And Not A Man Yet
(DISCLAMER: The title of this chapter is taken from He Is Just A Little Boy by Chaplain Bob Fox. BTW, I believe quite firmly that it is a persons right *SO LONG AS YOU ARE OVER 18 AND WITH A CONSENTING PARTNER* to do what makes you happy in the bedroom! This chapter contains male on male sexual games and intercourse which some people may find offensive or distasteful. If this is so, please hit the back button and go away. I have no time for closed minded people. )
Mozenrath lifted his head from massive volume over ceremonial magic and rubbed the itch from his eyes. Jafar's lab had thousands of texts, some of which were so rare they had been dismissed as legends for eons upon eons. He simply couldn't understand why a sorcerer with so many books of power at his disposal had been reduced to throwing bottles of smoke oil in order to escape guards and hypnotizing old men with snake eyes tricks. Perhaps he truly was as insane as the old records had said. Allah knows enough sorcerers had lost their minds as the power began to eat away at them mentally. That was why Mozenrath had given up his hand. Better to lose the flesh then the mind.
He slammed the volume shut and massaged his temples in frustration. The sun had long since set and the moon had risen in the tower window. It now shone through on Mozenrath from its zenith position, the silvery glare telling him it was time to sleep. Sighing, he rose from the desk and made his way down the halls and out of the secret doorway. The clicking of his boot heels against the floor was the only sound he made, allowing his mind to wander as most humans do on long nights.
It wasn't until he saw Randri laid out on the bed that he realized his meandering thoughts had lead him into the bed chamber they had claimed as their own. "Oh. Hello." he said absently. In all truth he had forgotten about the nymph up until this moment. "Where have you been all day?"
"Nowhere. Just trying to find ways to occupy my time which I'm sure is no where near as valuable as yours is." Randri's voice dripped with acidic quality and he turned away from Mozenrath, stalking off to the balcony. He waited as patiently as a hawk would for Mozenrath to come closer. He readied the strong black silk cloth between his hands and smiled.
Mozenrath received the surprise of his life when Randri wheeled around and forced his arms behind his back, tying them tightly and whipping off his gauntlet. "Ran! What in the name of Evil do you think you..." his protests were cut off as Randri gave another convincing smile and gagged his mouth.
"Oh hush now and be a good sorcerer." Randri pulled Mozenrath back against chest and ran his tongue right along the rim of the sorcerer's ear. "I'm not going to hurt you...not much." he winked impishly and dragged Mozenrath over to a doorway. "Now don't get antsy with me." he scolded as he lifted Mozenrath's arms above his head and pulled down a gold rope from the door frame. "Just relax." he removed the gag.
For a moment, Mozenrath held his silence, shooting daggers through his eyes at Randri. "What...are...you...doing?" he asked, punctuating each world like it was meant to be Randri's last.
"Don't be so rude." Randri ordered and brought the flat of his palm against Mozenrath's rump. Mozenrath jumped, more from surprise than pain.
"Randri, get me out of these. NOW!" Mozenrath let out a small noise of shock as Randri spanked him again, this time a bit harder.
"Your not in the position to give me orders right now Rath." Randri hummed and wrapped another smooth black cloth around Mozenrath's eyes. "In fact you're not in the position to do much of anything right now. So just relax..." he gave yet another smack against the sorcerer and watched Mozenrath bit his lip. "...and let me do everything."
Mozenrath yanked back as he felt the long fingered hands go up along his rib cage, tickling his sides as they brought his shirt up over his head. He heard the ripping of cloth as the clothing was torn away and a pleased hum from Randri. "Do you have any idea how magnificent your body is?" Randri asked, running his hands along the strong, lean cheast. "It's as close to perfect as humanly possible. A tight, firm ode to what every man should be."
Mozenrath tried to figure out exactly where Randri was, but the nymphs hands seemed to be coming out of everywhere. A touch here, a caress there, the soft, lingering feel of those fingers along his chest. He could feel the heat from Randri's lips as they grew close to his mouth and allowed himself to be kissed roughly. The tongue pushed inside quickly and curled around his own. Randri's hands suddenly gripped his buttocks, shoving his lower half ford into his body. The sudden close contact combined with the intimate kiss sent Mozenrath's rod straight in only a few seconds. He heard Randri's giggle and blushed furiously.
