Dirty Little Secrets

By: KellyCRocker59

Chapter Fifteen: Zihark

Reyson sang softly on the balcony of his room, the song of the herons carrying lightly through the air. Then, there was a knock on the door. Reyson walked over and opened it to see a swordmaster from the army standing there, aqua hair falling just above his shoulders.

"Ah, the laguz sympathizer. Please, come in; you are very welcome." Reyson said.

The man walked in, and Reyson saw that he wore a tight white undershirt and brown pants. The man stood and waited for Reyson to close the door and walk back to where he stood.

"What brings you here?" Reyson asked.

"I was…wondering if you could tell me more about the song of the herons. It's just…I've always wondered about the song ever since I first heard it."

"Please, sit down." Reyson said, sitting down on the bed.

The man sat down beside the heron slowly.

"What is your name?" Reyson asked.

"Zihark." The beorc replied.

"Zihark; the heron song is a very mysterious thing. It allows powerful emotions to flow forth, and helps us to better describe ourselves."

Zihark nodded.

"For example, when we feel intense heat," Reyson said, suddenly leaning forward and pressing his lips to Zihark's," We release a different song." He finished, pulling away.

Zihark looked at him in shock, and the heron smiled.

"I can teach you even more about the song; do you want to learn more?" The prince asked.

Zihark nodded. Reyson leaned forward and pressed his lips once more to the swordmaster's, hands pulling at both of their clothes. Before Zihark could think, his chest was bare and his pants were at his ankles. He pulled away from Reyson and realized that both of them were completely naked.

The heron pushed the beorc backwards and slowly slid downward, hands moving over the man's hips and gripping them tightly as Zihark spread his legs for Reyson. The heron prince leaned down and licked the thick aqua pubic hairs around the base of the shaft, and then leaned downwards, taking the head of the manhood in his mouth.

Zihark gasped and gripped the prince's long blond locks, the heron sliding down on the shaft so far that his nose was buried in the thick curls. Zihark allowed the amazing feeling to continue, Reyson sucking and licking the shaft slowly. The swordmaster put an arm behind his head, revealing a thick patch of blue hair under his arm.

Reyson moved his hand up the other man's chest and pinched a nipple firmly. Zihark moaned out the heron's name, hips beginning to rock with the man's mouth. Then, he felt his body convulse suddenly in pleasure and an intense wave washed over him, his manhood pumping out a thick stream of semen.

Reyson smiled and drank it, sitting up on his knees. Zihark watched the heron, and Reyson pulled him up onto his knees and flipped him over so that he was on all fours, and held his back, leaning over his back and pushing his shaft into the tight hole without warning. Zihark gasped and gripped the sheets tightly, feeling the heron slowly pull out only to push in again.

Reyson held the man still by his hips, thrusting in and out slowly. Pleasure engulfed him as the heat surrounded his shaft, his hips pushing against the human's so forcefully that the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room; he was desperate for the human to feel the pleasure that he was feeling.

Then, without warning he hit something inside of the man that made Zihark cry out in pleasure. Reyson smiled and began to aim for that spot again and again, hitting it hard and powerfully each time. Zihark arched his back with each movement, Reyson leaning down over the human's back and kissing his shoulder and sucking on his neck.

The thrusts of the heron became more erratic as they both came closer and closer to their climax. Sweat dripped from their bodies onto the bed, their skin sticking together as they made love on that night. Reyson felt himself come to the edge and him cried out, semen spilling into the human's hole. However, just as he got ready to stop, Zihark's walls tightened and the human had his second orgasm, his groans loud and echoing through the room.

The two men collapsed on the bed. This was their dirty little secret, but they didn't care. They had been fulfilled, and that was all that mattered.