WORRLGENHALL

by Luke, Monica

  His first want to get off his horse and ravish him as one would a captive virgin, his second to get off and walk to him to kiss him tenderly as one would a lover, his head spun.

  “Ovfren,” he wanted to say something profound, but could think of nothing, “Uh, uh stay vigil as you watch,” he blurted instead, as he turned his horse to ride away.

  “Get off your horse!” Ovfren commanded loudly, “Enough of this!”

  “What?” Ogorec questioned, as he quickly turned.

  “You put me here on the last watch well away from all.” Ovfren knew, “And it was for a reason.”

  “That is true,” he confessed his half-truth, “To thank you for saving my life”

  “Then will you have all of us gather?” Ovfren retorted, “We all saved the other as we fought.”

  His words made Ogorec raise his eyebrow amused and within him, he wanted to chuckle, something he had not done in some time, yet he controlled his face and kept it serious.

  “Get down;” Ovfren said again, “Enough of this foolishness. Our time is now upon us Ogorec.”

  Ogorec jumped from the horse; then walked to Ovfren.

  “Were your words enough of this foolishness? Ogorec questioned, still slightly amused, but chided him, “It is I who commands you.”

  “I spoke my words as true,” Ovfren avowed, “Enough with useless commands from you just to hear me speak. I can feel you watching me all the time. I have made it clear to you of my want, make it clear to me.”

  Now standing right in front of him, Ogorec looked at Ovfren’s alluring face, as his desire for him began to make his heart pound like war drums.

  “Strong is the desire that pulls me to you?” he admitted, as his breathing became heavy while his head shook unable to understand it, “And will not let you leave my head. I ask myself why, yet I cannot answer it. ”

  “Then I am within you,” Ovfren said, as his heart raced, “Confess it.”

  “Such is true,” he confessed, “From the time you spoke of love and came to my chamber, yet another has haunted me.”

  “The other?”

  “Belon.”

  Ovfren huffed jealously. He put his hand behind Ogorec’s head and only for a moment, Ogorec pulled back, but as he looked at his face, he now could do nothing but surrender to his want.

  “What do you want from one like me; I have nothing to offer you?” Ogorec asked. His last effort to sway Ovfren away from him, “I am older, hardened, and only know how to live as a guild.”

  “How can you ask me such a question? Has no other spoke to you of how desirable you are?” Ovfren asked; his words filled with passion before he pulled Ogorec hard to his mouth.

  Ovfren’s kiss to Ogorec a hungry one, his tongue explored Ogorec’s mouth savoring how he tasted before he tried to shove it down his throat.

  “Are you ready for such ways?” Ogorec asked when Ovfren pulled his tongue out of his mouth to take a breath.

  “Confess to me you want me,” Ovfren’s eager demand, “And I shall willingly be.”

  “I will not deny it,” Ogorec breathlessly admitted, “I want you, Ovfren.”

  Pleased to hear his words, Ovfren again opened his heart and spoke what was within him.

  “Long has been this desire within me for you,” was Ovfren’s longing moan and answer to him, “From the first I saw you.”

  Surprised by his confession and pleased, Ogorec confessed his weakness to Ovfren, which was his jealousy.

  “Once I am in you,” he whispered as his body begging to feel Ovfren’s finally, “I will not abide you with another.”

  “Cease your words,” Ovfren tired of talking said, as he pulled Ogorec’s belt that held his sword loose and tossed it to the ground; then removed his belt from around his waist, “Do not make me suffer from want any longer.”

  “Remove your clothes,” Ogorec murmured impatiently, as his groin tightened even more, “Leave nothing on and I mean nothing.”

  Quickly, both moved away from the rock while Ogorec stripped off everything and when Ogorec saw Ovfren’s body, just as fit as his own body, he became drawn to him with an unbridled fervor and pulled him close.

  “Have you seen all of me?” Ovfren whispered his eager question, as he moved back again and held his arms away from his body before he turned around twice.

  “Rigid and ...” Ogorec spoke, as he felt his mouth moisten as if to drool and stared at him in wonderment, “Such a fit you will be inside me.”

