Wulf, Tales of the Chosen

by Kayelle Allen

  Sobbing his release, Wulf came, his hot seed spattering his own chest and belly.

  "Oh yes, love." Luc wrapped a hand around Wulf's cock and pumped it until he drained him. "That's right," he cooed. "Come for me."

  Wulf trembled. He accepted his lover's kiss, wrapping his arms up and around him as Luc bent over to kiss him.

  Luc pulled back a bit. "You're so sensual. So open." He stroked a hand down Wulf's wet belly. "Look at you. Coming from having your nipples teased. You're going to be such a pleasure in bed tonight. I can't wait to get inside you."

  "Fuck me, Luc. Take me." He rained kisses all over his face. "Please, please take me."

  "I will love. Over and over. In good time." He pushed his fingers down Wulf's belly and into his thatch of curls, down underneath his sac.

  Sensitized from his climax, Wulf gasped. "Oh..."

  Luc cupped his hand beneath Wulf's balls and cradled them. "Your balls belong to me, love. Every time you empty these, it will be for my pleasure."

  "Yes, Master." He spread his legs wider. "All of me is yours."

  He bent to lap lazily at each nipple.

  Wulf sucked in a sobbing breath.

  "Your nipples belong to me." He kissed each one. "When I want them, you'll bare them for me."

  "Yes, Master."

  "Open your mouth for me, Wulf."

  He parted his lips, closing his eyes as Luc leaned down to kiss him.

  The sweet invasion of tongue sparked such heat inside him Wulf groaned. He arched his neck, head tilted back to lift his mouth.

  "Mmm, you're luscious, Wulf." Luc ran his tongue along the edges of his lips, pausing to stroke inside, along Wulf's tongue. "You taste so sweet to me. Your mouth is mine, love. When I want your mouth, I will take it. Any way I choose."

  Wulf nodded, too breathless to speak.

  "This mouth..." Luc trailed one finger along his lower lip. "This mouth was made to kiss me."

  "Yes, Master!"

  "And lick my skin."

  "Oh, oh yes."

  "This mouth is going to suck my cock."

  Moaning, Wulf bobbed his head forward. "Yes, Master. Yes."

  He slid one hand behind Wulf's head. "Kiss me, love."

  Cradled in his master's arms, Wulf pressed his entire body along Luc's, presenting himself like a gift.

  Chapter Twenty-three

  Resting alongside his master, Wulf Gabriel closed his eyes. Who'd have known a few days ago I'd be in the Harbinger's bed? And be happy about it? He turned on his side and snuggled against the man's chest. They'd made love for hours, each time in a different way, and Luc had yet to tire. Until the Sempervian sated himself, his eyes would continue to glow and he'd remain unable to see.

  "Are you ready, Wulf?"

  He opened his eyes. "Yes, Master. May I have some more water?"

  Luc held a crystal goblet for him. Wulf swallowed the cold liquid gratefully, finishing all of it.

  "If you're too tired, love..."

  Wulf set a finger against Luc's mouth. "Hush. I'm more than ready."

  "Are you sure? We--"

  "Shh." Wulf cut off his words with a kiss and pulled Luc over on top of him to complete it. "Believe me now?" Wulf stretched his arms above his head. "How are you going to take me this time?" The white glow of Luc's eyes provided no outward heat, no change in temperature, yet they made Wulf shiver.

  "What would you like?"

  "Something you like, Master. A position you don't use often?" Luc's sudden smile made Wulf laugh. "Oh, I think I'm in for it now."

  "Yes, you are." He rolled onto his back. "Get the lube."

  Wulf crawled toward the chest beside the bed and opened it. The racks inside held dildos and toys of all shapes and sizes. He withdrew a fresh tube organic lubricant Luc preferred.

  "On you, Master? Or me, this time?"

  "Me." He tucked his hands behind his head, a sensual smirk on his face. "Be generous, love. Remember where that's going."

  "Oh, I will!" He slipped the smooth gel over every bit of Luc's cock, from the base all the way to the tip. He'd been half-hard when Wulf started, but by the time he'd coated the cock thoroughly, his member stood at rigid attention.

  "Are you glad yet that I insisted on stretching you first?"

  "Ecstatic." Wulf kissed him. "It's been much better."

  "Straddle me, love." Luc held out his hands. "Hold onto me while you put my cock inside you."

