Alex almost made it out, having spilled only a little. Elakdon could live with that, so he focused on readying Beaudon, hoping he could take on the amount of human hormones that would be released from Alex once he started fucking the young King.
Alex pushed into Elakdon again, fucking him again. Elakdon introduced a finger with his tongue, wondering if he should dose Beaudon to help alleviate the human hormones. As the muscle opened, the trickle of energy from Beaudon became more and more impeded, so Elakdon dosed Beaudon, and the energy was back to caress Elakdon’s body, while Beaudon groaned loudly.
Elakdon pushed Beaudon over, and the young King offered up his ass immediately, calling for Alex to fuck him. Alex pulled out of Elakdon and mounted Beaudon, once again setting the deep pace. By the sounds of it, Beaudon agreed wholeheartedly in Elakdon’s assessments of the Mecla’s abilities to snap his hips just right.
Randr knelt next to the bed, smiling at Elakdon. He then leaned over and licked up the semen that Alex had spilled on Elakdon’s stomach. No way was Beaudon going to notice—he was far too busy enjoying sex. But he’d soon need a break from the hormones, and by the sound of it, Alex was close to another orgasm.
“Don’t come in him,” Elakdon urged and got up to take Alex’s cock in his hand and stroke him to completion. He cupped his hand to catch the semen, almost letting out a too loud moan when Randr snuck his face in between his ass cheeks to see if he could get what little Alex had spilled.
Alex reached back to cup the back of Elakdon’s head, moaning with abandon as he came. Beaudon tipped over, looking somewhere between queasy and unfulfilled as he hadn’t managed to come, and Elakdon’s dose was either trying to combat the human hormones or made the young King lose his mind from lust.
Once Alex’s orgasm ebbed away, Elakdon climbed over Beaudon, eying an angle that would allow him to feed everybody. He pushed into Beaudon first. “Alex, come on, give me more.”
The young man didn’t need to be asked twice, and he mounted Elakdon, who held his hand out for Randr to lick clean while Elakdon enjoyed being sandwiched between the two hungry men. Beaudon shoved back to ease his hunger from the dose, and Alex found all the right places as he pulled almost all the way out, only to drive in and snap his hips at the peak moment. Elakdon was in heaven, and an orgasm barreled its way through his body.
Alex didn’t exactly manage to pull out in time, and Elakdon’s aftermath became crippled by the onslaught of nausea, but he did feel Alex finish across his ass while Beaudon pushed back desperately to impale himself five more times before an orgasm claimed him, too.
Alex slid off Elakdon and landed, spent and grinning, next to them. Elakdon rolled off Beaudon, landing near the edge for Randr to lick the rest of Alex’s semen off him, but he needed a Cubi tongue to get to what Alex had deposited, and he needed it soon.
“How’s our newborn Mecla?” Elakdon asked.
A tired smile spread on Alex’s face. “Tired. And I have a bit of a headache.”
Elakdon smiled at Beaudon who looked worse for wear than Alex. “Then sleep, Alex. You’ve definitely earned that.”
“Did I do good?”
“Oh, yeah!” Elakdon said. “Yeah, that hip snap is gonna make you popular.”
The tired smile on Alex’s face was adorable, but then it fell along with his eye-lids, and the Mecla passed out.
Elakdon chuckled and looked at Beaudon. “May I suggest that we go see if the Guard Lords and Ladies want to snack the hell out of us?”
“Did you get too many hormones, too?”
“Yeah, and he came inside me. Not fully, but I feel it, so I need a good flushing out, too.”
“I didn’t know it would be this bad,” Beaudon said, shuffling to the end of the bed to climb out. Randr had retreated to his chair, and he nodded Elakdon out the door, apparently not intending on following this time. Elakdon winked at him and followed the naked Beaudon through the palatial apartment to the Guardroom.
It was where they kicked back, and the room was decorated only for that. It held gaming devices, a bar, a pool table, couches, a huge TV, and a bed for feeding, which someone was using.
Beaudon’s Fountain sat in there with his Guard Lord lover and played cards.
A Guard Lady saw them and stood. “My King, Nol, may we assist you?”
