The Gods' Games Volume 1 & 2: Graphic Edition (The Gods' Games Series)

by Quil Carter

  “Yes,” Erick said simply. He walked over to a bowl of water kept on a dresser by the door and dipped a cloth into it. “Dashavian red wine.”

  Sweeny nodded and ran to his chambers where the good wine was kept. He had to take a deep breath when he was in there and found himself pushing down on his penis which had started to harden. He closed his eyes and cursed himself as he pressed it down, glad at least that the style of trousers he wore was always baggy.

  He poured a bottle of wine into the silver pitcher then a glass for the king, and exited his room, though he knew he was blushing badly from the state his body was in.

  The king took a drink of the wine and closed his eyes as if to savour it. “I feel better now,” he said with relieved breath. “Nothing snaps you out of a terrifying situation then getting to mutilate and murder a pig lord.”

  Sweeny dared himself a small smile. “You were amazing, Your Grace.”

  “You were not bad yourself, squire,” Erick said with a wink.

  Sweeny felt like his head was going to burst from the heat that filled it. He looked away from King Erick and put the pitcher down. When he looked back up he saw Erick was still looking at him intently, the goblet of wine held elegantly in his hand.

  Erick took a long drink of the wine and handed him the goblet. “Take a drink.”

  For a moment Sweeny looked at him with surprise. Never had he been offered to drink from Erick’s own goblet – no one had ever been.

  Sweeny took it with shaking hands and took a drink, the floral but also coppery taste of the Dashavian red wine filling his taste buds and coating his mouth.

  Then he felt Erick grab the hard penis between his legs. He gasped and almost spit out the wine, but managed the swallow it.

  “I thought I saw an outline of something curious…” The heart still centered in Sweeny’s head turned into a roaring inferno as Erick whispered this. He lowered the goblet, his eyes wide. Every part of him wanted to shift away from embarrassment but he was trained to let his king do as he will with him. “What makes you aroused for me?”

  Sweeny gasped and let out the smallest of cries as Erick grabbed the head of his penis through his linen trousers. He rubbed the tip with his thumb, sending an intense wave of pleasure through him.

  “You – you acting so kingly,” Sweeny said, his voice a higher octave under Erick’s touch. He had never felt more submissive towards him, more willingly vulnerable. It was like Erick’s touch was its own collar around his neck; he wanted to be claimed, owned, dominated. “You are so powerful – you are so deadly and I… I love it.”

  Erick lowered his head and kissed Sweeny’s neck. Sweeny looked down and watched as Erick put both hands to the sides of Sweeny’s trousers and pulled them down. His penis, fully hard with the tip half out of its sheath, was exposed, surrounded by a gathering of dark public hair with the occasional red strand.

  Erick took it into his hand and pulled the sheath back, Sweeny let out a small moan and felt his breathing start to become heavy.

  “Have you ever been touched before, squire?” Erick whispered into his ear, the hot breath tickling around his ear and neck making his body shiver.

  “N-no,” Sweeny gasped as Erick started stroking his penis back and forth, his other hand travelled up the side of Sweeny’s neck. “N-never.”

  “Are you pure?”

  “Yes…” Sweeny groaned. His knees were going weak, he needed to sit down or he was afraid he was going to faint. It felt like it was too much for his body to handle at that moment. “I… I’ve never even kissed an elf be-”

  The hand on Sweeny’s neck cupped his chin and with that, Erick’s lips pressed against his.

  Sweeny’s legs shook as Erick kissed him, the king, his master’s lips separating against Sweeny’s own. Automatically, praying it was what he was supposed to do, Sweeny opened his own lips and pressed back.

  Then he felt a tongue test itself against his teeth. Sweeny greeted it with his own and, forgetting himself completely, he put a hand around the back of Erick’s head and brush his fingers through his hair. He traced his tongue along Erick’s and felt his king’s pointed Dashavian tongue run against his own.

  Erick pulled away, his own breathing now laboured. He closed his eyes briefly and took his hand away from Sweeny’s throbbing penis.

  Sweeny watched as Erick turned around and walk away from him. For a moment he thought it was over, and that was as far as it was going to go… until Erick slid his trousers off of him, making him entirely naked, and got onto his bed.

