History of Beauty

by Meraki P. Lyhne

  Lost in the throes of building passion, Elakdon moved around to feel more of Randr against him, not being mindful of his injuries before Randr groaned in pain.

  “I’m sorry,” Elakdon whispered against his lips, moving off him again.

  “Don’t be,” Randr whispered, kissing Elakdon hard and rolling onto his side to press himself flush against Elakdon. Their hard cocks made contact, and Elakdon moaned in delight and rutted against the hard length pressed against his own.

  Randr pulled back to kiss down Elakdon’s neck, and he moaned at feeling desired.

  But something was off. He couldn’t feed from the human body, yet everything was so wonderful. He loved the feel of Randr. He loved his company, his silence, his…

  Elakdon gasped as he finally figured it out.

  He was in love with the human.

  The need to feel their lips locked again, to taste him, won out, and Elakdon pulled back and guided their lips to meet each other in a sloppy kiss.

  He wanted him. He wanted Randr, and the need was felt deep inside him. The dose felt warm in Elakdon’s mouth, and the surprised cry from Randr was soon replaced by a needy whimper and a hand working between them to get Elakdon’s clothes out of the way.

  And that’s when Elakdon realized what he’d done. He had to dose him thoroughly to change him. To empower him, so he held onto Randr’s head and dosed him again, then again and again.

  Nausea took over, but Elakdon had to see it through. He had to empower Randr now that he had accidentally begun the change.

  To help it along, Elakdon released a dose in his own ass to prepare it for a penetration that was without a doubt going to be rough since Randr had no way of fighting the strong doses. Elakdon tried to prepare himself for that entry while Randr fought through the pains from his injuries to sooth the mind-numbing need for release that Elakdon had sprung on him.

  The nausea got worse, and Elakdon grew lightheaded. Then Randr pushed inside him, and the pain of the sudden penetration took his mind off how queasy he felt. The human he loved was making love to him, after all.

  The pain subsided, and pleasure of the thrusts took over. But then nausea rose more steeply, and thin saliva ran non-stop in his mouth.

  “Stop, Randr, stop.” But under the influence of that many doses, there was no stopping him. “Help!” Elakdon shouted.

  Randr whimpered. “What’s happening?”

  “I’m sorry,” Elakdon whispered. He turned his head and threw up just as someone burst through the makeshift walls around Randr’s bed.

  The weight of Randr’s body left Elakdon’s, and a pained scream erupted.

  “Be careful with him,” Elakdon urged. “He’s dosed. Please, help him.”

  “Dosed?” The Guard Lord put Randr on the bed. “He’s a Changeling! Receiver of male, come in here!”

  Nol-Plydon arrived, yet Elakdon was too busy getting out of the bed to double over and vomit on the floor again. “By the…” The old King continued in a different language, and by the tone of voice, Elakdon would guess he was cursing up a storm. But the King made it to Elakdon, and a cock found its way into his ass. Then the warmth of a dose spread, yet no lust followed. He felt more warmth spread in his ass, the old King holding Elakdon close to his chest. “We can’t feed on humans because they make us sick. This is human sickness, and it only hits Royals. Why would you even try being with him?”

  “I love him,” Elakdon whispered. “I’m in love with him.”

  Elakdon looked at Randr still writhing in pain and from the lust coursing through his broken body, and he felt even worse.

  “I will feed My Nol’s love,” a Guard Lord said, then climbed on top of Randr.

  It sounded like Randr was finally soothed, and as another dose made it into Elakdon’s system, lust finally spread. He gasped in relief as the nausea subsided, and he ground his hips to feel more of the cock buried in his ass.

  Pleasure finally spread.

  “Don’t worry, I can easily heal you from this human sickness,” Nol-Plydon said. “But we shall have words about this later.” Nol-Plydon left it at that and put his focus on showering Elakdon with physical pleasure that Elakdon would have wished was at the hands of Randr who in turn was being ridden by a Guard Lord.

  The old King was skilled, though, and he expertly manipulated Elakdon’s pleasure to heights in minutes. Nol-Plydon eased out of Elakdon and pushed him forward to half lie on the bed, heaving for air. He then stood and got back into his pants while Elakdon looked at Randr fisting the sheets as he was ridden to another orgasm.

