The dark magi was sprawled on a mountain of pillows, eyes closed, chest rising and falling slowly. He had no idea how long he had been confined in the room- days, weeks, months… it all blended together into a jumble of lost time. Not that time really mattered to Judal. He was just extremely bored. So bored he thought he might lose his sanity, if he hadn't already. He wanted to get out so badly! War ate at the fringes of his mind like a parasite feasting at a host' flesh. He wanted war, craved war, needed war. He didn't care who he would battle, as long as he had the opportunity to show his power and fight to his heart's content. It was so fun, so exciting. He hoped that the Kou Empire would go to war and soon. Being caged in a room was not fun, war was fun, and he certainly knew that he would have a role in any battle that would come up.
Unless Al-Sarmen said otherwise.
He thought about fighting Sinbad again and how exciting it would be! And fighting the Chibi wouldn't be so bad, either. He wanted to hear the distressed screams of civilians, watch them panic and run amok under his destruction… See the devastation of the surroundings and the carnage of the dead and wounded…
Right now, though, he was so tired. He barely had enough magoi to keep him awake. He stretched out and curled into a ball, buried his head in the soft, soft pillows.
Hurried footsteps sounded behind the door. He heard thumping and banging and people scurrying and shouting.
Oh, something good is happening out there, he thought. He wanted to go to the door and press his ear against it to listen to the commotion but no matter how much he urged his body to move, it wouldn't budge. He felt exhausted and pouted his lip at the thought of missing out on whatever was going on beyond his room.
The patter of feet became louder and louder, and suddenly the thick wooden door literally burst into a thousand splinters. Standing on the wreckage of the door, shrouded in a swirling cloud of dust, was the large red-headed brute, the freckled small-fry, and quickly rushing toward Judal was that stupid, reckless, annoying, idiot king.
He was happy to see him, ecstatic even, and overwhelmed with excitement at the sight of the broken door and the fainted guards in the corridor. Judal tried to push himself to his feet but wobbled and collapsed, and before hitting the floor was caught in Sinbad's gentle arms.
The magi's eyes fluttered groggily and he growled, "Yo, idiot king, what took you so damn long!"
Sinbad's majestic amber gaze was relieved but tinged with guilt as he replied, "We got lost in the desert for a couple days, but we finally made it, so you can act a little more grateful." He grinned.
Judal complained, "The High King of the Seven Seas got lost in the fucking desert?" he rolled his eyes. "This is why you're an idiot! I'm gonna rip your-" he cried in pain and slumped like a doll in the King's arms.
"He passed out." Sinbad uttered. "Hm….looks like I have to get rid of this." He touched the cold metal cuff around the magi's leg and drew back. "It sucks out magoi. Masrur, will you break this?" he beckoned for the general to come over.
Masrur cracked his knuckles and crushed the metal bond with raw strength alone. The cuff creaked and screeched before it was smashed into tiny bits that clattered to the floor. "Thank you." Sinbad clapped a hand on his shoulder before changing Judal's position so that he was carrying him bridal-style. "Alright, let's go."
They swiftly and quietly made their way out of the underground stone complex and reunited with the three horses they had ridden there on. Sinbad mounted a sleek black Arabian gelding and draped Judal across his lap as gingerly as possible. When Masrur and Ja'far were mounted on their horses, they galloped North toward the orange shimmer of the setting sun.
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The Blue Oasis Hotel was painfully but carefully located in the very heart of the desert. It was constructed so that weary travelers would be able to sleep without worry of the many dangerous creatures and in comfort. The manager's son had, six years ago, gotten stranded in the desert, and while he was sleeping was stung by a scorpion and later died. She hoped that by building the hotel, she could give a chance to other people wandering the dry terrain.
Sinbad rented three rooms: One for Ja'far, one for Masrur, and one for Judal and himself. He didn't dare risk leaving the weakened magi alone in fear that something might potentially happen to him.
The room was very luxurious. The carpet was a brilliant maroon and gold woven into an intricate rose design. The high-quality silk curtains matched the carpet, and the walls were painted a creamy beige. There was a matching furniture set of a scarlet velvet couch, two chairs, and a low mahogany table. The bed was surrounded by four posts carved into twisting dragons that served to hold a wall of filmy material trimmed with lace to keep insects out and privacy in.
Judal lay on the bed neatly tucked under the covers. Sinbad had requested extra pillows for him since he knew the magi loved a lot of them. As the king sat next to the bed, there was a knock at the door and a maid entered with a cart of steaming food. When she left and the door was locked again, Sinbad took the covers off the food. It made a dull clanging sound and Judal opened his eyes and sniffed.
"You're so loud, you idiot!" he snapped, gaze sliding over the plates of roasted hen and vegetables. "Oh, food. Give me some."
