The Invisible Chains - Part 3: Bonds of Blood (5 page)

Giggling he put some more pressure upon Timishi's arms.

“Be very, very careful how you move Mukthar. Better to lie completely still. So, let me think. How did this game end again. No, don't tell me. Ah, I remember...”

He snickered again.

“Are you giving in?” he whispered in Timishi's ear.

“Like Muroshtill, I am,” the Mukthar prince groaned, balking at Anaxantis wine infused breath.

He tried again to wrestle himself out of the Ximerionian's grasp, but had to give up as the only result was that he threatened to dislocate his shoulders himself.

“Ha,” his opponent said, and he sighed. “Too bad. I guess I'll have to go through with it.”

He yanked both arms nearer to each other, putting an enormous strain on muscles and tendons. Timishi couldn't suppress a painful cry.

“All right, all right,” he shouted in anguish.

“All right what?” Anaxantis asked, tittering.

“I give in,” Timishi said softly, almost inaudibly.

“What did you say? So sorry, didn't understand a word.” He put some more pressure on the arms.

“Cut it out. I give in,” the Mukthar prince shouted this time.

“Let me see if I recall correctly. Does that mean that I've won?”

“Yes, yes, it does. Release my arms.”

“It means what exactly?”

“You won,” the Mukthar shouted in pain.

“And you?”

“I lost, I lost, OK?”

“Not so fast. So I get the prize?”

“Yes, yes, you get the prize, let go already.”

Anaxantis let go, lost his balance and tumbled of the Mukthar prince. He crawled back upright, giggling.

“Now, wasn't that fun?” he said. “I love Mukthar games.”

Timishi rolled his shoulders to check if everything was still in working order and then started kneading them, one after the other.

“Drop those silly things,” he grumbled after he was satisfied his shoulders were still serviceable.

He sat up on his knees.

“My underpants? Whatever for? I won this thing, didn't I?”

“Yes, and how do you want me to service you if you don't drop those pants? However, I warn you. It won't be good. I've no experience whatsoever because I never lost the mravinshinohr before.”

Anaxantis stood before the kneeling Mukthar, meaning to help him up.

“I still don't understand why I should—”

“Never mind, I'll do it myself,” Timishi said, pulling the victor's underpants off.

“Hey,” Anaxantis protested. “Oh,” he added, when the Mukthar prince took his member in his mouth. “Oh...

that's what you meant by servicing.” He laughed softly.

“Aw, aw, teeth, teeth, no teeth,” he hissed suddenly.

“Sowwy,” Timishi, mumbled with his mouth full. “Towd you it wouldn't je jood.”

He set diligently to work, while Anaxantis leaned with both hands on his head. The inexperience of the Mukthar was all too real and proved to be painful.

“OK,” the Ximerionian said after a very short while, “that's enough of that. Thank you.”

“Sure. I guess you'll be wanting to plant your flag,” the Mukthar answered resignedly, standing up.

He turned his back to Anaxantis, who didn't know what exactly was expected of him.

“What are you waiting for? Pull it off.”

“What?”

“My loincloth, of course, what else?”

“Oh, yeah, right,” Anaxantis snickered, grabbing one of the flaps at the side.

With one swift movement he tore the garment off the Mukthar, who went to the bed and lay down on his belly, legs spread, fists balled beside his head, buried in the cushion.

“Go, ahead, do your worst,” Timishi said, his voice muffled.

“Oh boy, will you look at that,” Anaxantis thought excitedly, still in a drunken haze. “Look at those long legs with the muscles running up all to his... cute, muscular ass. Oh, and that back. Oh, and that long silken hair.”

When he felt Anaxantis lowering himself upon the bed, Timishi held his breath, preparing himself to be entered forcefully and painfully, exactly as he would have done himself if he had won the mravinshinohr. To his surprise the Ximerionian prince lay down beside him on his back.

“Make room,” he said.

“But why? You're supposed to mount me. Do you Ximerionians know nothing at all? Don't you even know how to plant your flag?” he asked exasperated. “And don't mock me,” he added when he heard Anaxantis laugh.

“Sorry about that. But I want you to impale yourself, eh, to plant yourself over my, eh, flag.”

“That is not how it's done,” Timishi said indignantly.

“That is how I say we will do this,” Anaxantis snickered. “You're mine till sunrise. It's easy, I'll keep myself upright and you just slide over.”

He held his member up with both hands. Reluctantly Timishi sat astride him and slowly, very slowly, seeking the exact position for his entrance, let himself sink down just a fraction of an inch.

“Ooh, that feels nice,” Anaxantis said appreciatively.

“It's not supposed to feel nice, you degenerate, and on this side it doesn't.”

“Ah, but that's because you lost. It makes all the difference. Better part your, eh, cheeks with your hands, to give my flag some room.”

“That's very undignified,” Timishi complained, but he complied.

“Oh... lookie there,” Anaxantis cooed enthusiastically when his eyes fell on the Mukthar's member. “What a cute little dick.”

“Don't look at my manhood, you dirty pervert, you... you... you Ximerionian,” the Mukthar prince said horrified.

“Oh, but I have to, Timishi, it's calling me with it's cute, little cocky voice. It wants me to grab it.”

“No, it doesn't, and it isn't cute and it most certainly isn't little.”

“Hi, sir Cute Dick,” Anaxantis said, ignoring Timishi and fondling his cock. “I won the mravinithinghy and now you are mine to play with till sunrise. Yes, you are. Yes, you are.”

