WORRLGENHALL

by Luke, Monica

  “Leave WorrlgenHall now and make yourself nameless,” he clearly threatened this time, “And if I have the unpleasant fate to see you again, I will slice you open like the filthy swine you are just as I did your uncle.”

  Borek scurried away groaning and bleeding, and as he did, Glen and Loth, witnessing first hand Laad’s mercifulness, as well skill no longer cared to challenge for Lord Helm.

  Believing one more deserving already stood in front of them, both men looked at the other and simultaneously stuck their swords into the earth yielding with no protest, then nodded to Laad.

  “Laad has won!” one cried out in the crowd, “There are none to challenge him,” the others followed.

  Saying nothing King Rone raised his hand to silence the crowd and motioned for Laad to stand before him.

  “I ask you guild!” King Rone shouted from his square, “Should the stars fall from the sky onto WorrlgenHall how will you defend it?”

  Laad looked to Nona, his love; then raised his chin with certainty and looked back at the king.

  “With my blood, heart, and very soul,” his answer, as he bowed his head.

  King Rone nodded pleased with his simple, yet profound answer and with that, Laad won the challenge.

  As if he were his own son, Irek walked over to Laad.

  “Under my wing you shall be,” he said truly proud, as he put his own specially made sword sideways over his head, before he presented it to him as a gift, “Just as I know it would have been of your father, I to am proud to put it in your hands, as a father would a son.”

  “Such a well made sword,” Laad said, before he took it, “I am not worthy.”

  “You are more than,” he spoke with certainty, “Take it and with it bring about honor and wrath to those deserving.”

  Humbly, Laad nodded as he took the sword and held it high; then right away kneeled in front of the king, and held it sideways in his hand after he kneeled; then once told to rise, he raised his sword to Nona and blew her a kiss before he left the garden.

  The crowd’s attention now on Nona, she felt herself above all after Laad blew a kiss to her when she noticed envious eyes upon her.

  “What is he to you?” a woman asked, whom just one of many as they watched Laad fight had tried to get his attention, “Twice he has sought you out over us all.”

  “He is my husband,” Nona said. Her heart swollen with pride, as she watched him walked away. Her body now burning for him, she longed for dusk when she knew he would to come to bed, so she could please him.

  **

  That night, as the men drank to Laad, who had left them early to go to Nona, Ovfren, who normally didn’t drink much, drank and remained to sullen; then after he had finally had his fill, when he walked away Ogorec, who was there followed him.

  “Such a glum face you have to lose to those men,” he said, as he walked behind him after watching him the whole time, “They are among the best, and I would boast to lose to Laad. He is gifted.”

  “Such glum yes,” Ovfren admitted. His words slightly slurred. “But for what you reason.”

  “Then, speak of it,” Ogorec urged, as he walked alongside him now.

  “The time is not for such words.” Ovfren gathered.

  Ogorec stopped, as Ovfren walked ahead, but as he watched him walk, he mentioned what he noticed earlier in the garden.

  “I must ask you,” he said, although hesitant, “Did you set yourself to look to me when you did well as you vied?”

  “I did.”

  “Why?”

  “As I told you,” Ovfren repeated, “The time is not for such words…”

  “I want to hear them,” Ogorec again urged.

  “Why such fret to hear what troubles me?” Ovfren asked, as he walked, “I fear my words could anger you, yet I have longed to say them for some time with hope my fear is wrong.”

  Hastily, Ogorec followed Ovfren again; then after he looked this way and that way to make sure no one heard him, questioned him.

  “Why did you warn me of Tohlor?”

  “Had I not,” Ovfren said, as he stopped, “What would be your fate?”

  “I am coming to reason,” Ogorec said, “Your heeding had nothing to do with a favor for saving your life, but deeper.”

  “Reason what you will.”

  “You drank much and speak senseless.” Ogorec now dismissed him, “I order you to make your way to your room and sleep. In the morning you will have a clear head.”

  “If words are in your head before you drink, I would reason they will be there after?”

