The Night Raiders--A Sexy Supernatural Medieval Fantasy M/M Novelette From Steam Books

by Bernadette Russo

  Lekan reached back with his hands to part his cheeks further, and began humping the desk with his groin, “Well!? Come on, man. I’m in need here.”

  Jaru pushed his tip in, gasping at the thick, tight lips that swallowed his meatus. Lekan moaned, and began humping the desk beneath him harder, pushing his ass out further. He liked Jaru, but wished the man could be a little rougher when it came to fucking.

  Needs a lover, this one, Lekan thought to himself.

  Jaru knew Lekan liked it hard, but he still couldn’t bring himself to be rough during initial penetration. He was nowhere near as big as his aide, but he was still wide enough to hurt most men. As such, he gritted his teeth as he slowly slid the rest of his shaft into Lekan’s hot, tight hole, pushing in an inch at a time before retreating, then moving in deeper with his next thrust.

  He had managed to stick his cock halfway into Lekan, when the aide gave out a frustrated growl. Reaching behind him once more, the aide grabbed Jaru’s ass, and pulled him in deep. For good measure, Lekan lifted himself up on his toes and thrust his ass out to swallow the rest of Jaru up.

  The Master at Arms groaned as the tight hole enveloped his cock, completely. Buried to the hilt, his groin was pushed up against Lekan’s hairy ass. It felt so good, Jaru felt he could cum already.

  It was not good enough for the aide, however. He began humping the desk, rubbing the underside of his massive cock against the smooth, varnished texture of the wood. Still clasping Jaru’s ass against his own, Lekan began moving back and forth on the table, making it shake and squeak.

  Jaru got the hint. Grabbing his aide’s hips, he rammed his groin against the soft, hairy ass, and began pummeling Lekan hard, driving his shaft deep into the body beneath him. The Master at Arms was too highly strung, and knew he couldn’t last too long.

  Small items fell off the table, clattering on the floor, but neither man cared. Lekan began moaning louder, began humping the table harder. With a loud cry, he came, splattering his load on the surface, stiffening as his orgasm racked his body further.

  It was too much for Jaru. Lekan had been writhing and slamming his ass against Jaru’s groin, while his ass had been squeezing his shaft. This new tightening was the last straw.

  Jaru grunted as he came, but Lekan was still bucking and heaving beneath him, riding his cock all the way to the hilt. The Master at Arms gritted his teeth as he collapsed on his aide’s back, lost in the exquisite pleasure and pain of his seemingly endless orgasm.

  He wanted to pull out, but he also wanted it to go on and on. Just when he thought he was going to pass out, Lekan gave a final sigh, and lay still. Jaru sighed, grateful that his aide had finally had enough.

  “You’re right,” Jaru gasped into Lekan’s sweaty back. “I do feel more relaxed.”

  * * *

  Ben was frustrated. He wanted to join the two men, but could not. In his astral form, he could not touch them, nor they him. They couldn’t even see him.

  The one lying on his stomach was huge. The massive tool between his legs made Ben salivate. But the one that got the Apprentice’s heart really thumping was the man who had done the fucking. He was gorgeous!

  Ben wondered who these people were. Though he could understand what they said in his astral form, he knew that they spoke in a language he had never heard before. Even their architecture, dress, and furnishings were alien to anything he had ever seen.

  The Apprentice couldn’t take his eyes off the young man, who seemed to outrank the older chap. His skin was tanned, making his ash-blond hair stand out in sharp contrast; and his eyes were the color of overcast grey skies. Though he was grinning as he lay atop the older man, there was a seriousness and sorrow to him that belied his age.

  Ben could have stared at him forever.

  Then he felt it: a power in the air. Curious, Ben tried to locate it. It seemed familiar, somehow. With a final look at the beautiful grey-eyed one, Ben passed through the stone walls and out into the open.

  Then he remembered: he only had half an hour. In a panic, Ben zoomed back home, hoping and praying he had not exceeded his allotted time.

  Returning to the college, he made the sigil which allowed him to pass through its protective shielding. His astral self was seized and flung into the subterranean portion, and he winced as the familiar heaviness of his body trapped him into itself.

