Roswell Fanatics

Chapter 190


- I have to get you there. - Max pointed to the door as he grabbed Michael around the waist.

He somehow got him shifted in that direction, almost losing their balance.

- I’m going to have to carry you…- Max was hoping he could do it on his own.

- I’m too heavy for you. - Michael told him.

- I’ve carried you before. - Max reminded him.

- With Isabel’s help. - Michael scoffed. - Don’t worry, I think we’ll make it. Let’s go. -

Michael put his arm around Max’s shoulder and Max grabbed his hand too, just in case. The door was just three steps away and still they barely made it. In Michael’s condition, even the smallest movement had the searing pain flaring all over his backside. Once there, Michael raised his free hand and sent the door crashing open. The room was small and bare, only a large bed right in the centre, almost filling it, and a shelf full of candles going all around the walls at the sides and the back. They stared inside, pleasantly surprised : surely Serena’s idea. The bed was covered in a black silk sheet, and as Max helped Michael climb on it, crawl to the middle and stretch out, they discovered it felt as soft as it looked. Max waved his hands, one made Michael’s clothes vanish and the other lit the candles. Two more waves and the door was shut locked and Max’s clothes were taken care of too. Max knelt between Michael’s thighs and simply couldn’t believe the amount of damage his fingers had caused when he yanked them out. The flesh was torn and bleeding, the gashes as deep as his searching digits had reached. Max shuddered to think how much it must have hurt to forcefully pull them out as he had done. He had had no time to think of the result from his reaction. All he could think was the way Michael’s flesh felt as its warmth surrounded his fingers. Max felt bad for what he had done to Michael, but he was sure that if he had to go through it again, he would not be able to do anything different in spite of knowing the outcome. He placed his hands over the wounded area very gently, barely touching him. He felt Michael tense, and he glided his hands downwards, his thumbs pushing into the warmth between his buttocks and holding him apart. He pressed the head of his already erect cock against Michael, easing just the tip inside. He willed his precum to gush abundantly, sliding into Michael and making him as slick as any lubricant would.

- It’s like getting an enema. - Michael whispered, feeling his insides flooded with Max’s fluids.

- Anytime you feel like one…- Max proposed.

- With you, all the time…- Michael sounded husky with pain and lust. - Max …I want you inside me…It’s hurting too much…please heal me…-

- Michael…- Max slid his hands under Michael’s stomach.

- I don’t think I can…- Michael moaned.

- I know, it will hurt you too much to brace yourself on your knees. I have an idea…- Max used his powers to make the bed under Michael bulge up and keep him raised in the perfect position he needed without him making the slightest effort. - That ok? Are you comfortable? -

- Mmm…yeah…cool…- Michael knew Max could hardly hear him.

Max started pushing into him, enjoying the way Michael’s insides were allowing him in with a minimum resistance, just enough for both to feel the progress of the deep penetration. Michael whimpered when Max nudged his g-spot purposedly, making him clench, and squeeze him. He kept sliding in, as Michael shivered and moaned, Michael spread his thighs wider as Max did the same to his buttocks, endulging himself with the most erotic view he could possibly ask for. Then his balls caressed Michael’s and their bodies jammed together. Max’s hands went for the healing as Michael ground his hips back to keep Max deep inside him. The white light covered the injuries and Michael writhed and squirmed, twisting left and right with his suffering, going so tight, that Max thought he would be lucky to last a minute.

- Unghhh…Ahhh…Maxxx…- Michael groaned, reaching back and grabbing Max’s wrists, not to stop him or pull him away, but just to have something to hang on to.

Max bent down and covered the small of his back with feather-like kisses and Michael’s breath hissed through his teeth with pleasure. The familiar soreness that followed the healing kept him as tight as Max expected.

- Fuck me Max, fuck me hard, do anything you want to me…- Michael begged him.

Max knew he was ready for everything he could do to him. He pulled it all the way out and pushed just the head in and out a few times. Then he rammed it as deep as he could go and Michael bucked back and received him. Buried in there, he moved inevery direction possible and impossible, using his powers, as Michael gripped him and took it all. Then he did what drove Michael wild : he pulled almost out and started thrusting long and deep three times, then back almost out and three short stabbing ones to his g-spot, making him grunt and buck, three long deep ones again, then buried as deep as he could go, three short stabbing ones in there that had Michael gasping and moaning his name. Again almost out and long deep ones going in from one side and then from the other, then downwards, skimming his prostate, and backwards up to the hilt and grinding in a circle clockwise and counterclockwise as he stayed buried deep inside. He kept it up until Michael was sobbing and breathing hard which Max knew they meant Michael now just needed rough and fast, as he was about to come and in dire need of his release. Michael came shoving back hard, and moving his body just as Max had, in every possible and impossible way, thanks to his alien status. Max waited him out, holding back as long as he could, knowing the bonus he would give him when he finally came. When Max exploded into him, Michael felt he was filling him so much, that he would be leaking cum for hours, and probably would still be slick by the time they woke up next morning. They had no idea what time it was, but they knew it was late at night. Not near midnight yet, but still late. They had been there for hours, yet they weren’t hungry at all. Miichael just needed to sleep, and though Max would only sleep two or three hours at the most, he would gladly spent the whole night watching his warrior lover sleep peacefully in his arms, his welcomed weight on top of him, his face on his chest, or his ass jammed back into his crotch as he changed positions, with Max spooning him from behind, getting the rest his body deserved. Max just hoped Serena would keep their friends away just enough wake Michael up with his cock shoving up his tight firm round ass again.


As they returned to Serena’s house, Kyle, Stuart and Maria turned to Isabel and Liz.

- No, I’m sorry, but this is just between them and they have a right to their privacy. I can’t allow it. - Serena was adamant and her voice was stern.

Liz, Isabel and Laurie nodded and agreed with her completely, giving their three curious friends a shake of the head, denying them access to whatever Max and Michael were doing, which of course, they didn’t have to guess.

Maria and Liz slept that night together, their boyfriends busy with each other, and there was no way Maria could convince Liz to give her even a little something.

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Max woke up when Michael shifted his body. From the rested feeling he was experiencing, he knew he had slept at least his needed three hours. He had a huge erection from having their bodies close together and he could feel Michael was hard too. Michael slid off his chest and faced away from him. Max moved to press himself against his side and Michael raised his arm, that was lying parallel to his body beside Max, upwards out of the way, resting his face on it. Max did the same too, holding Michael’s forearm in his hand, as he used his other arm to wrap it around Michael’s stomach and pull him towards him. Michael rolled over on his side just enough to press his body against Max’s, one leg slightly flexed in front of the other. Max backed up to force his hard cock down from where it was nestling against the beginning of Michael’s buttocks, the head clearing the small of his back. Max lowered his body to slip his cock high up between Michael’s thighs, rubbing at his balls. Michael purred with pleasure and raised his flexed leg higher giving Max’s cock a better access to bounce up and caress his opening. Max knew there was still enough of his previous cum inside Michael to ease the entry, and he felt himself sliding in. Anyway, his precum was flowing and soon he was up to the hilt inside the sleeping boy. Michael should be in the Guiness book of records for being the only boy who could have sex without waking up. If pain got too bad, like when he lived with Hank, he would wake up, of course. Max chuckled and went right on, enjoying the warm firm body against him.
He was feeling relaxed and lazy, and that’s the way he did it : just sliding in and out, slow and easy. His hand caressed Michael’s chest and stomach, his thigh, then he cupped his buttock, spreading him a little wider each time he slid in, and Michael also bucked a little, making Max go real deep that way. Michael had his ass jutted back and just when Max thought they would break a world record for holding back, specially Michael with a cock up his ass, he squeezed Max hard as he started coming. He whimpered, and sobbed wrenching his hips as only he could, and had Max shooting his load as deep as he coud go. The position kept them connected for a longer time, and Max carefully raised his upper body to watch Michael sleeping with his still hard cock deep in his ass.
Max felt so good, that although he didn’t need to sleep anymore, he dozed off. He woke up again when Michael started to move again, so he presumed he had slept two or three more hours which is what it took Michael to shift his position. As Michael rolled back on his stomach, Max couldn’t believe he felt the head of his cock sliding out of him, how he had managed to keep it inside, made Max sure they both deserved an Olympic gold medal. Michael was facing him again, moaning and snuggling closer, not wanting to lose his contact with Max. He ended as usual draped over Max’s chest once more, feeling his arms wrapping around him, and purring with pleasure. Although the room had no windows and the candles had all burned out, Max could tell it was light outside. He heard footsteps approaching the room and had to hold back not to sit up and upset Michael. The door opened and it was Serena, with a big tray, bringing them breakfast. Max expected more visitors but she was alone. She placed the tray on a fold-up small table she had brought under the tray and sat on the bed behind Michael. Her hand glided along his ribs, over his hip to his thigh as she stared at Max straight in the eye.

- Everything ok with you guys? -

Serena was checking out the places in Michael’s hips and butt that had been hurt finding them sound and just sleep warm as she reached out to touch them.

- Yes fine, Michael is healed and…- He wasn’t sure how to put it.

- You bonded? - Serena provided.

- Yes, twice. - Max nodded.

- We must go on today, you’ll be leaving for school early tomorrow. - Serena reminded him.

Max sighed and shook his head. These days away from Michael had made him miss his lover as he never thought he could. Liz kept him going, but Michael was something else, nothing could compare to him. He felt bad that Liz knew how deep his feelings for Michael were and vice versa through her empathy, but she wasn’t complaining or acting left out. Max was actually surprised how well she was taking it, and even Maria was behaving much like Liz was, totally accepting their alien bond. Max hoped that kind of wonders would never cease.

- You better take care of him, you know, clean him up and feed him, cause it won’t be that long before you get company here. -

Max was about to ask how he would accomplish his first task when Serena pointed to the wall on the right, made the shelf go away and a door appeared which Max immediately guessed it led to a bathroom.

- Correct! - Said Serena with a smile and stood up staring at Michael. - Twice, huh? Well you sure filled him up! -

Max knew he was blushing as Serena left the room giggling. He gently sided his body from under Michael, easing him softly back on the bed and went to look at the spot Serena’s eyes had been before her last comment. The inside of Michael’s thighs glistened with his leaking cum and she had been right, there was a lot! He returned to the upper part of the bed and started licking and nibbling at Michael’s lips pulling away each time Michael tried to kiss him back.

- Max…please…- Michael pleaded, still asleep.

- Open your eyes Michael, c’mon, for me, and I will kiss you…I’ll do anything you want, but you have to open your eyes…c’mon Michael…- He coaxed, with quick short licks and nips in between.

He was almost there a couple of times but not quite. Max straddled one of his thighs and smearing his finger with his own leaking cum, he pushed it deep it and pulled it back out.

- Ungh…Max! Yes! - Michael cried out, bucking for more and getting nothing.

After a few of that, Michael was so desperate he finally opened his eyes.

