WORRLGENHALL

by Luke, Monica

  After he took a deep sigh of relief, he jumped from is horse and walked to Belon, who jumped down as well.

  “I want to kiss you passionately,” Aderac whispered to him, as he looked at his soot-covered face.

  “Then do so.”

  As Aderac put his hand on Belon’s arm to hold and kiss him, Belon winced and because he did, Aderac’s eyes fell to his arm.

  “You are hurt Belon, you are hurt,” he worriedly said and tore into Belon’s tunic, “Let me see it.”

  “It is nothing.” Belon’s strong front in front of his men, yet he knew Aderac would fret over him and deep within he relished when he doted over him. “Give no care to it.”

  “You know well, I would never do such,” Aderac whispered to him, then walked away and jumped on his horse.

  In front of the men, he remained stern and after he looked at the mounds of heads in front of him, he then looked to Enek.

  “I vowed I would show how thankful I was for their gifts to me,” Aderac said, as he thought of Ulborid and his second in command, “Have servants pike and line every head along the roads, and by the king’s decree none will remove even one or the punishment is death.”

  After he spoke, he looked to one of his guards.

  “Have a healer make a poultice for the Grand Commander’s arm and something to help him sleep, and bring it to my chamber.”

  Belon proudly looked at Aderac as he gave his commands so boldly.

  “And what command do you have for me, my king?” he asked, as his body burned for him because of it.

  “I command you to get to bed,” Aderac answered, “And as I tend to you, enjoy it from who loves you.”

  Belon looked at Aderac, smiled and followed him; then when they got into their chamber, they kissed while Aderac removed his clothes and moved him to lie down.

  “I am covered in ashes and smell of smoke,” he warned.

  Aderac filled a large basin with water.

  “You will not after I wash and tend to you,” he dotingly said.

  Knowing he would, Belon lay on his back and relaxed, letting out an exhausted groan.

  Aderac brought the basin over to the bed; then washed Belon’s body. “Never have I seen such a body as yours,” he marveled, using long sensual strokes to wash him while his eyes admired him, “You have no fat on you anywhere and solid are all your muscles. There is not a moment that I do not crave you in some way.”

  “My body, as well as my heart,” Belon said, making eye contact “You own to do with as you will.”

  “Umm.” Aderac hummed pleased, now using those same sensual strokes below his navel to wash him, which soon turned into arousing caresses, and leading to more until someone knocked on the door.

  “Speak,” Aderac said annoyed, until he learned it was a servant bringing the poultice and something to help Belon sleep.

  “Euuuh, it smells foul Aderac.” Belon frowned when he smelled it from across the room, “Do not put that on me.”

  “Do not care how it smells,” Aderac chided him when he came back, “Just that it helps you heal.”

  Gently, Aderac took Belon’s arm, and as he looked at him lovingly, he took his finger and smeared the poultice into his cut.

  “Sssss.” Belon winced feeling the burning sensation instantly.

  “I know, my love,” Aderac’s tender words, then gave him what the healer mixed to help him sleep, “Drink and soon you shall sleep.”

  “What of my pleasure?” He roguishly smiled.

  “Even wounded,” he teased him, “Your want is great.”

  “For you,” Belon’s reply, “My want is great for only for you, my king.”

  After he bandaged his wound and tied it tight, Aderac began to wash Belon again and once done with his body, he washed his hair.

  His wonderful perfect body lying on the bed freshly washed after he finished, Aderac decided to massage it and used the oil they kept by their bed to do it starting at his feet.

  “Umm.” Aderac inhaled Belon’s scent, as he slowly made his way up his legs to his tight muscled thighs, as he dug his fingers into his flesh, “Ah, Belon dare I be so close to what gives me such pleasure and not taste you.”

  Slowly, as Belon’s shaft rested on his thigh, Aderac took his hand and held it; then before he tenderly kissed it, he rubbed it around his mouth.

  “I can feel your heart beat in what throbs and grows in my hand.”

