History of Beauty

by Meraki P. Lyhne

  He loved it when he was the one topping someone and giving it hard, and he loved when it was a fun roll with laughter and belly farts. Being a versatile feeder, as all Royals were, certainly took on just how diverse the use of that word was.

  High Father came to stand in the door to Elakdon’s wing of the house where he sat alone on the floor of the platform that would raise him to see everybody. Just like the platform that raised High Father during Ting.

  Elakdon had sat there, staring at the Yggdrasil that Styrk had made, hoping for some sort of epiphany.

  “Hi, Father. You have a plan. I know that expression.”

  “I do. Tomorrow morning, we leave for Ting at Earl Trygve’s house. I would like to feed you doses before that. I hoped to share your bed for many feedings tonight and during, hoping that even a Royal can be satiated enough to not need a feeding in the middle of Ting.”

  Elakdon chuckled, yet he didn’t know how his body would react if he didn’t feed for hours. He hadn’t tried going that long. The longest meant a hard-on, and when a Guard saw that, he ended up on the longtable with a cock in his ass and his mind lost in a dose before any of the hunger signs, burning every other newly Empowered’s skin, even showed up.

  But he remembered the pain he’d been through at High Mother’s House before they figured it out, and he hoped never to experience that again. With his Royal Guards around, there was no risk for that, though.

  He almost felt sorry for Foldon knowing he’d dump him in the same swamp of neediness and dizziness as he’d been under because the Youngling wouldn’t be as diverse in feeding and loving it no matter what. Nil-Savadin had already warned him that he wouldn’t be able to suck all those doses out of him alone, but the Royal Guard would help. They were the only ones allowed or others deemed as stable minded not to lose a dose in a Fountain.

  He still looked forward to empowering Foldon, though, and it gave him a sense of pride that he’d be the one. He also felt weird about the need to claim him, and the sense of not wanting anyone else to touch him seemed foreign to how he was raised, yet he’d felt…jealous if a Guard had looked at Foldon too long with dark eyes.

  “I would like that very much, Father.”

  For the first time ever, when looking at him, Father’s eyes grew darker. All Elakdon knew was that the Incubus fed on women, and his mother had always smiled when leaving his bed, but he had no idea what he’d be receiving or giving. When feeding on those who normally fed on women, it was always the toss of a coin. It could be totally different needs unearthed by Elakdon’s dose, yet he also knew that he had to dose Father to a point where his chin cramped, and then he had to empty another gland before it swayed someone that strong.

  They made their way to Elakdon’s, or rather Father’s, bedroom. On their way through the Hall, Elakdon caught his mother’s gaze, and she smiled at him, looking at peace. She looked glowingly wonderful as Father put his arm around Elakdon and silently led him to the bedroom.

  “It has been many years since I was with a man,” Father said, shrugging out of his cape.

  “What did you enjoy last time?”

  “I enjoyed being the bringer of pleasure, but with a Royal…I do remember.” A smile spread on his face. “But I will let you discover me.”

  That was a challenge put forth by more than one Guard so far, and it fueled a need deep inside Elakdon, making him horny like no other words. To discover a body…what could make that body quake?

  Having spent days discovering Nil-Savadin’s body had been an eye-opener. Looking at High Father undressing was not exactly new, yet the look of his body being revealed for Elakdon caused arousal unlike any he’d ever had watching Father undress to hump someone silly in the Hall. Not that he, as a Youngling, had seen a lot of that. Maybe on his way out since he wasn’t allowed around doses.

  Watching the man undress to be touched by no one but Elakdon was wildly arousing, and Elakdon drank in every contour of his chest as Father pulled his tunic over his head. He wanted to feel his skin under his hands, so he closed in, keeping an eye on Father’s eyes and expressions.

  As Elakdon’s hands made contact with his chest, Father snapped for breath, his eyes darkening further.

  “Do you ever dream of empowering someone from your own House even though you know they are for another High Mother or Father?”

  “All of you. I care for you during your upbringing, and even though I’m known for being a hard man, I care deeply for each and every one of you.” He raised his hands to slide them across the expanse of Elakdon’s chest, his gaze following his hands. “I watched you grow.” Father looked up at Elakdon with such tenderness. “I don’t even know if you remember sitting on my lap as a young Cub, and I taught you to tie a ruse.”

