History of Beauty

by Meraki P. Lyhne

  Father smiled, looking touched.

  Commotion outside made it through the doors as they opened, yet it was clearly fun and games that were the source.

  “What’s going on out there?” Elakdon asked, getting up.

  “My Guards are horsing around, I would imagine,” Nil-Savadin said.

  But Elakdon felt excited. He wanted to see.

  The Queen laughed. “Come on. Let us go satiate your curiosity.” She stood and reached for his hand.

  They left Father’s House and went around back where the noise came from. Cubi stood in a ring, and Elakdon nudged one in the back. Once the Incubus recognized Elakdon, he immediately called out who wanted to pass, and the ring opened and swallowed them up.

  They made it to the inner ring, and Elakdon saw Foldon sitting with a group of Younglings, cheering.

  The circle surrounded a group of four purple-eyes that Elakdon had never seen before, battling in fun. It was a test of strength, two and two. Two Incubi were on their hands and knees, their asses toward each other. Two Succubi were lying on their backs on top of the Incubi’s backs, their legs draped over the kneeling Incubi’s shoulders, grabbing the hands of the other Succubus. The two Incubi were crawling in opposite directions—the point of the game for each pair to topple over the other by pure strength alone.

  “Who are they?” Elakdon asked.

  “The two crawling to the left are Dendon and Lildin, your commanding Guards, the two crawling the other way are mine.”

  “Oh, wow!” Elakdon was about to sit, but he wanted to sit with Foldon. “Come!” He grabbed her hand, and they raced around the inner circle. Elakdon tossed himself on the ground next to Foldon, bumping into him.

  “Oaf!” Foldon erupted, then looked like he’d been caught nicking Mother’s honey bread when he saw who it was.

  “That tug of war is between the heads of the two Royal Guard groups.”

  “Really? Cool.” Foldon paid attention again. “So, who are we rooting for?”

  “The ones crawling toward us, of course.”

  “I will make a bet,” Nil-Savadin said, sitting down next to Foldon. She looked eager and…young and innocently playful.

  “What stakes?” Elakdon asked, never taking his eyes off the struggling pairs of Guards. But they probably had to hurry up figuring out that part because it sounded like they were reaching their limits in the center of the circle.

  “The winner can claim someone from the other’s Kingdom, not included a Fountain—” her gaze cut to Foldon “—to feed and feed upon thoroughly for one week.”

  “That will be interesting for the one chosen.”

  “He or she will be empowered strongly.”

  “Not if I win.”

  She turned her head theatrically, glaring at him.

  Elakdon laughed. “I see, you are so sure about winning?”

  “I am.”

  “Then I accept the terms, with the exception.” Elakdon tossed his head at Foldon.

  “Me?” Foldon asked, raising his brows.

  “Yes, she cannot choose you.”

  “Aw!” he whined.

  Nil-Savadin spat in her hand. “And my Tondon and Hundin are off the table, too.”

  “Agreed.”

  Elakdon spat in his hand, too, and they shook on it. They then turned their attention back on the four Cubi struggling, and finally, Elakdon’s Succubus was pulled off her partners back, falling onto the ground with a displeased roar.

  “Aw!” Foldon threw out his arms.

  Nil-Savadin clapped her hands. “Oh, I feel in the mood for something manly. Something…well, you will be needing to find something other than Styrk to take care of your needs for the next week because he will be heavily dosed and taken care of.”

  “Styrk?” Elakdon was not sorry to hear that his good friend was chosen to be empowered by a Royal.

  “That week, you should focus on bedding all your Royal Guards and have them dose you. At the end of that week, you should be able to empower your Fountain and begin filling his body with all you have to offer your people.”

  Elakdon smiled, happy he could soon relieve his friend of the waiting. He could even see how the postponing of his body’s needs was pushing him because he had a boner, and every five minutes or so, he’d grab it, stroke it a few times, and grunt before pulling his hands away to busy them with something else.

  “One week, Foldon. I’m sorry I’m not strong enough yet, but I will be in one week.”

  Foldon looked at Elakdon, hope, relief, and determination burning in his eyes. “Don’t be sorry, My Prince. I will wait in pain if needed to become what you need me to be for your Kingdom.”

