WORRLGENHALL (112 page)

 
      Overwhelmed by how easily he did it, almost unable to breathe, once Ovfren was on it, he opened his arms and spread his legs wide longing to feel him between them.

 
      After looking back at him, and deep into his eyes, Enek again sprawled his body over Ovfren’s body, passionately kissing up and down his torso, and as their arms wrapped around the others, he pulled his head back and looked at him again.

 
      “I give myself over to you, Ovfren,” he whispered his symbolic gesture, as he rolled off him and got onto his stomach, then sprawled himself wide, “And it shall be you to begin what will be with us, if you want me.”

 
      Whom he passionately wanted, Ovfren moved on top of him, then while kissing his back tenderly and lovingly, he pressed his own body down onto Enek’s and intertwined their fingers.

 
      When he did, Enek could feel Ovfren’s hard shaft pressed between the top of his buttocks and arched his hips slightly excited, yet filled with trepidation of how the penetration would feel.

 
      “You must not clinch, or it will hurt worse.”

 
      “Will you be able to slide into me with ease?”

 
      Ovfren looked down. The sight of Enek’s arched hips and tight buttocks flexing, while anticipating his feel made his shaft’s slit emit beads of smooth pearls.

 
      “I should be,” he whispered into the back of his ear,” I am leaking already, and it will help me ease and open you better.”

 
      Ever so slowly, Ovfren began his first thrust making Enek’s fingers snap closed with Ovfren’s fingers, as each stabbing thrust deepened until every inch of him was finally inside him.

 
      “Ah ssss,” Enek could only sound off. What he felt both painful and wonderful.

 
      Careful and gently, Ovfren eased in and out of Enek until his muscles relaxed and more pleasing sensations began to ripple through his groin, down his legs, then back up again, then when he let Ovfren know it with pleasurable moans and responding thrusts, he increased his pace.

 
      The pain slowly now gone, Enek moved his rear up and down, forcing Ovfren’s manhood to plunge deep into him with each backward push, as neither lost pace.

 
      “I need to feel your heat!” Enek cried out wanting to push his swollen organ between Ovfren’s tight ring.

 
      Frenzied became their kisses, grabs and thrusts. Both taking turns thrusting into the other while breathing heavily with what air their lungs could muster, and just as Enek first promised. He licked, tantalizingly bit, and kissed all over Ovfren, as his sweat and climactic juices coated most of his body until both were unable to move even one muscle.

 
      Unsure how long both rested, although it only seemed like seconds, when the sun rose and sat in the sky after laying between Enek’s arms and legs, Ovfren finally said the dreaded words.

 
      “Such torment, but I must go,” he anguished in his arms. His back still pressed to Enek’s chest begging to remain close to his body.

 
      Enek inhaled, longing the same, but he knew Ovfren did not belong solely to him, and when Ovfren got out of bed, he grabbed his arm.

 
      “When?” Enek questioned; his wanting tone deep from craving more of him immediately.

 
      “Soon,” Ovfren answered, craving him just as much if not more, “I want you so badly that if I could have you again now, I would flood you such that you feared you were drowning.”

 
      “Umm,” Enek sounded off pleased, “Dare you make me stiff again with such words; then leave me?”

 
      “Keep them within.” Ovfren smiled salaciously wide, “And let them stay in your head, until I make them true again.”

 
      “I shall.”

 
      Once both finally mustered the will to part, Ovfren washed and dressed, and just before he left, he held Enek close at the door kissing him tenderly, as both whispered sweet nothings into the other’s mouth of how wonderful their first was.

 
      Now quietly opening the door, about to leave, Ovfren couldn’t resist giving him one more kiss.

 
      “You are mine,” Ovfren whispered proudly with his kiss, laying sole claim to him, “Every part of you from the top of your blond head to the bottom of your feet.”

 
      Unable to deny it, Enek smiled agreeing, as Ovfren now sneaked away.

 
      “From head to foot,” he repeated to himself, as he stood by the door feeling as if Ovfren had already been gone an eternity, “Indeed, I am.”

 
      From that moment on, Ovfren did indeed lay claim to Enek, just as Enek laid claim to him and was his sole pleasure, and although anguished when he couldn’t be with him. He controlled his jealousy, and want for him trying not to imagine him with Ogorec.