  Wulf's knees felt like rubber, but he managed to put himself into position to begin sliding down. He'd been well stretched several times; now it was a matter of accepting the thick, wide shaft once more. He inched down it, legs shaking, leaning both his hands on Luc's upheld ones. Wide open, he lowered himself onto the heated shaft.

  When he reached the bottom, Luc's coarse thatch of curls tickled his anus. Wulf rested a hand over his abdomen; he could feel the hard rod inside him.

  Luc had his eyes closed.

  He tucked a strand of hair behind an ear. "Master?"

  Luc held up a hand and opened his eyes. "Basking in the feel of you, Wulf." He set his mouth in a placid smile. "The way you seem to love being penetrated, you'll enjoy this."

  Wulf squeezed the shaft inside him, making Luc flinch.

  "Here, love." Luc handed him two pillows. "Put them behind you." Bracing a hand on either of Wulf's hips, Luc held him still. "All right, love. Lean back until you're lying on flat on the bed with the pillows beneath your head."

  He made a choking laugh. "You're kidding. It'll break you in half and smash our balls together."

  "Not at all." He showed his teeth in a quick smile. "This is the Pelvic Tilt position. It's extraordinary." He offered his hands. "Hold onto me for balance."

  Wulf leaned back, aware of the hard shaft inside him. Luc rocked forward a bit, allowing Wulf the freedom to move. He cried out as the length and thickness of his lover's rod made his ass constrict. Luc gasped at the hard spasm, but continued to guide him. Wulf swept his legs out and lifted his knees a bit.

  "Very well done." Luc adjusted himself amongst the pillows.

  The entire length of the other's body lay before each of them, but little more than their fingers and genitals touched.

  "Relax, Wulf." Luc rested his hands on Wulf's thighs and then used them to tug him against himself. The intense pressure and fullness made Wulf pant, unable to speak. By flexing, Luc drove himself into him.

  Wulf flattened both hands against his abdomen as Luc rocked up into him. The hard rod inside him pressed against his palms. The length came up almost to his navel and in a different position, who knew how far?

  Wulf gasped as Luc sat up, changing the pressure. The man gripped Wulf's cock with both hands, sliding lube onto him as he worked his length. The spasms throughout his abdomen ignited afresh. Wulf didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

  Luc came inside him a moment later, ending the position for now. Wulf rose up on one elbow.

  The eyes still glowed. With a sigh, he fell back against the bed.

  After a shared shower, Luc insisted on feeding Wulf once more. McDoth delivered fresh plates and took away the used ones. Wulf gulped hot coffee and savored the warmth in his stomach.

  Luc removed the domed lid over a large plate. "Ah, this is just what the doctor ordered, my love. Come and taste these."

  A bed of purplish rock salt and crushed ice supported four large shells. Wulf sniffed. "It smells like that hot spice the Tyrans like."

  "Wasabi? Yes. The green, crumbly wet paste on top is a mixture of wasabi, lemon zest." He picked up one of the lemon wedges and handed it to Wulf. "Squeeze this over the top."

  "What's in the shell?" The lemon juice smelled tart, but when he licked his fingers, it was quite sweet.

  "Giant oysters." Luc lifted one of the shells. "Kelthian. Picked a few hours ago."

  "I've never had these before."

  "They're excellent. You'll want to chew them a bit, but they don't need much. Kelthian oysters are the finest in the empire." />
  "Okay." He accepted the shell from Luc. "How do I do it?"

  "McDoth already loosened them from their shells, so all you have to do is look for a good sipping point. A place where the shell is smooth."

  "Got it." Wulf turned the shell a bit. "Want me to help you?"

  "You can feed me, how's that?"

  "That would be a nice change." Wulf placed a kiss on his cheek. "Now what?"

  "Lift the shell to your lips."

  Wulf held it there.

  "Now, in one swift move, tip the shell up and slurp both the oyster and all its juices into your mouth."

  The smooth texture had a briny taste mixed with lemon and wasabi. Wulf shuddered a bit, but he chewed the oyster. As he did, the flavor of cucumber came to the fore. "Mmm." He swallowed and licked his lips. "After you get past the first bite, it's good."

  Luc reclined against the headboard. "My turn."

  Wulf chose the largest and turned it to face him. "Here you go. Ready?" He held it against Luc's lips. The man placed a hand beneath Wulf's and helped him tip it up.

