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trace thecleft of his backside, circling the tight aperture before sliding into the knuckle. Lassens renewed excitement heightened and hemewled a protest when Rohyr withdrew his fingers. He watchedmesmerized as the Ardan lazily licked his lips before nudgingLassens knees up and apart and leaning down to partake of theearthy delicacies thus exposed.Agoodly, wonderful while had passed when Rohyr finally untied hiswrists. Lassen turned into his embrace a little weakly, his lowerbody throbbing deliciously from rigorous usage. When Rohyr set toundoing him, he was very thorough about it. He snuggled contentedlyin Rohyrs arms.Thiswas the first time since Rohyrs binding that Lassen had enteredhis suite again. It simply would have been too impolitic for the kingto invite his leman to spend the night in his rooms when he had notasked it of his consort. Or at least to blatantly do so when thatconsort was quartered just down the corridor from him.ButTyrde was not in residence at the moment. Right after the solsticefeast, he declared that he was unaccustomed to the oft severe wintersof the north. Tyrde had departed only that morn for the milder climesof the south to sojourn briefly in Qimaras before proceeding to hisfief of Anju. Lassen had until mid spring before the rhythm of hislife was disrupted once more.Notonce had Tyrde said an unkind word to him if and when they bumpedinto each other. Nor had he ever raised a hand to Lassen on thepretext of some offense or another. But what the Ardis did behindclosed doors wounded Lassen far more than any abuse Tyrde might heapon him. What could be more hurtful than having to bear witness toTyrdes aggressive attempts to wean Rohyr from him with charmingentreaties and torrid overtures?Las?he heard Rohyr murmur. Hmm? was all he could muster in reply.Rohyrchuckled then drew slightly away that he could look into Lassensface. A few minutes silent regard was enough to rouse Lassen from hispost-coital torpor into mild anxiety. Rohyr spoke with suddensoberness.Whatif I were to reverse my imprint on you?Lassenstared at him, any lingering drowsiness vanishing in an instant. Areyou-are you releasing me from service? he blurted, alarm sharp inhis voice.Nay!Rohyr caught him in a reassuring hug. Didnt I tell you that Ineed you now more than ever?Thenwhy? Lassen shakily asked.Rohyrcaressed one pale cheek. Years ago, I told you that if you wereever to love another, you could ask it of me and I would set youfree. Youve never done so and Id like to believe that you neverwill.Lassenswallowed. I dont want another, he whispered.Howcan you be certain that its not my imprint that holds you back?Rohyr softly countered. Maudlin as it may sound, I want you tostay with me for my sake and not because you have no choice in thematter. Ive thought long and hard about this. You know I wouldnever act thusly on a mere whim. And I believe that you would neverbreak faith with me, he added. I trust you, Las-min,with all my heart.Itwas a gift, Lassen realized. Rohyr had not couched it in those termsbut that was what his offer was. He pressed his face against
Rohyrsshoulder, moved beyond words that his lover should have such faith inhim.Theynever spoke of love. It was not wise when there could be noculmination at an altar for the both of them. What feelings theyharbored beyond their fervent couplings and companionable momentstogether were left unvoiced.Lassenran his fingers reverently along Rohyrs lips. I know why I havestayed by you all these years. But if you would have me unfettered,so be it.Thereversal of an imprint required no coupling as its initial placingdid nor did it take as long to accomplish. Rohyr simply took hold ofthe ever present link that bound Lassen to him and severed it.Thechange was subtle; layer upon layer of control withdrawn so slowlythat Lassen did not quite realize he was free until he registered thevoid Rohyrs presence had previously filled. He shuddered, feelingadrift after having lived with that presence for ten years.Howdo you feel? Rohyr asked.Lassenshook his head, keeping his eyes closed as if in fear of a physicalrelease as well. Strange, he said, his voice breaking. Alone.Hefelt the Ardans lips on his brow and cheeks. Im here, mysweet. I will not leave you.Lassenopened his eyes. Rohyrs concerned visage met his