 
      Any free moment Ovfren found, no matter how short, he used to steal to Enek, and knowing their time together was priceless, both made the most of it by passionately thrusting, licking, kissing, or sucking on each other until both were utterly weak.

 
      “Soon there will be many among us,” Enek knew, as he spoke to Ovfren while he lay in his arms one morning before had to leave him, “And you stealing away will not be without toil.”

 
      “I know,” Ovfren admitted, but resolved, “But know that I will do my all to come to you Enek, and when I cannot you must believe it was not for lack of trying.”

 
      “I will,” Enek said, as he pulled him close.

 
      Both in the other’s arms, they tightly held each other before Enek turned his head, and looked into Ovfren’s eyes.

 
      “I shall ride out with Belon soon, and be away in battle,” Enek said somberly. “And should my fate be…”

 
      Ovfren stopped him from speaking more.

 
      “Do not,” he interrupted, becoming troubled, “Do not speak of being slain and leaving me.”

 
      Enek gave Ovfren consoling kisses on his head knowing he had to speak what was on his mind. “Ovfren, it is dread known by all men of battle, and you know one always faced.”

 
      Ovfren inhaled long and deep, as he nudged his forehead under Enek’s chin.

 
      “Yes, I know,” he responded, now moving to face him, “I shall be in battle as well with King Baric going to Hemrock.”

 
      As both now looked at each other, slowly their lips joined with their arms tenderly wrapped around each other, as they kissed.

 
      “Know that I am in love with you, Enek,” suddenly, Ovfren blurted into his mouth.

 
      Elated, Ovfren finally confessed the deepest part of his heart, Enek pulled his lips away.

 
       Knowing what was about to come from his own lips was long overdue, but a truth and coming from deep within his heart, he blurted back into his mouth, “I long for it to be as strong as the love I have for you.”

 
      Lovingly, they pressed their foreheads together, surprised, awed, and pleased finally to profess their love.

 
      “It is as strong,” Ovfren’s confession, “And should have come from me long before now.”

 
      “As long as you mean them, I care not how long you took to speak them.”

 
      “And you will hear them from me always when with you,” Ovfren gladly committed, “That you hold them deep within when I am not.”

 
      “Do we need to speak what we both have known?” Enek asked, as each now held the others loving gaze, “That for some time we have been in love with each other.”

 
      “It pleases me to speak it to you.”

 
      “You will hear it from me always as well,” Enek promised.

      
T
he sounds of horns echoing in the distance, the earth rumbled as many now rode and marched through Worrlgen land, and once they reached the plains, the messengers rode ahead to WorrlgenHall.

 
      “They are here!”

 
      “How many?”

 
      “So many they look as if ants sprawled across the plains?”

 
      Excitedly Laad and Loth hurried down wall.

 
      “Get word to King Aderac and Belon!” Laad yelled to one of the guards, “They are here!”

 
      As one of the king’s guards pounded on the door, Belon rose slightly, and when he did, Aderac lying across his chest; woke.

 
      “What is it?”

 
      “Listen,” Belon said ignoring the pounding on the door, as his ears now heard the faint sounds of horns, “They are here.”

 
      Always before getting out of bed, Belon leaned over and gave Aderac a morning kiss; then right away, both rose.

 
      “I hear them!” Belon shouted from inside the chamber, not bothering to go to it, “And we shall be out soon!”

 
      Quickly both dressed, and since it was men from Ivodgald, Aderac put on his more displaying king’s clothes. He put on his royal shimmering silver tunic threaded with gold in the collar and sleeve. His dark black leather outer vest with his horse crest boldly in front; his soft calf skinned brown pants, and his leather perfectly polished black knee high boots.

 
      He decided to wear his grandeur belt with the crest of Ivodgald made of silver with jeweled eyes in the buckle and his king’s sword, then he adorned his attire with his amulet and king’s ring, and of course Belon’s wristband.

 
      When Belon finished dressing and glanced up noticing how handsome and noble he looked, right away pulled him lustfully close.

 
      “We may be late riding to greet them.”

 
      Aderac grinned. “Belon, you know we have no time.”

 
      “Is that so?” he roguishly smiled his question knowing full well, if he put his mind to it, he could get Aderac out of his clothes, and back into bed.