"Oh don't be embarrassed. I take it as a compliment." Randri gave a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Oh my sweet sweet Mozenrath." he moaned and licked against the nape of Mozenrath's neck, causing the hairs to stand on ends. His fingers caressed down to the red belt and stripped it away, letting the pants fall down around Mozenrath's ankles. He ran his hands over the smooth, hairless legs and up between the thighs, cupping the quickly erecting architecture there. Slowly he stroked it up and down, running his other hand over Mozenrath's nipple and sucking the tender line of his neck.
Mozenrath gasped and shivered in his hands, his composure quickly vanishing. He heard a warm chuckle and swallowed his moan, determined not to react. He tried once again to jerk from Randri's grip, only to be given another spank, this time a bit harder. The sensation it left made his skin tingle and jump. It wasn't painful, though no doubt Randri could make it that way if he chose to. In fact, if he ignored that he wasn't the only in control, the effect was almost pleasant.
If he though Randri couldn't tell that, he was dead wrong. The nymph began slowly, caressing the firm, ripe flesh of his rump. "Do you know what I love most about your body Mozenrath?" Randri asked, drawing circles in the sorcerer's spine until he saw a hesitant shaking of the head. "You ass." he said bluntly, the first time Mozenrath had ever heard him use that word. "Your tight, firm, delectable ass." The last as came out a vibrating hiss as Randri continued playing with him. "Do you want to know why?" He continued without waiting for an answer.
"I like to squeeze It." he said, suddenly gripping both cheeks hard in his strong fingers. Mozenrath bit back a yelp and his muscles tensed. Was it the cool night air or Randri's hot breath that made his hair's stand on end?
"I like to caress it." Randri whispered in his ear, drawing the tip of his fingernail slowly over Mozenrath's rear. "Pinch it." he pinched just hard enough to get a muffled whimper from the sorcerer but not enough to leave a bruise. "But do you know what I like to do most of all?" he asked.
Mozenrath whispered a no, half dreading, half desiring the answer. Already his body was more aroused then it had ever been before. And for the life of him he couldn't understand why! He wasn't in control! He wasn't the one saying what was going to happen next. For once it was someone else calling the shots, some one else pulling his sexual leash.
Someone else on top.
And he wanted more of it.
"I like to spank it." Randri finished and brought his palm against Mozenrath's cheek. The slap was just enough to make him tense as he hung from the door way, feet flat on the ground. Randri did it again and heard Mozenrath let a strangled groan from his lips. Again, and he heard the deep, heavy breath begin. He never hit very hard, just enough to leave a tingling behind. Just enough leave him begging for more, even if he didn't say it.
Finally he saw Mozenrath was ready to go up a step. He searched for a moment until his hand fell on a brush. "Perfect."
Mozenrath head turned towards the sound. "What's perfect?" his voice heavy with lust
"Why so eager?" Randri asked in a playful mock. "A few minuets ago you wanted nothing to do with this." he said and brought the brush against Mozenrath's rear. This time a full fledged moan escaped from those expressive lips and Mozenrath's body arched towards the sensation. "Now that's more like it." Randri brought the firm side of the brush down again and again until Mozenrath's cheeks glowed a bright pinkish red. Sweat beaded both their foreheads and Mozenrath was grabbing the ropes in stress, his shaft stood straight out in front, the tip shining with the starting juices.
"Oh hello. What is this?" Randri ran his hands along the inside of Mozenrath's thighs and separated them, exposing the hard phallus. "Now if that isn't a work of art I don't know what is." He kissed Mozenrath gently, running his hands along the shaft slowly. "I have seen statues of the gods with no comparison to this fine sculpture." he promised and Mozenrath's face turned bright. "I believe it is my duty to see that such a priceless piece of art remains intact."
Mozenrath moaned wordlessly as he felt something constrict around his testicals. Something was holding them in just the right place, sustaining pleasure, but not allowing it to go beyond the sweet torture point it was already at. "R-r-Randri." he whimpered as the nymph continued stroking him. "Please."
"Please what?" Randri asked softly. "Tell me what you want Mozenrath. I want to make you happy."
Mozenrath bit down on his lip as Randri's stroking grew faster and faster. He turned his head to the side. He wanted to say it, he truly did. But Gods he felt like such an idiot for even thinking it! It was so damn embarrassing! Why did it have to feel so good? Why did it have to make him want to do things he'd never even thought about before? The twister of emotions was only adding to the frustration between his legs, making his body more and more desperate for release of any sort.
Randri could feel the swirling emotions inside his lover and pumped the organ faster and faster, making those handsome thighs tense. "Say it Mozenrath. Whatever it is, I'll do it, you know I will." he promised and licked at the very head of the organ.