  Elakdon smiled, proud to have a friend like him. “You will be with me always, and you will see plenty of opportunities to show the gods many reasons to respect you, and for kin to have reasons to remember you.”

  Foldon straightened his back, and his mouth pressed together into a thin line. Pride glowed in his eyes.

  Elakdon leaned a bit closer, his own cock filling at the memories of all the fantasies he’d had about Foldon when they were together at Mother’s House. When Foldon had hurried Elakdon back to the House while Elakdon had been too far gone in hunger and the fantasies about feeling the weight of Foldon on him and his cock filling him up.

  “You feel hunger, My Prince.”

  “Yeah. I should definitely find someone to feed me, and Father has mentioned he wants to take care of that more often now so that I can empower you, soon.”

  “I’m looking forward to that,” Foldon said, again reaching to stroke himself.

  “Don’t work it to a nob.”

  Foldon removed his hand, scoffing. “You sound like High Father.”

  Elakdon grinned.

  “Nil”

  They all looked up, finding the Guard who’d just lost Elakdon the bet.

  “Hello, Dendon, and thank you for loosing.”

  “What?” The Guard plopped down on the ground in front of them, joined a moment later by the Succubus. “We have just been thanked by the Queen for loosing.”

  “I’m glad we could amuse the Queen,” the Succubus said flatly. “And that our Prince didn’t witness our failure.”

  Elakdon drew air to speak, but Savadin interrupted in a hurry. “I know that look anywhere.” She turned Dendon’s head to face her. “You’re hungry.”

  “Oh, I am.”

  “He’s eager,” the Succubus said. “He can’t wait to meet the Prince, and he’s been distracted.”

  “Shut it,” Dendon whispered loudly at his partner. He then looked at Elakdon, looking closer at his eyes. “But I wouldn’t mind being distracted while waiting for the Prince by feeding on a red-eye. I do have a thing for a red-eye. If you can feed on men, that is.”

  “Oh, I can,” Elakdon said, grinning.

  “Trust me, Cub, you will love feeding with me. I love the uncontrollable hunger of a red-eye. You’re so much fun.”

  “Foldon, will you help me find Styrk?” Nil-Savadin asked.

  “Yes, Nil.” Foldon got to his feet and scouted around the circle of Cubi watching another game playing out in the center. Yet, it didn’t get Elakdon’s attention. His was on the purple-eyed Guard with dark eyes traveling Elakdon’s body. The fact that Nil-Savadin had kept his identity a secret hadn’t escaped his attention, though, and he wondered where she was going with it.

  Having spent a few days in bed with her, he’d learned that she was quite the playful spirit when she was given the room to be.

  “There he is.” Foldon pointed across the circle.

  “Go get him and have him meet us inside.” The Queen stood, and the Guard quickly followed suit, reaching for Elakdon to pull him to his feet. He pulled Elakdon close as they walked back to High Father’s Hall, and Elakdon noticed Nil-Savadin’s grin as she glanced at them.

  “Who’s this Styrk?” the Guard asked.

  “He’s one I will thoroughly dose over the next week. A green-eye who has a
pparently caught the eye of the young Prince.”

  Elakdon felt grateful for her observant eye and that she would choose someone to strengthen that thoroughly for his sake because he was sure it was to keep Elakdon’s energy rising that she strengthened the Incubus that Elakdon most often took to his bed.

  They made it inside, and the Guard didn’t waste time getting Elakdon’s clothes off. The dark purple eyes made Elakdon’s cock stand hard and ready, and the Guard groaned as he grabbed the erection and pumped it slowly.

  “Yeah, this is why I love red-eyes. Your hunger makes you so eager.”

  “Also Changelings?” Elakdon asked.

  “Depends. Also Halflings. They can be a bit reserved, but you are pure, I can tell.”

  “No, Halfling.”

  “Really?” The Guard pulled back, looking baffled. Then he grinned and dove in for a hungry kiss, and Elakdon lost himself in the neediness of the Incubus’ touches. He felt desired, and the need to receive every touch and caress made him relax into the Incubus to be manipulated physically at his will.

