by Kelex
After each strike, Dagr kissed the spot marked by his hand. He could feel those kisses more vividly because the skin was so sensitive… and understanding flowed into his pain-clouded mind. The pain was heightening the pleasure.
Once that realization hit, he grew more excited for each strike of Dagr’s palm. He cried louder and writhed more under the man’s grip. His slick had been leaking a bit, but it began to dribble out and coat the inside of his cheeks. A few drops slid down the inside of his thighs
“I think our little merman likes his rough treatment,” Oz said from the end of the bed.
Dagr rubbed Llyr’s ass, spreading his cheeks. He trailed his fingers through Llyr’s slick and traced it over one globe. “All signs point to yes.”
Llyr moaned as Dagr’s fingers slid between his puckered flesh. He stretched Llyr’s hole, rubbing more slick around the entrance. His back arched as he pushed back against Dagr’s probing hand.
And then it was gone.
He whined. Looking over his shoulder, he watched as Dagr dragged Oz to his feet. Dagr forced Oz to the side of the bed where he kissed the captain coarsely. He also stroked Oz’s hard, thick cock. Seed dripped from the head, and Llyr was unable to stop himself from spreading some on his hand. He brought his pre-cum coated fingers to his lips and sucked it off.
Hungry for more, he bent and licked the head while Dagr stroked. When Dagr realized what Llyr was doing, he broke the kiss. “I never told you to suck him. Get back in position.”
Llyr moaned his displeasure.
“Do I need to tell you again?” Dagr asked, one brow rising.
“No.” Remembering what Oz had answered earlier, he slapped on a “sir.”
One corner of Dagr’s lips lifted in an almost smile before he dragged Oz up into the bed. “On your knees, Captain. His ass needs a big, fat cock to fill it.”
Llyr’s whole body shook in anticipation. He had no need for a big, fat cock. He needed two in his ass. Hopefully he’d get them both before the night was over.
Dagr pressed the head of Oz’s cock against his wet hole. Oz’s hands were apparently still bound behind him, so Llyr helped push himself onto the captain’s length. He skated back with ease, his slick coating Oz as he slid. Oz’s moan mixed with his as they became one.
“Sadly, Oz doesn’t produce his own wetness,” Dagr said before walking to the table beside the bed. He withdrew a jar from the drawer and unhinged the lid. After scooping some of the contents on his fingers, he lifted them to show Llyr. “I have to get him wet myself.”
Llyr moaned as understanding hit. Oz was going to be the recipient of Dagr’s thick shaft, not him. But the vision of that in his mind only brought another moan to his lips. Moments later, Oz’s hips started to thrust forward, fucking him in short strokes. Dagr was coating his ass with the manufactured slick, preparing the captain to be claimed. Llyr glanced over his shoulder, watching the pleasure wash over Oz’s face. Over Oz’s shoulder, Llyr could see Dagr serious about his work. His shoulder and elbow moved back and forth, his fingers apparently fucking Oz’s hole.
Llyr returned to face forward, wishing he could see them all together—but he could only do that if he moved. He wasn’t going anywhere. The pleasure was too great.
The bed dipped with Dagr’s added weight. Oz stiffened behind him, and he heard the man grunt… and groan… and then a sigh of absolute pleasure flew from his lips.
“Tell him what you feel,” Dagr demanded of Oz.
Oz trembled against Llyr. “He’s… so big. Stretching me open.” Oz moaned again. “It feels… so good. My gods, Dag…. Just fuck me.”
The bed swayed with the power of Dagr’s first thrust. It pushed Oz deeper into Llyr. Llyr moaned and pushed back onto Oz’s cock. On it continued, Dagr’s thrust sending a bound Oz’s cock deep into Llyr. Realizing Oz had no means to grip and push himself besides Dagr’s thrust, Llyr rocked his hips harder and fucked himself on Oz’s hard cock, taking his own pleasures.
He controlled the tempo, to an extent. Llyr loved it, taking it as deep and hard as he needed. Oz was powerless. They used Oz’s body for their own pleasure… which he obviously enjoyed from the sounds of his moans.
