WORRLGENHALL (61 page)

“
Then let it be from task only.” Belon accepted. “That you lay with her.”

“
From task only,” Aderac agreed, and again averred his only true want, “And from love and desire do I lay with you.”

T
rue
to his word, Belon, who as soon as he arrived at Ivodgald had many women and a few men lustfully try to seduce him, was faithful to Aderac, and although wed, other than his wife, and seldom, Aderac did not even as much as glance at another.

 
Once back at Ivodgald, at Belon’s request, immediately Aderac ordered a large hidden room constructed that connected to his royal chamber, which Belon could enter from the hallway.

Each day as if an eternity, Aderac impatiently tasked his stonemasons and servants to fi
nish it quickly and once finally completely and furnished, enthusiastically late into the nights and sometimes during the day when they could sneak away, they embraced in it away from ears of others.

As Belon kept his promise, Aderac relished the pleasure of being inside Belon, and often overcome by his passionate moans, words, or returning thrusts, not as experienced, spent his seed or tired long before he would.

Always overly apologetic and worried Belon would become frustrated, bore of him, or be with someone else more experienced. Truly in love with him, Belon would hold and comfort him assuring him that he would always only be his desire.

Anxious to please Belon in every way, Aderac practiced meth
ods Belon taught him of ways to control himself and his pace, until both could erupt in unison, and zealously Aderac mastered it so well, Belon often became the one overcome, and the passion between them became truly great.

Over time, as Aderac became even
more deeply in love. When Belon left Ivodgald for any length of time, Aderac so miserable he could not eat or sleep for long, would mope and sigh wistfully missing him, and no one could brighten his mood; until word reached him Belon was on his way back; and it would brighten.

Without fail, when he received word of Belon
’s return, Aderac would have his horse saddled and ready at the gate; then pace the top walls of Ivodgald anxiously waiting for the guards to spot him, and no matter how late; if pouring rain; scorching heat; or raging winds, would eagerly ride out to greet him.

Often, as he rode to him, when Belon saw him coming and it wasn
’t very late or the weather was nice, would turn his horse and ride away for Aderac to follow, then when alone they would trot their horses alongside the other and talk lovingly.

In turn, Belon loved Aderac just as much, and when away his letters or messages of reports to him included secret words of love or passion that only he and Aderac could interpret, and as Aderac h
eard them, he listened intently remembering every word or read his letters until he fell asleep with them still tightly in his grip.

Although, well aware that anything he wanted Aderac would grant, out of love and worry others would mock him behind his bac
k, Belon refused many of the gifts, but Aderac insisted on one and hurt when he initially refused, Belon gave in and accepted a beautiful fully-grown gray mare, with a lustrous flowing black mane and tail.

One night, as Belon proudly rode into the courtya
rd on it, when he jumped off to go inside, he heard one of the guards speak to another and snicker; then when Belon slowly turned and looked; they turned their heads the other way.

“
Whispers,” Belon, long since he had let his temper rule him, said calmly, “Speak it so I may laugh as well.”

“
Woe to any who speak against you Commander Belon,” he commented sarcastically, “Soon his head would greet those at the gate without a body.”

“
Speak freely,” he insisted, “No words shall reach him.”

“
So be it,” the guard indignantly replied, more than happy to speak his mind, “You came here from Worrlgen and brought your vile ways with you that we all know is what got you high in place. I will not be commanded by you, and the sight of you sickens me so much, I know the food I ate this day will come back up.”

The other man covered his mouth, but as his shoulders lifted, it was obvious he was hiding his laugh.

Belon’s teeth clenched from his insulting words and wanting to literally rip his throat out, he kept his word and didn’t; instead, he looked at them both, then back at the man who spoke so heartfelt.

“
Vile ways or not, if I command you and you do not obey,” he promised him, “You will not have to worry about losing what you ate. I will cut you open so that it all lies at your feet.”

The guard stiffened; then when saw the fierce stare Belon gave him, nodded and turned his head knowing it was best to say nothing else.

Later that night, as Belon lay naked in bed with his arms behind his head waiting for Aderac, when he came into the room and undressed, he noticed Belon seemed lost in thought.

“
Your thoughts are deep,” his soft words, when he climbed in bed and stroked the smooth deep red hair on Belon’s muscled broad chest, “Will you speak why?”

“
I am worried,” he revealed when he looked at him.

“
Worried about what?”

After he sighed, he put his arm around him and pulled him close.

“A man you are, but a young man,” he voiced his suspected worry, “The throne shall be yours soon enough and I fear so will those longing to remove you from it.”

“
Have words of treachery reached your ears? Aderac asked, and sat up slightly alarmed.

“
No words have,” Belon reassured, “Yet, what we are to each other could have others believing you are weak.”

Aderac sat up even more and looked at h
im as his breathing stilled. Not from fear of treachery, but from fear Belon had now begun to believe they should not be together.

“
Such darkness shall become my life,” Aderac quickly averred, while looking right into his eyes, “Should you speak of ending us.”

“
Out of love,” he said, looking back into his magnetic green eyes, “I would again allow my heart to know sorrow to see no harm came to you.”

Angered, Aderac leaped onto his feet out of bed.

“Hear me well, Belon!” he roared when he did, “I am weak with only you. Yet, dare another believe I am weak from my ways with you, and he will know my wrath as he breathes his last!”

Satisfied, Belon smiled. He enjoyed seeing a fire in him, as well as, a loving side. “
My heart is lifted.”

