He looked at Eban. “I can’t trust my feelings right now. I’m a mess inside.”
“Aww, you get my hopes up, then break my heart.”
“What are you talking about?”
“We want Lord Figaru to find a mate. He refuses to marry a woman because they’re needed for breeding. That leaves a man—“
“But he was married before. You said his wife passed away.”
“Yes.” Eban’s blue eyes were intent. The topic had enlivened him. “Lady Zuala was the mortal wife Figaru brought with him from his homeland. There’s no shortage of women over there.”
Jinady recalled Eban saying mortals and demons lived in peace there as well. It seemed unbelievable. If such a place existed why not escape there?
“What kind of man does Lord Figaru like?” Eban continued. “I’ve been saying for years that it’s pretty young men.”
“How would you know?”
“He does the graduation ceremony at the schoolhouse. He said to me, ‘I hope you’ll join the army.’ Rowan was in my class. He asked him to be his housekeeper. He didn’t say things like that to the other ten boys. Just me and Rowan—the cute ones. Lord Figaru wanted to have us around at the base. He likes cute young guys, Jinady.”
“So why aren’t you his mate?”
“Me? No way. I mean, first off my goal is to have a wife. Even if it wasn’t—being bedded by such a huge demon…” Eban shuddered. “It would be terrifying. Most human men turn my stomach as it is. Though…”
Jinady looked at him.
Eban met his eyes and smiled. “Nothing.”
Jinady blushed again. “You want me for Figaru, or yourself?”
“You are damned cute, Jinady.”
Jinady swallowed. “What about the other cute guy? Rowan? Why isn’t he Figaru’s mate?”
“We thought it was going that way for a while. Lord Figaru took Rowan as a live-in servant. Rowan claims they kissed once.”
Jinady was fascinated. “Rowan picked Scor over Figaru?”
Eban stretched the top half of his body. “Well, they’re not officially mates, Rowan and Scor… That’s a complicated situation. I don’t have all the details. Rowan is kind of…” Eban yawned. “Shit. I’ve got to stop gossiping. I don’t have anything against Rowan. I don’t want you passing judgment on him without even knowing him.”
“Pssh. Now who’s building who up?”
“Back to the point.” Eban was resolute. “I think you’re Lord Figaru’s type. You’re pretty. You’re vulnerable. You probably tug at his heart after all you’ve been through. I bet he just wants to cradle you in his arms.”
The thought gave Jinady a sweet pang. If he could have surreptitiously looked back at Figaru he would have.
“The whole settlement wants him to find a mate. He’s suffering without one. We want him to be happy again.”
“The—whole settlement does?”
Eban looked at him.
“Jinady…Lord Figaru is our ruler.”
Jinady opened his mouth with some intention of a reply. No words came out and his lip quivered.
“He founded the settlement.”
Jinady concentrated. “I…feel like I’ve been in a fog.”
“We’re trained not to overwhelm people we rescue. This is usually when all the details come out. The last day back.”
Eban stroked Jinady’s back. Jinady eyed him. He must have looked in need of comfort.
He assumed Figaru was some vague post above Major. Of course, it was better to withhold that Figaru was their king in the beginning. He couldn’t accept the prospect of living as an incubus’ subject then.
Jinady’s legs ached. He requested to ride in the wagon again. It was time to sit and contemplate.
They stopped again that evening. It was the last night they would camp. The women were out with them again. The younger girl stared at Jinady across the camp fire. He ignored her until it was unbearable. Jinady met her eyes.
“How come you won’t talk to us? Weren’t you a prisoner too?”
Her voice stung his cheeks. The rest of the party went silent. Jinady had to clear the lump in his throat before he could answer.
“It didn’t seem right.”
The girl gave a deep sigh. “I don’t want to be in the same situation as the fortress. Hidden away and only allowed to see old men who ‘earned’ the right to marry. I’m sixteen. I want someone near my own age.”
Eban smiled at her. “Is twenty too old?”
Huckly made an outraged sound at Eban, while the girl seemed to appreciate the attention.
Jinady wondered if the two women had been raped by incubi in the mountain. They must have been treated the same way he had. Would it have been harder for them, as women, or easier?
