History of Beauty

by Meraki P. Lyhne

  “Yes! Oh wow, you gave that gift, oh wow! More Foldon, do that again.”

  “This?” Foldon asked teasingly, then ground his hips against Styrk’s ass harder, drawing a long groan from the green-eye. It was difficult fitting fingers in an ass where the muscles worked that intensely, so Elakdon merely kept his fingers still and wiggled them while stroking his own cock, gathering saliva to soon ease his penetration.

  Foldon groaned loudly and poked out his ass for more, while Styrk rotated his hips below Foldon. “Come on, feed me! Dose me!” Foldon shouted.

  Elakdon pulled his fingers out and grabbed onto a hip. “Hold still.” He then pushed inside, his own hunger rising from feeling Foldon’s needs.

  A shuddering breath escaped Foldon as he held still on top of Styrk, and his powerful body quivered until Elakdon had sheathed himself fully. Upon the release of the first dose, a loud groan escaped Foldon, and he began humping Styrk again.

  Elakdon kept up and had to hold on to release the second, though, which only made it all the more interesting. Foldon was as domineering being in the center as he would be on top, and he directed quite the humping from his place in the middle, taking care of everybody’s pleasure.

  Elakdon loved that side of him, and according to the energy traveling to his spine, Foldon relished in being in the middle. The sight of his muscles was the absolute height of Elakdon’s experience. The Fountain humped with his entire body engaged, and since Foldon’s strength was a turn-on for Elakdon, then having the full view of watching his body move like that was a treat that sent Elakdon toward his first orgasm quickly.

  Styrk climaxed a moment later, shoving back to get more as he grunted against the pelts.

  That was two doses, and Foldon relaxed over Styrk, still grinding his hips in torturously slow circles.

  “My turn, Cub.” Styrk flopped over, tipping Foldon off. “Let’s get you humped good.”

  “I’m not dosed anymore.”

  “Oh, I can take care of that.” Elakdon grinned and laid down next to him.

  “Why aren’t you participating anymore?”

  “I’ll tell you after.” Elakdon then leaned in and kissed Foldon, adamant about making him feel appreciated now that he was left for Styrk to take care of. Elakdon then released another two doses and showered his body’s erogenous zones with attention while Styrk took their bodies to another climax. It was odd watching them. Styrk was an active pleaser who was otherwise passive. Or he could be passive except he was penetrative. Watching a power top bottoming for a passive top showed all the nuances there was to feeding, and watching Foldon power-bottom Styrk to the edge of his sanity was hot, and Elakdon wished he could focus equally intensely on two people at the same time to watch as they both climbed toward the inevitable explosive climax.

  “Let me take you again!” Foldon said, shuffling around. “I want to hump you again!”

  Styrk pulled back, grinning. “Such a demanding Cub.”

  “Yeah.” Foldon sounded like it was a given, then pulled Styrk’s leg to get in between them, and sank back into him. “Be in me again, Ela, it felt so good.”

  Elakdon wouldn’t deny Foldon that, and it had been awesome, so he pushed in again, dosing him again for good measure since they were two.

  Foldon roared and held still, shivering, while the new doses coursed through his system. Then he began thrusting into Styrk again, yet Elakdon wanted him lost in lust, so he pushed at him until he was lying flat on Styrk, and Elakdon leaned over, trapping him beneath him. Not an easy feat when he was that much stronger, yet Foldon made it work, driving himself, and by the sound of it, Styrk insane.

  “Oh, he likes that, he loves that move, too,” Elakdon whispered.

  “Yeah, he sounds like you.” Foldon moaned loudly. “I’ll make him come as hard as you, too.”

  That sounded like the promise Styrk had hoped for, and he grabbed at the intricate carvings of the headboard he’d made to find leverage to push himself back against Foldon. “Oh, more, more! I love your cock!”

  Foldon groaned loudly and sped up. Elakdon held on for dear life to not slip out, but the energy pooling in his back indicated he didn’t have to hold on for long. Foldon came, and the energy crashed to Elakdon’s balls, sending him over the edge. All that to the wonderful song of Styrk tipping over into a powerful orgasm that left him twitching and whimpering, still clutching at the headboard.

  “Styrk? Are you fine?”

  “Fine? I’m…I’m…” Styrk raised a finger. “You get to hump me like that again.” Styrk drew a deep, shuddering breath. “Later. Much later.”