  Erick slid himself onto his back and Sweeny saw he was also aroused. He then shifted himself to the front of the bed and gave Sweeny a questioned look.

  “Why are you not following me, squire?” the king asked curiously.

  Sweeny’s mouth parched. He walked over with his legs trembling and wobbling, and started unbuttoning his linen shirt. He dropped it onto the floor and climbed onto the bed naked, and immediately kneeled in front of Erick.

  Sweeny bit the bottom of his lip and gazed up at his king. When he made eye contact however his gaze downturned and a blush came to his cheeks.

  “I’d like to finish where we left off, Your Grace,” Sweeny said, trying to hide the shyness he was feeling and the fear of what he was going to attempt next. His entire body was roaring with so much heat it was making his body shake.

  And Erick sensed this, he looked Sweeny up and down. “You’re trembling like a leaf caught in a winter wind. You’re terrified, aren’t you?”

  Sweeny flushed at his emotions being called out so directly. The side of his mouth raised in a smirk and, to his further embarrassment, Erick laughed when he put a hand to his mouth and turned away.

  Erick grabbed Sweeny’s hand and withdrew it from his mouth. “You’re so cute. I’ve never told you how cute you are, have I?” Erick kissed Sweeny’s lips, then he grabbed onto his backside and pulled him forward. The two of them fell backwards, Sweeny falling right between Erick’s separated legs.

  “N-no… never,” Sweeny said, blushing. He looked down and bit the corner of his cheek, then gently took Erick’s penis into his hand. “Is there any trick to it?”

  “Have you ever seen it be done?” Erick asked.

  Sweeny shook his head, slowly running his hand up and down the shaft. It was hot in his hands and quite a nice size. “Never… I just know… you lick it and put your mouth around it.”

  Erick shifted away from him. “Sit down…” he said, his voice suddenly dropped. “Lean back.”

  Sweeny’s breath caught and his ears burned and throbbed like they had their own heartbeat. He did what Erick said and couldn’t hold back the small moan of anticipation when Erick separated his legs and exposed Sweeny’s hard penis; the tip of it now red and swollen from anticipation.

  “E-Erick…” Sweeny stammered. “M-my king… I don’t want to… I don’t want to… you know. S-so soon…”

  “You’re eighteen, love, you’ll be just fine in ten minutes.” Erick took Sweeny’s penis into his hand and with his tongue, he ran it up the slit and pushed the pointed tip into the small hole. Sweeny’s mouth opened with a shuddered gasp and he looked down to see the pink head disappear, before he felt an overwhelming rush of pleasure as Erick’s tongue caressed and lapped it.

  “Oh… oh gods,” Sweeny moaned as Erick started sucking on the head. He once again felt like he was going to pass out from the intense feeling burning him alive. There was so much tension and pressure going through him it made him feel anxious, but at the same time he wanted to plead for Erick never to stop.

  Erick’s lips took in Sweeny’s entire length and he could feel the head of his penis hit the back of his throat. To his embarrassment his hips automatically jolted towards the confined space, the feeling of his shaft enclosed tightly around Erick’s lips bringing out all of his male instincts.

  Erick’s mouth slowly drew itself up until his lips closed over the head again and he broke the seal. “See? It’s not that difficult
, just watch your teeth and use your tongue.” Erick raised a hand and clasped the shaft, then put his mouth over the head again. He started sucking on it as his hand stroked and caressed the twitching flesh.

  Sweeny let out a cry as the hypersensitive crown was lavished with attention. He felt himself brush the fringes, the intensity bringing him to the edge of finishing even though he was trying to fight it with all his might.

  Erick withdrew his mouth again and chuckled. “Okay. I won’t tease you anymore. But I’ll have you know… I was a pro at this in my old world.”

  Sweeny groaned and wiped his hand down his face as Erick stood up. Then, without even responding, Sweeny pushed Erick down onto his backside and got down on his knees.

  Sweeny put his mouth over the tip like Erick had just done to him, and gave it a generous suck, his tongue cradling the head before he softened it and moved it from one side of the slit to the other, then down to the soft curved rim that formed the crown. There was no hesitation this time; even if he still barely knew what he was doing Sweeny knew enough, and the sounds that Erick made while he licked and lapped him told Sweeny he was doing it right.