- Max? - And then Max was kneeling by the bed and hugging him and kissing him just like he wanted him to. - Just that? What about…-

- I’ll give you anything you want but in the shower, c’mon. -

Max whacked him a stinging one on the ass backing towards the bathroom door, beckoning with both hands as Michael crawled down from the bed and trudged into Max’s arms. Max dragged him into a very comfortable shower. He had Michael bending over, bracing his forearms on the tiled wall with his face resting on them as Max squatted between his legs and pushed both his index fingers into him to give him the finger fuck of the century. Max was enjoying it immensely almost as much as Michael was.

- Ready for the real thing? - Max whispered, and before Micbael could answer, Max pulled his fingers out and rammed his cock in. They knew they didn’t have much time so it was all about coming. Max was fucking him hard, one shove into his prostate, one thrust deep and fast, Michael bucking each time to impale. Max’s fingers were bruising his ass, digging in as he held him apart for each burning penetration.

- Yes Max!...yes…yes…YES! - Michael came against the tiles as Max shot such a load into him, he knew he would have to rinse him inside out if Michael was going to be able to wear any clothes at all and stay dry.

- Michael! MICHAEL! OH FUCK! -

Max slumped back on the floor as Michael also slumped backwards, feet first ending over Max, face down and upside down. Max was laughing his head off, spanking Michael’s butt as the taller boy lay straddling his lap, shaking with laughter too.

- Hey guys! Where are you? - Isabel’s voice came from the bedroom with a chorus of greetings from the rest of the gang.

- Oh shiit! Get up! Get up! - Max’s knees were pushing up at Michael’s chest as he struggled to get up.

- We’ll be right out! - Shouted Max in a funny shaky voice.

Michael was on his hands and knees about to straighten up when Max stopped him with a hand on the small of his back.

- Wait! Hold it there! You’re full of cum! - Max reminded him.

He took the hand shower from the wall and turned it onn pressing it against Michael and shooting him full of water until he was protesting and trying to get away, but Max’s other arm was wrapped around his hips holding him in place.

- Max! Owww! That’s enough! It hurts! - Michael was holding himself up with one arm and had the other one wrapped around his stomach as if he had a bellyache.

- Ok, ok, sorry, let’s see…- Max started pumping him with his finger and the water was dripping out. Then he pushed in a second one and spread them so the water gushed out between them. Michael was groaning loud enough to be heard outside.

- What are you doing to him? - Maria shrieked, recognizing Michael’s moans and bursting into the bathroom with Liz behind her tugging at her t-shirt, trying unsuccessfully to stop her.

The rest were further behind them and their view was kind of blocked out by the two girls, as the boys were on the floor of the shower stall. They could see where Max and Michael were, but not exactly what they were doing, though their position didn’t leave much to guess.

The girls saw them on profile as the shower stall had no door but a simple plastic curtain and it wasn’t closed. Michael on all fours and Max squatting behind him, one hand around Michael’s hips and the other buried into his ass. They both turned towards her, Michael wincing and Max with eyes and mouth wide open, a “caught” look on his face.

- Oh my god! - Yelled Maria, as she backed out of the bathroom, both hands covering her eyes taking Liz out with her.

She slammed the door and went to sit on the bed as her legs were giving under her.

- Maria, it’s ok, Max wasn’t hurting Michael, he was just…- Liz began.

- Cleaning him up! - Isabel finished for her as they both sat at either side of Maria.


Max decided the sooner they came out the better so the nice towelling he had been hoping to give Michael had to be replaced by his powers. So were their clothes. The door opened and they came out to face their friends. Max was red to the tips of his ears, and Michael just said “Hey!” and went over to Maria and kissed her, holding her tight against him. Then he let go and checked out the breakfast tray.

- Is that for me? - He asked Serena nonchalantly.

- For you and Max, actually, you had no dinner. -

- Oh they sure did, but not of that kind! - Kyle chuckled and Isabel whacked him up the head.

Kyle didn’t even protest, he just went on chuckling as Stuart grinned, wanting to join in, but preferring to stay on Isabel’s side.

Michael ignored him completely and used his powers to heat his omelette after he had chugged down half the carton of o.j. Hunger made Max overcome his embarrassment and he snatched the carton from Michael’s hand using a glass to pour his juice and drink it in a civilized way. They wolfed down their breakfast and went to brush their teeth making everyone burst into laughter as Max came out of the bathroom with Michael squirting toothpaste on his hair.

- What the…- Max passed his hand over his head, suspecting what the laughter was about from the direction their eyes were looking at, and brought it back gooey with the stuff. He got rid of it with his powers and turned to Michael who was framed on the door of the bedroom with his back to them about to leave the room. With a wave of his hand, he vanished Michael’s clothes as he went : “SHIT!” And was about to wave them back when Max did it for him, grinning from ear to ear.

- Alright kids, come out of Kindergarten, will you? - Exclaimed Isabel. - We’re losing time here! -

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Serena led them to the tunnel again and as soon as they arrived at the spot they recognized they had beern at the day before, the protective bubble materialized once again around them. Serena stood in front of Michael and took both his hands in hers, looking straight into his eyes.

- I need to warn you, this battle was very disappointing, no, you didn’t lose - She added quickly at Michael’s wince, - it showed some of your allies true colours. Their envy, their bloodthirstiness, cruelty and desire for personal profit. That’s what your father wanted to keep from you, but it wasn’t to be and you found out the hardest way. You suffered and paid for it, with your blood, so brace yourself cause it won’t be pleasant. - Serena looked around the room and knew she had made her point to everyone there from the expression on their faces.. - Are you sure you are up to it? -

Serena saw their hesitation, except for Michael whose approval was immediate with a strong “Yes!”, and gazing around the room, practically forced their acceptance. Then, one by one, sighing and shaking their heads, they nodded, not to let Michael down. Serena squeezed Michael’s hands before she turned to take them back to Antar.

King Zeolan and Warlord Ramthis definitely looked worried.

- I don’t like that Urliss scum…he’s not reliable, but we don’t have enough men to take the army sieging the Thamrod village. We can’t lose it, it’s a very strategical area in the planet...a real vantage point. -

The warlord was pacing around the room like a caged animal.

- And his sons, they’re even worse than him I think. - Zeolan scoffed.

- He’s turned on us many times but now, of course, he needs us, because his stupid own village is right after Thamrod heading our way. They can rally all the scum of the northern zone but they still aren’t enough to face the enemy, so they’re just as needy of us as we are of them. We have no choice, no other way out! Damn! - He banged his fist angrily on the king’s desk making him jump in spite of seeing it coming.

- It seems there’s nothing else we can do but join forces with them if we want to stop the enemy. - Zeolan shook his head.

- This time Rath-Michael is staying! Even if I have to tie him up! - Ramthis banged his fist again.

- He’s your son, it’s your decision. - Zeolan agreed with him, though.

The king watched Ramthis leave the room to face his rebellious son and knew that the last place he would like to be right then, was in the warlord’s shoes when he faced his wild child. He got up and followed far behind him, curious to hear the outcome. According to the time, it was still very early in the morning, the messenger had got them out of bed and they were early risers, so the boy would most likely be asleep. He frowned at the thought of his daughter sharing the bed with the Royal boy, it was incest, he was his sister’s son. But he knew it was the only way they would gain real Royal Status : Vilandra’s children would be Royal blooded. He walked very slowly, giving them time to do their expected thing, knowing waking up Rath-Michael was a task in itself. He stopped at his private library, which was in hearing distance, almost around the corner from the children’s bedrooms and browsed for what he calculated had been about 10 minutes before he heard the explosion of angry voices.

- Are you out of your mind? Of course I’m going! You can’t make me stay! I won’t! - Rath-Michael…

- I order you to stay and you will or you will never step on the barracks again! - Ramthis…


- You think you can keep me away from training? From the coming battle? I’m going! -

- No, you’re not! -

- Watch me! You can’t stop me! -

- Rath-Michael…- Vilandra’s soft voice, trying to convince him to listen to his father, trying to make him see his point, to make sense.

A door slammed loudly and Rath-Michael’s last words were lost to him : “I don’t need you to take me there! I know where Thamrod is!” made Vilandra shudder. Steps came towards the king as he pretended to read. Ramthis entered the library and faced his brother-in-law who met his flashing eyes with a meek guilty look. He couldn’t help thinking Rath-Michael’s eyes could flash just like his father’s but they weren’t as dark even in anger. They were more the honey colour of his mother, his own sister, whom he had loved dearly and missed very much. But the Gandarium blue streaks were just his own trait, only Rath-Michael had them, to show the fury raging inside him. Zan’s eyes would break into tears of rage when he was furious, not very good for a future king…but, that was his son.

- Damn child! He’s not going! - Ramthis insisted, feeling helpless at controlling his son.

He hoped Vilandra was doing a better job right now. He turned and left at a brisk pace, to get the training started right away cause they would have to leave that very evening. He would be in charge of the boarding so he would personally ban Rath-Michael from the ship, if he had to do it by force. To his surprise, the boy didn’t show up at all, so by the time he left the barracks and arrived at the castle for lunch, he didn’t find him at the table either. Vilandra came in alone. He gave her a thankful smile for a job well done, and she just smiled weakly back at him and looked away surely feeling bad for not siding with her cousin. He could picture his son sulking in his bed, his face buried in the pillows as his fists kept slamming into the mattress in frustration. Well, he had to learn to obey him, though so far he never had. But this time there was no getting out of it. He gloated on his victory. When Vilandra quickly left the table after a hasty apology and a just as fast meal, he didn’t recognize it as an effective way to avoid comfrontation and unanswerable questions where her loyalty to Rath-Michael was concerned. When the boy made no attempt to even come near the ship, Ramthis began to get suspicious, something was very wrong. Rath-Michael wouldn’t give up so easily, without a fight. Then Geehan approached the ship with the warlord’s battle steed, and a downcast look which Ramthis unfailingly identified as conspiracy. He stopped the black man remembering Vilandra had been just as evasive, and put two and two together.

- Where is he? - Ramthis demanded, then he ordered : - Look at me! -

- He’s gone, milord. - Geehan muttered, still looking down.

- Where? - The warlord roared.

- He rode the mare and took the two stallions on tow. Said he wasn’t sure which one he would take so he wanted them all there for the training. - He hadn’t actually answered the question, he would never betray his beloved boy.

Ramthis sighed. He knew exactly what his son was doing. He was riding to Thamrod, and at the speed that daredevil could ride, he would make it even before they did if they didn’t hurry. Who knew what wild stunt he would pull if they weren’t in time to stop him! The warlord paled and rushed the slave and his horse into the ship and rushed to the cockpit. The pilot took off full speed, flying low and scanning the ground below. About twenty minutes before arriving at the chosen campsite, Ramthis saw the flying dust and located the boy. They landed in front of him, giving him enough time to stop before crashing into the ship. Ramthis was already at the hatch and had it open even before they landed, to jump off and stride towards the determined rider with a grim expression on his face. He grabbed the reins and glared at the boy, watching him glare back. It was the least he expected of his son.