“Yes, please. We just bedded a human, and we need a lot of doses. Please flush our systems, and my ass, in particular, has semen for someone hungry for that.”
Half the room got up.
“Oh, shit,” Beaudon mumbled.
Elakdon grinned and pulled the young King a bit closer. “Yes. What we don’t do for our people.”
The many purple-eyes moved closer, eyes darkening, and cocks rising invitingly. Elakdon closed his eyes and gave himself over to the many hands that gently grabbed at him. So many different pangs of hunger were impossible to follow, and Elakdon had learned to merely let go and let the active pleasers end up being the majority.
Elakdon lifted Alex into his arms, smiling at the unconscious young Changeling.
“He’ll be under the weather for the days it takes his brain to make room for the new gland. He’ll be tired and cranky, and he’ll need to feed no matter what. But for now, he needs to sleep.”
Beaudon led the way to Alex’s room, where they tucked him in.
Beaudon almost looked a proud parent the way he stood in the doorway and watched the sleeping figure.
“Go sleep, Beaudon. I certainly know I need it, so you do too.”
Beaudon chuckled, nodding. They split up in the great hall, and Elakdon returned to his own chambers, finding Randr lounging on the bed.
“I’ve fed since I’m sure you’re all stocked,” Randr said.
Elakdon felt grateful for his insight and collapsed on the bed next to him. Randr pulled him up to lie on his chest, and Elakdon fell asleep not long after.
The next morning, Elakdon went to see how Alex was, and he sat at the breakfast table along with Seldon, Caledon, and the young King. He looked terrible.
“How are you, Mecla?” Elakdon asked.
“I have a headache, but they say no pill will help.”
“It won’t, I’m sorry. Feeding will alleviate it, though.”
“I can’t focus.”
“I know, but it’s the only way while the Cubi center grows in.”
“How long will that take?” Alex rubbed his temples.
“About a month, but it lessens with time,” Seldon said.
“Good morning.”
Elakdon turned to find Beaudon’s human Untouchable joining them. He went to fetch a bowel and a spoon.
“I need water,” Alex said, got up, and brushed the Untouchable’s arm. Then he cried out, and grabbed his cock, turning back to lean on the table.
“Who’s open?” Seldon asked.
“Me!” Beaudon stepped up to Alex and took over the cock massage.
Elakdon looked at Caledon. “Flush his system afterward.”
“Just what I need this morning.”
“Really?” Elakdon looked at the other end of the breakfast table where Alex pushed Beaudon up to lie. “How about you be my breakfast?”
Caledon’s brows rose, then he got up and hurried out of his clothes. Elakdon smiled as he settled between the Lord’s legs and leaned down to tongue his ass. A long moan escaped Caledon. Then Beaudon.
Oh, the sweet sounds of breakfast in a Royal’s home.
Elakdon pushed his elongated tongue into Caledon, then released a dose, the cry of need setting his own hunger aflame. He stood to push fingers into Caledon, preparing him for penetration. Then the table began to rock against him as Alex once again showed off his hip snap, and Beaudon cried out from pleasure as his hungry newborn Mecla set all sails to claim as much pleasure from the young King’s body as possible.
Elakdon pushed into Caledon, getting a long moan.
Seldon sat on the sideline with his coffee, grinning at his two lovers getting fucked at each end of
the table. Their heads lay side by side, and Caledon finally turned his head and grabbed Beaudon’s to kiss him upside down.
Seldon placed his cup on the table and reached out with both hands to tweak nipples, and that was certainly a point to be focused on with Caledon. Elakdon focused on the other nipple and gently stroked Caledon’s cock, his gaze sometimes seeking out Beaudon to make sure he could withstand the human hormones still strong in Alex’s body.
“Oh, yeah, Alex, more, oh fuck!” Beaudon kept begging, meaning he was fine for now.
Caledon shivered from the pleasure that Elakdon and Seldon showed his body, and he was a very easy man to please. He came long before Elakdon, yet the dose kept him craving more.
Beaudon cried out from ecstasy and jerked on the table as he shot his load.
“Don’t come in your King,” Elakdon said.
Alex cried out, then pulled out and left the ejaculation on Beaudon’s heaving body.