  It was challenging to get it all in his mouth and keep his teeth out of the way, there was definitely a technique to it, but soon Sweeny found his stride and also began to find his confidence.

  “Very good,” Erick moaned. His eyes were closed and his body relaxed. Sweeny hadn’t seen him this relaxed and content in weeks and weeks. He felt a swell of pride inside of him that he was the one to make his king feel this way. He had been so stressed and depressed, if this was what was needed to make him finally relax Sweeny would do it all day and all night.

  Sweeny ran his tongue up and down the shaft before sucking on the head, trailing his tongue along the hole to see if he could gather any of the bitter-tasting liquid that he’d find every few minutes. He didn’t know what it was but it would come out of his own whenever he was aroused for a long period of time.

  However this time when he gathered it, Erick took in a sharp intake of breath, and Sweeny felt his penis tighten in his mouth. “Suck on the head like that, run your hand up and down the s-shaft… don’t stop… don’t stop.”

  This brought on a jolt of excitement. He knew what was going to happen next. Sweeny did as he was told and started devoting all of his attention on the crown, running his hand up and down the shaft making the skin of his sheath gather at his lips before being pulled back down.

  Then the king’s moans started to become close together and his breathing quickened until he was almost panting. Sweeny opened his eyes to see Erick’s black claws dig into the sheets and in response to that he picked up his pace.

  Suddenly a spurt of thick, warm seed shot out of Erick’s penis, half of it inside of Sweeny’s mouth and the other half on his upper lip and cheek. The surprise of it made Sweeny pull back and as he did he saw a second spurt shoot up into the air and land on Erick’s pale and sweaty chest like pearls.

  Sweeny put his mouth back over it and felt a third, less powerful burst of it coat his mouth. It wasn’t the most pleasant of tastes, it was bitter and tangy, bits of it thick but others liquidy, but it came from Erick, his king, so he swallowed every bit of it that went into his mouth.

  Erick pulled away with a groan and put a hand on his forehead. Unable to stop himself Sweeny leaned down and started to lick the seed that had landed on Erick’s stomach and on his dark strands of public hair.

  Erick wiped a hand down his face and looked at Sweeny kneeling in front of him, seed down his cheek and lips.

  “Get one of the glass tubes of massage oil,” Erick said, his chest heaving.

  Sweeny nodded, his own breathing ragged just from the energy it took to satisfy his king. He did as he was asked and brought back a purple glass bottle of fragrant oil he’d used to massage Erick before.

  “Sit down, lean back…” Erick gasped, his penis was half-stiff now, but the hunger Sweeny saw in his eyes told him he wasn’t near done. “Have you ever put anything inside of you?”

  Even though the atmosphere in the room was alive with lust, Sweeny still blushed. “I… I have.”

  “What was it?”

  “Just my fingers… I wanted to save anything else for… you know, my first ti-”

  “Show me what you did.”

  Sweeny took in a shuddering breath and poured some of the massage oil onto his hands. Even with what he and Erick had done already he started to feel shy as he leaned back and separated his legs.

  But the hungry look that Erick was giving him was quickly banishing the coy feeling. He lowered his hand and pushed his backside up and started nudging his hole with his oiled fingers.

  Erick nodded and started stroking himself. “Separate your legs more, let me see.”

  Sweeny bit his tongue between his teeth and fully exposed himself. Then, with a short gasp, he pushed his middle finger inside of him. He closed his eyes and bit harder and started sliding it in and out of himself.

  “That’s it,” he heard Erick whisper, “just like that. Is it tight?”

  “Y-yeah,” Sweeny gasped. To see just how tight he could get himself he clenched his hole around the finger and pushed the digit in deeper.

  After doing this for several minutes, he opened his eyes and inhaled sharply when he saw Erick stroking his now fully-erect penis just inches away from him.

  When he saw that his eyes were open, Erick took his hand away and got to his knees. He leaned forward and pushed Sweeny down onto the bed and kissed him deeply, their tongues once again joining.