Aderac
dived back into bed. Moved closer to Belon, then took his finger and ran it the down the center of his hard tight stomach.

“
Is what is between your thighs that I enjoy lifted as well?” Aderac asked, as his finger slowly moved lower.

“
Umm,” he moaned, while watching his finger and saying nothing until he got his answer.

Aderac hummed pleased, when he discovered the answer. “
Well lifted.”

His hand now caressing him, Belon turned onto his side and faced him, and as he looked at his face
. Not outwardly pleasing to look at by those who looked at him through eyes not filled with love. In love with him, Belon now saw him as stunning, and smiled.

“
Ah, Aderac I love looking into those wonderful green eyes of yours and at your face,” he whispered, as he began to kiss on him as they lay, “And pleased I am to be in love again, and no longer lonely.”

“
Whisper to me no other shall hear those words from you again as long you live,” Aderac requested, and moved onto his back, “As you thrust inside me.”

His shaft stiff and throb
bing, Belon kissed him before he sat up again in bed. “Come, sit on me, and as you face me with each thrust you will hear my words of love for only you until our bodies tremble.

“
Umm, Belon,” Aderac’s response while moving his body on top of Belon’s, but instead of facing him, he turned the other way and arched his hips.

His tempting exposed
smooth rear enticing Belon even more, when Aderac’s buttocks lifted, Belon grabbed them and spread them apart to gaze at his ever-pleasing rose now blossoming.

“
Ssss,” Aderac hissed when he felt Belon’s engorged seed pearled head push inside and open it.

Letting his rear rise and fall to Belon
’s thrusts, Aderac leaned forward and grabbed Belon’s feet. As each thrust went deep only stopping at Belon’s now tightening jewels, Aderac leaned over even more, then sucked and licked Belon’s toes.

“
Turn and face me!” Belon cried out, enjoying it.

Belon deep inside Aderac
’s smoldering tunnel, Aderac didn’t want to stop the momentum of his thrusting.

“
Do not stop,” Aderac begged, “Release it into me.”

Belon lifted Aderac
’s thin frame and turned him around himself. “I want to look into your green eyes,” he said, as suddenly a streaming flood of thick white release pumped into Aderac.

Aderac had not words to express his delight a
t the feeling. Instead, he grabbed Belon tightly around his neck before his own body seized as he coated Belon’s stomach.

**

Although, Ivodgald
’s kingdom was far larger than Worrlgen; Belon knew the men who made up the kingdom to defend it were less disciplined, so he set in his mind that all under him would train in the same way he was trained there and routinely on foot, as well as, on a horse.

Belon in command of all the horse guard and half the footmen, and Ulborid in charge of the bowmen; the men
of the armory; and the other half of the footmen, with several high in command under them both, he resolved that any under his command would be fiercely well skilled.

Rigorously, he made them train, wanting one man able to bring down several with more tha
n just pure might, but with tactics by observing closely his enemy before him. He also wanted not one man under him brought to heed off his horse or off his feet easily, which was a defiant trait instilled in him by his father.

Although, often mocked by U
lborid for it, who dared say nothing against the way Belon trained his men to his face, he often hatefully gazed at him envious of how well all Belon’s men responded to him, as he trained alongside them trying hard to please him.

Early one morning, as King
Hurus, Aderac, along with his wife, and others ate breakfast; Gueden walked into the hall and commented sarcastically on how Belon always had his men up well before dawn far out somewhere making them practice, just as he was doing that morning.

“
Always out so early,” King Hurus commented as he ate, but nodded approvingly.

Anything to do with Belon interesting Aderac, he rose from the table, had a servant bring him his horse, and rode out to him to watch; then when he saw him walking in front of the men lou
dly giving commands, as they practiced, as well as, practicing with them; he became engrossed.

As he walked back and forth, Aderac almost entranced studied Belon
’s every move, from the lift of his strong arm to give one of the men pat on the back, to the kick from his long muscled leg at a branch that happened to be in his way.

His height tall, he towered over them, and his body strong muscled, he knew none could bring him down by hand. Belon
’s naked body almost flawless, other than a wound here or there, as Aderac watched him, he began to have trouble sitting on his horse because his shaft grew rigid when he imagined it pressed against his.

Out of respect for him, he stayed out of sight while he watched not to distract his men; but when Belon saw him, he
chose his two favorite to take command, and rode over to Aderac.

“
You stand watching me,” he said when he joined him.

“
Yes,” Aderac admitted, “It was to be a short while, but I could not take my eyes off you.”

After he spoke, Belon jumped off his horse, t
hen stood next to him as now both watched the men train.

“
You were not beside me when I woke,” Aderac commented, wanting to run his hands along some part of his body.

“
I gathered you would be tired,” he teased, “When I pulled out of you, you fell into a sound sleep.”

“
Ah, well winded you were last night and hearty were your thrusts that when done I did fall right to sleep,” he admitted, “But I always long for more, wake me.”

“
Then more you shall have,” Belon leaned over playfully whispering in his ear, “And I will make it such that you will not miss me when I am away at WorrlgenHall.”

Aderac
’s face showed his surprise. “Away at WorrlgenHall, when?”

“
I reason,” Belon said, as he thought how to divide his time between the kingdoms, “I will journey from one to another after two seasons pass each time.”

“
Belon,” Aderac expressed unhappily, “Soon winter will be upon us. To journey in it is not wise, and I fear harm will come to you from the ice, wind, and snow.”