  Luc chewed it, making appreciative noises. "Excellent." He patted a napkin over his mouth. "The fresher the better."

  They shared the next two the same way. Wulf wiped his mouth. "I've learned so much from you today. New foods, new positions, new attitudes."

  "I'm glad to hear it, love." Luc stroked his fingers up into Wulf's hair and drew him down for a tender kiss. "Lift the last domed plate. Tell me what you find."

  "Yum. There are small chunks of different melon and strawberries." He picked up the silver plate and placed it on the bed. "There are three small bowls of sauce in the center. Let's see what they are." He stuck a finger in one and licked it. "Honey." He dipped again and offered it to Luc. "Taste."

  The man stroked his tongue along the length of Wulf's finger. "Delicious."

  Wulf dipped into the second. "Mmm. A sweet vanilla crème. Taste." He touched Luc's mouth.

  He pulled Wulf's finger into his mouth, cheeks hollowing as he sucked. He released Wulf with a naughty smile.

  "Ooh. You're a dirty boy." Wulf tapped him on the nose. "I love that about you." Melted dark chocolate filled the third. Wulf dipped a strawberry into it, twirled it, and held a hand under it as he held it before Luc's mouth. "Taste this."

  Luc bit into it. The strawberry's juice dripped into Wulf's palm. Luc ate the fruit, then brought Wulf's hand closer and licked his palm.

  A hot shiver ran through him. "That's so sexy." He picked up another strawberry and twirled it. "Have another one."

  Luc licked Wulf's fingers clean afterward, then picked up a berry and dunked it in the vanilla crème. "Here."

  Wulf maneuvered himself to where Luc held it. He sucked the entire berry into his mouth, crushed it with his teeth, and leaned forward to kiss Luc.

  The mingled taste of vanilla, chocolate, and fresh strawberries had them licking each other's mouths. Wulf dunked a chunk of green melon into honey and dribbled it across the plate before he got one hand under it.

  Luc slurped the honey from his fingers. "Remember our first night together when I rubbed this all over your cock and balls and then licked it off?"

  Wulf shivered again. "Do I!" He leaned in and licked a bit of honey from the edge of his lover's mouth.

  They picked up melon simultaneously and each dipped it in a different sauce and fed each other.

  "Oh, fuck." Wulf threw himself against Luc, tossing him back against the headboard. "Want your mouth. Gotta have it." Wrapped around him, Wulf kissed with greedy enjoyment, licking and biting.

  Luc chuckled. "I adore the way you abandon yourself to passion."

  The feeling of being helpless to resist this man made Wulf's stomach flip-flop; an enjoyable exhaustion from constant desire to submit. They fed each other a few more bites and then Wulf put the tray back on the table and pushed it aside. With a companionable holding of hands, the two returned to the bathroom to relieve themselves and wash the stickiness off their fingers and mouths.

  "Now," Luc told him as they climbed back into bed, "there's a position I want to teach you that will likely take me to the top."

  "You mean you're close to seeing?"

  "Yes. Are my eyes still bright?"

  "Not as much." He turned Luc's head to one side. "I see some dark color."

  "Good! That means it's working." He pulled a few pillows down away from the head of the bed. "Lie on your back, head on the pillows, and pull your knees up to your chest."

  My ass will be permanently wide-open after tonight. Wulf grinned despite himself. But I'll finally know I can do this.

  Luc knelt and lubricated himself and Wulf. "I'm going to enter you a little at first." He made slow but increasingly firm thrusts. Once buried to the hilt, he paused and did not move.

  Wulf wiggled, urging him on, but Luc remained still. The feeling of being stretched wide by this huge, gorgeous cock drove lust straight through Wulf. He lay exposed to his lover's eyes and hands.

  "Fuck me, damn it!" He clenched his ass against Luc.

  Luc began to move, alternating long, slow strokes with hard, full-length thrusts that made Wulf cry out.

  Luc hooked his arms beneath Wulf's knees.

  Wulf clutched the bed as Luc began to pound into him, jarring him with each hard thrust. Every part of him inside felt the pounding rhythm. His master slowed, moved so he could lower his face, and touch his nose to Wulf's.

  He wrapped a fist around Wulf's cock and slid it down with painstaking slowness, moved back up the same way. Still kneeling, he released him, lifted Wulf's legs so his knees hooked across Luc's shoulders. His master leaned back, resting his weight on his arms. He rocked his hips forward, bouncing Wulf against himself.