Sinbad stabbed a fork into the chicken. "I was just about to do that." He brought the fork to Judal's mouth and the magi hungrily bit it off.
Judal licked his lips. "I've had better. Hey, where are we? I thought we'd be at your fancy castle by now."
"It's really far away, so we're at a hotel for the night. I know the owners, so trust me when I say it'll be alright."
Judal rolled his eyes and grinned. "Oh, I trust you, your dumbness. You got me out of that hellhole."
Sinbad faintly smiled, a darkness creeping into his face. Then he collected more chicken onto the fork. "Eat your food." He lifted the chicken.
Judal snatched the fork. "I-I can eat myself. I'm not a baby." He blushed.
When he was finished eating, Sinbad suggested he take a bath.
Judal grumbled irritably, "I don't wanna take a bath! I want to sleep more!"
"No, you're taking a bath! You stink!" Sinbad threw the covers off Judal, hoisted him over his shoulder, and marched to the bathroom.
Judal pounded on his back while hissing, "Idiot, idiot idiot!"
The king gingerly set the Magi down and replied softly, "I know I'm an idiot."
Judal became quiet. Sinbad began to slip Judal's pants off when he was slapped on the hand. "I-I can undress myself, you moron! Sheesh!"
When Judal was fully undressed Sinbad had to avert his eyes because the aching want, need, to touch and feel Juda's body threatened to devour him senseless. Judal plucked his hair-tie off and let his long ebony locks, which were very wavy from being in a braid so long without a bath, flow freely. He exhaled pleasantly as he dipped his body into the hot water.
Sinbad asked, "Do you need any help?"
Judal's eyes were glazed and lazy and he splashed in the tub. "Mmm…You can rub my back and shoulders."
He immersed his whole body in the water, hair floating on the surface like a great black halo. When he came up, Sinbad applied soap to a washcloth and rubbed his shoulders and back in a gentle, slow rhythm.
"Hmmm… that feels nice. Really-ah-nice. Just don't expect me to do it for you." The magi stuck his tongue out.
Sinbad chuckled. "I have other… people to do that." He felt himself getting hard, so damn hard, and he wanted to just slam Judal right then and there in the tub. Patience was never his strong point.
Judal laughed. "Haha, I can see the way you're looking at me. I'm not that shallow."
"I never thought you were." Sinbad whispered as he leaned over the tub and trapped the other man in a fiery kiss. His lips were so smooth like butter and the water dripped from Judal's hair onto him. Sinbad licked it off his cheek and the expanse of his pale neck, nibbled playfully at his ear, breath hot and tickling. Judal moaned as he sucked on his ear, so sensitive, swiped his tongue behind it, nipped at the lobe teasingly.
"We-we should go to the bed." He suggested, panting. "And you should take off those damned clothes."
"Good point." Sinbad rushed into the main room and hurriedly took off his clothes. Judal quickly wrung his hair dry in a towel and flopped onto the bed. He smirked haughtily as he stared at the king's large, erect cock.
Sinbad crawled on top of Judal, pinned his slender legs under his, grabbed a fistful of hair and yanked Judal's head upward, crushed lips onto lips in a passionate frenzy. Judal moaned in pleasure as Sinbad bit at his neck and held his hands firmly on the sheets so he couldn't move.
In one rapid instant, Sinbad thrust himself into Judal. The magi was so tight, but he continued plunging into him, rocking back and forth. Judal shrieked in complete bliss, fingers clawing at the sheets.
Sinbad pulled out, breathless.
"More! You need to be more…vicious. Cruel. Merciless." Judal growled. "Here! I'll show you how to do it!" his hand shot out and seized Sinbad's member, then squeezed roughly and sank his nails into it.
Sinbad yelped. "Hey, your hand is freezing!"
Judal squeezed again. Hard. The king groaned in ecstasy, eyes flickering wildly. The magi lowered his face to the massive cock and enclosed his lips around it, sucked at the sweet cum, then bit into it, causing Sinbad to scream. He continued to add the length into his mouth, slurping hungrily, greedily. Sinbad's whole body jerked and spasmed, eyes rolling into the back of his head. Judal slowly slid his mouth off, relishing the wonderful reaction he was given for his performance.
The magi flipped onto his back and Sinbad was relentless as he shoved all of himself, every inch, into Judal abruptly. Judal bucked and writhed as the other man rammed into him, rigid and painful, but he savored the pain as one would savor an expensive steak. He craved the pain, lusted after it, whimpered in hurt and absolute bliss. When Sinbad finally stopped, he sagged into the bed like a lifeless object , aching and burning, but overcome with the thrill of fantastic sex.
Sinbad laid beside him, stroked his beautiful hair, gazed into his wild crimson eyes. Judal was mesmerized by the king's own gorgeous amber eyes, and before they knew it, both men were lost in sleep, facing each other, hand in hand…
No thoughts of what tomorrow would bring…