by Brandon Fox
Erik laughed. “You know the answer. Where is he?”
Thane waved for Ander and Dannel to join them, and they emerged from the forest.
Dannel stared at the nude pair with wide eyes. He gulped and looked up, his face flushed. “Thane, uh, he and Ander think I should start learning about magic. By watching you while you’re, uh….”
Skorri fixed him with a seductive gaze. “Only watch? You’d learn more if you join us.”
“He’s not ready for that,” Ander said as he knelt beside the lovers. “Thane needs to study the firestone’s spell, and Dannel needs to learn about love.” He took Dannel’s hand and tugged the embarrassed fighter to his knees. “Watch. Your turn comes soon.”
Erik and Skorri pulled tighter together, until their balls and the undersides of their cocks touched. Then Erik, in a gesture of unmistakable invitation, closed his eyes and parted his lips. The invitation was accepted without hesitation. Skorri put a hand behind his partner’s head and brought their lips together. The kiss lingered as tongues explored. The lovers were completely absorbed with one another, as if they were alone in the forest. Without breaking the kiss, Erik slid his hands to Skorri’s waist and leaned forward, lowering his partner onto his back. Lithe bodies arched, hard muscle forming clean lines beneath honey-brown skin as they shifted into a passionate embrace.
Thane peeled off his shirt and tossed it aside. “You too,” he told Ander and Dannel. “Dannel needs to learn the feel of a friend’s hand.” The new initiate shivered but complied with the instructions. His broad chest moved with rapid breaths.
Erik soon released his partner and moved to a crouch at Skorri’s side. His lips brushed taut flesh with teasing kisses. Moving to a nipple, he lapped at the brown nub while the fingers of his right hand brushed the length of Skorri’s erection with delicate strokes.
Ander leaned against Dannel’s side and put an arm around his waist. Beads of sweat glistened on his brow, and his powerful muscles bunched beneath Ander’s arm, trembling with anticipation.
Erik moved around to straddle Skorri head to toe, his legs straddling his partner’s head. He held Skorri’s phallus upright with one hand and licked around the crown of the glans. Dappled light played over their hard bodies, making them seem like wild creatures of the forest.
Skorri’s hands slid along Erik’s lean body from muscle-sheathed ribs to slender hips. He tilted his head back, and Erik’s long cock disappeared down his throat with practiced ease. The hunter reciprocated, engulfing Skorri’s slightly curved shaft in his throat with a single smooth slide.
Ander shivered. He knew how good Erik’s mouth felt on a straining cock. His bond with Skorri, though weak, already tingled with a pleasurable itch. He could imagine how Dannel felt at the sight of the frisky lovers. It was time to overcome his reticence.
“Touch them,” he said. “They won’t mind.”
“I can’t.” Dannel’s voice was strained. “I’m not ready.”
“There’s nothing to fear. You can touch others. It’s the other way around that sets off the firestone. You’ve been touching me. Did that make you come?”
“Uh, no.” He squirmed, clearly uncomfortable with his erection’s confinement. “But I’m close.”
“Try,” Thane urged. He was sitting on the other side of Erik and Skorri, watching Dannel intently. “Take as much time as you want, but try. Keep touching Ander and go from there. Wait until you’re ready.”
Ander released Dannel and reached forward to touch the slippery shaft of Skorri’s cock. His fingers trailed Erik’s lips up and down the rigid flesh. Dannel watched, enthralled, but didn’t move.
After a few more strokes, Erik let the erection slip out of his mouth and rolled onto his side, leaving his cock engulfed in his partner’s mouth. Skorri turned his head and continued sucking, not missing a stroke. While sometimes carefree to the point of giddiness, he was diligent when making love.
Ander wrapped his fingers around Skorri’s slick cock and held it in a light grip, pulling it upright. With one finger he spread the slippery fluid oozing from its tip over the dusky glans. The contact strengthened his bond with Skorri; he felt slippery caresses along his own engorged cock, tantalizing and intense. The youth’s arousal, never far from the surface, surged through their link. He felt Dannel’s hand on his back, strong and steady.
“Good,” Thane said. “Touch Ander, watch what he does. He’ll lead you well.”
