Zan’Dar loved the sensation of those heated inner muscles milking his fingers. “Come for me lover. Come while my fingers are stuffed into you. Then I’ll give you my cock.” He pushed in deeper, curling them just as Bennonton had done to him and was rewarded by the beautiful, desperate roar of pleasure.
The knot swelled in his fist as he stroked and the tightening clamp of his asshole around his fingers as he came. Hot cum gushed through his fingers, spraying Bennonton’s stomach and chest as he worked the pulsing fountain of his hot seed up against his belly.
“Zan’Dar. Oh gods. Gods!” He grunted, moaning as his hips hunched and bucked in response to the pleasure.
“That’s right my love. Mmmm! That’s right.” He nibbled from his ass up to his hip. “Now, roll over onto your back. I want to look into your eyes when I sheath myself into you.”
Bennonton made a shuddering, sobbing moan as he obeyed the demand.
“Are you well, my Lord?” Zan’Dar asked as he drew his legs wide and slide one strong limb up to his shoulder.
“Oh, yes. Oh, gods, yes. You didn’t tell me it was like that!” He accused in a small, panting breath.
“Didn’t I?” He leaned over him, bending his knee up towards the man’s chest as he stole a sweet kiss. His hard cock slid and smeared through the cum over his stomach, lubing his aching cock. “Mmmmm, see what you’ve been missing all these years?”
Bennonton’s eyes rolled closed as he snarled out in pleasure, “Yes. Yes!” His cock was already hardening again. “Please, Zan’Dar. I want you inside me. I want to feel you!”
“Look at me, love. Look at me.” Zan’Dar cupped his face and smoothed his thumb down the man’s jaw as their gazes locked. He looked devastating, his mouth open, breath gasping from him as he allowed Zan’Dar to pin him. Slowly he slid the slick head of his cock around his tight pucker. It was intoxicating, the rush of power swirling through him. The pulse thrummed through his straining cock where it made contact with the tight opening. Bennonton’s heat radiated into him as he pressed, waiting, gazing at his lover. “Relax, my sweet. Relax, my heart.”
He stroked along their link, nuzzling against it, seeking out any hint of fear. He only sensed love and need and the sweet yearning to surrender and let Zan’Dar carrying him to his new level of intimacy and pleasure.
They kissed as Zan’Dar pressed into him. Oh and he was sweet and tight. A flutter and squeeze of vice-like muscles as the slick crown of his cock finally made entry. The cry of pleasure and desire echoed through the forest, consumed and devoured greedily by Zan’Dar.
He trembled so violently he thought he might fly apart. He wanted to hold himself there until he heard the sweet, eager snarls from his lover, but Bennonton’s strong hands grasped his ass and pulled him down. His hips lifted to encourage Zan’Dar’s thick cock to sink into him. They groaned together at the sensation. The delicious shock of feeling the tight heat engulf him while Bennonton’s whole body shuddered around him was almost too much to stand. His hard cock nuzzled against Zan’Dar’s stomach when he fully thrust inside. The grip of fingers bruised against his ass as they ground together, hips circling.
His lover relaxed around him as he kissed him hungrily and the kiss was answered in near desperation. Then he began to move inside him with long, slow strokes of his cock. He thrust deeper and harder until Bennonton’s desperate cries filled the forest, growing louder as the day stretched towards twilight.
“So close. Oh, gods. Oh, Zan’Dar, love!” The powerful warrior’s voice rose into desperation as Zan’Dar fucked him harder. Bowing over the powerful man, his cock thrust faster and harder.
They came together. Zan’Dar muffled his roar of pleasure in the bite he pressed into his lover’s shoulder. His powerful hands raked down Zan’Dar’s back as hot cum gushed up his stomach and chest as the pinned cock fountained the hot, sticking cum between their chests.
Deep inside Bennonton’s tight little ass, Zan’Dar’s cock swelled, bucking with feral joy as he came. Over and over he filled his lover, reveling in the fractured sounds that escaped each time they throbbed together. Hearts racing, breaths tangling together on their words of love and affection, they curled around each other in the cool grass.
