Natural Beauty

by Meraki P. Lyhne

  “Oh yeah, that’s good, that feel’s good,” Daniel gasped, focusing on the pooling energy, but it was a slow trickle. “Tell me,” Daniel said, running his hands up and down Scott’s arms and chest. “Tell me if you want something special.”

  “Ride me?”

  “Oh, hell yeah!”

  Scott pulled Daniel up and lifted him off the workbench. His dick slipped out as he moved them around, and he groaned in frustration, apparently eager to be back inside Daniel. He was eager enough to stop by a wall to lean Daniel against it, steer himself back inside, and thrust until he apparently felt some sense of control over his need to get off. Scott then carried Daniel away from the wall and lowered them onto a neatly stacked pile of floorboards. They shuffled around for Scott to lie across the stack, and Daniel straddled him, hurriedly penetrating himself again.

  Scott whimpered, his eyes falling closed, and his hands caressed everything of Daniel that he could reach. “You like this?” he asked.

  “Yeah, yeah I like it. I like watching your face when I ride you. Oh, God, you look hot when you bite your lip like that.”

  Scott shivered, and energy pooled faster at Daniel’s spine. Scott grabbed Daniel’s hips and guided his pelvic movements to rotate his ass, and again, Scott’s dick massaged every sensitive nerve ending in Daniel’s ass. Daniel cried out and ground down vigorously, coaxing louder moans out of the Cubus he was fucking.

  Daniel grabbed his cock and pumped it slowly while the pleasure washed over him. Scott swatted his hand away and took over, grinding his hips in sync with Daniel’s and ending every rotation with a little thrust. “Oh, God, keep doing that, oh fuck that feels good!”

  “Yeah, I can see you enjoy me,” Scott gasped.

  Visual, he was visual, too. Daniel locked gazes with him again, and energy pooled faster. Fuck that guy was beautiful, and the expressions he made sent shivers through Daniel. Only thing missing was louder moans, and Daniel did his best to coax more from him. He loved fucking moaners—he loved hearing them while watching their body give away the telltale signs that he was showering them with pleasure.

  Finally, a loud moan tore from Scott, and he scratched desperately at the wall next to him while his other hand tightened around Daniel’s dick. Energy pooled faster, and Daniel rode him harder, gyrating his hips the way he’d learned Scott enjoyed the most.

  “Oh, God,” Scott whispered, his eyes and mouth opening wide.

  Daniel’s orgasm crept closer, and he pawed at Scott’s chest as the tingle spread. “Oh fuck, you’re making me come.” Daniel’s leg muscles quivered from the intensity.

  “Oh yeah, keep going, keep going,” Scott said in gasps.

  Daniel’s orgasm hit, and he threw his head back. Scott jacked him through it, and when the waves of pleasure ebbed out, Scott grabbed both of Daniel’s hips again and set the pace from below. Judging by the shivers tearing through Scott, he was close, too, and Daniel did his best to make his final ascent toward the peak of ecstasy spectacular by tightening his ass.

  Scott convulsed under Daniel, finally groaning loudly, and Daniel smiled at causing that beautiful expression of rapture.

  As Scott came down from his high, Daniel caressed what he could reach and leaned in to kiss his cheekbones. A pleased smile spread on Scott’s face, and he drew a deep and content sigh. “And here I was, thinking I’d have trouble finding a good feeding for this afternoon.”

  “Really? Why’s that?”

  “Not enough beautiful breeders, and the rest still fights the dose.”

  Daniel would have to look into that. Scott’s statement was yet another reminder that Daniel was there to not only empower his people and make them stronger but also to be the one who heard everything. Judging by the sudden horrified expression on Scott’s face, the aftermath had made him talk to Daniel unfiltered.

  “I didn’t mean to criticize your House, My Prince.” Scott sat up and pulled back, thus pulling out of Daniel.

  “You didn’t, Scott, you informed me of its current state. I know this, though, and I’ve already sent out hunting parties.” Daniel caressed his hair to let the red-eye know that he wasn’t angry. Something else registered, and Daniel ran a finger across Scott’s lips. “Of all the Cubi I’ve empowered, you’re the first who hasn’t lost a dose with me.”

