WORRLGENHALL

by Luke, Monica

  Long enduring Ovfren’s teasing, passionate kisses, and touches; elated their moment was finally at hand; he decided to sit on the edge, and let him undress him.

  When finally the sun peaked over the horizon, anxiously, he stared at the door from the edge of the bed, waiting for it slowly to open and a handsome wonder to walk through it, but when after awhile he had not; he stood and looked out his window.

  Now worried, since Ovfren was on watch, he began to wonder if someone possibly had breached his post certain he would never, not come to him by any will of his own, and dressed.

  As he sheath his sword, normally since within the walls of WorrlgenHall, he kept his knife in the chamber, but his mind set to cut down any, and all who could have done him harm, he grabbed it, then worriedly rushed out.

  His stride wide, with determined purpose he walked down the hallway; but suddenly stopped when he realized, he didn’t actually know where Ovfren was on watch.

  He considered asking others, but concerned if he did they would wonder why he changed his mind, and out of options decided to go to Belon to find out where, even though, he knew it would upset with him.

  Hastily, his stride still wide, he walked down the main hallway to go Belon, but once he rounded the corner, an unexpected sight halted him.

  It was the sight of Ogorec and Ovfren casually talking while they walked side by side, occasionally laughing at something the other said, and coming towards his direction.

  Although, his jaws jealousy tightened, he began walking again looking straight ahead as if nothing was wrong, careful to avoid glancing over at Ovfren, as well as Ogorec.

  As each got closer to the other, as if all three walked in slow motion, unable to pass each other swiftly, not as much as a breath either took.

  When Ovfren saw Enek coming down the hallway, he felt his stomach violently knot, and when he passed him, he longed to stop to explain Ogorec’s sudden appearance wanting to spend time with him during his watch was why he didn’t come.

  He decided he would secretly go to Enek on the way back, pretending to go get something to eat, but Ogorec kept the vow he made to himself and spent every moment he could with him, and followed him so he couldn’t.

  Frustrated, Ovfren gave up for the time being, hoping Enek would understand, and while they walked, when another guild passed them and stopped to talk with Ogorec. While they talked, Ovfren discreetly turned his head to look behind him at Enek hoping he would turn, and see his anguish by the look on his face.

  When he heard talking, Enek did slow and turned his head, making sure to scowl at Ovfren, and from that scowl, Ovfren knew Enek was, instead, beside himself with anger.

  Ogorec remained near Ovfren during the day, watched alongside him at night, as well as, rode back to their cottage with him, and as days turned into weeks. Enek resolved, although difficult at first, that it was all for the best that he never made it to his chamber that night, and forced thoughts of him out of his head.

  One breezy pre dawn morning, while sleeping soundly, slowly Enek’s chamber door creaked open, which woke him, but when he looked up and saw Ovfren, he looked at him indifferent, and far from happy to see him.

  “What is it?”

  Knowing he was angry, Ovfren did not answer as he humbly closed the door, and making sure they had no embarrassing interruptions like before, locked it.

  After taking in a deep strengthening breath, he slowly walked away from the door, but Enek, still angry didn’t get up to go to him; instead, he looked at him hatefully.

  “Why are you here?” he spewed his question, and added, “I do not want you anymore. He is waiting for you. You should not keep him waiting.”

  Ovfren wisely didn’t comment on his wounding remark. He simply began to undress, and as Enek watched him, his breathing became heavy and his eyes became pleased, as each piece of clothing he removed revealed his spectacular form.

  “No,” he said, controlling himself, and remembering his resolved belief it was for the best Ovfren never made it to him that early morning, “I will have nothing more to do with you.”

  Half-smiling amused by how strong willed he tried to be, Ovfren knew his mouth boldly lied, but as his flawless form stood waiting expecting him to seize him, Enek, instead, got out of bed to go to the door.

  “Leave,” his words, as he brushed passed him.

  When his hand went to the latch to open it, Ovfren quickly turned and softly touched his shoulder, which caused Enek suddenly to hiss; then hiss once more when he felt Ovfren kiss the back of his shoulder.