  “You are drunk.”

  “But yet, it is a question,” Ovfren said, “And I want an answer.”

  “Then my answer is yes they would be,” he answered, “Now answer my question what words are in your head?”

  “You saved my life, and I did set myself to watch and learn from you for that reason,” Ovfren confessed, “But as I did, I began to be in love with you.”

  “You mean you began to be loyal to me,” Ogorec corrected him.

  “My words were I began to be in love with you,” Ovfren insisted, “And I still am.”

  Surprised by his words, Ogorec’s head shook right away disbelieving.

  “This cannot be.”

  “Why, is it that you have another?”

  Again, Ogorec looked this way and that to see if others were close; then pulled Ovfren by his arm to talk to him secretively

  “I will not hear this,” he excused him, “Your words are from much drink, and make you not able to reason clearly.”

  “Then, my fear was right,” Ovfren said, as he held his disappointment within, “Anger.”

  Ovfren pulled his arm away and left him, but early in the morning, as he walked alone, when Ogorec saw him, he went to him right away.

  “Is your mood better? Ogorec, who had intentionally rose early hoping to find him out early asked, as he walked to him, “You spoke strange words last night. Do they come to mind?”

  “Yes,” Ovfren said, surprised Ogorec was out so early, “All of my words from the night stand as the same.”

  Ogorec stopped and looked at him annoyed.

  “Then, is there a smell about me?” he asked again angered, yet unsettled inside of how he felt from hearing Ovfren’s confession, as all night he pondered it in his head, “That a man looks at me, as he would a woman. If so, I swear, I will sorcerer it from me?”

  Insulted, Ovfren would not answer him, and walked away.

  **

  After Laad had left the men, he went to his chamber, and as he opened the door, Nona who had waited up for him, ran into his arms.

  “Such a show you gave this day,” she said, while she moved him to sit, “I cannot speak words of how proud I felt.”

  “From your kiss, my lovely sunrise,” Laad said, and put her on his lap, “If the challenge had been to fly, I could have.”

  “Oh, my husband,” Nona whispered, “Such is my want for you this night. To be ravished by my strong brave husband.”

  “Nona,” Laad said, as he thought of her still tender, “I am bound to you for life. I fear if I am inside you, so great is always my desire for you that my thrusts will be to forceful just as they were last night. I will wait until you are more healed.”

  “Then, I have another pleasure to give you,” Nona whispered.

  Still on his lap, Nona stood and slowly fell to her knees; then as she gently rubbed on him, his shaft already engorged, she freed it from inside his pants, before taking it into her hand and gently putting it on her cheek.

  Its tip smooth and warm, she ran it around the edge of her willing lips, and as she did, he inhaled hard.

  “Does this please you?” she whispered.

  “How did you know of this, my love?” Laad asked, as a deep exhale now came from him.

  “I have heard the women speak of it,” she confessed, as her soft lips now kissed down one side of it and up the other, “In the meal house.”

  Slowly, the tip of h
er finger rounding his tip, as his shaft filled her hand such that she could not close it, she held it tightly; then as she opened her mouth just slightly, only allowing part of it beyond her teeth. She tasted and twirled her tongue in the semi tart fertile seed coming out of him, causing Laad to grab the handles of his chair.

  “Mm, such great rewards have been given to me this day.” He hummed, as he felt the heat of her mouth now grip around his shaft; then slightly pull, “Aahhmm, my love.”

  “Dare I bring forth all from you?” Nona questioned in a soft whisper, “And savor what is within.”

  “It is yours to do what you will,” Laad said, as he relished the feel of Nona’s mouth and tongue around his swollen shaft, “And when you will.”

  As Nona opened her mouth and received all of him inside it, she felt him run his fingers through her hair while he moaned and hissed through his teeth, and at first unsure if she would be able to please him in such a way, as he gasped when she pulled him deep into her mouth, she knew she could.

  His breathing heavy, Laad leaned his head back, as Nona roused him by pulling and sucking on his shaft with her hot wet mouth making him want even more.