"That!" Mozenrath practically shouted. Randri nodded and began to take him deeper. "No..."Mozenrath stopped him, wheatear he stuttered over his own words out of lust or nervousness, Randri couldn't tell. "I-I want...I want t-t-to." the last few words could just barley be heard and when Randri finally understood the meaning he though his heart was going to burst from his chest. In the two months they had been together, Mozenrath had never tried to give him the oral affection.
Randri undid the rope, but left Mozenrath's hands tied securely behind his back. He took him be the shoulders and lead him to the side of a bed, leading him to his knees as he undressed and stroked his shaft slowly. "Open your mouth Mozenrath." he instructed and the sorcerer did so. Randri ran his hands through the thick ebony curls and slowly lead him to the pulsating rod. The head of it touched Mozenrath's lips and he allowed Mozenrath to go slowly, inch by inch, down onto his member.
"That's into Mozenrath." Randri moaned freely, showing none of the inhibited responses Mozenrath always did while he would do such things. Randri gave low; almost feminine noises as Mozenrath took him in deeper and deeper, tasting the salty flavor of his skin.
Mozenrath felt his stomach churning. He found himself wishing his hands were free, just so he could find some way of holding Randri's thighs and controlling his movements better. ~Ah but that's the clincher isn't it. ~ He though to himself as he moved his tongues faster and faster. ~Your not in control now are you? ~ Randri's hands gripped his locks of hair and began to push him down further, almost too far. But for every inch more he was pushed, the more me moved with it. He knew he was giving Randri pleasure, he could feel it in every twitch and pulse going through the member. It felt good to be the cause of all those moans and wordless yells.
Randri thrust in between those lush lips harder and harder. He had promised himself to take it slowly, but Mozenrath was far better than he'd thought. That tongue moved across his ridges with lightning speed, flickering back and forth. Mozenrath took him in as deeply as he could, letting Randri plunge in more and more. "Mozenrath...ahhh. Gods, I'm so close!' Randri held Mozenrath's head firm as he orgasmed.
Mozenrath whined in surprise and shifted, a little uncomfortable. The taste was new to him and he swallowed hesitantly, not really sure if he should. Randri put his hands on Mozenrath's face and lifted him up, kissing him softly. "Sorry." he whispered in apology for losing himself in climax.
Mozenrath shook his head. "It's alright. It...it wasn't too bad." he leaned it and caught Randri's lips in his again.
Randri wound his arms around Mozenrath and pulled him down to the bed. "Do you want more?" he asked, running his fingers along Mozenrath's spine. Mozenrath shook his head in a yes. How could he not want more? It made him giddy to give another this kind of pleasure. He let Randri lead him to the bedposts, pressing his head into the pillows and tying his arms to the bedframe. He lifted Mozenrath's hindquarters with a few soft pillows and separated his legs, exposing the tightness he had yet to enter. "I'm going to go slow." he promised and kissed down Mozenrath's spine. "I won't hurt you."
Mozenrath nodded and hummed as he felt Randri's fingers encircle the rim of his tight cavern. Slowly, the nymph pushed in his index finger, just enough to make Mozenrath tense, then slid it back out again, working the digit deeper with every moment. At first, he could tell Mozenrath was uncomfortable. After all, he'd never had anything back there, touching him so intensely. Randri slowed his pace just a little, and then began pushing in another finger.
The sorcerer groaned and buried his face in the pillow as Randri went a little bit faster, beginning to stretch the skin properly. With the blindfold still firmly over his eyes, he could only wait in anticipation. A wet, slick feeling suddenly joined the penetrating fingers and he realized Randri was adding in lotion. The wetness helped as Randri added yet another finger in the mix, pushing in deeper this time, rubbing his hands along Mozenrath's firm buttocks in comfort. He heard a low, breathless moan and moved faster.
Mozenrath bit the fabric of the pillow. ~OH...ummm..Yes! Ahhh!~ he felt his skin heating all over again, every stroke of Randri's fingers inside him only exciting his body more. His member was still erect, throbbing in need beyond any he'd felt before. He wasn't sure which was more of a torture, the throbbing in his rod, or that in his rear. "R-ran..." he whispered in a softer voice, filled with desire and wanting. He couldn't say it. He didn't know why, he wanted to, but ohhh Allah it felt so damn good!
Randri noted the waves of passion consuming his lover. It was time, he could feel that the entrance was ready for real penetration, and as he went on his knees on the bed and look Mozenrath's hips in his hands, he removed the ring from Mozenrath's shaft. "It is better to take this part fast, like a patch from a wound." he touched his member to the outside, and suddenly plunged within the warmth of Mozenrath's body.