Zan’Dar rolled onto his side, staying deep in that sweet, snug asshole while he held the big man tight against him. He kissed away his tears and soothed the shuddering reaction of their climax together.
“My gods. I’ve missed that for all these years?” he whimpered against Zan’Dar’s throat and uttered a low, broken laugh. “I love you, bright-eyes. You should have put me on my hands and knees years ago and showed me the way.” He squeezed Zan’Dar tightly in the circle of his arms.
“Mmm. I like looking into your eyes when I’m having you. And drinking those rough, broken sounds you make.”
Bennonton growled softly, extending the caress along their connection with love. “Beast.”
A soft sound alerted Zan’Dar to someone there in their private grove and he sat up, taking a protective pose over his lover and found the single-horned doe standing very close to their twine of limbs and loving. Her form was tangled in the shadows only her lilac eyes gleamed with brilliance. The Honored had been watching them. From the heavy-eyed expression, she had enjoyed their display. She didn’t say anything, just lightly caressed a touch against him and with the soft tinkle of laughter trailed behind her as she bounded into the shadows and vanished.
“Oh!” Bennonton’s eyes were wide as he saw her, too. “Did you…?”
“Yes! She…”
“She…talked to me.” His golden eyes were wide and wild. He stared at Zan’Dar, as though he were trying to put it into words. He blinked and licked his lips slowly. “She called me brother.”
Chapter 20
They returned to the palace of Klorwur in all haste they could manage. Upon arrival, they found the whole place in an uproar.
Princess Winnifred was missing.
She had vanished like a ghost and her mount with her. One moment she was locked in her prison room waiting for the marriage, and when the prince came to court her, found the room empty. All of her belongings were still there but the woman had managed to spirit herself away to freedom.
They were nearly attacked by the guard when they rode in. The warriors demanded to know how they had managed to spirit the princess off. They did not trust anyone who could take a spirit form. Who could say if she didn’t turn into a rat and scurry off?
“You’re being absurd,” Bennonton said as he dismounted from Chirmeng. “We were riding your perimeter to check for trouble. We want this truce and the peace of our kingdoms. It does us only harm if we insult you this way. We let you lock our sister away in a cell because you did not trust us. Why would we do this and still help her escape somehow?”
“Because you are skin-slippers. You slither from one form to another. It is the work of devils that trickery.”
“That isn’t the way it works and you know it. Our spirit form does not take the appearance of a different human. We are too large to sneak out a window without being seen. Again, why would we do this and insult you? We would never have come back if it was our plan to steal her away.”
“You want to shame us. You take joy in robbing us of this peace effort and we have gone to great lengths to make her and your kind comfortable.”
That was hardly true, the way they caged the princess the moment their guard swarmed in on her. However, that hardly answered the question of what became of her.
She is safe. Was the only thing Zan’Dar could get from Morgan, who apologized for not being able to say more but he was under direction from someone greater than the Marshall or the general or even the High kings of the land.
It was only a slight relief that her mount was not frantic and breaking himself to pieces to find her with the rest of them. Chirmeng and Mortari took a more stalwart view of the situation, if they had to fight their way home, at least the princess didn’t appear to be nearby to
get caught in the battle.
They didn’t have long to wait for an answer. Night was just falling when the alarm sounded.
Through the gates rode Princess Winnifred, dressed like an empress rather than anything as meager as a mortal princess. The robe she wore was pure white, the veil that tangled in her long feathered hair was beaded with pearls and diamonds that shielded her eyes from view. It wasn’t Morgan she was riding but the glorious forest deity, Seeker of Joy. Her purple eyes flashed raw fury.
This was not the dainty, laughing sprite of a creature who admired them loving each other in the grass of the glade. A demi-goddess stood before them, ready to mow down Klorwur. Her spiral horn was a shaft of coiled fire.
“Winnie….” Bennonton whispered and pinched the bridge of his nose. He cursed quietly under his breath.