  Whimpers filled the room, and it took a moment for Wulf to grasp that they escaped from his own mouth.

  Luc's face wasn't visible in this position. The hot stretch of the man's cock inside him made Wulf burn. He clenched his ass, buttocks atop Luc's groin.

  In response, Luc sat forward and gripped Wulf's ankles, dragging him upward. Wulf moaned, unable to silence his cries even by biting his knuckles. He tossed his head, beyond speaking.

  Luc held him captive, legs apart, plundering his hole with rapid thrusts that went on forever, until Wulf could bear no more. He sobbed true tears, resigned to being rammed mercilessly and pummeled, his ass torn apart. He felt the pain but without regret. It didn't matter. Wouldn't matter.

  Not if it gave Luc the ability to see.

  Luc let Wulf slide down and drop his legs apart, then leaned in closer, nose to nose. "Wulf. Open your eyes, love. I want you to see me."

  He sucked in a ragged breath, so battered he could barely comprehend. A pair of love-filled brown eyes stared back at him.

  "I've hurt you, Wulf. I'm so sorry."

  He couldn't yet speak. He trailed his fingers across Luc's face. His lover's eyes were clear and bright, the whites white, the browns a deep chocolate. He wiped a hand across his own eyes.

  "I can see." Luc withdrew and lay beside Wulf, cradling him. "Thanks to you."

  "How long does it last?"

  "A day at best."

  Wulf sobbed a laugh. "If you want to stay brown-eyed, Master, I'm afraid you'll have to find someone else to do it with for a few days."

  Luc chuckled. "One day is fine." He rolled over onto his back and reached for a bottle of beer. "Here. Sip this."

  Wulf took a long drink. The aftertaste seemed familiar. He drank a little more when it was offered.

  "That's good, love." Luc tucked the covers around him. "Now, I want you to rest and try to get some sleep."

  Wulf yawned. "Couldn't sleep if I had to. Want to look at you instead."

  "I'm right here, love." He smiled down into Wulf's eyes. "Can you see me?"

  He yawned again and let his eyes shut for a moment. Warm lips against his cheek made him smile. Wulf slept.

  * * * *

  Kelthia, Miraj City

  Guild District,
Thieves' Guild Academy

  Luc Saint-Cyr exited the Infirmary at the Thieves' Guild Academy. He'd overseen Senthys' first dose with Shackle, a powerful derivative of shenkel vole. A plant used on Tyris for purely medicinal purposes, slavers often dosed their human and not-so-human cargo with it to ensure docility.

  The lad should be far less trouble now. Luc could not afford to have the youth's intellect attacking his secrets. If Senthys deciphered information about Peril and Sempervians in general, and then let even one word slip--Pietas would have the boy for supper. Literally.

  No, far better to have him drugged and impotent for a few more years.

  In the Grand Master's office, Luc handed de Laney a small plastic case filled with pre-measured syringes. "There's enough Shackle here to keep Senthys compliant for the next six months."

  "I hate to do this to him, Luc." De Laney locked the box in a drawer of his desk. "But you're right. We can't risk him finding out you're a Sempervian. Pietas would take him apart, piece by piece, and the lad's far too smart not to figure it out unless we intervene."

  The Chosen of one of the other players of Peril, de Laney had been trained in the thieves' craft by Gnat and Flea. How ironic that the pair never knew the secret shared by both their patron and the one they sponsored.

  Luc offered a short bow to de Laney before taking his leave. Inside his hoversine, he shut his eyes and tried to rest for a few minutes.

  The drug in the beer would enable Wulf to sleep a few more hours. In the meantime, Luc headed across town to meet with an outworlder consortium seeking to market a new fuel source that would put crystal powered ships out of commission within fifty years. Possibly twenty. Just the sort of leverage he'd need for his next life.

  He'd not anticipated having the option of meeting with them. For whatever reason, they'd insisted on dealing with humans. Since they were from outside the Tarthian Empire and not under tradestandard requirements, they could market to whomever they pleased without restriction. The Tyrans were already up in arms over refusal to deal with them. After all, if it was technology, the Tyrans invented it, owned it, or marketed it. The requirement of being human had cut them out of the picture. Sempervians didn't stand a chance, especially when they could not afford to reveal themselves as what they were.