“Uh, for me,” Seldon said, released Caledon’s nipple, and leaned over to lick the spunk from Beaudon’s stomach along with what Beaudon had spilled there. Seldon then went to help Alex sit, the young man’s headache apparently gone for now. Seldon went back and buried his tongue in Beaudon’s ass.
Beaudon smiled lazily, continuing to do that while Seldon penetrated him and released a dose to flush him. Had to be him now that Elakdon was keeping Caledon busy. Elakdon let his thoughts and attention on Beaudon go as he was in capable hands, and he focused fully on Caledon, who was well on his way to his second orgasm.
Letting go and feeling all that given pleasure race over his skin, Elakdon wouldn’t be far behind. He climaxed to the loud cries for more from the other end of the more heavily rocking table, as Seldon gave his young lover a good pounding.
Elakdon smiled as he helped Caledon off the table, finding the out-fucked Ilkil-Nol adorable with his beautiful dark hair sticking out in any direction. Oh yeah, nothing was as beautiful as a high-ranking Cubus who’d just been reminded of a doses ability to let them give in to pleasure.
Time for coffee. And after that, Elakdon would go check in on his hard-thrusting Incubus friend to see how he was healing. The heavy pounding reaching its climax in the other end of the breakfast table almost made Elakdon’s ass feel the pleasurable pain he’d be in as soon as Kaydon was up for fucking again because he needed it. He needed a Royal’s ass to make him strong and beautiful again.
Beaudon flipped off the table, grabbing it to steady himself. Then he grinned. “Three hundred and twenty-one…Three, two, one to cum.” He snickered childishly, and Elakdon felt young as he joined in on the immature humor.
Chapter Two
Elakdon drank from the pitcher greedily, enjoying the coolness soothing his parched throat. His ass throbbed, and he couldn’t help the goofy grin as he passed the pitcher onto the big red-eyed Viking looking sexy, covered in sweat and scars, and out-fucked by his King. Well, his Kings.
“You look mighty pleased with yourself,” Kaydon said, handing the pitcher to the young King, Beaudon.
“Oh, I am, Cub, I am.” Elakdon leaned over to run his hand over the burn scars healing on the red-eye’s left side. “However much I love the raw look on you now, I hope you soon find your natural Cubi beauty to feed on whomever your lust desires.”
Beaudon put the pitcher down and rolled onto his stomach at the end of the bed. He punched a pillow under his chest and studied Elakdon and Kaydon. “Tell me, Ela, where does your fetish for Vikings come from?”
“Fetish?” Elakdon laughed loudly. “I was born in very different times where humans lived under very different moral codes. Scars showed our life, our courage, our willingness to stand up to injustice. I admire them, and yeah, the strength and morals of a person can make me very hot and bothered.”
Kaydon smiled. “That’s why I never feared going into the battles while I belonged to his Kingdom. He was my Valhalla while alive.”
Elakdon’s heart warmed at the sentiment, and he was going to miss him.
“I’ve heard about Valhalla. It’s where the warriors would go, right?”
“Would go?” Elakdon couldn’t help but tease the young King because he was too old and had faced too many religions countering his own to be insulted anymore.
“When they died?”
“Past tense. And where do you surmise warriors go if they die in battle today?”
Beaudon blinked. “I don’t know. I think they all go the same place no matter what the different religions call it.”
Elakdon liked that answer, yet he wondered. “And where’s that? Heaven?”
Beaudon snorted. “No.”
Elakdon studied Beaudon for a while. He was nineteen, Kaydon was almost two hundred years old, and Elakdon was more than one thousand. He was born before Christianity had changed the customs and ways of the old, and he’d lived long enough to contemplate the gods and science and all the contradictions, and he’d ended up with a compromise.
“What is your religion, My King,” Kaydon asked. “If I may ask.”
Beaudon gnawed his lip a moment. “I don’t really believe in anything, and all I’ve ever heard about is Christians and Jews, I guess. And Buddhists, I’ve heard about them, too.”
The young King didn’t look happy to learn about more he had limited knowledge about. Beaudon looked at the wounded Viking they were dosing to make heal faster and to honor for his bravery. “What do you believe in?”