  Elakdon tried to remember, and something fuzzy came through. Was it because he fantasized to fill in the memory? But he remembered Father kneeling behind him at age…five? “You taught me to throw a horseshoe!”

  Father laughed. “I did, I remember that.”

  Elakdon stepped closer. “Did you fantasize about me as I grew close to the age of Empowerment?”

  “Oh, yes.” Father swept his arms around Elakdon and pulled him closer. “I come from a Kingdom where we were empowered to smell what they like. It never holds true with a youngling, your interests are so all over the place, and what fantasy that finally holds true might never be it. But you…since you grew into your manhood, you smelled different.” Father pulled him closer still, kissing up Elakdon’s neck. “I even tried to talk Mother out of taking you. I wanted to keep you.”

  “What fantasies do you have now that you have me in your arms?”

  Father pulled back to look into Elakdon’s eyes. “The sway of the Royal? I want to get lost in whatever you will give.”

  Elakdon cupped Father’s face and looked into his dark purple eyes. “I want to give you everything,” he whispered.

  A groan escaped Father’s mouth, warming Elakdon’s face.

  “You will not leave my bed with strong knees.” Elakdon then dove in for a kiss, and the energy traveled his body to guide him to keep his promise.

  Father felt hungry as he clutched at Elakdon, and they stumbled the last steps to the bed and toppled over.

  “Do you want what dose I have?” Elakdon asked.

  “Yes, please.”

  Elakdon dove in for a deeper kiss. Then he held his mouth still and released a dose. Father swallowed, and a blissful sigh escaped. So Elakdon continued, knowing his weak doses didn’t do much for an Incubus that strong. By the fifth dose, he pulled back with a pained grunt and massaged his chin as his tongue cramped up. But Father was definitely under the influence of the doses, yet it didn’t do more than up his horniness.

  Moving in for another heated kiss, Elakdon blindly worked their pants. He finally pulled back from the needy kiss to tug Father’s pants off. Then his own while staring into almost black eyes.

  When he’d finally freed all of Father’s body, Elakdon let his gaze travel him, zeroing in on a fat cock. That had to feel nice stretching him, yet that wasn’t happening. He’d have to settle for feeling the girth in his mouth.

  Grinning mischievously, Elakdon crawled around on the bed.

  Father gasped, laid back, and spread his legs. Elakdon found a spot kneeling between them and leaned in to lick up the fat length, getting a drawn-out groan in return. He loved that sound. He loved the audio when pleasing a body—every quiver racing through a body at his touch. And he loved the many different expressions the different touches could cause.

  As he focused on slowly increasing pleasure, Elakdon let the travel of energy guide his hands as he caressed everything he could reach. It rose steeply every time his hands neared Father’s ass or inner thighs, and Father kept pulling his legs back farther and hitching.

  Elakdon knew he was edging the old Incubus, and he loved having the power over the man’s pleasure.

  Harrodon was an Incubus always in control. Being able to give him a m
oment of peace from all that to merely bask in ecstasy seemed the pure goal of the Royal side.

  Finally, Father cried out from need. “Please, Elakdon, please,” he whispered, gasping.

  Elakdon spat into the cleft repeatedly and massaged Harrodon’s balls while slowly working a finger into him. The sounds being coaxed from Father at the slow stretch made Elakdon’s dick spit up a dollop of pre-cum, and Elakdon used that, too, to help his fingers’ entrance as he continued the stretch.

  Suddenly, Father clutched at Elakdon’s shoulders. “Please, I need more.”

  Elakdon climbed closer and positioned his cock at Father’s ass, pushing in slowly while admiring the expression of the man he was filling out. As he sheathed himself fully, the gasp made his cock jump, coaxing a long groan from Harrodon.

  “You need way more dose.”

  A cheeky smile spread on Father’s face, so Elakdon held still and released four in his ass, not willing to go for a fifth as he didn’t want a cramp in his ballsack at that moment. But the four doses helped lubricate as he pulled out and pushed back in, and nine doses in the strong Incubus’ body was definitely enough to cloud Harrodon’s mind and make him as needy as a red-eye under even a blue dose.

