The Night Raiders--A Sexy Supernatural Medieval Fantasy M/M Novelette From Steam Books

by Bernadette Russo

  Table of Contents

  The Night Raiders Title Page

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Epilogue

  About Bernadette Russo

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  THE NIGHT

  RAIDERS

  Bernadette Russo

  Copyright © 2013 Steam Books Erotica & Romance

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  Chapter 1.

  Alone in his cramped, spartan cell, Novice Ben Mera was lazily stroking himself off, using some oil from the tiny, ceramic lamp beside him for his lube.

  This kind of carnal pleasure was forbidden in this school for magic, of course, but having arrived only three months before, Ben had obeyed all the rules so far. The rule on celibacy, however, was too much. A man like him had inbuilt needs that simply could not be denied for too long.

  He had also adapted to the brutal schedule the Masters required of all novices. As such, he no longer passed out on his cot at day’s end, only to wake up (what felt like) mere minutes later as the pre-dawn gongs called everyone out of bed.

  He didn’t have anyone specific in mind as he stroked his relatively large cock. The past few months had passed by in a blur, so he had neither the time nor the energy to make friends with the few other Novices in the college.

  Still, he was never too busy nor too rushed, that he couldn’t admire an adequate, a handsome, or a gorgeous face, outright. Sometimes he even had the luxury of seeing the occasionally exposed bit of male flesh as he struggled to keep up with the pace of life the Masters required of all.

  Ben knew he had a decent body, having been a farmer all his life till the day Master Shak discovered him tilling his family’s fields. What a day that had been!

  He also knew that his dick was larger than most of the other boys he had grown up with. And while he acknowledged that there were others whose dicks larger than his, he believed that his was the more aesthetically pleasing: it was thick enough that his fingers barely met when they grasped his erect penis; and it was straight, curving only slightly upward toward the end.

  It bent neither to the left nor to the right, unlike Terence’s, one of his mates back at the village he grew up in. Nor did it bend downward, like Val’s, another friend of his… in retrospect, it made sucking Val off easier, come to think of it – especially if one knelt before him.

  I have worked long and hard since getting here, thought Ben self-righteously to himself as he continued to stroke his oiled shaft. I deserve this.

  He tried to remain faithful to his old friends by thinking of the times they had had sex together, but he was also curious about some of the men in the college. His inability to stick to one face, one body type, one single fantasy, was what allowed him to prolong his pleasure.

  Still, he couldn’t keep this up for long, much as he wanted to. He needed his sleep.

  So he thought of Val’s round, firm, hairy ass, and remembered how it felt all those times his cock had disappeared into its hot, wet, delicious tightness. He recalled how his friend’s normally deep voice would turn into high-pitched squeals as he got fucked.

  Ben let the memories wash over him. Turning to his side, he kept his fist still as he fucked it. He tried to reproduce the way Val’s sphincter muscles would dilate during initial penetration by squeezing his pinky harder against his thumb.

  He moaned as he pumped harder and faster into his fist. Taking some more oil, he stuck his middle finger up his ass, and imagined it was Terence’s left-leaning dick that was fucking him from behind.

  While his finger was admittedly nowhere near as thick as Terence’s prick, it still felt good. It had been too long since he had jacked off, and just as long since he had had anything stuck up his ass.

  It was too much.

  He tried to slow down, to delay his orgasm, but it was too late.

  His cock exploded, and his jizz burst forth in thick spurts.

  The orgasm that gripped him was almost painful in its intensity, and he stifled his moans to keep from giving himself away.

  He made sure to shoot his load over the side of his cot, and onto the stone floor below. The Masters were strict, and while he never caught any of them investigating beds and sheets for suspicious stains, they never seemed to fail to catch violators. Truly, they had magical powers.

  Ben sighed and relaxed, sinking deeper onto his cot. Gritting his teeth, he forced his fist to give his still-throbbing cock a few final tugs (the way his friends liked to do it), writhing as his lubed fingers slid up and down his hyper-sensitized corona.

  It was a game he loved to play with his friends: after an orgasm, how much more pleasure can your cock possibly take?

  They would play it in turns, letting one boy cum first. As he did, one would hold him down, while another continued to suck or jack him off, extending his orgasm for as long as was possible. Ben loved it when it was his turn: the thrill of writhing beneath the weight of someone, while begging the other one to stop because it was too much.

  He remembered how Terence would actually cry when it was his turn, becoming red in the face as he squealed and writhed, begging them to stop (and complaining later if they did so too soon).

  There were days that Ben could barely put his pants back on, because his cock had become too red and too sore from the abuse it had taken; days when he couldn’t even sit because they had fucked him too exquisitely hard. He missed those days.

  But it was one thing to have some other guy do it to you, especially if another held you down as you struggled. Doing it to yourself, however, was another thing entirely.

  Ben stopped, unable to go on.

  The end of his cock was still shiny with the last of his spunk, but no more cum was shooting out of it. His balls were completely spent.

  He lay there for a few more minutes with his eyes closed in post-orgasmic bliss, before finally rousing himself. He reached out for a rag to wipe himself off with, being careful to scrub the oil off of his hands and fingers before starting on his ass.