At first, Mozenrath couldn't speak, his mouth was wide open, his every muscle tightened and as he barley restrained the whine of first entry pain. The thrusts came quicker and quicker, unhurried despite how Randri wanted it otherwise. He had never been so enveloped by another man's body. Even as a nymph, the very incarnation of sexual desire, he had not known pleasures such as this kind. Randri forced control, on himself, for Mozenrath's sake as well as his own.
Without knowing it, Mozenrath had begun to buck back against the penetrating phallus. He wanted this! It was all of his self control, all of his years of emotional training that held him back from screaming his passions out loud. But when Randri took the member of the sorcerer in his hand and began to pump it in time with each thrust that was when Mozenrath's final physical barrier broke down.
"Oh Allah! Randri yes!" he cried out, his chest losing some of the pressure on it. That yell was all Randri needed to tell him that Mozenrath was ready. He whipped off the blindfold and hand ties, gazing fully into those dark black eyes as he pulled Mozenrath up against him.
"That's it, oh yes that's it my beauty." Randri encouraged. His lips devoured Mozenrath's neck and back. Mozenrath didn't care any more, he would have let Randri put a dagger to his throat and drink his blood, if that's what it took to keep the hard thrusting going. Finally, Randri's shaft pushed up against the spot deep inside Mozenrath and pursued it, pounding it harder and harder.
Mozenrath grabbed him forcefully and arched unbelievably into the motion. A wordless noise escaped his throat, as unearthly as any satyr's flute or Apollo's pipe. They tightened in every way possible around each other, a warm, amber glow engulfing their bodies. It was impossible to tell what happened in that instant. The pure ecstasy had finally seized hold of them both, they held it there for an impossibly long time.
Mozenrath orgasmed, letting his white essence escape his body only a few seconds before Randri's flowed into his entry. With that they fell against each other as the silvery light of the moon shone onto their naked frames.
Randri ran his hands through Mozenrath's curls, wallowing in the experience they had just had together. He felt Mozenrath curl up onto his stomach much the same was a kitten would and kiss down his washboard stomach eagerly. "Did you enjoy that my love?" Randri asked.
Mozenrath looked up, for once his eyes naked and exposed, devoid of any of the dark arrogance and self-satisfied smugness. There was something in those eyes now, something that had never before exited, and something that would disappear as soon as the sun rose and the day once again drew away all secrecy of the night. "I love you." he said bluntly and laid his head back down, unsure of what his lover's response would be.
"You...w-w-what?" Randri stuttered and tried to bring Mozenrath's eyes to meet his. "Say it again." he begged.
Mozenrath himself from the bed, disgusted with the sudden vulnerability he had shown." I said it once, if your hearing is faulty it's your own doing." he felt two arms try to pull him back down, but shoved them away. He wasn't sure how to react himself. What had just been experienced between them was something his was unaccustomed to. The lack of control....the lack of simple...........! Mozenrath stalked over to where his arms had hung from the door frame. He grabbed his pants from the floor and slides them over his long legs.
"Moze...please." Randri whispered, reaching out for him. "Please don't leave. I thought you enjoyed it."
"Enjoyed that!" Mozenrath whirled around, his face red with anger and embarrassment. "Enjoy the way you just tore my control away. The way you made my body beg for more!" he felt like throwing something at Randri, but at the moment nothing seemed heavy enough to do desired damage. How could he have allowed himself to lose his composure? How could he have SAID I love...
Mozenrath turned away from Randri,keeping his eyes away from the lovely nymph. "I want you to leave me be Randri."
Randri felt his heart drop to the very pit of his stomach. "You...you want me to leave?" ~No! Please Gods no! If I have to leave him I'll die I know it!~ he begged any deity that might be listening.
"No." Mozenrath said slowly. "But, leave me alone for a while. Play with that menagerie you created, torture the prisoners, I don't care what, but do not speak with me until I choose." he ordered and stormed out.
Randri felt a tightening in his stomach and a painful constriction around his chest. It hurt, it hurt unlike anything he'd experienced before. Why was he suddenly being so cold? Had he done something wrong? Perhaps he'd hurt him while inside...There was no explanation for that brief moment when Mozenrath had said 'I love you' to so rapidly deteriorate into the rush of anger he had suddenly displayed.
"What did I do wrong?" Randri lifted his head and yelled, crying soft, amber colored tears.