  Something got knocked over, and Elakdon felt the hard surface of the longtable against his back, hands all over his front, and a beard tickling his chest as lips closed around a nipple.

  “You always seem to end up on a table.”

  Elakdon laughed at Styrk’s comment.

  “You will, too, because I will dose you now,” the Queen said. “And thoroughly for the next week.”

  “Yes, Nil,” Styrk stuttered. “Thank you.”

  “Take me on the table next to them.”

  “Yes, Nil.”

  Styrk sounded breathless, yet Elakdon stopped paying attention to them and focused solely on all Dendon had of plans for Elakdon’s body and pleasure. Dendon’s mouth closed around Elakdon’s cock, and a finger pressed into his ass, coaxing a long groan from him.

  “Sweet sounds,” Dendon whispered, lavishing Elakdon’s cock with his tongue, while he slowly eased his finger in and out. His movements were so slow that Elakdon was losing his mind from the gentle touch, yet there was no doubt that the slow torture was a part of what the Guard loved. Energy traveled to Elakdon’s spine as he lay back passively and let Dendon toy with his body and sensations. Yet, as the second finger snuck in, and Dendon didn’t increase the intensity, the slow build became too much, and Elakdon cried out in need, fisting his hair.

  “Oh wow, and I haven’t even dosed you yet.”

  But the only stimulation the Guard added was a gentle massage of Elakdon’s balls and a soft tongue tip dipping into the tip of Elakdon’s cock.

  “By the gods, hump me already!”

  Dendon laughed loudly. “I see a young red-eye who needs to work on control. Don’t worry, I’m a competent teacher.”

  The grin was almost sadistic as the Guard leaned in and locked their lips together in a deep kiss. Then the sweetness of the dose spread in Elakdon’s mouth along with the heat that instantly spread throughout his body, warmed every limb, and brought down a wave of intense need to be filled.

  “Oh, you evil Queen!” the Guard shouted.

  Nil-Savadin laughed loudly. “Fight that dose, Nol-Elakdon,” she finally said.

  Elakdon whimpered and tried to keep his hands off himself, yet the slow building stimuli he’d been subjected to had already toyed with his mind. And that dose was strong. Nothing like the Queen’s of course, but she hadn’t exactly held back when empowering him, and only Mother had tried to teach him.

  Dendon got off on that part, which was probably why he loved red-eyes so much, so Elakdon felt determined in his fight against the mind-numbing need to get humped in earnest. Finally, he raised his head and locked gazes with the Guard, and he was staring in rapt attention, his mouth open, and his breathing labored.

  A grin spread on Elakdon’s face, and Dendon groaned. He then shoved his fingers back into Elakdon’s ass and continued the slow stretch thus adding to the torture Elakdon was being subjected to. Because that slow and gentle touch was torture when pumped full of a dose that strong.

  Elakdon laid back again, closed his eyes, and focused on overriding the impulses to touch himself to get the much-needed release that he already knew wouldn’t slake any of the insane lust

  “You’re doing very well, My Prince,” Dendon said. “Will you allow that I continue teaching you this?”

  “Yes,” Elakdon managed in a gasp. He looked up at the Guard looming over him. “You love it, don’t you? You are a bit mean that way.”

  The Guard’s fingers stopped, and he gaped.

  “A necessary evil.”

  The twitching smile didn’t escape Elakdon’s fuzzy mind. Once the Guard slowly withdrew his fingers, Elakdon let his head fall back onto the table, gripping the edges to keep himself anchored somehow while the minute movement sent fresh waves of need through his body.

  Finally, he screamed from frustrations.

  “Yeah, that’s good,” the Guard said, and Elakdon finally felt the round head of a cock against his opening. “Now relax for me.”

  Evil, evil Guard!

  But Elakdon tried to do as instructed, and his breath hitched as the head slipped inside. The short-lived sting of the bulbous head sent a fresh wave of pleasure through his system as it had been deprived of the necessary stimulation for so long, and he almost came from it.

  “Yes,” Dendon whispered, holding still. “Keep fighting for control, My Prince.”

  And Elakdon did, his entire body shivering violently, whimpers being coaxed from him even when he tried to hold them back.