  Scott scrunched his face up. “I swallowed it. I was so embarrassed by it.”

  “Why?”

  “I didn’t want you to think I couldn’t control myself.”

  That was new. “Let me let you in on a little secret. Don’t tell anyone, but…I love it when you lose control with me.”

  Scott pulled back and stared at Daniel in wonder. “Me too. I mean, when the ones I’m with lose control.”

  “Yeah,” Daniel whispered, smiling. “I love when they try, though, and then I’ll do anything to push at that control.”

  Scott’s eyes darkened a bit again. “I love watching that dam break.”

  Daniel decided to try out some of his Royal powers on Scott. Seldon and Caledon were too strong, and Marcadon was already dosed and doped on sex to a point where it would just be cruel, so Daniel focused all his attention on Scott. The beautiful handyman. “Everything gets unpredictable when they do.”

  “Yeah.” A small moan escaped him. “And you get a glimpse of their unrestrained desires.”

  “We get to see how to manipulate it.” Daniel focused on Scott, trying not to woo him, but to push his energy at him.

  “Oh, God, yeah. How to coax those wonderful moans out of them.” Scott bit his lip, and Daniel’s dick rose again.

  “And once we’ve learned the telltale signs, then they’re all there on their faces for us to read.”

  “Yeah. I love fucking the same woman again and again. Learning every little secret desire she has and then fulfill them.”

  “What did you learn about my desires?”

  Scott looked up surprised. “You’re an enigma.”

  Daniel smiled, loving that he was. “May I top you?”

  “Of course, My Prince.”

  “I mean, would you enjoy me?”

  Scott smiled. “I’m pretty sure I would. And I’d love to watch you fuck me.”

  “Oh, interesting.” Daniel found the other pack of lube, and now he knew what fabric had torn. His pants. To hell with it. He was going to see if he’d figured out Scott’s tell tales.

  Focusing on Scott and playing around to find the pooling of energy, Daniel prepared the muscle for entry, and he was tight. No wonder if he hadn’t been fucked for a hundred years. So Daniel took his time and finally penetrated Scott gently. Oh, man, the expressions he made, and he sounded different now that his focus had shifted and he was the one enjoying Daniel. But he wasn’t dosed this time. Not yet, at least.

  Daniel leaned over Scott, watching him as he pumped in and out, slowly, getting a feel for it all. The way energy pooled in his spine, Daniel was doing something right. Daniel loved it and postponed another dose, wanting to feel the reactions of an undosed body. So unhurried, so pure. He got lost in the rhythm and the little tweaks and caresses and moans.

  Scott looked up at Daniel with heavy-lidded eyes and a dreamy smile on his face, and Daniel’s need grew. It grew enough to release the dose in Scott’s ass, and the dreamy and lazy pleasure expression was released by unfiltered need for his body to find relief. His soft moans were relieved by desperate sounds, and as Daniel pumped into him harder, they became hungry grunts and barely uttered pleas for more.

  Before Daniel found the rhythm and intensity for the most potent energy to pool in his spine, he was thrusting into Scott hard, and sweat covered his body and forehead. Scott was moaning loudly with abandon, his eyes closed, and his hands tightly grasping Daniel’s upper arms as if to prevent Daniel from going anywhere. The feel of legs around his body was the last sensational detail that sent Daniel into the spiral that would soon grow to a steep climb toward orgasm.

  “Scott,” Daniel gasped, grabbing at the body he wa
s showering with pleasure because sweat made it all slippery, and Daniel was desperate to feel it all crash over the Cubus he was feeding.

  “Don’t stop, please!”

  “No plans to,” Daniel grated.

  And Daniel got his lost dose. Scott coughed on it, another shot from his cock and coated his torso, and lost his fight against the building orgasm. Three thrusts later, the energy in his spine rushed to his balls, and the orgasm kept going, his dick feeling almost too warm for comfort, and every muscle in his body too flexed.

  Finally, the intense orgasm ebbed away, and Daniel found himself being held and fingers gently running through his hair. “Oh, wow,” he managed, feeling his throat almost like he’d tried to eat sandpaper.

  “That was a hot scream,” Scott mumbled.