hesitant gaze. Hestared at him. He did not know why but it seemed as if Rohyr was evenmore beautiful than he remembered. Was it possible he already missedhim just from having him withdraw from his mind?Hereached up and pulled Rohyr down until their lips met, parted andslanted against each other in scorching urgency. It occurred toLassen that in the absence of the imprint that had once connectedthem, the searing intimacy of their bodies unions would become themeans by which to bridge the gap left behind.Rohyrrode him hard, banishing by sheer dint of his near ravishment theshards of fear that threatened to overcome him. Proved that theintense pleasure Lassen had always experienced whenever they cametogether was no illusion imposed on Lassens consciousness butderived from the sharing of their bodies. When he shattered at last,Lassen knew nothing but the ecstasy of completion made more gloriousby the knowledge that it was at Rohyrs hands that he had foundsuch bliss.** * *Thesnow lay thin on the ground in Anju even at the height of winter;such was the climates gentleness in the south of Ylandre. Few ofits feathered denizens migrated to the warmer lands further downyonder and the hardier flora did not wither away to reawaken in thespring. As such, the view from Tyrdes chamber was a pretty oneindeed.Thelovely sight went unnoticed as Tyrdes rage mounted. He had justfinished reading the dispatch that came that afternoon. There had notbeen much beyond frivolous gossip in the missive composed by one ofhis coterie. He was not a friend; Tyrde was no fool to confide in anyof these recently acquired hangers-on. But the courtier wasloose-tongued and enjoyed spreading tales. Who better to keep Tyrdeabreast of what was happening in Rikara?Hehad not however expected to feel such anger and jealousy over thetalk that Lassen had spent each and every night with Rohyr sinceTyrde left the capital. And in Rohyrs apartment no less when he,Tyrde, had never set foot within.Hecould
particular. Lassen may not have witnessed theCattanian incursion that had ended with the extension of Velarusborders but he had heard enough tales of the slaughter and rapinethat had taken place until the Ylandrin forces repelled the invaders.The Dimaris were cut from the same cloth as the brutal Ferrendas ofyore.Hestarted when Tyrde suddenly leaned forward and caught a lock of hishair, rubbing the soft strands between his fingers. The Ardis grinnedwhen Lassen jerked back out of reach.Hmm,you are pretty, Tyrde commented. Not quite to my exacting tastebut youd do in a pinch.Thatmade Lassens skin crawl. He rose to his feet and darted a glanceat the door to gauge the distance to it from where he stood.Tyrdelaughed. Oh, dont be silly, he mocked. I know Rohyr hasimprinted you and would make it most unpleasant for me were I toattempt to sample whatever virtue you may still possess. A pity.Twould be interesting to see what drew him to you. He stood upwith a shrug. But not enough to put up with any unpleasantness,he added as he turned away and walked to the door. Think aboutwhat I said in the meantime. Or better yet, act on it soonest. And,oh yes. He paused at the door. If you mention this conversationto Rohyr or anyone else, I shall break with him forthwith.Heopened the door and came face to face with a startled Josel. Tyrdeglanced back at Lassen, snickered, then swept past the old servant.Josel stared after him suspiciously then turned concerned eyes onLassen.Areyou well, Dyhar?he asked, noticing Lassens pallor.Lassennodded and strode to the balcony. He stared at the gardens, breathingin deeply as if to dispel a noxious odor in his nostrils.** * *Rohyr-dyharbade me tell you that he will come to you tonight. Thank you,Josel.Lassenchecked his clothes pack and the bundle of gifts for his family and afew friends back in Tal Ereq one more time. It would only be histhird trip home in the ten years he had resided in Rikara. He hadbeen looking forward to it so much that Rohyr finally allowed him todepart Rikara ahead of the heavy rains of the spring monsoon on thecondition that he returned by midsummer. Lassen sighed. He wasexcited aboutseeinghis parents and brothers again. But Tyrdes threat had taken away agood chunk of his joy.Joselpatiently awaited him at the door. He obliged the old servant andentered the sitting room to have dinner. In the month since Tyrdesreturn, Lassen more oft than not had his meals in his apartmentunless he was out and about in the city. In which case he would eatat an inn or tavern instead.Furtivetalk was not the cause for his avoidance of the dining hall. He wasused to gossip. But Tyrde had taken to eyeing him in none toofriendly fashion whenever they wound up in the same space whereas,previously, the latter had simply ignored him. It was a dilemma evenRohyr could do nothing about and Lassen refused to draw his loverinto a situation that would do his name no good. It was one thing tokeep a paramour after one was wed, quite another to esteem him overones