“Cecil,” Figaru said.
The girl looked at Figaru with a tinge of fear in her eyes. Her mother looked up from her food.
“No one will force you to marry or live in seclusion at the settlement.”
Silence followed his words. Jinady watched Cecil. She was fixed on her food. She’d apparently gotten used to the sight of Figaru, but had not been exposed to his demonic voice. After a minute more she dropped her meal and hastened into the wagon. Her mother followed. They closed the door.
Figaru leaned his face down to cover it with his hand.
Jinady felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He spoke too low for Figaru to hear. “Damn it.”
Eban put his hand on top of Jinady’s next to him. The kindness of the gesture was nullified by his smile. He was reveling in Jinady’s response to Figaru.
“There’s a stream through those woods,” Major said to no one in particular. He pointed.
Figaru lifted his face.
“We should restock the water.”
“Me and Jinady will go,” Eban said.
Major’s lifted his brow. “Well—“
“We’re close enough to the border now to be safe, aren’t we?”
“Not entirely,” Figaru said, “but I sense no demons close.”
Eban stood up and tugged Jinady’s arm.
Jinady hesitated. What’s this about?
“Jinady isn’t a soldier,” Figaru said. “You should run this errand with Huckly.”
Jinady looked at Huckly. He was still glowering at Eban for daring to speak to the women.
Jinady rose. “I don’t mind helping. I’d like to wash up, too.”
Eban pulled him hard so there was no more discussion. Jinady was flustered. They went to the back of the wagon to gather the spent bladders.
“I want some alone time with you,” Eban said with a hushed voice. “We probably won’t see each other again in the settlement.”
“Oh, for God’s sake.” He understood the hesitation of Major and Figaru now. They had to suspect his intentions.
“Shh!”
There was a rushing brook past the woods. Jinady dipped his hand. The water was icy. Eban filled water bladders next to him.
“So much for a bath.”
“It’s mountain melt. Here.” Eban tossed him a clean rag and shoved the basin he’d carried the bladders in. “Take a whore’s bath.”
“I’m not washing for you,” Jinady said. He sat on the grassy bank and stripped.
Eban stripped from the waist down. He drenched his own clean rag in the water. “I’m not asking you to be my boyfriend. I just want to fool around. What’s the harm? I’m leaving for a mission right when we get back, you know.”
Jinady washed. “That’s rough.”
“You don’t have to be nasty.” Eban’s tone was more subdued.
Jinady knew he’d embarrassed him. He sighed. “I’m really not the kind that fools around. I know it’s weird to be like this after…doing so much in the mountain.”
Eban looked stricken.
Jinady piped up before he could say anything. “I don’t want to be changed by that. I mean, God, already I’m doing things I’d never think of before. First Sco—“
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nbsp; He stopped. His heart started to thunder. Idiot! He’d focused so much on saving Eban’s feelings he’d almost told him.
“First Scor?”
Jinady swallowed. He was terrible at lying. “No, I meant to say—“
“That bastard! Fucking Hell!” Eban wrenched his pants over wet thighs. He rose and stomped back toward the woods. Jinady leapt up, nude, and grabbed his arm.
“Stop!”
Eban was enraged. “He fucked you?”
“No. You didn’t hear me right.”
“Yes I did. You wouldn’t be panicking now otherwise. Scor got you, didn’t he? I know his bullshit. He pulled it on me too. He’s not going to get away with it.”
“Don’t you dare tell Figaru.”
“I have to Jinady. You’ve got to stop him now or he’ll keep coming after you.”
Jinady’s head was spinning. The last thing he wanted was this drama. He drew a deep breath, and closed his body against Eban. “Let’s do what you wanted.”
Eban was unwavering. “Get dressed.”
Jinady leaned over to kiss the smaller man. Eban backed his head an inch. Jinady pursued until their mouths joined. He tilted his head and separated Eban’s lips with his tongue. He wrapped his arms around Eban’s shoulders. He would not meet his tongue. Jinady pulled him closer.
Jinady felt Eban’s arm come around his bare back. He acquiesced to Jinady’s tongue. Their mouth’s wrangled for several sensual moments. Eban broke the kiss.
