by Watts, Mia
“Where are you from?” the man said, in heavily accented English.
It took Flynn a moment to process that not one, but two others spoke the same language. It was shocking after so many days absorbed in native language, and learning it as though it had always been his.
“Michigan,” Flynn answered.
The man nodded. “You came through Woodhenge. I was vacationing with my wife at Stonehenge. The next thing I knew, I was struck by strange blue lightning, and arrived here in my form.”
“Stonehenge? That ties here too?” Flynn asked, hungry for information.
“Apparently so. The high priest before me came from the United States as well.”
“So this gate just pulls people with the trait for shifting?” Flynn asked.
“The will of the gods has nothing to do with it. But these people,” he said sweeping an arm to encompass the filled plaza. There they waited building small fires and preparing food, lounging, and laughing and waiting for the festivities of sacrifice to begin. “They depend on ritual and continuity.”
“I didn’t ask to be brought here. I’m not trying to be the next high priest, or the one to overthrow your apprentice.”
Macawi nodded his agreement. “It doesn’t matter. You are here and you aren’t going back. Would you leave them to Manaba, or will you help them find their gentle ways again?” he asked.
“I just want to take Amaro and Koda and live in a hut somewhere. I can’t go home, but I can take the happiness I’ve found and start over.”
“You could do that, if you survive the test. But you could never look to the Arancaya for assistance or trade if you do. They would see you as the worst kind of traitor. No, you’ll take the challenge. You’ll choose your mate, and you’ll take my place. See to it. Manaba is bad for these people, but without any other option available, he will become the next high priest. You can’t fail. I barely passed the test.”
“Arancaya?” Flynn asked.
“You would know them as the Cahokia. The people call themselves Arancaya. Cahokia came centuries later, from overzealous archeologists,” Macawi explained.
“You had a wife,” Flynn remembered him saying.
“Hence the reason I nearly failed the people. They almost went without rule and fell to a troop of Aztecs looking to expand land base. I’d have been killed for the gods as an offering to make the invaders leave. Instead, I was able to join the people in purpose to defend their land. The troop has never returned.”
“What is the test?” Flynn asked.
“Arousal. You must prove your chastity. From this point forward, you won’t have a female lover, and you must show chastity toward women. Your power as a high priest will be seated in the male energy that is important to the people. Only a man can be strong enough to be worthy of the most honorable male in this community.”
“Then you’ve got nothing to worry about. I’m as gay as gay gets.”
Macawi laughed. “Excellent. I suspect Manaba’s delay is in gathering the most beautiful women Arancaya has to offer. Once you succeed, I can renounce Manaba and you can pick your mates from the chosen men.”
Flynn turned his head to look at Amaro and Koda. “Those two are the only ones I want. Can I choose them?”
“They are warriors. Are you sure they’d have you?”
Flynn frowned. “I don’t have any reason to think they see me as anything other than a project the gods left them with.”
“Save them the disgrace. Choose from the men you are provided.”
Flynn gazed at them. He didn’t want other lovers. He wanted these two.
Drums began a regular, deep beat. Manaba appeared on the plaza floor, followed by four brightly garbed women. They climbed the mound under the rapt attention of the people. From the corner of Flynn’s eye, he saw Koda stiffen.
The four women and Manaba reached the top. Manaba turned to the crowd. “Let the testing begin. Upon the peak of the full moon, or sooner if he fails, all will be decided by the gods.” Manaba looked at Flynn, his smile knowing as he spoke in English. “My testing lasted one full hour. Macawi shortened it when he noticed my filling cock. You have well over five hours to stave off an erection while four very motivated women test your reserve.”
“Bring it on,” Flynn growled.
For the next hours, Flynn steeled himself against the sensations, reminding himself that these were women’s hands, mouths, bodies. It left him cold, uninterested. At first he’d had to close his eyes, but it wasn’t long before he watched their efforts with pity.
The moon was not yet high in the evening sky when Macawi demanded a halt. The second woman had been reduced to tears. The crowd below taunted the women for the lack of skill, but Flynn knew the real reason. Of the three men brought back as high priest material, he was the only one who was naturally gay.
It wasn’t a facade he’d put on, like Macawi. It wasn’t a lie, like Manaba. It was truth.
“The moon isn’t fully risen,” Manaba argued.
“You dare contradict me?” Macawi roared.
Manaba quickly seemed to realize his error and backed down.
Macawi came to him and cut his bindings. He turned to the people, leaning on one of the guards. “You have seen for yourself. The priest has endured testing far greater than Manaba. It is hereby declared that a new apprentice has been delivered to us by the gods. The bloodshed ends in a new reign of peace.”