“Cut that out. That is disgusting. You're supposed to plant your flag and make your mark in me and that's it.”

Anaxantis raised his hips. Timishi yelped in pain.

“The planting is to your liking, yes?” he giggled.

“Do you have to do that,” Timishi groaned painfully.

“Yezzz, every time you're bad, I have to do that.” He laughed softly. “Please take a seat, my prince, or the seat will take you.”

Timishi let himself sink an inch deeper, trying not to show the pain on his face.

“Deeper,” Anaxantis urged him on. “Mukthar honor demands it, I think. But take all the time you need while I get better acquainted with sir Cutie Cock.”

The insistent fondling had made the Mukthar prince rock hard. Timishi looked down and was horrified to notice that Anaxantis's hands on his member felt... nice and exciting. Then he noticed one hand going rhythmically up and down his shaft.

“No, stop that, you're not going to make me...” he cried in desperation. “Ouch,” he yelped when he felt Anaxantis's member enter at least two inches deeper.

“Sir Long-and-Hard wants you to be quiet,” the Ximerionian prince guffawed.

“You're a depraved animal,” Timishi sighed, sweat running from his brow.

“Grrrr,” Anaxantis answered.

Very slowly Timishi sank yet another inch down.

“This is taking far too long,” Anaxantis said suddenly, and he raised his hips as high as he could.

Timishi gasped and had to support himself by putting both hands on Anaxantis's belly.

“What now?” the Ximerionian said.

“You make your mark. In me. Do you know nothing at all?”

“Oh, right. I forgot.” Lettilign="jus Inng go of his toy, he put his hands beside him. “I'm coming up,” he panted, “and you're going down.”

“What, what?” Timishi panicked. “No, don't do that. Don't do that. Don't—”

But it was too late. Anaxantis had managed to raise himself in a kneeling position, while simultaneously pushing the Mukthar down without leaving him.

“Raise your legs, so I can fuck you until I fill you up,” he smiled.

“That's not what it's called. It's called planting your flag and making your mark, you vile beast. And no.”

“And yes,” Anaxantis replied, grabbing the Mukthar's ankles and forcing them upright, then down again in the direction of their owner's head. “Just making the access a bit easier,” he panted from the exertion.

“It's unseemly,” the Mukthar complained with his ass in the air, just before his face grimaced when he felt Anaxantis move in him.

“Oh, look sir Long-and-Hard has changed back into sir Cutie Dick, but now he has two ball shaped squires,”

the Ximerionian prince laughed.

“I told you not to look at my manhood, you unspeakable pervert,” Timishi groaned.

Anaxantis put some more force into his pumping.

“Argh, by Shardosh,” Timishi yelled.

Several minutes later, sweat gushing from his face, Anaxantis made his mark in the Mukthar prince. Heaving he fell down upon Timishi's chest, who surprising himself, and against all his instincts caressed his hair.

Just when he thought Anaxantis had fallen asleep, the Ximerionian raised his head and smiled.

“Now you,” he announced, crawled down and started sucking the Mukthar's member.

“No, no, you are not supposed to service me. You're doing it all wrong. You're doing everything wrong. You have been doing it all wrong from the word go,” Timishi yammered.

“Very, well, how about this,” Anaxantis said, hoisting himself up and looming over Timishi's face.

He grabbed the Mukthars dick with his right hand, while trying to kiss him.

“Bwah, bwah, guys don't kiss. Has your depravity no limits? And you've been around my manhood with those lips. Bwah.”

Anaxantis tittered.

“You lost, your highness, and that means that until sunrise I'll stick whatever of mine in whatever of yours whenever it pleases me. Yes, I will. Yes, I will.”

He lowered his lips again and this time forcefully introduced his tongue in Timishi's mouth. Playing hide and seek for awhile he then sucked the Mukthar's tongue in his own mouth. To his surprise Timishi seemed to have abandoned all resistance and started sucking back.

“Not so hard,” Anaxantis smiled after having withdrawn his lips, “I need that thing. For speaking and things.

Let me show you.”

And again he dove in, smothering Timishi's panting, while with his right hand he began to—”

...

I warned you, Friend of Wolves, who they call the Hunter, that if you spent yourho they c="8self I would end
my tale for the evening.

...

No. Not yet. I want to look at you for a while. It has been a long time since...

...

Verial? You would be surprised.

...

Here, use this to clean yourself.

...

It was the wine, for the greater part. There was an attraction between them, for sure, but they were not
exactly feelings of love. More of a deep sympathy. And of course he felt lonely without Ehandar, and Tarno

couldn't fill that loneliness. Nevertheless, without the wine Anaxantis would never have acted upon those
feelings. So, in fact, it was Rodomesh's doing. He meant well, I suppose.

...

Yes, there was the extra allure of carefree intimacy, and there was the heat of the moment as well.

...

No, that was never in danger. With the evaporating wine the lust dissolved as well. With the hangover came
remorse. Love was all that remained.

...

Yes, but that's what dogs do. They wait upon the return of their master. They do not care where he has been,
nor what he has done. They're just happy he is back and lay down at his feet, at ease and contended to no
longer be without him.

...

That, Hunter, is in the nature of dogs, I gather.

...

Yes, of course you're welcome to come back. In six weeks. The price will still be the same.

...

Yes, that long. Unless you think the hour has grown too late for you to brave the snow and the hills. You
could stay here. I would count it as but an interruption, so no price would be asked of you. Well, not the
usual one, that is. I would continue tomorrow, right after midday. I have but the one bed.