- Alright! You win! Get in! - Ramthis led the horses into the ship and Geehan received the reins from his hand as the boy dismounted. The warlord returned to the cockpit, not wanting to cause a scene and stress his men even more before a battle. Rath-Michael locked eyes with Geehan and nodded. He knew how his father had found out, because if Geehan had talked, Ramthis would have come searching for him on a smaller recovery craft much sooner. Geehan sighed in relief, and Rath-Michael shrugged and went to his horses. They were fine, he had given them 15 minutes rests every hour, changing horses each time.
They arrived and had the typical quick nourishing meal after setting up the camp. The fuming warlord and his smug son didn’t cross a word much less a look. Rath-Michael crawled into his tent and after watching Geehan fidget for a couple of minutes, Ramthis nodded his permission to leave. Rath-Michael’s revenge had been setting his tent right beside his father’s within everyone’s hearing, to engage in one of his wild sexual orgies with the black slave, his husky voice very graphic as to what Geehan was doing to him and how good it was, as his requests had been, saying exactly what and how he wanted it. The audio feedback the whole camp was receiving, told them the man was giving the boy just what he expected. Ramthis’ face was almost purple by the time he jumped up and raced to his tent. He didn’t even close the flap, and they could see him sitting in the middle of the tent with his eyes and mouth shut tight and his hands clamped over his ears.
Finally the whole camp was able to sleep, when Rath-Michael fell asleep in Geehan’s arms, after three consecutive orgarsms, due to his youth and the black man’s stamina, giving them sundry wet dreams. Ramthis was the last one to fall asleep, swearing he would flay his son alive as soon as they returned home.

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Geehan woke up spooned into the boy’s warm body, with his cock still wedged between Rath-Michael’s ass, almost half of it was still in as he felt it hardening. It was still early and he could play with the sleeping boy giving him a wet dream like they had given to the whole Antares army last night. The boy was quite slick with his juices, and he shoved it in all the way. Rath-Michael pushed back moaning with pleasure enjoying the way Geehan was sliding in and out of him as he bucked to get him in deep with each stroke. He came in a lazy way, shuddering and squeezing as he milked the black man of his stinging seed. The aftermath kept them relaxed and when it was over, Geehan pulled out making Rath-Michael gasp and push back searching for him. The black hands spanked, teased and pinched his ass until he opened his eyes.

- Better get into your armour. Our tent is the last one standing. - Geehan told him.

Rath-Michael pushed up nodding, almost fully awake. Geehan brought his armour and the boy waved it on, boots and all. He dragged himself outside and the light and cool air woke him up completely. He was surprised to see his father with two veterans, ranting and yelling as he gestured and waved his sword around. A little to his right was a messenger looking quite afraid.

- This is ridiculous! I’m not waiting for anyone! - Ramthis screamed.

- It’s just half an hour, my lord! - One of the veterans tried to convince him.

- My lord…- the other one began, but Ramthis saw his son and turned away from the man.

- They’re not coming. - Rath-Michael suspected.

- They sent me to tell you they will arrive in half an hour, and I assure you they are marching this way to be here when they said. - The messenger told the boy.

- It’s still quite early my lord, I don’t think we’ll lose the element of surprise. -

- Of course we won’t. They don’t even know we’re here! - Rath-Michael said and Ramthis realized the boy was right.

- What do you suggest? - Ramthis asked his son.

- What are their moves? - The boy asked.back.

- They come out each morning at 7am to exercise and train. That should be any minute now. I’m surprised the man at the lookout hasn’t sounded the alarm yet. We’re in plain view now in full daylight. - The veteran said.

- Anyway, they’ll see us when they come out and sound the alarm the lookout hasn’t. - The other veteran told them.

- I don’t think they have a lookout, or he would have seen us by now. So the best thing to do is wait for them to come out, see us, and then we attack. The allies will catch up when they arrive. So let’s just get ready. -

Ramthis nodded and in five minutes flat they were in battle formation. The messenger was sent back to inform the allies of the Antares strategy and to hurry up. The wait began, Ramthis and Rath-Michael sat their horses at the vanguard, smack in the middle.

- Fill me in. - Rath.-Michael demanded.

- I think Geehan already has. - His father scoffed at the double meaning..

Rath-Michael glared at him and Ramthis acquiesced., briefing him to the last detail. After 10 minutes, the gates of the village opened and the enemy started coming out, by handfuls. Rath-Michael decided they were either stupid or with a hangover, because they didn’t seem to see them and they were not that far. Finally about a couple of minutes later, one of them noticed them and they started running in circles until they disappeared back inside and closed the gate.

- Now what? We climb the walls? - One of the soldiers asked mockingly.

- Wait…- Rath-Michael whispered and the soldier passed it on.

Five minutes later, the gate opened and the enemy started pouring out into battle formation, and without waiting another minute, they started marching towards the Antares. Ramthis put his army in motion and after a few strides Rath-Michael spoke to his father.

- I’m staying behind, then I’m rounding you to attack on the left cutting across to the right all the way back. You’ll see the rest. - He stopped his horse and waited for the whole army to overpass him. Then he rode rounding them on the left as he told his father so that when he arrived at the front again, the enemy army was only about 15 yards away. When Rath-Michael rode away from the army, he had his already re-shaped half moon shield and his sword hidden behind his back, and his helmet hanging behind him too. The enemy did not recognize the rider coming their way as part of the army in front of them, mostly because of the apparent lack of armour, thinking he was heading for the village. He took them completely by surprise when he reached their formation on their right front and instead of passing beside them, he veered sharply towards them as the helmet rose to his head with his powers, and the sword and shield stretched to his sides. He rode like he had said, cutting across to the back, then riding down the hind line all the way to the other side and cutting across again to end on the other extreme at the front. By then, the enemy army had gone berserk, obviously unaware of what the Antares had been up to, in the last two battles, finding the distraction had been perfect and Ramthis’ army was already upon them. The warlord had been siding to his right, guessing his son’s plan, and when he ended his wild ride, the warlord was waiting there for him to dismount and join the charge. The enemy, completely unnerved because of the unexpected surprise attack, was not doing so well in spite of its larger number, and when Urliss appeared from around the village, taking their rear, it only took half an hour at the most and not one of them was left standing. Urliss had cowardly sided with Ramthis, knowing how the enemy avoided him, and his sons were just enjoying the slaughter, which was clearly their thing. Rath-Michael was disgusted by their attitude. The outcome was the usual one : you were either standing, or dead. Ramthis went to Rath-Michael to check him out The boy had a gash on the back of his upper right thigh and another across his ribs on the left side of his back. None were too deep or serious and the blood was scabbing over them, so he let the boy go on his own. Rath-Michael joined some soldiers going into the village, for plunder, but he just wanted to see what it was like inside. As he walked around the small but solid looking shelters, a woman’s voice got his attention. He followed it to a shelter almost at the back of the village. As he approached, he noticed the voices of at least three women along with several male voices cackling and in demanding, rough tones. He looked in and saw three women, two still young and an older one, cowering at the back of the shelter with the six sons of Urliss poking at them with the hilt of their swords holding the blades harmlessly in their thick gloved hands. Rath-Michael’s blood boiled, outraged at the abuse.

- Hey! You can take anything you want, but the villagers are victims and on our side. They are not to be harmed. - He snapped.

- Says who? - Demanded one who seemed the eldest.

Rath-Michael considered safer not to reveal his identity, having heard his father tell him during the briefing about the envy for anything Antares, specially royalty, that Urliss and his sons had. He had no way of knowing that they had already recognized him, as Urliss had pointed him out to them right after the battle.

- The warlord Ramthis. - He threw at them, pushing boldly between them and standing in front of the women.

- Well, our father is the warlord Urliss, and he says women are to be enjoyed any way we want to. We have already combed the damn place and these are the only ones, so they’re ours. -

- They’re no one’s property, and they’re under the Antares protection, so go away. -

- Look at the boy! You’re too young, what do you know about war, since you’re standing with them, then you’re ours too. - They started coming at him together as the women sobbed behind him. Rath-Michael pulled out his sword which had been lying flat at his back, and faced them. Before he could do anything, the one on the left had reached out and pulled one of the women away and had his sword at her throat.

- Drop your sword or I kill her. I can enjoy a dead body just the same, so it’s no loss to me. - The madness in his eyes told Rath-Michael he wouldn’t hesitate to do it.

Rath-Michael dropped his sword but the man didn’t let go of her.

- We know you’re wearing some kind of armour. Get rid of it, now! -

Rath-Michael frowned and waved his armour away. To the six men, it was as if he had just waved away his boots and genital protection. That was the only visible difference. With their swords pointing at him, the one on his left stepped to him and reaching with his weapon, pushed the tip of his sword into the outside of his thigh, making a small scratch but enough to make him bleed and assure them his armour was really off. He stepped back and giggled stupidly at his other brothers.

The man holding the woman was standing just a couple of steps away from him, so Rath-Michael saw his chance.

- Alright, I’ve dropped my sword and got rid of my armour, but you haven’t let her go. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of me, c’mon, you’re six. - He taunted him. - Well? -

Rath-Michael could see the idiot had taken the bait when he took his sword away from the woman’s throat and just held it in front of him, still having the woman by the arm. With lightening speed, now that the man’s weapon was aimed away from her, Rath-Michael lunged forwards reaching for his sword which jumped into his hand with his powers. Just as he did at the battlefield, he chopped the man’s foot off and turned his blade to receive the falling man’s throat, almost beheading him. He realized he had made his secret battle move in front of witnesses, but he also realized they were too stupid to recognize what he had done even if it was explained to them 10 times. The woman rushed to the other two while the five living idiots stared stupidly at the dead one on the floor lying on his back with his head sitting on his chest, attached by just a shred of skin. Rath-Michael gestured to them to go away and they hurried out a low window at the back of the shelter. The men looked up, furious of their brother’s death and of the loss of the women in the hands of a child. Rath-Michael knew he was done for when they started surrounding him.

Chapter 194


There was nothing he could do. They were five and he was alone and exposed, totally naked, His armour had been kicked to the far corner of the shelter by one of the angry brothers as he confirmed his sibling’s death, too far to recall it with his powers without rousing their suspicions. Anyway he turned, he had two or three of them at his back so he just stood still. He jammed the point of his sword into the ground in front of him, accepting his defeat, and waited for their move. He couldn’t help noticing how thin they were, like skeletons with the skin stretched tight over the bones, no fat, hardly any flesh. Rath-Michael was not afraid to die, he was afraid of not being there for Vilandra and those whom he might protect. He could deal with pain, if the death was slow, he had been doing so during most of his short life, so it was nothing new, he wouldn’t put his father to shame. He felt the tip of a sword in his back over his heart, expecting the man to run him through, but he just nudged him. Then he felt the tips of two more swords pushing into the back of his thighs, about halfway, deep enough to break the skin. They travelled up all the way to the small of his back where they stopped and were pulled out. They had been testing him. He gritted his teeth and took the pain from beginning to end without a sound, completely still as the two brothers in front of him stared at his face, knowing very well what was going on behind him. When the bloody sword tips were raised by the ones behind him for the ones in front to see, Rath-Michael watched them nod and grin.