Encouraged, Ander bent down and slid his lips over the head of Skorri’s cock. Wet pleasure engulfed his own aching flesh. He wrapped his lips around the flared crown and tugged, feeling the soft pressure as if lips circled his own glans, before sliding his lips down the smooth shaft until his nose pressed into Skorri’s balls. Skorri’s back arched in response. Ander appreciated the sentiment; his own cock throbbed in resonance with the pleasure.
“Ummm,” Erik hummed as he watched through half-shut eyes, propped up on an elbow. “I feel it too, Ander. Through Skorri. Like you’re both sucking me at once.” His body flexed slowly as he slid his long cock in and out of Skorri’s attentive mouth.
Ander shared the young hunter’s rapture. Skorri’s lithe body arched beneath him, the muscles sheathing his abdomen forming hard symmetrical curves. As he began a slow glide back up the shaft, he felt Dannel’s hand move to his throat. Dannel leaned close, rapt. Soon his fingertips shifted to Ander’s cheek, then to his lips. At last he touched Skorri’s cock.
Ander felt a jolt, like a climax but without the release of ejaculation. Dannel gasped and pulled his hand away. Relinquishing Skorri’s cock, Ander sat upright and turned to Dannel.
“What happened when you touched him? Did you come?”
“I… I don’t know. I mean, no. But it felt like I did.”
Thane rocked forward onto his knees, fascinated. “Somehow you can reach the kei, or come close to it, just from touching. It’s like you formed a bond without using the art.” He picked up the case of elixirs Skorri and Erik had opened and removed a vial, then handed it to Dannel. “Here’s some jocasta oil. Put it on your cock. It’ll help you keep control.”
Dannel accepted the vial, holding it like a deadly viper. His embarrassment was painful to witness.
“Don’t be shy,” Ander said. “We’re all hard. Who wouldn’t be? You have to stop worrying so much about sex.”
Thane nodded. “We’ll strip too. That might make it easier for you.” He tugged off his boots, then stood and unfastened his belt and trousers. His leathers slid down to reveal strong legs and a perfectly proportioned cock that curved up with virile power. Ander did the same, hoping that Thane was right about putting Dannel at ease. The young fighter watched him as if dazed.
“Your turn,” Ander said as he kicked his trousers aside and plucked the vial from Dannel’s hand.
Dannel took a deep breath, then rocked back and pulled his boots off. His hands were shaking, and a sweaty sheen covered his chest. He slowly unbuckled his belt and unfastened his leathers. A small wriggle of his hips sent them snaking to the ground.
Though he blushed crimson, Dannel held his head high and didn’t try to conceal his upthrust phallus. The smooth column of hard flesh had nearly uniform thickness its full length, and the dusky purple glans was slick from arousal. It swayed provocatively as he shifted his weight from foot to foot.
Skorri had turned to watch, briefly relinquishing Erik’s cock. He looked genuinely impressed. “Look at him, Erik!”
“You’re right,” Ander agreed. “He’s a vision. But remember, we’re trying not to make him nervous.”
Skorri gave Dannel another sultry gaze, then tugged on Erik’s leg to urge his partner back into a straddle. “Come on, let’s show him some more.”
The randy couple slid into action, moving with perfect coordination. Devotion to each other’s pleasure inspired their lovemaking. Dannel sat on his haunches beside them, his cock spearing up past his navel.
Ander glanced at Thane, who was keeping close watch on
Dannel. Despite his arousal, there was a task to complete, and Ander knew he wouldn’t allow his body’s demands to interfere with the work at hand.
Ander removed the cork from the vial of jocasta oil he was holding. Mint fragrance wafted out as he handed the vial to Dannel. “I wish I could do it for you,” he said, suddenly feeling shy. “You won’t need much, it’s very slippery. Be careful. It will help your self-control, but it doesn’t lessen sensation.”
Dannel accept the vial and poured a quarter of the oil into the palm of his other hand. He met Ander’s gaze briefly, his expression unguarded. Uncertainty and embarrassment were still there, but hope as well. He spread the clear oil over his cock, his body trembling as slick fluid lubricated the contact between hand and hard phallus, then gave the vial back to Ander.
“Lift Skorri’s legs,” Ander said as he touched the back of Erik’s head. “I’ll make him slippery for you.”
Erik hummed in agreement, not letting Skorri’s erection escape from his caressing lips. He hooked an arm behind one of Skorri’s knees and then the other, his powerful shoulders bulging as he pulled the hips off the ground. Skorri wiggled his toes in anticipation.