  As soon as he had done that, he turned to the evidence of his crime on the floor.

  What he saw nearly made him scream.

  His cum had coagulated, had risen up, and had turned into a small, man-like figure. Before Ben’s saucer-wide eyes, it grew a mouth, then pointed a tiny arm at him.

  “You did something wrong!” the tiny figure squeaked at him in a small, eerie gurgling voice, as it swayed its hips from side to side. “You did something wrong! I’m telling the Masters, nyah-nyah nyah-nyah-nyah!”

  Then it turned and oozed toward his door, slipping through the gap below, before disappearing.

  “Man, what the…”

  A knock at his door made his heart pound. He stared at it in fear. The Masters were not known for their leniency.

  So that’s how they always find out, he thought with a sinking feeling.

  The knocking started again: more insistent this time. He got up with a sigh of resignation, pulled his pants up, and made his way toward the door. He was ready for the inevitable.

  * * *

  Jaru Bahn felt sluggish after the heavy dinner his mother had made, but like everyone else in his village, there was no
time to rest by the fire with a good smoke. Things were not as they had been before, and the times of peace, safety, and leisure were gone. Tonight was the start of the full moon, so no one was safe.

  Being the oldest at nineteen, and the man of the house since his father’s spirit had flown away to the Blessed Lands the year before, the entire family was counting on him. He had no intention of letting them down.

  Jaru had just finished hitching two of the last four horses the family owned to the wagon, when his mother and three siblings came out, each carrying several bundles in their arms. There was no need for conversation. Everyone knew their part – familiarity and practice brought efficiency to their movements, while fear added speed.

  The sun was still well above the horizon, but laden down as they were with their things, it would take almost an hour before they made it to the safety of the Fort.

  Gi, Jaru’s seventeen-year-old brother, came out last, making sure the door was firmly locked behind him. The two older Bahn children made their way toward their modest brick barn, as their mother and two sisters checked to make sure that their things were securely attached to the wagon.

  The brothers ran inside, swung the thick, wooden doors closed, then slid the heavy, wooden bars in place. They climbed the ladder to the top, squeezed through the tiny opening onto the roof, and secured that narrow aperture with a heavy brass lock.

  “Ready?” Jaru asked with a grin.

  “Yup!”

  With a whoop, both jumped off and landed on the heap of straw that had been set there for that purpose. They chuckled as they rolled off it onto the ground below, then ran toward the wagon.

  Their mother, Saya, cast an annoyed look their way, then sighed and shook her head. There was so little cause for joy these days, she thought, so what harm could there be in such laughter?

  With everything on the wagon and farm secure, they set off toward the Fort. As they reached the main road, they met up with other wagons – all similarly laden with beddings, cooking utensils, and food.

  All made their way across the plain toward the imposing Fort.

  * * *

  They were standing in the hallway outside Ben’s door: two older acolytes with their hoods drawn back. The taller of the two was Acolyte Dani Beren, a black-haired noble with the chiseled features and prominent nose typical of the Western Tribe, who served as head boy for Ben’s section of the dormitory.

  “That was a stupid thing to do, Novice Ben Meru,” Dani said, referencing Ben’s masturbatory transgression in his calm, upper class accent.

  Ben looked down, ashamed. As one of the Northern Tribe, he knew that his light skin had a tendency to blush easily, and considering his shame and mortification at having just been caught pleasuring himself, he had probably turned a bright, beet red.

  “Amazing how these Northerners change colors so rapidly,” grunted Acolyte Jon Barli, the shorter but bulkier dark-skinned boy with the bright red hair of the Eastern Plains Tribe. “You looking to get flogged, Ben? The Masters are not known for leniency, hey?”

  “I… I’m s-sorry,” Ben whispered, knowing he was close to tears and hating himself for it. “I… I…”

  “Oi, hey. Don’t lose it like that, man,” Jon said, walking up to him and clasping his shoulder. “It’s just that you have to think these things through.”

  “Huh?” Ben was getting confused. “Aren’t you going to punish me?”

  “We’re not Masters,” Dani replied, looking slightly offended. “Look.”

  The aristocrat looked down, and Ben’s eyes followed his gaze. Beneath Dani’s sandal was a wet splatter. Ben saw that a wet trail led from his room to the splotch Dani was standing on. He looked up at the two men, still not getting it.

  “We don’t tattle on each other,” Jon explained. “You understand?”

  “Indeed,” Dani added. “There’s a right way and a wrong way of doing things here. At least if you want to make it out of here in one piece.”

  Turning to his companion, the red-haired youth said, “Looks like he needs more in the way of personal learning, don’t you think?”

  The noble nodded, “But first, you have to wipe this up with that cloth,” he said, pointing to the rag Ben still gripped in his hand.

  “Does this mean I’m not in trouble?” Ben asked, starting to feel hope.

  The two senior acolytes smiled at each other, then entered Ben’s room, closing his door behind them firmly.

  “You have to catch the cum before they come to life – ha ha, see what I did there?” said Jon. “You do that either by spurting into a rag and throwing it into the fire, or by swallowing it. Otherwise, they run toward the Masters. And if they get that far,” he made a slicing motion with his hand across his throat.