  From that kiss, Enek inhaled deep as his warm lips sent surges all through him just as he touch had, and he leaned forward gently tapping his forehead on the thick wooden door tormented by his desire for him; wanting badly to resist him.

  After sighing deeply knowing it was useless to keep up the charade of indifference, slowly he turned, and as Ovfren looked up at him, he moved closer, pressing his flesh to his before putting his arms around him.

  “Dare you weaken this will I have, so strong it always has been?” Enek questioned, unable to understand how Ovfren slowly blindsided him with want and beginning love.

  “Then now be weak,” Ovfren’s whisper before he stepped back, then took his hand and pulled him away from the door, “Just as I am weak when it comes to you.”

  Frustrated as well, Enek shook his head, as he looked at him trying to understand if he wanted him so badly, why he didn’t come to him sooner.

  “Why so long away from me Ovfren?”

  “I could not steal away,” Ovfren’s truth, while shaking his head back at him to emphasize how badly he tried, before he put his hand along Enek’s chin, “I could not steal away.”

  The end of their words, and the beginning of their first passionate embrace, Enek grabbed Ovfren. His strength just as strong as Ogorec’s, and his want energizing him even more, Ovfren got what he wanted only moments before, when Enek suddenly lifted him taking him to the bed.

  Overwhelmed by how easily he did it, almost unable to breathe, once Ovfren was on it, he opened his arms and spread his legs wide longing to feel him between them.

  After looking back at him, and deep into his eyes, Enek again sprawled his body over Ovfren’s body, passionately kissing up and down his torso, and as their arms wrapped around the others, he pulled his head back and looked at him again.

  “I give myself over to you, Ovfren,” he whispered his symbolic gesture, as he rolled off him and got onto his stomach, then sprawled himself wide, “And it shall be you to begin what will be with us, if you want me.”

  Whom he passionately wanted, Ovfren moved on top of him, then while kissing his back tenderly and lovingly, he pressed his own body down onto Enek’s and intertwined their fingers.

  When he did, Enek could feel Ovfren’s hard shaft pressed between the top of his buttocks and arched his hips slightly excited, yet filled with trepidation of how the penetration would feel.

  “You must not clinch, or it will hurt worse.”

  “Will you be able to slide into me with ease?”

  Ovfren looked down. The sight of Enek’s arched hips and tight buttocks flexing, while anticipating his feel made his shaft’s slit emit beads of smooth pearls.

  “I should be,” he whispered into the back of his ear,” I am leaking already, and it will help me ease and open you better.”

  Ever so slowly, Ovfren began his first thrust making Enek’s fingers snap closed with Ovfren’s fingers, as each stabbing thrust deepened until every inch of him was finally inside him.

  “Ah ssss,” Enek could only sound off. What he felt both painful and wonderful.

  Careful and gently, Ovfren eased in and out of Enek until his muscles relaxed and more pleasing sensations began to ripple through his groin, down his legs, then back up again, then when he let Ovfren know it with pleasurable moans and responding thrusts, he increased his pace.

  The pain slowly now gone, Enek moved his rear up and down, forcing Ovfren’s manhood to
plunge deep into him with each backward push, as neither lost pace.

  “I need to feel your heat!” Enek cried out wanting to push his swollen organ between Ovfren’s tight ring.

  Frenzied became their kisses, grabs and thrusts. Both taking turns thrusting into the other while breathing heavily with what air their lungs could muster, and just as Enek first promised. He licked, tantalizingly bit, and kissed all over Ovfren, as his sweat and climactic juices coated most of his body until both were unable to move even one muscle.

  Unsure how long both rested, although it only seemed like seconds, when the sun rose and sat in the sky after laying between Enek’s arms and legs, Ovfren finally said the dreaded words.

  “Such torment, but I must go,” he anguished in his arms. His back still pressed to Enek’s chest begging to remain close to his body.

  Enek inhaled, longing the same, but he knew Ovfren did not belong solely to him, and when Ovfren got out of bed, he grabbed his arm.