  Daniel’s limbs didn’t work, and he didn’t even want to try to pull himself up to look at what sounded like a pretty smug expression.

  “It was intense, that’s for sure.”

  “You looked like you were about to pop a vessel, My Prince,” Scott said, chuckling.

  “Might have, I don’t know.”

  “Someone approaches with Guard Lord Afdon,” Levidon said.

  Daniel managed to prop himself up on shaky arms. “Guess he found the one who hid the bolts and brackets.”

  “Ah, back to work then,” Scott said, but he looked as spent and unwilling to move as Daniel was.

  “I’ll stay and help for another hour. I enjoy working with you.”

  Scott beamed with pride. “Thank you, My Prince.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Alex didn’t know if he’d ever been as sore as after Kaydon used his ass to prove a point to the other thrusters as Sire Jaydon called them. He’d even opted to stand later that day when Jaydon had gathered the four and Alex in a booth to figure out the schedule. If possible, Alex was to strive toward fucking one of them a day, and they were given a scale from one to ten on how hard he thought he could handle it. Plus, he had to make that clear before he was dosed. Jaydon had finally given Alex a small calendar and left them to figure out the rest on their own.

  Sitting in his own bedroom on his own new bed, Alex leafed through the calendar, wondering if his ass was up for anything tomorrow. He was happy that Sire Jaydon was so impressed that he’d let Alex and the four hard fuckers figure it out on their own, but the Sire was a hands-on kind of guy and still wanted to see the schedule once in a while.

  Alex picked up a pen and wrote the number ten in the second of the three fields to the rights of the date. He wrote ten in the third, too. Jaydon had written down what the fields were for in the note section. First field was for how sore he was in the morning from a scale from one to ten. The second was how hard he’d been fucked, and the third was how sore he was in the evening before bedtime. The main field was to put down a name and details for Alex’s benefit.

  Someone knocked on his door.

  “Come in!”

  Gordon stuck his head in, holding up a bottle of wine. “Moving in present. Do you even drink wine? I didn’t know.”

  Alex smiled, grateful for being back among friendly people. “I do if it’s a good one.”

  Gordon looked at the bottle. “I…think it is.”

  “Come on in, let’s have a taste.”

  “Actually, I have an arrangement with Peter. I just wanted to stop by and give you a little something.”

  Alex felt a bit disappointed, but he understood why Gordon needed to spend some time with Peter. “Is he still angry with me?”

  “Angry? He never was, he’s just a bit jealous, I guess.”

  “I get it.”

  “But, it helped to tell him that you’re now off limits, and that you haven’t fed me.”

  Well, that left the conclusion that they weren’t going to make out and let Alex try stuff out. At least that’s what Alex gathered from Gordon’s expression. He felt a bit cheated out of an experience he’d fantasized about, yet he still didn’t know whether he could even go through with it. He was right back to just being bi-curious and playing with the idea of doing something about it. In the meantime, he’d let himself get dosed and fucked hard. And he was confused again.

  “The two of you can come by for a movie one day,” Alex offered. “When I get a DVD player, that is.”

  Gordon chuckled. “Sure, let’s do that. See you around. Enjoy the wine.”

  Gordon left, and Alex closed the door, looking at the bottle. He didn’t want to drink it alone, and he couldn’t call Jeff because he and Jaydon had the late shift in the club. Alex looked at the month’s timetable to see if he could deduce who was off shift that he also knew well enough to want to share his moving in present with. He finally realized that Kaydon’s name wasn’t on the roster. And Alex even had his number because he was one of the four regular feedings. He stopped short once his finger hovered over the call button. Would he be rude if he asked Kaydon to make sure he was properly fed before he arrived? Considering the state of Alex’s ass, he didn’t think it was. Then again, why the hell was he contemplating calling someone living in the same friggin’ building?

  Alex scoffed at himself, put the bottle down, and left his room. Kaydon was even on the same floor, and Alex didn’t lock his door when he left for Kaydon’s.

  He didn’t knock when he arrived at Kaydon’s door because he could easily hear moaning and groaning and springs being put to the test. Great, the being well-fed wouldn’t be a problem. Unless Kaydon and whoever he was fucking were going to do an all-nighter. Alex went back to his room and wrote a note.