  Slowly opening his eyes, he was surprised to see the man sitting beside Journeyman Dreyfus.

  “Master Shak!”

  “Indeed, Apprentice Ben Mera. You did well.”

  “Thank you, master. I have missed you. Where have you…”

  “How was your journey, young man?”

  “I… uh… I don’t know how to explain, master.”

  “Try.”

  “I crossed the Great Sea, but instead of flying to the edge of the world, I came upon another land. With people on it. Only they didn’t do anything right. They dress all wrong and build things differently than we do. I saw no sky pillars. Did I do something wrong, Master Shak?”

  “You did nothing wrong, Apprentice. There are no sky pillars, for the world is round. You look shocked. I felt the same way when I found out myself.”

  “But… but the books! The teachers! They…”

  “No one here teaches that the world is an inverted bowl, Apprentice. Only the ignoramuses beyond this college believe that. It doesn’t hurt to let people believe as they wish.”

  “Eh? Master, I don’t understand. I thought we lived at the center of the world; that beyond the Great Sea was nothing else, save the sky pillars which support the dome of heaven.”

  “Well obviously you thought wrong. Congratulations, your world just got bigger and more interesting.”

  “And the people I saw?”

  “Yes, about that. Tell me, Ben: are you happy here?”

  Ben was used to Master Shak’s tendency of changing topics, so he simply said, “Yes. Of course. I love it here.”

  Shak and Dreyfus exchanged looks, then dismissed him. While they said nothing else, Ben had the feeling that he had disappointed them both somehow.

  Later that evening, Dani and Jardan, another acolyte, entered his room to play. Although he enjoyed himself, they noticed that he wasn’t as into it as he had on previous evenings.

  “What’s the matter with you?” Dani asked, frustrated by his sore jaw and by the fact that Ben still hadn’t cum. “Jardan and I have already cum twice. Each! His jaw’s sore, and so is mine. You want to fuck us, instead?”

  “Sorry, guys. Master Shak and Journeyman Dreyfus really put me through hell today. I… would you be pissed if I just slept? I’m so sorry.”

  “Oh hey, don’t be like that,” Jardan cooed at him. “We understand, completely. I’m tired myself. I think I’ll have lock jaw tomorrow, though. Come on Dani. Let him sleep.”

  As soon as they left, Ben remembered the grey-eyed one, and reached between his legs. Instead of shooting into a rag, however, he hoisted his lower body over his face and shot his jizz into his mouth, imagining it was the beautiful one’s spunk he was drinking.

  * * *

  While both the full and dark moons last almost three nights each, it is only during the former that wizards can astral project. Ben had always found this frustrating, since he enjoyed flying, and didn’t like being limited to doing so only three out of twenty-eight nights. As such, he always enjoyed his subterranean sessions with Journeyman Dreyfus. Since seeing his grey-eyed wonder, however, he had an even greater incentive to fly. Unfortunately, he was only allowed to fly for half an hour each night.

  Over the next two sessions, he learned the beautiful one’s name: Master-at-arms-jaru-ban.

  It was as long as it was strange. Such an odd people. However did they find the time to do anything, burdened as they were with such long names?

  But his last session had been yesterday, and the thought depressed him.

  I can’t wait another 28 days!

  His excuse for avoiding play time with
his friends had been the same: he was too exhausted to have sex.

  “They’re really putting you through your paces, eh?” Jon asked, looking genuinely concerned.

  “You’re probably in for yet another promotion,” Yev said, unable to hide the jealousy in his voice.

  “But you’ve flown before,” Jardan added. “You’ve never had problems playing after. What new thing could they possibly be teaching you that…”

  “Oi!” barked Jon. “You’re talking to someone of superior rank, Acolyte. You know he can’t tell us. Don’t pay any attention to him, Ben. Go have your rest. Take as much time as you need. We’ll still be around, alright?”

  “I’m sorry,” Jardan whined. “I didn’t mean to…”

  “It’s alright,” Ben said, putting his arm around the mousy blond acolyte. “I miss playing with you guys, I really do. It’s just, well, Jon’s right. I can’t talk about it. I’m really very sorry about this.”