  “I am glad the sight of me pleases you,” Ovfren spoke, as he fought to control his breathing, but his heart pounded rapidly, “It can be no other way but unbending when you are near me.”

  “Touch me,” Ogorec demanded as he swallowed, “Grasp what is rigid too and will soon be inside you to ravish and tame you.”

  Just as he asked, Ovfren touched him.

  “Are you ready for such ways?” Ogorec asked him once more, as he grasped the tightened skin of Ovfren’s still swelling organ.

  “As I watched you ride pass me and strike down that man as if nothing who wanted to kill me,” Ovfren confessed, as he turned then put his hands steady against the rock, “Never have I longed for someone so much that it sickened me.”

  As Ovfren felt Ogorec’s body press against his and his arms go around him. He hissed and responded to his very touch. A touch he had long craved to feel; then when Ogorec’s blood gorged tip nuzzled against his untouched clinched muscle, he braced and stiffened once he felt the sharp stabbing intrusion and shrieked from the pain.

  “Uuuuhh,” his long painful shriek before he winced and his buttocks tightened, as Ogorec now pushed deeper into him.

  Ogorec’s body still pressed to his, he put his chin on Ovfren’s shoulder to talk to him while he inched inside him to help ease his pain.

  “Is this what you came to me for that night?” he asked, as he breathed in his ear and bit his lobe, “To know well what you feel inside you now?”

  “Yes,” Ovfren moaned, as his buttocks unclenched and his body now began to move along with Ogorec’s spearing, “But you turned me away.”

  “Such that I regret,” he confessed; his spark for Ovfren now flaming like a wild fire, “And not once have you left my head.”

  As both moaned deeply, Ovfren heard the sound of galloping hooves in the distance,

  “Someone comes!” he groaned again wincing, as he felt Ogorec quickly pull out of him.

  Both men quickly pulled from the other, and after Ogorec dressed, he jumped on his horse and sat casually, then just as Ovfren came from around the rock dressed too, a horse rode over a small knoll.

  “Ogorec,” the guild said.

  “Speak,” Ogorec said curtly, “And with haste.”

  “Lord Baric had me seek you. He wishes to speak of the journey plans with you and Laad, since no one can sleep.”

  “Ride back ahead of me,” Ogorec said, as he fought to control his breathing and displeasure from pulling out of Ovfren suddenly, “I will follow soon.”

  As the man rode away, Ogorec rode over to Ovfren and sternly spoke.

  “Great is my jealousy,” his warning to him, “… only with me Ovfren.”

  Knowing what he meant, Ovfren nodded. “What about you and Belon?”

  “I will not speak of him.”

  “Then I see,” he said, in a low disheartening tone and looked away.

  Sensing Ovfren’s unhappiness, Ogorec didn’t ride away. “You knew from the first what was between Belon and me. I have not deceived you.”

  “I confess yes,” he admitted, the tone still revealing his unhappiness, “And I confess as well, a desire to be now the only for you.”

  “I will not speak of Belon.”

  Looking up at Ogorec on his horse, Ovfren inhaled disillusioned from believing Ogorec would suddenly want only him.

  “Then I give you another confession before you leave me,” he added, “I have been inside no woman or man, touched no other, nor had a man inside any part of me.”

>   “You spoke words of this in my chamber long ago.” Ogorec remembered, “You are old enough to know such pleasures and have been under the king’s command long enough to have taken women who swoon over marching men.”

  “I have the will to wait for my desires,” Ovfren said confidently and proudly, “And now have who I want.”

  “You are young,” Ogorec teased, “So your will to wait has not been very long.”

  “I am old enough,” Ovfren retorted, and again averred, “And now have who I want, which is you.”

  “You feel you have me?” Ogorec questioned, as he raised his brow and slightly laughed.

  “I am sure of it,” Ovfren said with confident certainty.

  Ogorec sighed unsure what to say, but deep within, he knew Ovfren now had a strong hold on him. “Again this night I will put you here.”

  “Put me on watch always as we journey if you will come to me in the night to make me moan,” he said at once.

  “The way to you speak to me pleases me,” Ogorec voiced hard to believe Ovfren’s words had such an effect on him, “And stirs me more than I can put to words.”