“That’s not fair. You’re naked and sexy and have that pretty long hair.” His face was flushed. He ran his fingers through Jinady’s hair at the nape.
“Promise to forget about it.”
There was a tightness in Jinady’s stomach as they knelt together on the grass. This was shameless. With Scor he’d returned to his mountain mindset: it wasn’t his choice, so there was no point to regret. Now he was just being wanton.
“You don’t want this. It’s no fun for me if it’s not mutual. I’m not a selfish incubus who blackmails guys into sex.”
Even as Eban said this he was removing his shirt. He caressed Jinady’s back and shoulders. The cold bath had chilled Jinady. Eban’s hands were warm.
Jinady steered Eban down to lie back on the grass. He leaned above him. It was nice to be with someone smaller than him for once.
“Look at it this way, I’m not going to let you go.” He brought one hand to the back of Eban’s head and kissed him hard.
Eban became eager. He held Jinady on top of him. Their tongues slipped together. Jinady felt in control. It was heady enough to crack through his reservations. He broke their mouths to kiss Eban’s cheek, then his jaw. Eban’s face was red. His lips were dewy. Jinady could hear his deep breathing.
He gave Eban gentle love bites on the neck. Part of him wanted to ask what Eban would enjoy. He didn’t. Eban had to be less experienced than him. He was unduly compelled into this. Eban was in his thrall. Why shouldn’t he take the lead for once?
Jinady teased his nipple with his tongue. Eban lay back with his eyes closed. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths. He traced his fingers over Eban’s defined chest. The nipple became a rigid stub he could flick with his tongue.
“Mmm.” Eban moaned.
Jinady gave his other brown nipple the same treatment. He glided his hands on either side of Eban. He started below his arms and soothed down to his hips. He kissed and licked his torso as he caressed him.
Eban’s short fat member had risen a few inches above his balls. Jinady took the full shaft into his mouth easily. His tongue hesitated to connect with the head just a moment. It was the first time he’d done this. The member was freshly clean, but the taste of precum met his tongue. It wasn’t unpleasant. He pulled his mouth back enough to give hard licks to the head.
“Uh.”
Eban’s cock lengthened in his mouth. He drew his head back with tight suction. He tried to repeat this as fast as he could. Eban’s cock had grown big enough to gag him. He wrapped his fist around the base. The rest of the length he sucked hard.
“Mmm, Jinady!” Eban propped himself on his elbows to look down at him. His face was in ecstasy.
Jinady cupped his balls with his free hand. He massaged the firm packet of flesh. He could taste more precum where his mouth worked. Eban’s stomach muscles were tensing. Jinady dipped his fingers below Eban’s balls. He rubbed just above his hole.
“Ahh!” Eban collapsed back. His breathing was rapid now. “That feels so…uhhh!”
Jinady pressed his tongue against the underside of Eban’s shaft while he pulled his head up and down.
His finger had moved to Eban’s hole. It was an instinctive progression. He rubbed firm circles over the tender wrinkles. He released the base of Eban’s shaft a moment to push one of his thighs wider. The thigh was trembling. Eban had stopped moaning. Jinady pulled his mouth off his cock with a hard suck the way he’d learned from Scor. He masturbated him with one hand, pressed the outside of his hole with two deft fingers of the other. He looked up at Eban.
His head was turned to the side. His face looked pained. His stomach trembled with staggered breaths.
Eban closed his eyes. “There’s a shell with grease in it in my pant’s pocket.”
Jinady’s brow furrowed. He took both hands off Eban’s pleasure centers to crawl over to his pants several feet away. Was the lubricant for his ass or his cock? He found the black shell full of pig grease.
He turned back to see that Eban had rolled over and lifted his hips off the ground. His ass was raised.
Jinady was unsure. He crawled back. He felt one of Eban’s soft buttocks. This couldn’t have been his intention from the beginning. If he didn’t like men he wouldn’t like this. He continued to caress his skin. He gobbed grease on a finger and rubbed the outside of his hole. He could see it now in the moonlight. It was pink, puckered, and hairless. The flesh gave to accept his index finger.
“Uh.”
Jinady bit his lip. This wouldn’t work. He couldn’t enjoy hurting someone. He pulled his finger free.