- Turn around, we have a surprise for you…- One of them said.

He turned slowly, expecting to find one of the women dead or worse, but he could see nothing to surprise him. He was confused, he knew he had to be missing something.

- Don’t you like it? - Asked the one on the right, tapping a wooden chest with the flat of his blade.

The other one giggled and passed his hand over the curved lid suggestively. Between the two, they pushed it in front of the boy. A third one was getting a coiled rope that was hanging from the wall. Then Rath-Michael felt two hands on his ass, one of each side, shoving him hard over the chest. They wiped their bloody hands on their shirts and proceeded to tie the boy. They all pounced on him to make sure he wouldn’t try to escape while they tied his wrists together in front of the wooden chest. Then they tied one thigh around the chest to the wrists and then the other just the same, keeping them wide apart.

- We should tie his ankles…but where to? - One of them wondered.

Then the one who seemed to be now the eldest after the deceased one, had an idea.

- You want to watch close, right? - He asked the two who were definitely the dumbest.

- Yes, yes! - One said eagerly.

- We want to be splashed by the blood! - Went the other one.

The eldest giggled again to be chorused by the other ones.

- Grab his legs then. Tight against you. If he moves, you miss your turn. -

The two in question knelt beside Rath-Michael’s legs and held them against their bony chests with both hands. Rath-Michael couldn’t believe their strength. He couldn’t have moved his legs if he had wanted to, the way they were gripping them, and he was strong! He had the strongest legs ever! He had the legs of a rider and there weren’t stronger legs than that! Damn!
He felt the man’s hands spread his ass and braced himself for what he knew was coming. This wasn’t Geehan, who loved him, this wasn’t Zan, who although he normally envied and disliked him, it wasn’t the kind of vengeful hate he was facing from five mercenaries whose eldest brother he had just killed. The fingers felt like steel as they dug hard into his flesh, and the head of the cock against him felt huge and dry. The man wasn’t interested in waiting for his precum to flow. He simply rammed and plunged in and out until he came. Rath-Michael bit his lip hard not to scream, an animal-like growl filled his mouth and escaped it slowly. He had never been so close to passing out, he felt the hard cock tearing him inside and out from the lack of lubrication and he knew he was bleeding. He could feel his warm blood running down the insides of his thighs. The man came gushing into him and pulled out so the fastest one could take his place. They did it for their dead brother, for the women that had got away. it was their revenge also, because he was the warlord’s son, whom they were all talking about, because he was the last one with Royal blood, which now they were spilling and gloating on it, because he was everything they wanted to be and would never be, because he had the guts they would never have, as he was proving it to them now, and only making them angrier. Because he was smart, you name it, they were taking out all their frustrations on the helpless child that lay tied up in front of them. Rath-Michael took the five of them and then the first two again, as the next in line was jacking himself furiously to be ready.

- Hey, not so fast, I’m not there yet. - He whined looking at his brother, no way the jerk was skipping him and giggled when he saw he wasn’t doing any better than him.

They weren’t taking their time to try for some pleasure, it was just relieve and revenge, and make it hurt as much as they could. Rath-Michael heard a rough voice uttering guttural noises to which his tormentors responded, recognizing their names.

- Where the fuck are you? I’m tired of waiting for a bitch! - Demanded the owner of the heavy steps entering the room.

The chorus of voices which had sounded very much like their father’s, now turned submissive and defensive in the presence of the commanding one.

- He killed (it sounded like “Groolk”?)! We’re making him pay for it! -

A cross between a sob and a sigh was followed by a roar that shook the room, and the cock that had just spewed its poison into Rath-Michael was yanked out of him making his blood gush out in its wake. His tortured body shuddered with the searing pain, and a hiss escaped his lips. Urliss pounced on the boy and ripping the cloth at his crotch, he plunged into the boy with the hate of all of them put together. It was too much and Rath-Michael cried out not only from the pain but from the frustration of not being able to get up and make a stand. The man was shooting fire into him and he kept going with no intention of stopping until he went soft, which wasn’t happening. These savages seemed to get erections from anger! If that was so, Rath-Michael suspected he was going to get fucked to death! Right then, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him, but he could swear he heard women’s voices and then his father’s.

- What the hell is going on here? Rath-Michael? GUARDS! - A stampeed of footsteps invaded the place and the rough burning removal made the boy cry out again.

The guttural voices of Urliss and his sons screamed their protests, cursing and threatening as the Antares Warlord’s rose above them.

- HANG THEM! RIGHT AWAY! GEEHAN! -

As the shouting died down with the distance, Rath-Michael felt one of the women’s hands on his face and hair as the other two struggled to untie his wrists while his father was hacking away at the ropes tying his thighs. Then his wrists were finally released and his father’s hands pressed his back down when he tried to get up.

- Wait, wait, you’re bleeding bad. Don’t move, you’re making it worse. -

Someone came in running and started screaming his name. Rath-Michael knew it was Geehan, he sounded hysterical. Then the women were speaking all together at the same time.

- Are you sure? - Geehan said in his stressed voice.

- Alright, I’ll try anything…Hold him down, my lord…Rath-Michael, hang on, please keep still. -

- What are you talking about? I’m not…- But that was as far as he got, when he felt like Geehan was sticking a thousant needles up his ass.

He growled into his arms as his father held him tight with the three women.

- Geehan! What…? - He whispered.

- It’s just a rag soaked in this strong liquor that these ladies say will stop the bleeding. - Geehan whispered back.

- Hurts like hell! - Rath-Michael rasped.

The black slave pulled it out when it soaked through and inserted another one, repeating it several times. Ramthis was growing impatient.

- Is it working at all? -

- He’s bleeding a lot less, but it’s not stopping…- Geehan shook his head.

- GET THE TRANSPORTER AS NEAR AS IT CAN! - Ramthis shouted his order and someone left at a run.

Geehan kept using what he had until a voice informed the transported was right outside. Ramthis stood behind Rath-Michael and reached under his son’s stomach. He pulled him on his feet pressing his back to his chest as Geehan heaved him over his shoulder. Ramthis looked at the front of his armour and it was soaked in blood. It looked like he had raped his son. He waved his hand and wiped the blood away, frowning in disgust.

-Take him to Zan, full speed before he bleeds to death! Go! There’s no time for us to board, come back for us. - Ramthis ordered the pilot.

Once inside, Geehan eased Rath-Michael on the cot making him as comfortable as possible. He kept changing the rag when it soaked through for a fresh one soaked with the stinging liquor hoping they would arrive in time. Rath-Michael was now burning with fever as Geehan dubbed the sweat from his back and face with his cloak.

Chapter 195


- Zan! Where is that damn boy! - Screamed king Zeolan.

Zan heard his father and ran to him almost colliding with a messenger racing to the same room. The man simple pushed Zan out of his way and pulled him by the hand behind him as he rushed to place both hands on the king’s desk, panting and out of breath.

- My lord, we just had a communication from the Royal ship, it’s on its way and your son’s presence is required urgently.

- What has happened? - The king jumped up tilting his chair backwards against the wall.

- Lord Rath-Michael is hurt. Lord Ramthis sent him with Geehan because they couldn’t lose time boarding. The ship will return for them right away. -

- When are they due? - The king asked.

- They said ten minutes when they got through, so it must be around five now. - The messenger nodded impatiently.

- Let’s go to the landing strip. - Zeolan pushed Zan and the messenger in front of him and took off hurriedly.

- The ship is landing in the back field because it’s near the stairs to the bedrooms. Lord Ramthis considered Rath-Michael should be healed there, where he could stay and rest right after. - The messenger informed them.

- Of course. - The king headed for the back stairs leading to the field beyond them.

As they were leaving the castle, they met Vilandra coming from the garden and by the looks on their stern faces, she guessed immediately something was very wrong.


- It’s Rath-Michael! Where is he? What have they done to him? - She whispered to herself, as she followed them knowing they didn’t know how to answer her. The queen came rushing after her daughter and preferred not to ask, simply take her husband’s arm in hers. Vilandra sobbed into her hands as quietly as she could while they stood there looking in the direction the ship was coming. For the first time in her life she turned to Zan and the worried look in his eyes matched hers. Now that they shared the boy’s favours, neither wanted to lose him. Their parents found it ironic that it was Rath-Michael who had brought them together. It was Zeolan who spotted the tiny speck in the horizon before the rest did.

- There it is! - He had everyone turning in the direction his finger was pointing.

The Royal ship arrived full speed, hovered for two seconds and touched down. When the hatch opened, Geehan came out with the half conscious boy over his shoulder. He had covered Rath-Michael’s lower body with his cloak, for Vilandra’s sake, cause he knew she would be there, but it was already turning red. The girl gave a choking sob and stepped around Geehan to Rath-Michael’s back. She kissed him and he moaned her name. Then she walked alongside with Geehan holding one of Rath-Michael’s hands as Zan did the same on the other side. By the time they reached the bedroom, Geehan’s cloak was dripping on the floor. The king and queen walking behind them, were trying not to step on the drops of blood.
Geehan laid the boy gently on his side and rolled him over.

- I…I think you should leave us alone. - Said Zan not sure of how they would take it.

- NO! - Shouted Vilandra.

- Lannie…please…- Whispered Rath-Michael.

- No. - She whispered back.

Rath-Michael sighed. He was too weak and hurting too much to argue with her. He needed Zan to heal him, even if the whole citadel was watching, he was beyond caring, but Vilandra…her concern for him hurt him worse than the injuries themselves. He hated to put her through this. But she insisted, and he gave in.

- We’re staying. - Said king Zeolan. - We’re your family, we want to be here with you. -

He stood to the right of the bed which was in the middle of the room, away from all the walls as was the custom in Antar. The queen and Vilandra at his sides with his arms around them. Zan approached the foot of the bed and used his powers to disappear what was in his way, so he could walk straight to Rath-Michael’s body. Then he made the bed rise so his patient was at the exact level he needed him to be. Geehan was kneeling at the head, with Rath-Michael’s hands hanging on to his forearms and rose to his feet along with the bed. Zan waved the cloak away and the three on the right gasped loudly. The two women buried their faces into the king’s chest as his face turned white as death. Zan simply stopped breathing. The insides of Rath-Michael’s thighs were coated in blood as was the area around the source of the bleeding. Zan pulled out the rag that was fighting a losing battle in stanching the hemorrhage and the gush of blood covered his hand. He waved the rag away and placed his hands of the boy’s bloody buttocks, feeling the long sword cuts under them. The heavy bleeding eased his way in, healing from the second he made contact with the torn tissue, restoring it all the way in. The procedure was successful and all the damage was repaired, but with a lot of suffering on Rath-Michael’s side. Zan felt the boy’s muscles go rock hard under his hands and watched the rest visibly tighten as he fought to stay in control. He whimpered and sobbed into the pillow, holding back as much as he could not to upset Vilandra and his aunt., and when his release came, followed by Zan’s, he shuddered and winced, and Zan knew that even the orgasm had been painful. The aftermath started relaxing him and Zan decided to end it the second he felt him ready to fall asleep, sliding gently out of him and leaving him to Vilandra. Geehan eased Rath-Michael’s hands off his arms and left the room followed by the king and queen, after they kissed the boy’s cheek. Zan stood at the door, about to leave reluctantly, and Vilandra reached her hand out to him in an open invitation.