  “Take me…” Sweeny gasped when their lips separated. “Please… take me.”

  Erick traced a hand down to his backside and played with the hole with the knuckle of his finger. He shook his head and kissed the corner of his lips. “A proper highborn waits until his wedding night. I will not take you, you’re not mine to take.”

  “I’m yours,” Sweeny said. He wrapped his arms around Erick’s back and kissed him. “I’m yours, every inch of me is yours. I want no one else. I want it to be you.”

  Erick swore and pulled his lips away. He took the bottle of oil but Sweeny already had it in his possession. Erick cupped his palm and Sweeny poured a generous amount into his hand, which was then rubbed onto his swollen, rigid shaft and around and inside the squire.

  “This will bind us…” Erick said cautiously.

  “I am already bound to you,” Sweeny whispered. Then his mouth opened and his eyes shut tight. He grabbed onto his knee and pulled his leg back as Erick, with his hand holding his penis below the head, pushed it against Sweeny’s opening.

  A cry sounded from the hibrid, every pointed tooth visible as his face tensed from the pressure of Erick trying to enter him. He clenched his hands into fists, his claws extended and digging into his palms, before he let out a nervous whine.

  Then a sharp cry, bordering on a scream, as Erick broke in. The pressure was intense and the pain like a ring of fire tightening inside of him. Sweeny looked down and watched as Erick’s length disappear inside his body, the pressure leaving him out of breath and gasping.

  He let his head drop back down onto the bed and looked up. He saw Erick, his eyes closed and his chest heaving, give out a moan of pleasure.

  It was such a tight fit and it was painful, but the pain was numbed by the reality of what they were doing. Sweeny was in the king’s bed with the king himself on top of him; he was having sex with him, right now.

  This is unreal. Sweeny drew Erick in for another kiss and held his knees. Erick kissed him back and, with small grunts and moans, he started moving his hips.

  “Tell me if it’s too much,” Erick said through gasps. “I’ll stop. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “It’s starting to feel good already,” Sweeny whispered to him, then let out a moan at a particularly hard thrust. “I can’t believe we’re doing this!”

  Erick opened his eyes. Oh, did he ever look beautiful in that moment. His black hair was falling
over his flushed face, his red eyes shining and brilliant and such a contrast against his pale skin. Sweeny decided in that moment he was the most handsome elf in all of Elron.

  Erick smirked and stroked Sweeny’s hair back. “You’re making me do this. You practically begged me.” He leaned in and started licking and kissing Sweeny’s neck. “Nyte is going to be pissed at me.”

  Sweeny giggled but moaned again. The pain was fading and each thrust was starting to make more tension grow. He found himself closing his eyes and relaxing himself as he felt his king move inside of him. He didn’t know if this would ever happen again, so he decided to relax and memorize every moment.

  And soon his own penis started to stiffen again, though Erick was too close to him to be able to touch it. It didn’t matter, he loved feeling Erick’s clammy skin pressed up against his body, and his king’s hard shaft thrusting in and out of him. He was slow at first, slow but sharp jabs, but as time went on and the pleasurable smouldering inside of him grew, he picked up his speed. The slow yet sharp jabs turned into intense thrusts and soon there was no talking between them, just moans and gasping breaths in rhythm with each other, and cries that spilled freely from Sweeny’s lips.

  Then Erick moved Sweeny to his side and directed him to hold his knee back. He penetrated him again and started thrusting harder this time. Sweeny greeted the speed with a cry and held his knee back to allow Erick more room. The thrusts now coming quickly and steadily and as such his cries did too. Not only that, the burning tight binds that seemed wrapped around his own penis contracted and he started to feel his pleasure reach its threshold.

  And quickly. Sweeny gasped and grunted and opened his eyes. He looked down at his penis and saw it rigid, not only that, it had a bead of clear liquid on the tip and a drip that was sliding down the folds of his sheath.

  Then he looked up at Erick and saw that his eyes were closed. He was right above him, his face tense in concentration and his teeth clenched with his lips peeled back like a snarling dog. He was grunting and pushing madly into him, with a speed that filled the entire room with the sounds of their skin smacking against one another’s.