(DISCLAMER: The title of this chapter is taken from He Is Just A Little Boy by Chaplain Bob Fox. BTW, I believe quite firmly that it is a persons right *SO LONG AS YOU ARE OVER 18 AND WITH A CONSENTING PARTNER* to do what makes you happy in the bedroom! This chapter contains male on male sexual games and intercourse which some people may find offensive or distasteful. If this is so, please hit the back button and go away. I have no time for closed minded people. )
Mozenrath lifted his head from massive volume over ceremonial magic and rubbed the itch from his eyes. Jafar's lab had thousands of texts, some of which were so rare they had been dismissed as legends for eons upon eons. He simply couldn't understand why a sorcerer with so many books of power at his disposal had been reduced to throwing bottles of smoke oil in order to escape guards and hypnotizing old men with snake eyes tricks. Perhaps he truly was as insane as the old records had said. Allah knows enough sorcerers had lost their minds as the power began to eat away at them mentally. That was why Mozenrath had given up his hand. Better to lose the flesh then the mind.
He slammed the volume shut and massaged his temples in frustration. The sun had long since set and the moon had risen in the tower window. It now shone through on Mozenrath from its zenith position, the silvery glare telling him it was time to sleep. Sighing, he rose from the desk and made his way down the halls and out of the secret doorway. The clicking of his boot heels against the floor was the only sound he made, allowing his mind to wander as most humans do on long nights.
It wasn't until he saw Randri laid out on the bed that he realized his meandering thoughts had lead him into the bed chamber they had claimed as their own. "Oh. Hello." he said absently. In all truth he had forgotten about the nymph up until this moment. "Where have you been all day?"
"Nowhere. Just trying to find ways to occupy my time which I'm sure is no where near as valuable as yours is." Randri's voice dripped with acidic quality and he turned away from Mozenrath, stalking off to the balcony. He waited as patiently as a hawk would for Mozenrath to come closer. He readied the strong black silk cloth between his hands and smiled.
Mozenrath received the surprise of his life when Randri wheeled around and forced his arms behind his back, tying them tightly and whipping off his gauntlet. "Ran! What in the name of Evil do you think you..." his protests were cut off as Randri gave another convincing smile and gagged his mouth.
"Oh hush now and be a good sorcerer." Randri pulled Mozenrath back against chest and ran his tongue right along the rim of the sorcerer's ear. "I'm not going to hurt you...not much." he winked impishly and dragged Mozenrath over to a doorway. "Now don't get antsy with me." he scolded as he lifted Mozenrath's arms above his head and pulled down a gold rope from the door frame. "Just relax." he removed the gag.
For a moment, Mozenrath held his silence, shooting daggers through his eyes at Randri. "What...are...you...doing?" he asked, punctuating each world like it was meant to be Randri's last.
"Don't be so rude." Randri ordered and brought the flat of his palm against Mozenrath's rump. Mozenrath jumped, more from surprise than pain.
"Randri, get me out of these. NOW!" Mozenrath let out a small noise of shock as Randri spanked him again, this time a bit harder.
"Your not in the position to give me orders right now Rath." Randri hummed and wrapped another smooth black cloth around Mozenrath's eyes. "In fact you're not in the position to do much of anything right now. So just relax..." he gave yet another smack against the sorcerer and watched Mozenrath bit his lip. "...and let me do everything."
Mozenrath yanked back as he felt the long fingered hands go up along his rib cage, tickling his sides as they brought his shirt up over his head. He heard the ripping of cloth as the clothing was torn away and a pleased hum from Randri. "Do you have any idea how magnificent your body is?" Randri asked, running his hands along the strong, lean cheast. "It's as close to perfect as humanly possible. A tight, firm ode to what every man should be."
Mozenrath tried to figure out exactly where Randri was, but the nymphs hands seemed to be coming out of everywhere. A touch here, a caress there, the soft, lingering feel of those fingers along his chest. He could feel the heat from Randri's lips as they grew close to his mouth and allowed himself to be kissed roughly. The tongue pushed inside quickly and curled around his own. Randri's hands suddenly gripped his buttocks, shoving his lower half ford into his body. The sudden close contact combined with the intimate kiss sent Mozenrath's rod straight in only a few seconds. He heard Randri's giggle and blushed furiously.