  Ovfren smiled; then crossed his arms.

  Ogorec looked at him when he crossed his arms. His mind so set on whom he wanted, a proud feeling overcame him that he chose and only desired him.

  Ovfren’s facial features different from most men at WorrlgenHall probably because he came from foreign land far north, made him stand out noticeably in the most profound way.

  Although, not the same height as Ogorec, he was tall, well fit and could indeed have his choice of women, as well as men, yet he wanted and waited for him.

  “I will come to you.” He let out a guttural groan, aching from his still engorged tube needing release, “And when I do this time you will know how I feel.”

  Ovfren nodded pleased. “Then do not tarry when you come to me this night or ever.”

  True to his word, all through the day unable to think of anything or anyone else, that night Ogorec hurried to Ovfren, and as he felt Ovfren inside him for the first time, although his guilt feeling of betrayal was great, more was his feeling of pleasure.

  “Never would I have dreamed.” He breathed deeply surprised inexperienced Ovfren could give him such pleasure, “You would make me hum, gasp, and moan in such a way.”

  “Such is my desire for you,” Ovfren whispered, “I will hold nothing back. You will feel all of me as this, each time.”

  “Then so be it,” Ogorec murmured, well pleased, “Each time.”

  “My love for you grows each day,” Ovfren moaned, as his flesh pressed to Ogorec’s, as well as all of himself inside him, “Each day.”

  His avow strong, Ogorec listened avidly as Ovfren whispered in his ear his love and desire for him as his endless thrusts were fast and deep from his strength and youthful vigor, and it was indeed Ogorec the one ravished, not Ovfren.

  “Uuhhh Ssssss! Ovfren,” a subdued Ogorec could not help but shriek, “Aaaahhh uuhh! Ovfren!”

  Later after both had given themselves to the other and drained all within them, Ogorec dressed and got on his horse, but before he rode away, he turned to Ovfren.

  “We share this night as one great between us that I did not foresee.” he confessed, “And from it, you have a way about you that has captured me.”

  “Such that you desire me or love me?” Ovfren questioned hoping it was the later.

  “You have made my head spin such that I cannot answer,” Ogorec confessed, “Yet what I feel is such that I vow you may have me at will.”

  “Only you,” Ovfren teased, “What will I do if my want is great and you are not with me?”

  “Ovfren!” he frowned, causing his to eyes squint as jealousy filled him, then noticed Ovfren’s cheeks rise as if to smile.

  “If you say at my will; then much it will be,” he, then said, “I have hungered for you like that of a man denied food for a long time and from it cannot get his fill.”

  “It is my hope and want,” Ogorec said, before he rode away, “To make it such that you hunger no more.”

  “Ogorec!” Ovfren yelled, as he turned to ride away again, “It is still early.”

  Ogorec shook his head, as he looked at him noticing the roguish smile on to his face.

  “Dare you try me Ovfren?”

  “No try – want Ogorec,” Ovfren said; his voice deep and calling to him, “I hunger and you made a promise.”

  Ogorec looked to the horizon. It was indeed still early and jumped off his horse.

  “I am older,” he teasingly said, as walked to him and pulled him close, “Leave me with some strength within me.”

  Chapter 13

  After camping at the Lake of Hebor, again the men began journeying more south. Now two moons into the journey, when several scouts spotted a nomad tribe camping just ahead of them, the sole reason Baric journeyed with Laad, his hope of finding Ecia; he eagerly wanted to ride into their camp and speak with them.

  Their journey seemingly slow paced, Laad decided it best to journey forward and chose twenty guilds and forty gruels go with Baric to the nomad’s camp, but when Ogorec learned that Laad had not chosen Ovfren, he went to talk to him in his tent.

  “What did you need to speak with me about?” Laad asked Ogorec, as he sat at a table looking over a land map.

  “To ask that the guild Ovfren ride to the nomad’s camp with us,” Ogorec answered, as he stood.

  “I sent twenty,” Laad replied, although curious why he specifically wanted Ovfren, then looked up at him to hear his answer, “What sets Ovfren apart from others that he needs to go?”