A cheer erupted from below.
“No!” Manaba shouted. He lunged at Macawi. Flynn leaped forward, pushing Manaba. Manaba pitched over the edge of the mound. The entire clearing gasped. Manaba bounced, his neck snapping, his body tumbling like a limp rag doll, all the way to the bottom.
Shocked silence filled the air.
Flynn looked over the edge. It was only then that he realized Amaro and Koda flanked him protectively, still bound. The guards hot on their heels.
“They are mine,” Flynn snarled at the guards.
The guards looked at Macawi, retreated. They appeared just as confused and lost as the people below.
Macawi limped to Flynn’s side. He placed a hand on his shoulder. “This is Chula. He is my apprentice. Accept him as you would accept me, for he ushers in a time of peace. See there Manaba, the final sacrifice demanded by the gods.”
The happy cries of the people swelled like waves upon the sand.
Macawi leaned in, “You have to choose your mate before the full moon peaks. Shall I bring the prepared candidates, or,” he trailed off, nodding his head toward the warriors.
Flynn spoke softly in their native tongue. “Koda, Amaro, I know you’re warriors of the people with tribes of your own, but if you’ll allow me, I’d choose you.”
Koda and Amaro exchanged looks.
Koda spoke first. “I accept. The people are ready for change. Perhaps they will accept this change as well.”
“Amaro?” Flynn asked.
Amaro nodded gruffly. “I accept this duty.”
“No, not as a duty. I only want you to accept if that’s what you want. I have this crazy feeling that I could fall in love with you both. I’m willing to go with it, but I won’t destroy your futures just because you feel like it’s a duty.”
Amaro shifted his weight. He ducked his head in a self-conscious move. “I would request to be joined to you and Koda.
“Okiciyuze?” Flynn asked, using the word for marriage. The word seemed to surprise the men. They’d only ever used the word for lover, tehila, when talking about the testing Flynn was meant to undergo. Okiciyuze was for men and women, not for men with men.
But Flynn wanted to change all that. He wanted Koda and Amaro to recognize his willingness to commit to them, not as a lord to his consorts or male concubines, but as a partner in an honorable relationship, recognized by the tribe. It was a status elevation in its own rite.
Amaro took Koda’s hand. Then he reached for Flynn’s, and Koda closed the circle by taking Flynn’s other hand.
“So that’s a
yes?” Flynn asked.
“Indeed. I am prepared to show you my appreciation,” Amaro murmured.
Flynn’s cock swelled, ready to take him up on the offer. The crowd barked their sounds of surprise. Koda released Amaro’s hand to remove his loincloth, revealing the evidence of his arousal.
“I, too, wish to express my gratitude.”
“It is done!” Macawi proclaimed. “Chula has chosen warrior mates. Koda and Amaro are most honored among tahila.” To explain the new concept perhaps, Macawi wrapped their wrists with leather thongs, loosely binding them hand to hand to hand. “This triune marriage is blessed by the gods. Let the celebrations begin!”
The drums returned to life. Wooden and shell flutes joined in with a haunting melody. Rattles shivered through the night, waking it with dance and song.
Flynn turned to his chosen mates. “I can’t wait to be alone with you two.”
“The palace mound is yours. You can take it any time you wish,” Amaro told him.
“What about the celebration?” he asked.
“You’ve chosen your mates. It’s understood that you’d wish to consummate your choice,” Koda answered with a wide smile.
“Then let’s show this Chaste Moon how unchaste we can be,” Flynn said. He grabbed their still bound hands and led them off the plaza mound.
Epilogue
Amaro pulled Flynn’s sleeping body into his. Koda’s warmth at his back, Flynn’s at his front, and a pallet of many stuffed hides to cushion their bodies, Amaro couldn’t have imagined a better place to be.
His chest swelled with love. Had it only been twelve moon cycles since the day Flynn had claimed them? He could hardly believe such happiness existed.
Flynn rolled over, wrapping Amaro in his arms. “Hi.”
Amaro tried to look stern, but he failed. The corners of his mouth lifted in a rare smile. “Greetings.”
His heart still beat like an erratic drum when Flynn looked at him like that, hair tousled and green eyes shining with good humor. Amaro pressed his lips to Flynn’s, still enjoying the freedom to do so. He loved the way Flynn closed his eyes every time their mouths touched. Loved that he seemed to get lost in the kiss. The mighty high priest of Arancaya, the peaceful ruler of thousands, melted in Amaro’s embrace.
Koda stirred. His hand slipped from Amaro’s waist to his hip, then dipped low to capture his cock. Amaro knew their love was unique among the empire, but as essential to him as breathing. Without one of his men, there was an emptiness that could not be endured.