- Stay with us. He needs you too. - Her eyes locked with his.

Zan closed the door behind him and went to sit on the bed opposite his sister. Rath-Michael took a deep breath and moaned. His tortured body, in spite of his youth, was sore from being tied down, struggling and fighting the frustration of being raped. They took his hands in one of theirs and used the other one to caress and knead the pain from his stressed muscles. Rath Michael wasn’t sleeping peacefully, he kept writhing his hips restlessly and moaning.
Vilandra kept sobbing. Zan felt like making her stop, not screaming at her as usual, but in a comforting way. He was having these weird moments lately much to his father’s contempt, who would shout at him : “Shake your mother off, will you? It’s not becoming of you!” Zan decided to ignore his father and followed his instincts, placing his hand over his sister’s. She did not pull away in disgust as he thought she would, but smiled weakly when he looked up at her, sharing the closest to a secret smile for the first time in their lives.

- He’ll be alright, he’s just sore. I can’t help it, he’s sleeping it off. - Zan said.

- I know, thank you. - Vilandra told him unexpectedly.

Zan was trying to recover from the effect of her words when Ramthis burst into the room.

- Rath-Michael! - He exclaimed.

- He’s fine now, just sleeping. - Vilandra smiled at him.

The warlord took a deep breath nodding with relief.

- I’ll kill you! I’ll make you pay for this! - Rath-Michael whispered through gritted teeth. - It hurts…it hurts too much…-

Ramthis rushed to the top of the bed and crouched by the boy, his hands on his cheek and hair.

- They’re dead. I had them hanged, and will stay there till they rot! Now get well, I need you. - Ramthis also whispered, caressing his son.

Rath-Michael sighed and relaxed.

- I should have killed them myself! I should have claimed their heads with my sword! - Rath-Michael said in a husky whisper.

- It's the same, you're my son, it's our blood, our revenge! - Ramthis watched his son wince and sigh.

He moved his hands to his shoulders and squeezed. The boy sighed again and smirked, accepting and agreeing with his father's decision. Vilandra and Zan felt his muscles relaxing as Ramthis kissed his son’s cheek before he rose and headed for the door. He turned to give Rath-Michael one last look before leaving.

- He's in good hands. - He shared a smile with Vilandra and even graced Zan with a rare one.

The king's son took it as the compliment it was, and nodded his recognition gratefully.
Ramthis closed the door and headed for the barracks. He couldn't help disliking Zan. He had to admit though, that it wasn't his fault. He had inherited his disgusting traits from his equally creepy and greedy father. But he specially loathed his sadism because it was directed to his son. He was surprised to find it totally absent from Zan’s mind when he had accepted his smile. Maybe there was some hope for him.
As he passed by Zeolan’s study, he stopped and looked in, to see him sitting at his desk. The king beckoned him in, and Ramthis realized that Zeolan was expecting a complete report about the battle and the unpleasant aftermath.
He narrated as detailed as he could the delay of the allies, though they had at least had the courtesy of sending a messenger to let them know of their progress, followed by Rath-Michael’s contribution and the ensuing battle itself with the back up forces arriving barely in time, but making up for their delay wrapping up the victory. Then the cowardly stunt and eventual demise of Urliss and his six brats which pleased Zeolan as much as it did him, to be rid of those bastards. How it had been Rath-Michael who had made it happen when he took out the eldest of the rats and the price he had paid for it. Too high, but they were finally rid of the unreliable scum. The other good thing was that the allied army, now without leaders, were not only just as glad to be rid of them but eager to join the Antares army to train with them as part of the unit. So now their army was large enough not to need help from other regions.except in an exceptional emergency. Zeolan was pleased by the outcome, and of course, very concerned for Rath-Michael, who was exceeding expectations as the future warlord and responsible for their safety.

When the queen looked into the bedroom a couple of hours later, she found Rath-Michael lying over most of Vilandra. She could hardly make Zan, who was spooned behind his cousin, his arm around the younger boy holding him possessively, as he lay glued to Rath-Michael's back. She had to agree with Ramthis about her son's choice, which completely disgusted her too. She had this persistent suspicion that her husband definitely had something to do with it, but then, it had been Zan who had the last word in the matter. Apparently, Rath-Michael had managed to bring her children together, to some degree, being in the middle of the strange triangle. She knew the young boy would be the one to suffer for it, but he seemed quite willing, and without complaining.

Chapter 196


Rath-Michael spent the whole week sleeping, and recovering in his cousins’ arms. They were both so attentive and caring, feeding him and in constant contact with his healing body that those days were priceless to the boy. Vilandra was taken for granted, as she was always there for him, but Zan’s intervention was confusing Rath-Michael. He was so used to receiving these utter dislike vibes heavily bordering hate, that his sudden concern was rather unsettling. The rivalry between the boys had been displayed almost every day of their short lives since they had been old enough to express it. Rath-Michael’s awareness of his superiority due to his Royal blood had him subtly rubbing it on Zan’s nose every chance he had, but then Zan would stupidly retaliate by his seniority without the slightest hint of tact that the other boy smartly used, clearly showing the difference of IQ’s, to Zeolan’s dismay. When that didn’t get Zan where he wanted, he only had to run to his father who was always there to boost his confidence up again. Zan gloated in being cruel and mean to the younger boy whenever he could get away with it, which meant when his sister was not around, surprised that the boy took the bait. Then one day he suddenly realized that the child actually enjoyed playing along with him and that he wasn’t really in control but Rath-Michael was, enjoying the pain he put him through. And then his uncle unwittingly came to his rescue punishing Rath-Michael with the severity he craved for, but couldn’t because of the dread of the impending doom of his loathed sister’s wrath. Whenever she came at him, totally misinterpreting the part Rath-Michael willingly played in the game, he would just run to his father, who took his feigned offense very seriously and also took matters in his hands. He would send Zan to go “play” with his cousin, to his complete delight, while he had a father-daughter chat with Vilandra, assuring the boys’ unsual games would not be threatened by her interference. Zeolan would take the reluctant and protesting girl to his study and in the most chauvinistic sense, tell her with his absolute lack of tact, which his son had obviously and fatally inherited, that she was “only a gir” finding the expected outraged reaction from her, senseless and selfish, in his bigoted mind. Then he would patiently proceed to smooth down her ruffled feathers, and explain that she was very important because she was the only one who could bring her family the coveted Royal blood through her marriage to Rath-Michael and the resulting Royal blooded offspring. He had a way of getting through to her which made her despise herself after the brain washing session, making her feel like a momentarily useful pawn to fulfil his father’s otherwise unattainable dark ambitions. Of course she knew what her brother had been doing to Rath-Michael, and she was always baffled by the fact that the younger boy allowed it, when he was stronger and could easily put a stop at playing the victim in their rough games.
He wouldn’t admit to herself that Rath-Michael was playing her much like her father was to get his kicks, saying he let Zan feel in control because he felt sorry for him. She didn’t really buy it, but her love for Rath-Michael made her do it, mostly because try as she might, she couldn’t put her finger on what she suspected was really going on between those two. Somewhere, deep inside, something told her Rath-Michael was the only one who really knew, and truly enjoyed it, because she had seen with her own eyes, how it was Rath-Michael who incited Zan, urging his partner in crime into hurting him, and “innocently” disguising it into a “boy’s thing”, a term Vilandra had grown to hate ever since those games began.

And then the shocking reality of the Antares society raised its ugly head for their partly human audience to see. The queen had kept the children in a guarded state of ignorance for as long as she could, and when the conversation took a wrong turn into what she considered, forbidden territory, her eyebrows would shoot up into her hairline with her eyes opened wide. If, caution forbid, her unmistakable signals were ignored or misunderstood, she would clear her throat and cough loudly. If that also failed, since the “improper” conversation usually happened during lunch or dinner time, she would stand up, interrupting the offenders, to inform them she was taking the children to “more appropriate surroundings”. That always got her a quick change of subject to one of her liking and their deepest apologies.

That was until Rath-Michael turned 14. He spent the day of his first step into manhood marching to battle, startling everyone with his surprise individual attack, and fighting with his army to achieve a crushing victory. He returned home wounded, but glorified. Three days later, still recovering, hardly limping or at least trying not to, he joined them for dinner. When the queen started protesting about the adult gossip, it was Rath-Michael who put a stop to it.

- C’mon auntie, Zan is already 17 and Vilandra will catch up with him in a few months. I may be the youngest, but I have been sharing her bed as mates for two years already and I have fought a battle with men who easily doubled and tripled my age. Don’t you think I’m ready to hear about the sins and misbehavings of our society? -

Everybody burst out laughing except the queen, who went very pale first, then blushed furiously. Rath-Michael rushed to her side and took both her hands in his, leaning over and kissing her forehead, full of regret.

- I’m sorry, I never meant to upset you, I was disrespectful, I had no right. - He said it from his heart.

She smiled, taking no offense, and pulled him to her. She hugged him very tight and turned her face to kiss his beautiful hair.

- You haven’t Rath-Michael, you are right., it was so stupid of me not to recognize the man in you, please accept my apology. -

So from that moment on, they were finally considered adults and worthy of their company. They found it hard to believe all the treachery and back stabbing that went on with the people they had come to respect on meeting them at the important occasions when they would be invited to Antar and fill the halls with their imposing presences. They had respected them and presumed they were righteous allies, to find out what their fathers had to do to keep them pleased and on their side. They demanded land and positions that they didn’t deserve, but the fact that they would sent their armies to join the Antares to help maintain the way of life they were used to having, was so unfair, because it was also in their own interests. But if the Antares king wanted to stay in control of the galaxy, he had to keep them pleased. Antares politics were a bitch!

Vilandra’s role was to be the perfect future wife for the True Royal Blooded Heir, even if he wasn’t in the throne, to assure a future Royal king that met all their requirements, and of course, a future Royal warlord too.

Rath-Michael was expected to stay alive to provide them with that, at the same time, keeping the planet in control of the galaxy and as if that wasn’t enough, bring back peace and well being. They expected the impossible from him, and wouldn’t accept disappointment for the future generation’s sake. Rath-Michael felt quite capable of being able to give them what they wanted, he never doubted his potential and was completely sure of himself.

Zan had the worst part, because of his insecurity, which he disguised being loud and bossy, the way his father wanted him to be. He thought that showed he knew what he was doing, which he didn’t, but had his father right there to keep him in track. He stupidly believed he was superior to everyone except Rath-Michael and Ramthis, and had the right to impose his ideas because they were for the best and the people had to obey and see his point of view as their own.