  “Indeed,” Dani nodded. “It’s the only way they have of finding out, since these walls are protected. The Masters don’t like the idea of anyone spying on them from afar, you understand?”

  Ben nodded, not really understanding, but knowing that he had avoided a flogging; relief coursed through him like a drug, “I owe you both. Thank you so much! I wish I could give you something.”

  “Well,” said the aristocrat as he began to undress with a cocky smile. “Are you too spent, novice?”

  Ben’s eyes widened, and he looked toward the other acolyte to see if this was some trick. But Jon was also smiling.

  “Oh wow,” Ben shook his head in amazement. “There really are gods!” and he eagerly got to his knees.

  He reached out for Dani’s stiff manhood. While not particularly thick, it was exceptionally long, beautifully cut, and it too curved upward at a gentle angle. Already pre-cum oozed out of it.

  Dani closed his eyes as Ben’s eager wet mouth took in the tip of his cock. The aristocrat moaned when he felt the tongue part the lips of his opening, and groaned as Ben’s teeth began to gently rub itself along his sensitive corona.

  Jon undressed as well, and guided Ben’s mouth around his own shaft: not long, but thick, with no curve, whatsoever, and already wine-red with his excitement.

  Ben felt like he was reliving old times.

  Dani grabbed Ben’s head and begun thrusting, excited at having a new playmate. He was careful to keep from thrusting too deep, but Ben surprised him. Taking a deep breath, the kneeling novice pushed his face forward, and with a slight choking sound, took Dani’s slender, long pecker into his throat. The aristocrat hissed, and rocked back on his heels.

  Ben kept going forward till his face rested on the straight, soft pubes, enjoying the feel of the real thing inside him, reveling in the man-smell Dani’s groin gave out. His fist around Jon’s rod tightened so hard, that the standing acolyte gave a yelp and began loosening the fist.

  When Ben finally came up for air, he turned to Jon, and asked to be fucked. Dani leaned down, pulled him to his feet, and led him to his own cot.

  Ben grinned, “Thanks. My knees were starting to hurt.”

  While thin and barely comfortable, the bed was at least better than the rough, cold, stone floor, and Ben lay gratefully on his stomach upon it as the two acolytes began to undress him. He groaned as Jon’s weight settled on his back, and moaned when he felt the other man’s lips and tongue exploring his shoulders and neck.

  It had been a while since he had felt another’s naked flesh. The feel of Jon’s hairy legs between his own hairless ones, was exquisite. He spread them apart on the narrow platform when he felt the redhead’s oiled cock rubbing against his ass crack.

  Dani squatted at the head of his bed and began rubbing his cock against Ben’s face. Ben kept licking at it, wanting to take it in his mouth, but the aristocrat seemed determined to explore every inch of the farmer’s face with his tool. Desperate, Ben grabbed at it, but the aristocrat pulled back.

  “Uh-uh,” Dani said. “Not till he’s inside you. I don’t want you biting it off.”

  “I won’t!”

  “It’ll hurt, you know,” replied the aristocrat.

  “I’m used to it
. Please, fuck me already, Jon. I need it so bad. I miss it!”

  “I told you this guy would be good,” said Jon, as he slowly poked a finger into Ben’s tender opening. “Oh. You’re already lubed, huh? Ben, you and me are going to be great friends, I swear.”

  And so saying, he pressed his dick against the puckered opening, rubbing it with more oil, despite what Ben had said. Dani kept a careful watch on the farmer’s face, ready to stop Jon if the novice cried out too much.

  To Dani’s surprise, Ben kept raising his buttocks, pushing it against Jon’s prober, clearly desperate to get as much of it inside him as quickly as he could.

  Jon, too, was surprised, and he grimaced as the hot hole swallowed his entire tip. Ben was moaning and writhing on the rough pallet, so impatient for the fucking that he pulled his arms back and grabbed Jon’s thighs. He pulled Jon closer, and gritted his teeth as the thick shaft sunk deeper into him.

  The pain took him by surprise. He had been fucked by bigger men. It had indeed been too long, so his ass had clearly tightened since.

  “You’re not kidding,” Ben winced, as Jon’s rod rammed the soft tissues of his ass apart. “Shit, it’s been too long. Don’t pull out, give me time,” he pleaded.

  “You went too fast,” Jon wheezed, delirious at the hot, wet, tightness gripping his oiled cock, and at the soft, firm buttocks pressed firmly against his groin. “I told you I’m big. You alright?”

  “Yeah,” Ben managed to whisper. “Just stay there a minute.”

  “No worries. I can cum with this. You’re so tight and hot.”

  “Ben?” asked Dani. “You sure you’re ok? Try turning on your back so I can suck you off. I told you Jon’s too thick. Or we can switch places. I’m longer, but thinner.”

  “No. It’s ok. I’m good. Can I suck you off now?”

  Without waiting for a response, Ben grabbed Dani’s cock and began doing just that. Dani hissed as the eager wet mouth took him in, once more, arching his back and spreading his legs wider to give Ben uninterrupted access to him.