by Luke, Monica
As more days passed until now journeying close to a full moon, his will at first to try to make it back to Ivodgald before embracing with Belon, Aderac again succumbed to his desire and decided the next time he saw him ride out, to follow him.
Not having to wait long, when Belon rode out, Aderac waited for a short while, then quietly began to follow, and when the guards started to follow him, he sent them back.
When Belon heard someone behind him and turned noticing it was Aderac looking for him, he got off his horse and waited for him near dense trees; then when he got close enough, he leaned against one and whistled to get his attention.
“I wondered when you would follow me,” he casually commented, but deep within, when he rode out he had hoped Aderac would eventually follow.
“My will was to wait until back at Ivodgald,” Aderac admitted, as he walked closer to Belon, “ But when I saw how you look with your red hair short and your full beard gone, I knew I could not wait that long to be with you again, my handsome Belon.”
Pleased with the loving way Aderac always spoke to him, Belon smiled when he met him halfway.
“If you speak to me always just as you do now,” he confessed, taking in deeply every word of affection he spoke, as his name lovingly rolled off his tongue, “I could begin to love you.”
“I long for words from you of love,” Aderac confessed, always imagining what he would say back once he heard them, “Just as I long for the whispers you speak behind my ear while you thrust inside me.”
“Then come to me,” Belon said, and began to undress, “And hear those whispers.”
Unable to quell his strong desire to be with Belon until they got back to Ivodgald, always when Belon rode out, Aderac rode out to find him, and as Belon became familiar with the feel of being inside Aderac, Aderac asked for the same.
“I long to feel you Belon, just as how you feel me,” Aderac expressed while they kissed, “I have not been inside you and it would please me greatly.”
Belon sighed; then stopped kissing him.
“I do want to please you Aderac,” he admitted, and rubbed his groin against him, which melted Aderac like an icicle in the sun, “But not late into the night in the dark in the middle of nowhere. When we are there, prepare a place for only us that we may enjoy each other alone as long and passionate as we want, and you will know how it feels to be inside me.”
“Yes Belon, yes,” Aderac readily agreed, “I will do such.”
“Should we part with only kisses this night?” Belon asked, feigning indifference, yet his manhood was so rigid and full from wanting him he felt it would burst.
“Such words from your tongue,” Aderac shook his head knowing when he touched him it was the last thing he really wanted to do, “I can feel how unbending you are. Be inside me, and leave me full.”
Kissing again, Belon unloosened Aderac’s pants, then his own causing both men’s pants to rest at their feet; then after pulling his lips away, Aderac turned and bent over, as Belon got behind him and whispered into his ear as he moved inside him.
After Belon pleasured himself, out of breath, he clung to Aderac while his body shook and flooded into him; then once the flooding ceased, turned him around, and when Aderac looked up at him and into his eyes love struck, he saw in his eyes what Ogorec probably saw whenever Ovfren looked at him.
“You are still so young,” he said, as he looked back into those eyes, still trying to convince himself Aderac couldn’t truly love him, “And with haste do those who are young fall in love.”
“Is not love in youth?” he asked, “Still love, and I am in love with you.”
“Why?” Belon asked curiously, forgetting that time had nothing to do with love, because Ogorec fell in love with Ovfren quickly, even though, he was with him longer, “You have not known me for long to know much of me, other than I am filled with moods.”
“From the first,” Aderac answered without hesitation and confidently, “I saw past your eyes into you when you spoke to me. Moods yes, yet so passionate you are in all things that should you fall truly in love, I know you will love with that same passion down to the marrow of your very bones, and I hope it shall one day be for me.”
“And...” Belon said, as he looked at him knowing there was more.
“And...” Aderac admitted, and took calming breaths unable to believe another walked the earth more wonderful looking than Belon, “You are so handsome Belon, and your body is so wonderful made that my eyes cannot turn from you once upon you.”