  Finally, in one long and slow movement, the Guard pressed inside until Elakdon felt Dendon’s pelvis against his ass and the cock fill him.

  Again, the Guard held still, and Elakdon rotated his ass to get more. “Fight the urge to take over. You being the Royal makes that even more important.”

  Since the energy stopped moving to and filling up his spine with the lovely tingling sensation, the Guard was right, but Elakdon was almost so far gone in need that he didn’t care. Yet, the mention of him being a Royal, and that it was thus more important, made him dig deep for all his stubbornness and hold still.

  Again, energy moved over his body and back to his spine. Finally! He had something to focus on other than his ragingly hard and leaking cock screaming in unison with his asshole for friction. He had the Guard’s pleasure to focus on.

  “That’s it, that’s good, My Prince.” And Dendon slowly pulled all the way out, the sensation of the dick leaving his body sending another jolt through Elakdon’s system.

  The Guard kept teasing him that way, and not even the grunts from the ones humping on the table next to them made an impact in Elakdon’s mind, as he focused fully on the sensation of being empty and slowly filled.

  “Very good!” the Guard whispered hoarsely.

  The steady rhythm left Elakdon able to float away in the feeling of energy traveling to his spine, and it felt warmer and warmer. But the next time he felt the Guard’s cock leave his body, a mouth descended upon his cock and took him in deep.

  Elakdon cried out in ecstasy, but then the cock filled him up again, a bit faster than the torturously slow thrusts from before. Then the cock left him again, and a mouth descended upon his cock.

  He raised his head and looked at what was happening to his body, and Dendon continued pushing all the way into Elakdon, then withdrawing to plunge his mouth down onto Elakdon’s cock. He continued like that while Elakdon gasped and twitched at the two so different sensations, and he didn’t know whether the Guard was upping the pace or if his mind was simply screwing with him under the onslaught of such intense and diverse pleasure.

  Didn’t matter. So much happened, and it built in his body, making him lightheaded and warming every muscle. He’d never experienced pleasure like that.

  Suddenly, the energy to his spine picked up the pace, and he finally determined that the Guard had indeed picked up his pace.

  The alternating pleasure suddenly stopped, and five d
eep thrusts into his ass sent the energy in his spine crashing to his pelvis, and Dendon came, hard. Elakdon followed on that wave, crying out from the intensity of the orgasm that suddenly rolled over him, leaving him a quaking mess on the table.

  “By the gods!” he shouted and wrapped his long legs around the Guard to not remove his dick anytime in the near future, while his body kept spasming as wave after wave kept crashing over him. And then he orgasmed again.

  “Yes!” Dendon shouted victoriously, his hands rubbing Elakdon’s body all over while the waves ebbed away until they could only be felt in the muscles spasming in his cock and ass, making him feel impossibly full.

  Dendon groaned loudly, his head lulling back and forth on his shoulders. Finally, he looked at Elakdon with a self-satisfied grin on his handsome face. “Do you still think me mean, My Prince?”

  “No. I think you put the godlike qualities into our race’s sexual reputation.”

  The Guard laughed loudly and leaned over Elakdon to stare into his face. “But you’re right, My Prince. I do love the whole play of manipulating a dosed body, but never have I felt what I did with you. Never have I lost a dose to someone while manipulating their pleasure for the first time. It takes care and time to learn a body’s way of taking my pleasure to the heights you just did.”

  Elakdon smiled.

  “You finally learned the spinal energy, didn’t you?” Nil-Savadin asked.

  Elakdon just nodded, too tired to utter more words. His legs no longer held the strength to hold the Guard close to him, so he let them fall, happy that Dendon caught them and placed his feet on the bench. But he missed the feel of the cock filling him out.

  He felt parched, but his body had no plans of cooperating, it seemed. All he could do was lie on the table, heaving for air, and feel how his body tried to come down after the epic orgasms, but one muscle did work. His smiling muscle, and it felt like a goofy one spreading on his face.

  Styrk chuckled. “I see I have a few things to learn to please you in the future, My Prince.”

  “Oh, no, you bring something entirely different to the table.” He opened his eyes as he realized the pun. Then he giggled.