  “With haste,” Laad finally blurted, as Nona felt her bed gown suddenly come off with a fierce pull, “Sit upon my lap, and let me fill your other warmth.”

  Nona looked to her left, noticing her gown burning. Hastily pulled off and thrown accidently into the fire in his mad frenzy to get her naked.

  “Ease down on me,” Laad ordered with such a tone, Nona’s heart raced as she imagined him ordering those under him.

  “Give me your commands,” she whispered, as slowly she straddled him.

  His hands upon her bottom, he gripped it firmly; then as she slid down, he was careful with his thrusts only letting her go halfway down and only allowing part of himself to thrust upward.

  “I will try to be gentle.” He moaned, his voice deep and still commanding, “You must tell me if I bring you pain.”

  “Gentle are your thrusts,” she whispered with pleasure, “And there is no pain.”

  Just as Laad said he would, although every part of him, wanted to thrust deep and hard inside Nona, he refrained, but the pleasure of his shaft inside her hot moist tunnel gripping it became to great a sensation.

  Already stimulating to exploding by her mouth only moments before, no longer able to hold within his boiling torrent, he flooded inside her sooner than he wanted to.

  “Ah Nona!” he cried out, “Forgive me. I could not hold back.”

  “I set out to please you.” Nona’s only concern, “And in such, I am pleased as well.”

  Deep was his kiss upon her lips, as he lifted her; then carried her to bed and as he undressed, he remembered her gown.

  “Your bed gown burned in the fire,” he said regrettably.

  Nona looked over at now ashes. “It is mere cloth and something burned within me more.”

  “You will have many more, as well as all your heart wants.”

  “My heart wants the man who is next to me,” Nona whispered, as he pulled her to him, “And always shall.”

  Naked in each other arms, their bodies so close nothing could come between them, Nona sighed.

  “As women watched you,” she then whispered, “They were yearning for you. You are handsome, strong, and brave. I pray I can hold you.”

  “I know God has blessed me with you,” Laad confessed, as he held her tight, “And from that you will hold me for life.”

  **

  His mind troubled from Ovfren’s words, Ogorec kept to himself away from all even Belon; then late into the night as the stars shined bright, while he stared out at them lost in thought, he heard his door open.

  Believing it was Belon. He said nothing as he faced away, until he turned and saw it was Ovfren.

  “What reason do you have to come to me in the night?”

  “My reason is only one,” Ovfren said, as he nervously and quietly entered; then took a long deep breath as he fastened the door latch.

  “My words to you are this cannot be and will not be,” Ogorec assured him, “I will not do such a betrayal.”

  “Who will it bring harm?” Ovfren asked; then removed his tunic, “It is I willingly coming to you.”

  Ovfren, young and alluring with striking gray eyes had loosely curled light brown hair and a florid complexion when in the sun even for a short while, was well fit with defining muscles that lined either side of his stomach, which enticed Ogorec as he looked at him.

  “Belon will not know.”

  “You left me angered.” Ogorec believed, “Such that I reasoned my words swayed these feelings you spoke you had for me.”

  “At first yes,” Ovfren confessed, “But as I reasoned, I knew from such anger in your words what I spoke reached deep into you and would not have, had you felt nothing for me.”

  “I had not set myself to live in such a way, yet it came to be,” Ogorec said, as he fought to control his attraction to Ovfren, “And I do confess, just the sight of you rouses me, but I will give myself to only one man, and I will not allow it ever again.”

  “You cannot deny your want for me is not a strong one,” Ovfren said, as he looked down at Ogorec, who was naked and what was between his muscled thighs fully taut.

  “I am within my own chamber,” Ogorec said, yet he did not cover himself.

  “And you so stiff can only be one reason for it,” Ovfren questioned hopeful, “I confess if I remove my clothes you will find me the same.”

  “You will never feel me inside you,” Ogorec vowed. “Nor will I allow you to be inside me.”

  “Then great is my anguish.” Ovfren groaned disappointed. “You naked in front of me makes me want you even more?”

