Chapter 1
Lunar Festival

Just on the western coast of the wild untamed night elf forest known as Ferales, lay Sardor Isle. The village was celebrating the annual Lunar Festival, night elves dressed in elaborate robes as the skies were alight with colorful fireworks. A young night elf dressed up in a crimson robe of ornate gold trim in the pattern of lotus blossoms leaned over the balcony of the center village lodge, watching the villagers dance and drink spirits. He too had partaken of his own share of spirits and had a rosey blush to his violet cheeks. He ran a hand through his moss green hair and let out a longing sigh; this was his first lunar festival in which his parents were not with him. They had both passed away in the recent winter when they had heeded a summons from members of the alliance to come and fight in Alteric Valley which lay far away to the eastern continent. According to reports, his father had been ambushed by orc wolfriders and his mother had charged into the fray in a blind rage to avenge her fallen mate. Kyrien took another sip of his drink and his thoughts wandered from the ache in his heart to another kind of ache. Kyrien's eye had been caught by another night elf, his name was Ryka. Kyrien was a samer much to the dismay of his female peers and of all the elves in the village, Ryka was the one that made his heart thump the fastest. Ryka was a druid just like Kyrien; both of them shared the same mentor but Ryka was much better at changing into animal forms than Kyrien was, but Kyrien was skilled in calling forth the healing gifts of the plants.

"Come on down Kyri!" shouted Ryka, he stood there looking right at Kyrien who jerked out of his brooding and smiled fondly At Ryka. Ryka had dark blue skin and even darker blue hair which he kept braided down his back. His shoulders were broad and his frame very muscular but at the same time well toned like a powerful saber cat. Kyrien felt his cheeks warm not just from the alcohol in his system but also from the nickname his crush had bestowed upon him. He hurried down the stairs and went to join Ryka and the other night elf youths. A few night elf females giggled at Ryka as they flirted and made their interests clear. Night elf women were known for being bold and direct when it came to carnal desires; being of a matriarchal society, they were in some ways just as dominating if not more so than males when it came to earthly pleasures. Kyrien envied them, all they had to do was flash a wink and a smile and Ryka would be more than happy to take an obvious invitation and light a few moonbeams in their flower gardens. Kyrien however wasn't sure on how he would be received by Ryka if he ever expressed his deepest desires.

The night wore on, more dancing, more fireworks, more singing, and ultimately many who had had too much to drink began to retire for the night, whether it be in their beds or wherever they sat to close their eyes too long. Even Ryka's female admirers had chosen to seek a warm bed with or without their handsome would be prize. Ryka, however showed no signs of being tired and even urged Kyrien to stay up and enjoy the night to its fullest. Despite being extremely exhausted, how could Kyrien pass up a chance to have Ryka all to himself.
"This way," whispered Ryka as he took Kyrien's hand and led him away from the party and into the woods.
"Where are we going?" asked Kyrien, the sounds of the fireworks were now few and far between as well as farther and farther away.
"We shouldn't be out this far, this late, what about the naga?" argued Kyrien.
"Relax, the naga stay mostly south of us on the Isle of Dread, they wouldn't dare come back, not after the last time we dealt with them." Replied Ryka, "Please don't tell me Kyri's afraid?"
"I'm not afraid, I'm drunk and sleepy." Retorted Kyrien.
"That makes two of us but tonight's special, supposedly it's when the moon is its brightest so what better place to witness this occasion than at the ruins of Solarsal? After all, the moon gets her light from the sun, this should be significant."
Kyrien was about to argue further but they stopped suddenly and they were there. The clearing in the woods opened up to reveal the ruins of their ancestors in all their haunting beauty cast by moonlight.

"Whatcha think?" asked Ryka.
"It's… it's beautiful." Replied Kyrien as he took in the breathtaking sight. Ryka suddenly stroked his shoulders in what could be mistaken for a caress and pressed himself behind Kyrien, "You're beautiful." He answered.
Kyrien stiffened in shock and was completely baffled as to how he should react. Ryka chuckled softly and ran his hand up to stroke Kyrien's cheek,

"I guess I caught you off guard, you're speechless."

Kyrien felt his chest pound and his voice eluded him.

"Shush," Ryka blew teasingly into Kyrien's long pointed ear and held him almost possessively in that both his arms crossed over Kyrien's chest and tightened ever so slightly when Kyrien's body shivered with anticipation.