  Belon said nothing, as he tilted his head down at looked at him, and as Aderac looked back at him, he opened his mouth and enjoyed the pleasure of Belon’s now solid organ pulsing in his mouth.

  Their eyes not once leaving the others, both looked at each other with want, and as Aderac pulled Belon’s organ deeper into his mouth, Belon began to respond to it by moaning and moving his hips along to Aderac pulls.

  As Aderac did, Belon moaned. “Do you want what is within?”

  “Hold but a blink,” Aderac said. His eyes still fixed into Belon’s as he undressed, once done, he straddled him; then eased his body down onto him.

  “Uhhhh,” Belon groaned fighting to keep from erupting before he pleased Aderac as well.

  “Now I do,” Aderac said, as he moved his hips back and forth in rhythm with Belon’s upward thrusts into him.

  Overcome with pleasure, as their pace increased, Belon tried to reach for him to hold him, but when he did, he forgot about his injured arm and groaned loudly.

  “I shall press to you,” Aderac said as he lay on Belon, who used his other arm to hold him.

  Unsure how they got there and neither caring at that moment, both now found themselves on the opposite end of the bed.

  “Are you ready?” Belon asked between breaths, “It is rising.”

  “Release all of it,” Aderac cried out, as his warmth jetted onto Belon’s stomach, “Just as I have done.”

  While both breathed hard they looked at each other, then where both were on the bed.

  “How did we get down here?” Aderac asked humorously.

  “We both know,” Belon’s humorous reply, “Where we are when our passion begins is never where we are when it ends.”

  Aderac let out a giggle; then afterwards touched his face concerned that from their passion his arm may be hurting again. “Do you hurt, my love?” he asked concerned.

  Belon opened and closed his fist several times. “Not as much as before.”

  “Shall we move back where we were to sleep?” Aderac asked, and began to move off him.

  “Get your body back onto mine,” he answered, and put one of his arms around him again and pulled him close not caring about the sticky mess on his stomach between them. “We shall sleep where we are.”

  **

  Although, Belon’s arm began to heal it was still swollen and difficult to move, and concerned for his safety, Aderac pleaded with him not to train or ride out with his men until it healed completely, and Belon agreed.

  One day, tired of lying about, Belon decided to listen to Aderac in court, which he normally avoided doing because it distracted Aderac, but since his arm was sore and bound, he had nothing else to do.

  Quietly, he entered to listen to him to pass the time, even going as far as to lower his head and sneak inside through the side door behind others, but as Aderac sat, Belon’s height and red hair always giving his presence away, he saw him from this throne, and smiled.

  When Aderac smiled as he looked over to where Belon was hiding, he knew he had seen him, then stood and smiled back.

  After attentively listening to him for most of the day while leaning against the wall; now feeling playful, Belon decided to make faces at Aderac every time he looked over at him.

  When he noticed what Belon was purposely doing, Aderac tried not to look over at him hoping that would deter him, but unable to resist for very long did look, only to again see another silly taunting face.

  Finally, now unable to concentrate on any matter, annoyed with Belon, Aderac ended court for a time; then when he walked fro
m his throne into his private council room, Belon followed him.

  Impatiently, Aderac paced back and forth beside the table waiting for Belon to walk in, then turned and looked at him sternly, when he did.

  “Belon,” Aderac chastised him, “When I am on the throne matters of the court are first. Do not be playful and keep me from them.”

  “I gathered you would enjoy such,” Belon replied surprised by Aderac’s admonishment; his wounded feelings now equal to his wounded arm.

  “And I do enjoy such,” Aderac quickly said, “But not as I sit on my throne. You know well, I can do nothing but look at you when you are in a room with me, and to have you make faces at me openly so that others can see causes them to take lightly my warnings.”

  Belon pouted before he began to walk towards the door. “Then I shall stay away from you.”

  “Belon,” Aderac called to him, but his feelings wounded, he wouldn’t turn around and kept walking.