  He looked hot like that, and Elakdon smiled. A Changeling. Soon, Elakdon could be with him then. Without getting sick from it. But first, he apparently had to be told off for his recklessness by the old King, and he did not look pleased with the situation as he left the enclosure.

  The Guard Lord stepped off Randr, then looked at Elakdon. He bowed his head, then left. So did everyone else, and Elakdon climbed onto the bed, looking at Randr still heaving for breath.

  “What happened?” Randr asked, sounding confused and scared.

  “I’m sorry, I lost control with you. You’re now an Incubus. You are now my people.”

  Randr looked at Elakdon, confusion overshadowing what should have been a wonderful bliss in the aftermath of shared orgasms.

  Madin came in and knelt next to the bed. “Randr, may I check your wounds?”

  “They hurt,” he whispered, moving his broken arm out of the way.

  “I’ll be back, I promise.” Elakdon left the enclosure, once again wrapping the skins around his body. He hated leaving Randr without answers, yet he’d gotten the most important answer, and Elakdon figured he needed a few minutes to understand what had just been said. Hopefully, Elakdon getting told off by the old King would leave Randr with the necessary time to contemplate things.

  Nol-Plydon, Nil-Savadin, and Father sat by the longtable when Elakdon made his way toward them. He took a seat and pulled the skins closer. Nol-Plydon looked angry, Father concerned, and Nil-Savadin looked sad, once in a while glancing at Nol-Plydon.

  “You were told that we can force a change in a human?” the old King asked.

  “Yes.”

  “And you chose someone so unappealing that he might never be able to feed?”

  That was definitely anger.

  Elakdon felt anger at the comment, too, yet he also knew that the old King was right regarding Randr’s appearance. It left Elakdon feeling downhearted. “I didn’t mean to.”

  “Then what urged you to try to dose a human?” Father asked. “What even urged you to lie with him?”

  “I…”

  “Oh, for Frig! The young Prince is in love,” Nil-Savadin groused. “Haven’t you seen the way he looks at the man?”

  “With Randr?” Nol-Plydon asked, gaping.

  “Yes,” Elakdon said. “I didn’t go to him to bed him, but to…to just sit with him.”

  Father’s eyes softened.

  Nol-Plydon merely looked puzzled. “He will always have trouble feeding.”

  “Then I shall always take care of him,” Elakdon said.

  “You don’t think your people and Fountain take up enough time?”

  “He is my people now.”

  “I think what Nol-Plydon is trying to tell you is that we live very long lives, Royals longer than any,” Father said. “Love doesn’t last that long, and then Randr will be in trouble. What qualities you fell for will not make the difference when he needs to seduce someone to feed.”

  Elakdon looked down.

  “Let the boy love,” Nil-Savadin said. “He is young enough to at least need to experience a real love before you two old farts destroy his hope.”

  “Had he not been a Royal, I would not have cared,” Nol-Plydon said. “The responsibilities he is to grow into in such a short time far outweigh his time for love.”

  “May I remind you that the human he loves is also the one man who managed to teach Elakdon to face his people in sh
ame, and the man managed that without many words. He taught the young Prince to seek honor purely by showing honor. If the young Prince is to learn to balance love and responsibility, I will not put it past the newly empowered to be able to do that, too!”

  Elakdon couldn’t help his smile at Nil-Savadin sticking up for them.

  “This does not mean that I don’t agree with how important it is,” Nil-Savadin continued. “And that I also agree with the fears that Randr will face trouble in his future.”

  Elakdon’s smile fell, and he nodded. “I know, Nil. I really didn’t intend on it, it just…”

  “Happens, yes,” she said. “Royals can lose a dose when eager, too.”

  Nol-Plydon sat back, still looking pissed. Then he sighed. “I shall thoroughly dose your love to give him the ability to alter the perception of himself once he grows stronger. That should at least give him a chance. But you get to suck all those doses out of him yourself.” He then stood and walked off.

  Father rubbed his forehead the way he did when displeased by a situation but finding silence to be the best way forward. Then he sighed. “Considering his looks, you have to bring him to Ting, and you having to feed both a newborn Fountain and him will slow our journey quite a bit. I even wonder if you will be able to ride a horse after riding their cocks that much.”