Oz leaned over him, biting his shoulder. “You feel so good riding my dick, baby.”
Llyr shivered at the sensual term of endearment. His back arched, his rhythm quickening.
“Oh fuck, yeah,” Oz murmured against his ear. “That ass of yours was crafted just for us.”
Llyr trembled against Oz, his back to the human’s front. “I never want to leave.”
“You don’t have to, baby,” Oz whispered. “We’ll find a way.”
Oz lifted slightly, pushing back against Dagr’s heavy strokes. Each one made him bounce on Oz’s cock. They strained against one another, each one seeking absolution. Llyr had come once, but was more than ready to explode again. Before he could, Oz’s cock spasmed seconds before a wet heat filled his ass.
The spasm sent a shock wave through him and sent him over the edge. Before Oz’s cries died down, he orgasmed, adding his own moans of completion to the cabin. Only a few more thrusts brought Dagr to the edge, and his deep cries of release vibrated through Llyr, their bodies still connected as one.
Llyr collapsed to the bed, Oz’s cock still planted deep.
After a moment, Dagr withdrew from Oz. Then he helped the captain up and untied the man’s hands before they both collapsed in the bed alongside Llyr. Their warm bodies surrounded him in a warm, safe cocoon.
His bottom throbbed almost painfully, but it has been worth it.
Absolutely worth it.
He smiled as they curled up around him and drifted off to sleep.
11
Two days later, Oz stood at the bow of the ship, watching as they neared the natural cove that formed the entrance to their kingdom. The high cliffs were so familiar, yet almost alien after how long it had been since they’d last been home. Behind him, his crew raced to prepare for docking, a sense of urgency and excitement in their movements. The everyday sounds he was so comfortable hearing helped ease his disquiet.
A little.
He was still facing the end of everything he knew.
“You woke early,” Dagr said behind him.
He turned a bit and smiled at his lover. “I couldn’t sleep.”
“I’m sure I know why.” Sadness swirled in the golden-brown depths of Dagr’s eyes.
Oz looked away, the sight of it painful. He stared at the pale cliff faces, searching for anything else to view besides the loss surrounding him. Lifting his gaze, he noticed a plume of gray smoke rising above.
“What’s that?” Dagr asked at almost the same second.
“Not sure,” he murmured, a sudden sense of apprehension filling him. The witch had said his father would need saving. He spun to the crew. “Lower the main topsail!”
“Sir… we’d come in too fast ta tha docks,” one of the crewmen yelled.
“There’s no time to waste,” Oz said. “Lower the damned main topsail!”
The crew raced to follow his order.
“All hands on deck!” Oz raced across the deck and climbed to the bridge. Eyeing the captain of the watch, he yelled, “Turn for the beach! Not the docks… do you hear me, man?”
“Wot is it, cap’n?” the man asked.
“I fear what we’ll see around that bend,” Oz answered before returning to the bow.
The break in the cliffs appeared. As they rounded into the entrance of the cove, Oz gasped. Dagr, who’d been checking that all of the men were following orders, came to stand beside him.
“Dear gods,” Dagr whispered as they entered the bay.
War had reached home before they could arrive. Hundreds of men filled the beaches, so many he could not see the town. He reached for his telescope and searched the chaos. Swords swung and gun smoke left a white fog amongst the combatants. Spells blasted in the air, fending off the attackers.
Men… witches…
And d
ead things…
“The Draugar,” Oz spat.
“So this is where they went,” Dagr replied.
“But why? Why would they attack our home?”
“No idea,” Dagr said.
Panic clawed Oz’s chest. “They’re likely headed for the castle. We need to protect the king.”
“What… what’s going on?” Llyr said, arriving late to the commotion.
Dagr took the telescope from Oz’s hand and offered it to Llyr. The merman took it and eyed the beach. “Oh no… no… why are they attacking your home?”
“You have as good an idea as we do,” Oz said. An idea hit, and he spun to face the bridge. “Hard to starboard, boys!”