  Elakdon tipped off Foldon, laughing, and Foldon followed, landing on the other side of the green-eye who’d apparently met his limits with a newly empowered Fountain and a Royal in the same bed. It had never looked favorable for middle-aged Cubi.

  The thought of Randr soon needing Elakdon a lot, too, took the top of the amusement at seeing Styrk like that. Another aspect of their feeding put a smile on Elakdon’s face, though. “We should go tell Nil-Savadin that you can now feed versatile.”

  Styrk nodded, then held up a finer again. “In a minute.”

  Elakdon and Foldon exchanged glances over the tired green-eye’s back, then sputtered laughter.

  Foldon scurried around to lie on his back, and the three of them enjoyed a moment.

  “I’m hungry,” Foldon declared, staring into the ceiling.

  “Me, too,” Elakdon said.

  “Well I’m full,” Styrk said.

  Foldon chuckled and swatted his ass, making the green-eye laugh.

  The three of them rolled out of bed and got into their clothes. Except Elakdon didn’t see the point since he expected to have to go feed Randr soon, so he pulled the cloak over his body instead. He’d have to bathe first, though. Sune could fetch him water while he ate.

  They left the bedroom and went to the longtable. Randr sat there with Nol-Plydon, Nil-Savadin, Father, and Ole. The next sat a bit further down, making room for Styrk and Foldon.

  Food already stood on the table, and Randr had just begun eating.

  “Hi.” Elakdon squeezed his shoulder as he passed him. He then looked around, mainly on Ole to see if he’d been told. He didn’t look like someone who’d just gotten news of that sort, though. Time to tell the others, then. “Styrk, Foldon.”

  “Yes, Nol?” They sat forward to be able to see him, and the others leaned back, all looking expectant. Foldon caught on and looked worried. Ever the vigilant Cubus, which was an admirable trait for a Guard.

  “Styrk, you’ve been asked to help out with Foldon because I lost a dose to Randr, and he’s a Changeling.”

  Ole turned to look at his friend, surprised. “No, you’re not.”

  “Yes, he is,” Father said.

  “I saw magic touch his eyes, too,” Nol-Plydon said. “But any born Cubus will know that the majority of us are too vain to feed him. Thus it is for Elakdon to keep up with his newborn, too.”

  Randr looked down, and Elakdon felt angry at the tone.

  “There was about ten ways you could have phrased that nicer,” Nil-Savadin said, her tone carrying a sting that made the old King sigh.

  “Yes, I could. Anyway, with my rise came the ability to alter a human’s perception of our appearance a bit. Who knows, it might be enough. I will dose you well and thoroughly, but Elakdon will suck the doses out of you.”

  “I will help if needed,” Styrk said.

  “No, you will not because you guard a Fountain,” Father said. “Nol-Plydon’s doses are not allowed near you when you are needed that much more. The same goes for the Queen’s or the Guards’ doses.”

  “Excuse me.” Foldon left his seat and ran off.

  “Another problem is that you are an active pleaser, and so is Foldon,” Father said.

  “With the rise of Nol-Elakdon, a green-eye can feed on lower colors,” Styrk said, grinning.

  “You tell us something like that, immediately!” Father said, pointing a
t Elakdon.

  “He just did!” Elakdon pointed at Styrk. “We just learned it.” Elakdon looked at Randr and put his hand on his. Apparently, his touch made hunger race over Randr’s skin, and Elakdon snatched his hand back. “I’m not allowed yet, am I?”

  “No,” Nil-Savadin said. “But you may dose him and do so thoroughly.”

  “I’m empty,” Elakdon said.

  Foldon returned with a Guard Lord. “I, too, will help feed the newborn. Any man who can earn My King’s respect and cause him to lose a dose will be welcome in my bed.”

  Randr blushed, and Elakdon found him adorable, yet he obviously struggled with suddenly being at the center of attention when it took on a sexual nature, plus he was struggling against the sudden hunger.

  “I shall dose him now.” Nol-Plydon stood.

  “Be careful with him,” Elakdon said to the Guard, who bowed his head.

  Randr looked slightly lost, so Elakdon stood and reached for him. “I will stay, too.”

  Randr took Elakdon’s hand and followed, yet Elakdon didn’t lead him back to Randr’s bed, he led him to his bed.