  “When?” Enek questioned; his wanting tone deep from craving more of him immediately.

  “Soon,” Ovfren answered, craving him just as much if not more, “I want you so badly that if I could have you again now, I would flood you such that you feared you were drowning.”

  “Umm,” Enek sounded off pleased, “Dare you make me stiff again with such words; then leave me?”

  “Keep them within.” Ovfren smiled salaciously wide, “And let them stay in your head, until I make them true again.”

  “I shall.”

  Once both finally mustered the will to part, Ovfren washed and dressed, and just before he left, he held Enek close at the door kissing him tenderly, as both whispered sweet nothings into the other’s mouth of how wonderful their first was.

  Now quietly opening the door, about to leave, Ovfren couldn’t resist giving him one more kiss.

  “You are mine,” Ovfren whispered proudly with his kiss, laying sole claim to him, “Every part of you from the top of your blond head to the bottom of your feet.”

  Unable to deny it, Enek smiled agreeing, as Ovfren now sneaked away.

  “From head to foot,” he repeated to himself, as he stood by the door feeling as if Ovfren had already been gone an eternity, “Indeed, I am.”

  From that moment on, Ovfren did indeed lay claim to Enek, just as Enek laid claim to him and was his sole pleasure, and although anguished when he couldn’t be with him. He controlled his jealousy, and want for him trying not to imagine him with Ogorec.

  Any free moment Ovfren found, no matter how short, he used to steal to Enek, and knowing their time together was priceless, both made the most of it by passionately thrusting, licking, kissing, or sucking on each other until both were utterly weak.

  “Soon there will be many among us,” Enek knew, as he spoke to Ovfren while he lay in his arms one morning before had to leave him, “And you stealing away will not be without toil.”

  “I know,” Ovfren admitted, but resolved, “But know that I will do my all to come to you Enek, and when I cannot you must believe it was not for lack of trying.”

  “I will,” Enek said, as he pulled him close.

  Both in the other’s arms, they tightly held each other before Enek turned his head, and looked into Ovfren’s eyes.

  “I shall ride out with Belon soon, and be away in battle,” Enek said somberly. “And should my fate be…”

  Ovfren stopped him from speaking more.

  “Do not,” he interrupted, becoming troubled, “Do not speak of being slain and leaving me.”

  Enek gave Ovfren consoling kisses on his head knowing he had to speak what was on his mind. “Ovfren, it is dread known by all men of battle, and you know one always faced.”

  Ovfren inhaled long and deep, as he nudged his forehead under Enek’s chin.

  “Yes, I know,” he responded, now moving to face him, “I shall be in battle as well with King Baric going to Hemrock.”

  As both now looked at each other, slowly their lips joined with their arms tenderly wrapped around each other, as they kissed.

  “Know that I am in love with you, Enek,” suddenly, Ovfren blurted into his mouth.

  Elated, Ovfren finally confessed the deepest part of his heart, Enek pulled his lips away.

  Knowing what was about to come from his own lips was long overdue, but a truth and coming from deep within his heart, he blurted back into his mouth, “I long for it to be as strong as the love I have for you.”

  Lovingly, they pressed their foreheads together, surprised, awed, and pleased finally to profess their love.

  “It is as strong,” Ovfren’s confession, “And should have come from me long before now.”

  “As long as you mean them, I care not how long you took to speak them.”

  “And you will hear them from me always when with you,” Ovfren gladly committed, “That you hold them deep within when I am not.”

  “Do we need to speak what we both have known?” Enek asked, as each now held the others loving gaze, “That for some time we have been in love with each other.”

  “It pleases me to speak it to you.”

  “You will hear it from me always as well,” Enek promised.

  Chapter 56

  The sounds of horns echoing in the distance, the earth rumbled as many now rode and marched through Worrlgen land, and once they reached the plains, the messengers rode ahead to WorrlgenHall.

  “They are here!”

  “How many?”

  “So many they look as if ants sprawled across the plains?”

  Excitedly Laad and Loth hurried down wall.

  “Get word to King Aderac and Belon!” Laad yelled to one of the guards, “They are here!”