  As Laad looked at him, Ogorec turned his head away unable to look back for fear he’d see some quizzical look on his face.

  “There is nothing,” he lied unable to speak the truth, which was more so to watch over him, as well as, not have him so far away, he briskly turned to leave, but when he did Laad stopped him.

  “Ogorec,” he had to call out quickly, because Ogorec was almost out of his tent in an instant, “If you are troubled you may speak of it?”

  “The guild Ovfren fought bravely with me, but is still unseasoned,” Ogorec answered while holding the flap, with his body half in and half out of it where he had paused, “I merely reasoned it good to have him with us should they be unfriendly and attack, and if so ripen his skill?”

  “I understand your reason.” He nodded believing him, “Replace one of the others with Ovfren.”

  Later, as the men filled their skins to leave early morning, Ogorec found Ovfren by stream.

  “Ovfren a word,” he said calmly from his horse, and at once, Ovfren got on his horse and followed him.

  Once he made certain he rode far enough away from the ears of others, Ogorec stopped and got down from his horse, but he stalled in what he had to say by kneeling on one knee and pulling up the tall grass beneath him.

  “Yes,” Ovfren urged, when after several minutes Ogorec hadn’t spoken.

  “You will ride with us when the sun rises,” Ogorec finally blurted as he now tossed the grass about.

  Ovfren huffed loudly, and knew the reason.

  “From our first you have had me under you, and I could say even before,” Ovfren’s slightly annoyed reply at Ogorec’s overly guard of him, “Nothing is going to befall me. I can defend myself.”

  Ogorec looked up to him and half smiled from what he now knew was beyond his control.

  “I watch over you and it is well beyond me to stop it now,” he admitted, “Well beyond.”

  “Can I ask why?” Ovfren asked. His eyes fixed on Ogorec, who steadily pulled at the grass.

  “I am not one to speak my words well of what is within me,” another confession from Ogorec.

  “I have heard your words spoken to me well,” Ovfren replied, bringing up Ogorec’s words, as he moaned and spoke while he moved inside him, “And feverishly.”

  “Words spoken at times are not the same as spoken at other times,” Ogorec’s retort, as he
now stood.

  “But what words you did speak,” Ovfren questioned from his comment, “Was there truth in them?”

  Ogorec sighed turning to look out at the sky, then when he turned back to look at Ovfren, the stare from his piercing foreign eyes burning through him as he waited for an answer, made him only able to confess the truth.

  “I confess,” he spoke freely, “This time with you has pleased me, but we both know there is another I have known for a greater time that I must-”

  “You can stop your words there, “Ovfren interrupted. Feelings of hurt and anger striking him like hard blows, “It was foolish of me to believe I could be more to you than passing pleasure.”

  Ogorec’s body slumped, realizing Ovfren heard his words wrong, yet he was at a loss of what to say to change them.

  “I gather in their camp, the nomads have young women,” he spewed spitefully, “Perhaps I will take one;” then rode off before Ogorec could speak.

  At once, Ogorec’s body straightened as his mood became dark with jealousy. “Ovfren!”

  Ogorec waited for him to turn, but he did not. “Ovfren! Stop! I command you!”

  Obeying Ogorec’s command, Ovfren stopped, but he did not ride back to him; instead, he sat and waited to hear what he had to say.

  Only taking a few steps forward, Ogorec yelled angered. “Much is my jealousy Ovfren. Do not try me!”

  “Jealousy!” he shouted back, “Haughty you are to deny me anyone, but be able to pleasure yourself with both Belon and me.”

  “Ovfren, reason the meaning of my words,” Ogorec said more calmly, knowing his spewed words were because he felt wounded, “Why I want you riding with me and speak of jealousy with such avowal can only be for one reason...”

  Unable to finish his words, still wounded Ovfren again began to ride away, until Ogorec began to speak again. “I love you, Ovfren.”

  Abruptly, Ovfren stopped almost jolting himself forward off his horse, as Ogorec words swept over him like a mighty wind, and although he wanted to ride back to him and kiss him madly as one would a lover parted for a long time, he did not. Instead, he sat and looked at him.