official partner. Deiran permissiveness did not extend thatfar.Lassenate sparsely of an excellent tomquail stew and crisp flat bread. Eventhe slice of wildberry tart with its crunchy nut crust and honeyedcustard base did not tempt him beyond a few bites. Josel worried overhim but Lassen managed to convince him that his lack of appetite wasdue to his elation over seeing his family again after so long.Appeased, Josel placed a crystal flute of mirashon the table.WhileJosel prepared his bath, Lassen raised the flute and stared at itsbright blue contents. Rohyr always employed the greatest care toavoid getting him with child. When Lassen took the occasional respitefrom the consumption of mirash,they coupled by anal intercourse alone. Now, of all times, thethought struck Lassen particularly hard. Sighing, he brought theflute to his lips. He stopped before taking the first sip.Lassenstared at the mirashagain. And then he stood and strode to the balcony. Two potted plantsadorned it, one on either side. After a moments hesitation, Lassenpoured the mirashinto one of the pots. When Josel came to fetch him, he was seated onthe balustrade, clutching the empty glass to his chest and staringinto the dark.Hesettled on the bed afterward to await Rohyr. But restlessnessovertook him and he rose to pace about aimlessly, oblivious to thenip of the cool night breeze on his bare skin. It felt as if time waspassing too quickly. Time wasted on waiting when there was so littleleft of it. By tomorrow, he would be gone from the city and far fromRohyr.Lassendid not know whence the impulse came but he pulled on a dressing robeand slipped out of his apartment. He looked up and down the hallwayto ascertain that it was empty then hastened to Rohyrs suite. Hehad already committed a crime by not taking mirashwhenhe would be spending the night with the Ardan. What was a mereviolationofprotocol compared to that? And in any case, neither act would berepeated. He would not be around to do either.Heentered Rohyrs quarters and padded silently through the sittingroom to the bedchamber. Peering in, he saw Rohyr at his writing deskreading a letter, clad in a loose shirt and plain breeches. Engrossedin whatever the missive contained, he did not notice Lassensapproach. Lassen waited for him to set aside the sheet and rise tohis feet.Rohyrsexpression when he turned around to discover his leman standing rightbehind him would have prompted Lassen to tease him mercilessly at anyother time. Instead, he pressed against Rohyr and cut off hissurprised, Why are you here? with a kiss that communicated ahunger of such magnitude, it blindsided the king. Rohyr caught Lassento himself and kissed him back hard.Hewas in for a further surprise, however, when his shirt fell open andhis breeches loosened around his waist. Lassen plunged his hand intohis crotch to grip him. Rohyr broke away and stared at his leman inconfusion. Lassen was never less than a wanton in their bed butneither had he ever been so forward before.Las?he ventured, his voice hitching as he was assiduously stroked. Whatare you?Lassendid not wait for him to finish speaking but slowly slid down hisbody, lips and