  “No. It’s alright. Jon was right. I was way out of line. Sorry, Ben. You go and have your rest. We’ll play again when you’re more up to it. Goodnight. Jon? You and Dani will still play with me, yeah?”

  The three walked away, and Ben closed the door behind them.

  He tried to sleep, but couldn’t. He was worried about the wonderful Master-at-arms-jaru-ban. His people were clearly under siege from some foreign army, but thirty minutes told Ben nothing – only that the alien people were afraid and exhausted. And although he understood the strange language while in his astral form, Ben knew there was still a lot he was missing.

  Reaching between his legs, he imagined that it was Master-at-arms-jaru-ban he was touching. He altered that with the thought that it was Grey-eyes who was holding his cock. After drinking his own jizz once more, he finally drifted off to sleep, repeating the beautiful one’s name like a mantra.

  Over the land he flew, over the Great Sea itself, and over land once more. The moon above was no longer a perfect sphere, waning toward its dark phase. He saw the Fort: an ugly construct half built and half natural. He floated there in the night sky, extending his senses as far as he could, till he felt the pulse of Master-at-arms-jaru-ban. His heart thrilling, Ben suddenly found himself beside Grey-eyes.

  The beautiful one lay naked upon a simple wooden bed. Beside him burned the strange device these people used to provide light: a pillar of wax instead of an oil-filled lamp. The weak flame pulsed in the slight wind, bathing Grey-eyes’ body in a chiaroscuro of shadow and orange light.

  What a beautiful dream, Ben thought, as his eyes devoured the stunning hunk.

  Reaching out, he placed a hand on the sleeping man’s chest, thrilling at the warm solidity that greeted him, and at the rise and fall of Grey-eyes’ breathing.

  I don’t ever want to wake up from this, Ben pleaded to no one in particular, as he bent forward to kiss the slightly parted mouth.

  The sleeping one moaned, and Ben pulled back, surprised. Grey-eyes remained asleep, and though Ben wanted to wake him up so they could talk, he didn’t have the heart for it. Even though he knew he was only dreaming.

  Ben began exploring Grey-eyes’ body, delighting in its perfection. He frowned at the scars that marred the muscular flesh, feeling angry at whatever had caused them. Bending forward once more, Ben gently kissed those he could reach, sending healing spells upon each and every one.

  Jaru moaned again, and Ben continued to caress him tenderly, willing the sleeping beauty a deep and healthy sleep. The Apprentice’s hands traced every curve and crease, worshipping the tanned flesh.

  A tiny flash caught Ben’s eye. Turning toward it, he was delighted to see that it was pre-cum forming at the tip of Jaru’s erect cock, as it caught the flame’s light. Bending forward, Ben stuck his tongue out and licked it, enjoying the salty-bitter flavor. Opening his mouth wide, the Apprentice took it in.

  He moaned at the feel of it inside him, a sound echoed by Jaru himself. Positioning himself between the thick, muscular legs, Ben gently held the shaft at its base and began to suck, keeping his eyes fixed on the sleeping man’s face. With his other hand, he cupped the huge, hairless balls, thrilling at its weight.

  Jaru moaned. His body communicated its delight to his sleeping mind, and he spread his legs, giving himself up to the hungry mouth which swallowed his cock, to the wet fingers which held his balls.

  Jaru began thrusting upward, wanting to go deeper into the fantastic mouth that swallowed him.

  Ben sighed and relaxed his throat, letting the thick rod slide easily past his glottis, till he was able to rest his face against the soft, curly hairs before him. He released his grip against the Master at Arms’ cock and balls, then began rubbing the stomach and legs.

  Jaru moaned louder. He arched his back and began to writhe. Ben withdrew, sliding his soft, wet lips around the pulsing shaft, before plunging forward once more. Face pressed against the hairy groin, he began to move his head from side to side, while the shaft pulsed deep inside his throat.

  Jaru jerked and tensed. Reaching down, he grabbed Ben’s head, and began fucking his face. His legs wrapped themselves around the Apprentice’s head, as he bucked and heaved, wanting more of the lightning bolt of pleasure to consume him.

  With a loud cry, Jaru gave a final heave, tightening his legs around Ben’s head as his orgasm tore through him. Ben was grateful he was dreaming, for there was no way he could have done this in a body which required air. He kept Jaru’s shaft embedded deep, regretting only the fact that he could not taste the cum.