  “Ask Styrk to help with your Fountain,” Nil-Savadin said. “I’m sure Guard Lords will help with him, too.”

  Elakdon nodded, realizing just how badly timed his losing himself was. Randr was in no state to undertake a journey like that, and his body wasn’t ready to feed that much. “I have to go explain this to him.” Elakdon stood, but he didn’t move. He felt too horrified.

  “Come,” Nil-Savadin said, stood, and took his hand. “I will be there for you. I will help you.”

  “Thank you, Nil.”

  She merely smiled and took him back to Randr’s bed. He was alone, and the bandages on his body had been changed. The blue-eye Succubus had left again.

  “King, what happened? I know for a fact that I am not a Changeling.”

  “If you were never chosen, then how do you know?”

  “I was once. As a joke. A bet.”

  Nil-Savadin gasped. “How cruel.” She perched on the edge of the bed, looking at Randr. “Or maybe the young Nol here is not the only one who saw more in you. That is possible, you know. Especially since that Cubus must have found pleasure with you. Who was it? An Incubus or a Succubus?”

  “A Succubus, and she could feed from me. So how can he?” Randr looked at Elakdon. “How could the son with the purple eyes?”

  Nil smiled and looked at Elakdon. Was he allowed to tell? Either way, he had to explain something, so he rounded the bed and took a seat on the other side. He wanted to touch Randr. To hold his hand, but he wasn’t sure Randr wanted that.

  “I…”

  “As Royals, we may feed on all our people no matter their gender or how they feed,” Nil-Savadin explained. “We can even sway how when empowering.” She looked at Elakdon. “Like you did Foldon by being his first.”

  “You look ashamed, King. Is it because you now have someone unpleasing among you?”

  Elakdon looked up, his heart breaking at the tone. “No!”

  “Randr, he did it from love,” Nil-Savadin said, putting her hand on his chest.

  Randr looked at Elakdon, his jaws tightly chenched, his eye brimming.

  “It’s true,” Elakdon said. “I wake up every morning, and my first thought is hoping you’ll smile at me when you see me. I’ll round a corner, and I hope to catch a glimpse of you. That you sit by my table. That you…that you’re just there with me.”

  “You made me for yourself?”

  Elakdon squeezed his eyes shut. “Yes, but not on purpose. Your body is not yet ready to feed that much, and I will need to bring you to Ting to make sure you’re fed well. I fear I bring you more pain.”

  Randr reached out and took Elakdon’s hand. “I will suffer that for you, My King. I will always be there for you.”

  Elakdon held Randr’s hand to his forehead, trying to suppress his emotions, yet the calm in Randr’s gaze and voice as he spoke his promised broke down the last dam, and Elakdon sobbed. “And I for you. I’m so sorry that I lost control and put more pain on you.”

  “My King.” Randr let go of Elakdon’s hand and pulled him down to lie against him like when Elakdon had just woken up.

  “Oh, I should mention that you should wait with feeding on him until his headaches subside,” Nil-Savadin said in Cubi. “He can still poison you. I will dose you to clear it fast, but I cannot help with your lover.”

  She then stood and left them alone.

  “That was something about me, wasn’t it?” Randr said.

  “More about me, actually.” Elakdon tried to find the comfort he’d felt in Randr’s arms earlier, yet thoughts kept him from it. He did find a bit of peace in feeling Randr’s hand stroking his shoulder through the skins.

  “When the hunger starts to burn your skin, try to let someone know immediately so they can get me in time.”

  “I will. Don’t be sad.”

  “How can I not be? I forced this on you while you’re still hurt.”

  Randr chuckled. “The why by far outweighs the discomfort I will be in, My King.”

  Elakdon propped himself up to look at him. He then gently ran his fingers over the scar taking up half Randr’s face. “You can call me Elakdon.”

  “No, you don’t get it then,” Randr said, grinning. “You changed me because you are in love with me. So you are my King.”

  And Elakdon got it. He loved it. “Do you have feelings for me, too, or is it only my looks that please you?”