“How dare you bare steel before her! Where is the being who imprisoned my beloved?” the doe roared. Her voice was a huge and horrible thing to bear. Guards dropped their weapons and fell upon their faces. Winnifred demurred, tipping her chin slightly and reached up the swan neck and caressed the fur. She looked so tiny and regal, poised on the graceful creature’s shoulders.
One elegant ear twisted back towards her voice but the lilac eyes scanned all the warriors who were debasing themselves before the deity.
“Your holiness. Lady. It was not our intent to imprison. She is betrothed to…”
“She is MINE!” Joy roared, dark lips peeled back from her teeth as she trumpeted. “She belongs to no man. No man shall touch her. The man who touched her…Bring him before me.” She paused and in an all too quiet voice whispered, “Now.”
Bennonton slid his arm around Zan’Dar and murmured, “I feel like I need to protect you. Gods and devils, I hope she’s not going to do something really foolish.”
“They won’t drag the prince out will…”
Even as Zan’Dar started to form the question, guards were hauling out the red faced young man. Auburn, Prince of the northern islands, Klorwur’s own true heir looked furious. “Let me go. Unhand me. I am your prince! What is the meaning of…”
“YOU!” bellowed the furious deity.
Somehow Prince Auburn had not heard the screams of the deity from wherever he’d been sequestered away within the walls of the palace. Now his eyes went wide and wild as he tried to resist being pulled forward. “Gods!”
“Yes. Gods,” agreed Joy. She lowered her head so the flaming horn was pointed at his chest. “Explain to me why you have imprinted dirty marks upon my rider. Look upon her, for it will be the last thing you see before I melt your eyes in your worthless skull.”
The prince croaked and his legs gave out. He babbled, “I was trying to bring her to the altar. She is my—”
“Mine. She is Mine!”
And all the while Princess Winnifred remained mounted with her whole posture and expression mild. Her little slipper clad toes flexed just slightly as she watched the scene unfold. When Joy started forward though, her voice finally lifted to carry over the courtyard. “Wait, my love.”
Her words stilled the lovely doe. Still, Joy quivered as though narrowly restraining her retribution. “Yes, my most cherished one?” Gone was the anger and fury, in its place something warm and loving seemed to wrap around the pair of them.
“Mercy, beloved. Merciful, Joy. Mercy upon him. I am well. Unharmed and my virtue undamaged. You need not sully yourself.”
A low growling sound rumbled from deep in the deity’s chest though, like something powerful had nearly lurched free to tear the prince into ribbons of meat.
“It would be a fair trade. He walks away and leaves our tenuous peace in place. It is not my fault that I cannot fulfill the promise of marriage with him and still be yours.” Winnifred continued, looking around the silent yard and the men who lay face-down in the dirt in prostration.
“Unicorns really like virgins?” Zan’Dar whispered very quietly, pulling Bennonton closer.
The general gave a very small shake of his head. “I don’t think that’s a factor. Except we know Winnifred’s choice is to remain a virgin. I’m sure her beloved agrees it better not to have that dog rut with our sweet sister.”
Joy didn’t look moved by this as she regarded the men. “In their hearts, they will not abide by this treaty any more than they would have the original which sold off your virtue to this swine. Best to cull them and all their bloodlines from the tomes of history.” She sounded deathly serious as she snarled out the words. “Oathbreakers. Liars. Unclean, traitorous fornicators. Kyrie have even less honor than the Valkyrie whores who spawned them. Maiden warriors. Bah.” She swept her head back and forth. As the horn cut through the air, the flame flared brighter.
The prince howled in pain and doubled forward, clutching his face.
“Love.” Winnifred’s voice was so calm and sweet. She leaned over the swan neck and pressed her cheek against the curve of dark flesh. “Surely they will not be as foolish to do this. Not when they know they are drawing breath at your whimsy. Please, my beloved. Do not do this thing.”
The compassion in the woman’s voice made the doe stop. The prince writhed on the ground, curling up tight to press his face to his knees.