“First watch,” Ander said to Dannel. “Then you can try.”
Forming his fingers into a funnel, Ander poured half the remaining oil into his palm and then channeled it into the cleft of the upturned buttocks. Skorri spread his legs further apart, and the oil trickled down to the opening. Ander spread the fluid with his fingertip, stroking silky flesh as he applied more lubricant and pressing gently until the tip of his index finger slipped inside the ring of muscle. He gradually eased the finger in further, twisting gently to spread lubricant evenly. Erik held himself motionless on straightened arms, Skorri’s cock down his throat to the hilt, as Ander finally slipped his finger all the way into the clenching body. The warm glove of flesh squeezed insistently.
A soft moan made Ander turn his head. Dannel had rocked back on his heels, both arms stretched behind for support. His glistening cock lay across the hard muscles of his midriff, slick fluid pooling beneath the glans.
Ander let his finger slide from Skorri’s body and reached for Dannel’s hand. “Now you try,” he said. “The jocasta oil has had time to work. You should be fine.”
Dannel rocked forward and caressed the firm globes of Skorri’s buttocks. He stroked the smooth flesh with his fingertips, breathing fast, as Erik resumed sucking his partner. The young fighter was transfixed.
“That’s the way,” Ander said softly. He put a hand on Dannel’s arm, taking care not to touch him below the waist. “Tickle his balls, he likes that. Don’t be afraid.”
Dannel’s fingers drifted higher and touched the twin globes, lightly brushing the soft blond hairs. Skorri showed his appreciation by curling his body tighter and plunging his cock deeper into Erik’s mouth. Dannel continued caressing the scrotum, using his thumb and middle finger to trace around its base as the balls pulled up tight in their satiny sack. Self-consciousness faded as he was drawn deeper into the marvel of Skorri’s athletic body.
“Touch him inside,” Ander suggested, his voice a whisper. “Help make him ready for Erik.”
This time Dannel didn’t hesitate. His fingers slid to where sensitive flesh glistened with oil; the fingers left a trace as they moved through the sheen. The opening twitched beneath his tentative explorations. Slowly, he slid his index finger back and forth over the entry as Ander dribbled more oil over the spot. Erik shifted his arms to spread Skorri’s legs wider, and the tip of Dannel’s finger slipped into the well-lubricated opening.
Dannel shivered but didn’t move his hand. Ander gave him a reassuring squeeze. “It’s all right. See, it didn’t make you come. You can do it.”
Sweat glistened on Dannel’s forehead, matting the black curls to his skin. Hesitantly, he pushed his finger in deeper. His serious expression softened, blossoming into wonder as Skorri’s body squeezed his finger in its slippery grasp.
“Work it around a little,” Ander urged. “Get used to feeling his flesh.”
Dannel obliged, his eagerness tempered by extreme gentleness. Ander picked up the vial and dribbled more oil as Dannel explored inside another body for the first time. The young fighter was intensely aroused, his body quivering beneath Ander’s encircling arm.
“That’s good,” Ander said. “You have the touch of a good lover, I can tell.” He put down the vial and moved a hand to rest atop Dannel’s, feeling the growing confidence in his slow movements. His fear of losing control was fading as the thrill of discovery overtook him.
“Skorri’s ready,” Ander said. He drew Dannel’s hand away, then gave him the vial of jocasta oil. It was a quarter full. “Why don’t you try putting it on Erik? You should be able to do it now.”
Dannel accepted the vial and gazed into Ander’s eyes, fear replaced by trust. “If you think I can, I’ll try.”
Erik and Skorri released each other and rolled apart, wet cocks slapping against their bodies. The hunter knelt next to Dannel, leaning back and presenting his erection as an offering.
Dannel took a deep breath, then poured the remaining oil into the palm of his right hand. He reached forward and grasped the upthrust shaft.
A jolt ran through Ander’s body, a tingle that centered on his cock and rippled outward in a tide of pleasure. A gold halo pulsed into existence around Erik’s straining erection.
“What happened?” Dannel asked. He held himself motionless, his fingers still cradling Erik’s shining phallus.
Thane stood to get a better view. He was fully aroused. “Your touch brought him near the kei, without even using the art. I think the hierophants’ sorcery is somehow related to ours.”