teeth grazing whatever they encountered as he did,leaving Rohyr quite speechless. And when he sank to his knees andcame face to face with the thick flesh in his hand, still he saidnothing but took the whole of it into his mouth.Thesudden clutch at his shoulders and drawn out hiss followed by a spateof sharp gasps confirmed the merit of continuing. He drew uponRohyrs shaft voraciously, ignoring Rohyrs whisperedimprecations and his almost painful grip on him. All that matteredwas this taste of his lover, of the faint salty flavor of engorgedflesh mingled with the sweet-bitter tang of emerging semen. Ah, howhe would miss this, he thought, as he repeatedly slid his mouth alongthat gorgeous length.Buteven more would he miss the feel of Rohyr inside him. Spurred by thepotent image that thought conjured, he reached down to fondle hissheath, turning himself on his own. The stimulation drove him toservice Rohyr even more hungrily.Enough!Rohyr ordered, his enunciation caught between a growl and a groan. Hekicked the chair away then pulled Lassen to his feet and whipped himabout toleanagainst the desk. Lassen latched onto his mouth, smiling around thekiss at the muffled curse Rohyr uttered. Rohyr reached around him toshove the sheaves of paper and the narrow case of quills off thedesk. Lassen entertained the passing thought that it was a good thingthe inkwell was empty else there would be a beastly mess to clean upthe following morning.Rohyrlifted him onto the desk and pried his legs apart with titillatingcrudeness. Before he could think another thought, Rohyr was in him,deep and hard, and he cried out at the jolt of pleasure limned withthe faintest hint of pain at so sudden a piercing. He fell back andgrabbed at the table edge above his head to brace himself againstRohyrs almost brutal thrusts. Veres almighty, he was going to bespectacularly sore tomorrow if this was how Rohyr used him thisnight. Lassen dearly hoped that was the case.Theyclimaxed one after the other in short order, the pace they had settoo intense to sustain for long. With a groan, Rohyr allowed himselfto rest atop Lassen for a few minutes while he caught his breath.Lassen held him tightly, enjoying the closeness that was more thanthe joining of their bodies. He felt the familiar rush of warmth asit made its way up his seed channel to his womb.Lassencaught his breath. His eyes snapped open. He almost sobbed out apaean to all the saints in the pantheon when the warmth flared into aspreading heat in his belly. Tears prickled at his eyes and hestruggled to hold them back.Heclung to Rohyr, feeling closer to him than ever. Even if Rohyr didnot know that his seed had taken root.Atlength, Rohyr drew back slightly. As he did, he noted Lassensoverly bright eyes. What is it?Lassenshook his head and smiled. I was only thinking that I shall missyou terribly, he murmured.Rohyrgazed at him awhile before softly saying, Ill miss you, too,Las.Hestarted to pull out only to find his waist entrapped by Lassenslegs. He regarded his leman with an amused lift of his eyebrows.MayI assume that youre not yet satisfied?Lassenchuckled,
event thathe did choose to play the mare, it was understood that only analintercourse was permissible so that the chances of conception werealtogether done away with.Lassenwondered if he was worthy of Rohyrs submission; more soconsidering what he was about to do. But on the heels of his doubtcame remembrance of his reasons for leaving and the loneliness hewould face from thereon. If only to add to the store of memories thatwould buttress his spirit, he would take this precious gift. And ifthat damned him in Rohyrs eyes ever after, so be it. He would haveRohyr safe. He would see Ylandre whole.Itwas with a sense of unreality that he positioned himself to takeRohyr, even the wrap of his lovers legs around his waist not quiteenough to dispel his disbelief. He had never imagined such a moment,much less expected it. And then he slowly slid into tight heat assatin-bound muscles gave way before his invading shaft. He let out agasping groan as pleasure rippled through him, the sensation of beingsheathed indescribable and intense.Hegazed at Rohyr, his expression a mixture of incredulity and joy.Rohyrs answering smile mirrored his. A few whispered words ofencouragement and Lassen began to drive his hips forward in theage-old act of bodily penetration.Theywere soon gasping in concert, both experiencing sexual union from theopposite perspective for the first time. Lassen hoped that Rohyr wasenjoying this union as much as he was and worried that he was not.The strong grip of hands on his arms cut through his haze and hepeered at Rohyr with pleasure-dazed eyes.Rohyrhad thrown his head back on the pillow and his breathing had grownrough and unsteady. There was no mistaking the ecstasy etched in hisfeatures despite the discomfort he must have felt from a firstbreaching. Lassens doubts