Joy’s chest heaved with several long breaths before her body finally stopped shaking with rage. Slowly she turned her head and curved the long neck so she could nuzzle one of Winnifred’s knees in affection. Winnifred was not touched by the fire from the horn, she appeared blessed by it. “My gift to you, rider,” Joy said, with steel in her voice. “May you not regret it and pray they live to deserve it.”
“Morgan,” Winnifred murmured.
“Ah. Yes.” Joy glared around the courtyard until her glittering gaze caught Bennonton and Zan’Dar. “Beautiful boys, we are going. Come along.” She didn’t wait for them to obey, instead she bounded off again with graceful leaps that cast them into shadows in a swirl of ruby sparks.
They wasted no time rounding up their stunned and shaken men and clearing from the palace while Klorwur saw to their wounded prince. Everyone had heard those words ring through the grounds. These people would never have honored the treaty despite all the efforts and long years of talks. They, Klorwur, had played this hand to have the crown princess and jewel of all the Talgraem, Lyni and Shirvil. They could be angry later, right now they needed to get back to their border, and it seemed like they were not under the shield of the deity.
Thankfully, they were not hindered in their withdrawal, and it wasn’t until they reached the border that they had to fight their way through. By then the army of Talgraem had been alerted to the danger and together they crashed their way through the gates.
They did not cross paths with Joy nor Winnifred or Morgan who was mysteriously silent. It wasn’t until they finally marched into their own safe capital after fighting back invaders of Klorwur that they received the full story. From those captured they discovered that the forces of Klorwur were always planning to contain them at the border. With the lawful capture of the princess and death of the General-Prince and his consort they could have twisted control of the kingdom from the grieving King. It would have strengthened their hand so they could extend their efforts to the east and west as well.
They did not expect a deity to bind herself to the jewel of the empire though.
Joy had spirited Winnifred and a badly wounded Morgan home safe and while the mount had been in dire shape upon arrival, he was resting and comfortable now. That battle had not been his time to cross over. Not yet. His wounds were a mark of pride for his defense of his rider, there was no greater honor.
The princess did not greet them with the King and eldest brother. She was not there when they gave their full report of what happened and the resulting escape. The young woman was safe. They would see her that evening during the feast celebrating their safe return and the exposure of the acts perpetrated by vile Klorwur.
Princess Winnifred glowed as she arrived to the event. Dressed in brilliant white velvet a
nd furs and glittering with gold and diamonds threaded through every crimson feather. She looked like something bathed in fire.
The radiance made a soft corona of brilliance framing her. It was like something from a legend. Here she was, the most beloved of the deity. There was a humble softness to the princess’s smile, as though the weight of this honor had stripped her of all her previous arrogance. Zan’Dar could only imagine what it was like to be bound to a being that powerful.
To be worthy of such a thing.
Bennonton shared a small smile with him after they had greeted the young woman with proper kisses to the back of her fingers and took their rightful seats. He reached for Zan’Dar’s hand under the table and leaned in to murmur, “I thought that is what I wanted. To be joined with the deity like in the stories. Ah, I see now it is not the life for you and I. This—” As he murmured the word, he caressed along the bonding point between them, a warmth of joy and desire mingling together. “This is all that I need, bright-eyes.”
They were only just settling into their seats when the doors swung open and the most beautiful woman came striding down the rows of tables. She didn’t seem troubled that she was naked or that the whole court stared at her. Her pale flesh had the appearance of white silk wrapped over hard stone and her startling red of her hair was like freshly drawn blood. It spilled down her shoulders, framing her full breasts.
All conversation stopped as she padded on bare feet towards the dais, lilac eyes gleaming. The woman’s smile slowly curled the corners of her lips as she gazed up at Winnifred adoringly. Seeker of Joy had as little modesty in human skin as in that of her doe form.
“Gods.” Zan’Dar was on his feet first, shrugging out of his jacket as he strode forward. He slung the garment over her elegant shoulders.
“Oh. Hello, spirit-kin.” Her voice was the same, large and strong, brimming over with the power within the deity.
“What are you doing?” Winnifred sounded delighted, golden eyes wide and staring at her beloved. “You, are naked, love.”
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