  If convenient tonight, stop by my apartment. Alex.

  He stared at the note. Short and sweet. He grabbed a pin from the board and went to stick the note on Kaydon’s door. He then returned to his own apartment and looked around. It still lacked that air of home that took time and effort.

  He hadn’t had that many possessions when living at the Great House, and he’d come to like the minimalistic mentality. He’d also come to like the no hoarding mentality even though he’d been punished for it a few times the first six months he’d been there. Luckily, punishments for that wasn’t something corporal, but after having worked under Jaydon in Sanitation for two weeks in his off time, only giving him time to sleep, he’d learned his lesson.

  With that in mind, Alex looked around the room again. He needed a comfortable blanket for winter, he guessed, but there were months still. Other than that, he had more than enough.

  He was about to go to the kitchenette when someone knocked on his door. He opened it, finding Kaydon smiling, looking like he’d just stepped out of the shower.

  “Come by if convenient?” Kaydon held up the note. “If not, come anyway?”

  Alex laughed. “No, but Gordon came by with a bottle of wine as a moving in present, and I wondered if you’d have a glass with me.”

  “I’d love to.” Kaydon stepped inside and closed the door while Alex went to the kitchen to find glasses. He didn’t have wine glasses so normal dinner wear would have to do.

  “Have a seat.”

  Kaydon took a seat on the couch and looked around. “This place smells completely new.”

  “It is. I had three plastic bags worth of possessions when I got here. And this.” Alex took the collar from under his pillow and put it on the back of the couch for Kaydon.

  “Sire Seldon Five…oh, Echleo. He a good guy?”

  “Yeah.” Alex sat with the glasses and the bottle. “Good enough that I want to go back to him.”

  “He just left you at the Great House?”

  “No, not just. He was ordered to.”

  “Was he the only one you could feed undosed?”

  “No. I’ve never done that.”

  Kaydon looked confused. “I’m still getting used to the differences between the Kingdoms so forgive me if I sound ignorant sometimes.”

  “You don’t…I get it.”

  Kaydon cocked his head but remained quiet. Alex spent the time pouring and trying to figure o
ut what topic wouldn’t bring focus on his inabilities to figure shit out.

  “So, you’re from Nol-Elakdon’s Kingdom, but what country?” Alex asked, handing Kaydon one of the glasses.

  “Denmark, the same human nation the King resides in.” Kaydon held up his glass. “Cheers to your new home.”

  “Thanks,” Alex said, taking a sip. It was a pretty good wine. “How old are you?”

  “I’m one hundred eighty-nine. And you?”

  “Twenty…was it five years? Six? Shit, I’m almost thirty.” Alex rubbed his face, feeling the day’s stubble. How long did he have with the Cubi before he wouldn’t be special anymore? How long before he was just the labor?

  “Alex?” Kaydon put his hand on Alex’s shoulder. “What just scared you?”

  “Nothing important.” Because it wasn’t. Alex just hadn’t thought that far. He had a shelf life with the Cubi and then what?

  “Bullshit, something horrible just went through your head. I’m your friend, right? I mean, you asked me to come over to celebrate your new apartment. Or is it because I’m one of the few people you know?”

  “You are one of the few, but that’s not it. I do like you.”

  “Then what? Talk to me, let me be a friend.”

  Alex looked into his glass and twirled the content. “It’s stupid.”

  “So? Still looked like it was important to you.”

  Alex thought for a minute, worrying his bottom lip. “I guess,” he finally said, hesitating to tell the rest anyway. “I guess I just realized my own mortality.”

  “Everything lives and dies.”

  “But humans grow old.”

  “Oh…” Kaydon finally looked like he understood. “And you think thirty is old?”

  “I’m afraid Cubi think I’m old.”

  Kaydon contemplated Alex for a while. “How long do you think Jeff and Sire Jaydon will be together?”

  “I don’t know,” Alex said, thinking. Jeff was in his forties, still hot and fit, and he had a bit of gray going on here and there. It gave Alex hope.

  “I think the Sire will love him to the end. He’ll sit with him, hold his hand, hate every minute of losing a lifelong partner. It hurts us, too, you know.”