"Oh don't be embarrassed. I take it as a compliment." Randri gave a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Oh my sweet sweet Mozenrath." he moaned and licked against the nape of Mozenrath's neck, causing the hairs to stand on ends. His fingers caressed down to the red belt and stripped it away, letting the pants fall down around Mozenrath's ankles. He ran his hands over the smooth, hairless legs and up between the thighs, cupping the quickly erecting architecture there. Slowly he stroked it up and down, running his other hand over Mozenrath's nipple and sucking the tender line of his neck.
Mozenrath gasped and shivered in his hands, his composure quickly vanishing. He heard a warm chuckle and swallowed his moan, determined not to react. He tried once again to jerk from Randri's grip, only to be given another spank, this time a bit harder. The sensation it left made his skin tingle and jump. It wasn't painful, though no doubt Randri could make it that way if he chose to. In fact, if he ignored that he wasn't the only in control, the effect was almost pleasant.
If he though Randri couldn't tell that, he was dead wrong. The nymph began slowly, caressing the firm, ripe flesh of his rump. "Do you know what I love most about your body Mozenrath?" Randri asked, drawing circles in the sorcerer's spine until he saw a hesitant shaking of the head. "You ass." he said bluntly, the first time Mozenrath had ever heard him use that word. "Your tight, firm, delectable ass." The last as came out a vibrating hiss as Randri continued playing with him. "Do you want to know why?" He continued without waiting for an answer.
"I like to squeeze It." he said, suddenly gripping both cheeks hard in his strong fingers. Mozenrath bit back a yelp and his muscles tensed. Was it the cool night air or Randri's hot breath that made his hair's stand on end?
"I like to caress it." Randri whispered in his ear, drawing the tip of his fingernail slowly over Mozenrath's rear. "Pinch it." he pinched just hard enough to get a muffled whimper from the sorcerer but not enough to leave a bruise. "But do you know what I like to do most of all?" he asked.
Mozenrath whispered a no, half dreading, half desiring the answer. Already his body was more aroused then it had ever been before. And for the life of him he couldn't understand why! He wasn't in control! He wasn't the one saying what was going to happen next. For once it was someone else calling the shots, some one else pulling his sexual leash.
Someone else on top.
And he wanted more of it.
"I like to spank it." Randri finished and brought his palm against Mozenrath's cheek. The slap was just enough to make him tense as he hung from the door way, feet flat on the ground. Randri did it again and heard Mozenrath let a strangled groan from his lips. Again, and he heard the deep, heavy breath begin. He never hit very hard, just enough to leave a tingling behind. Just enough leave him begging for more, even if he didn't say it.
Finally he saw Mozenrath was ready to go up a step. He searched for a moment until his hand fell on a brush. "Perfect."
Mozenrath head turned towards the sound. "What's perfect?" his voice heavy with lust
"Why so eager?" Randri asked in a playful mock. "A few minuets ago you wanted nothing to do with this." he said and brought the brush against Mozenrath's rear. This time a full fledged moan escaped from those expressive lips and Mozenrath's body arched towards the sensation. "Now that's more like it." Randri brought the firm side of the brush down again and again until Mozenrath's cheeks glowed a bright pinkish red. Sweat beaded both their foreheads and Mozenrath was grabbing the ropes in stress, his shaft stood straight out in front, the tip shining with the starting juices.
"Oh hello. What is this?" Randri ran his hands along the inside of Mozenrath's thighs and separated them, exposing the hard phallus. "Now if that isn't a work of art I don't know what is." He kissed Mozenrath gently, running his hands along the shaft slowly. "I have seen statues of the gods with no comparison to this fine sculpture." he promised and Mozenrath's face turned bright. "I believe it is my duty to see that such a priceless piece of art remains intact."
Mozenrath moaned wordlessly as he felt something constrict around his testicals. Something was holding them in just the right place, sustaining pleasure, but not allowing it to go beyond the sweet torture point it was already at. "R-r-Randri." he whimpered as the nymph continued stroking him. "Please."
"Please what?" Randri asked softly. "Tell me what you want Mozenrath. I want to make you happy."
Mozenrath bit down on his lip as Randri's stroking grew faster and faster. He turned his head to the side. He wanted to say it, he truly did. But Gods he felt like such an idiot for even thinking it! It was so damn embarrassing! Why did it have to feel so good? Why did it have to make him want to do things he'd never even thought about before? The twister of emotions was only adding to the frustration between his legs, making his body more and more desperate for release of any sort.
Randri could feel the swirling emotions inside his lover and pumped the organ faster and faster, making those handsome thighs tense. "Say it Mozenrath. Whatever it is, I'll do it, you know I will." he promised and licked at the very head of the organ.