  That’s what Elakdon figured, anyway, and he even admitted that he felt weak for not being strong enough to Empower his overdue House Brother yet. But making Harrodon writhe and gasp under him from his doses was a high that sent a shiver of thrill through his body.

  Elakdon set a slow tempo, feeling out the energy while enjoying the sweet gasps and moans from Father. He loved every caress to his body, every lick of an earlobe, every finger digging into his back or ass, and every squeeze of legs to pull him into the warmth sheathing his cock.

  Father had said he wanted to get lost in everything Elakdon would give, and Elakdon wanted to give him everything. He wanted to get lost in the intimacy and this sweet side of a man he’d always feared a little bit.

  As a Cub, he’d always wanted to show Father that he was good at something. This was no different. But just as Elakdon started to feel a bit anxious about not being able to please Father, the trickle of energy to his spine made him relax and follow that flow. He kissed and nibbled and caressed every inch, finding Father particularly sensitive to the back of his thighs and he apparently loved being rubbed in circles on the skin between asshole and balls while being humped in long and slow strokes.

  That really sent energy flowing, encouraging Elakdon to chase after his own orgasm more vigorously.

  “Oh, yes, Ela, come, come,” Father urged in harsh whispers, tugging Elakdon against himself harder to urge Elakdon to pump into him harder. It was a blissful combination of need and pleasure met, and Elakdon’s orgasm tore through his system seconds before the energy to his spine peeked and crashed to his already overly sensitive and pulsating organ, making him cry out from the intensity.

  The sounds Father released were hot, and the blissful expression put Father in an entirely different category than how Elakdon had always seen him. He seemed…less, yet more. In a post-orgasm-foggy brain, Elakdon didn’t have the power of thought to figure out why. He didn’t even care why. He just knew that with the amount of energy that had crashed down his spine, Father’s knees had to be weak. Elakdon wasn’t going to comment though because Father had never appreciated bragging.

  Instead, Elakdon shuffled off Father but stayed close.

  “Oh, you keep your promises. I had planned on dosing you and riding you now. I’m not sure my legs will cooperate with me, though.”

  “I will not object to a few minutes in between. Maybe that way your legs will be shaking in the morning, too.”

  Father shuffled around, quickly, a challenging grin on his face. “Really? Let’s see.” He dove in and forced his tongue into Elakdon’s mouth. The sweetness of the dose spread momentarily, and Elakdon jerked and moaned. Lust took over, and he wasn’t even asked to fight it. Father straddled him, steered Elakdon into himself, and pushed back, giving Elakdon’s lust-craving mind exactly what it needed to keep detached from anything but the need.

  Chapter Fifteen

  As promised, Father looked worn the next morning as he sat up. He then groaned and leaned his weight a bit to the side.

  “Not used to someone there?” Elakdon asked, grinning.

  Father turned his head, slowly, grinning. He then shook his head. “A few women of this House do like to play there, though.”

  “I’m guessing those would be the active feeders?”

  “You’d be right. And you kept your promise, too. I will not be walking securely to the morning table.”

  Elakdon chuckled and got out of bed. He dressed faster than Father did, anxiously awaiting his reaction to Elakdon offering an arm. Would he think him a cheeky Cub?

  Father drew a deep breath and stepped toward the door.

  “Don’t think me cheeky, but…” Elakdon held out his hand.

  “You always were.” Father winked. “Thank you, but my pride will have to carry me to the table.”

  Elakdon nodded and gestured for Father to leave first, but the Incubus stopped at the door, waiting. “Even in my House, you are Nol.” He then bowed slightly, and Elakdon walked out first. He waited for Father, though, wondering how long it would take to get used to little things like that.

  With the Royal Guard around, it was easier. He was constantly watched. Plus, people acted differently around him—treated him differently. Not that they stayed away, but…

  The only one who hadn’t changed her ways was his mother. She still hugged him, still kissed the top of his head when he sat by the table where she could, since High Father’s chair didn’t allow for that.

