, for the anger inside to dissipate, for freedom to know who and what he was.
Tellymon prepared his mind, forcing the walls around the events of the desert, the seer’s words, the sexual antics, and even his infatuation with the Capitan. He secures the walls tighter later that night when he performed sacrifices and rites, as he walked into the Dark Waters, where he would again sell a piece of his soul into eternal damnation.
The transport slowly came to a stop as it landed in the field just a few hundred yards from the palace main doors. Tellymon was the first off; his actions were quick and forceful. The entourage scurried to keep up with him as he made his way down the various corridors for the throne room and the great hall where Zan would be in session.
The magnificent copper doors flew open with great pomp and circumstance as the crowd inside fell instantly silent upon the sight of Rath. He was an impressive sight standing there, as he surveyed the room scoping out Zan sitting upon the dais where he was deliberating a land dispute between two houses. Rath made way for the steps; his men marched in two columns directly behind him, until he began to climb the stairs, they then stopped and waited.
Captain Garladar feared that his life might end that day, if the King was to sense what had taken place the prior night. He swallowed deep and stood erect, at attention as he watched Tellymon approach the King.
Tellymon blew past the two servants who held in their hands the royal robe and crown. Tradition had always demanded those of royal blood to be properly dressed when representing the Kingdom of Antar, and being on the upper tier meant just that.
Zan watched, knowing something was wrong, Rath may be rash but he always stopped to place on his robe and crown out of respect, even though he despised wearing both.
TellymonRath reached the dais where he leaned into Zan whispering, ”I need to talk to you now,” indicating the side door to the private office of the King.
Zan nodded and issued an order for a continuation the following day. He got up and followed Rath, who had already disappeared through the door. Zan barely entered his office when the door slammed shut, sealing the lock, as Tellymon grabbed him in his arms, kissing him so passionately it took Zan’s breath way. Zan could sense something was wrong something was different.
Tellymon was frantic in his actions as he stripped the robe and clothes from Zan physic, marveling as his finger glided across the squared, ripped pectoral muscles, whose fibers arched defining the valley between.
Zan was having trouble focusing as he felt himself being lead backwards to the large leather hobnailed sofa that sat opposite a great black stone fireplace. The emotions coming off Rath were incredible; he had never felt so much love and desire from him.
Rath pushed Zan up against the back of the sofa as he continued the onslaught of his body, ripping what clothes there was from his form. His hands traveled over well-constructed form, outlining the bulges that definitely were all in then right places.
Tellymon shook off his clothes as Zan dropped them onto the floor one by one. He was lapping and tasting the delectable skin that was offered up to him. Zan marveled at Rath’s incredible muscular abs as they rippled, deep valleys separated every block of muscle.
Tellymon’s needs were devouring him as hungrily; with carnal desire, he took Zan in a deep full kiss, letting his power flow forth entering Zan’s very soul. He tensed up on the intrusion, suffocating from the internal pressure; the forcing of soul into another was a perilous feat, one that could end in death for one of the two.
Zan knew something has happened out there in the desert, something that frighten TellymonRath, something that propelled him back to the Palace, something that changed him.
“Rath what happened out there in the desert,” Zan whispered in between kisses.
Tellymon stopped for a second and looked Zan directly in the eyes, “Please never ask me again what happened. Do that for me. Please Zan”
Tellymon was in a war with himself and he did not lose wars. In Tellymon’s eyes, Zan was truly pulchritudinous, he now realized how much Zan meant to him, to what lengths he would go to keep Zan in his life.
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