"That!" Mozenrath practically shouted. Randri nodded and began to take him deeper. "No..."Mozenrath stopped him, wheatear he stuttered over his own words out of lust or nervousness, Randri couldn't tell. "I-I want...I want t-t-to." the last few words could just barley be heard and when Randri finally understood the meaning he though his heart was going to burst from his chest. In the two months they had been together, Mozenrath had never tried to give him the oral affection.
Randri undid the rope, but left Mozenrath's hands tied securely behind his back. He took him be the shoulders and lead him to the side of a bed, leading him to his knees as he undressed and stroked his shaft slowly. "Open your mouth Mozenrath." he instructed and the sorcerer did so. Randri ran his hands through the thick ebony curls and slowly lead him to the pulsating rod. The head of it touched Mozenrath's lips and he allowed Mozenrath to go slowly, inch by inch, down onto his member.
"That's into Mozenrath." Randri moaned freely, showing none of the inhibited responses Mozenrath always did while he would do such things. Randri gave low; almost feminine noises as Mozenrath took him in deeper and deeper, tasting the salty flavor of his skin.
Mozenrath felt his stomach churning. He found himself wishing his hands were free, just so he could find some way of holding Randri's thighs and controlling his movements better. ~Ah but that's the clincher isn't it. ~ He though to himself as he moved his tongues faster and faster. ~Your not in control now are you? ~ Randri's hands gripped his locks of hair and began to push him down further, almost too far. But for every inch more he was pushed, the more me moved with it. He knew he was giving Randri pleasure, he could feel it in every twitch and pulse going through the member. It felt good to be the cause of all those moans and wordless yells.
Randri thrust in between those lush lips harder and harder. He had promised himself to take it slowly, but Mozenrath was far better than he'd thought. That tongue moved across his ridges with lightning speed, flickering back and forth. Mozenrath took him in as deeply as he could, letting Randri plunge in more and more. "Mozenrath...ahhh. Gods, I'm so close!' Randri held Mozenrath's head firm as he orgasmed.
Mozenrath whined in surprise and shifted, a little uncomfortable. The taste was new to him and he swallowed hesitantly, not really sure if he should. Randri put his hands on Mozenrath's face and lifted him up, kissing him softly. "Sorry." he whispered in apology for losing himself in climax.
Mozenrath shook his head. "It's alright. It...it wasn't too bad." he leaned it and caught Randri's lips in his again.
Randri wound his arms around Mozenrath and pulled him down to the bed. "Do you want more?" he asked, running his fingers along Mozenrath's spine. Mozenrath shook his head in a yes. How could he not want more? It made him giddy to give another this kind of pleasure. He let Randri lead him to the bedposts, pressing his head into the pillows and tying his arms to the bedframe. He lifted Mozenrath's hindquarters with a few soft pillows and separated his legs, exposing the tightness he had yet to enter. "I'm going to go slow." he promised and kissed down Mozenrath's spine. "I won't hurt you."
Mozenrath nodded and hummed as he felt Randri's fingers encircle the rim of his tight cavern. Slowly, the nymph pushed in his index finger, just enough to make Mozenrath tense, then slid it back out again, working the digit deeper with every moment. At first, he could tell Mozenrath was uncomfortable. After all, he'd never had anything back there, touching him so intensely. Randri slowed his pace just a little, and then began pushing in another finger.
The sorcerer groaned and buried his face in the pillow as Randri went a little bit faster, beginning to stretch the skin properly. With the blindfold still firmly over his eyes, he could only wait in anticipation. A wet, slick feeling suddenly joined the penetrating fingers and he realized Randri was adding in lotion. The wetness helped as Randri added yet another finger in the mix, pushing in deeper this time, rubbing his hands along Mozenrath's firm buttocks in comfort. He heard a low, breathless moan and moved faster.
Mozenrath bit the fabric of the pillow. ~OH...ummm..Yes! Ahhh!~ he felt his skin heating all over again, every stroke of Randri's fingers inside him only exciting his body more. His member was still erect, throbbing in need beyond any he'd felt before. He wasn't sure which was more of a torture, the throbbing in his rod, or that in his rear. "R-ran..." he whispered in a softer voice, filled with desire and wanting. He couldn't say it. He didn't know why, he wanted to, but ohhh Allah it felt so damn good!
Randri noted the waves of passion consuming his lover. It was time, he could feel that the entrance was ready for real penetration, and as he went on his knees on the bed and look Mozenrath's hips in his hands, he removed the ring from Mozenrath's shaft. "It is better to take this part fast, like a patch from a wound." he touched his member to the outside, and suddenly plunged within the warmth of Mozenrath's body.