  “I feel insecure about this,” Randr whispered.

  Elakdon put his arms around him. “The dose will take care of that. Give in and enjoy us.”

  Randr closed his eye and nodded. To ease him into it, Elakdon tried for a gentle kiss to the lips. The hunger immediately took over Randr, and he groaned and pushed himself against Elakdon, his hard-on pushing against his thigh.

  “Careful, young Prince,” Nol-Plydon said, pushing a hand between them to make Elakdon draw back. The sickness that had made Elakdon throw up was because Randr was human, and he was still changing, Elakdon remembered. So he stepped back, making room for the old King to help.

  Randr reluctantly let go, shivering from need. Nol-Plydon pressed their lips together. He delivered a dose efficiently and pulled back. The dose took hold, and Randr doubled over, getting help from Elakdon and the Guard Lord as it tore through his still bruised body.

  As gently as possible, they placed Randr on the bed.

  The Guard pushed Elakdon’s hand away as he tried to reach for Randr’s crotch. “Mind the human sickness. I have seen it before. I will help your newborn.” The Guard Lord stood back to quickly get out of his clothes, while Elakdon tried to help Randr with that task only.

  The Guard was careful as he climbed up to straddle Randr, yet Randr was less careful with his injured body as he reached for the Guard. He even tried using his left hand to stroke the Guard’s cock.

  Nol-Plydon took a seat on the edge of the bed. “I hope my doses will help him heal faster, but these first few days will not be easy on him. I know it was an accident, and this isn’t about his looks…but, for what it’s worth, I’m sorry it didn’t happen once he had healed more.”

  Elakdon heard genuine sadness in the old King’s tone. He knew the old King had a problem with Randr’s looks, but he appreciated the sentiment.

  Nol-Plydon tried for a smile, then left.

  Elakdon turned in time to see the Guard sink down onto Randr’s cock, and the sounds Randr made caused Elakdon a new erection. He couldn’t wait to be the one to cause those sounds, and he looked forward to staring into Randr’s face as he climaxed. In fact, Elakdon refused to look at him to have that surprise waiting for him. He’d only heard it when the other Guard rode all of Elakdon’s doses out of Randr’s system, plus Elakdon had been too beat and ridden by a guilty conscience when that had happened.

  The Guard Lord moaned loudly, and Elakdon allowed himself to watch him as he shot his load all over Randr’s hairy chest. Elakdon couldn’t help himself, he leaned over and licked it off, enjoying the tickle of chest hairs. Randr came not long after, yet the King’s dose was too strong to be sucked out in one go, and the Guard continued riding Randr whose good hand had found Elakdon’s hair. If he hadn’t had hump hair after Styrk and Foldon, he would have after Randr was done fisting it.

  It was a bit rough, and Elakdon kinda liked it.

  Another orgasm claimed Randr, and the Guard Lord followed not long after, his gaze fastened on Elakdon who opened his mouth to catch the semen. Some hit the target, the rest he licked off Randr, as he lay panting and shivering.

  “Oh, your cock has an interesting curve. It hits good spots,” the Guard said, staying seated.

  Randr turned his head and looked at Elakdon. He seemed confused.

  Elakdon scooted closer and put a hand on his face, minding the broken arm. “Are you hurt? Did it provoke your wound?”

  “Doesn’t matter.”

  Elakdon smiled and leaned in for a gentle kiss. And no more than that.

  The Guard shuffled off. “I will be happy to help again.”

  “Thank you,” Elakdon said, looking over his shoulder to where the Guard Lord was getting back into his clothes. He then returned his attention on Randr.

  “I don’t like the doses,” Randr whispered. He didn’t seem fine at all, so Elakdon climbed over him to lie against his good side.

  “Why not?”

  “It…it makes me…lose control.”

  “That’s the point. It removes inhibitions, shyness, and increases pleasure. But most importantly, for a Cubus, it makes us strong. It makes us heal faster. Getting one of the old King’s, is…” Elakdon shook his head wide-eyed.

  Randr huffed. “Is it always like that? It was like this when you dosed me, too, just…”

  “I’m sorry.” If Randr didn’t like the doses, it was really going to be uphill from there.

  “I liked yours. I think. I mean, I liked that I was with you, and now I’ve been with two others and not you.”