 
      Knowing he could as well, Aderac spryly escaped out of his arms making his way towards the door.

 
      “My Belon will have to hold within his desire for me for a time.” Aderac smiled, once he was out of his reach, “We shall ride out to greet the men of Ivodgald along with those from Worrlgen.”

 
      “Errr.” Belon playfully groaned, “Only if I must.”

 
      Hearing the horns as well, Enek recognized them as Ivodgald’s and rose to dress.

 
      While he did, when he stared out the window at the horizon, he thought how around this time Ovfren would be rising to leave him, but his guard watch now given to another, he had been unable to come to him as he used to.

 
      When Ovfren woke, and turned to hold Ogorec, when he noticed he wasn’t in bed, sat up to see where he was.

 
      “Why are you up so early?” he asked, as he stretched.

 
      “The horns.” Ogorec knew, “Someone is coming, and I gather it is the men from Ivodgald.”

 
      Again, Ovfren stretched, then rose and looked out the window at the sun rising in the sky. He too thought, just as Enek had of how by now, he’d be leaving him from their early morning trysts.

 
      “What goes through your head?” Ogorec questioned, when he noticed his faraway look as he stared out the window, “Your head is wandering.”

 
      Ovfren snapped out of his quick daydream, and again stretched.

 
      “I am just sleepy.” He jumped back into bed, and added quickly to deter him from questioning him more, “Our night was wild. We made use of every part of our cottage to embrace.”

 
      “Umm, yes.” Ogorec pleasantly recalled, as he now walked close and sat beside him, “And this night, and many will be as wild, now that your guard watching is over.”  

 
      Ovfren managed another smile pretending to be pleased, and in truth he partly was, then when Ogorec stood, he laid on his back and again let his mind wander.

 
      “Come with me,” Ogorec suggested, believing he’d be bored all morning with nothing to do, “You are awake, and I see no harm in it.”

 
      Ovfren eagerly agreed, knowing he’d see Enek and bounced out of bed; then while Ogorec watched him dress, he smiled at him while he watched.

 
      “What is it?” Ovfren asked, when he noticed it.

 
      “I love you,” Ogorec lovingly answered, “And always will.”

 
      Ovfren stopped dressing, then walked to Ogorec, and stood in front of where he sat.

 
      “I love you back,” his truth, he did still love Ogorec, even though; he loved another as well, “And always will.”

 
      Pleased, Ogorec stood and touched his check, then began walking towards the door.

 
      “I will ready the horses.”

 
      Once the door closed, Ovfren stopped dressing. Only moments ago, the lips that avidly spoke of love for Ogorec, had not long ago done the same for Enek, eagerly, willingly, almost desperately.

 
       As guilt filled Ovfren for it, the emotion of love for Enek stronger and unable to overshadow it, his guilt left him and he began dressing again.

**

       Following protocol, none from WorrlgenHall rode out ahead of King Aderac, and as they waited by the gate, when they saw Aderac wearing his more adorned king’s clothes, were surprised by how regal he looked.

 
      “King Aderac king’s clothes sit well on him,” Loth teased, but was impressed, “He has the look of a king.”

 
      As they lined the gate, when King Aderac and Belon rode by, those from Worrlgen began to fall in line behind them, including Ovfren, but when Enek passed him, he purposely turned his head knowing his eyes would beam, and speak who was in his heart.

 
      Feeling the same way, when Enek passed Ovfren, he intentionally looked ahead ignoring him. Yet, when his horse passed him, he could swear his entire body felt literally heated.

 
      All rode out to the glens, with King Aderac in the lead and Belon right behind him, and as soon as his horse guard lined in front of everyone else saw him, every man jumped off his horse and bowed to King Aderac.

 
      “Rise!” Aderac shouted.

 
      After all rose, one from the horse guard began to walk forward, and when he did, right away Enek jumped off his horse to go to him.

 
      Once both were in front of each other, they nodded and looked each other up and down to see who had gained or lost weight, then threw their arms around each other and hugged hard.

 
      Watching it, Ovfren uneasily tightly gripped his horse’s reins as his thighs tensed and his back straightened fighting to show no emotion, but within his stomach somersaulted with jealous fits of Enek’s passionate hug.