At first, Mozenrath couldn't speak, his mouth was wide open, his every muscle tightened and as he barley restrained the whine of first entry pain. The thrusts came quicker and quicker, unhurried despite how Randri wanted it otherwise. He had never been so enveloped by another man's body. Even as a nymph, the very incarnation of sexual desire, he had not known pleasures such as this kind. Randri forced control, on himself, for Mozenrath's sake as well as his own.
Without knowing it, Mozenrath had begun to buck back against the penetrating phallus. He wanted this! It was all of his self control, all of his years of emotional training that held him back from screaming his passions out loud. But when Randri took the member of the sorcerer in his hand and began to pump it in time with each thrust that was when Mozenrath's final physical barrier broke down.
"Oh Allah! Randri yes!" he cried out, his chest losing some of the pressure on it. That yell was all Randri needed to tell him that Mozenrath was ready. He whipped off the blindfold and hand ties, gazing fully into those dark black eyes as he pulled Mozenrath up against him.
"That's it, oh yes that's it my beauty." Randri encouraged. His lips devoured Mozenrath's neck and back. Mozenrath didn't care any more, he would have let Randri put a dagger to his throat and drink his blood, if that's what it took to keep the hard thrusting going. Finally, Randri's shaft pushed up against the spot deep inside Mozenrath and pursued it, pounding it harder and harder.
Mozenrath grabbed him forcefully and arched unbelievably into the motion. A wordless noise escaped his throat, as unearthly as any satyr's flute or Apollo's pipe. They tightened in every way possible around each other, a warm, amber glow engulfing their bodies. It was impossible to tell what happened in that instant. The pure ecstasy had finally seized hold of them both, they held it there for an impossibly long time.
Mozenrath orgasmed, letting his white essence escape his body only a few seconds before Randri's flowed into his entry. With that they fell against each other as the silvery light of the moon shone onto their naked frames.
Randri ran his hands through Mozenrath's curls, wallowing in the experience they had just had together. He felt Mozenrath curl up onto his stomach much the same was a kitten would and kiss down his washboard stomach eagerly. "Did you enjoy that my love?" Randri asked.
Mozenrath looked up, for once his eyes naked and exposed, devoid of any of the dark arrogance and self-satisfied smugness. There was something in those eyes now, something that had never before exited, and something that would disappear as soon as the sun rose and the day once again drew away all secrecy of the night. "I love you." he said bluntly and laid his head back down, unsure of what his lover's response would be.
"You...w-w-what?" Randri stuttered and tried to bring Mozenrath's eyes to meet his. "Say it again." he begged.
Mozenrath himself from the bed, disgusted with the sudden vulnerability he had shown." I said it once, if your hearing is faulty it's your own doing." he felt two arms try to pull him back down, but shoved them away. He wasn't sure how to react himself. What had just been experienced between them was something his was unaccustomed to. The lack of control....the lack of simple...........! Mozenrath stalked over to where his arms had hung from the door frame. He grabbed his pants from the floor and slides them over his long legs.
"Moze...please." Randri whispered, reaching out for him. "Please don't leave. I thought you enjoyed it."
"Enjoyed that!" Mozenrath whirled around, his face red with anger and embarrassment. "Enjoy the way you just tore my control away. The way you made my body beg for more!" he felt like throwing something at Randri, but at the moment nothing seemed heavy enough to do desired damage. How could he have allowed himself to lose his composure? How could he have SAID I love...
Mozenrath turned away from Randri,keeping his eyes away from the lovely nymph. "I want you to leave me be Randri."
Randri felt his heart drop to the very pit of his stomach. "You...you want me to leave?" ~No! Please Gods no! If I have to leave him I'll die I know it!~ he begged any deity that might be listening.
"No." Mozenrath said slowly. "But, leave me alone for a while. Play with that menagerie you created, torture the prisoners, I don't care what, but do not speak with me until I choose." he ordered and stormed out.
Randri felt a tightening in his stomach and a painful constriction around his chest. It hurt, it hurt unlike anything he'd experienced before. Why was he suddenly being so cold? Had he done something wrong? Perhaps he'd hurt him while inside...There was no explanation for that brief moment when Mozenrath had said 'I love you' to so rapidly deteriorate into the rush of anger he had suddenly displayed.
"What did I do wrong?" Randri lifted his head and yelled, crying soft, amber colored tears.