  “You will, soon. When the headache stops, I will be all yours.” Elakdon couldn’t help the grin, remembering Randr’s comment about My King.”

  Randr pulled Elakdon closer and raised his broken arm to caress his cheek. “I look forward to that, My King.”

  Elakdon smiled. Then groaned as his stomach growled angrily. “We better return to the table.”

  “That, we must.”

  Elakdon helped Randr up, keeping an eye on his body’s reactions as he stood. He then helped Randr into his clothes, feeling his gaze upon him the whole time. Once done, Elakdon stepped in close again, looking into Randr’s good eye. So blue.

  “Who did I please to earn the love of someone like you?”

  Elakdon smiled. “I don’t know. Unfortunately, my being in love with you will make life harder on you. At least the next few months.”

  Randr nodded, looking off in thought. “I am being challenged then. To see if I’m worthy of you.” A determined smile stretched his uninjured side, and he looked Elakdon in the eye. “I shall overcome.”

  “I have no doubt you will.”

  They left the bedroom together to eat, and Elakdon felt better. He was still horrified that he hadn’t even spoken to Randr about it. He’d just dumped him in a new life that would, however much he hated Nol-Plydon’s way of stating it, be difficult because of his looks. Even before the scar, Randr was a below average man regarding looks. But his sense of pride and honor was something to strive for.

  And Elakdon had to admit, at least to himself, that the scar was what made Randr beautiful in his eyes. It was, as he’d tried to explain to the Cub, a testament to the man he was. It was a scar to be proud of. But, most importantly, and what Elakdon figured he might have fallen for, was that he felt so relaxed around Randr. He offered up shelter from a storm of things to learn and people to empower and decisions to be made and…and he’d just be there, and all seemed to quiet down around Elakdon and offer time to think.

  Trygve and Gunhild sat by the table this time, taking up Randr’s seat next to Elakdon. Could he ask the Earl to move? Would that be rude considering his status?

  “I’ll sit with Ole,” Randr whispered, squeezed Elakdon’s hand, then walked off.

  Well, that made it easy.

  Elakdon sat and immediately reached for the meat.

  Nil-Sav
adin chuckled and scooted the bowl toward him, a knowing grin on her face.

  “You look famished, my friend,” Trygve said.

  “I have been very busy today.” Elakdon sat back, realizing he had absolutely no sense of time. “What time of day is it?”

  “Evening,” Nil-Savadin said.

  “Oh.”

  “More Earls will arrive tomorrow,” Father said. “We expect around noon. Merely information to let you pace yourself.”

  That grin. “Thank you.”

  “Nol!” Ole stood up, looking eager. Randr clutched at his head and had slumped forward.

  Elakdon immediately left his chair, his fingers soaked in the lovely fatty juices of the meat. “Randr? Is it your head?”

  “Yes. It feels like my head is splitting open.”

  “Come on, let me help you lie down.”

  Foldon appeared on Randr’s other side, yet his ribs were in no state to be carried from both sides. “May I, Nol?” Bigger and stronger, sure, but Earl Knud had weighed almost nothing when Elakdon had flopped his corpse into the grave.

  “I’ll take him, just clear his bed so it’s ready for him.”

  “Yes, Nol.” Foldon dashed ahead, and Elakdon helped Randr to his feet, then half carried him around the hearth and to his bed.

  Windin came to them. “Is it his bandages? Has he grown a fever again?”

  “No, it’s a headache,” Elakdon said. “Did Father not tell you?”

  “Tell me what?” She helped pull the covers aside.

  Elakdon smiled. “I get to share the news myself, then.” He helped lower Randr onto the bed and helped get his legs up, while Randr continued to clutch at his head.

  “That’s bad, oh, that’s bad.”

  “I don’t even know how long it will last, I’m sorry,” Elakdon cooed, stroking his shoulder.

  “What will?” Windin asked.

  Nil-Savadin showed up behind Windin. “Randr is a late Changeling. It will provoke bad headaches for a week, but they are short-lived and will decrease in both strength and duration from now on. Is it his first?”

  “Yes,” Randr groaned.

  “He might throw up then.” The Queen went to perch next to Randr, while Windin hurried from the enclosure. “We haven’t even found a way to ease the pangs. A dose will not help considering his other injuries needing time to heal.”