Rohyrs name, moaning it helplesslywith every inward stroke.Beforetoo long, Rohyrs measured lunges and murmured assurances faded ashe, too, careened toward completion. His thrusts quickened and hisbreathing roughened as his pleasure spiralled beyond his control. Buthe managed at the last to snatch back some vestige of mastery and,staving off his climax by sheer dint of will, reached between theirheaving bodies to curl his fingers around the rigid shaft thatprodded his belly. He briskly stroked it. A spate of harsh sobs burstfrom Lassen.Please!he cried out, unable to voice what exactly it was he wanted.Momentsbefore his climax hit him, Rohyr fastened his lips on a nipple.Groaning around the plump peak, he spent himself, shuddering withevery fulsome gush of his seed. A few seconds later, staccato criesrent the air and frantic fingers raked his back as Lassen came toexplosive release, the draw of Rohyrs lips on his nipple and thecontracting of his muscles around Rohyrs shaft heightening everysensation and lengthening his rapture. While his orgasm slowly fadedaway, Lassen clung to Rohyr as a castaway might hang on for dear lifeto a boulder in the midst of a stormy sea.ChapterEightEnchainmentRohyrcarefully pulled out of Lassen and gently rolled them onto theirsides. There was no need to clean up. Only a few drops of seedstippled the flaxen curls on Lassens groin. When a turned Deirorgasmed, he produced very little semen if at all.Heleisurely ran his fingers through Lassens tousled hair,occasionally kissing his damp brow. The affectionate gestures soothedthe lad. He calmed down to Rohyrs satisfaction and snuggledagainst him, laying his head on the kings shoulder. Rohyr smiledagainst his fair locks.Atlength, he reached behind Lassen and gingerly probed his bottom.Lassen winced and stiffened.Rohyrsat up and, turning to his bedside table, pulled open the topmostdrawer. Lassen watched curiously as he retrieved a small glass jarfilled with a slightly translucent substance with a bluish hue.Theking unscrewed the cover of the jar and scooped up a dollop of whatappeared to be a loose cream with his fingers. It had a mild mintyfragrance. Setting the container aside, he turned back to Lassen.Rollover, Las-min,he instructed.Lassenhesitated at first, eyeing the cream suspiciously, but finally did ashe was bid. He tensed as his legs were parted then jerked and gaspedin protest when Rohyr slid his fingers up his aching rump. But thedull pain quickly gave way to a bearable twinge and, after a shortwhile, he sighed and relaxed.Better?Rohyr murmured.Verymuch, Lassen almost purred. He looked over his shoulder to meetRohyrs amused gaze. What is it?Amedicament developed by my physician. It numbs the pain of an injurywhile it helps it heal. You should be quite recovered by morning.Rohyrscooped up another generous amount of the cream.Lassenblushed as Rohyr smoothed more of the salve into him. A ridiculousreaction, really, when only minutes earlier, hed had far more thanRohyrs fingers up his arse. Still, the kings tending of hispost-coital aches felt just as intimate as their coupling. It was notonly his body that Rohyr soothed with his care but also his spirit.Lassenwondered at the deepening warmth he felt toward his lord and lover.** * *Heawakened to the feel of kisses on his