Unfortunately, the sad reality was that the people knew he was there just because he had been lucky, just as his father, to have the throne fall in his lap, but not because he deserved it. He had a big responsibility which was too heavy for his shoulders. He needed Rath-Michael by his side to stay in control, something Rath-Michael could have by himself, without any help, because the people’s respect was with him and only him. That was what Courtney had meant, and she was right. He was the only one who could have rallied the Antares and undisputably, won back the throne.

As Zeolan and Ramthis introduced them into the adult game of power, they started realizing the unpleasant things they would have to do to keep their allies happy with them. Welcome to the real Antar!

So Zan promised himself he would do everything he could to be the best king ever even if he lacked the Royal Blood. His father had told him stories about Royal advisors who took simple people as helpers, and they had proved to be even more efficient and better advisors than they were, in spite of having had no training at all, to the extent that the real advisors would let them do the hard work in obscurity, and they just played the part. That gave him hope to think he could reach his goal.

So now that the age difference had become minimal, he teamed up with Rath-Michael for insurance. Rath-Michael knew quite well what Zan was doing, but as long as he could stay in the army, it was alright with him. Let Zan keep the throne and sit on it, he’d rather sit his horse and ride to battle. Zan's interaction with the Royal boy was at first kept hidden, playing the moral and upright future king that he thought they expected. He enjoyed feeling the people’s envy when they walked around the citadel, and it made him feel good. But one day he heard something that got him thinking. As he was buying some cloth on an errand for his mother, he heard two men, whom he knew were married with children and very distinguished citizens, comment when they thought he was too concentrated on the purchase to listen to them

- Isn’t he lucky, damn bastard! If I could get my hands on the boy, I would keep him groaning all night, like we all know he does, behind his sister’s back. - One said scoffing.

- Yes, he wouldn’t sit straight for a week after I got through with him! - The other one chuckled.

Zan could see Rath-Michael was standing outside the next shop wearing the snug riding pants, no wonder he had the two men drooling, but still Zan couldn’t believe his ears, amazed that he had been so wrong about the reason for their envy. It was because of Rath-Michael! Because they knew he was fucking Rath-Michael! And he had been so stupidly keeping it in secret. No more! Now he would make them seeth with envy, really give them a reason! Larek had told him the people had always expected and enjoyed the excentric and outrageous behaviour from Royals, and that he had heard the rumours that they mostly disiked the actual “royal” family because they were so boring, showing they weren’t royal at all. He said they said at least Rath-Michael showed his true blood kissing and carrying on with Vilandra out in the open, not giving a damn who was watching, as he was supposed to, and Vilandra groped him shamelessly, showing she was the only worthy one of the whole miserable family. Zan had thought he was joking, hoping he would do something silly to laugh at him, and now he realized he really meant it! Alright then, I’ll show them! He walked up behind Rath-Michael who was bending over, checking some stuff on a low table, and grabbed his ass, giving him a squeeze. Rath-Michael knew it was Zan and wondered what had come over him, glad he had finally come out of the closet. Shameless as usual, the Royal boy ground his butt into Zan’s hand and chuckled, “let’s go.” With a sexy smirk that said everything.
And they left towards the castle, Rath-Michael’s arm around Zan’s shoulders and Zan’s around Rath-Michaels hips, riding low. After that, the public displays were out in the open and whenever they felt like it. Zan couldn’t keep his hands off Rath-Michael’s ass and Rath-Michael teased him pushing his round butt into his crotch, making him hug him around the stomach and keep him in front of him because of his hard on. Rath-Michael sported his with his typical “so what?” attitude, as they took off to find a place to get rid of them.

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Zan was exhilarated because his interaction with Rath-Michael was no longer a secret. Still Vilandra had to find out about the whole thing, and Zan thought it was about time she did. If she reacted like he was almost sure she would, he could always hide behind Rath-Michael, who knew how to handle her, and keep him safe at the same time.

Vilandra, like her brother, was gloating with the looks of envy she always got from the people as she followed Rath-Michael around the citadel, her hand in his. She knew the whole female population envied her over Rath-Michael, who was every woman’s dream, and the men…, well, they envied Rath-Michael when they looked at her. She decided to give them an extra
something, and getting even closer, she hugged Rath-Michael from behind. He turned to check on her thinking she had tripped, but she was ready for him and captured his lips with hers. She was a tall girl, but still Rath-Michael, in spite of the age difference, towered three inches over her and two over Zan, the extra inch thanks to the exercise machines their father had given to her skinny brother. Rath-Michael bent down a little and gave her a full Hollywood kiss, twisting his body to face her, pressing her against his chest with her arms around his waist.
She wasn’t aware that Zan was stalking them, but Rath-Michael’s sensitive warrior instincts told him his cousin was homing in on him. He welcomed him as he collided with his back, burying his face in his shoulder length hair.
Vilandra felt three things simultaneously : Rath-Michael’s sexy growl, the impact of the sudden presence glued against his back, her forearms and hands, rubbing against them, and her lover’s growing erection harden completely. She pulled back to find Zan staring at her with his silly grin, his chin resting on Rath-Michael’s shoulder. What was wrong with him? Everyone was watching them! They were both males! Theirs was a private thing, not for public display!

- Come with me! NOW! - She stepped back and grabbed them by the hands, tugging at them to follow her.

As she headed for the castle, the people she passed seemed to leer at her, and she was sure they knew something she didn’t and wouldn’t like. And she was about to find out
She stormed into the castle ignoring Zan’s attempts to pull his hand away from hers. All she had to do was dig a nail into him and his hand turned to putty in hers. Knowing Rath-Michael could pull easily away from her, she was digging all her nails into his hand, but he kept a firm grip too. She went straight to her father’s study where she found him sorting out some papers with an open book beside them.

- Father! I don’t know how to tell you this! It’s so embarrassing! Zan hugged Rath-Michael from behind in the middle of the citadel with everyone watching! The way he was rubbing against him! Now they know Zan’s a pervert! What are we going to do? - Her face was red with anger when she finished screaming.

She waited for her father’s violent reaction and was stunned when both him and Zan started laughing loudly. She turned to Rath-Michael and found him bent over, clutching his stomach, holding back for her sake.

- Lannie, love, everyone knows, we didn’t know how to tell you so we used visual aids. Please don’t be offended. - Rath-Michael whispered, reaching out and bringing her to him.

- Sorry sister, and the men do drool some over you too, but it’s mostly over Rath-Michael. Yes, they envy you, not him, and now they envy me! - Zan used his typical unpleasant mocking tone.

Vilandra snatched her hand away from Rath-Michael’s and ran out of the room. He started going after her but the king stopped him.

- Please let me. - He asked his Royal nephew respectfully, and the boy complied.

The king went for another father-daughter chat with his outraged daughter and hoped for the best.

- C’mon! I’ll show you how to use the machines to build up your muscles! -
Zan told his cousin enthusiastically, taking his hand.

- I don’t need that, you do! - Rath-Michael shrugged, but tagged along to humour him and get a good laugh.

Now, riding, training and fighting…that was real exercise to him, not Zan’s stupid machines. He had no time to waste locked up in a room when he could exercise in the sunshine and open air. Except having sex…that was exercise too, as far as he was concerned. Damn Zeolan! Just wait till he finished with Lannie! Making up with her was going to be great! Specially after what that idiot of a father told her. She would need him to make her see sense, like only he could. He knew his father was right about him and the throne. Zeolan and Zan were so dense! But if the enemy was not stopped, there would be no throne, and right now, the army was imperative.

Zeolan arrived at his daughter’s room and found the door wide open. She knew it was useless to close it. She was sitting on the bed hugging a cushion and glaring at him over it, her eyes red from crying. He went over and sat beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and holding her close to him.

- Vilandra, dear, I know it’s hard, but you must understand. The closer Zan and Rath-Michael are, the better for all of us. Let me explain…- And he went into a detailed description of what was expected of them, specially of her future husband, because of his True Royal Blood status, thinking : it’s also his curse.

- Lonnie, as Rath-Michael clearly put it the other day, you’ve been sleeping together, like mates, for almost two years, and that gives you the right to be treated as an adult. I know we have been treating you like a child, and maybe that’s been our mistake, because I still see you as my little girl. I’m sorry, but we just wanted to keep you away from the unpleasant truth of our society. I guess I can’t do that anymore. It’s not my fault the way things are. My father was an advisor for royalty so I learnt it from him and I had to witness it too. - Zeolan shrugged and sighed before he continued. - The only way Antar had been able to keep the control of the other planets, has been by making deals with their governors and the powerful families from each planet. Don’t ask me why, but the only way to close the deals is…I don’t know how to put it…well, they crave the Royal blood…-

-You’re not talking of taking a life, are you? Do you mean murder? - She went pale.

- No, no, I meant sex. They would have a chance to have sex with a woman of Royal Blood. That sealed the deal and the governor, or the head of the powerful family involved, would be proud to say he had done it with a Royal Blooded. It was the best that could happen to them, and something his family would be known for : for having been with a Royal Blooded. During the last generation, when the Royal Blooded families weren’t as large as they used to be, sometimes the queen had to sacrifice herself to do the act, as there were no other women of Royal Blood. -

- You…you mean the late king’s mother? - She looked revolted.

- Unfortunately, yes. The new queen was lucky to die with her husband, or she would have been forced to marry her cousin Ramthis, if she had survived, because her marriage had not been consummated, and submit to the same sacrifices. -

- But now…there are no women of Royal Blood…- Vilandra was feeling the revulsion even stronger by what she suspected her father would say next.

- Rath-Michael is the only one left of Royal Blood, Ramthis is out of the question because of his age, so that only leaves his son. -

- What about O’Sheeah, she’s uncle Ramthis’ daughter too! She’s Royal Blood! - Vilandra hated to put the girl through that. They were cousins and good friends, but there was no other choice, was there?

- You know no one but us know her true identity. Ramthis would never give her away, and do you think Rath-Michael would? He would never forgive you if you did. You know him So to everyone else in the galaxy, he’s the only one left. These men don’t give a damn that he’s a boy. He’s Royal Blood, that’s all they can see. That’s all they want. -

- But I’m sure O’Sheeah would be willing to spare Rath-Michael…-

- Don’t you dare do it Vilandra! Because you will surely lose Rath-Michael. She doesn’t know anything about this dark side of our race. I’m telling you because you’ll be Rath-Michael’s wife, and you need to be warned of the sacrifices he will have to make for his people. If she finds out, I’ll know it was you, and I swear, you will be guilty of my having to banish the girl from the kingdom for her safety, and I insist, Rath-Michael would never forgive you. -

Vilandra nodded, not daring make a sound again.

- You will have to get used for your husband sharing the beds of these important people when a deal has to be made, and it will be very often, more than you will be willing to take, but he will have to do it, like it or not, because it’s expected of him. -

- Does he know? - She whispered.

- Of course he does. It’s another thing he doesn’t know how to tell you. I hope this doesn’t change your mind about marrying him…-

- What about Zan? - Isabel wondered.