  “I cannot,” again, Ogorec vowed. Yet, deep within a seed of longing for Ovfren was rooting.

  “Vow what you will Ogorec,” Ovfren spoke with zeal, “But your vows will not fill an empty cup. You will have me and I you, if not this night, then another. I know it.”

  “You speak as would a foolish young girl eager to give away her virginity,” Ogorec said to anger him hoping that would deter him, but inside knowing full well if Ovfren said the right words the temptation would be to great to resist him, “Do not come to me for your sudden desires.”

  Ovfren frowned at the insult. “Sudden desires.”

  “I fear how willingly you are to bend over and let me pound into you, and I fear you will weep in the morning when I send you on your way when I am done with you.” Ogorec added.

  “I will go,” he said, hurt that he let himself be venerable by confessing his feelings, as he put back on his tunic, “But not without speaking this truth. I have bent over for no one and my words are unchanged, but good or bad they are the last words you will hear from me.”

  Ogorec’s plan worked and he breathed a sigh as his door closed, yet so tempting was Ovfren, he bit his lip hard fighting the urge to rise and beg him to come back.

  Unknown to them, Belon, who lost in thought about Ogorec most of the day because he had been so withdrawn, decided to go to him to talk about what bothered him, then sleep beside him, but as he walked down the hallway, he saw Ovfren leaving the chamber.

  Filled with jealousy and anger, Belon’s first emotion was of him wanting to strangle Ovfren to death. One murder already committed, he calmed himself; then went to Ogorec’s door and it still unlocked, he entered.

  “What is there between you and Ovfren?” he asked; his voice low and brooding, as he closed the door, but stayed by it.

  “There is nothing,” Ogorec said, as he walked to his bed and sat.

  “Then, I am going mad,” he said through clenched jaws to keep from yelling, “I could swear, I saw Ovfren leave your chamber, and worse, when I enter, I see you are naked.”

  Ogorec sighed and looked at the floor.

  “I have no words,” he confessed, “Ovfren has confessed his love.”

  “His love!” he blared; then lowered his tone, �
��How can that be?”

  “There was or is no reason for his love,” Ogorec added, “I sent him away.”

  “With or without what he wanted?”

  “You should know the answer,” Ogorec replied now angered.

  Upset, Belon opened the door.

  “Then have him.” He spat, walked out and slammed the door.

  Ogorec huffed; then sprang from his bed to the door to try to stop Belon, but when he opened it, Belon had not moved away from it.

  “It will destroy me to lose you,” Belon said still upset, as he stood, “Such is this love I have for you.”

  Ogorec pulled him inside and closed the door, and when Belon put his back to it, Ogorec put his arms on either side of him, with his palms flat to the door.

  “End his want!” Belon jealously hissed.

  “There was not a beginning to now end,” Ogorec vowed; then kissed him hard on his lips, “… and will never.”

  Both stood silent, as each chose their next words carefully.

  “Dare we behave like forlorn women?” Ogorec broke the silence.

  “Then what do you reason is for us?”

  “The answer is unknown.” Ogorec sighed loudly, “But what is set has been set.”

  “Which is?”

  “It does not bring me pleasure to throw a man off a wall to his death,” Ogorec’s answer, “I did it for us,” yet inside him, such was his want growing for Ovfren, he set his mind to seize Belon hoping to stop the throbbing between his thighs.

  “And what of this Ovfren?” he questioned, “Should I take his life during a battle, he knows all?”

  “I reason he is harmless, remove him from your head.” Ogorec said quickly, now finding himself already protective of him.

  As he listened, Belon’s mind eased and he shook his head, distressed that he loved him so deeply.

  “Do you wish me to tarry this night?” he asked, as he buried his head in Ogorec’s shoulder who had put his hand on the back of Belon’s head, “Or leave?”

  “Tarry.” He wanted; his need great, “I have set myself to have my fill of you hard and deep until I am drained.”

  “Will it be such that I will cry out?”