No, he loved them both. One with the history of shared youth. The other found as a man, freed to love. Amaro had never imagined he’d be permitted to explore both equally.
“I love you, Amaro,” Flynn whispered.
“I love you, Flynn-priest,” he answered, teasing him with the inside joke.
“What about me?” Koda complained.
His lips pressed Amaro’s shoulder. Already Amaro felt the evidence of Koda’s arousal as a ridge on his ass. Amaro rolled toward Koda. He cupped his face in his hand and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
“I love you, also.”
Koda smiled against Amaro’s lips. He nipped Amaro’s bottom lip then flicked out his tongue to soothe the spot. “Enough to taste my hardened cock?”
Amaro growled with interest. He’d learned many things under Flynn’s patient guidance. He loved his men, he’d just needed help learning the ways men loved men. There were so many expressions of love and he enjoyed taking his lover’s cock in his mouth, his ass, or riding them like a frenzied beast. It seemed he’d never live long enough to grow tired of them. He prayed to the gods that he was right.
As he rolled on top of Koda, Amaro took Flynn’s hand to bring him too. Amaro settled, his cock nestled alongside Koda’s. Flynn grabbed Amaro’s hips and dragged him down Koda’s body. Koda helped by pushing Amaro’s shoulders, until Amaro had a heated rod pressed to his cheek.
Amaro laughed, enjoying the playfulness of both his mates. It appeared none of them were interested in taking this slowly. With a teasing growl, he nuzzled the base of Koda’s cock, ran his tongue on the length, flicking the heavy veins with particular care. As he reached the top, he pulled down the foreskin to reveal the flared head and held it tightly between his lips.
Flynn lifted Amaro’s hips, and pushed his legs apart. Now face down, ass in the air, Amaro knew what would happen next, and he could hardly wait. His man root already leaked a pearlescent drop. The unsupported weight of his penis and balls, exposed to Flynn’s perusal only increased Amaro’s eagerness.
Moisture touched Amaro’s hole, and the sweet tickling of fingers gently plying him, teasing him to allow Flynn entrance.
Amaro sucked down on Koda’s cock. He was gratified to hear the man’s sharp hiss of pleasure. He massaged Koda’s inner thighs, enjoying the way he squirmed. His hips rocked up, and Amaro forced them back to the pallet. Amaro took Koda as deep as he could then nearly gagged when Flynn suddenly pushed two fingers into him.
He shivered when Flynn’s touch found a spot inside him and rubbed. He moaned deeply. Koda in turn moaned and tried desperately to thrust into Amaro’s mouth. Flynn’s fingers left him, replaced with the blunt head of his penis.
Amaro had the space of one breath, before Flynn pushed deep, filling him completely. Koda took that moment to thrust up. Filled at both ends, Amaro felt lightheaded with desire for his men.
Koda ground deep in Amaro’s mouth, his cock pressing the back of Amaro’s throat. With a rolling moan, Koda came, jerking as his seed emptied down Amaro’s throat. Amaro swallowed quickly to keep up then cleaned him off.
Koda shifted, twisted around, forcing Flynn to stop until Koda had resituated. Koda’s lips closed on Amaro’s rod, upside down. The suction of Koda’s mouth taking his cock, and Flynn’s filling invasion, sharpened his need beyond bearing.
Flynn’s pace increased. Amaro’s balls drew tight and emptied in thick spurts, lapped up by Koda who milked him dry. Flynn’s motion became frantic, pursuing the same release they had just reached.
Amaro smiled smugly, and rocked backward into each wild thrust. Flynn’s fingers bit Amaro’s hips. Finally, Flynn bellowed as Amaro felt his lover’s seed spill inside him.
Flynn slapped Amaro’s ass and the three men awkwardly piled on their backs, laughing.
“A year ago, I didn’t know where I was, or who I was,” Flynn said after a few breathless moments. “Now I’m married to two amazing men, and high priest of Arancaya, six hundred years before my birth.”
“Twelve cycles past, I wished for regard among our people. I feared the gods had made an error in bringing you to me and Koda for preparation.”
“What do you fear now?” Koda asked.
Amaro lifted up on his side, looking at the faces of the men who filled his days and his nights with joy unlike any he knew to exist. “I fear nothing except separation from you.”
Koda and Flynn exchanged glances. Amaro watched them suspiciously. Suddenly his lovers pounced on him, rolling and kissing him and each other.
“Then you never need fear again,” Koda said when they settled down. “In life and in death, we belong together.”
Flynn kissed Koda’s lips softly, then Amaro’s. “And in six hundred years, I’m doing this all over again.”
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