“We cannot unite the kingdoms. There has been too much blood, too much deception between realms. There have always been ten kingdoms, we cannot make them nine.”
“Who says we need to unite them? Be the king of my heart. The king of my soul. Let the land be land and people be people, but be mine as I am yours.”
Bracken didn’t answer. He kissed Adder’s lips softly and went to his knees. He had ceased his stroking, but his hand had retained Adder’s cock. It was solid in his hand. He removed the fabric and inhaled, nuzzling the thick shaft, savoring that fragrance, unique and intoxicating.
Adder made a defeated sound above him.
No thoughts, just senses.
Bracken moved his lips about the hardened length, myriad sensations rippling throughout his body, imposing, visceral, devastating. All multiplied and exploded as he swallowed with devotional pace, tongue circling, teeth grazing. Bracken looked upward; he couldn’t see himself reflected in Adder’s dark eyes in the dim light of his chambers, but he beheld hope and desire on that regal face to his inexorable undoing.
Closing his eyes and sucking eagerly, Bracken let his hands roam over the hard planes of Adder’s abdomen and hairy chest. So focused on touch and taste and smell— both forgot about removing clothing or moving to a different part of the chamber. They stayed there by the door, like hungry men, needy and desperate, afraid this moment might be snatched away from them.
The leather strips of Adder’s sandals felt rough and unyielding against glorious, warm skin as Bracken’s hands started a new journey, caressing from ankles to the back of the knees. Always upward, he mapped strong thighs. Fine hairs tickled his fingers pads and guided him to round muscles that he used for leverage. He deep-throated; a fuzzy sac welcomed his lower lip while dark curls caressed his upper lip.
Adder combed Bracken’s loose hair back, then touched his cheek. “Please,” he murmured softly, moving his hand to the chin and pulling up lightly.
With his entire body on fire, Bracken dislodged the girth commanding him. His hole screamed for attention, but he would let Adder do. He straightened up wordlessly.
Pushing the overtunic off Bracken’s shoulders, Adder sought his eyes. “You need to stop avoiding my question, using pleasure to confuse me.” He chuckled a little.
“I thought I did that just by being out of sight.”
“Bastard,” Adder said lovingly, caressing Bracken’s cheekbone with his thumb. He lifted Bracken’s tunic to pull it off. As soon as Bracken was naked, Adder pressed their bodies together, his hands wandering over every surface they could reach.
“Who’s using pleasure to confuse now?” Bracken whispered in Adder’s ear.
“The Oracle gave me an answer, now I need yours.” Adder grabbed Bracken’s ass, spreading cheeks and seeking the tight spot. He inserted a digit.
“You want me to be coherent while you finger me?”
“Yes.”
“Dog-son,” Bracken moaned.
“You cannot lie if you cannot think,” Adder explained, then bit Bracken’s neck.
Teeth became knives, inflicting pleasure, tearing boundaries apart. Bracken retained enough lucidity to ask, “What was your question to the Oracle?”
Adder licked the skin he had bitten, then continued upward, his tongue flat, leaving a wet erotic trail. “You don’t need the question,” he murmured gravely. “But I can give you the answer.” He shifted to look Bracken in the eye. “We’re meant to be equals.”
More than the words, the tone made Bracken shudder.
Equals.
“You were at that beach because you were going to visit the Oracle yourself,” Adder stated matter-of-factly.
Bracken only nodded.
“You don’t ask what you already know. You had your answer before. ‘The gryphon riders are your solution.’ Why do you think you need another answer?”
“This is a different matter,” Bracken said breathlessly.
“Is it really?” Adder’s dark eyes blazed. “You are my answer as I am yours.” He held Bracken’s face with both hands. “I love you. And if you don’t love me now, give me time. Let me win your heart.” He kissed Bracken’s eyes. “Every man before you was a game or duty, but you opened something inside me during The Claiming. I saw myself reflected in you.” Adder sighed. “It’s hard to explain.”
Their brows touched; their crowns made a shy clink. “I know what you mean,” Bracken uttered quietly. He took a deep breath. “That first night in Gryphonire I went to your bed expecting to be used. Instead, you showed me a different side of manliness. A side of lovemaking focused on giving and not on taking.”
Their lips brushed. The lust between them turned into something clearer, brighter, lighter. Bracken took Adder’s hand. He guided him through the chamber to the bed. He turned and removed Adder’s overtunic, then his tunic. There was something really hot about Adder in just his crown, rings, and golden sandals with their strips crisscrossing over those massive calves. His cock rose proudly from its nest of dark curls. His balls were taut and mouthwatering.
Bracken lay over the furs on his bed, stretching his body. “I want you inside me.”