  As one of the king’s guards pounded on the door, Belon rose slightly, and when he did, Aderac lying across his chest; woke.

  “What is it?”

  “Listen,” Belon said ignoring the pounding on the door, as his ears now heard the faint sounds of horns, “They are here.”

  Always before getting out of bed, Belon leaned over and gave Aderac a morning kiss; then right away, both rose.

  “I hear them!” Belon shouted from inside the chamber, not bothering to go to it, “And we shall be out soon!”

  Quickly both dressed, and since it was men from Ivodgald, Aderac put on his more displaying king’s clothes. He put on his royal shimmering silver tunic threaded with gold in the collar and sleeve. His dark black leather outer vest with his horse crest boldly in front; his soft calf skinned brown pants, and his leather perfectly polished black knee high boots.

  He decided to wear his grandeur belt with the crest of Ivodgald made of silver with jeweled eyes in the buckle and his king’s sword, then he adorned his attire with his amulet and king’s ring, and of course Belon’s wristband.

  When Belon finished dressing and glanced up noticing how handsome and noble he looked, right away pulled him lustfully close.

  “We may be late riding to greet them.”

  Aderac grinned. “Belon, you know we have no time.”

  “Is that so?” he roguishly smiled his question knowing full well, if he put his mind to it, he could get Aderac out of his clothes, and back into bed.

  Knowing he could as well, Aderac spryly escaped out of his arms making his way towards the door.

  “My Belon will have to hold within his desire for me for a time.” Aderac smiled, once he was out of his reach, “We shall ride out to greet the men of Ivodgald along with those from Worrlgen.”

  “Errr.” Belon playfully groaned, “Only if I must.”

  Hearing the horns as well, Enek recognized them as Ivodgald’s and rose to dress.

  While he did, when he stared out the window at the horizon, he thought how around this time Ovfren would be rising to leave him, but his guard watch now given to another, he had been unable to come to him as he used to.

  When Ovfren woke, and turned to hold Ogorec, when he noticed he wasn’t in bed, sat up to see where he was.

  “Why a
re you up so early?” he asked, as he stretched.

  “The horns.” Ogorec knew, “Someone is coming, and I gather it is the men from Ivodgald.”

  Again, Ovfren stretched, then rose and looked out the window at the sun rising in the sky. He too thought, just as Enek had of how by now, he’d be leaving him from their early morning trysts.

  “What goes through your head?” Ogorec questioned, when he noticed his faraway look as he stared out the window, “Your head is wandering.”

  Ovfren snapped out of his quick daydream, and again stretched.

  “I am just sleepy.” He jumped back into bed, and added quickly to deter him from questioning him more, “Our night was wild. We made use of every part of our cottage to embrace.”

  “Umm, yes.” Ogorec pleasantly recalled, as he now walked close and sat beside him, “And this night, and many will be as wild, now that your guard watching is over.”

  Ovfren managed another smile pretending to be pleased, and in truth he partly was, then when Ogorec stood, he laid on his back and again let his mind wander.

  “Come with me,” Ogorec suggested, believing he’d be bored all morning with nothing to do, “You are awake, and I see no harm in it.”

  Ovfren eagerly agreed, knowing he’d see Enek and bounced out of bed; then while Ogorec watched him dress, he smiled at him while he watched.

  “What is it?” Ovfren asked, when he noticed it.

  “I love you,” Ogorec lovingly answered, “And always will.”

  Ovfren stopped dressing, then walked to Ogorec, and stood in front of where he sat.

  “I love you back,” his truth, he did still love Ogorec, even though; he loved another as well, “And always will.”

  Pleased, Ogorec stood and touched his check, then began walking towards the door.

  “I will ready the horses.”

  Once the door closed, Ovfren stopped dressing. Only moments ago, the lips that avidly spoke of love for Ogorec, had not long ago done the same for Enek, eagerly, willingly, almost desperately.

  As guilt filled Ovfren for it, the emotion of love for Enek stronger and unable to overshadow it, his guilt left him and he began dressing again.