"You know…." Ryka paused a moment as if in thought, wanting to make his intentions clear to Kyrien. "I've been with plenty of pretty girls but I've been wondering what a pretty boy might taste like, and I heard you in particular were the sort who might indulge my curiosities." Kyrien felt his heart race and the pit of his stomach squirm as Ryka then rtrailed one hand into his robes to stroke his chest and lightly tease a nipple as the other hand rested tauntingly close to his groin. Ryka noted the reactions he was getting and smirked to himself in amusement.
"So come on my dearest Kyrie…" Ryka gave Kyrien's nipple a pinch and his groin a gently stroke, "What… Do… you… say?" Ryka ended his proposal with a kiss to the back of Kyrien's neck, a kiss that sent goosebumps all down his spine as his own cock began to stir.
"I…" Kyrien couldn't speak beyond that, words no longer had much meaning, the only thing that mattered to him now was how badly he wanted Ryka to continue.
Ryka smirked again and began to mae a trail of kisses along Kyrien's neck as one hand expertly released the clasps of his robe and the other hand reached down to embrace Kyrien's weeping member. Kyrien gasped in shock and even a bit of embarrassment as he threw his head back and staggered back into Ryka.

"Shush." Replied Ryka as he then bit Kyrien's shoulder as well as hold him firmly in place. Ryka then began to slowly pump his hand up and down Kyrien's stiffening member. Ryka's thumb gently prodded the head of Kyrien's cock; coaxing warm pearls of precum from his lover's shaft. He then trailed his other hand down to fondle Kyrien's sac and stroke his inner thighs. Kyrien let out a wanton moan as his knees began to buckle and he feared he'd collapse from Ryka's maddening ministrations. It felt so good, the tickling of adrenaline in his stomach, the feel of Ryka's warm muscular chest against his back, the tingling in his balls and the sweet friction that had his cock pulsating in time to his heartbeat.
"Feels good… doesn't it?" whispered Ryka into his ear as he gently but firmly pushed Kyrien down onto all fours with his weight. Kyrian's world began to shrink; all thought, all sensations centered on the ever approaching climax that Ryka was orchestrating. All his thought focused on Ryka's touches; oh how e needed it, wanted it, craved it. It was like being in a dark tunnel with a light in the distance, and with every firm pump of Ryka's hand upon Kyrien's member, that light came closer, and closer… if he could only get to that light… it would be sheer ecstasy. Ryka noted with amusement how reagged Kyrien's breaths had become and pumped his companion faster while licking the delicate fringe of his lover's ear just to hear the adoreable 'mews' and 'ahhs' that would escape his full delicate lips.

Kyrien began to discard his inhibitions; he was far too gone in his pleasure. Kyrien began to squirm beneath Ryka, bumping his cute tight ass against Ryka's own throbbing well endowed organ.

"Ryka… oh gods Ryka!.." he panted as Ryka instinctively began to grind his own hard –on within the cleavage of Kyrien's ass.

"Awww…. How sweet, you're begging for me?" teased Ryka as he offered a teasing thrust against Kyrien's entrance.
Kyrien moaned helplessly to Ryka as Ryka took only a brief moment to swap hands on Kyrien. Ryka used Kyrien's own precum to soak one of his fingers and then use it to tease Kyrien's rear. Kyrien gasped in apprehension and bucked as that finger gently pushed into him and then out. Ryka began kissing along Kyrien's shoulders as well as offering the occasional bite as he began thrusting first one finger, then two into his lover.
Kyrien writhed and moaned louder, the sensation sent a tickling like gooseflesh to his balls and stomach. Ryka stretched at Kyrien's entrance and was rewarded with a sweet yelp and a whimper, Ryka gave another nip to Kyrien's ear and continued to pump him with renewed vigor.
"Just… relax.." whispered Ryka. Ryka's own desire was getting to be too great for him to suppress any longer. He maintained his steady rhythm on Kyrien's cock while aligning his own swollen head to Kyrien's delicate puckered entrance.

"Get ready… here I come." He whispered huskily as he pushed himself deep into Kyrien's hot inner walls.
Kyrien cried out as Ryka's thick throbbing meat forced its way up into his tight passage, his body tensed, sucking Ryka's cock in deeper, squeezing him with moist heat and a burning grunted heatedly as inch by inch he pushed and slid himself farther and deeper into Kyrien. Kyrien gasped, whimpered, and even began to tear up as his insides burned from the invasion. Ryka had at last buried himself to the hilt yet made no further movement, he paused to force Kyrien's body to adjust as he again embraced his lover firmly.

"Shush shhh… calm down."
Kyrien didn't hear him and he jerked and bucked wildly beneath him while yelping out again like a wounded animal.
"I said calm down!" whispered Ryka firmly. He punctuated his order with a forceful bite to Kyrien's neck, one that definitely caught his attention.

"It hurts!" yelped Kyrien.
"It won't if you stop squirming." Demanded Ryka.

Kyrien stopped struggling and whimpered softly. His body seemed so confused, torn somewhere between blissful ecstasy and severe pain.
Ryka waited a little longer, gently stroking Kyrien's cheek and hair while also stroking his stomach and abdomen reassuringly.