The order was sent down ship, parroted until it reached the bridge.
“You’re leaving the fight?” Dagr asked, incredulous.
“No… remember our inlet? We’re going to sneak into the castle.”
“There’s no way we can fit this ship into that narrow entrance,” Dagr said, frowning.
“No, but we can get as close as possible and row in,” Oz said, striding back toward the bridge. “We can sneak in under the castle and save the king.”
“Hidden tunnels?” Llyr asked. “How do you know they’re there?”
“Because he lived there,” Dagr said. “Meet Johannes Oswald Hieronymus von König, Crown Prince of Aelymanua.”
Llyr focused on Oz. “A prince? Why did you not tell me?”
“It was easier to pass myself off as a gentleman than a prince given the life I lead.”
“But I told you who I was. You had to realize I’d understand,” Llyr said, looking hurt.
“I was a third son, and never expected to see the throne. I’ve gotten so accustomed to hiding, it’s second nature now. I was allowed to roam the world… that is, until both my brothers died. Now I have a duty to fulfil. If I can save my realm from those monsters.”
“First I put your crew in danger… and now your whole realm.”
“That isn’t your doing,” Dagr corrected before Oz could.
Llyr’s hand rose and wrapped around the pendant. “I could come with you and use this to ward off the Draugar.”
“No! You’ll stay onboard where you’re safe. Swear it,” Oz demanded.
Llyr sighed, but nodded.
“I’ve got to take over the bridge. Get yourself somewhere safe. Dagr and I will find you to say goodbye before we take the boarding party in,” Oz said to Llyr before giving the man a kiss. “I promise.”
“You’d better,” Llyr said.
For the next thirty minutes, Oz navigated them along the coast and into the mouth of the smaller cove. They dropped anchor and lowered both of their larger rowboats into the water below, filled with ammunition and weapons. Llyr raced out on deck before they could seek him out. He first wrapped his arms around Oz, stealing a kiss, before doing the same with Dagr.
“Be safe… please. And remember… aim for their heads.”
“Their heads?” Dagr asked.
“I remembered something one of my brothers once said. The Draugar are unable to survive without their heads.”
“Duly noted,” Oz said before hugging Llyr one last time. “We’re off. Stay on board with the rest of the crew. Mr. Tyler and the others will remain here to protect you.”
Dagr and Oz were the last two to climb down into the rowboats. They departed, waving to Llyr as they traveled deeper into the cove.
“It’s been a long time since we’ve been through the tunnels. What if something changed?” Dagr asked.
“We have to pray it’s intact,” Oz murmured. Worry filled him. It had been so long since he used those tunnels. By now, they might’ve been sealed up. Or worse—he’d forget all the boobytrapped tunnels and they’d die before reaching the inside.
Dagr nodded, and the rest of the trip to shore was silent but for the sounds of the oars splashing through the water and the grunting of the rowers. Each splice through the water added to his mounting dread. His father was the last of his family, barring Dagr. He eyed the man he loved, needing to find a tiny piece of harmony before the battle ahead.
A battle against an army who might never be defeated. Doubt took his breath away—but he had to make the attempt. He’d avoided his duty long enough.
Once on dry land, they checked their weapons. Oz slid out of his jacket and tossed it to the boat. Something slipped from a pocket and clunked to the bottom of the boat.
Oz reached out and lifted the necklace.
Llyr’s pendant.
“Why do you have that?” Dagr asked.
“I had no idea I did.” Oz glanced toward the ship. “Dear gods. He’s unprotected.”
He stood there a moment, warring with himself. Did he turn back to the ship and protect the merman who’d sacrificed all to help them win this fight… or did he go save the thousands inside the castle walls—including his father and king?
A thought occurred to him. He handed the pendant to one of the crewmen. “Take this back to Llyr. As quickly as you can row that boat.”
“Sir?”
“I said go!” Oz yelled. “And you don’t stop until its back in his hands. Do you hear me?”