vanished, supplanted by relief andsatisfaction. He discarded the last of his uncertainties and threwhimself with abandon into their lovemaking. Their joint pleasurewaxed sharply. All too soon, feeling himself near orgasm, Lassenremembered to reach between them for Rohyrs shaft and stroke it intime to his thrusts as well as he could.Witha choked cry, he climaxed, the part of him that had not turnedincoherent thrilling to the knowledge of spending himself insideRohyr. Liquid warmth hit his skin. Pushing himself up, he saw thattheir bellies were dappled with pearlescent fluid. He had not turnedRohyr and that meant the release of semen upon his orgasm. Lassenclosed his eyes with a groan. There was something exceedingly eroticabout the sight of Rohyrs seed on their bodies.Hestarted when Rohyrs fingers grazed his shaft where they were stilljoined to each other. The sensation combined with the faint frissonsof resurgent desire to wrack his body anew. He opened his eyes andgazed at Rohyr.Theking looked at him from under lowered lids, a lazy smile hovering onhis lips.Sohandsome did he look with that devilish sparkle in his eyes thatLassens heart swelledwithoverflowing affection. His lust banked in the wake of his feelings.He gingerly pulled out of Rohyr and rolled off him to lie at hisside.
swap Martin at any time, and he was under no obligation togive him any notice regarding his intentions. This did seem unlikely,but he couldnt rule it out. It was possible, too, that Henrydidnt realize, but that he would come to the conclusion on his ownbefore the date of the party and decide not to attend. Or he might goanyway. He might want to see what hed been missing.WhenMartin had first come to Henry, hed been eager to participate inswaps, eager to experience the variety, all the new bodies. He lovedsex, loved being fucked, loved kissing and touching and all of thethings that masters werent supposed to do for slaves, and hedlooked forward to receiving that kind of attention from some newgroup of boys. It had been hugely disappointing to discover thatHenry had no intention of swapping and didnt seem to want to fuckhim, either. Martin was so good at sex, such a popular partneramongst his cohort at Ganymede, and hed been so sure that hismaster would appreciate everything he could do, but Henry hadnttouched him.Thatfirst week in school, the slaves had all talked about what they likedto do and how they liked to do it, their classroom filled with amiasma of arousal, and for everyone else this humid, heady clouddispersed after the first parties of the year, but for Martin therewas never resolution on any front, and he felt this difference fromthe group very acutely.Hedfelt quite despondent during that initial month. It had seemed sounfair to have the master he wanted, but for that master to beindifferent to his charms. It made him question whether he did, infact, have any charms at all. None of his new friends had reportedsimilar difficulties with their masters. Ganymede had given him notraining to prepare for such a situation. Hed thought about askingMr. Tims advice, but was too ashamed to let the senior companionknow of his abject failure in his role. Martin hadnt known how hewas going to live without affection, without sex, but asking Henry togive him leave to pursue outside arrangements wouldve been toomuch like admitting defeat, and he had not been ready to concede.Hedmade wishes, countless wishes, furtively writing them out under theguise of doing homework, and burning them out in the side yard duringhis dinner hour. The rest of the Blackwell slaves had noted hisdesperation, but had been kind enough not to question him. Over andover he wished LetHenry want me,and when that didnt have any effect, he begged for scraps: LetHenry use me.He had a good imagination; any contact at all with Henry could beenough.Eventually,of course, Henry had made up for all of that. It had been worthwaiting to finally receive the full force of Henrys affection.Henry had surprised him, so naturally adept and learning everythingMartin wanted to teach him with ease. He had a perfect body, and sucha beautiful cock, and wanted nothing more than to please Martin,which was a gift Martin felt sure he didnt deserve. Martin had hadsex with a great number of boys and men, but somehow it had neverbeen like this before, never this intense. Perhaps