"Ready?"
Kyrien nodded his head as he dug his hands into the ground as if to brace himself, after all there was no goin back any more, as much as it pained him to have Ryka inside him, another part of him was hungry for it, needed it, and he'd do anything to ensure his fast approaching climax that hovered just out of reach. Ryka's hand gave his cock a reassuring squeeze and the sweet warm friction continued. Kyrien let out a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding and bucked gently to encourage Ryka's hand job.

Ryka took the opportunity upon Kyrien's compliance and pulled out about halfway and paused to kiss between Kyrien's shoulders; then with the force of a dire bear, he rammed his member back into Kyrien's rear. Kyrien let out another cry and tensed but Ryka would have none of it. Ryka thrust in again, and again; pulling out steadily then running it in fast and hard; each thrust burned and Kyrien cried out into the night as Ryka grunted and growled behind him.

"Hope you're ready for what's comin next." Whispered Ryka into Kyrian's ear.

Before Kyrien could respond, Ryka's member pulled out almost completely then rammed back in so hard and so deep it struck something deep within him that despite the agony sent shivers of pleasure all down his spine.

"Ryka!" screamed Kyrien. Ryka ignored him and held his hips in a painful vice like grip as he plowed Kyrien harder and faster, aiming for that special spot that made Kyrien moan and quake with need.

"Ryka! Ryka! RykaRykaRyka!!!" Kyrien winced and screamed in pleasure as Ryka struck that special place within him over and over again. Each time Ryka hit that spot it sent waves of mounting pleasure through his body. Kyrien felt the pleasure join in with the mounting friction between his legs and he began calling out Ryka's name as if to beg. Ryka growled and bit at Kyrien's shoulder like an alpha wolf claiming his mate. Kyrien shut his eyes and panted through clenched teeth, he was so close… just on the very tip of the edge… then suddenly…

"RYKA!!!" Krien cried out to the moon and all her children as he suddenly ejaculated all over his stomach and the ground. His seed shot out and glistened in the moonlight as he threw his head back and Ryka dug his nails into Kyrien's soft skin. Ryka growled and continued to plunder Kyrien's body towards his own climax, steadily increasing his pace as he felt shivers in his own sac.
"Just..a little more!!!! Kyri!!!" Ryka grabbed him hard and with a final stabbing thrust of sheer impalement he buried himself deep, his cock ramming into the deepest wall within Kyrien's body; hot seed splashed the inner depths of Kyrien's ass, the raw passage burned from the semen that now filled it. Ryka still clenched Kyrien's hips and continued to thrust with his softening member, milking his own ejaculation for every drop inside Kyrien. Kyrien lay beneath him panting, his body was sore yet alive with the blissful afterglow of a worthy orgasm. Ryka at last pulled out, a few warm squirts marked Kyrien's rear as he stood up, panting as well but with a look of triumph.

"Not bad Kyri, if all boys were as pretty as you, I might become a samer myself one day." He joked and patted Kyrien on the back. Kyrien staggered to his knees and reached for his robe, "What do you mean by that?"
Ryka grinned and settled down next to Kyrien, "Just that, you weren't that bad. I still prefer my women, but now I can say I tried both sides."
Kyrien felt a stab in his heart, "You used me?" The look on his face when he said it was one of genuine hurt.
Ryka looked at him perplexed, not at all prepared for such a reaction, in his mind they had had a simple fling under the moonlight of a festival and nothing more.
Kyrien knew Ryka had not intentionally meant him any wrong, and it was his own fault for not stopping it when he could have… but how could he have stopped it? He'd been smitten by Ryka since day one, and finally on the night of a festival it had been like a dream come true, and to find out at the end Ryka was merely using him as a fleeting indulgence. Ryka felt suddenly embarrassed and a bit guilty, it hadn't occurred to him that their carnal romp might have held more meaning to Kyrien.
"Look Kyrien… I'm sorry, let's just forget it happened alright. "
'Kyrien'…. He hadn't used the nickname…. Kyrien felt as if he'd been betrayed, he could feel that sick lump in his chest that warned him he might cry. The last thing he needed was for Ryka to see him cry.
"Hey, it's ok, sorry Ryka, it must be the alcohol talking. I'm going to head back home, I trust you can find your own way back."
Ryka immediately smiled back, choosing to believe the lie for the sake of appearances. "Just make sure you don't get lost."

"I won't, bye." Kyrien turned and wandered back into the woods. As soon as he was out of sight range he took off running back to his home. Once inside the safety of his cottage he curled up on his bed and wept, he had given himself away for the very first time and to a guy who just wanted to add another notch on his belt. His body ached, a tormenting reminder of what he'd lost. His virginity wasted on someone who didn't love him, and the throbbing between his cheeks would not let him forget anytime soon. When at last he had cried his eyes dry, his body found sleep on the edge of exhaustion and heartache.