“You don’t have to do this. We can just mess around.”
“Shit.” Eban looked over his shoulder. “I like it, ok? I don’t like having to admit it.”
Jinady felt stupid. He’d been masterful up until then. He replaced his finger and worked in a second. Eban was true to his words. He was writhing and bucking his hips into Jinady’s hands. The noises he made were like whimpers. They could have been mistaken for pain. The way Eban begged for more showed they were desperate pleasure.
A third greasy finger, and Jinady used his other hand to grease his own member. Eban’s squirming and mewling had turned him to stone. He pulled out his fingers and pressed the tip of his cock through the tight muscle at the entrance. He didn’t pause. Eban’s hole was engulfing him.
“Aiiee!” Eban’s hips gave. His waist fell on the grass.
Jinady froze. His eyes were wide. He was halfway in. “Eban—are you--”
Eban sounded like he was in tears. “For Gods sake don’t stop!”
Jinady didn’t waste time trying to figure him out. It had to hurt. Eban was tight as a clenched fist. He pressed the rest of his length in. Eban’s new position made him lie nearly on top of him. He kissed and blew on the back of his neck. Eban’s ass moved beneath him. Jinady wanted to let Eban’s body adjust. He wouldn’t wait.
Jinady knelt up. He pulled Eban up to his knees by his hips. Eban’s legs were splayed wide and his back was arched. Jinady pulled out until just the head of his cock was inside Eban, then slowly pressed back in. Eban’s thighs were quivering.
“Nngh. Ahh! Hhh!”
He kept this slow rhythm three strokes more. When he pulled back for the fourth Eban rammed his ass into Jinady to take his full length. It sounded like he screamed when he did this. Jinady clenched his jaw. He felt a sharp pang of pleasure. He kept still. He couldn’t take Eban this rough, especially when it made him scream.
Eban tipped forward th
en did it again. “Aaiiee! Ahhh! Ahh!” He was clawing at the grass.
Fine.
Jinady took hold of his hips. He plunged into Eban faster. Not as hard as Eban had tortured himself, but fast and steady.
“Nneh!” He gasped. His shuddering legs would give and Jinady would hoist him back up by the hips.
Jinady hugged him with both arms around his middle. He tested going faster. Eban was out of control. He thrashed in Jinady’s hold.
Jinady focused on not coming. The sexy smaller man was taking him to the brink. Forget marriage, he thought, a man should own this body. He wouldn’t nominate himself. One of the manly men Eban claimed to be disgusted by would be a perfect partner.
He reached around to grab his cock.
“Uhh! No!”
The second his fist connected in front Eban’s tight hole start to spasm. They fell sideways. Jinady stayed connected behind him, still thrusting. Eban’s cum sprayed on the grass. He pumped his cock with his hand. Eban convulsed. It set Jinady off. He squeezed his eyes closed. When he opened them during his own orgasm he saw another white squirt sprayed on the grass.
He became still except for his gasps. Jinady remained inside of him. He wasn’t growing soft. He would have liked to take Eban again. Eban’s member was shrinking in his fist. He released. He pulled out and took a deep breath. He’d dip in the brook if he didn’t soften soon.
Eban lay on his back next to Jinady. Jinady had one arm around him. He strummed his knuckles gently over his far shoulder. Eban had his eyes closed and still drew rapid breaths. Jinady watched him.
“Fucking Scor,” Eban said after a minute.
Jinady’s lips parted. The sex was so intense he’d forgotten.
“Don’t bring that up again.”
“No, that’s not it. I never let another man penetrate me. Scor’s the one who nailed me. He used his aphrodisiac stink to take the fight out of me. Even the first time, when it hurt like hell…it felt good.”
“He…got you more than once?”
Eban opened his eyes. He was angry. “Yes. I let him give me head once less than year ago. It’s like feeding a stray dog. He kept coming for me that month. He trapped me in the officer quarters and made me give in to him. He manipulated me into not telling. He was still Figaru’s slave. Still trying to gain trust. He would have been killed. I felt sorry for him like a fool. The third time, fine, I take the blame for that one. I shouldn’t have been drunk. After that he caught me alone when my roommate was on a mission. He came back the next night, too.”
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