Belon sighed deeply, tortured by his internal struggle to stay true to the vow he made to himself, which was never to again allow another to hurt him from love. Yet, such was the look Aderac gave him when he turned him to face him, and the way he spoke afterwards, his words deeply moved him.
Suddenly, as if someone lifted a heavy weight off him, Belon finally fully let down his guard.
“Your words have found a place deep within me,” he confessed before tenderly kissing him after deciding again to open his heart, and after he did realized he was already in love with him.
As both lay beside each other, snuggling close as the heat of their bodies kept the other much warmer than the small fire next to them did until morning, after they woke, dressed and mounted their horses, Aderac turned to Belon.
“Instead of me riding in first, let us ride in together,” Aderac cheerfully and eagerly said when he looked over at him. His smile brighter that the sunrise above his head.
Belon gave him a look of concern. “Are you well sure?”
“Well sure,” Aderac averred, “They see how I look at you and am when I am near you, and know I am in love with you.”
So confidently Aderac spoke without the slightest reservation about his love for him, he knew he had to confess his heart as well.
“Before we ride back, I want to confess what is within me, and in truth has been, yet I did not want to believe it.” He took in several deep breaths before he cleared his throat about to speak words he never believed he would again. His expression serious, drawn into his eyes, Aderac looked at them entranced eagerly waiting to hear what he had to say.
“As you lay beside me to sleep it pleases me to hold you close, and when we wake and look at each other; my heart dances; my stomach tightens; and happiness overcomes me. I want to protect you from all things great or small, and all for the reason I am in love with you.”
Aderac held his breath while Belon spoke. He had longed for Belon to begin to return his love, and pleased those were his words, let out a loud exhale.
“From your words, such joy is within me Belon I can run back with no need of my horse!” Aderac cried out, as he moved his horse closer to Belon’s horse.
“Stay on your horse.” He laughed pleased. “And give me a kiss.”
At once, Aderac kissed him, and as he closed his eyes to do it, when he opened them; he began to breathe heavy.
“They way you kiss me Belon,” Aderac confessed weakened by it, “So passionate it is that my heart feels it will beat out of my chest.”
“We are still alone.” Belon breathe heavily back onto his face. A look of want from his eyes now searing Aderac, who breathed in and out hard trying to catch his breath; he smiled knowing what was to come from Belon’s look.
As Belon smiled as well, he jumped down, and after Aderac jumped down too, Belon grabbed him.
“My desires are great,” he warned and wrapped him in his arms, “And you will know and feel just how great.”
“Ah, umm,” Aderac said, delighted by the very thought of it, “Make it known to me long into the days and well into the nights, and I beg to be your only desire.”
“There was once a time, I would never reason one could be such,” Belon admitted, as he thought of how he may have lost Ogorec, “You are my only and shall be so.”
“It is so,” Aderac whispered his regret, as he felt Belon’s strong body pressed to his, “That not by my will, I am wed to another and from it must lay with h
er as her husband, but my heart will love and deeply, as well as desire only you Belon.”
“Then let it be from task only.” Belon accepted. “That you lay with her.”
“From task only,” Aderac agreed, and again averred his only true want, “And from love and desire do I lay with you.”
Chapter 30
True to his word, Belon, who as soon as he arrived at Ivodgald had many women and a few men lustfully try to seduce him, was faithful to Aderac, and although wed, other than his wife, and seldom, Aderac did not even as much as glance at another.
Once back at Ivodgald, at Belon’s request, immediately Aderac ordered a large hidden room constructed that connected to his royal chamber, which Belon could enter from the hallway.
Each day as if an eternity, Aderac impatiently tasked his stonemasons and servants to finish it quickly and once finally completely and furnished, enthusiastically late into the nights and sometimes during the day when they could sneak away, they embraced in it away from ears of others.
As Belon kept his promise, Aderac relished the pleasure of being inside Belon, and often overcome by his passionate moans, words, or returning thrusts, not as experienced, spent his seed or tired long before he would.