“But it didn’t make me come,” Dannel said softly. A look of astonishment suffused his features as he slid his hand along the hard shaft of Erik’s cock, making it glisten with oil.
“Ander’s right,” Erik said. “You have a sweet touch.”
After several more unhurried strokes, Dannel released the erection. He leaned back and gave the hunter a triumphant grin. “Now I think you’re both ready.”
Erik moved between Skorri’s legs and lifted them, a hand beneath each knee. Ander reached between them and guided Erik’s cock to its target as he leaned up and forward. His glans rested briefly against the slippery hole, then slowly eased in. He lowered himself further, still holding Skorri’s legs apart with his arms, and moved his hands to his partner’s shoulders.
They clung together while Skorri adjusted to his lover’s entry. While both were enthusiastic initiates, sharing pleasure joyously with other mages, their own lovemaking had never lost its striking tenderness. The two years they had spent protecting each other after being exiled from their village had forged an unshakable bond. Dannel watched solemnly, as if he sensed the devotion they shared.
Erik lowered his head and kissed Skorri. Then, without breaking the kiss, he began to shift his hips back and forth. His strokes were leisurely and long. The flared crown of his glans barely emerged from Skorri’s clenching body before he reversed direction and the oily shaft eased in again to the hilt. The hunter’s broad back rippled with the interplay of muscles as he made love to his partner.
“Your turn will come,” Ander said. He took Dannel’s hand and squeezed it, then pulled him closer to the lovers. “Feel them, imagine what it’s like. Get ready for when you can try it yourself.”
Dannel let his hand rest on one of Erik’s buttocks. The firm muscle bunched beneath his fingers, as solid as the rest of the hunter’s strapping body.
“Try touching his cock,” Ander urged. “Feel how hard Skorri makes him.”
Dannel’s hand trembled as Ander guided it down. His fingers grazed the scrotum and paused to stroke the soft brown hairs that dusted the skin. After another gentle tug, he slid into contact with the base of Erik’s shaft.
Ander shivered as an unexpected wave of pleasure washed over him and ghostly echoes of lovemaking teased his body
. His cock twitched and drooled, a heartbeat away from orgasm.
Dannel appeared equally close to the brink, and his breath rushed through parted lips. But his fingers kept contact with Erik’s flesh and moved along with the hunter’s slow fucking. Astonishment filled his face. “I can feel them,” he whispered. “Feel what Erik feels.”
“I can feel some of it too,” Ander said. “Just from touching you.”
Thane moved to Dannel’s side, tense with excitement. “You’re a conduit for anima! I’ve never seen anything like it.” He leaned closer, tilting his head to get a better look. “Your earring is glowing too. A pale green. Has that ever happened before?”
Dannel looked like he was having trouble paying attention to the question. “It’s too much,” he said, his voice rasping. “It’s going to make me come.”
Ander tightened his grip on Dannel’s hand and pulled it back. Dannel slumped like a sail that had lost its wind. He seemed stupefied.
“The firestone,” Thane repeated. “Have you ever heard of one glowing?”
Dannel shook himself, then straightened. “No. But I’ve never felt anything like this before, either. Does this tell you how the firestone’s spell works?”
Thane chewed his lip. “We’re closer,” he said after a pause. “It’s like a puzzle. The more pieces we have, the better our chance of seeing a pattern. Let’s keep going.” He glanced back at the young lovers. “Besides, I doubt Erik and Skorri want to stop now.”
“We don’t!” Skorri said. “Don’t think it, Thane.” Erik growled, a rutting animal sound more emphatic than words.
Ander took Dannel’s hand and tugged him over so he knelt by Skorri’s side. “Try feeling his cock,” he suggested. “See if you can share his feelings, like you did Erik’s.”
Skorri looked at them through half-closed eyes. “Better hurry. We haven’t fucked for so long, I don’t think we can make it last.”
Ander laughed and tousled his tawny curls. “I don’t believe it. You’ve just been fucking discreetly.”
Skorri blushed but didn’t deny it. Erik shifted to his knees and lifted his torso upright, spreading Skorri’s legs wide and arching his back as he continued fucking with slow strokes. His cock was a sleek column of flesh, smooth and slick with oil, gliding back and forth inside his partner’s welcoming body. He moved his hips from side to side, varying the angle of his thrusts to rub the spot inside Skorri’s body that gave the greatest pleasure. Skorri’s lips parted, and his back arched.