“The gods of old. All of us do. I mean, all the warriors of The King’s hird do. Most Cubi born in Scandinavia and Germanian countries kept the old ways even when the human King converted to keep the peace.”
“Tell me about it,” Beaudon asked. “Tell me about the old ways.”
Elakdon looked at Kaydon, and the scars poked at an old memory along with a more recent one of his niece asking him to share his history with Beaudon. And she was right—he did love telling a good story.
“I’m over eleven hundred years old, and I was born into a House of only forty-two Cubi run by High Father Harrodon. He’d be called a Grand Lord in your Kingdom. My mother, Windin, was a green-eye at the time, and my dad, Bo, was a blacksmith she seduced during the Yule festivities. Anyway, childhood was playing around and learning the ropes from the older kids, but we had chores. When I reached the age of Empowerment, I was sent off to live with High Mother Bodin Borghild. She lived far away, and it took us more than a week by horseback to get there. Horseback meaning, we were rich, we didn’t have to walk.”
Beaudon looked excited at the prospect of story time, and for a moment, Elakdon felt old. But it a good way. In a rich way.
“Get out of bed, young King, and follow me. A soft bed and cum-soaked sheets are neither the right surroundings nor the proper attire when being told the story of how a Viking King came to power. A hearth was our life, the center of a home, and a family. You will be told the story while we have ourselves a full night by the flames.”
Beaudon gaped. “You mean…outside?”
“Outside.” Elakdon smiled, glancing at Kaydon. “And you, my dear warrior, are most welcome to dun your favorites and join us.”
“Yes, My…Nol.” Kaydon shuffled out of bed, looking excited.
“Gather my hird.”
“Yes, Nol!” Kaydon left the bedroom just short of running.
“What’s a hird?” Beaudon asked on his way to look out the window.
“The old name for a Scandinavian King’s armed escort.” Elakdon came to stand next to him. “My men already fixed us a spot, remember?”
“It’s going to be cold.”
“I guess. But my hope is that you can then better appreciate the time I’m about to tell you about.”
Beaudon smiled and nodded. Elakdon took the young King through his House, naked, and met up with the hird who was in the process of putting on their Viking gear. Memories stirred, which was a good thing. Elakdon wasn’t about to tell the young King that once you pass one thousand, the memory would sort out what was no
longer necessary to keep up with. Elakdon clung to his childhood and youth, though, yearning for a world where a person’s word was their honor and where fools were urged to find honor in silence. The present day seemed to be the extreme opposite to that.
Randr came over and held out Elakdon’s shirt to help him into it. No one but the oldest of the hird knew about Randr, but tonight they’d find out. He’d tell their story tonight.
Elakdon watched the flames catch onto the logs and enjoyed the sensation of the drying dirt on his hands from when he’d hauled the firewood there and prepared the pit. The dew had fallen, and his skin felt tighter as it dried rapidly by the flames. His warriors finished setting up the classic lean-to with artistically carved posts and embroidered and wax treated cloth. Two of his warriors had brought a whittling project to the fire and story time. He found such peace in it. Everything slowed down when he shut out the modern world of constant noise and eagerness to do everything fast because time was money. No one seemed to have the time to sit still and observe everything around them. To let their mind wander and feel connected to nature and everything else around them.
“How much do you know about Norse mythology?” Elakdon asked Beaudon.
The young King sat on a raised log looking anything but at home in the wilderness. “I know big beards, helmets with horns, and the tales of rape, pillage, and plunder.”
The hirdsmen around the fire laughed.
“We didn’t have horns on our helmets,” Randr said.
Kaydon felt his chin, grinning. “We do take pride in our beard, though.” He’d shaved it off, but not completely. He had a very neat beard, yet too short to be decorated by pearls like Elakdon’s warriors had. Kaydon even looked like he missed it, but he’d changed it to fit into the new Kingdom. Elakdon almost felt sorry for him. Personally, he’d followed the world around him to not give the Minglers too big of a shock when they had to bed the King to be strengthened. Plus, it made him feel connected to the human world. He feared that he’d grow too stagnant in the ever-changing world if he’d kept his beard, symbolizing the old ways, and he’d even cried when he’d shaved it off.
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