Always overly apologetic and worried Belon would become frustrated, bore of him, or be with someone else more experienced. Truly in love with him, Belon would hold and comfort him assuring him that he would always only be his desire.
Anxious to please Belon in every way, Aderac practiced methods Belon taught him of ways to control himself and his pace, until both could erupt in unison, and zealously Aderac mastered it so well, Belon often became the one overcome, and the passion between them became truly great.
Over time, as Aderac became even more deeply in love. When Belon left Ivodgald for any length of time, Aderac so miserable he could not eat or sleep for long, would mope and sigh wistfully missing him, and no one could brighten his mood; until word reached him Belon was on his way back; and it would brighten.
Without fail, when he received word of Belon’s return, Aderac would have his horse saddled and ready at the gate; then pace the top walls of Ivodgald anxiously waiting for the guards to spot him, and no matter how late; if pouring rain; scorching heat; or raging winds, would eagerly ride out to greet him.
Often, as he rode to him, when Belon saw him coming and it wasn’t very late or the weather was nice, would turn his horse and ride away for Aderac to follow, then when alone they would trot their horses alongside the other and talk lovingly.
In turn, Belon loved Aderac just as much, and when away his letters or messages of reports to him included secret words of love or passion that only he and Aderac could interpret, and as Aderac heard them, he listened intently remembering every word or read his letters until he fell asleep with them still tightly in his grip.
Although, well aware that anything he wanted Aderac would grant, out of love and worry others would mock him behind his back, Belon refused many of the gifts, but Aderac insisted on one and hurt when he initially refused, Belon gave in and accepted a beautiful fully-grown gray mare, with a lustrous flowing black mane and tail.
One night, as Belon proudly rode into the courtyard on it, when he jumped off to go inside, he heard one of the guards speak to another and snicker; then when Belon slowly turned and looked; they turned their heads the other way.
“Whispers,” Belon, long since he had let his temper rule him, said calmly, “Speak it so I may laugh as well.”
“Woe to any who speak against you Commander Belon,” he commented sarcastically, “Soon his head would greet those at the gate without a body.”
“Speak freely,” he insisted, “No words shall reach him.”
“So be it,” the guard indignantly replied, more than happy to speak his mind, “You came here from Worrlgen and brought your vile ways with you that we all know is what got you high in place. I will not be commanded by you, and the sight of you sickens me so much, I know the food I ate this day will come back up.”
The other man covered his mouth, but as his shoulders lifted, it was obvious he was hiding his laugh.
Belon’s teeth clenched from his insulting words and wanting to literally rip his throat out, he kept his word and didn’t; instead, he looked at them both, then back at the man who spoke so heartfelt.
“Vile ways or not, if I command you and you do not obey,” he promised him, “You will not have to worry about losing what you ate. I will cut you open so that it all lies at your feet.”
The guard stiffened; then when saw the fierce stare Belon gave him, nodded and turned his head knowing it was best to say nothing else.
Later that night, as Belon lay naked in bed with his arms behind his head waiting for Aderac, when he came into the room and undressed, he noticed Belon seemed lost in thought.
“Your thoughts are deep,” his soft words, when he climbed in bed and stroked the smooth deep red hair on Belon’s muscled broad chest, “Will you speak why?”
“I am worried,” he revealed when he looked at him.
“Worried about what?”
After he sighed, he put his arm around him and pulled him close.
“A man you are, but a young man,” he voiced his suspected worry, “The throne shall be yours soon enough and I fear so will those longing to remove you from it.”
“Have words of treachery reached your ears? Aderac asked, and sat up slightly alarmed.
“No words have,” Belon reassured, “Yet, what we are to each other could have others believing you are weak.”
Aderac sat up even more and looked at him as his breathing stilled. Not from fear of treachery, but from fear Belon had now begun to believe they should not be together.
“Such darkness shall become my life,” Aderac quickly averred, while looking right into his eyes, “Should you speak of ending us.”