“I’m yours to command.” Adder put one knee on the bed, his body looming over Bracken. He used saliva to slick his cock, then put more on Bracken’s hole. He raised Bracken’s legs, pushing forward. The world around them dissolved with every inch. The sting was bliss, curse, redemption. When he couldn’t get any deeper, he bent Bracken until their faces were almost touching, and exhaled a single word, “Nightjar.”
Bracken’s entire body trembled. Adder’s hips started to move, with that kind of shallow circular motion that he knew drove Bracken out of his mind really quick. Soon they both were panting and sweating and ready to crash into cliffs of climax and destruction. But Adder stopped before their prow touched the rocks. “We cannot be equals if I cannot give you my all.” He left Bracken’s body slowly.
The confusion dissipated quickly as Adder crawled over the furs, positioning himself on all fours and calling, “Claim me, Bracken the Lakon. Rider of Vultures. King of Lakoneh.” He spit on his hand and prepared his hole.
Bracken had never been compelled to take another man before, yet this had been offered out of love. His body reacted with enthusiasm and vigor and surprising determination. Bracken also realized that the word “king” coming from Adder’s lips didn’t make him flinch.
Adder looked over his shoulder at him. “Please, Nightjar.”
Lubing his weapon, Bracken teased Adder’s hole the way he liked his to be teased. Adder’s moans and groans were too encouraging to not let himself go. The sensation was new and overwhelming. The reluctant yielding of tight muscles had goose bumps erupting all over Bracken; the sweet squeeze was making him dizzy, happily lightheaded.
Finally in, Bracken didn’t want to move, didn’t want to lose the perfect arrangement. He looked at the expanse before him, Adder’s wide back and narrow waist, the glorious muscles of his ass— how they fitted gloriously over Bracken’s groin.
Adder’s body arched upward, his arms reaching back until he had his hands clasped behind Bracken’s neck. With a motion designed to obliterate Bracken’s mind, Adder impaled himself on Bracken’s cock even more if possible and rotated his hips unhurriedly, evilly.
A stream of words started to pour out of Adder in a steadily continuous growl. How Bracken had opened his eyes. How similar they were. Two men who had not been born to be kings ruling out of love for their people, for their land. How he had loved Bracken more each day while he was convalescent after the attack as they learned new things about each other. All this mixed with curses and blessings and soft pleas for Bracken’s hands to touch him, to steer him into paradise, oblivion, or totally welcome darkness.
Astonished and aroused to unknown levels, Bracken seized Adder’s hips and took control of their ship. Now it was he who was pushing Adder away from his cock to bring him back in carefully calculated angles to wrench grunts and gro
ans out of Adder, moving his hips at counterpoint.
“I’m so fucking close, Nightjar.”
“Yes, I’m your Nightjar.” Bracken kissed Adder’s temple since the dark head rested over his shoulder. “Yours. Just yours, Adder,” he whispered almost agonizingly. “I love you more than I thought I was capable of.”
“Spill in me, Lakon, Rider of Vultures. Keep your cock in me while you come.”
Each muscle in Bracken’s body clenched, turned inward for a heartbeat just to explode and shatter in the next. Spurt after spurt rushed out of him to claim Adder of Munus as his, to make them one.
Adder’s own climax had him shuddering and heaving in Bracken’s arms.
Then, as Bracken felt seed caress his balls as it trickled out of Adder, his lover, in the most sinfully and perfectly glorious deep voice, he uttered, “Oh, my King.”
The End
Adder & Bracken
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The traits of the Lakonian people are loosely based on the ancient Spartans who inhabited the main city of an area of Greece named Laconia. The English adjective laconic, from Greek Lakōn “an inhabitant of Laconia, a Spartan,” reflects the Spartan reputation for incisive brevity when speaking and the value they placed on not mincing words.
So, forgive Bracken when he seems short in his thought process because that is just how he was raised.
Glossary
Mileh = miles. E.g. the total area of Munus in square mileh is 205,897, a little bit more than Arkansas, Kentucky, Missouri and Tennessee combined.
Author Bio
Born a Sagittarius in the fabulous year of the Rooster of ’69, at the hour when his cat was about to become a complete dragon, Gabbo de la Parra landed on the Caribbean Coast of the outlandish Republic of Panama to start the adventure of Life.
Love and the Internet brought him to Middle Tennessee to embrace the American Dream and his husbandly romance. Writing has been an important part of his life since a very early age, and it’s a pleasure to share his stories with others thanks to the wonderful opportunities this land provides. He is the author of the Spaniards series, Septima Luna and other titles available through Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Smashwords.
Gabbo cherishes Life with a southern gentleman in a townhouse close to a lake, crowded with the spirits of his characters, and their pets: black esoteric kitty, Luna; white emo-twink Maltese, Chance; and street smart Russian Blue, Bella.
His novel Another Dawn on Planet X (love child of his two stories for Love is Always Write) is available now for your e-reading devices. His historical novel The Pompeiian Horse will be available in spring 2016.
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