 
      After Enek hugged the man, Belon jumped off his horse and gave him a hearty hug then the man turned and stood in front of King Aderac.

 
      “Great king,” Cyorec said, as he bowed his head and gave him a sealed message from Gueden, which Aderac quickly tucked away not even bothering to read it, “By your command we are here willing and ready to obey.”

 
      Aderac nodded, and spurred his horse forward.

 
      “Men of Ivodgald!” he shouted, as he rode in a straight line in front of the horse guard, “You are here to join might with those from Worrlgen. We shall march and lay to ruins the vile kingdom to the south known as Celgon!”

 
      As the men roared, Aderac continued.

 
      “And why do we march to bring them down?” Aderac asked, then answered, “For the reason, any and all against Worrlgen are against Ivodgald just as any against Ivodgald are against Worrlgen, and any and all will be wiped from the face of this earth!”

 
      Again all roared; then Belon jumped on his horse, and rode in front of his horse guard.

 
      “Second commanders break the men into place. Make your tents, and prepare to train.”

 
      When Enek walked back to his horse, Cyorec hurried behind him and playfully grabbed him, then when Ovfren saw them wrestling about, again he grabbed his horse’s reins, but this time so tightly his knuckles turned white.

 
      As he watched them enthusiastically openly wrestle his whole body completely stiff now, was so jealous he wanted to kill the man.

 
      “Enough,” finally, Belon had to yell at them, as if hyperactive children, “The men are watching.”

 
      “Who is Belon’s first in command wrestling with?” Loth finally asked, as all looked on curiously.

 
      Still wrestling, again Belon admonished them.

 
      “Volenek and Cyorec,” Belon said more sternly, using Enek’s full name, “You brothers can wrestle later.”

 
      Although, still laughing hard, both finally stopped and when Ovfren heard Belon say the word brother, relaxed no longer jealous.

**

       Once, all began to ride back towards WorrlgenHall, as Belon and Aderac sat watching the men make their tents, Belon brought up something Aderac said.

 
      “Great were your words to the men,” he commented proud of them, “But you know you will not march with us to Celgon. You will remain here.”

 
      Aderac looked at him to see if he was actually serious, and from his expression knew that he was.

 
      “Belon,” he said piqued, “I am king. Dare a king not march with his men?”

 
      “I shall march for you,” he protectively said, “You will remain within WorrlgenHall.”

 
      “What about my cousin?”

 
      “He will march to Hemrock.”

 
      Now feeling even more insulted, Aderac bucked. “Why can he march, and I cannot?”

 
      “For the reason he is not my love,” Belon answered as if a proclamation, “And I will not crumble inside should he be harmed or slain.”

 
      Although, moved by his loving statement, it didn’t sway Aderac.

 
      “I cannot remain behind, and my men march to war without me.” Aderac asserted, “I cannot. I cannot.”

 
      “You can, and will,” Belon asserted back; “And I will hear no more words about it.”

 
      “How can the men proudly look at me, their king, doing nothing, as they ride off to die?” Aderac asked, his voice rising slightly in angst.

 
      Belon refused to comment further, and looked ahead, then after staring at him for a few minutes waiting for a reply, when he realized he wasn’t getting one, Aderac turned his horse, and angrily spurred it away. 

 
      Guessing he was going ride back to WorrlgenHall, Belon didn’t turn right away to look at him, but once he did, noticed Aderac riding west.

 
      “Where are you riding?”

 
      When Aderac wouldn’t turn or answer, Belon called again.

 
      “Aderac!” he yelled, this time louder and firmer, “Where are you riding?”

 
      Angry with Belon, Aderac rode even harder determined to show he couldn’t control him in everything.

 
      “None of your concern!” his obstinate reply, “Dare you command and control me, even in front of my men? Belon, I am their king!”

 
      Knowing his stubbornness, Belon spurred his horse forward hard determined to catch him, but since Aderac was an avid skilled rider, he couldn’t.

 
      “If you will not stop!” Belon threatened once he realized he wouldn’t be able to catch him, “I will strike down your horse to make you stop!”

 
      Aderac slowed; then stopped, huffing loudly through his nose while he waited for Belon.

 
      “What has come over you?” Belon asked, and puzzled by his behavior when he caught up with him, he looked at him oddly, while he waited for an answer.