“Out of love,” he said, looking back into his magnetic green eyes, “I would again allow my heart to know sorrow to see no harm came to you.”
Angered, Aderac leaped onto his feet out of bed.
“Hear me well, Belon!” he roared when he did, “I am weak with only you. Yet, dare another believe I am weak from my ways with you, and he will know my wrath as he breathes his last!”
Satisfied, Belon smiled. He enjoyed seeing a fire in him, as well as, a loving side. “My heart is lifted.”
Aderac dived back into bed. Moved closer to Belon, then took his finger and ran it the down the center of his hard tight stomach.
“Is what is between your thighs that I enjoy lifted as well?” Aderac asked, as his finger slowly moved lower.
“Umm,” he moaned, while watching his finger and saying nothing until he got his answer.
Aderac hummed pleased, when he discovered the answer. “Well lifted.”
His hand now caressing him, Belon turned onto his side and faced him, and as he looked at his face. Not outwardly pleasing to look at by those who looked at him through eyes not filled with love. In love with him, Belon now saw him as stunning, and smiled.
“Ah, Aderac I love looking into those wonderful green eyes of yours and at your face,” he whispered, as he began to kiss on him as they lay, “And pleased I am to be in love again, and no longer lonely.”
“Whisper to me no other shall hear those words from you again as long you live,” Aderac requested, and moved onto his back, “As you thrust inside me.”
His shaft stiff and throbbing, Belon kissed him before he sat up again in bed. “Come, sit on me, and as you face me with each thrust you will hear my words of love for only you until our bodies tremble.
“Umm, Belon,” Aderac’s response while moving his body on top of Belon’s, but instead of facing him, he turned the other way and arched his hips.
His tempting exposed smooth rear enticing Belon even more, when Aderac’s buttocks lifted, Belon grabbed them and spread them apart to gaze at his ever-pleasing rose now blossoming.
“Ssss,” Aderac hissed when he fe
lt Belon’s engorged seed pearled head push inside and open it.
Letting his rear rise and fall to Belon’s thrusts, Aderac leaned forward and grabbed Belon’s feet. As each thrust went deep only stopping at Belon’s now tightening jewels, Aderac leaned over even more, then sucked and licked Belon’s toes.
“Turn and face me!” Belon cried out, enjoying it.
Belon deep inside Aderac’s smoldering tunnel, Aderac didn’t want to stop the momentum of his thrusting.
“Do not stop,” Aderac begged, “Release it into me.”
Belon lifted Aderac’s thin frame and turned him around himself. “I want to look into your green eyes,” he said, as suddenly a streaming flood of thick white release pumped into Aderac.
Aderac had not words to express his delight at the feeling. Instead, he grabbed Belon tightly around his neck before his own body seized as he coated Belon’s stomach.
**
Although, Ivodgald’s kingdom was far larger than Worrlgen; Belon knew the men who made up the kingdom to defend it were less disciplined, so he set in his mind that all under him would train in the same way he was trained there and routinely on foot, as well as, on a horse.
Belon in command of all the horse guard and half the footmen, and Ulborid in charge of the bowmen; the men of the armory; and the other half of the footmen, with several high in command under them both, he resolved that any under his command would be fiercely well skilled.
Rigorously, he made them train, wanting one man able to bring down several with more than just pure might, but with tactics by observing closely his enemy before him. He also wanted not one man under him brought to heed off his horse or off his feet easily, which was a defiant trait instilled in him by his father.
Although, often mocked by Ulborid for it, who dared say nothing against the way Belon trained his men to his face, he often hatefully gazed at him envious of how well all Belon’s men responded to him, as he trained alongside them trying hard to please him.
Early one morning, as King Hurus, Aderac, along with his wife, and others ate breakfast; Gueden walked into the hall and commented sarcastically on how Belon always had his men up well before dawn far out somewhere making them practice, just as he was doing that morning.