  As orgasm after orgasm coursed through his body, Jaru began to writhe with more gusto. Then it became too much. He felt as if his body was going to be torn apart. He struggled, trying to get away. The lightning was insatiable, and it continued to suck and tug at his cock.

  “Stop!” Jaru cried. “You’re killing me!”

  Ben pulled back, afraid that he really was hurting Grey-eyes. As he pulled away, Jaru suddenly sat up, eyes wide with terror. Looking down, he saw Ben. Jaru was so scared he couldn’t move, couldn’t make a sound, just sat there, staring at the apparition lying between his legs.

  And that’s when Ben realized he was not dreaming.

  Chapter 3.

  “I believe you,” said Master Shak, pouring a cup of steaming tea into a bowl and offering it to Ben. “I was the one who chose you, if you recall. Even then, I saw you had immense potential.”

  “Flying on a night without the full moon,” Journeyman Dreyfus shook his head. “Like the old legends. I’m sorry I doubted you, Shak.”

  “But I don’t know how I did it, Master,” Ben said.

  “You really don’t? Somehow, I doubt that, Mage Ben Mera.”

  Ben gasped and dropped the bowl of tea, turning wide eyes toward the Master.

  “My, but it took a while,” Master Shak said as he bent to pick up the broken bowl. “I was beginning to think this day would never come.”

  Rousing himself from his stupor, Ben dove to the floor to take the shards from his master, but Shak waved him away, “How many levels are there, Ben?”

  “Six, master.”

  “Name them.”

  “Novice, Acolyte, Apprentice, Journeyman, Master, and Mage.”

  “And how many Mages are there in this college?”

  “None, master. They’re only an ideal to strive for. A myth.”

  “Ah? And what do the myths say about the Mages?”

  “Eh? That they can fly unaided, even when the moon is not… ummm…”

  “Take your time, boy,” the Master said. “You’re not stupid.”

  * * *

  Jaru stood naked before Lekan, “Well?”

  “Unbelievable,” the aide replied behind him. “Even the fencing scar I gave you here last year is gone. Are you sure it wasn’t a god?”

  “When have you known a god to give mortals like me a blowjob, Lekan? Come to think of it, when have any of them ever done anything for us in the last couple of years?”

  “Good point. So what now?”


  “Crap, I don’t know. I’m still freaked out.”

  “Ask him for help.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me. What harm can it do?”

  * * *

  “So you see, all this sexual repression has turned some of the senior Masters into monsters. It’s the only way they can release all of their pent-up sexual frustrations,” Master Shak said. “They can’t do that here because they are pledged to protect the country, nor in the neighboring nations, because their colleges would fight back. In the past, that was how they blew off steam, but the Mutual Assurance Document put a stop to those ancient wars.”

  “And it worked for almost a century,” Journeyman Dreyfus added, taking his partner’s hand. “But seven years ago, it became too much for some. Rather than abandon ancient tradition and give up celibacy, they chose to revive the Hunt through their tulkus.”

  Ben was horrified, “And take them across the Great Sea!?”

  “The alternative is to revive the magical wars here.”

  “There has to be another way,” Ben wailed.

  “There is,” Master Shak sighed. “But you must perform a terrible sacrifice.”

  Ben listened, horrified. In the end, however, he knew he had no choice.

  * * *

  Jaru spent his days and nights obsessed with the phantom who had visited him after the last full moon. It was the timing of that visitation which convinced him that it was no demon who had given him such pleasure. Despite the passage of weeks, he would still get hard at the memory of that night, and he became obsessed.

  He would wake up many nights at the slightest sound, excited and hopeful, only to lie back down, disappointed. For some reason that he could not explain, he felt a great… affection toward the ghost. The men noticed, and began complaining that his love-making was no longer as passionate.

  The sun had fallen, and another full moon rode the sky.

  Jaru knew that he would one day fall. He only hoped to see the phantom one more time before he did.

  The howling began.

  From out of the north, the Night Raiders oozed out of darker shadows, creeping across the land. First, they ran on all fours, but as they reached the plain, they began running upright on two legs.