- What about him? Nobody wants him, he’s not Royal Blooded, he’s totally safe from that.. -

- I mean, how will he take it? He’s so possessive of Rath-Michael! He doesn’t know, does he? - She hoped he would have a fit to last for weeks for what he had done to her today.

- He knows. I had to tell him when he became his healer. And yes, he threw a fit that had him sulking for weeks. It’s Rath-Michael’s fate, it’s a very cruel one, it’s not his fault, he didn’t ask to be born with Royal Blood. He will suffer terribly, many physical wounds in battles as you have already seen, and these people, the ones he will have to deal with, will not always be gentle, they desire the Royal Blood mating, because they envy it, and it will be their revenge for not having it. They will want to see it, touch it, taste it, I have to be crude, cause that’s what he’ll be facing, and you will have to be there for him, after the ordeal. But so will Zan, so try to be close to him, cause Rath-Michael will need you both. Are you sure you want to be his wife? I must know. -

-.What if I change my mind and I don’t bring the Royal Blood to our family? You will banish me too? You crave it too, don’t you? You wish you had to deal with him too, but that’s not possible since Ramthis married my aunt! You wish she hadn’t, right? So you could have a chance at him? You’re as sick as they all are! - Her tears were flowing, her own father!

- Vilandra! You can’t change your mind, because if you do, you will make me force you through a betrothal, that cannot be broken except by death, and believe me, I would hate to see you hang but it would not stop me from doing it! You show me the respect I deserve, as your father and king! -

- Rath-Michael would never let you harm a hair on my head and you know it, so don’t you dare threaten me! Oh no! You plan to kill him first if I don’t agree to fulfill your plans! - She started trying to pull away from him.

- Vilandra, Vilandra! That’s never going to happen! You’ll marry Rath-Michael because you love him! You could never abandon him to his destiny without you by his side to ease his pain! I was just testing you! I know you too well, and I know you couldn’t live without him just as he would die without you! Calm down, please don’t cry. You know tact isn’t one of my strong points, I didn’t mean to give you the wrong idea! You have the right to know what would happen if you back down, because I know you won’t! - He hugged her to him and let her cry until she was spent. - You are a good daughter, Rath-Michael is lucky to have you. -

Oh yes, he really had her with that, she knew it and she knew he knew it too, damn him! Rath-Michael was hers and nothing would change it. No matter what they had to do to him, or what he had to take for his people. She would love him in spite of it all.

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After her father left, Vilandra shuddered thinking what her life was going to be like. Or rather Rath-Michael’s. She shuddered again, picturing him sacrificing his body to those sick men and having to suffer whatever they had in store for him, for the good of his people. It was so unfair! Rath-Michael was a sweet boy, always ready to help and protect those around him, was that why his father had been so strict and rough with him? To prepare him for this unjust future? And what was that about Zan? She was interrupted when Zan himself stood by the still open door, knocking softly, instead of barging in as he would normally do.

- I owe you an apology, we have been getting along fine and I had to go and spoil it this afternoon. I was jealous, you know…- He shrugged and she knew.

If he was jealous of her, his sister, and Rath-Michael’s wife to be, he would go out of his mind when the political sacrifices began. Maybe he knew what his role there would be, which she had not asked her father to clarify, and was curious about.

- Zan, father told me about…you know, the political issues involving Rath-Michael. I don’t know how, but I will find a way to cope with them. He said Rath-Michael would need both of us. Can you tell me why? And can you cope with it too? - He was just standing by the door and came to sit beside her when she patted the bed for him.

- Alright…- He sighed and shook his head. - This is what I know. Most of the…”gentlemen”…- Vilandra noticed the mocking tone with which he used the term to describe them, - will be just thinking of themselves, a few perhaps won’t, but the majority will. That is one of the reasons no one minded or did anything to prevent us both from being Rath-Michael’s firsts. Along with Geehan, of course, but he’s a slave. We’re the ones who count. Because of that, we will always be in his heart, in his soul, the others will only be sex, even if there will be some who swear to love him and want to steal him from us. The three of us make a team, and of course, when I’m forced to marry, my wife will also team with us. -

- She will have to be with Rath-Michael? - Vilandra exclaimed.

- No, another woman for Rath-Michael is not recommended, because the seers from the Granilith say a woman’s betrayal will be Rath-Michael’s death, so while he has just you, he is safe and we all are. -

- I would never betray him! - She snapped, her eyes flashing in anger.

- I know, that’s what I mean. Just you. Men is something else. -

- Yes sure, and there’s something else you’re not saying. C’mon, spill…-

- It’s unpleasant, surely father told you about the blood…-

- He said something about the sadistic idiots wanting to see, feel and taste his Royal Blood, he seemed to mean it literally, but I don’t think…-

- I’m afraid it is…that’s why we have to do this ancient bonding ritual that only the Royals know of and uncle Ramthis has been forced to trust it on us. It hasn’t been used in ages, considered too primitive and savage, but unfortunately, it will be necessary for the “bloody” part of the business. - Zan was fidgeting uncomfortably. - Well, may as well give you the whole story. -

Zan got up and went to the bathroom, splashing water on his face, and Vilandra began to feel very apprehensive. Zan looked a little peaked as he sat cross legged at the foot of the bed so he was facing her. She got completely on the bed, cross legged too in front of him. Zan reached out to her with both hands and she held them in hers, taking a deep breath and bracing herself.

- Father sent me after you when he found out you had gone to the citadel with Rath-Michael. He knew he had to tell you this and it had to be today, because the ritual will have to be tonight, according to the sages of the Granilith. He asked me to anticipate what I could to you, but I just couldn’t.
So I was nasty, making it obvious what Rath-Michael had to expect from other men. I’m an idiot. I didn’t have the guts to do what father wanted, mostly because I didn’t know where to start or how to put it. I know I have always been mean and cruel to Rath-Michael, the only explanation is… sibling rivalry. I wanted him but thought it was wrong for me to want another male, and then they were always rubbing it to me that you guys would marry, and I reacted out of jealousy. Father told me about this when Rath-Michael went for his first battle, I was furious. I still am. Now I realize it’s not Rath-Michael’s fault, and I certainly wouldn’t like to be in his place.
Still my jealousy tends to take over as I’m sure it will when these things start to happen, but just like him, I can’t help it. I will take it out on him because I can’t do it on the ones who really deserve it. It’s not fair, I know, he needs us, to feel loved, not used, specially me to give him back his confidence on males. I’m the last person in whose hands he should suffer even more, and the ritual should mitigate my jealousy, giving me the security that what he feels for me, he can’t feel for another male. But it doesn’t guarantee it will go away completely, so it will depend on me to keep it in control. I’m afraid I will do a lousy job and that’s where you come in. - He squeezed her hands.


- Right! That’s just what I want to know, what about me? - She sounded a little out of breath.

- You will also be subject to jealousy, and will want to take it out on him for the same reasons, so we must be there for him together when he returns to us after…you know, to make sure he gets the comfort he needs from both of us. That way we will keep each other in control. -

- That’s not what I meant, there’s no ritual for me? - She was disappointed.

- Of course! You already had it, when you came of age, don’t you remember you marked him? That’s what I’ll do! What are you complaining about? He’s already yours! - He laughed.

- Ohhh, that! You know I still don’t know why I marked him there! Why not his cock or his balls, it would make more sense. - She frowned.

- You didn’t know then, you did it on instinct. You sensed you would not have any competition in those areas but you would on the rear one. You really knew what you were doing but you still weren’t aware of it. - He assured her.

- What about the blood thing, what do you know about that? I feel it’s the most important part, why are you stalling? - She frowned again when he cleared his thoat and continued.

- My mark will heal into a scar, like yours has, but if someone is with him who is not the one that marked him, the scar will open and bleed. That way they will be able to see, feel and even taste his blood without the need to cut his skin. The ritual was an original wedding bonding where the husband made sure his wife would not betray him. The husband left his mark just outside his wife’s vagina, so that it would bleed when she was unfaithful. She would have to go to him to stop it, cause it could only be stopped by the touch of the one who marked her. That would be the main reason Rath-Michael would come to us once the act was consummated, because only we can stop the bleeding. -

- That is absolutely gross and savage! Wait, if you had him before me, why didn’t you mark him then? - Vilandra was really needing to be with Rath-Michael now. Where was he?

- Because he would bleed with you, and that wouldn’t be fair to you. As his healer, I’m the only other one who can heal your mark.

- Where will you mark him? -

- In the same place as you. You marked him towards the front, I will do it towards the back. It makes sense because of our positions with him in sex. Is that alright with you? - He was relieved when his sister sighed and nodded.

- Where is Rath-Michael, I need to see him, to tell him I understand and accept the traditions. And mostly that I love him. - Her eyes were shiny with tears.

- He’s in my room, I left him there when I came here. He wanted to come but I insisted I wanted to tell you this alone. He’s probably asleep. -

They got up and walked over to Zan’s bedroom next door and found Rath-Michael sprawled on Zan’s bed fast asleep. Vilandra giggled and shook her head.

- I don’t know how he can sleep in that position! If I lay face down, I’m sure I would choke, and anyway, my breasts would get all squashed. I know, he doesn’t have that problem. - She observed.

Rath-Michael snuggled and shifted his hips a little sideways before he settled down again.

- That was his genitals probably having the same problem you said your breasts would. - Zan contributed, making his sister roll her eyes.

She went over to him and started running her nails up and down the inside of his thighs, knowing how that tickled him and got him awake quite often. He snuggled again and purred, pushing his hips up inviting her hand to search higher up. She complied with one hand, giving his balls a gentle squeeze that elicited a growl, then she pressed her finger right behind them, the tight flesh full of nerve endings. Her fingertip slid on to his extremely sensitive opening, rotating it left and right, feeling him react with a strong contraction and a moan of pleasure. But she kept moving upwards making him squirm when she skimmed through the ticklish dip at the beginning of his buttocks.

- Do you do this to him too? - Vilandra asked staring into his eyes, ready to detect a lie,

- Yes, with my tongue…- He had to look down when her eyes doubled their size.

- I shouldn’t have asked. - She whispered as she went on tracing his spine.

When she reached the spot between his shoulder blades, she started back down.

- Are you trying to wake him up? - Zan asked.

- Isn’t it obvious? - She was getting pissed.

- Allow me. - He said as her finger reached the dip again.

- No tongue please, I have nothing to throw up and I hate to dry heave. -

Zan giggled as he replaced her finger with his. She watched it disappear between the round warm globes and then Rath-Michael gasped and grunted. He bucked against Zan`s hand, moaning and writhing.

- Please…- He begged in a husky voice, pushing his hips higher up on his knees.

- Open your eyes and maybe…- Zan whispered.

- Ahhh… - Went Rath-Michael, wincing.

- Open your eyes…and I’ll…-

- Unghhh! - Rath:Michael grunted and ground his ass into Zan’s hand.

- What are you doing to him? - Vilandra demanded.

- Waking him up…- He pulled his hand away and she saw a greasy drop of lubrication fall off his fingertip.

Rath-Michael whimpered and opened his eyes.

- Don’t stop…Lannie? - He was sure it had been Zan.