  “I beg you. Do not walk away,” he soothingly said this time.

  Aderac’s words soft and loving. Now madly in love with him, Belon couldn’t make his feet take another step, even though his feelings were hurt, and stopped.

  When he did, Aderac walked close to him.

  “Dare I do such a thing to you in front of your men as you give them commands?” he asked softly, “Would you enjoy such?”

  “I would not,” Belon had to agree, and looked away from Aderac.

  “Then, my heart,” he added, as he touched his face and made him look at him, “I beg the same of you.”

  After Aderac touched his face, Belon slouched and leaned against the wall before looking down at his feet embarrassed with himself.

  “I was wrong,” he quietly admitted, “I will go back to our chamber. When you are done crawl into bed beside me so we can go to sleep together as always.”

  “I will not be late to bed,” he assured him, and tenderly turned Belon to face him again so he could kiss his lips.

  Later, losing track of time as he talked to his council of men about what to do with the women and children who ran out the forest that Belon half destroyed, Aderac stood to stretch and strolled to the window.

  Casually, looking out at the sky, when he did and noticed the moon had set high in the darkened sky, his eyes widened. and he gasped.

  “We are done! We are done!” he suddenly blurted; then headed towards the door.

  His guards trying to keep up with him, faster than he had ever run in his life, Aderac sprinted down the hallways to his chamber.

  “The day will begin late into the morning,” he blurted when he got to the door and began to open it, “Do not come until then. Do not.”

  Worriedly, he burst inside.

  “Belon, Belon,” he called out upset with himself, as he now quickly took of his clothes and raced towards the bedchamber “Forgive me, I ...”

  Noticing the bed empty, right away, he hurried into the secret room, and when he found it empty as well, fretted.

  “Belon,” he called out again, as he looked left and right, but got no answer.

  Right away, he walked to the other end of chamber, then when he looked down saw Belon lying on the thick furs in front of the fireplace naked, sighed relieved

  Happy their vow to never fall asleep without one beside the other kept, he hurried beside him.

  “So beautiful does it look as it burns,” Aderac soothing said, and got behind him, then wrapped his arm around him and looked at the fire along with him.

  Sulking, Belon said nothing as he stared ahead.

  “How does your arm feel?” he then asked, but still Belon remained silent.

  Noticing he offered no comment both times he spoke, Aderac commented on it.

  “Dare you be in a mood?” he chided him, “I am the only that can be in a mood, and now Belon, now I am in a mood.”

  Although, he didn’t want to because he was upset he was late to bed, and sulking from being chastised early, Belon almost chuckled. He remembered how he was the one who teased about moods, but he managed to hold it in before he sighed and kept his stare on the fireplace.

  “You are late to bed and never have been,” he spoke, as he stared, “And have never scolded me for being silly with you even in front of others. Are you bored with me or do you no longer love me? If it is yes, I will not be a burden anymore. I will leave Ivodgald.”

  No sooner than Belon closed his mouth from speaking, Aderac looked aghast, and inhaled so deeply he began to choke.

  “How can you let such words come out of your mouth to me? Aderac asked completely dismayed, as he coughed while trying to regain his breath, and so upset, he spoke the same words even more repeatedly, “How can you? How can you Belon. How can you?”

  “From the way you were with me this day,” Belon answered, but was surprised how quickly Aderac became distraught.

  Aderac moved in front of Belon and stood blocking his view of the fireplace.

  “How can you? How can you?” he emotionally asked, as his voice began to crack before he lowered his head and began hyperventilating.

  Quickly, Belon rose to his knees.

  “Forgive me for asking such,” his just as emotional reply, moved by how upset Aderac had become, “I was wounded and only asked it to wound you as well.”

  So distressed he questioned his love and offered to leave him, Aderac fell to his knees to meet Belon on his.

  “I love and need you Belon. I do love you. I do love you Belon,” Aderac professed emphatically and began weeping loudly, his chest heaving and his breathing uncontrolled as he did, “I love you Belon and shall never bore of you nor want to be without you.”