  Randr looked surprised at the question. “As little as you say I have thought about myself, then the fact that I am ugly has always been a fact. You are blessed with the beauty of the gods, yet you think that is all we see?”

  Elakdon shrugged. “It’s a fact that people lust for us because of our looks. It is what we are, and I never thought about it differently.”

  “Yet you wish to be more in my eyes because you are in love with me. I get it.”

  “It’s fine if you mainly like my looks.” Elakdon smiled. “We are vain enough for that.”

  “Is that the truth, though?”

  Elakdon thought for a moment. “As long as you like who I am, too, then yes.”

  “Oh. Well…I will make it a point to remind you always that you can be more. You can be the man strong enough to stand up and admit a failure and then show the courage and willingness to work on changing your mistakes. I greatly admire the man you are for that, and your looks had nothing to say then.”

  Elakdon smiled at the compliment. “You help make me strong.”

  “And my dashing looks has nothing to do with that, either. So we have something strong to build our love upon.”

  Elakdon snuggled back into the embrace, covering Randr with the skins, too. Finally, he felt that comfort again, and he enjoyed the silent presence of a man now belonging to his people.

  “Nol, your Fountain is up and…up.”

  Elakdon chuckled. “I’m on my way.” He got up and covered Randr with his own covers. “I’ll see you soon.”

  Randr nodded, smiling.

  Styrk stood in the doorway to Elakdon’s bedroom. “Father told me you might need my help with Foldon this morning.”

  “I do. And in the foreseeable future.”

  Styrk raised his brows in question, but now was not the time to admit his blunder.

  Foldon was still in Elakdon’s bed, stroking himself and breathing heavily from hunger.

  Elakdon felt his asshole to test if he was still somewhat open. Well, he was still slick, that was for sure. “My ass is full of Nol-Plydon’s dose. How long will that stay?”

  Styrk’s brows shot up again, this time from worry. “Uhm, longer if you are still prepared to take a cock.” Styrk reached around Elakdon and pushed a finger into him. �
��Well, that complicates matters a bit.”

  “Please, Ela.” Foldon grabbed Elakdon and pulled him to the bed.

  “No!” Styrk dove in after them, trying to get Foldon’s strong legs unfurled from around Elakdon’s body, while Foldon dry-humped his back.

  “Come on, Foldon, you get to hump me instead.”

  Elakdon’s body responded to Foldon’s hunger, and his cock stood hard and drooling while he wiggled in Foldon’s grasp, wanting to give him pleasure.

  “Oh, Ela, I will make you writhe on my cock in orgasm,” Foldon whispered, then twisted a nipple, making Elakdon gasp and arch his back to get more stimuli.

  “Yeah, I heard about that,” Styrk said. “Show me what you can do with your cock.” Styrk spat in his hand repeatedly and reached behind himself, apparently having given up on getting Foldon to release Elakdon. Styrk then turned around and stuck his ass in the air, still fingering it. “Come on, you hungry Cub.”

  Foldon released Elakdon and struggled out from underneath him. He then buried his face between Styrk’s ass cheeks, coaxing a groan from Styrk.

  “Elakdon, hump your House Brother.”

  “But you are an active pleaser,” Elakdon said, getting up behind Foldon. That perfect ass definitely needed a humping.

  “Yes, the energy will go to you. It was merely to help keep his newborn hunger in check. I will hump him, too, though.”

  Elakdon slipped a finger inside Foldon, and his Fountain whimpered against Styrk’s ass. He then pulled away and shuffled closer, still with Elakdon’s finger buried in his ass. He then sank into Styrk.

  “Lie down flat,” Foldon said, pushing at Styrk, who complied. Foldon straddled Styrk’s legs, opening his own ass up for more fingering by doing so. He then laid down on top of Styrk and ground his hips, and Elakdon stared in rapt attention at his back and ass muscles working. He was exquisite to look at. “Oh, more, more Ela, give me more,” Foldon gasped.

  Elakdon spat and pushed in another finger, working the muscle to take his girth soon.

  “Yeah, yeah,” Styrk moaned. “Oh, wow, I’m feeding!”

  Elakdon looked up in surprise. “From bottoming for a newborn?”