- He’s right here. You alright? - She bent down and kissed him on the mouth.

While they were busy, Zan slid his finger back in, to the knuckle. Rath-Michael sucked hard on Vilandra’s tongue as Zan’s finger reamed him deep. Vilandra broke the kiss and took a deep breath.

- Pull out of him Zan, and leave us alone, please? -

Rath-Michael hissed when Zan obeyed his sister and quietly left the room.

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Vilandra realized she had kicked Zan out of his room, he must be laughing his head off just outside, waiting for her to notice.

- All right, Rath-Michael, let’s go to our room, can you get up? - She brushed the hair back from his face, as he smirked and kissed her fingers as they brushed past his lips.

- Sure…- He winced as he pushed up from the bed.

He pulled her to him to kiss her but she smiled and shook her head.

- In our room. - She ordered, and wrapped her arm around his waist.

He nodded and let her lead him out to their room next door. Just as she expected, Zan stood leaning on the door waiting for them to come out.

Vilandra shook her head, a little pissed at the way Zan’s ministration had had a better effect in waking up Rath-Michael than hers had. She hated to admit it, but that particular spot was the one the really started him up. Zan had just shown her that in spite of everything, he knew him better, and had chosen his healing contact well. Damn him, she thought, meaning Zan, of course. She straddled Rath-Michael’s left thigh, loving the feel of his muscles under her pussy, and pushed her hand between his thighs towards the front. The second her fingertips made contact with his balls, he immediately raised his hips on his knees, giving her access. Her hand slid further up and took his already growing cock. She held it in her hand and it went on growing. Then she experimented, bringing the forefinger of her other hand to his opening, and at the first prod, his cock jumped to its full size. Vilandra scoffed and she could have sworn she heard Zan’s giggle. He probably was using one of his stupid peepholes from his room. Vilandra grinned and decided to give him a show just to scorn him. She lay on her back right where she was and took Rath-Michael in her mouth as both her forefingers, lubricated by her powers, just like Zan had done, buried into him. Rath-Michael went wild, bucking against her hand and shoving into her mouth. He shifted and twisted to get the pressure of her fingers inside him right where he wanted them. They went just deep enough to trigger his prostate gland, which was causing his reaction. She wished he had been inside her while she finger-fucked him, but her position would be too cramped and uncomfortable to enjoy the whole thing. She just wanted to prove a point before she moved on the next stage. Vilandra’s fingers had Rath-Michael coming before the minute was up. WOW! I hate Zan! She thought, as she pushed her way up so she was totally under him. Rath Michael had let her play with him without saying a word, only moaning, gasping and hissing as she had her way with him.

- I love you…- He whispered in her ear and started kissing her, tasting himself in her mouth.

- Do you mean to say you loved what I just did to you? - She hoped she was ready for his answer.

- I love anything you do to me. Because it’s you. - He knew it wasn’t what she had expected, but it was also true. -

- No, I want to know. If you love me like you say you do, you will tell me the truth. Where do you like it best? - She heard him sigh, not a good sign.

- When my cock touches any part of your body, it turns me on and I start feeling it coming gradually until I get there. When I get it up my ass, it’s like I’m halfway there from the first shove, if it pushes towards the front, I’ll lose it in seconds, if it pushes towards the back, deeper, I might last a minute if it goes slowly. The good part is that I can get it for hours, cause it doesn’t depend on me being hard if I’ve just come. - He hoped she could understand.

- Doesn’t it hurt you? - She grimaced.

- Yes, that’s what usually turns me on. - He wasn’t liying.

- What do you mean “usually”? -

- When I don’t want it, I can’t enjoy it, and it’s just torture, believe me. I should know…like rape? - He winced.

She hugged him very tight, knowing her next question would be cruel.

- Rath-Michael, will you consider it rape when you have to have it done to you for the political deals my father told me about? - She whispered, trying to make it less painful but still he shuddered.

- I’m sure it will be most of the times. - He whispered back.

- But some won’t…what do you mean? - She had her lost there.

- I hope at least some of them, who have known me since I was born, will be caring enough and try not to hurt me too much, remembering I’m risking my life for them in the battlefield. - He said wistfully. - And you, Lannie, will you forgive me? -

- I can’t blame you for doing your duty, it’s not your choice, and you’re going to suffer for it, how can you ask me that when you’re doing it for our safety? I love you too much Rath-Michael. -

He felt her tears running down her cheeks and he kissed them away.

- I’d do anything for you, for all of you. That’s what my life is for. -

She was sobbing uncontrollably as she felt him hard against her. His lips were on hers and she wanted him inside her. She waved her hand and turned the bed around so its foot instead of its side,faced the wall to Zan’s bedroom, then she waved her clothes away. She wanted to tease Zan, but she wasn’t showing him her nude body. This way Rath-Michael covered her completely and the sight of his naked ass would have Zan jacking his scant brains out of his cock.
Rath-Michael was slipping gently as always, into her. She reached as far down as she could and dug her nails into his ass, but she still was too far from where she wished her fingers could be. She wished she could split in two and be there at the same time. Dammit Zan, you don’t know how much I envy you right now! She was so frustrated, she was now imagining things. She heard Zan’s voice in her head asking her permission to give Rath-Michael what he needed. Of course she was imagining things, Zan asking her permission! Like that was ever going to happen! Now she was feeling things too? What was wrong with her? She could swear she felt two hands over hers. She heard his voice in her head again. It said : I’m here for you, if you want me, I’m ready. She opened her eyes just a sliver, afraid of what she would see. There was Zan, kneeling behind Rath-Michael, his hands coaxing hers to spread Rath-Michael together. Her eyes opened wide and she tried to speak but no words came out of her open mouth. Zan shook his head, first, then nodded. She nodded back getting his message as she saw a mirror materialize from thin air in front of her eyes, giving her the perfect view of what the action between two males was like. Rath-Michael had just pushed all the way into her, and as he started retreating, their hands held him still. Zan’s thumbs slid between Rath-Michael’s buttocks and efficiently spread him, exposing him both to Zan and Vilandra through the strategic mirror. She watched Zan’s long thick cock approach Rath-Michael and simply thought it wasn’t possible. She saw the pre-cum dripping and pooling in the small target, flooding it and spreading out as the big head pressed against it, seeking entrance. Rath-Michael hissed as her unbelieving eyes had to accept it was disappearing into him. His tightening muscles confirmed her eyes it was, as he moaned and whimpered with such pleasure and desire as she had never heard before from him. Vilandra felt so much envy, that if she could, she would shove him away and take his place, but it would only disappoint Rath-Michael, as she had no way to “fill” his needs. Rath-Michael bucked back and impaled himself to the hilt with a grunt, and it was Zan who cried out as he shoved too and their bodies collided.
Vilandra felt Rath-Michael pull out of her as he bucked and now he started pushing slowly back into her as Zan’s cock slid out of him, slick and glistening with his own fluids. Rath-Michael was all the way into her and Zan stil had a couple of extra inches coming out of him. She stared at it as the head emerged and stayed pressed just outside. She heard Rath-Michael growl and Zan’s smug voice in her head gloating : “9 inches! Can you believe it sister? Geehan still beats me for an inch and a half, but I’ll catch up, as I’m still growing. Look how he squirms, wanting it back in, and watch how he’ll writhe when I shove it hard into him as he likes!”
Zan shoved the head in, and Rath-Michael squirmed, groaning.

- Ready? - Zan whispered, warning.

- Yesss…- Rath-Michael rasped.

Vilandra felt Rath-Michael brace himself on his knees, not fully understanding until the mirror showed Zan shoving in fast, deep and hard all the way in. The younger boy absorbed the violent penetration, protecting her as he thrust back to meet it. Then he pushed back into her at his own pace, sparing her from even the smallest discomfort, until Vilandra demanded a faster action according to her needs. Vilandra was surprised at the way Rath-Michael shifted, twisted, slithered and writhed to get Zan into him from every angle possible, and where he wanted him to go, just a couple to his front, to give him an edge, but long deeper ones to make him shiver but able to hold back, and she was getting it just the same. If this is what it did to him, she was all for it, cause he was passing it on to her. She kept coming and coming and when Rath-Michael came with her on her fourth or fifth one, she was exhausted and fully satisfied. Rath-Michael fell over her in the same state with an extra bonus of pain, but he was used to it. Zan held himself up on his hands not to crush his sister, his cousin was very sore and would make the extra effort to hold Zan up away from her for her sake, but he didn’t want to put him through that. He needed him strong enough to take the ritual late that evening, hoping he would have enough time to sleep and recover. He was very young and he bounced back easily in a few hours, he’d seen him do just that before, but he hadn’t counted on his dear sister’s prank. Zan wrapped his arms around Rath-Michael’s stomach and rolled him on his side as he took Vilandra with him, her arms still around her and her nails hooked into his flesh. They lay close to each other, his cousin facing his sister and he, spooned to the boy’s back. The aftermath was amazing and unending, almost an hour and a half passed before Zan started getting his strength back and felt his cock sliding out of Rath-Michael as the boy moaned but went on in his state of almost total unconciousness. Vilandra started stirring at the same time as her brother, but Rath-Michael’s double induced orgasm had been too strong and would still keep him under for a while. He would simply pass on to normal sleep, which was the best for him.

- He needs to sleep to be strong for the ritual tonight. - Zan said.

- Oh no! I had forgotten all about it! How could I do this to him? - Vilandra covered her face with her hands in dismay. - Why didn’t you say something? Get out! GET OUT! -

Vilandra had Zan out of the room as fast as he could go, and lay beside Rath-Michael taking him in her arms as he automatically pulled her under him.
By the time she heard the insistent knocks on the door, she was able to get up, still very drowsy, and give them permission to come in. She knew who they were and why they were there, and dreaded the confrontation, sure Zan had blamed on her the state they would find Rath-Michael in. She was surprised to see Zan smile at her reassuringly and walk to the bed to wake Rath-Michael up.

- Some help here? - He asked his father and uncle who seemed to be totally ignorant of what had caused Rath-Michael’s state of deep sleep.

So Zan hadn’t given her away! Probably because he was just as guilty. No, he was completely guilty cause he was aware of what the boy was going to go through later that night, and still didn’t remind her. So she just glared at him and kept the secret.

Between the three, they got him on his knees and it was actually his father’s commanding voice that eventually had him opening his eyes.

- Rath-Michael, we must go, the sages are waiting! The next opportunity for the ritual is three years away! It must be done today! Are you alright? - The boy felt a little feverish and his cheeks were flushed, but his eyes were alert as the warrior he was.

- I’m ready. - He smirked and locked eyes with Zan.

- Rath-Michael, are you sure? - Vilandra felt very guilty now, wondering how Zan could look so smug.

After all, all he had to do was fuck Rath-Michael and brand him as his property, big deal, he always got the easy part and Rath-Michael was the one to suffer. It was so unfair! Vilandra’s eyes were filling with tears, but she blinked them away. She took him in her arms and kissed him, then she gave him to his torturer, her grinning brother Zan.