  Overcome by his free flowing tears, Belon grabbed him with his uninjured arm.

  Lovingly, he pulled him close to his body to calm, as well as comfort, and reassure him.

  “And I love you Aderac, my king, my life, and my all. Lonely I would be without you. I need more than you shall ever need me,” he professed loudly and still just as emphatically, “You must not weep my sweet. It saddens me such that I am hopeless.”

  Pulling from him after he spoke, Belon looked into his face and kissed him.

  “How can you be so willingly to leave me Belon?” Aderac asked between his mewls after Belon kissed him, “And just rip my heart out of my chest.”

  “I am not worthy of you, and only spoke as that of a fool. I did not mean any of my words,” Belon answered, as his lips traveled all over his now salty teary face trying to soothe him, “How do you love me as greatly as you do?”

  “You are my Belon,” he sniffed again between his answer. His cheeks stained from his tears, “My handsome warrior, and the only to bring pleasure to my body and love to my heart. You are my Belon, my very life. I cannot help but be what I am and shall always be, which is deeply in love with you.”

  After their devout reaffirmation of love, Aderac looked into Belon’s enticing blue eyes.

  “I will not be late to bed,” his promise, as his head went from side to side to express himself even more “Never, never again without word of it to you Belon.”

  “And I will not tease you while you sit on your throne,” Belon promised, “And forgive me for my words to only wound you.”

  As both still kneeled in front of the other, Aderac moved closer to Belon lovingly and rested his head on his shoulder, but Belon put his hand on the back of his neck, and moved it to face him before he kissed him.

  Refusing to release his captive lips until he left him breathless, breathless Aderac was, and certain he would faint at any moment.

  “That one was passionate,” his deep whisper, as he moved Aderac onto the furs to kiss him more, “The others shall all be tender.”

  The blazing fireplace keeping both men nice and toasty, although both had intended on getting into the bed to go to sleep, after they kissed and cuddled, fell fast asleep on the floor.

  From that night on, Aderac was not late again to bed, nor was Belon, and although Belon promised n
ever to make playful faces at him while sitting on the throne, one day while walking through court, he glanced over at Aderac, who made one at him.

  After playfully making one back, both made their expression serious again and went about their duties, and that night both teased each other about the silly face each made and how something so simple had caused a horrible quarrel between them.

  “Our hearts beat as one Belon,” Aderac said assuredly, after done with teasing, as he put his body close to him to sleep.

  “Long have they Aderac,” Belon agreed, as he held him. “Long have they.”

  Chapter 36

  Ogorec and Ovfren ate in the men’s hall before bed. As they casually talked while they did when a tall dark haired man walked through the door and loudly dropped his pouch on the floor Ogorec suddenly became silent; then when his food fell out of his mouth back onto his plate, Ovfren looked at him concerned.

  “What is it?” he asked, as he looked at Ogorec noticing the expression on his face seemed as if he had seen a ghost.

  Slowly, the tall man’s eyes scanned the room before they targeted Ogorec; then with a determined walk went right to him and stood in front of him, but said nothing as he stared down at him.

  Surprised by his bold actions, Ovfren eased his hand onto his sword’s hilt while he looked back and forth at them both.

  “You look well,” he suddenly blurted, “Long has it been.”

  At once, Ogorec stood and then wrapped his arms around him, and when the man returned his welcome, Ovfren moved his hand and sat quietly while they hugged each other.

  After they hugged, the man pulled back from Ogorec and put a sloppy playful kiss on his cheek with a hearty laugh, then felt compelled to hug him again.

  Unsure what exactly was going on, Ovfren remained silent, then after at least two more hugs, Ogorec looked down at Ovfren, which prompted him to stand and give a, although hesitant, greeting.

  “Glad to meet you friend,” the man pleasantly said.

  “Brother, this is Ovfren,” Ogorec answered, and when Ovfren heard him say the word brother, now relaxed.