“Aye, sir.”
He watched as the man departed before facing the cave entrance that hid the tunnels running under the castle. “Now… we go save our people.”
The cave was dark and damp once they clambered inside. Memories of he and Dagr escaping to play in the tidal pools along the stretch of beach came to mind. He never anticipated having to race through them to battle inside the castle walls. Oz lit a torch a few metres in and came to the split. One set took one down low into the caverns where they could get lost for days and days. Another set one on a collision course with a pit no one had ever escaped.
The final set came to a dead end. Unless someone knew of the secret switch.
The last time he’d used it, he’d been a lean boy of thirteen. Now, he was nearly thirty-five, muscled, and found the narrow passage too tight. He and his men had to wedge themselves through. Once past, he and Dagr led the men to avoid the boobytraps that had been left behind by their ancestors. Fortunately his memory served him well. They bypassed all but one.
Which luckily misfired.
They finally reached the passage into the castle that brought them into his father’s antechamber. Oz could hear the clash of metal upon metal and screams not too far away. He raced toward the throne room and froze at the sight.
The Draugar had slayed most of his father’s guard and hung in a semi-circle around the space. A gigantic naked man with a long gray beard and a crown pointed a gigantic trident at the middle of his father’s chest.
“First you steal her and now my son! Return him! Or I’ll leave your realm in ruin!”
“I don’t have your son!” Oz’s father cried.
Oz rushed in, sword and pistol drawn. He put himself in front of his father.
“Oswald! No!” his father screamed.
“I have your son!” Oz screamed at the Sea King, ignoring his father’s command. “Llyr is ours now.”
The Sea King swung his trident at Oz. “Prince to you, human—he’s royalty under the sea. Where he belongs.”
Oz turned to see Dagr at his side. He cocked a look to the huge man before him. “He belongs here. We claimed him for ourselves.”
The huge man swelled in size, his legs transformed into a massive tail that flopped over the marble floor in shades of green and blue. The trident grew in size, too—and it was still aimed in the middle of his chest.
“Father! No!” Llyr screamed, thrusting himself between the trident and Oz.
The moment Oz and Dagr were rowing away, Llyr heard the sounds of the Draugar approaching. The crew left onboard stiffened, holding their swords aloft. He could almost scent their fear. The second he saw the first sign of the Draugar approaching, he realized he had to protect the crew from another attack. He climbed onto the railing and dove into the crystal blue waters be
low.
The water was cold enough to take his breath away. His new human-like body was warmer and unaccustomed to the temperature. Between that and his clothing, swimming was more difficult for him—but he soon kicked his new legs and swam toward the dead things stalking him.
He had to get to his father and stop him from harming Oz or the human king. Even if it meant having those creatures putting their disgusting hands on him. The first slithering of dead flesh brushed against him. It yanked him under the waves for a moment, sucking the air from his lungs. Without his gills, his lungs burned for air.
The second they allowed him back to the surface, he sputtered and gasped, heaving air in. The monsters sped through the water with unnatural speed, dragging him along with them. Fortunately, they aimed for the beach and the battle. Exactly where he wanted to be.
The three Draugar hauled him through the throng of fighters and on through the city, fighting human soldiers as they went. Eventually they entered the gates to a stone castle. More battles filled the passages as they passed. When they reached a large hall, Llyr saw his father.
Pointing his wicked trident at Oz’s chest.
He wrangled free from the Draugar’s hands and ran forward, pitting himself against his father. Llyr glared up at King Augustine, refusing to back down. His body trembled, knowing his father’s trident held strong magic—almost as strong as the Enchantress’. One bolt of lightning, and they’d all be dead.
His father chuckled. “You lay your life down for these humans?”
“I do!” Llyr glanced at Oz and Dagr. He saw their terror and knew he’d do everything in his power to save them. He loved them.
They were his, as much as he was theirs.
“Llyr, no!” Oz roared, pushing Llyr behind him. Oz glared at King Augustine. “If a human finds a merman, he belongs to that human—isn’t that your way?”