  She’d always been a Succubus who could make the Cubs feel in the center and loved. He admired that about her. As her son, he loved her for it, but as a grown man, he admired that she did that for every child around, even the human kids if they came by with a parent willing to feed the Cubi.

  Elakdon stopped short, Father almost walking into him. He then noticed what was off. New faces, all purple-eyes, and their clothing stood out. He sought out Nil-Savadin, and she was talking to a golden-eyed man. The room felt different. Potent. And Elakdon got a boner.

  “Do you feel that?” Father asked.

  “My dick certainly does.”

  “Please leave my ass out of that. But that is the sensation of an old and strong Royal making sure everybody knows he’s here. He might even be doing that to summon you to him.”

  “Wow.”

  “Yes. Look at the other red-eyes. Anyone Empowered, in fact.”

  Elakdon scanned the room, and every red-eye’s eyes darkened from lust, while newly Empowered humped anyone. Especially Guards. It was a morning hump fest in one half of the hall, the other being occupied by anyone not empowered.

  “I hope he’ll hump me,” Elakdon said, squeezing his cock.

  Father snorted, but Elakdon was too busy getting to the epicenter of such a delicious feeling to hear any retort.

  “Nol-Plydon?” Elakdon asked as he closed in.

  The old King turned.

  “Good morning, young Prince,” Nil-Savadin said.

  That put a smile on the King’s face, and, to Elakdon’s dick’s regret, the delicious sensation simmered down.

  “Nol-Elakdon. I am so happy to be here and greet you on your early rise.” He cupped Elakdon’s head, then kissed his forehead. He let go and bowed his head a bit, meaning Elakdon had to stoop a bit to do the same as he was half a head taller. They then kissed on the mouth, and the old King stepped back, grabbing Elakdon’s shoulders.

  Elakdon felt a bit self-conscious as Nol-Plydon looked him up and down.

  “You’re a very tall Prince.” He then cupped Elakdon’s erection. “And a hungry Prince.”

  “Prince means young, so very.”

  The King laughed heartedly. “I would very much like to help you with that.” The gold in his eyes grew denser. “But you need human food. At least unti
l your eyes turn fully red.”

  “I thought it would be much later.”

  “Not for us. And that is very convenient since we need that end often.”

  Elakdon chuckled at the King’s expression. “I don’t think my body is in the mood for much more before this has been taken care of.” He stroked his newly awakened boner.

  Nol-Plydon rubbed his hands and looked at where Elakdon was stimulating himself. “I had hoped you would say that. I would like to taste you, though. Not dose you…yet, just taste you. And do dose me if you will.”

  “Having just left Father’s bed, I should wash up first.”

  “I will wait here.”

  Elakdon dashed off, praying for some warm water somewhere. He was a Prince! He could just ask for some. So he stopped a thrall. “Will you fetch me warm water and bring it to my quarters?”

  “Immediately, Nol.” The girl bowed her head and hurried off.

  “Good morning, son.” Windin stopped to kiss Elakdon on the cheek. “Did you and Father feed well?”

  “Very.” Elakdon couldn’t help the grin from spreading.

  She looked at High Father. “He does look more satisfied than usual. Keeping up with a Royal must be difficult.”

  “I think I am as hungry as a newly Empowered in general. Have you never had to keep up with one after your eyes became green?”

  “No, not solely. But I have shared one with another green-eye, and we were busy!”

  Elakdon chuckled, keeping his eye on the thrall. She carried a pot toward Father’s room, using wool mittens, so he figured it was for him. “Excuse me a bit, Mom, I need to wash up, and…the King will feed on me, just so you know.”

  “I have matters to attend to elsewhere, don’t worry.” She winked at him, squeezed his hand, and left.

  Elakdon hurried to the bedroom, the need to feed dimming as he left the presence of the strong King. One day, he’d be that strong, and he’d be able to induce such lust in a room. He looked forward to it.

  In the meantime, he hurried washing up, finding the water just a bit too warm for his liking, yet he was too eager to get back and be tasted. So he washed his groin and ass thoroughly, happy to hear that a red-eyed Royal could begin his fasting so soon. But he’d miss a lot of stuff, too.